#rea’s trash

[landfilloftrash]

This image has lived RENT. FREE. so y’all have to live with it now

[immortal-enemies]

Also I know I've literally never even posted abt it and no one cares but I finally finished ACOTAR

[jimingyue]

Cat Tumblr Dashboard Simulator

🖋️ meowful-musings Follow

🕊️ birdwatching Follow

what's wrong with dry food??? my humans feed me it all the time and i think it's fine

💀 elusivehider-deactivated948204

op wheres the natural feeding option

🌲 outdoorsy Follow

you guys are getting fed?

#im a barn cat so maybe im missing something here #meowtthew don't look

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☀️ pawsitive-affurmations Follow

ITS OKAY TO BE A MOGGIE

ITS OKAY TO BE A MOGGIE

YOU ARE NOT LESS VALID IF YOU ARE NOT A SPECIFIC PEDIGREE!!!!!

☀️ pawsitive-affurmations Follow

extra special shout out to cats who have "common" coat colors. grey tabbies and black cats i am rubbing against your head affectionately <3

🪤 m0usetrap01 Follow

as a grey tabby i really needed to hear this :"3

#i feel like i never see positivity posts for moggies even tho we're the most common type of cat....

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🎵 rage-against-the-meowchine Follow

i cant believe there are cats ACTUALLY advocating for kittens to be separated from their mothers before 12 weeks??? kittens still need to learn how to interact with other cats before being placed into their furever home omg you guys know you're advocating for undersocialized and aggressive cats right

❤️ loving-paws284 Follow

um op some of us??? matured early??????? i was separated from my mother at 7 weeks and i turned out fine... interesting how you assume that kittens being separated from their mothers at a younger age will lead to the degeneracy of the next generation...hmm i wonder where i've heard that before...

🐈 fluffy-the-cat Follow

OP got bit too hard during a play-fight as a kitten and it shows XD

🐟 tunafeesh Follow

also op have you ever considered that just because somecat is kind of scared and unable to deal with strange cats or humans, it doesn't mean they don't deserve to be adopted?? you sound like a vet psyop honestly

🎵 rage-against-the-meowchine Follow

oh meow god saying that kittens should be fully weaned before leaving their mother is NOT veterinarian rhetoric and i never said that they deserve to be euthanized!!! my mother literally died when i was 3 weeks old and it seriously messed up my development so stop putting words in my mouth, thanks

anyway friendly reminder that underweaned kittens are prone to illness and often struggle with basic cat behaviors like litterbox usage, and in some nyavinces it's even considered kitten abuse

#discourse #cant believe "kitten abuse is bad" is controversial now

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🍃 naturalliving Follow

BORN TO DIE

WORLD IS A FUCK

猫神 Kill Em All 1989

I am trash cat

410,757,864,530 DEAD BIRDS

#outdoorliving #outdoorcats please interact #outdoorcat friendly

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🎣 salmonpurina Follow

can't believe cats are uncritically reblogging that born to die world is a fuck post. i know it's funny but op is literally an outdoor cat truther

#like cmon now you just have to go to their blog #lulu speaks

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💀 tabbystripes-deactivated098712

gentle reminder that pushing cups off the table is not cute and can cause a lot of distress in your human!!!! gentle reminder that our teeth and claws can easily hurt them more than they can hurt us!!!!

🐰 evil-tabbystripes Follow

evil reminder that the cup should always be pushed off the table. evil reminder that you should always bite and claw at your human no matter what. you can do whatever you want forever

💀 tabbystripes-deactivated098712

make your own pawst

💀 laser-point-deactivated8574721

umm i know a tomcat who did that and his human ended up putting him down so...

👬🏻 nyasunaruenjoyer Follow

Nyaverage shelter cat behavior

#not nyaruto #re-nyab #pickles shut up

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🌈 nyaoi-warrior Follow

saw two male cats sleeping together on the porch today. homeow behavior imo

💡 discourse-meows Follow

hey um what the fuck??? it's really not okay of you to go assuming other cat's sexualities, especially cats you don't even know???? as a queer cat i'm VERYY uncomfortable. real-ass cats didn't consent to your nyaoi fetish, thanks

🌈 nyaoi-warrior Follow

1. i was making. a joak

2. i'm literally gay???

#literally what's your pawblem

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🎩 amazingcatshow12 Follow

reblog if you've ever caught the laser pointer

🎩 amazingcatshow12 Follow

i know you fuckers are lying

🍭 gaykittens Follow

this tom hasn't caught the laser pointer

🎩 amazingcatshow12 Follow

shut the heull up

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🐾 b-e-a-n-t-o-e-s Follow

grey toebeans >>>>>>>>> pink toebeans and don't let the haters make you believe otherwise

🐁 ladymouser Follow

op shut the fuck up ALL toebeans are beautiful!!! just bc you're miserable and insecure doesn't mean you can bring others down based on things they can't control

🐾 b-e-a-n-t-o-e-s Follow

oh so the cat-human separationist wants to preach to us

[boxofbonesfic]

I can't stop thinking of possessive fire fighter Thor 😌🥴

welp, nonnie, now I can’t either. maybe you weren’t thinking quite this dark, but… 😅

Title: Everloving

Pairing: Dark!Thor x Reader

Summary: A one night stand has worse consequences than you ever could have imagined.

Warnings: 18+ Only, Arson, Noncon, Kidnapping, Obsessive Behavior, Possessive Behavior, Implied Basement-Wife, Stalking, Breeding, Darkfic, DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT, Minors DNI!

[divider by @firefly-graphics]

You stare at the ceiling over his shoulder as you catch your breath, your fingernails still dug hard into the muscles rippling beneath his skin. You’re still spiraling back down into yourself when he pulls back, leaning up on his elbows to grin dopily at you. His blond hair falls handsomely across his face, and the corners of his bright blue eyes are crinkled with his smile. 

 “See, Peach?” Thor says with a wink, his breath still a little short. “Told you I would take you to Valhalla.” 

 You raise a hand to your head, fingers curling in your hair as you laugh breathlessly. It’s a corny joke—and it was even cornier when he’d fed you the pick-up line in the bar, complete with his sultry little every girl needs a firefighter, Peach. It had been so corny you’d been left wondering if it was specifically engineered to get you to laugh yourself into his bed, but the earnest look on his face makes you second-guess your two minute drunk assessment. The firefighter’s uniform he’d told you about is hung up on the back of the door, too, lending credence to his honesty. 

 “Why is that funnier the second time?” You say, and he laughs. He eases up off of you, and your cheeks heat as you feel him slip out of your puffy, still throbbing cunt. You sit up, pulling his blanket up over your bare chest self-consciously. Thor, it seems, is just as glorious in nudity as he is clothed, back muscles rippling as he turns to the closet, and pulls out a hand towel to clean himself off. You hear a tinny sounding thud as he tosses the condom into the trash-can next to his desk. He offers you a towel and you take one, hurriedly swiping between your own thighs.

 “Do you want to shower?” He asks over his shoulder. “My roommate’s won’t be back for a few hours, so if you wanted to shower and crash—”

 “That’s okay,” You say quickly, snatching your shirt off of the back of his desk chair, using his blanket as a somewhat unconventional toga while you shimmy into it. “I should get going, it’s pretty late.” You flash him an apologetic smile as you tug up your jeans. “I wouldn’t want to be a bother.” 

 “No, it’s totally fine, they won’t mind. And maybe tomorrow we could get breakfast—”

 “I don’t think so,” you say stiffly. “I’ve got work in the morning.” 

 “Right, right,” he laughs a little awkwardly, stepping back into his briefs. The elastic snaps as he pulls them back up around his waist. “Well, maybe we could go out another time?” 

 You answer him with a shake of your head. “Sorry, I just, um….” You blow out a breath, rocking back and forth on your heels nervously. “I’m not like… looking for a relationship. Right now.” You smile apologetically. “I just, you know. Just got out of one, and it was a whole thing, and I just… I’m not ready, right now for another commitment like that.” His face falls, the boyish grin on his face disappearing as he regards you. 

 “Oh.” 

 “I’m sorry,” you say again, feeling the tension thick in the air between you. “I um. I had fun.”

 “Yeah. Me too.” A look you can’t read crosses his face, and he lifts his hand to the back of his neck, rubbing it. He doesn’t say anything else as you shrug back into your jacket and flee his room, navigating back down the dark hallway toward the door. Your sneakers are in a messy heap by the front door where you left them, and you step into them quickly, eager to be out of his apartment. 

 You pull up your rideshare app as you walk down the block, trying to put a little distance between yourself and Thor before you call. For some reason, you don’t want to do it right outside, not that you think he’d watch you through the window like some creeper—

 Or would he?

 Either way, you call when you’ve reached the bodega on the end of his block, and in five minute Jeffery in a white Hyundai Sonata is pulling up to the curb. 

 Omw home. Your text pops into the roommate groupchat, and it’s not thirty seconds before you see three different speech bubbles appear in the bottom left corner. 

 Heather: girl. it’s one-am!!!!

 Bobbie: girl shut up, she was getting her back blown out by that hot blond lmao

 Heather: twisted into pretzels lolll

 Kirsten: none of you are asking the real questions. how was it???????

 You stifle your laughter with your hands, glancing at the rearview mirror before responding. 

 I will be home in ten minutes. You all will just have to wait. You are, of course, greeted by shrill giggles and questions the moment you walk through the door. You deliver the details as painlessly as you can muster, choosing not to describe the heartbroken look on Thor’s face when you’d tried to let him down as gently as you could. 

 “I mean, you’re totally right. You shouldn’t jump into anything so quick, not after Jimmy.” Bobbie nods sagely at you in approval. 

 “I dunno. He seemed sweet,” Kirsten says dreamily. “Might be a nice guy.” 

 “He was looking for a serious girlfriend, K,” you reply, stretching as you turn toward your room. “And I am not doing serious right now. Bobbie’s right.” 

 After a hot shower, you flop tiredly onto your bed and burrow under the covers. You’re still a little sore from earlier, and you bite your lip, wondering if you’d made a mistake. No harm in letting him shoot his shot, right? That’s what Heather had told you in the bar when he’d first begun sending you drinks, and what had rung in your head when your casual conversation had become boldly flirtatious. 

 There are plenty of other fish in the sea for him. You turn over, pressing your face gratefully into the pillow, confident that by tomorrow morning, Thor wouldn’t even remember your name. 

 ——

 The smell of smoke wakes you, only seconds before Bobbie is hurriedly shaking you awake. 

 “Fire! Fire get up now!” 

 Blearily you sit up, registering the shrill beeps of the fire-alarm just before you choke on thick, hot smoke. It’s filling the room, curling against the ceiling as you sit up, shoving your feet into your slippers. Bobbie’s hand is tight around yours as the two of you race for the door, followed by Heather and Kirsten. The hallway is filled with the other residents, everyone rushing out of the building in a crushing stampede. You’re dizzy, your throat hoarse and your eyes red and watering as you and your roommates watch your lives billow up into the night sky. 

 The street outside is chaos as the firetrucks arrive, men in uniform pushing through the crowd. You’re still staring numbly at your burning apartment building when large hands land on your shoulders. 

 “Peach? Peach you okay?” Thor pushes up his visor, his face filled with worry. 

 “She’s inhaled a lot of smoke, she was the last to get out,” Bobbie says worriedly. You’re forced to agree—every breath feels raw, like you’d swallowed some of the fire yourself. “Is there an ambulance coming?”

 “Yes, there is, but if it’s that bad, I should take her to the hospital now,” He says, snapping his visor back down. Thor’s grip is like iron as he steers you towards the back of one of the small response vehicles, and he hands you an oxygen mask and a little tank. “Breathe through this for a little while, Peach. You’ll feel better in no time.” 

 The street is clogged with vehicles, and Thor steers patiently around them while you sit in the back and try to catch your breath. The smell of the fire, the lights and the sound of sirens fade gradually behind you as you watch the building disappear in the rearview mirror. Eventually, all you can see is the thick column of smoke curling into the still dark sky in the distance as Thor gets onto the highway. His blue eyes meet yours in the mirror. 

 “How are you feeling?” He asks. The oxygen is certainly helping, though you aren’t sure if you’re supposed to be feeling quite this light and giggly. Oxygen deprivation makes you high right? Or is that something else?

 “Like I almost got barbecued,” you say, lowering the mask. A hoarse laugh escapes you. “Sorry. But I did almost die.”

 He smiles at you in the mirror. “It’s alright. A bit of morbid humor is to be expected.” You realize with a glance out of the window that you’re far past the hospital. It isn’t funny, but you giggle. In fact, he’ll be out of the city limits in another few minutes. “Besides, It’s probably the nitrous.” You squint at him. 

 “What?”

 “Nitrous Oxide, Peach. In the canister.” He winks at you, though he’s spinning in the rearview—or is it my head? Your limps are limp and uncooperative as you tug at the mask, gasping for air as your vision tunnels. You get it off, but it isn’t enough, and you gape at the air like a fish as you try to swallow it down into your lungs.

 Your ears are ringing, and black spots dance in your vision as you slump sideways over in the seat. The roof of the car swims in and out of focus as you gulp down lungful after lungful of air. You don’t know how long Thor’s been driving when he pulls over—twenty minutes? Thirty? But your head is still buzzing, your vision unfocused when Thor opens the back door. 

 “I am sorry you got hurt, Peach,” he says, managing to sound disgustingly apologetic as he reaches for you. You kick at him, but he’s so big and so coordinated and you are not, and he presses you to the seat, hovering over you like he had earlier this evening. “That wasn’t supposed to happen.” 

 His admission drags a ragged sob from your throat as your eyes widen. You wail, your struggles renewing themselves until you’re exhausted. Thor remains immoveable above you, like your efforts have done nothing but delay, and perhaps irritate him. 

 “You set the fire.” He doesn’t deny it.

 “Magnesium shavings and alcohol.” He taps the tip of your nose with a finger.  “I like you so much, Peach. I just… I couldn’t watch you go out again with someone else.” He catches both of your wrists in one large hand and pins them to the seat beneath you. 

 “T-Thor,” your voice comes out as a hoarse whisper. “S-stop, I—”

 He hushes you with a kiss, moaning as he slips his tongue into your mouth. You whimper into his mouth and he swallows it hungrily, sucking your lower lip between his teeth and worrying it until it swells. 

 “I just want to start over,” he repeats your words from the bar, hours—a lifetime—ago back to you, dark sincerity dripping from every word. “Pick up and start over—”

 “Shut up!” You cry, tears welling in your frightened eyes. “You don’t know me!”

 “Maybe not yet,” he hums, dragging his lips down the salty tracks over the curve of your cheek. “But we have time.” The fingers of his free hand slip beneath the loose elastic waistband of your pajama pants to cup your bare pussy. He heaves a pleased sigh. “No panties? Peach you are truly a treasure.” He parts your lips with sure, unhurried motions, his fingers sliding through your folds. 

 You try to close your thighs around his hand, but he doesn’t let you, wedging himself between your thighs. 

 “P-please, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings—” You babble apologies that he doesn’t seem to hear, his touches ironically soft and unhurried. “Thor please—!” His lips crush against yours again, turning the words into a frightened squeak. 

 “What’s the matter, Peach?” He asks, trailing down your jaw and over your pulse point. “Nothing we haven’t done before.” Thor’s pleased little hum makes shame curl in your belly. You’re wet. You know you are, and you hate yourself for it as he draws his fingers back and forth, spreading the slick through your folds with practiced ease. “See? She even remembers me.”

 Thor circles your entrance with gentle strokes, and you huff through your teeth to hide the whine that threatens to tumble from your lips. You hate him, his soft persistent kisses, the drag of his fingers through your traitorously aching folds. You hate it because it feels good, because he’s making it feel good, because it feels like you’re shattering into a thousand fractured shards in his capable hands, and you get the feeling that he wants you to. 

 Can’t fix what isn’t broken.

 You whimper at the burning stretch of his fingers, the heel of his palm grinding deliciously against your clit. When you clench your teeth against the pleasure, Thor clucks his tongue at you. 

 “Let it feel good, Peach,” he coos, scissoring his fingers inside of you. Your breath hitches loudly in your throat, and Thor moans deeply at the sight, leaning down to suck a bruise onto your collarbone. “You don’t have to be in control anymore. You can let go.” He mumbles the words darkly against your skin as you feel his hips shift up. 

“You can just let me—” Thor reaches between your bodies, tugging the band of his briefs down over the thick shaft of his cock. “Do the thinking for both of us.” He groans as it pops out from under the elastic, slapping against the puffy, slick lips of your pussy. 

 Thor’s lips part in a soft “o” as he slides his cock back and forth, eyes rolling up to stare sightlessly through the roof of the car. His fingers dig into the fleshy curve of your hip, the other forcing your wrists down harder into the seat cushion. Tears are leaking out of the corners of your eyes and running down into your hair, acceptance settling like lead as you realize this is happening. 

 The head of his cock throbs hard as he pushes it against your swollen clit. You push down on the pleasure as hard as you can, trying not to let it show on your face. It’s useless though, as your thighs begin to tremble around his hips from the steady pressure at your clit. You writhe, trying in vain to buck him off. You only succeed in pushing yourself against him, pleasure rolling in sticky warm waves up your spine. 

 “N-no, ah—” You’re cumming then, your words are lost in the choked sob that tightens your throat. Cheeks flush with heat, you turn tear-filled eyes to Thor’s. He looks at you with an manic kind of joy, his fever bright eyes drinking in every detail. Your pussy is still throbbing, clenching tightly around nothing when Thor begins to line the head of his cock up with your cunt. He sinks in slowly, cursing as you squeeze down around him. 

 “Better with no condom, isn’t it Peach?” He says hoarsely, chuckling. “Not that that one made much of a difference,” Thor sinks in to the base, the heavy weight of his balls slapping wetly against you as he revels in the feel of you. “Poked it full of holes, just in case.” 

 He doesn’t give you time to mull over the words before he’s sliding out, sparks shooting in front of your open eyes as his cock drags along your walls. Thor groans as he fills you again, loosing your wrists so that he can anchor you to him with both hands. There is room in your foggy head for shame, but it does nothing to stop the sticky sweet rush of pleasure as he fucks into you with abandon, the truck rocking hard with his efforts. 

 What’s worse is that you can hear it, the lewd wet noise it makes as he slides into your welcoming cunt. You whine low in your throat as he pinches your clit between two fingers, rolling it back and forth until you’re twitching underneath him. Thor laughs. 

 “See?” He asks breathlessly. “And you say I don’t know you.” He leans down to kiss you again, swallowing the pathetic little cry you let out as he drags you over the edge. You hate that he’s all around you, in you, everywhere, filling you up until you’re overflowing. 

 When you cum, again it’s with Thor’s tongue in your mouth, and his throbbing cock in your cunt. He moans against your lips as his hips still, and dimly, you’re aware of slow, sticky heat settling in your core. He doesn’t move, his body pinning you to the seat. When he finally leans away, you try your best to pull your t-shirt back down over your bare breasts, staring stubbornly at the back of the front seat. 

 “Oh, Peach, don’t be mad at me,” he says, tucking his fingers beneath your chin. He pulls until it hurts, and you’re forced to look at him. You hate that he’s still inside of you, his cum leaking out to pool on the seat underneath your ass. He reaches down beneath the seat for something, but you can’t quite see it. “We’re going to be so good together.” 

 He produces the nitrous tank and mask, and your eyes widen with fear as you begin to struggle. It isn’t hard for him to push it against your face, though, and you hear a squeak as he twists open the valve. The gas rushes into the mask with a hiss, and it only takes a few panicked breaths before your vision begins to dim.

 “You’ll see.” 

 end

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[callofdudes]

Been a while since I requested something, I shall grace this page with a request of being best friends with gaz headcanon please bestie 😊😊😊

Welcome back bestie 😊😊 I promise I'm working on all your other requests but mental health be doing backflips and I kinda feel like shit. I got some Gaz for you though.

Being best friends with Kyle "Gaz" Garrick.

Gaz is incredibly smart. If you look at his records his fighting reflex and knowledge is top chart stuff. But Gaz keeps it all very quiet. He doesn't boast about it like Soap would so when he does end up flipping heads on the enemy it's like "woah where did that guy come from-!"

Gaz uses this same skill to protect you. When you came to 141 Gaz was already settling. He had Ghost as a mentor and almost an older brother, and Soap as... Well he wasn't sure who he was supposed to be. But he had his team, and you seemed to easily click with Soap and Ghost.

Gaz wouldn't force you to be friends with him. Of course he introduced himself and you both talked occasionally but he didn't know if it was a friendship per say. And that was ok. He'd still protect you with his life any day of the week.

However you really did have intense feelings of friendship for Gaz. But you thought because of his quiet nature that he was closed off like Simon. Which in fact wasn't the case when you got him talking. He was just shyer than the others.

The first time you and Gaz really, properly hung out was on a quiet night at base, Gaz had finished his tasks and had nothing really to do. He enjoyed his time playing Dungeons and Dragons, (headcannon from @itsscromp) unfortunately he couldn't ever get the others to play. Ghost was too busy, Price wasn't fully interested, and Johnny just cared to cause chaos.

And then he noticed you were also done your work. "Well Kyle, there's no harm." And he went to ask you. And it went well. Turns out you wanted to play DND, and after playing for almost four hours together it solidified that.

And Gaz was really glad to have you as one of his few friends.

And now that you were friends you really did learn a lot more about him. Gaz would go down in a fire for you, no questions asked. Seems stupid but he specializes in VIP protection. You think he wouldn't protect you?? Think again. You're VIP to him. You all are.

Loves you a lot but is too shy to say it and think you'll get the wrong idea.

And look, you don't have skin that clear on the battlefield without having some kind of routine. This man looks after his skin like the temple his body is. (when he's not eating junk food.)

Yeah, your skin isn't cutting it for him. Sorry babes, get in the bathtub we are rinsing your hair and slapping some hydration on that forehead because Gaz knows you are gone need it to be crawling around the musty dusty desert with him.

Now, Knight is openly queer, so you know Gaz is a little spice of life as well. He keeps it under wraps and isn't as open about it in his career because he doesn't think you guys need to know and or he's met people in past expanses that didn't take so kindly to him being open about it.

He's the gay best friend, it's not overbearing. You know how most gay men are just different in a fun way. That's Gaz but he has it toned down so at first you couldn't tell and then it just clicked and you were like "woah". But you can kinda tell there just, there a something there you thinks.

You gotta keep him out of trouble to. You have to be his discernment. He's got relationship smarts but if he's even remotely cute and no good, time for bestie to step in. Sorry Gaz, not today. Your bestie is not letting you get yourself into that mess.

His gun does most of the talking and he carries a side arm so if anyone gives you smoke their gonna get got.

He's smart but also the silent, immediately jumps to using his gun conclusion guy. So if someone bullies you in the grocery store he pulls out his gun and you've gotta be like "Woah woah, not necessary mate, nooot necessary 😅😅"

Hates trash reality TV but watches it anyway. Drags you into the torture as well.

He spills the tea. He spills it always. He sometimes just walks around quietly not taking up too much air and hearing conversations and by the end of it he's got so much to tell you.

Not quite sure what I think Gaz's childhood looked like but I assume he didn't have too many friends. I could see him as the shy kid who focused more on academics and played in the trees of his backyard alone over having a boat load of friends.

So when you do things like buy him stuff or give him cuddles and affection he has this epiphany. Like this is what I've been missing!

Your comfort and affection is something he truly loves so much, but the house and traditions he grew up with weren't the most overly affectionate, and in his career there wasn't much cuddling with the homies in his unit either.

Yeah you give him cuddles he's like a leach, he'll leave when he wants to leave and only when. And he likes to sometimes cling on by surprise. When he becomes so comfortable around you he'll often waltz into your office and wrap his arms around your neck from behind, watching what you're doing.

"You done yet??"

"I'll tell you when I'm done ok?"

"Ok...... Y/n??"

"Not all of us are as fast as you at paperwork y'know"

"Sorry."

You take Gaz and Soap on adventures together and you still can't wrap your head around hos they're friends. Completely chaotic, loud and chipper faced with slightly annoyed at the loudness, just as chaotic on the inside and together you get one big Gaz Soap salad. Sticking them in a car for five hours together was a mistake for your sake.

Gaz doesn't open up about his feelings a lot, but look at you 😄 look at you helping him to open up and ask for help. To ask for the care that he needs when things get tough for him.

He was alone before that terrorist attack where he met Price and that was s very scary time for him. Looking back on it from his place in 141 Gaz was much more scared on the field then than he is now. Probably because he's got a team he knows he'll always be able to trust and confide in.

That's the best part of having you as a friend. He can confide in you with anything. And knowing him, you can also confide in him. Whatever secrets you tell him are lock and key baby. He won't tell a single soul.

Gaz tried to do all the things you've done for him, for you. When you need someone to give you a hug or some cuddles Gaz will do his best to comfort you and show you that same infectious love and care.

Whenever you have a nightmare he's right there for you. Wrapping his arms around you to keep you steady, holding you up when you can't.

He'll always try.

Celebrates your accomplishments as well. When you get promoted or a medal, hell when you do everything he's on your sideline cheering. And it's like his shyness is gone when he sees his friends receiving praise for something. He'll cheer louder than everyone in the room for you all.

But the one thing your friendship isn't above is England. If you diss on England, or their football, prepare to get got. Tickle attacks or hitting you with a pillow as punishment.

At the end of the day three of your friends are British and one of them is Scottish which starts petty squabbles between Gaz and Soap sometimes. It's all playful but sometimes Soap wants to start some shit and you end up having to try and separate them before they wrestle each other to death.

And there is probably so much more I'm missing, but remember. Whenever you need someone to watch your six, Gaz is already there. Whenever you need someone you can spend some quiet time with when things get overwhelming, you know where to find Gaz. And when life gives you bullshit. Gaz has a Glock.

[wysteria-clad]

In Other World

paring: moon boys x fem! reader; established relationship

warnings: swearing, mentions of sexual harrasment, slight violence

genre: angsty-ish

a/n: bestie, buckle up for a wild ride

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You felt someone watching you. This was not the first time. Lately, you could sense someone watching you whenever you were out alone. You brushed it off.

You decided to work extra hours tonight to get ahead on your work, losing your sense of time in the process. You only realised how late it was when your phone got flooded with calls from Steven who was fronting. You sent him a reassuring message you're alright and you stayed behind to work. You could imagine how worried he must be. And you knew Marc and Jake wouldn't be calm either.

There it was again. That feeling of being watched. Your legs stopped midway, pausing right at the opening of the dark alley. The particular streetlight next to it was malfunctioning.

Your car broke down last week and was still in the auto shop, thus making you take the bus. Since you missed your usual bus, you waited for a taxi to flag down. A couple of cars passed occasionally, but no taxis in sight, oddly. A random couple walked past you a few minutes ago. You could hear a few people talking and laughing in the long distance vaguely. The lack of the usual bustling of the night created a sense of uneasiness in your gut. streetlight blinked eerily, adding further creepiness to your situation. You rolled your eyes at how paranoid you were being. "I shouldn't watch too many horror movies with Marc.." you mumble to yourself.

You checked your phone. Half past eleven. You mentally made a note. Never work late again.

The tall buildings on your left seemed to cast looming shadows menacingly under the pale moonlight. A random metallic clinked to your left startled you, followed by unmistakable squeaking near a trash can.

"Damn those rats..," you took a moment to compose yourself, deciding to walk instead of waiting for a taxi.

Unfortunately, the laughter you heard a few moments ago belonged to a bunch of drunk guys. You could smell the strong smell of alcohol from a few feet away. Soon the catcalling began. You ignored the comments about your legs.

How cliche today could get. You imagined how your boyfriends would have reacted if they were next to you. You increased your pace, walking past that dreaded alleyway.

Alas, luck didn't favour you tonight. They didn't want to let go of you that easily.

"Go away!" you tried hard to not show the fear creeping in your heart. Your words elicited only a mocking laughter from those men. Your eyes widened as they slowly advanced towards you. Your f3 response made you freeze like a gazelle in Savanna, surrounded by predators. Your heart pounded against your ribs. You take a step back, stumbling. Suddenly, you felt something against your back, or was it someone?

All you could see was a pale white figure now moving past you. Marc. Or rather the moon knight.

You watched your boyfriends engaged in fights before, but it was nothing like this.

It was just like in the movies. He did not show an ounce of mercy.

Before you could process what happened, those four guys were on the ground under Marc's feet, groaning, definitely with broken bones and bleeding.

"Marc," your feeble voice shook him out of that fiery moment. His back was facing you. He never met your eyes once. The hesitation and fear evident in your voice made him loose his shoulders a bit. You weren't scared of him, of course, he would never hurt you. They would never hurt you. The adrenaline still in your veins trapped fear in your body. "Let's go home.."

That made him turn around and face you. "Hey," you carefully closed the gap between you. "Let's go home," you repeat it again. Why was his face still masked? He never uttered a single word to you. And how did he know exactly where you would be. Nevermind, you were so grateful nonetheless. "Marc, baby, are you okay?" you reached out to touch his chest.

Even though his face was masked, you could sense a longing behind his eyes, something like heaviness. He quickly avoided your gaze. Without saying anything, he was gone in a flash with his cape.

How did he show up that fast and why did he leave you alone now? "What the.."

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.

.

You storm towards the door of Steven's flat. The earlier events created a cocktail of uneasiness and anger, with lots of 'Why?'

Soon enough, Steven wrapped his arms around you the moment your foot stepped inside, mumbling how worried he was—they were, "Oh, darling!"

"What the hell was that?!" you pushed him away.

Poor Steven did not expect this reaction from you when he hugged you in his arms.

"Love, what was what?"

He looked genuinely puzzled.

You gave him a 'really?' look. When you realised he really didn't have a clue, you filled him in—how scared you were and Marc showed up and beat those creepy guys and left abruptly.

"Nice try, love. I'm not falling for your prank this time, even though this one is really disturbing."

"Wha..Steven." The way his name escaped your lips told him you were being serious.

The light tone disappeared from his voice. "Darling, Marc didn't front today."

This was too much. A tired sigh escaped your lips. "You know what, I'm too tired, I can't do this right now," you kicked your shoes off, making your way towards the bedroom. You weren't even sure you would make it there without breaking down. The seriousness of it all dawned on you, the adrenaline finally wore off. You crashed on the bed, hiding your face with a pillow to stop the flowing tears.

Steven stood there wondering if he said something wrong. He thought maybe if you hear it from Marc, you'll calm down.

"Baby"

That was it. That's all it took. Hearing Marc's voice, feeling him next to you broke the dam.

"Why did you leave me like that?" you choked on your cries.

"Sweetheart, what's wrong?"

Ugh, why was he playing dumb?

"Is this your way of getting back to me for all the pranks? Cause it sucks and it's not amusing!"

This was serious. You would never joke about something like this. He genuinely had no clue.

"Y/n/n, baby, look at me.." Marc's voice was soft, he cupped your face gently. "When I realised you weren't pranking us..what those assholes did-" he restrained his fury, "Baby, why would I deny saving you? Do you really think I would leave you? Especially after something like that? I would have killed them." He didn't bother to hide his anger this time. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry I wasn't there," he pulled you tightly against his chest. And you let him.

He wasn't lying and neither was Steven. None of them were there and they did not save you.

You were overwhelmed and decided to deal with it tomorrow. It didn't take long for you to fall asleep. Your boyfriends took turns calming and cuddling you. Their comforting presence made you feel safe and protected. The last thing you remember hearing before passing out was Jake's voice telling a random, children story he made in order to distract you.

However, one thought never left your mind. You knew you didn't hallucinate. The blood dripping from those guys' faces wasn't a hallucination. If it wasn't Marc or Jake or Steven, who was your masked saviour, and why did he look exactly like the Moon Knight? What happened and what was going on?

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On the same night, at the same time Y/n was sleeping listening to Jake's ridiculous, made up story, far away from Steven's flat, a man—Marc Spector, still in his moon knight suit stood on the terrace of a tall building. The big, silver moon looked within his grasp from that view. He took of his mask. His dark eyes were laden with agony. His fists were clenched.

Her.

Her.

Why did he leave her?

Why it had to be like this?

All he could do was scream out loud. Helplessness weighed him down, frustrated tears rolled down on his face.

[sharenadraculea]

Mafia-Au!

As the lovely @lepetitmonstre has posted some very good smut over on AO3 set in a Mafia-Au I with some other on discord came up with, I wanted to talk more about it! There is theoratically a plot somewhere, but no promises that this will ever become a finished fic.

The Emporer: Runs The Imperium, newest and now biggest Mafia-group in town. No one knows where he came from, how old he is or how many kids he actually has. A absolute maniac with no problems to kill people and thinks that covering everything in gold is a great idea. Malcador: Emps right hand man, he does all the boring stuff. One of the very few people allowed to criticise Big E. Very exhausted, he needs a vacation. Valdor: E‘s butler, bodyguard and whatever else he might need. Makes very good tea and cake.

The Primarchs: E‘s most important underlings he delegates most tasks to. Some, but not all of them might be related to him. (Note: I haven‘t worked out all of them yet) Lion: Hitman, tough he has been on bodyguard-duty for Sang a lot as of lately. Definetly-neither-heterosexual-nor-monogamous-lifepartner of Leman and absolute psychopath. He has a pet-lion! Jagh: Everything vehicle-related. Need a get-away car? A car disappeared? Just a limo-driver? He‘ll do it. Also on the older side. No one really knows much about him. Leman: The other hitman. He has two giant definetly-not-wolves that might have a taste for human flesh. He has also been on bodyguard-duty for Sang a lot and yes, there is a very messy love-shape-thing-situation going on. It‘s gonna end in disaster. Sang: Daddys princess. The only one of his illegitimate kids E has ever acknowledged. He even tried to get her away, but why have a comfy luxurious life if you could do organized crime? Sometimes shocks people with how brutal she can get. Menace: Sangs cat. She found her in the trash. Has only one eye and probally wants to take over the world. Will try to murder everyone except Sang. Especially Horus. Rob: The one sane man. He runs a pizzaria (definetly not for moneylaundering purposes), the mafia is more his sidegig. He wants to get out, he is so tired of all that bullshit, but he also values his life. Has a surprisnhly healthy and stable relationship with Yvraine, despite her beeing from a rival group. Under no circumstances mention pineapple-pizza while around him. Floof: Robs dog. He‘s very big and fluffy and dumb. Loves cuddles. Floof is afraid of E. And cats. And gunshots. Because of that no one is allowed to carry firearms while in Robs Pizzaria. Horus: Emps‘ only legitimate child. Don‘t ask what happend with his mother. The favorite child and heir to E‘s crime-empire. Also engaged to Sang, because you know, keep it in the family. Their relationship is a toxic dumpsterfire even at the start. He‘s thinking about… let‘s just say getting rid of Emps. (Monstre changed some of the relationship-details for his one-shot) Alpharius and Omegon: No one knows where they came from, but E dragged them into his villa one day and announced that from now one they will do the internet-stuff. Most likely some of his many, many bastard-kids.

The Eldar: Used to be the big deal around, then somehow shattered into a lot of smaller groups and a lot got also arrested. Sometimes work together with the Imperium. Yvraine: Leader of one of the many Eldar-splinterfactions. In a semi-secret relationship with Rob. Still a absolute badass you should never underestimate.

The Orks: A gang of thugs/hooligans that just like to beat people up. There is very little logic behind how they act and they just generally are a problem for everyone else who is trying to do organized crime.

Chaos: The highly corrupt local authorities/police. They do absolutly nothing against the crime running rampant (except that one time Slaanesh destroyed the eldar) while getting bribes from everyone. But when they hear that Horus has some plans, they get interested…

I definetly want to include the other Xenos-factions, but I don‘t really have a good idea for them yet.

[thezoraprince]

Ring Ruins Can Wait - Bazz x reader

“Idk if you’re down for requests but if I may- It’s finals week in uni and I have one final left (Mineralogy) and I woke up today getting sick. It’s an absolute pain to be studying while you feel achey and gross. Maybe some of our favorite Zora’s taking care of the reader during a time like this?” - @rocklover719

i'm SO down!!

i already have a little list for that request, so i'll do you one better <3 

i hope you enjoy!!! 

(p.s.: i spent 20 minutes looking for a gif of Ring Ruins... i could not find one. the chuchu and the construct in this gif make it worth it though haha)

word count: 634 (just a little drabble) scenario: you’re on the zonai survey team, set to research the Ring Ruins… but you’re too sick to go. y/n - your name

Here you are, laying in bed on the big day. The sun is shining brightly on the the luminous stone architecture just outside your door, the breeze slightly cooler this morning due to the winds drifting north from the top of Mount Lanayru. You’re supposed to be traveling to Kakariko Village today to study the freshly fallen ‘Ring Ruins’, but…

you’re sick…

You let out a pitiful cough, your nose running like never before. You grab a tissue and blow your nose into it, tossing the tissue in the trash bin next to your bed just after. Your head is so heavy, and it’s hard to keep yourself sitting upright. You desperately want to go on this trip. It’s your dream, getting to study the unknown. But, wow, is your body telling you to stay in bed.

There’s a knock at the door.

Slowly, you get up, trying to not to move too quickly. You slide on your robe over your pajamas and put on your fuzzy slippers, making your way to the door. Once you open it, Bazz is leaning in the doorway with a smile. “Good morning, y/n! Are you rea—” His face drops when he sees you, noticing just how sickly you look. “Oh, y/n…”

He follows you back inside, insisting on making you a cup of tea. “Go lay in bed, y/n. I’ve got it.” 

You discard you robe and slippers and crawl back under the sheets, wrapping yourself in a cocoon to keep warm. Bazz comes into your room not soon after with a piping hot cup of tea and some medicine. “Here you are, my angelfish.” he says as he sets everything on your bedside table. He takes a seat next to you, wrapping you in his arms. “I’m sorry you’re not feeling well.”

You sigh. “I was supposed to be going to study the ruins today…” you say. Bazz can’t help but to look at you with worry as you speak, your voice sounding quite congested and hoarse. He holds you a little tighter in his grasp. “I wanted to go…”

“Oh, y/n…” he kisses the side of your head. “I know. You were so excited. And I was excited for you.” he says quietly. “But, I’m sure there will still be an opportunity once you’re feeling better.”

“Yes but,” you huff. “it’s my job! I’m supposed to be there!” 

You cough once more, Bazz giving you another look of worry. “Shh shh shh…” He leans over you and grabs the medicine on your bedside table, trying to remember the dosage. “Here,” he says. “take this and drink your tea. The ruins aren’t going anywhere.”

You take the medicine Bazz gives you, grimacing from the taste. “But, I have a huge report due about it, Bazz!” You take a sip of tea, the warmth of it soothing your throat. “I’m not going to finish it. Then my job will be in jeopardy, and I—”

“Y/n, darling…” Bazz interrupts. “You can’t control this. There’s no reason to get so upset. I know you well enough to say that your job will not be in jeopardy. It’s okay.”

You know Bazz is right. You sigh once more, taking another sip of tea. “I know…” You look as if you could cry. “But Calip wa—”

Bazz takes the cup of tea from your hands and sets it on the bedside table. “Calip can get over it.” he says softly, smiling at your tenacity. “Right now, let’s focus on making you feel better.”

You lay down, Bazz letting you rest your head on his chest. He runs his fingers through your hair, gently kissing the top of your head. You smile slightly, hearing his heart beat. “Get some rest, my sweet y/n. You need it.”

[transfemlogan]

Think I could ask what you think of Logan’s character and where you think his character arc will go (or at least, where you’d like to see it go in the series)? Honestly I’m just interested in hearing you talk about him

I found this rlly far down my drafts. Somehow. Idk how it got there. But at least I don't have to rewrite the entire beginning 🧡

NOTE: I have Aphasia. It's a language disorder that affects my ability to understand and use language and it affects me both within writing and speaking. This is going to be a little incomprehensible and all over the place, but be nicies to me and feel free to ask for clarification.

This is more of a ramble, than a nice and neat analysis.

Everyone is allowed to add on :3c

ALSO SORRY TO ANYONE TAGGED</3 You're most likely tagged because I was quoting/linking a post by you.

OK. LET'S TALK ABT LOGAN (FT MY BAD SCREENSHOTS):

[ID: a screenshot of Logan Sanders from the Sanders Sides episode "My True Identity!" He is smiling at the camera and making finger guns. /end ID]

This might be incomprehensible I love logan sanders. So much. Its so hard to put into words i jsut love him OK. He is perfect in every day & also a little nerd. & Beautiful. & handsome. & my babygirl.

I feel like a lot of fans treat him as if he is... like any other glasses wearing character in fiction. Byakuya Togami is the first to pop into my mind, same with Kusuo Saiki from The Disasterous Life of Saiki K, Freddy Riley from Identity V, Charles Offdensen from Metalocalypse, Kyoya Ootori from Ouran Highschool Hostclub, ETC. THERE'S A LOT OF GLASSES GUYS. (Note: these characters do not completely fit each other, but you get the point.)

The trope of "smart, unemotionless, rude/blunt character wears glasses" is something fans will shove Logan into, but the thing is Logan's character takes this trope and completely snaps it in half and throws it in the trash.

Logan is smart. He is blunt and can be the biggest asshole at times. He is """unemotional""" (stated by him).

[ID: a screenshot of Logan Sanders from the Sanders Sides episode "Dealing With Intrusive Thoughts". The captions reas, "Everything is okay." /end ID]

But he's also compassionate. He is hopeful. He cares so much for the people around him and he holds so much love in his heart.

This post (link) by @intrulogical probably phrases it way better than I ever could + this post (link) by @nesushii

I think that's what makes Logan such a compelling character. He's not someone who needs to "learn how to feel" (which is an idea in fiction I dislike) (it can become a little ableist), he is someone who does feel and know he feels and feels so much all the time, but he can't express it well due to both the environment around him and how he shows his emotions.

A lot of Logan's asshole actions, I think, are less him actively trying to be rude and more him just struggling really bad.

In Moving On, he is "rude" but it's because he realises his actions were Wrong and he's trying to Fix It. He recognises Virgil's panic attack, how this room is affecting Thomas, and realises that he should have listened to Patton. But because of the affects of Patton's room and Logan's tone and phrasing, he comes off as Mean. He becomes defensive as everyone blows him off and it affects how he's trying to help everyone.

In LNTAO, Logan is confused about the entire situation. He doesn't understand why singing or puppets would help Thomas and, as Logic, it is terrifying to not Know when it's his entire job to know. His confusion turns into defensiveness, and because he already struggles to express his emotions in a way that the other sides like/understand, his confusion (& defensiveness) comes off as anger and purposeful ignorance. Which is why the sides and Thomas treat him the way they do— they're assuming he doesn't want to know. Which is entirely untrue!

I know I've talked so much already about how Logan is unintentionally autistic coded (I'm even writing an entire essay about it), but like... HE IS SO AUTISTIC CODED!!

This character that struggles with expressing himself. Who lives in an environment where he feels like he has to exist a certain way, or else he won't be accepted. Who doesn't understand tone or sarcasm or the "big picture". Who struggles with other people viewing him as some sort of unemotionless ""monster"", bexause they don't understand him. Who wants to be heard and understood.

In DWIT, he feels like he's finally doing something right. That he's on the right path. And then it immediately get snatched away in POF and then again in WTIT. And that's such an inherently autistic experience. You feel like you're masking right, you're fitting in, people are accepting and loving you— only to act "too autistic" and the false comfort you wanted is snatched away (a little more complex and nuanced than that, but you know).

He is... So Autistic and it HURTS. (He could also be viewed as neurodivergent in general— I can relate to him outside of autism, with my schizophrenia and speech impediment.)

I also relate to him heavily as a child abuse victim. I've brought it up a few times, but I haven't been able to express entirely what I mean by calling him "child abuse coded" (WHICH IS A PHRASE I KEEP GIGGLING AT).

Logan's entire situation with anger feels so... similar to my own anger issues and trauma. The way he will get so angry and explode only to calm down and realise his actions.

[ID: two screenshots of Logan Sanders from the Sanders Sides episode "Working Through Intrusive Thoughts". In image one, he is pointing at someone out of frame and looking down at the floor with a confused expression. In image two, he has a hand on his tie and looks upset. /end ID]

Hurting those around you because you're hurting is something I feel like most, if not all, abuse victims struggle with. And especially with child abuse victims, I personally always feel on edge. Like I have to defend my actions 24/7 and I need to express myself perfectly or else no one will understand and I will "get in trouble" and "punished".

It reminds me so much of Logan. After he gets angry and explodes (partially due to the Orange Side, based on how the series is being shown), he immediately is confused and shameful and scared.

Logan is scared and ashamed of his own actions and is trying so hard to fix himself and not be that, not be an angry aggressive person. But it's not as simple and apologising and moving on and it's definitely much harder when those around you will not let you / don't understand fully.

ANYWAY Logan's character means so much to me as an autistic, abused guy. //slaps Logan// this guy can hold SO much trauma!

This post (link) by @orbmanson7 I think puts some of my thoughts into better words about Logan's anger and boundaries and everything (which also helps us segway into talking about his arc)

The thing with Logan's arc is that it's a little more complex than just "Logan wants to be listened to". All of the sides want to be listened to, that's the entire point of them. They all want to help Thomas.

It's not only that Logan wants to be listened to and isn't, it's also that Logan is actively listening to critiques and trying to fix and change. He is hearing and seeing that something he is doing is not helpful and is upsetting people. He wants to fix it and change and improve. But no matter what he does, nothing seems to "fix the issue"— Thomas still will not listen to him.

Logan has to unlearn this idea that he needs to constantly be improving himself, that he has to act a certain way, in order for someone to listen and understand him (AGAIN. WHY I RELATE TO HIM AS A ABUSE VICTIM). AND, the sides need to be actively changing how they are treating him. Because him unlearning this won't immediately fix the issue if the sides aren't working too.

The situation can't be fixed with a simple promise of "we will listen to you, Logan", because they've been doing that the entire series.

[ID: a screenshot of Logan Sanders from the Sanders Sides episode "Working Through Intrusive Thoughts". He is holding a notebook near his chest and looks dejected. The captions read, "Another day, Logan, I promise." /end ID]

ALSO, this doesn't fall completely on the other sides. Logan still needs to work on letting himself express things and learning how to cope with his strong, intense emotions like his anger. He's lashing out at the other sides and that's not okay. He can't hurt the people he cares about because he's angry and upset (see the ending of POF before Janus reveals his name).

Which... is one of the reasons I really do not want his anger to be "caused by" the orange side. I want this to be something he is experiencing and going through, because if it's "oooh a dark side is controlling him!!" then it won't be a "Logan issue", it'll be a "dark side issue". Which is not what he OR the viewers need.

Logan needs to overcome and cope with his issues without someone inserting themselves into his arc. The more people are thrown into the mix, the more the attention is drawn away from Logan, and I think his arc is something that desperately needs to be told and focused on.

And NO . I am not a fan of "Logan is the Orange Side" theories. There's a million reasons why that's not true if you actually watch and pay attention to the series (it's a very fun AU, but falls apart in context of the actual series). (Plus I don't want him to stop being indigo.......)

I also don't want Logan's arc to end up with him "turning into a dark side" for a MULTITUDE of reasons:

The "dark sides" aren't like... an actual, genuine thing...? It's not something you can ""become"", it's something you are forced into. It is a term created by Roman to describe sides that Thomas views as inherently bad or evil. The only way for Logan to ""become"" a "dark side" is if someone, in an episode, verbally, called Logan a "dark side".

Obviously, Logan can be treated like a "dark" side. In fact, how he is being treated in the series is very similar to how Virgil was treated in seasonn 1 or how Janus is being treated, ETC. BUT I don't want him to be called a "dark side", because I feel like that brings up an entirely new conflict? Now it's not focused on them ignoring Logan, it's focused on "Logic is evil?" "Thomas views Logic as bad?".

I'm struggling really hard to explain, but I feel like it just layers the conflict and I don't want that. I don't want Logan's arc to include the dark sides in any way. I want it to be focused on him.

(HOWEVER, I don't mind the connection between Logan and the dark sides through their similarities and finding comfort each other because of it. In fact, I love it. But I am not sure how to elaborate on that and how I want their relationships to be, so I skipped over it. If someone asks later, I can try to put it in words. In short, less of the "dark sides" affecting Logan, more Logan affecting the "dark sides"? I don't know if that makes sense.)

Also, I don't trust real-life Thomas to write it well! While he is very good at writing conflict, he sucks at resolving conflict (see: Virgil's reveal as a dark side at the end of DWIT and how it's handled in ATHD). Logan becoming a "dark side" already adds more to his already conflict-filled arc, I don't want to then see it be swept under the rug or handled really badly. Logan deserves a good arc. Don't bite off more than you can chew, or whatever, leave his arc alone. Stop it. Please.

I think that's all I wanted to say?

In short: Logan is full of hope and love and compassion and is so, so autistic coded and has so much trauma. I think his arc is more complex than "not being listened to" and he has to unlearn a lot. I don't want his arc to involve the orange side/him being the orange side, or any of the dark sides, because that brings the attention away from him.

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For birds

Home is where the hurt is: Part 1. Continuation from the Sleeping beauty drabble. (or the -stuff his mouth with a sock- drabble)

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“Right!” Jay slammed the front door shut and before Zayne could even look up and croon a ‘welcome home’, immediately started ranting. “What happened last night was totally unfair!”

“You think?” Zayne just said. He lay splayed out on the couch, socked ankles crossed on the coffee table, staring ahead and swirling a cup of coffee. He didn’t seem to be in a ‘welcome home’ mood – didn’t even glance up – but also didn’t look like he’d only just woken up, so Jay gave himself the all-clear to list off what he’d been steaming about all day.

“You can’t just expect me to know when you are going to drop by unannounced in the middle of the night, pick up on your foul exhausted mood, and control any snoring or sounds while I’m unconscious,” Jay raged as he took his jacket off, maintaining a safe distance.

“Right…”

“Also, that was wayyy out of line. You could have just nudged me or something, or woken me up like you usually do.”

“I guess.”

“And— Are you listening?”

With an exaggerated wince, Zayne looked up and pretended to only just notice Jay. He flashed a fake warm smile. “I was imagining you in total silence and it was a good look.”

“You can’t keep me quiet with socks and duct tape alone.”

Zayne gulped down his coffee. “And that’s the problem. And here…” he hooked his fingers around something and lifted it up for Jay to see, “is the solution.”

Jay blanched as he saw what dangled from his fingers. It looked like a leather collar with a little plastic device on it. Something flashed in the back of his mind in recognition, but he desperately pushed the thoughts away.

“Is… is that for dogs?”

“No, this one is for birds. Specifically for loud mouth birds who have trouble shutting up.”

“Cutting off my air will do more than shut me up.”

Zayne rose and Jay instantly fell back a few steps. “This isn’t about cutting off your air, it’s about cutting off your voice,” Zayne said, slowly advancing and he tapped the little plastic box on the collar. “It’s a shock collar.”

“Where do you keep getting this shit?!” Jay wasn’t sure if he actually wanted to know or if he was just attempting to stall.

“Next time you’re doing an interview with Emery, you should ask him.”

Okay, so he really hadn’t want to know. And stalling was no longer an option.

“Let’s try it out.” Zayne lunged forward and grabbed him by the arm.

“No, no, no! No, wait, wait!” Jay dug his heels in and resisted Zayne pulling him towards the bedroom with all his might. “What is your plan with this? Is this just because I kept you awake?! It’s not like you’ll be able to sleep with me writhing next to you!”

“I’m not sleeping over tonight,” Zayne just said.

Jay gaped at him. “Then why on earth—”

But Zayne’s sly grin widened and his eyes sparkled with a malice that told Jay all he needed to know: it was just because. Because he could. And probably with a hint of revenge.

He yelped, Zayne taking advantage of his lowered guard, and stumbled over the doorstep. Zayne only had to lightly push him to get him off balance and he landed face down on his bed. He snapped back up but a hand pushed his head down into his pillow and a knee pressed into the small of his back.

“No!” He trashed. “No, you are not getting that thing ar—” he choked on the words as Zayne slipped it under his neck and pulled hard at the ends with one hand. Jay flew up as it cut off his air, arching his back and clawing at the leather on his throat. When Zayne didn’t let up, he had to acknowledge defeat, hitting the mattress and at Zayne’s leg with his open palm in surrender.

Zayne calmly spoke over his heaving gasps as he fiddled with the clasp of the collar. “Always making things so hard on yourself,” he almost tutted.

Jay practically flinched when he heard the little click of the lock sliding home and Zayne pulled it tighter. As soon as he felt Zayne get off him, he snapped up and desperately reached towards the back of his neck, fingers searching for the clasp. But at the same time he heard Zayne’s voice, “Don’t bother”, his fingers touched over something cold dangling at the clasp.

“A tiny padlock.” Zayne smirked, and he held up the equally tiny key. “Don’t trust you when I’m not here.”

Jay reared up to yell at him, but the sudden realisation made him choke. He went very still, fingers sliding over the collar to the little box pressed snug against his throat just under his Adam’s apple. It wasn’t tight enough to make breathing difficult, but two cold metal points, the prongs, pressed uncomfortably into his throat. His eyes, desperate and filled with a sudden fear, snapped up to Zayne’s.

“See, you’re a smart pup—er, bird. Yes, that little box responds to sound waves. Speak and it will pick up on the vibrations, giving you a little shock to encourage silence. Snore and, well, same thing really,” he added with a smile.

Jay opened his mouth, wanting to know how ‘little’ that ‘little shock’ would be, but quickly closed it again not that keen on finding out immediately.

Zayne grinned, apparently pleased his plan was working already. “It’s not on. Yet.” He pulled a little remote control from his pocket. “Go on, speak.”

Sliding off the bed, Jay let out a small whimper, testing the thing out before he spoke. “I have work tomorrow,” he said in the smallest voice. He felt like crying, tears burning behind his eyes. But complaining about how unfair it all was never got him anywhere. “I can’t go with… with this around my neck.” Pain was something to expect with Zayne, but public humiliation a whole other avenue.

“Relax. I’m not sleeping over but I’ll be here tomorrow morning to unlock it.”

But that required a certain amount of trust… “Please…” he tried again. He’d rather Zayne just poked him with that fucking cattle prod whenever he started snoring at night. Anything but this. “Please, take it off. I’m sorry, sorry about tonight,” he stammered, feeling stupid for apologizing for something out of his control, “just ple—” he abruptly cut off as Zayne raised the remote in warning and pressed a button.

A little red light burned on his throat and Jay froze, swallowing his words as the device beeped.

“Go on,” Zayne stepped right in front of him, cold eyes looking down on him, voice low and sharp as a razor. “Beg.”

Jay frantically shook his head, trying to contain any whimpers. He knew Zayne just wanted to see him in pain before he left for the night.

Zayne raised a fist. “Beg or I’ll make you scream.”

His lips trembled and his eyes closed in resignation. He took a deep breath, braced himself for the pain to come. “Plea—”

He seized, body tensing up, the muscles in his neck straining against the collar, eyes widening. The shock stole his voice – luckily really – so the pain searing through him had no outlet. Heat burned at his throat, centred at the prongs, but the shock vibrated through his entire body and he was sure he felt it in his bones.

It only lasted a few seconds before it abruptly released him.

He fell to his knees and gasped hard for air.

Too hard.

“You’d better be careful,” the casual voice sounded above him as he went rigid again.

A hand shot up to clutch at his throat – as if he could tear it off – before it froze in shock half way up. The heat at his throat was so intense he was sure it would leave a mark. It shot like lightning through his veins, reaching the tips of his fingers in no time, but the tingly feeling remained even after the shock stopped again.

“I’d say that doesn’t need any adjusting,” Zayne said, a pleased grin on his face as he watched the man at his feet struggle to silently get his breath back. He crouched down, reaching out. In his haste to get away and fear that any vibration might trigger the collar, Jay shot away and fell back against the bed. Zayne gripped his chin tight and tilted it up.

Jay held his breath as his fingers slid along the plastic box, but nothing happened when Zayne checked how tight it was around his neck and if he could get a finger behind it.

“Alright then,” he said, seemingly satisfied and got to his feet, giving a small mock salute. “Have a good night.”

-

Continued here

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[landfilloftrash]

pot, kettle, sir.

[anachronistic-antagonisim]

YOU CAN CA// ME DETH/Y, OR HONEST/Y CA// ME WHATEVER THE FUCX YOU WANT \ DONT CARE.

\ /\XE GOOD MUS\C, NOT ANY OF THAT SH\TTY M\DB/OOD-H\GHB/OOD TRASH; STUFF THAT THE MAN WOU/DNT GET, REA/ B/ADE \N THE GUT TYPE SH\T, GOUG\NG OUT YOUR \NNARDS TO STUFF YOU BACX UP W\TH ROCXS TYPE DEA/. THE GOOD SH\T.

\ A/SO /\XE EAST A/TERN\AN MED\A, AS THEY HAVE A FAR MORE REF\NED TASTE THEN US SH\T FOR PANS OVER HERE.

BEFORE YOU GET YOUR BU/GE \N A TW\ST, THE HA\RS DYED; \ AM NOT A FUCX\NG MUT\E \ AM JUST COO/ER THEN YOU COU/D EVER HOPE TO BE.

TA/X TO ME AND \ W\// PROBAB/Y CHEW YOUR THROAT OUT TO /AP UP YOUR B/OOD TO TASTE THE NOTES OF YOUR SHAME, AS YOU XNOW YOU CANNOT REACH ME.

P\TCH QUADRANT \S OPEN.

ooc:

@grofitallocation-ooc its me bitches. also ref

[bittertomato]

Your Throne headcanons

Main Cast:

In the beginning without Psyche’s healing, Medea (in Psyche’s body) had to put up with muscle aches in places she forgot she could feel fatigue. She ignores the aches through sheer power of will (as she does) but resolves to do a few light exercises every day to build up her stamina and strength—even before asking Eros for swordfighting lessons—in case she had to live as Psyche forever.

Psyche comments about this after switching back to her body, thanking Medea now that it feels like “her lungs can actually expand and breathe more easily.”

Horseback riding was one of the other skills that Psyche requested to learn after switching back to her own body. It’s how she knew how to ride a horse after stealing Helio's when the wall collapsed.

Psyche is so “short and demure” because her growth was stunted from being locked in a box as a child whenever she was punished for misbehaving. Otherwise, her actual height might have been closer to 165 cm (5’5).

Does the Your Throne world have coffee? Anyway Medea is a (black) coffee addict and Psyche is a tea bitch.

Psyche thinks black coffee tastes like Eros—bitter. Medea demands Psyche to never compare her lifeblood to trash ever again.

Eros has a natural “masculine” scent that most girls would swoon for but Medea finds revolting. Since learning about his true colors, being too close to him actually gives Psyche minor headaches because of how pungent his body odor is.

Helio smells like depression.

Pain tolerance from greatest to least: Medea -> Helio -> Eros -> Perion -> Psyche. This is mostly because Psyche’s body is the least resilient to stress, since she’s the least physically fit. And also because the first two are too used to killing their feelings.

However, all of these idiots are highly likely to cut off their own limb if the situation calls for it. Medea and Helio if their cold logic deems it necessary (Helio especially for Medea). Eros has the same cold logic. You can’t tell me Psyche “I’ll stop Helio from stabbing himself with my own hand” and “Dying is scary but I’ll stop my own heart to prevent Eros from killing Medea” Callista wouldn’t treat her own body with little regard. And Perion canonically stabbed his own eye.

Average hours of sleep per night: Medea = 4 (she takes short naps during the day), Helio = 6, Eros = 7, Perion = 7, Psyche = 10 pre-body switch, 8 after returning to her own body.

Medea doesn’t get sick often, and when she does it’s usually something mild that goes away within a few days. But one time when she’s finally allowed to relax and breathe for a minute without Eros, her family, or even the public breathing down her neck, her immune system completely tanks and she gets the worst cold of her life. It’s so bad that she has a fever dream where she wakes up as a reincarnated villainess betrothed to Eros, is being courted by Helio, Perion, and Psyche, and even has relatively loving parents, but all she wants to do is cultivate her farming skills in the inevitable outcome that Eros dumps her for Psyche and banishes her from the kingdom.

No, Medea has never heard of My Next Life as a Villainess: All Routes Lead to Doom! or whatever a Bakarina is that’s why it’s a fever dream.

Psyche (in Medea’s body) kissed Helio on the balcony in the only way she knew how: based on how Eros used to make out with her. It was not a pleasant realization for either Psyche or Helio.

Even with her lack of diverse experience, Psyche is a better kisser than Eros. She learns fast.

When Psyche reveals what happened on the balcony to Medea, Medea just scoffs and offhandedly comments that Helio likes it rough. Psyche chooses not to ruminate about that for too long.

On a similar note, whether or not Medea has actually explicitly mentioned the ch. 122 discourse yes I’m bringing that up, Psyche had a hunch that that would’ve happened while Medea was in her body; considering Psyche and Eros probably did it together after they became engaged. It’s part of the reason why she was so devastated during the body switch, before the women reconciled. But after learning how Eros never loved her, Psyche just feels awful that Medea had to act through such a vulnerable situation.

Supporting Cast:

Dekis, like Nana (bless her soul), is happy that Medea at least has a friend who isn’t trapped in a sense of tragic worship like Helio is. He hopes his sister can continue to build healthier relationships, with new and existing acquaintances.

Thanks to living on his own and developing some life skills, one of them being cooking, Dekis will help out in the kitchen sometimes. The servants were initially against their master doing menial labor, but their worries quickly dissolved. They even share some secrets about Medea’s preferences, to Medea’s amusement.

Along with the books gifted to him, Lira took the rabbit Psyche saved back to his family. They now take care of it as their own pet.

Lynn still reports back to Medea even after Psyche and Medea reconcile. Except instead of plotting to ruin Psyche’s life, now Medea is content with mundane updates like whether Psyche is feeling well or what food she ate or—cringe—how Psyche handled another one of Eros’ visits. Lynn is 100% ??? about the sudden change of heart but doesn’t have the guts to ask her very-scary original employer.

[alittlemoth]

A very self-indulgent licorice cookie x reader.

They are human in this but still use cookie terms because they were baked they just have human anatomy it's a whole au I made up don't worry about it or ask me about it I would really like to tell people about it moving on!

You did it. You finally managed to buy a little cabin in the woods away from the city and all the chaos of your world being linked up to another world, Earthbread. Something about a person getting stuck there via mystical magical bullshit and falling in love ehhhh not your problem you got a house damn it! A run down house, a house in shambles, but it has internet running water you just need to fix it up a bit!

You moved in everything that could fit in the little cabin, it has three bedrooms two bathrooms with a large bath each, a little kitchen and a small greenhouse attached to the house. Okay maybe it's not so little but the two extra rooms are in the basement and so is one of the bathrooms! And it was such a steal, it needs some renovations definitely but it's livable and it's mostly stuff you can do it by yourself!

As the weeks went by the cookies became more normal and so did fucking magic. Like magic is actually real, but again it's not your business not your problem you just want to be a little cabin goblin live your life tending to your plants and running your YouTube channel. Everything is going great the windows are insulated, so are the doors and walls, the heater is working in time for winter everything is going great for you.

That's when you met licorice cookie, digging through the trash like a raccoon.

"...What the fuck" you quietly said the stranger froze he had been digging through the trash.

He quickly pops up out of the garbage trying to explain himself you aren't paying attention cuz you recognize those robes that scythe and the skull necklace. "... Holy crap your licorice cookie"

He freezes again even more concerned even though he left the cookies of darkness most people aren't too fond of him

"o-okay I know how this looks!" His voice got an octave higher as he was clearly panicking trying not to get the police called on him "I'm just really hungry and very far from any town that wouldn't kick me out immediately, and I thought hey if it's in the trash it probably wouldn't be miss-"

You were just staring and then quietly asked if you wanted to come inside he accepted you fed him and now you apparently have a roommate cuz he hasn't left. You are fine with this but he didn't even say he was saying and you haven't asked him to leave so you just now have a roommate.

You two settled into a routine quickly. He helped with the housework and started to join you on videos. It got to the point where the chat would yell "string bean" every time he showed up in the background.

About two months ago you realized you caught feelings for the racoon as you called him.

You proceeded to do the most logical thing.

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No I'm not joking you started flirting. For example-

Licorice was trying to perfect a spell to create more housework oriented minions, but to his dismay it requires materials from his home dimension. Where the one that got to listen to him troubleshoot.

"seriously you do not have anything like that in this dimension?" He practically begged, hoping that that would magically make you pull something similar out of thin air.

"unfortunately no we do not have plants that can grow eyes."

He then gave you one of the greatest opportunities in exasperation he mumbled "well fuck me then"

You grinned and got close putting a hand on his arm "are you offering?"

His eyes widened as he sputtered out a response."i- well- uh-" his face turning a deep purple "that's- that's not what I meant and you know it!"

You laughed and stated that yes you knew that, and that you loved how he looked when blushing. Which naturally made his blush worsen.

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The flirting continues for about a month before he tells you to stop joking about liking him... Of course you react accordingly...

"you dense mother fucker" you whisper yelled as you throw both hands down like and put them together in with a deep inhale "I am not joking I actually like you"

One beat then another one more....

"...oh" he's standing there stunned as you say that almost like he doesn't believe it and whispers "I like you too".

You grin putting your hands on his face and whisper "may I?" He nods.

And then you share your first kiss together it's sweet soft, clumsy, but soft and when you both pull away you're both grinning.

And that's my first proper fanfiction hope you all enjoy!

[jareausbf]

— Jennifer Jareau

College AU

Jennifer Jareau x m!reader

— In which, you are dragged to a college party by your friends, where you meet a friendly face.

CW: reader is a psych major. reader does not enjoy parties. implied underage drinking.

NOTES: first post! hope you all enjoy! :)

Your heart raced as the loud music and voices got closer and closer. You looked out the window of your friend’s car, grimacing as you saw the building before you. It was a big, two story frat house that sat on campus which was now completely trashed, yard covered in empty cups. You sighed to yourself, dreading the night ahead of you. Your friends, along with yourself had only arrived about 20 minutes late and the party was already in full effect.

“Alright guys, let’s get going,” Justin, one of your friends instructed.

You exited the car together, closing the door being you as the smell of beer flared through your nose. You followed as Justin lead the group inside, the music now blaring through your ears as strobe lights nearly blinded your eyes. Almost instantly, the group split up into their separate ways. You assumed they were off to find some beverages or girls to talk with.

You didn’t even agree to go to the party in the first place. You were easily aggravated with crowded areas and loud noises, unable to think with so much going on at once. However, Justin had assured you that he would stick by your side the whole time. So much for that plan.

Usually, you would’ve already been out the door, but without Justin, he didn’t have a ride back to your dorm, which was a good distance from the party. You sighed to yourself, squeezing through the large crowd, trying to find a beverage stand. You soon found the kitchen, spotting a plastic table set up for drinks. After about 2 minutes of getting through the tiny gaps between people, you had finally made it to the table, pouring a cup of fruit punch.

With a smile, you took a sip, cringing as the liquid burned down your throat. Of course it was spiked punch, why wouldn’t it be at a college party? Without anything to do with the cup, you continued to carry it in your hand. Maybe that way you wouldn’t look like a total loser.

SPLASH

Spoke too soon. The red liquid poured all over your shirt as two football players who were roughhousing bumped straight into you. The two didn’t even stop to see if you were okay, they just pushed past you and continued their play fighting. You should’ve just walked home. You dropped the cup to the floor, quickly finding the stairs to the second floor to search for a bathroom.

Of course, all of the doors upstairs were closed. It would be a matter of luck to find the bathroom. The first rooms down the hallway were messy bedrooms, the next seemed to be filled with chatter. It was best you didn’t go sneaking into any of those rooms. You finally reached the end of the hall with no luck, silently pleading for the last room to contain a bathroom. You turned the knob entering the room, being met with a much bigger and tidier bedroom this time, however, there was a blonde haired girl laying on the bed reading a book.

“Shit! I’m so sorry. I didn’t think anyone was in here. I’m so so sorry,” you quickly went to close the door, but the girl suddenly spoke with a laugh.

“You’re completely fine, you don’t have to go,” the girls voice told him.

You opened the door again, finally meeting her eyes, standing in place as the girl adjusted herself, now sitting on the edge of the bed with her book closed. You glanced down at the book which looked to be a familiar psychology textbook. You then noticed that this wasn’t the first time you had seen the girl before him. She sat two seats down from you in your psychology lectures. You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t stolen a few glances from her. She was beautiful.

“I’m sorry, I don’t mean to intrude on your studying. I just- I have a bit of a situation here,” you said, looking down at the red stained shirt that stuck to your skin.

“It’s really no problem. I could use the company anyways, I’ve been reading the same page over and over again from all the noise. Too hard to focus,” she said with a soft laugh. “Here, there’s a bathroom right in here,” she said, leading you into the bathroom.

You followed behind her, watching as she prepared a warm wet towel for you to clean up with. You stood beside her as she handed over the towel, responding with a tight smile of appreciation. You looked in the mirror, wiping off your face first, along with your red stained hands before moving to your shirt.

“So, let me guess. You either are really clumsy, or you got a first hand experience with the jocks,” the girl guessed, causing your to manage smile at her in the mirror.

“Looks like we’ve got a winner. Some assholes from the football team don’t know what self awareness is,” you said, raising your brow as you shook your head.

You eventually gave up on trying to clean the stained shirt, setting down the towel over the sink. You then turned to the girl again, thinking about whether or not to bring up their psychology class together. Oh, what the hell, why not?

“You’re in Professor Wright’s psychology class. Jennifer, right?” you asked, hoping the girl would at least notice who you were. It would be quite an awkward moment if she didn’t. Luckily, her face lit up.

“Yeah! I knew I noticed you from somewhere. It’s Y/N, right? You can call me JJ,” she said, smiling as she held her hand out towards you.

“Well, it’s great to finally meet you JJ. If you don’t mind me asking— what are you studying psych for?” you asked, deciding to move the conversation back into the bedroom where you now sat on the floor, back leaned against the side of the queen sized mattress. JJ soon joined you, sitting at your side.

“I’m wanting to go into the FBI someday, work for forensic psychology. Maybe be a profiler one day, but I’m mostly focused on becoming a communications liaison for them. I think I’d be better off helping out the families while the others do their work,” JJ explained. You immediately had a burst of excitement.

“No way, I’m actually wanting to be a profiler for the FBI! I just think the human mind is so fascinating. Learning about how each individual’s brain works is just so interesting to me. Did you know that-“ you quickly cut yourself off, realizing that you were rambling out of excitement. You didn’t know many people who had the same interests as you, some of your “friends” even tended to make fun of you for it.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to ramble like that. Bad habit of mine,” you apologized, lowering your head in embarrassment. You hoped that you hadn’t already annoyed one of the only nice people in school.

“Don’t apologize, Y/N. I’m just as interested as you are. Besides, who knows? We might be working together some day,” she said with a gentle smile towards you which you gladly returned.

“Hey, um. I know we don’t know each other that well, but would you maybe want to… get out of here? I know a couple of restaurants still open a couple blocks down. My treat,” you offered, getting up to your feet again, offering you hand to JJ.

“I’d really like that,” JJ simply said, smiling again as she took your hand.

The two of you eventually managed your way through the still packed crowd, wasting no time to rush out of the door together. You walked side by side, hands gently brushing up against each other. You finally took the initiative of slipping her hand into your own, looking down at her to see if she was comfortable. When you looked down, JJ was already smiling up at you, giving your hand a gentle squeeze of reassurance. You smiled to yourself as you continued down the sidewalk. Maybe college parties weren’t all that bad.

[louisisalarrie]

https://www.nme.com/news/music/universal-pulling-music-from-tiktok-licensing-agreement-3579757 Did you see this? Do you think tiktok will agree another better contract? There are a lot of famous artist that they will remove their music from the plataform.

Hellooooo anon! I did briefly see this yesterday but hadn’t had a chance to sit down and dig deep. So thank you for sending this through!

I have a lot of thoughts and feelings about tiktok in general (I’m a Vine girl through and through hehe). Mostly negative, some positive. However, it has certainly thrown a spanner in the works in terms of music discovery, artist to fan relationship, and artist development. So, let’s dig in a bit, shall we?

Now, it’s quite funny that TikTok is saying that UMG is putting their “own greed above the interests of their artists and songwriters”, because they’re actually losing income from pulling their artist’s music down. Even if it’s a small amount of overall revenue, the big labels in the industry will take as much money as they can, and that includes using as many platforms/resources available to them, to make money off of fans/grow their artist’s fanbases etc., so tiktok are probably scrambling lol. UMG are hugely influential and this kind of PR for them could make other big labels follow in their footsteps as part of an “artist first” movement. Small labels will probably stay though, as they need the money. UMG don’t.

If TikTok wants to be a music based business, they need to play the game. They have plenty of money, and if music is their main focus, that’s where that money needs to go. Artists deserve to be compensated appropriately for their art wherever it’s played, whether it be radio/tv ads/streaming platforms/movies or tv shows etc., but artists are also relying on TikTok now to reach a wider audience and have their song “go viral”. And TikTok knows this. They know they are relied on for (particularly smaller/developing) artists to get their songs on the charts and gain more fans.

However, if they’re a music based business, do you think maybe they should pay more than 3 cents per song? (Spotify is trash for this too, but that’s a story for another day) Because they most certainly should. But… the thing is… TikTok holds a weird and powerful spot in the music industry now, because it has the power to bring back songs from years ago, get them trending, users discover this music, and then they go check out more of that artist, and therefore, make the label money. And I’m not saying it’s just music from a couple of years ago… I’m talking songs from decades ago. Fleetwood Mac’s song, ‘Dreams’, was used in “over one hundred thousand videos, contributing to a 17.5% increase in the label’s share price”, so these labels are in fact still making money off artists from years ago now.

So, if they can make money from all these licensing deals from artists past and present, why are they getting so “greedy”? Don’t their A&R representatives want to develop artists by getting them a viral hit on the main place where data says young people are discovering music they’ve never heard of more than ever?

Well… They do want that, but if TikTok can’t match the rates that their partners are paying in their licensing deals (Spotify, Soundcloud, etc.), then they’re gonna drop them. And TikTok is gonna take way more of a financial hit than UMG, particularly if Sony and Warner leave too. The Big 3 have actually been talking about this for years now, about negotiating better deals with TikTok, but I think Sony and Warner just signed the contract again because TikTok has such a monopoly now and a huuuuuge young demographic, while UMG is actually stepping back and saying “no, this isn’t good enough”. Which, in my opinion, is about more than just money.

AI is extremely dangerous for all artists in all art industries. It just is. Whether it be visual artists, musicians, writers, actors etc., it can be really detrimental to careers. If users can create music really easily through AI, of course they’re gonna do that. Whether it be putting Harry’s vocals on a song he’s never sang on, or his face on deepfake pornographic images, it is horrifying that we have the power to do that now.

But on a larger scale, if a million different users used AI tools to create a song to go viral on TikTok (everyone wants to be viral these days), then… what’s the point of human artists even trying when it’s that easy to get a robot to do it for you? It just contributes to an already extremely over saturated market, makes more artists undiscoverable, and will “massively dilute the royalty pool for human artists, in a move that is nothing short of sponsoring artist replacement by AI”.

In short, thanks for coming to my ramble, and I am all for UMG doing this. I think it’s a great move, and will encourage platforms to pay their artists more, and regard music more highly. Not everything about labels, including The Big 3, is evil. There’s a lot of good they can do from their position in the industry, and UMG has made an excellent step forward. Thanks for reading if you got this far lol!