#reblogs are off because I'm a coward tho

[silly-witch]

Seeing the 'age in bio discourse'... I mean I only have my age range. People are acting like you've shit on their grandma for asking to clarify that you're an adult. Imo (as someone who peruses more nsfw stuff here on Tumblr dot hell) it's really helpful to have ur age in bio since so many nsfw blogs (understandably) don't want underaged people interacting with their posts. Yes people lie, but the nsfw OP has done all they can to stop minors from seeing that, and for some of these blogs that includes blocking ageless blogs/ blogs run by younger people . Idk I just think that the angle of 'omg haha ur so stupid anon for asking people to show their age don't you know people Lie' and also like 'I've been on the internet too long to show my age' like... First bit is just mean spirited second is just like ... Okay no one was accusing you of being a kid. Just some circles of the site have a trend of showing age. That could literally just be 'adult' or '30s'. It doesn't have to be your exact age. Also if you aren't sharing any other personal details on Tumblr who is going to be able to figure out if it's you based on age. Idk, maybe I'm just a naive 20smth but I really don't think it's that deep to ask and it's making me kinda annoyed seeing that post circulate lol.

[everyhowlmarksthedead]

seeing someone else.

BISHOP LOSA. MAYANS MC ┃ USEFUL LINKS

❝ request by @encounterthepast: Hello lovely Aurora, can I request angst prompt number 7 with Bishop please, thank you, 💕

❝ prompt: “Don’t you dare to lie to me again”.

❝ request by @arveeee: Hello my dear, so I was thinking, and there is one sentence to that can't go out of my head. So it is: "let me in" with Bishop (I know I'm boring). Well I believe in you, I love you , and I love your writing. Say hello to Arya.

❝ request by anon: Hi, Aurora. I love your writing sm 🥺 I was wondering if I could request an imagine with my man Bishop? I was thinking of something like the reader and him being in kinda like a friends with benefits situation, but she decides to break it offf because she’s really upset. And maybe Bishop doesn’t understand so she eventually explains to him that she wants more out of their relationship and he reassures her they are more and they always have been? Maybe leads to like soft/romantic smut? Thanks so much!

❝ request by @meteora-fc: hello hello! so, that new trailer huh?😵 would absolutely love if you could write me something for a stressed out bishop with the prompts "Stop ignoring me, it’s driving me crazy!" and "Let me help you make it better." Thank you tons!!💖

❝ words: about 1.4k.

❝ a / n: as always, don’t forget to comment and reblog if you liked it!

Another tequila shot goes down your throat, ripping it off as you almost smash the small glass on the table. Tossing your head back as you rest your back against the sofa, sitting on the floor, you take a look around you. The gloomy has taken over your house as the night has fallen a couple of hours ago. It's the fourth night you are trying to forget about Bishop and whatever you two had. But you can't dismiss from your mind his caresses —his fingers drawing patterns on your back, his lips touring your neck with delicate kisses as if he was afraid of breaking your skin, his mustache tickling your inner thighs, his raspy voice articulating your name in moans. It's the fourth night miserably failing, remembering the last time you spent together, the way he was holding his back pretending he wasn't sad because you were leaving him.

“Obispo, it's over. Don't make a big deal. We're just friends who occasionally fucks”. You scoffed somewhat annoyed because of him and his interrogation, but how could you tell him you were falling in love with him?

“I ain't making any deal, (Y/N). I just want to know what made you change your mind and keep a wide berth”.

“I'm seeing someone else”.

"Don't you dare to lie to me”. He growled, taking a step closer towards you with the intention of stopping you from picking up and packing the less stuff you had in his house.

“Think what you want”. You replied, rolling your eyes.

The first tear flows in the left corner of your mouth not appreciably at first, but then, some more until finding yourself crying. You miss him so much. You miss watching him sleep peacefully in the small hours, drifting slightly when you caress his cheek using your fingertips. Flexing your knees to your chest, you wrap your arms around trying to contain the loud sobs, hiding your face between them. How have you been so stupid to fall for him like that? The two of you made it clear from the very first moment. Friends with benefits. But after a couple of weeks, you started to notice that he used to push away any other woman that it wasn't you, he didn't spend much time in the clubhouse preferring to do it in your house —cuddling, watching movies, playing poker; kissing every single inch of flesh covering your anatomy.

Reality hit you the moment he murmured something like you're a miracle, thinking you were calmly sleeping between his strong arms and your back stuck to his chest, no distance among your bodies. You knew it was a thing produced by the alcohol running through your veins and it wasn't fair for you to fantasize about the idea he was catching feelings for you. So you just ran away, like a coward.

Some clumsy knocks on the front door of your house bring you back to reality. At first, you try to ignore them. It's not like you're in the mood for visits, knowing that probably it's Leti at the other side of the place, worried because you haven't replied to her text all day. But she insists and insists. And you know how stubborn she can be sometimes. Serving yourself another shot and drinking it in just one gulp, because you're too sober to endure another of her Ted talks about positivism and what he has lost, you stand up on your bare feet. Everything around you spins dizzyingly for a second until you can react, feeling every knock like a hammer hitting your brain.

“I've heard you the fi—”.

Opening the door to receive her, your vocals get frozen as you face Bishop in a deplorable drunk state. Just like you are.

“Let me in”. He barks, not being able to look at your eyes, trying to pass you away to the inside, but you stop him.

“Go home, Obis—”.

“I'm home, shut the fuck up”. He frowns taking a sip from a bottle of whisky you haven't noticed till now. “You think you can kick my fuckin' ass outta your life by saying you're seeing someone else? You think I'm fuckin' stupid, queri— Were you crying…?”

From anger, his tone of voice falls to one lower and lower, as the concern and the worry cover his annoyance completely. Throwing away his drink to somewhere over the grass of your yard, he holds your face onto his palms. His touch causes you to tremble. His warm touch causes you to break into aching sobs, panting as you can't breathe properly. All this time you've been thinking you have missed him, but you didn't have a real idea of how it feels until his fingers have been laid on your wetted skin.

Bishop comes closer to you, touching the tip of your nose with his. You can smell the mixed scent of cigarettes and whisky emanating from his cracked lips, it doesn't bother you, tho. “Don't kiss me, please”.

Until this precise moment, he has loved your begs and pleads to his bones, but now he hates them more than anything he could ever hate in his life. It breaks his heart. He can't deal with your rejection one night more.

“Why…? Why can't I kiss you?” He asks desperately at the edge of his tears. “Please, stop ignoring me, it's driving me crazy. I can't even take care of my own shit without you by my side”.

Your knees feel weak at his words, still believing he only says that because you're just a good lover, the best in the sheets, as he told you once.

“I… I…” You babble nervously, trying to not place your hands on the laps of his leather kutte to finally push him into the needed kiss you've been craving for the last four days. “I love you”.

And why the confession doesn't take him by surprise? Why doesn't he look confused? Why does it seem like he already knew it? Bishop can't help but draw a fleeting grin across his face.

“Do you think I came here, falling into pieces, just because it feels like being in Heaven when I'm deep inside you?” He whispers, clicking his tongue slightly. “I didn't believe you when you told me you were seeing someone else. But the minimal thought I could have about it made me lose the less sanity I have”.

You blink stupefied at his own confession about his feelings. Your fingers tour his abdomen up in slow motion, starting to have some faith in his words.

“Mi amor…” Bishop mumbles in soft giggles shaking his head. “I adore you, mi amor. I don't want anything else than to share my life with you, and only with you”.

He doesn't wait for a signal from you to kiss your lips, he just takes what it's his. And you can't hold back a painful gasp, expelling in it all the sorrow you've been carrying for the last four days being separated from him. Your hands grip his shirt in two fists, pushing him as much closer as the two of you can be, about to melt in the same figure. All this time you have been trying to not love him, to forget him; and you were just delaying the inevitable. You are made for each other, that's a fact. Your lips fit to perfection —your bodies, your hearts.

“Tell me you love me”. You whimper against his mouth, causing him to smile because of your need of making it real by these simple three words.

“Love isn't enough to express what you make me feel”.

Bishop bends down without prior notice to wrap his huge hands on the back of your thighs, urging you to jump onto him and surround his waist with your legs. You haven't forgotten how good his warmth takes over you when he holds you like that, walking inside your house and kicking the door close. Guiding his steps across your place and its hallways, he reaches your dark dorm barely illuminated by a post light outdoors. He lies you down on your bed —a bed that has welcomed you for the last eight months in every kind of state. Drunk, tired, happy.

Now, you're a mix of them. Drunk in tequila, tired of crying, but happy for having him back for the rest of your life.

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[healpeony]

Not the man I love

Eren Yeager x reader

Warnings; brief mention of lost of virginity, angst, profanity, mentions of deaths.

I used she/her pronouns for the reader, feel free to imagine them as your own!

Gif not mine.

This wasn't the man she loved, this man standing behind bars in front of her was a monster, a cruel monster who killed innocent people, who killed children.

“What happened to you Eren?” she asked her voice void of the emotions she was feeling

Her question was met with silence which made her anger grow more, he wasn't even looking at her in the eye instead choosing to look at the wall.

“Eren, Answer me! How could you do it? Knowing that there was children, innocent lives who had a all future coming their way!” she yell, her fist hardening on her sides

Once again he was silent, and this only made her blood boil.

“The Eren I know would've never done that!, the one I gave myself to, the one who complained about not being my first kiss, the one who was focused on killing all titans, wanting us to be free from the walls-”

She was interrupted by Eren finally speaking “I'm still the same, I believe in freedom” he said calmly which only added fuel to the fire

He finally let himself make eye contact with her, and she could see how the bright and vibrant turquoise eyes turned into a dull color expressing no emotion. It was now that she could see how broken he was and that made her feel bad for him, his eyes along with his muscular features made him seem scary.

“Just because you still believe in freedom, doesn't mean that you're the same!” she said and even tho she wanted to say it more calmly, it came out harsh

“You're right, now I have the courage to tell you how pathetic you are. Look at you wanting me to be with you and the others so bad, I have always thought of you as useless, if it wasn't for me you would have been dead by now” even tho his words hurt, she didn't want to show how much it affected her even tho he knew it did, but he didn't stop there “You are a coward, always lurking in the shadows having someone always save you. I don't even know how anyone likes you, or maybe they just pretend just like me when I said I had feelings for you.” he walked closer to the bars and was now standing infront of her

His harsh words made her eyes water, but she hold the tears back not wanting to show any weakness infront of this version of the man she loves.

“Eren.. you don't mean that” she said trying to convince herself more than him, shaking her head to look down at the floor

“I mean every word I said, why don't you just fuck off and stop whining you annoying brat” Eren said looking at her with disgusts when she lifted her gaze back up

“I thought you were different you know, I thought I was going to marry you, have kids and a farm but I guess you just showed your true colors, eh Eren?” y/n said holding back sobs as tears were going down her cheeks

“Nobody told you that your little family fantasy was gonna come true” he said dismissive

“I guess you're right, it was nice t-to talk to you” her voice broke a little and she turned around ready to leave

When she grabbed the door knob ready to close the door and probably not see Eren again she turned around and said “You're absolutely not the man I love” before proceeding to close the door

After hearing her footsteps and sobs fade, Eren hit the bars and let out a few sobs of his own “I'm sorry.. I'm so sorry my love”

Hello!, You're free to reblog and like this if you enjoyed. Also thank you so much for the likes on my last post!

Sorry for the mistakes!, This was sad to write tbh.

[queen-martiza]

I posted 76 times in 2021

22 posts created (29%)

54 posts reblogged (71%)

For every post I created, I reblogged 2.5 posts.

I added 62 tags in 2021

#cemetery boys - 18 posts

#julian diaz - 14 posts

#yadriel - 13 posts

#martiza - 6 posts

#aiden thomas - 4 posts

#love you guys!!! - 2 posts

#asks - 2 posts

#yes my official cemetery boys blog - 1 posts

#say the facts - 1 posts

#yadriel✅ - 1 posts

Longest Tag: 70 characters

#who's gonna write a fic on this now😫😫😫😫❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ i need it!!!!!

My Top Posts in 2021

#5

Anyways, Yadriel must have been hella traumatized after all the shit that went down with his Tio. Not only he was betrayed, he saw all hell break loose, he also saw Julian die, then he fucking died. Like... Wow. That was a lot.

Give the kid some hugs that's what I'm saying.

58 notes • Posted 2021-07-29 11:27:45 GMT

#4

Julian: I'm trying to fit ten pan de muertos in my mouth at the same time.

Yadriel: You're a hazard to the society.

Martiza: And a coward. Do twenty.

98 notes • Posted 2021-02-23 05:52:06 GMT

#3

The fact that some people choose to criticize the book because Yadriel forgives his family in the end completely flies over my head.

Like... What else were you expecting?

You know, I stan Julian's decision to stay mad at Yads family because they were shitty to him. They got away too easily. They hurt Yadriel too much and they were forgiven too easily.

But what Yadriel did was what he should have done, character wise. If he hadn't done that then it'd have been so weird because Yadriel, more than anything, craves for acceptance from his family. He wants them to understand and acknowledge his identity. You think he'll stay mad at his dad and grandmother for constantly misgendering him after they've accepted him? Nope. Not at all. It's not who he is. It's not a part of his character.

Yadriel is not the sort of person who bears grudges. He is not the sort of person who'll turn away love after years of scorn.

I'm not saying that's necessarily a good thing. But his decision made sense.

TL;DR people should analyse a character more deeply before flying off into moral rants and shit. It's a novel. It's literature. The characters are not supposed to be perfect you dumbfucks.

102 notes • Posted 2021-08-05 16:25:08 GMT

#2

me: *just chilling and minding my business*

my brain: the hospital kiss scene tho

103 notes • Posted 2021-02-23 05:57:19 GMT

#1

"Are you okay?" Girl I'm thinking of how Julian Diaz scratched out Yadriel's deadname from his yearbook and wrote his real name in it with a sharpie. How do you think I am?

210 notes • Posted 2021-01-25 09:40:02 GMT

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[reanimationstation]

Maybe I am maybe I'm not I'll never tell. But anyways he has done nothing wrong okay he just abandoned his 8 ft tall son and didn't defend Justine. He's perfect.

ok it's definitely you

i do want to touch upon not defending justine tho— the tags of a reblog of my earlier ask brought her up. so uh sjfbsjd gonna use your ask to ramble about that

yes, victor didnt defend justine, and that was shitty, it really was. BUT—who on earth would actually believe him??? bro he built a MAN in COLLEGE and then a few years later it MURDERED HIS BROTHER??? that shits impossible to believe. imagine your sibling coming up to you and telling you that. LIKE WHAT???? no one would believe them. i mean—i dont know everyone specifically but especially back then it probably wouldnt have been believed, and Victor wouldve been thought crazy.

so victor weighed the pros and cons of admitting to his actions in the hopes of proving justine free, going through all the possible scenarios. i will now go through all the possible scenarios,,

scenario 1: he tells the truth. she might be proven not guilty!! his conscience would be clean, and thered probably be a hunt for the real murderer, Adam.

scenario 2: he tells the truth. she is proven not guilty, and the blame is now on him. adam also gets blame, but victor is still fucked.

scenario 3: tells the truth, shes not guilty, he is, adam isnt.

scenario 4: he tells the truth, he isnt believed, justine is still hanged, but people brush off what he said as grief.

scenario 5: he tells the truth, isnt believed, justine is hanged and he gets regarded as insane.

scenario 6: he doesnt tell the truth, justine gets hanged, he lives without consequence.

scenario 7: he stays quiet, justine doesnt get hanged, theyre all alive (minus william [for now]), but they never get justice on adam.

so. in 3 of them hes fucked, in 3 of them justine lives, in 3 she dies, and in 4 he's fine. the odds arent really in anyones favor.

we know victor is a coward and a little bitch, so he picks the "safest" option for himself, taking into consideration the unlikeliness of anyone believing him: scenario 6

its logical, i'd say. i dont think its right, but i see where hes coming from. so uh,, i cant hate him for this. because who knows what i'd or anyone else would choose if we were in the same situation

[shinvcho]

I heard you were talking about this fandom being salty and toxic? What is the problem people have in it? I'm really curious.

// First of all, I do not speak of the fandom as a whole. - not even the rp side of things.  However, one thing people call the b.nha fandom is toxic - at last, it looks like tho a  person outside of this fandom

Why?Because this fandom is filled with sjw - who will complain about everything.And why - cause we western simply can’t make a clear difference between fiction and reality. And I’m not talking about anime/manga fans only, how many news are there that say that shooter will turn uns into mass murderer.

Well anyway -

1. You aren’t allowed to like certain fictional characters.E.ndevor, O.verhaul is a good example, like one of these two and you will be called an abuser. Oh the same counts for Bakugou, even if he is the most popular character in the show. And btw. I have been bullied FOR YEARS, so don’t even try to call me out on this. This guy changed, I really dod not like him in S1 either but I really started liking him in S3. 

I never have seen this in any fandom, that you straight up are forbidden to like problematic character’s- just because you like them doesn’t mean you agree with their action. I personally agree En.davor is a shit dad and abusive character but I still find him as character and fuel for the story rather interesting. Also, let’s ignore the fact that liking Shigaraki - a guy who was ready to kill children is totally okay (nothing against Shigaraki, I like him too this just a comparison liking him is okay but E.ndavor isn’t) 

2. You aren’t allowed to like a certain ship’s.Same as above, and I’m not talking about student/teacher ships, but certain ships between the student character. What happened with the mentally of - if you do not like a ship just scroll over it?

And before anybody says anything, I’m not talking about rp who have in their rules they do not want to interact with this as it makes them uncomfortable - that is not the same as what I’m talking about here.

There is seriously a trend within this fandom who they put banner under their artwork forbidding people from interacting with you if you like this and that and like…I just find that extremely rude, just let people enjoy your art without making them feel like shit. In 90% of the time you won’t interact with people who like/reblog your art anyway…

This also mentally unhealthy btw, you know how shitty I feel when I read people do not like Shinsou? How I seriously feel bad for liking him? Not only him, but also other characters I enjoy or ships.

So, good job for making people feel completely unwelcome here

3. Momo’s outfit.I agree it doesn’t look good but the among of complaints are tiering - especially within the manga, you bearly see her chest, the anime adds booty shots - not hori. Also by this complain I question if any of you saw any anime before. Cause there is worse fanservice out there. (Na.mi and R.obin from O.nePiece are after the time skip worse than any Midnight and Mount Lady fanservice, just saying. And I love O.nePiece still)

This is the argument people outside of the fandom see the most and are tired off - cause they know there is also the side in this fandom who likes lewd fanart of the male character as ship or not. And that their people who complain about Momo and like the other side of things isn’t as farfetched.

4. A good chucking of Kiri.baku shippers harassing the creator to make their ship canon even started a petition.While I question you guys want Hori to do that given this guy does obviously not know how to write romance this is just…idk, every fandom does that these days like have you guys nothing better to do?Not to mention, their now other shippers who are sorry for their behavior, I feel sorry for all of them.Leave the shipping to the fandom.

5: Changin a Characters desgin and claming it to better.listen, redesign a character for fun, or cause you think it looks better? Totally fine! I do myself as artists this too all the time, giving it my own touch. However, going around and be seriously like ‘The creator is a coward for not doing this and that’ (there might be reason he can’t do that, remember their editors and others who have the final word) but this not solely bnha, a lot of fans from jap stuff love to redesign things and be like ‘ haha hire me!!’ not as a joke but being serious

respectless much? I understand when their design who suck, but it is still tiring and you're not being taken seriously but the creators like this. 

Oh and fun fact, there serious people who will hate on you if you draw a character with their canon skin color, this the main problem here - if you like it and prefer drawing them like this? totally fine, have fun. But don’t force your hc/fanon onto others

7. Taking jokes a WAY to serious, you guys never have seen cartoons or other animes/mangas before?Like, b.nha jokes are harmless in comparison to some. And the joke I’m talking about is where Aizawa choked Shinsou - I still can’t believe their people who complained about this, besides he didn’t even choke him, there was actually a post explaining he didn’t as Shinsou mask was in the way, I might reblog that later actually.

6. Have any of you ever watched anime before?Like serious, some complains are like…in every anime fandom ever that it really makes you question if people are not tired asking the same things over and over.

B.nha isn’t perfect and I have arcs too, I do not enjoy. I’m not a fan either that he gives Deku so many quirks but the League gets quirks upgrades too as it seems like. His writing isn’t perfect, no story is. But I enjoy the characters and the story anyway?

And I did like to continue doing so without feeling bad for liking certain characters or ship dynamics.

[the-strongest-decoy]

aaklsdbfakb Jan, are you okay?? you mentioned your executive dysfunction acting up and I wanted to check in but I'm too much of a coward to do it off anon. please know that we're all here for you!! have a great day

Hey anon!! Thank you so much for being concerned over me (•﹏•) I constantly say this but I always receive so much anon love and I'm so grateful for that

If I'm being honest, it's been a little hard with the executive dysfunction coz it feels like you're always trying so hard while being useless. Because your mental process begs to differ with what you actually do, it's doubly frustrating and tiring and I've been sleeping even lesser due to that restlessness and need to be 'doing' SOMETHING rather than sleeping, though I only end up sleep deprived and even less likely to do stuff.

Haven't had the energy to socialize or even write the long ass posts that I've drafted and when somehow I find some ounce of energy to do it, Tumblr app fcks up everytime and doesn't let me post my answers coz the draft isn't saved and gets lost. This is actually my second time answering this. Part of it also has to do with me still not doing so well with the emotional whiplash from Hq 369/370. I'm still super hyped about everything but it doesn't feel the same and Haikyuu became so deeply ingrained into my life that now it feels like my life that was frozen in time suddenly decided it was gonna kickstart and leave me in the dust.

Anyway sorry for getting all emo. And thank you so much for all the love. Though I feel like I haven't been as active and I'm not writing down and posting my thoughts as I usually do every week (tho I'm still super hyped af for Haikyuu every week make no mistake) and yet I've been getting more and more follows. When I first joined Tumblr I felt lonely yet super comforted by the anonymity it gave me because I was here coz I loved something and for once in my life I was able detach the need to be "the best" or "successful" . It's been a nonzero sum game though. There was never any way for me to lose. The Haikyuu fandom is full of wonderful people a lot of whom are gonna be my forever friends and even if I hadn't ever met them I got to be a tiny blob in the outskirts of the fandom reblogging posts nonstop for no followers to see but just because I thought they were cool.

So thanks and tons of love. I'm sure I'll get over this patch, I've seen worse. Life be like that sometimes. And when I do, I'd love to talk to you off anon so hmu!!! Be warned though I've recently been diagnosed an introvert inspite of seeming like an extrovert. Coz though my extrovert battery is low, it's extremely proficient.