#since I only learned today there is a tag limit lol

[good-rwbyaus]

I learned today that Tumblr posts are limited to only 100 inline links. I also learned that if I keep doing this I will probably vomit blood.

I think what I'll do later is just dedicated mod posts for the AUs, though Mod Green will probably need 1 or 2 or 3 posts lol.

I've been skipping one / two-liners mostly. But if you really want to seek them, you can use the mod's personal tag to search for them.

Currently, the post range of this post is March 24th 2021 to November 15th 2019.

Mod Green

Ozcury AU - Mercury's training Ruby.

Ozcury AU - Fight at Haven with Oz-Mercury in the middle.

Crack/Reference to unknown?!Adam is a total fanboy of Summer Rose and discovers he just maimed her stepdaughter.

DevilMayCry!AU - Distant cousin Dante drops by for a visit to the Schnees.

Ozcury AU - Instead of Oscar's head, Ozpin ends up in Mercury's!

AU where Raven isn't a coward - which makes her into an overly enthusiastic mom

Weapon Souls AU - Crescent Rose is Ruby's twin.

Konosuba!AU Aqua Weiss + Megumin Ruby

Weapon Souls AU - Crocea Mors acting as Jaune's mom much to his annoyance.

Konosuba!AU Darkness!Pyrrha explaining why she likes Jaune.

Weapon Souls AU - ModAsk: Huntsmen weapons have human forms a la Soul Eater

Jaune gets no respect AU (Dangerfield AU?)

Ruby unintentionally steals Emerald and Mercury through sincere kidness

AU where armor does what it's supposed to do. And why Jaune is seen is a tough guy.

GrimmPyrrhaAU! - A clone of Pyrrha that sorta ends up defecting.

AU where the filler villain adam is cut out

SaturdayMorningCartoonVillain!Salem AU - Ozpin suffers.

Ben10!Mercury AU

Ironwood calls for backup for Mantle. Master Chief, Duke Nukem, and Doomguy show.

Nicholas Schnee is still alive. Visit Vytal to see the grandkids.

Bluby x Jaune shipping

Bluby x Jaune shipping

AU where the heroes save the world by wearing the tingle outfit from BoTW.

AU where Watts has a crippling Pokemon Go addiction.

Jaune is recruited to teach Ruby to dance for her wedding!

Emerald Schnee AU!

Tyrian developed a fear of Ruby after she maimed him. Discovers her again at the Rally.

Mr. Taurus Grinch Song.

Aura-amp AU! Ruby and Weiss get an unfortunate speed boost.

Conspiracy!Raven meets Penny

ModsInRemnantAU!

Mod Yellow

All of Yellow's most recent posts till 2019-ish.

Mod Lilac

The Things Jaune Arc (and the rest of Team Remnant) are not allowed to do at Beacon Academy (post-saving the world)

Evil Ozpin AU - Picking the Kids Up

The Vytal Campaign (RWBY is a DND campaign)! - Salem and Ozpin play out the Lost Fable.

MetalDong69 - Crack!AU where Salem gives up her plans for consquest because she got addicted to FortKnight. Ironwood is her greatest online rival.

Blake's Book Trade - Blake never becomes a Huntress and becomes a bookstore owner instead.

Medical Intern AU - Jaune never becomes a Hunter and becomes an medical intern instead. (pt 1b)

Crack!Like an Oz (to the beat of Like a Boss)

Becoming AU - Ruby mistakenly believed to be a secret professor at Beacon - Pyrrha's perspective

Rising Snow AU - Pieces 12-14 - Where Whitley had been keeping the company viable since he was young - Meeting "Acacia"

Becoming AU - Ruby being made an offer she can't refuse - aka Weapon / Weapon Maintenance Club.

Crack!Glynda Runs an OnlyFans account???? - not as nsft as it sounds.

JAUNE IM GOING TO KILL YOU - Jaune's semblance is to make other people turn into harem protagonists. Blake suffers.

Someone asks a stupid question while Salem is trying to ask Jinn her questions.

Rising Snow AU - Pieces 10-11

Destiny AU - Epilogue: Oscar

Becoming AU - Perspective: Yang's POV on Ruby being mistaken for a Professor.

Becoming AU - Perspective: Weiss

Becoming AU - Start - Crack(taken Seriously)!Ruby is mistaken for a Beacon professor and Ozpin just rolls with it.Uncle Crow AU - Pt 2

Uncle Crow AU - Pt 1

Rising Snow AU - 7-9

Rising Snow AU - Crack!Beginning: Whitley is the sole reason why the SDC is up and running.

Of Caerbannog - Crack!Why you don't piss off Velvet Scarlatina

Team STRQ - Loudly observing at two girls' competing affections for the same guy is bad for your health.

FullmetalAlchemistAU! Reenactment of the Chimera scene. (I'm sorry.)

Actors and Actresses AU - convincing - blake convincing yang.

Actors and Actresses AU - first interview with lisa - weiss

Scatter - Summer kills Salem. It doesn't take. - incomplete

House!AU - Dr. Arc - incorrect quotes style

AccidentalMastermindAU!Salem - the Rainforests of Vacuo

Be Careful Who You Blackmail AU - Jaune and Cardin have a heart to heart in Forever Fall.

big brother jaune to Oscar and Whitley AU

Other - Submission

Planeswarden AU - watcher-servant

DevilMayCry AU! Dante and Winter cousins that don't get along - random-reborn

Aura-Amp AU! Jaune accidentally brings Blake's clone to life. - pandemic-smiles

[kcsplace]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

Thanks for the tag @sparrow-in-the-field and @strangethings-everywhere

I guess today is the day that you all get to learn about my other AO3 account since a lot of these Qs are about overall stuff lol.

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

59

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

846,116 which is insane to me, esp as more than half that is one fic

3. What fandoms do you write for?

MCU - Phlint and Stucky Stranger Things - Steddie 9-1-1 - Buddie Criminal Minds - Reid/Hotchner Firefly - Jayne/Mal H50 - McDanno TBITB - Coxstroke Merlin - Merthur NCIS - Tony/Gibbs SG-1 - Jack/Daniel The Sentinel - Jim/Blair

4. Top five fics by kudos?

He Whom My Soul Loves (Stucky) - 988 A Diaz By Any Other Name (911) - 970 The Man On The Wall (Stucky) - 929 Magic Man (Merthur) - 781 The Royal Camelot (Merthur) - 650

5. Do you respond to comments?

I love answering comments. If someone can take the time to leave a comment, I always do my best to answer. Not always immediately, but I get there!

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angriest ending?

I don't think I've ever written anything with an angry ending. Maybe not happy, per se, but not angry

7. What is the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Uhhh probably The Man On The Wall because after a 475k slow burn, Bucky finally gets his kiss

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I have done! Not in a while, but not because I'm any better, but because I'm such a teeny writer, nobody cares enough to be rude anymore!

9. Do you write smut?

Yup! Though by the time I'm done writing it it feels dry as the Sahara and textbook dull, I can only hope it reads better and that I'm just jaded after spending ages working on it

10. Craziest crossover?

I've done fusions, but not a crossover. Not yet!

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Yup! Why they'd choose mine, I don't know. Also had them added to goodreads against my wishes

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Never been asked! I've had art made for fic, and someone wanted to do a podfic version of one, but never translated.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Absolutely not!! I'm too much of a control freak and if my procrastination and oh-so-slow writing annoys me, it'd enrage even the calmest of co-writers! I wouldn't do that to an innocent person!

14. All time favorite ship

Honestly, I have favourite ships in a fandom, but narrowing down a favourite of all of them, I don't think I can!!! Cop out answer FTW!

15. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

While I never start a fic in the hope of maybe finishing it as I always start with the intention to finish, sometimes they end up so big, or are outside my sphere of limited talent that they peter out. I have 120k of a Night At The Museum type AU for Stucky that has sat on my hard-drive for nearly a decade, and I'm 65k into a OFMD fic that I'm determined to finish, but at the moment the OFMD is the far far more likely fic to see the light of day

16. What are your writing strengths?

Dialogue for sure. I can write whole fic that are just nothing but dialogue, and then I go back in and fill it out. The dialogue is the skeleton I work the rest onto

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Everything not dialogue!! Everything

18. Thoughts on dialogue in another language?

....I don't have any?!?

19. First fandom you wrote in?

Probably Harry Potter some 20 years ago

20. Favorite fic you've written?

The Man On The Wall is my baby. I wrote it twice so its my sweetheart. It was also a serious labour of love at 474,747 words (also I love how neat that word count is) very very close second is Life, Written and Illustrated By in the Merlin fandom. It was my first foray into Merthur and was part of a competitive pornathon and I won that weeks with it so huuuuge confidence boost for my writing

[sick-thing]

Hi! I just learned about Salmacian identities today. I was wondering if u had any resources to learn more about it because your blog came up a lot on the tag.

I've wanted to have both parts since I realized I was trans. I had no idea that there was a word for it. I also rarely talk about it because I was scared people would think I was fetishizing intersex people. I'm a binary trans man and I honestly in my limited research I haven't found many binary trans people who align with the Salmacian identity.

Howdy, I found this which has some info on it https://www.transgendermap.com/welcome/for-trans-people/gender-diverse/salmacian/

There's been a push to change salmacian to "aphrodisian" due to the unfortunate origin of the term (named after a creepo from a Greek myth) but not enough people see that as an issue for the change to really take hold.

Salmacian is also part of a larger identity called "altersex" which, in this context, is basically anyone who's altered their natural-born sex characteristics or wishes to. It can also refer to fictional characters who aren't intersex but have non-standard bodies.

Basically anyone who has or wants both types of genitals can identify as salmacian, some ways to achieve that would be surgery, or being AFAB and taking T and getting a "T-dick", or you could just use a packer, basically anything that makes you feel good lol, I'm certain there are also salmacians who don't do any of that but their ideal body has both parts, all of those are valid ways to be salmacian.

Nowadays most salmacians congregate on the r/salmacian subreddit, be careful though cause there's pictures of genitals on there, there's also a salmacian discord somewhere, I think it's linked on the subreddit? But yeah I've been on there for a long while and it's been pretty great.

There's plenty of binary salmacians, even some cis salmacians too, there's more of us than you'd think, I think like you a lot of us are scared to openly voice this desire due to the fear of being seen as intersexist or fetishizing intersex people, however, there's more to being intersex than just genitals and to reduce them down to just that is pretty shitty, plus dysphoria is never fetishizing lmao, I've been openly salmacian for a while and only been confronted by one person but most people who witnessed it came to my defense. My view is that this is something I didn't choose and can't control and hurts no one so to tell me it's "bad" is... small-minded, bigoted, and just plain wrong lmao.

Anyways I'm glad you found the salmacian identity! I remember being so stoked to finally find a community of people like me.

[britneyshakespeare]

another tag

today is a twofer brought to you by @buddyhollyscurls

1. Are you named after anyone?

No :^) people have asked me before if I was named after Princess Diana but. No it’s just the only other name my parents could agree on for a girl. I’m the second born in a set of twins with two older brothers, so my parents never anticipated having to name another girl until they got the news.

2. When was the last time you cried?

Couple days ago over pain and health anxiety.

3. Do you have kids?

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA no. But I have four chickens that I love dearly.

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?

I’m generally pretty witty and jovial but I’d say I’m less sarcastic than just silly and goofy. I’m not one of those people that sees sarcasm as the funniest sort of humor; I use it sparingly. I prefer to be the joke.

5. What sports do you play/have played?

NONE lol. But watching swordfights in Shakespeare plays recently (and also a cute artist’s model I used to have a crush on) has made me have passing thoughts of “what if I tried fencing...” (never gonna happen though, especially not now with my health being what it is)

6. What's the first thing you notice about people?

Physically or personality-wise? If someone meets me in real life they probably notice my red hair, I suppose, since that’s a rather rare trait. But I don’t post my face all that much, especially not anymore, so it’s not like everyone who interacts with me here would first notice that. They probably notice my eclectic mix of interests and eccentric personality first. 

Although in real life I’m very reserved; I don’t share much of myself. People often pick up despite that though that I’m rather intelligent, and I don’t say that as though *I* think I’m exceptionally intelligent, but that is the way people treat me automatically sometimes when I’m not necessarily trying to show off. Idk it’s weird. I’ve always very much been the “quiet smart girl” when that’s not what I feel best represents me. It’s a very limiting role to be assigned. It’s like being written off, in a way.

7. What's your eye color?

Bleu, bleu, l’amour est bleu... 

(that is a Vicky Leandros song)

8. Scary movies or happy endings?

Scary movies WITH happy endings. Shakespeare’s The Winter’s Tale.

9. Any special talents?

One could argue my poetry portrays some level of talent... cough follow @creatediana

10. Where were you born?

The Merrimack Valley region of New England. Miss Mary Mack Mack Mack all dressed in black black black. Fun fact that song is a reference to the Merrimack River and NOW YOU KNOW.

11. What are your hobbies?

Probably reading and writing are the major ones, but I’ve also enjoyed a lot of music in my life (both playing it and listening to it... but I’ve always been better at listening than playing). Acting and theater for a very short stint, although I wouldn’t be opposed to doing it ever again under the *very correct* circumstances (which would basically have to fall in my lap because I’m never seeking that shit out again). 

12. Do you have any pet?

My doggy Dickens who is a little bastard fucker and also my sweetheart. Dickens ‘n chickens.

13. How tall are you?

5′7″ but... I can get on my knees if you need me to be smaller

14. Favorite subject in school?

I loved all of them, truly. Especially in college, my enjoyment depended a lot more on the enthusiasm of my professor than the subject. But one thing I’ve learned to love more in recent years is science and the visual arts. Those always eluded me when I was younger. But back in the day my favorite classes were theater, English, Spanish, history, and my guitar classes. Typical humanities girly.

15. Dream job?

Job? Fuck you, pay me. 

I’m a schoolteacher.

I would like it better if it had more financial incentives and if there weren’t so many systemic failures in the education system.

I tag: uhhmmm let me see... I’ll do @sneez @david-watts @dylaissante @angelblooms @personshapedsplder @titoro @shecomesincolors @nebylitsa @porsiempretriste and @renjunnipeikko .... if you can HANDLE IT 

(or just if you want to)

(anyone can do this actually and tag me back I love you guys xoxox)

[eruden-writes]

Thank you @menagerie-of-monsters for the tag! These are always fun.

My words were: minor, perfect, quit, keep, and hand

I'm tagging @vaya-writes, @snowkissedmonsters, @moonshine-nightlight, and anyone who would like to do this!

Your words are: limit, offer, passion, loss, soul

Since my snippets are kind of long, I'll keep them under the cut.

Minor

This is a snippet of Vulker and Twyla I haven't published yet. Since it's a WIP, I've added who is talking in the exchange.

“If I put you down, do you promise not to run away again?” [Vulker] “I will only do as I wish!” [Twyla] “Ah, so do you wish for freedom or to be in my arms longer?” [Vulker] Later, Twyla would not have been able to explain what came over her. Her eyes widened and a flare of heat rushed through her, embarrassed and affronted. Then her head slammed into Vulker’s face, cracking her forehead against his nose.  He dropped her, a yip of pain escaping his lips as his hands went to his nose. When the floor met her feet, Twyla spun around and ran once more. Her heart pounded as her body continued to operate on the instinct to flee, even as her head throbbed from the pain of impact.  Vulker held his nose, blood oozing from his nostrils as his eyes watered. She had struck him quick and fierce, managing to break his nose. The ache didn’t last long, as orcish healing quickly took care of the relatively minor injury. As soon as the pain passed, Vulker was on Twyla’s heels, his booted feet pounding against the floor.

Perfect

Learning Curves! This one is shelved for the moment.

“Thank you for humoring my request, Miss Barlow.” The words came from one of Eureka University’s favored professors, Dr. Torsyn Orgia, he/him. Professor of Carnal Studies and Sexual Technique. He was a tall and broad incubus, with cherry-red skin and forever-white wavy hair cropped short and was just as well-maintained as his short white goatee. His black yak-esque horns protruded from his temples, rumored to be perfect handles for certain naughty acts. His black sclera-white iris eyes were made all the more prominent behind his glasses.  Age had softened the incubus a little around the middle and at the edges, though. Having seen past photos of him, provided by older co-workers at the library, Martiza Barlow knew he’d been more toned and buff at one point. Though, if she was being honest, she liked this Torsyn better. Perhaps, because she was simply familiar with him. Besides, Martizka would be lying if she didn’t admit to her heart fluttering whenever he was around.

Quit

Oh no... This one is titled "Written Lies" and was written in 2009. It's a supervillain x reporter story. He's kidnapped her in an attempt to force her to write an expose about her beau/the hero, who is secretly corrupt. Also, the villain's secret identity is a special effects movie make-up artist.

lol I have a theme of Hollywood-esque settings, I guess.

The grammar is awful, fair warning.

"How much longer?" whimpered the gorgeous woman who was currently being fussed over in the chair, "We've been here for hours!"  From the side, Beatrice couldn't even see the actress's profile to see what, exactly, they were doing to her visage.  If it did regularly take this long to put make-up on a woman, simply for a movie, no wonder they all looked stunning in Hollywood!  Her companion's voice shot through Beatrice's thoughts, however, and her eyes were focused to his form, eyebrow raised and a curious look painting her own face. "You know, as well as I do, what today's scene calls for, Jeanne, so please, quit your bitching." purred the man, charm and irritation coating his tone uninhibitedly.  A grin - a familiar and arrogant one that had graced many of Beatrice's memories in the past - was curled over his lips as his blue eyes surveyed his work.  However, in a split second, those eyes had caught Beatrice gawking, and the pink-haired man's grin twitched into a smirk that sent her guts into a frustrated knot.  

Keep

Another old pick. This is a story about a dragon having to return the princess to her father, after a reckless knight destroyed the keep with a magical sword.

Lyvir scowled as he carried the unconscious princess in his talons. This was not part of the contract. In fact, he had no reason to save the princess when that bumbling knight destroyed the keep himself. A sword that could channel lightning. Lyvir snorted, two streams of smoke escaping his nostrils. In theory, it was a formidable weapon against a dragon. In practice, lightning coupled with magic made a vitriolic, unpredictable combination. What it left behind was a smoking mess of rock, metal, and wood, which had simply been known to nearby gossips as The Keep. Not to mention the ash that had once been a knight. His wings beat against the upstream of air, wondering what foolish wizard gave the equally foolish knight such a weapon. Probably Sterling, the “great” wizard of King Thaneus's court. Another snort lit out of Lyvir's nostrils. Against the pads of his forefeet, the woman stirred. Lyvir suppressed a groan. With the Keep destroyed, the enchantment that forced the princess into intervals of deep sleep dissipated. They were close to his lair, but the woman would awaken much too soon for Lyvir to make it the rest of the way without risking her tumbling out of his claws. Angling down, he began his descent into a clearing nestled at the base of his mountain.

Hand

Park ranger werewolf x human that got lost on the monthly heat night, of all nights.

Griar was off to get some wham-bam, leaving Lapine at his cabin/cave. She decided to masturbate, so sexually frustrated Griar got a noseful of arousal on re-entering his place after failing to find someone to fuck for the night.

A key rattling in the door yanked Lapine from her fantasy. She gasped, quickly pulling her hand from her pants and pushing herself into a sitting position. Her eyes snapped to the door just as Griar pushed it open. - In the split second she saw him, he didn’t look much different. There were no dirt marks or scuffs or - from what she saw - scratches. He looked as clean as he did when he left. The second thing she noticed was the scowl of frustration on his lips. The look only lasted a second. Even from the couch, she could hear him inhale deeply through his nose. His gaze snapped up, immediately on her. Shame at being caught clenched at her stomach, but an anticipatory heat licked up her spine. - Almost immediately, Griar threw himself backwards, out the door, slamming it shut behind him. Lapine stared, her heart thrumming and breath still ragged from adrenaline. What just happened? Outside, back pressed against the wall near the door, Griar crouched. His chest heaved, still taunted by the aroma of pheromones. He clenched his eyes shut, running crooked fingers through his hair. The image of Lapine, flushed and breathing hard, teased him further.  “Griar?” He nearly jumped out of his skin with her soft voice eked through the door. He couldn’t help noticing the tinge of breathlessness still on her words. “Don’t,” he growled, fingernails digging into his scalp. “What were you doing?” 

If you're curious to hear more about any of the old stories, let me know. Maybe I'll revive and retool them. ;3c

[peachpaws0]

God I love love PB episodes so much

(Im gonna reblog with a continuation of the rant in the tags since I hit the tag limit :)

[phoebe-delia]

Fic Goals for 2022

Thank you to the lovely @corvuscrowned, @avenueofesc, @pennygalleon, @drarrymybeloved, and @orange-peony for the tags!

When I posted my first fic on AO3 in April I told myself and my two best IRL friends that 1. I wouldn't write more and 2. I'd never, ever join Tumblr.

Thank god I was wrong.

Since April, I've written over 130k words, connected with some of my writing heroes (and even made friends with a few of them!), discovered so many writers, and gained friends who've changed my life for the better.

I've written stories I never thought I'd be able to. I made a list at the beginning of all of this with fic ideas and I'm so proud to say that I wrote a lot of them, and then some. This has been one of the hardest years of my life, for reasons that are too personal for Tumblr, but fic and fandom were there for me and I'm so grateful to everyone who has made it special.

Mushiness aside, I've completed some goals for the year, one of which I am so proud of and will hopefully be sharing later today! Other than that, here are the goals I've got for myself for fic and fandom for the next year!

✷ Finish "All Too Well," (the Drarry as Taylor Swift series)—there's still one album left to write a fic for, as well as one that I just want to write for an album I've already done. I don't want to limit myself in the series, but I do want to have at least one song per album.

✷ Finish the 99 songs prompt challenge

✷ Finish the fic ideas written in my notes page

✷ Grow the @drarry-fic-rambling sideblog—and write a few fic recs of my own!

✷ Do all the microfic prompts that were posted before I joined

✷ Write more Jeddy—I love this ship so much and I've only written them in one fic as a sequel to a Drarry fic.

✷ Limit myself in fests—there are one or two I've got my eye on for next year and I'm so excited, but I've learned from some experience and watching others that it's best to be careful with overextending oneself with fests.

✷ Stop checking my stats page so much—my ADHD loves the instant gratification of seeing my fics get kudos or hits or comments or bookmarks, but I don't need to constantly check 😂. Also I have enough individual works, now, that I can almost never tell which fic got kudos, so other than checking my inbox the constant refreshing serves little purpose lol.

✷ Keep commenting on most (if not all) the fics I read—I try to do this already and I want to keep it up because I know how meaningful comments are and I want to spread that joy.

✷ Venture outside of songfics—but if/when Taylor comes out with another album, all bets are off 😂.

✷ Read more rarepairs—I so enjoyed discovering Jeddy this year and I want to see more! Like Perciver and ships involving Neville and/or Charlie.

That's what I got! Thanks to everyone for making this year so incredible. I'm tagging @ginnyxdarling-1, @steampunkserpent27, @nelweensfic, @isamijoo, @ronbinary, and @itsfookingnikola

[jerzwriter]

12 from the 101 ways to say I love you prompts for Tobias & Casey, please, Elsa! 🥺

Book: Open Heart (Book 2)

Pairing: Tobias Carrick x MC

Rating: General

Summary: Casey’s trying new things and meeting new people. It’s challenging at first, but she’s getting the swing of it, and someone finds themselves happy to get a chance at-bat.

Category: Fluff

Warnings: None – Unless you’re a Yankee fan (like me) – this was painful 😂

A/N: Thank you to @a-crepusculo for requesting the prompt “I have an extra ticket…would you like to go with me?” from the 101 Ways to Say I Love You prompt list.

A/N 2: I am a NY Yankee fan… do you know how it kills me to diss my team in favor of our archrivals? Oh, the things I don’t do for these characters! Lol

CHARACTERS BELONG TO PIXELBERRY STUDIOS

If you wish to be added or removed from tags, please let me know. Comments and reblogs always appreciated. 😊

Casey squinted her eyes as she stepped into the unfamiliar bar. After battling the bright sun on a nearby field all afternoon, the dim lighting was appreciated; if only she could see where she was going. It seemed a fitting continuation of a day that was punctuated by awkwardness and unfamiliarity. She could all but hear the pride that would exude from her therapist’s voice at her next visit. After all, the purpose of her joining Edenbrook’s softball team was to get her out of her comfort zone, was it not?

One wouldn’t think that would be necessary. It was less than a year ago when she moved to a new city to enter one of the nation's most rigorous medical residency programs. She did so without the benefit of a single acquaintance, never mind a friend nearby. That should have bred enough unfamiliarity to last well into her time in Boston, but Casey had been a quick study. She acquired a ragtag group of friends in her limited time there, most of whom shared the same roof. She made a name for herself in the program, although, not always in the way she had hoped.

And, without intention, she had fallen in love with an unattainable man. After a year of learning to trust and depend on each other, their cordial work relationship blossomed into friendship and then into much more. But the walls that surrounded his heart were too high for even a skilled mountaineer to scale and, if that weren’t hazardous enough, he was also her boss. When the spark ignited into a flame, he found the heat unbearable and set out to douse the brewing inferno. He found a solution a continent away in the rainforest of Brazil. The flames of their budding passion were extinguished, leaving only embers behind. It provided him with an escape, but it left her to face a scorched landscape alone, just when she needed him the most.

That is how she found herself at the Puddingstone Tavern on a late Saturday afternoon. “New things,” her therapist encouraged, “new people, new experiences!” So when her friends Bryce and Elijah encouraged her to fill a vacant spot on their team, she gave it a chance. It would be fun, a way to meet new people. Since their competitors were three area hospitals, she could also network because she knew that starting over somewhere new might be the best way to go.

Casey MacTavish did not have a shy bone in her body. The close-knit group of friends she had amassed since her arrival at Edenbrook was a testament to her outgoing personality. Yet, halfway through the season, she hadn’t succeeded in meeting her goal. Of course, she had met new people. Still, at aftergame mixers, she found it safer to lose herself in the warm cadence of Elijah’s laugh or the flirtatious banter she and Bryce had all but perfected than it did to venture further.

But today provided a unique opportunity. Bryce had been called back to Edenbrook for emergency surgery, and Elijah was too busy getting to know a pretty nurse from Kenmore to provide Casey the buffer she sought. So as they made their way off the field, it was her full intention to make her way back to the apartment and claim the shower before any of her roommates returned home.

“Hey, good game out there today,” a deep voice called from behind.

Casey turned around, assuming he was talking to someone else. Though her skill had improved markedly through the season, she failed to take note.

“Oh, me?”

“Yeah, you,” he grinned. “You’re one of the reasons we’re sitting on the loser's side of the aisle today.”

“So wouldn’t talking to me be fraternizing with the enemy, then?” She smiled.

“Nah, this is all fun and games. Doesn’t pay the bills, doesn’t get any of our names in any journals. Doesn’t save lives. So, you meeting up with us at Puddingstone?”

“No, I think I am going to head home. It’s been a long week….”

“Oh, come on, Casey. Stay for one drink; this is the fun part, especially when you’re on the winning team. What do you say? One drink. I’ll buy.”

“You’ll buy? Isn’t the losing team required to buy the first round for the winners?”

He wiped the back of his neck and smirked in her direction. “Well, that was going to be my excuse to get you to stay for two, but if you want to save me a little money, one is fine. Seriously though, you had a great game. Go enjoy the victory with the rest of your team. What do you say.”

“Fine,” she reneged, “but just for one drink.”

He tried to conceal his satisfied grin under the brim of his cap, but he wasn’t as successful as he believed. “Well, I’ll save you a seat at the bar,” he winked before jogging away.

Elijah had already left, so Casey decided to eschew the train and walk to the tavern. If she were going to be arriving alone, she didn’t want to be the first one there. And while she was confident that… oh no… she couldn’t remember his name. He had definitely told her, on more than one occasion, but she just couldn’t remember… even better reason not to ask if she could go along.

That’s how she ended up walking into a dark bar, squinting to find a familiar face, but there were none to be had. Elijah was out on the patio doing the best he could to earn Nurse Celia’s phone number. The doctor… Tyler? Tristian? Timmy? Uh, it would come to her… he was nowhere to be found either. Right now, only a small group of players, all frat-boy types, were huddled around a keg in the back of the room. Choosing to avoid them, she slid up to a barstool and ordered a beer.

Just one drink, she thought. If she finished it before anyone she wanted to see arrived, the T was just a block away. A warm shower was waiting for her at home, and that didn’t sound so bad. She astutely watched the Red Sox game on the old television behind the bar as she swallowed the last sip of her beer. Well, it looks like it’s you and me, loofah. She summoned the bartender for her tab when she felt an arm lean on the back of her chair.

“Hey, Bobby,” he called to the bartender, “That goes on Kenmore’s tab.”

“Hey,” he said, turning to her, “you know the rules; even if you don’t want to take my money, Kenmore owes you the first drink of the night, so what are you doing with your wallet out, put that away.”

“Fine,” she said with a small smile.

“Now, the big question is, are you going to bolt out of here? Or will you let me buy you round two?”

He stood next to her but not too close and while the smile on his face was perfectly friendly, there was something about those eyes, silently challenging her to stay, that Casey found both enticing and dangerous. Her eyes flickered back to the television, and he followed suit.

“Oh, the bottom of the 6th, and we’re beating the Yanks by 2,” he let out a low whistle, “you don’t want to miss the end of that, do you?”

“Is that the best you can do to entice me?” she smiled, not crossing the line, but putting a toe on it.

“No. No, I’m… I’m insulted. Of course, I could do better, but it’s best to start small. You’re challenging me on my first at-bat?”

“Well, I demand excellence,” she smiled.

“Oh, well, then I should probably be going. It was nice seeing you, Case…” he jovially turned to walk away.

“Oh, stop it, you!” She said, grabbing his arm, “I’m teasing.”

His brows shot up, “So you don’t demand excellence then? Fine, then I’ll slide a stool up. We may get along great after all.”

They chatted as the next couple of innings continued on the set behind them. The conversation was light, and the banter came easy…

“You’re from DC? I’m from Philly.”

“That’s a shame. DC is better.”

“Wha.. what?! What are you even known for? I mean, outside of corruption? We have the cheesesteak, pretzels… you?”

“You’ve obviously never heard of Ben’s Chili Bowl, now have you?”

“No.”

“Heathen.”

“What?”

“Now it’s clear why we met. I am here to enlighten you.”

“Oh, I think not….”

They turned back to the TV. The Sox were just one out away from the win.

“You’ve been in Boston about a year now? Have you been to Fenway?”

“No, but I’ve been to Polar Park.”

“In Worcester?”

“Yes.”

“That’s an hour away. How have you been there and not Fenway?”

“Because I’m an intern, and Tripple-A is a lot cheaper than MLB.”

“Oh… wait!” He tapped her shoulder, “Look, final out!”

The entire bar’s eyes were glued on the television as the Boston pitcher struck out the final Yankee at-bat, and the bar broke out into celebration.

“That’s some game!”

“Sure was!” Bobby said from behind the bar, “And tomorrow’s the rubber game in the series. This place is gonna be packed!”

“I’ll bet,” He answered.

Casey bit her lip nervously. “Will you be watching here?” she asked.

“Me? No. No, I won’t.”

“Oh. OK,” she said with a dejected voice.

“I won’t be here because I will be at Fenway for the game.”

“Really? Damn, I can’t wait until I’m an attending,” she said, rolling her eyes.

“Well, if you want to wait that long, you could. Or… I have an extra ticket… Would you like to go with me?”

“Tomorrow?”

“Yes.”

“To the … to the game?”

“Yes…”

“At Fenway…”

“Casey, where was I unclear?”

“You weren’t. You were perfectly clear… but a rubber game against the Yanks at Fenway? IN this town? That’s HUGE. Isn’t that akin to, like, a proposal in some cultures?”

He let out a low chuckle, “Absolutely, but I’ll tell you what. I like you enough to give you the luxury of a trial run. We won’t contact your Dad about a dowry or anything until the game is over.”

“And only if the Yankees lose.”

“Of course, otherwise, it would be considered a bad omen. In fact, if that happens, the prophecies say we should never see each other again.”

“Well, that would suck. Maybe I should decline.”

“Oh, for crying out loud!”

Casey and … what was his name… turned to Bobby, exasperated behind the bar.

“I’m sorry you two, this whole little thing, it’s adorable. But my wife and I, Boston born and raised ane we’ve never been to a game that big together in our 20-years. How ‘bout this? You give us the tickets, you two go make out on a bench at Boston Common, and no prophecies get involved. Everybody wins.”

Their eyes locked as their heads turned toward each other.

TOBIAS! She thought. Oh, thank God, that’s it, Tobias!

“What do you say?” he whispered.

“I’m game.”

He took out his wallet and procured two tickets, tossing them on the bar at a stunned Bobby.

“There you go. The game is at 7:30.”

“You can’t be… you can’t be serious this is… this is too much….”

“You guys go and enjoy yourself,” Tobias winked, “and as to you, young lady, where shall I pick you up.”

She wrote her address on the back of a napkin and handed it to him.

“Here, pick me up here at 7:30. But, Tobias, are you sure? I mean, you just gave away pretty sweet tickets.”

Looking down at her address, he folded the napkin and put it in his pocket.

“Nah, your address and phone number in my pocket?” He looked up at Bobby, “Sorry, man, but I’ve got the sweetest ticket in town after all.”

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i’m bad too 06 (m) || kdy & reader

title: i’m bad too - drabble series pairing: kim doyoung x reader genre: angst, fluff, smut, goodboy!doyoung, nerdy!dy (basically he’s a dork) & badgirl!reader, hitman!au, oc-isn’t-a-hitman-but-she-could-be!au, there’s just a lot of unspoken things happening here lol word count: 1.7k warnings: blowjob/handjob (lucky doyoung), sexual usage of ‘oppa’ lol don’t judge a/n: still tryna learn the correct jargon for warnings but this is a drabble so.... very minimal stuff here lmfao

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Doyoung makes you watch an obscene amount of superhero movies. For clarification: Marvel-Cinematic-Universe-kind-of-movies. However, you barely complain. If it means more time with him, you’d even watch Sesame Street just to be in his arms. 

He doesn’t like to watch those movies where there’s a way deeper message hidden behind the plot. He lives for the action, sprinkle of comedy, and occasional love interest. But not a ton. Too much romance might set unrealistic expectations, according to him. 

Albeit you sort of think he still has a vastly different depiction of love in comparison to you.

For one, in this alternate universe where there’s villains and superheroes, you, without a doubt, are a villain. You’ve tried explaining to him that you fit the stereotype—the whole leather attire plus motorcycle really takes the cake, but he doesn’t even know what you’re up to half the time. In fact, almost every single event you’ve performed a task, you’d show up at his front doorstep, hands remaining dirty from a mission for the Boss, and he’d welcome you with open arms with no idea. 

Doyoung doesn’t even have an ounce of a clue what you do.

He’s such a nice guy. Girls practically eat that shit up when they meet him, often overlooking the fact that he holds so many great boyfriend qualities. When you’re sore from “work,” (he questions what you do all the time but you just shrug nonchalantly) he’d always slip off your socks, massage the soles of your feet and finish off the rest of your body with no resistance. He doesn’t expect anything in return—not even sex. Doyoung just gives and gives, nearly never taking.

On one side, you’re glad that most women don’t recognize how perfect of a significant other he is. It gives you time to figure yourself out; how do you become good enough for Kim Doyoung? You’ve already dropped smoking. You’ve been putting more effort in your studies, granted he is your tutor. And you’ve spent the majority of your free time with him. If you ever needed to review material, you’d do it with him, just to show how much you’re trying. 

Even if there isn’t a label for the two of you.

You’re friends—but you’re definitely more than just friends. You fuck, but you’re not just fuck buddies either. You’re exclusive but you’re not straightforwardly dating. Doyoung doesn’t hide the fact that he wants you to officially be his girlfriend, although he never forces the idea upon you. He’s content with the circumstances he’s under even though he hopes to have you be his and his only. Nonetheless, it’s under your terms and he never forgets to remind you that. 

Honestly, you thought that you might be okay with this. That is, until a pretty gal with shiny black hair, toned body, and gentle voice named Joy came into the picture.

Joy is a given nickname. Her actual birth name is Park Sooyoung, a name as beautiful as the beholder, but people had gotten into the habit of calling her Joy, since… well, she’s such a joy to be around. She’s part of the school’s cheerleading squad, called the ‘Red Velvet Queens,’ plus extremely involved with other extracurriculars, including the competitive tennis team that Doyoung is on. There’s a lot of bitches on the squad, especially with the encounters you’ve had with them, but Joy isn’t one of them. She’s an angel. She’s the woman version of Doyoung. 

Doyoung likes to wait outside in the parking lot, right in the unspoken designated spot where you leave your bike. You’ve offered him a ride to school since he often stands idly, except he politely declines, and you speculate that it’s from fear. He remains cute in your eyes despite being a bit of a wuss.

Today, however, he’s not alone. It’s a daily routine that the view of Doyoung leaves you breathless, heart pumping like you’ve gone running, but today is different. Your blood is boiling, smoke whistling out your ears like a kettle on a stove from the heat that lingers around your neck region. Joy stands beside him, the widest grin smacked across her cheeks, lips stained as red as her cheerleading uniform. You wobble on your bike into the parking spot, shutting off the engine before kicking out the stand, pulling the helmet off your head while obnoxiously chewing on a piece of gum in your mouth. 

Joy’s gaze meets yours.

She’s sweet, and none of this is her fault. But you kind of hate her presence right now, just because she’s got all of Doyoung’s attention. 

Spitting out the gum on the asphalt, you shuffle through your pockets for a toothpick. This stupid toothpick that you’re stuck with because you quit smoking cigarettes for that charming boy. Popping the wooden stick in your mouth, you rake your fingers through your greasy hair, slinging the backpack over your shoulders before walking past Doyoung. 

“Sorry, Joy, I’ll catch up with you later,” You hear faintly before his heavy footsteps are rushed, catching up with yours. “Hey-Hey! Where are you going? We’re supposed to meet here. Why didn’t you wait for me?”

You shrug. He’s not happy with that response.

Hand grasping on your shoulder, he halts you in your steps to turn you to face him. As much as you hate to admit it, but you feel this green-eyed monster gnawing on your insides and you’re not a fan of it. “What’s wrong? What did I do? Talk to me.”

“Nothing. I’m busy. You still wanna tutor me later or are you busy making plans with Joy?” You snarl, munching on the pick. Doyoung’s eyes lighten up; he knows the problem now. “Are you jealous?”

“That word isn’t in my dictionary.” It’s a blunt reply, and your unfazed stare is there to support it. “Why would I be jealous of a nice girl like Joy who wants to get with a good boy like you?”

Doyoung likes you, no matter how hard you try to push him away. Your dilemma before was that you always thought a guy like him, so generous, so kind, could never love someone with a charred heart like yours. And yet, here you are, evidently jealous of a girl practically his equal when he’s done nothing but proven to you that you’re the only one he sees.

You want more, and the longer you continue to deny and swallow these feelings, you’re even more desperate to be held by him. In the midst of a tutoring session, you’ve managed to unbutton his cute sky blue dress shirt, unzip his trousers and suddenly his dick is in your mouth.

“We’re supposed to review l-limits,” He stutters over a moan, fingers reaching to comb back your hair. “S-So I told her I couldn’t hang out with her today.”

“Mm,” You hum against the tip, tongue gliding down his shaft. “I heard you the first time.” His thighs tighten when your mouth envelopes down his dick to the base with his head thrown back in the chair of your bedroom. He’s glad that he noticed you take initiative to lock the door today since you often don’t, and the possibility of one of the staff members entering in while sucking on him is kinky but he’s still scared of your brother. 

Doyoung lets out a soft gasp when your tongue swipes over his slit where a pearly bead of precum sits. “S-Shouldn’t we— oh fuck—be reviewing materi—ohh?” He sighs; your hands are everywhere; it’s hard for him to focus on anything when you’re gazing up at him through your pretty long lashes with tinged pink cheeks from his cock hitting the back of your throat. He melts under your touch when you graze over his thighs, claiming the territory that he’s succumbed to you willingly. You kiss the head of his cock and he bucks into it. “We’re reviewing a different kind of material. Have you ever been sucked off by a girl before?”

He shakes his head ‘no’, looking down at you with hooded eyes. With his arousal still in your grip, it twitches, yearning for your attention. You hate to admit it, but you’ve obviously tainted his ‘good boy’ persona with him in your bedroom like this, but Doyoung doesn’t think that. Disheveled hair, mouth gaped open, and sweaty forehead is a view of him you engrain in your memory. 

Doyoung is a good boy, but he has a body of a bad boy. There’s no way that tennis is the reason behind those washboard abs, toned thighs, and built arms. He’s not as muscular in comparison to Johnny, nor his friend Lucas, but Doyoung is gorgeous like this, perfect in your eyes. 

That’s why when you moan around his girth and he sputters, you think he’s got a halo over his head. He’s so pretty, so gorgeous, and you want to see him in all types of forms. Your hand wraps at the base of his dick, mouth wrapping around the red and angry tip, it’s glistening with your saliva as you start pumping him at a pace that leaves his jaw slack, groans bouncing off your bedroom walls. 

“Baby,” He calls out the term of endearment raspily, heart racing and abs tightening. A familiar feeling stirs in his stomach, and he knows he’s about to combust. “I’m about to cum, I need a tissue, I—”

“Cum in my mouth, oppa,” You whisper, quickening your movements but calling him “oppa” is what snaps within him, ropes of cum shooting down your throat along with a string of curses and a breathy moan escapes from his lovely lips. 

“So,” Doyoung begins, fiddling with his fingers anxiously across the lunch table from you. “You called me ‘oppa’ the other day. That was uh… new. You’ve never called me that before.”

Tying your hair up in a bun with a bobby pin between your teeth, his cheeks flush pink at the thought of you giving him a blowjob in your bedroom the other day, his fingers streaking through those luscious locks, and him cuming in your mouth. Popping out the pin, you slide in to push back a short piece of hair. “Yeah, well, there was a reason for it. You know why.”

Doyoung blinks blankly, utterly confused. “I… don’t. W-Why’d you call me oppa?”

“So you wouldn’t get nervous and just let me swallow.”

[prorevenge]

[Long] How we destroyed our teacher and principal:

Apologies in advance if some details are blurry as this happened almost 14 years ago. Also, this is going to be a long one, so bare with me, I swear the result is worth it, at least it is to me.

The beginning: It all started when I (M25) was 12 years old. My grade 7 teacher (M46 at the time) was infamous for being intimidating and, in my opinion, abusive to his students. He was the disciplinarian of the school. He was in charge of keeping track of detentions and announcing who will be sitting every Friday during assembly.

We suspected at that time that the reason why he never got fired was either because his students were too scared to report him, or because of the fact that the principal was his brother-in-law.

Reasons why I hated him: He was constantly making vaguely racist remarks, complaining about the "New South Africa" and constantly bringing up how his life was better during the Apartheid regime (He's a white guy who was raised on a farm).

I always felt like he had an issue with me as a person because I'm a practising Muslim. He would make the class laugh at how "funny" Muslim women looked with their heads "wrapped up". His jokes about Muslims missing out on eating bacon were endless, in fact, he one day purposely stood in front of my desk eating a cheese and bacon panini.

He used to often rant about how the school is no longer a "pure Christian institution as it once was back in the day". He would say these things and glance at either me, my twin sister, or the black students in the class who practiced their own African religions.

When it was his birthday, my mom encouraged me to buy him a gift. I spent of my pocket money, which was already limited (my parents didn't believe in allowances) to buy him a big slab of chocolate and a long piece of Droëwors (dried sausage). Throughout the day, he would get gifts from students in his class and others.

He would get up from his desk to greet and thank them, and then shake their hand. I remember noticing this because I always found it weird when students shook hands with teachers because of how small our hands were compared to theirs.

However, when I gave him my gift, all he did was look at me for like a second, look away and nod his head slightly. I remember being thankful for not offering my hand out for him to shake because I thought he might have ignored it in front of the entire class. To say I felt like shit is an understatement.

The experience that made me hate him the most happened just before we wrote 2nd or 3rd term exams. I was walking with my friend David (fake name) back from the tuck shop during interval. We took a shortcut between the English and Afrikaans kindergarten classes and saw a group of boys huddled together.

One of them walked towards us and I saw that he had one of those camping multi-tools with the folding knife out, and instantly got a fright. He told us "Give me your stuff before I cut your neck" and then started laughing and walked back to his friends. It was clearly a joke but David looked close to tears and I had a very bad fright because of what he done. I told the guy (Fake name Xander) that he's not allowed to have knives at school and that I'm going to tell my teacher.

We walked straight to our teacher and when we spoke to him, David burst into tears.

We told him what happened and David was sobbing when he said he felt like he was going to die. Our teacher barely looked up from his computer while we were speaking and when he asked for the guy's name. We told him the name and he said he will deal with it and for us to go out for interval again.

I went home and told my mom who I felt didn't fully believe me at the time.

The next day we saw Xander were basically making fun of him for getting into trouble with our teacher and likely getting expelled at worst, or sitting a Saturday detention at best. He laughed back at us and said our teacher just came to his class, asked to speak to him and told him to never bring it to school again. No detention. No suspension. Basically nothing. He still had the knife on him for the rest of the day before.

We were so upset we went back to our teacher and I told him that Xander said that he didn't get into trouble for having the knife. He gave me the ugliest look as if I was bothering him, and coldly said to me that maybe I should fix my late-coming problem before I try to get other people in trouble.

I would come late 4 or 5 times a month because my mom's car's battery terminals were broken so the battery would run flat and she couldn't afford to have it fixed. She had to put the neighbour's battery in her car, start it, and then idle it while she took that battery out and put her own battery back in to charge up. My mom taught me the value of always having a number 10 spanner in your car lol.

I felt betrayed by my teacher. The person who was supposed to make us feel safe while we were away from home.

When I spoke to my friends about it, they told me that Xander was actually the principal's son, meaning he was my teacher's nephew. I decided to take the opportunity to speak to my friends about getting evidence that our teacher is treating students unfairly.

3 of my 4 close friends had camera phones. I sat in the far left corner, my one friend sat in the opposite corner by the door, our other friend sat in the middle, and the last friend was right at the back of the class by the window on the left. One thing about our teacher: he did not give a fuck about where we sat as long as we answered him when he done roll call and didn't bother anyone when we swapped seats.

We came to an agreement that whenever our teacher would sound like we was going to say something vaguely racist or islamophobic, we would all discreetly take videos of him.

Any private conversation we had with him was voice recorded on our phones. We caught him on camera telling a really racist joke about black people, and saying that Hindus must have a lot of problems since they have so many Gods. We caught him saying a lot of bad things, but a lot slipped through our fingers because we weren't fast enough.

It was extremely difficult to keep our friend group motivated to record him and not tell anyone else about it. It was especially difficult because at the time I had a hand-me-down Samsung D900 which was seen as an expensive phone at the time.

My mom prohibited me from taking it to school. She instead bought a cheap R79 ($5) phone for us that could only make calls and send SMS's. This was in case she needed to reach us in an emergency. I got caught several times sneaking my camera phone to school. My biggest mess up at school was when my mom phoned me on my Samsung and I answered it. Big oof but I was a dumbass.

After I think a month we decided that we couldn’t let it go any further.. One of our friends was a black guy named Tatenda (fake name). Tatenda was a problem child. His mom died when he was four and his dad was an alcoholic. He was raised mostly by his uncle who up until today I think was a pimp. He used to act out at school because of undiagnosed ADHD, his dad and uncle didn't believe in learning disabilities and always assumed he was just lazy and badly behaved.

Tatenda especially got onto our teachers nerves because not only was he black, but because he would bring broken calculators from home and take them apart during class. One day our teacher told him to clear his desk and throw away the bits of plastic and calculator shit. He ignored the teacher. The teacher then started screaming at him, and Tatenda done the only logical thing an 12/13 year old would do in such a situation: he mockingly put two pencils into his ears.

Our teacher lost his shit, grabbed Tatenda and threw him against the door. The narrow window pane cracked and Tatenda's head was bleeding. He told us he was fine during interval afterwards and we put money together to buy him a Sprite. I almost cried when my friend who sat way behind me said he got the whole thing on camera. We didn't even trust that the whole class' testimony would get him into trouble. We decided that enough was enough.

The revenge: First we showed the video to Tatenda's uncle, who showed it to his father. Then I showed my mom all the other videos and recordings.

She. Lost. Her. Mind.

One of my friends sent all of it to his older sister who had a Facebook account and she posted it there and tagged the school and as many parents as she knew. It blew up. Parents and people from around the province phoned the school demanding answers as to what is going to happen to our teacher. He was immediately suspended.

There were rumours circulating that he had to go into hiding because Tatenda's uncle and his friends were looking to kill him. I even met Tatenda's dad for the first time in the weeks after the whole thing exploded. He liked to joke that his dad sobered up especially for this lol.

The principal pulled Xander out of the school. We never saw him again. My mom told me an investigation was launched against the school because of the improper handling of bullying complaints. If I remember correctly, 3 English kids in my class alone spoke out against teachers dismissing their complaints of bullying by the Afrikaans kids. We were a mostly white, Afrikaans speaking school with 3 Afrikaans classes but only 1 English class per grade.

They called us"souties" which was short for "soutpiel" which literally tranlates as "salty dick". It's a derogatory term for English speaking, white South Africans. It means your one leg in is South Africa, your other leg is in England, so your dick is hanging in the ocean.

We only saw our teacher once after he was suspended. He looked badly beaten up, and was accompanied by a policeman and two other male teachers so he could gather the rest of his stuff from his class.

But it didn't end there.

Because so many kids needed the evidence that they were being bullied and nothing was done because of it, the CCTV footage was brought up. My friend's mother who was part of the school governing body that time, told us a few years ago that when they reviewed the footage, it became apparent that the principal was having an affair with one of the grade 2 teachers.

He could be seen grabbing her ass at the furthest point away from the camera. They slipped up a few times and kissed in clear view of the camera, but I guess once you're surrounded by the cameras everyday at work, you forget that they're there. It was very apparent that sometimes they thought they couldn't be seen.

My mom's friend's sister (basically my aunt) sells Tupperware and one of her regular customers and close friend's is the principal's ex wife. Not only did she leave him, but they were not married in community of property due to a prenup agreement. The house they lived in was in her name since before marriage, so she effectively made him homeless because none of his family wanted to take him in.

He ran into severe debt from staying in guesthouses and burned many bridges from overstaying his welcome at friends. As for my teacher, his reputation was destination fucked. He served jail time, don't know how long, and eventually left the country because it seemed everyone knew his face from the media attention he received.

The reason why I made this post: I was never going to tell this story on Reddit as I've told it over and over through the years since primary school. But I felt I had to because of what I experienced at the beginning of this year.

My family is part of a non profit organisation that has feeding schemes all over the country. The last Friday feed of February I'm standing security as I usually do since we're few volunteers and there's many homeless people and most are on drugs and can get violent.

I'm walking down the line to make sure there are no fights or anything that could start a riot, and I see a familiar face. My old principal is standing in the line, waiting for a bowl of stew and bread, with absolutely no idea who's standing beside him. Obviously he wouldn't have recognised me, but I never forgot his face. I'm not gonna lie, I cried quite a bit behind my sunglasses. Seeing him brought back the feelings I had when I was 12 years old in 7th grade, trying absolutely every excuse in the book to not have to go to school and be bullied by my teacher.

So yeah, for those of you who are still reading, this is the end of how my friends and I destroyed the lives of my teacher and principal.

If you got this far and are feeling depressed, worthless, or less than your peers, I love you. I appreciate you, and you, are seriously fucking awesome. Bye Bye..

(source) story by (/u/Mobi_Wan_Kenobi786)

[sweetpeaownsmyheart]

Just a Couple of Notes (Sweet Pea x Reader)

Hello friends! Sorry for the inactivity, I've had a lot going on and have been dealing with mental health but I haven’t forgotten you! I was so happy to come on today and find that someone has messaged me a request, my first one yay - so I should get that out soon! This is a lil idea I had late one night, I didn’t really know I was going with it but wanted to get something out and actually kinda like it!! (just a warning bc the plot is a bit naff lol) Love you all sm - stay safe and healthy xxx <3

Word Count - 2300

Warnings - umm not that I can think of! An odd plot maybe? Too fluffy? Very OOC Pea?

Summary - you write notes to SP when you start work at Pops, it’s not long before he responds. But then there’s a bump in the road!!

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You're move to Riverdale was a quick decision made by your parents in Autumn when a new job opportunity arose. Within a week you were packed up and moving to the town leaving behind your friends, other family members and the quiet life you had gotten used to.

Riverdale was an odd place to you. You were used to the comforts and quirks of your hometown and for that reason your attention felt drawn to the awkwardness and divide and, what seemed to be lurking beneath the surface in your new neighbourhood.

It was about a week after your move that you had noticed the 'help wanted' sign in the window of Pops and were pushed to apply by Jughead who you had met the first night you had come to town. Besides Jug, you kept yourself to yourself, limiting your interactions to with your family and customers. Of course, it wasn't for others lack of trying, often Betty or one of Jughead's other friends would talk to you.  However, you knew that when you were old enough, you would move back to your hometown so didn't want to create too many ties.

That all changed when Sweet Pea started frequenting the diner.

He had come in asking for Jughead before noticing him in the corner and hurrying over. The way he sat with his shoulders hunched over and stony expression was intriguing to you, but you were quick to learn that he was as much of a 'mystery' as you were.

He always wore black in some way, had dog-tags round his neck that you longed to wrap your hand around and a curl on his forehead that you wanted to push back into place. If it wasn't for the few times that you saw him with Fangs and Toni, you would have thought him incapable of feeling joy but the way his face broke into a smile and his laugh carried across the diner was enough to make anyone's heart beat faster.

You were smitten with a boy you didn't know, the boy who was pegged as 'trouble' by Jughead when you asked about him.

Soon your want to know him overtook your want to keep to your solitude and that was when the notes started - that way you could still keep him at a distance.

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It was around 8pm on a Sunday that the first instance happened as Sweet Pea came to pay for his groups dinner. You had heard him complaining earlier that evening about how his English teacher was going to fail him if he didn't pass his next test with flying colours and you had subsequently spent your break writing out quotes from the book Jug had mentioned they were studying and exam tips you had found on google.

You passed the napkin to him along with his receipt and quickly left to serve another group (and avoid any embarrassment) missing the look on confusion on his face.

As you finished serving the table you turned back around you met his gaze as he reached the door. He threw you a quick wink and walked out leaving you standing with your heart racing and head spinning.

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For you it became common place after that day. Whenever Pea visited the diner, he left with a little note on a napkin that you wrote on your break. The notes ranged from help with school when you had overheard he was struggling to random facts you found or occasionally a cheesy pick up line. If you plucked up the courage to look, you often saw him smiling down at the notes when he thought no one was looking which made it worth it. You didn't expect a response, but it was something fun to do, and although the thought crossed your mind that maybe he it was making him feel awkward, he hadn't told you to stop so you continued.

He didn't respond, until one day he did.

You had just closed up for the night and were cleaning the tables when you noticed a napkin on the table where he had been sitting. You had given him a list of songs to listen to that day, slipped it onto the table as they paid and you hadn't seen anything then so were wondering if Sweet Pea had thought it odd and left the note but as you approached you saw the writing was not as light as yours. It had more of a scrawl to it.

'Don't walk home over the bridge today - Sweet Pea

PS. I like (your favourite band) and I like getting these notes :)'

And that's how your interactions were from that point onwards, he gave you a warning or a place to stay away from and sometimes something personal about him and you gave him a fact or compliment or anything you could think of. It wasn't much but it suited you both and you had had a few conversations with Toni and Fangs about how much he liked you and now a bigger part of you wanted to stay.

That was until Josie came along.

You had met Josie before, a couple of times, but your conversations were always limited to taking her order and the general waitressing 'stuff'. She seemed nice enough, but you hadn't seen her with a serpent before and since you were home schooling you didn't even know she knew them (besides Jug).

She sat with Pea for hours. Just the two of them. They spoke in whispers and you often caught at least one of them sending you quick glances. You did not want to infringe on them so let one of the other waitresses serve them both ignoring her questions on why there was a sudden change.

You thought back to all the longing looks, all the flirting both in notes and over your waitressing and of the fact it all was or at least seemed reciprocated.

That was the first time since you had first served him that he left without a note.

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He didn't come in again for another week or so. Everything was getting on top of you and your plan to move back 'home' was once again in your mind despite weeks of not speaking to your 'friends' or thinking of your life before Riverdale.

You felt odd. You knew that you had no ties to this place besides Jug but one part of you thought your plans to move away were based on the actions of Sweet Pea rather than your lack of connections.

You knew that you had no real relationship with the boy, it was only notes passed back and forth. You couldn't claim to know him or be his friend as you hadn't exactly spoken much but one part of you felt drawn to him and hurt that he didn't feel that too - he would rather step out with Josie.

If looks could kill, in that moment, both Sweet Pea and Jughead would be dead from each other’s stares. Jug was your confidant on all Sweet Pea matters. He had listened to you gush about how adorable Sweets was and in the last week had listened to your complaints. He knew that the actions of Sweet Pea may drive you to leave and he desperately did not want you to leave.

So here in the diner at 11pm, glares were thrown towards Pea by Jug who was sat with you whilst you were on your break. And glares were thrown right back in his (or your?) direction by Sweet Pea who had settled in a booth by himself.

You were the only one working that night so knew that you would have to serve him eventually so as your break ended, and Jug left the diner you walked over to him.

'what can I get you?' you said breaking the unsettling silence.

'Just the usual please.'

'And what would that be?' You knew his order. Of course you did. But part of you felt spiteful and hurt and you wanted him to feel that too. But you regretted it immediately when he turned to you with a look of sadness on his face.

'Come on Y/N. You know my order. I've only not been in for a week.' Maybe he was trying to joke to get rid of the tension.

'Yeh maybe I do and maybe in the week you've been MIA, you've forgotten that we don't serve food after 11. So, I'll ask again, what can I get you?'

'Just a chocolate shake please.'

You walked off to make the drink but were pulled back by a strong hand and a falsely strong voice. 'When were you going to mention in one of you notes that you're dating Jughead Jones?'

You scoff. 'When were you going to mention you're dating Josie McCoy?' You pulled your arm out of his grip. And turned to look at him. He looked confused. 'Yanno Sweet Pea, you were here last week with her? Has your memory gone?'

'I'm not dating her.' He splutters out.

'You know what Sweet Pea; I don't care who you're dating or not dating. It was only a couple of notes between us. So, I'll just go make your shake and you can sit here if you want or leave if you would prefer. And when you come back next week I won't be here.' You leave to make his shake but when you come back, he is not there, but a napkin is in his place.

'Sorry - SP'

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A couple of days later you were packing all your bags in the back of a rented pickup truck, ready to take a long road trip back to your hometown with Jughead. When he arrived, you said goodbye to your family and jumped in the passenger’s seat, Jug had agreed to take the first shift.

You made light conversation and sung along to the radio for about 20 minutes before you noticed that Jug was taking a wrong turning.

'You're going the wrong way.'

'Y/N, please don't hate me. He made me do this.'

'Okay Jug, what's going on, you're scaring me.'

'You know you said that Josie and Sweet Pea had been in Pops? Well, it's not what it seems. Just listen to him yeh?'

'Jughead Jones where am I?' He guided you out of the truck and led you down a path into what appeared to be a small forest. 'you better not be murdering me Jones.' You joked. 'I was going to road trip with you and all.' He rolled his eyes and remained silent.

He had led you to a clearing, told you to wait there and then ran off.

'Jones.' you shouted. 'Jones, come back here. Stop messing this isn't funny.'

'Did you know that the inventor of the frisbee was cremated and turned into a frisbee when he died.'

You jumped and turned around, shocked at the new voice in the quiet forest. 'Sweet Pea? What are you doing here?'

'Did you know that 12 bodies were found in Benjamin Franklin’s basement? You wrote that when i was studying for History.' You looked down and saw in his hands a pile of papers. Napkins.

'Here's one of my favourites - Do you know how much a polar bear weighs? Enough to break the ice. I'm Y/N. That was one of the first notes you gave me, remember?' You nod. 'Well thing is, it was never 'only a couple of notes' to me. I really like you, or I think I like you from what you've said about yourself in the notes. Just tell me now, did I read it wrong? I know you're leaving, I just wanted you to know.' His voice remained strong throughout, but his eyes did not hold the same confidence.

'What about Josie?'

'What about Jughead?' he retorts but quickly breaks into a smile and shows he was joking. 'Me and Josie aren't a thing. We used to be. I really liked her, but she didn't like me and then last week she came and told me that she suddenly did. But I told her I have a thing for this amazing girl who knows too many pickup lines and facts about dinosaurs.'

'really?'

He cleared his throat and looked down at a piece of paper he pulled out of his pocket. 'do you have a band aid?' you look at him confused. 'because i scraped my knee falling for you.'

You break out in a smile and walk closer to him, reaching out to his hands and then running yours up his arms and resting them on his shoulders 'Maybe let's leave the pickup lines to me. What google search found you that one?'

He pulled you closer and wrapped his other hand around your waist. 'I searched -how to get the pretty, witty, lovely waitress to fall for me-.' You giggled and brought your hand to rest on his cheek. You saw pure adoration in his eyes and hoped he saw the same in yours. You lent in and gently placed your lips on his in a quick and innocent kiss. When you pulled back and opened your eyes, he was smiling the brightest smile.

A question came into your mind as you noticed all the napkins strewn across the floor, you looked up with him through your lashes with your head tilted and asked. 'Did you really keep all my notes?'

'Like I said Princess, they are more than just notes to me.'

You felt complete and knew that in a couple of hours you would be unloading all your stuff again back in Riverdale because there really was something to stay for.

[kumoriyami-xiuzhen]

Hakuouki Yuugiroku 3 Short Episode “Very Similar”

This translation is from the 3rd Yuugiroku game “Hakuoki Yuugiroku - Taishitachi no Daienkai,” and I will not be referring to it as such since it’s too much of a hassle to copy/paste/look up the title every time plus I reserve the right to be lazy since I don’t see anyone else translating anything from this game! xD lol... as such, this why I will only be tagging this under ‘Yuugiroku 3.’

ANYWAY.

when i was taking a break from filling up my queue with ssl stuff, i ended up translating this for some reason. lol. should probably have done something from kyoka-roku since there’s still that rain scenario stuff and the other char povs to do, but since i have translations for about 95% of this game (not counting yuugiroku 1 [have a patched psp iso file but I don’t care to learn how to extract text from it as i’m lazy] and 2 [have various tl for this... very unorganized plus some of it is incomplete] which are bundled onto this vita game), i figured that it didn’t matter if i got a tiny head-start. The only thing I can’t translate/have no translations for from this game is the section that has no text where the guys comment on various drinks or something (can’t remember what they are aside from sake cuz i distinctly remember Saito saying something about sake and tofu lol), and the misc dialogue that occurs when you select something in the menu or during the mini-games.

In regards to this content, I think this was in what was referred to as the “Appreciation section” [not sure+too lazy to check jp mtl], though the translation of the text on the right on the first image below the cut is ‘episode’ in Chinese so I will be labelling this as such... There are a total of 9 in these in the game.

all images used in this post are my screenshots aside from the game box art (this is the limited ed bonus version). do not repost elsewhere.

enjoy~

Hakuouki Yuugiroku Taishitachi no Daienkai - Episode “Very Similar” 

Translation by KumoriYami

Characters [text on bottom left]: Hijikata, Okita, Sakamoto 

Hijikata: Ah, I'm back.

Sakamoto: Yo Hijikata, I've come to visit.

Hijikata: ...! You are Sakamoto! What are you doing here!

Souji: We were just talking about HIjikata-san.

Hijikata: Me?

Sakamoto: Yeah! You and I were born in the 6th year of Tenpō [天保], really what a coincidence!

Hijikata: What nonsense, weren't there a lot of people born in that year?

Souji: That's not all, Sakamoto-san is also the youngest son of a rich family.

It's no wonder why [these] two [have] faces that looked completely spoiled by everyone and the world around them.

Hijikatta: Are you qualified to tell me that?

I suffered a lot during those days/years [the actual word used is "years" but the phrase used can mean either "in those days", "during that time", and "in those years"].

Sakamoto: That's right, have you tried being a merchant?

If you're capable of doing that, you should go and open and up your own store. [theres no damn pronoun subject in this sentence but based on jp mtl  and context, im assuming he's telling souji off]

Souji: Hijikatasan, you opened a store/ran a store? With his temper? That's not the way to joke [That's not something to joke about/That's a bad joke?].

Hijikata: Shut up! I also didn't think that suitable for me to do.

Sakamoto: After your parents also died early. [Weren't you] raised by your eldest sister who is [now the] closest to you too? Actually, that's another a coincidence!

Souji: Eh, it is like that. I was also left with my elder sister after my parents died early.

Sakamoto: Oh, then you were also brought up by your elder sister!

Souji: I don't remember so who knows.

Sakamoto: You don't remember....... you can't remember your own sister?

Souji: Mah, it's more complicated for me.

Sakamoto: (whispered) Although I don't understand that, it's better to not ask questions.

Hijikatta:  (whispers) Yeah, the exterior of this guy is [already] super troublesome.

Souji: By the way, doesn't Sakamoto-san have a friend who is sick and bedridden?

Sakamotto: Ah you're talking about Takasugi?

That guy is bedridden [literally: 'to fall gravely ill, never to recover' (idiom)] because of tuberculosis.

Hijikata: Tuberculosis.......  it's said to be an incurable disease, [we?] should go and meet him while he's still alive.

Souji: Hm....... There are similarities even in this aspect?

Hijikata: What did you say?

Souji: Nothing, just thinking aloud.

(”art” cg)

Hijikata: That reminds me, this morning you drew on my face while I was asleep!

Souji: I obviously used prepared ink, [so] I don't know how you managed to remove it.

Hijikata: I was desperately worked to get it off! It would have been a disaster if I didn't leave without checking a mirror!

Souji: It would be better to have all the mirrors inside headquarters hidden away next time I draw.

Hijikata: Souji, you.......!

Sakamoto: I don't know if the relationship between you is good or bad.

I've heard that the Shinsengumi rules and ranks are well respected [maintained/adhered to.. i guess?].

But this doesn't look it's harsh to a deranged degree.

Souji: that's right, even though Hijikata-san looks like this, he's a very tolerant person.

(cg 2)

Hijikata: Hmph, it's annoying how you say whatever comes to mind [say whatever you please].

Souji: I'm serious, I truly respect Hijikata-san.

Hijkata: Shut up. If you're going to be making stupid comments, hurry up and leave with Sakamoto. I have documents I need to write!

Sakamoto: What? It wasn't easy for me to come/I finally managed to come [yet] you're so cold and detached.

Souji: Hijikata-san is such a person, but as he says, we should go. Ah by the way Sakamoto-san, are you able to write haiku?

Sakamoto: Oh? I'm only able to write basic phrases at the level of an ordinary person [I can only write basic phrases].

Souji: I have a lovely book of haiku, would you like to take a look?

(oni cg with horns + sound of thunder)

Hijikata: You stole my haiku collection again! I will absolutely not be letting you off today!

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did this in june lol. 

i do like these short stories... not that yuugiroku 3 has any real plot to speak of, though i have no idea when I’ll translate another of these or anything from this game again for that matter since i still got ssl and ginsei no shou to work on.

[fleurlibelle]

PARALIVES Makes me believe that my dreams can come true.

Some of you know that I’m an avid follower of the Paralives Development since pretty much the very beginning. With some pride, 😊 I can say that I was one of the very first who posted and talked about PARALIVES here on my blog after their first entrance within 24hrs. You can read about my David vs. Goliath post here.  Check the other posts I made under this tag #paralives

Last night they dropped a brand-new 30 sec. clip with some ‘light gameplay’.

The Paralives Team is for sure on fire, and you can feel that their passion for a Life-Simulation Game is filled with details, and I bet this game will have deep gameplay. So far, what I’ve seen? EA could never pull it off like this because they do not have the passion our Sims-Community has.

LET’’ S STATE SOME FACTS The devotion with which our community designs unique characters is insane. We build incredible homes like architects and create compelling storylines that are the heart of what makes our Sims community unique globally. We can relate, get inspired, and yes, it can have an influence on your real life even. We have a bunch of talented Simmers with incredible stories worth to be a bestseller. CC Creators worth dying for (just visually, of course, lol) along with so many gifted and talented editors who create insane edits of our beloved pixels. Simmers who increase our pixel-thirst and kill us softly by leaving a deep desire and wish we could do so much more in our Life-Simulation-Game “maybe without the need of mods”????

Sadly the Sims-Franchise did not improve in a way I expected it would be. I’m an avid Simmer since TS2. I played it until last year! I was honestly hoping they would improve by keeping features from previous games and continue to add more and improve but still learn from the mistakes in the past. Sadly the reality did look very much different. TS3 was not designed at that time for Low-End PC’s. Therefore it had issues with loading content, and all the cool features from the past disappeared in TS4. 

TS4 on the other hand, is chic, very easy to use, has the best Build/CAS mode yet. However, unfortunately, it was pretty flat and empty from the very beginning. With the incredible audacity to offer absolutely a marginal gameplay with very flat and repetitive animations, which should encourage us to enjoy the game. What a joke, right? 

For me, TS4 was a bad prank in comparison to my imagination of what it could have been. My high expectations were set very high. As TS4 was launching officially, I absolutely refused to buy it. Up until last year, when they gave away free copies of the base game? Okay, I was like, let's take a look at TS4. I must say I was highly disappointed, as you can imagine. The limitation felt like a massive cut to my imagination, and it was a nightmare. Where are all the cute animations gone from the past? Where are all the cute things we loved about our Sims? I can only enjoy TS4 now because I can rely on our Community and their passion to mod the game to fit our imagination, somewhat due to the given limitations. 

Yes, I have bought one or the other expansion on sale cause I can't comprehend that EA limits my imagination so much. But expects me to reward them by paying the full price. I simply have no sympathy for the flat gameplay with no depth and the lack of any additional value to spend endless hours on it. Not to mention the incomplete sets (furniture, build items, clothes, hair for all ages, and different nations) and tools (color wheel, more build tool like round walls, levels, etc. to create the world I imagine are no exception. This is just what I really expect from a life-simulation game. The missing versatility to create individual characters and styles to my taste. Where is all that?  

My hope faded, and I don’t see a massive change for TS5 either. As much as I love the SIMS, their passion is not our passion for this game. One of the reasons why we demand what we wish to have and they seem not to listen good enough. Maybe Paralives will wake them up. Or might not, but we will see, but that’s set in stone already.

Now, Paralives Isn’t it amazing how a small Team within one year can raise your hopes up sky-rockin’ high with just 30 seconds clips? All the things EA said it’s not possible seems to be no longer valid because Paralives has an answer:

“Well, it is possible with today's technology, right? It’s as if Paralives would say: We listen to what Simmers desire. Our imagination has no limits but yours is might rusty, don’t you think, EA???”

And gosh, I’m gonna say it bluntly. I fuckin’ love their mentality their passion for all the details and extras they add. All the features we have seen so far will be in the base game how insane is that? Seriously they can even demand a higher price like 80 Euros or so, and I would be happily willing to pay because they provide real content and give me tools to create my world and how I want to play it. They do not tell me, well, it’s not possible!  

With the latest clip you will be able to:

place a zipline between point A and point B and let your Paras enjoy it!

jump into a pool from a high place, if your Para is brave enough!

set a house rule, so Paras remove their shoes when entering a house

 use a mysterious and very secret bookcase door 

Take off shoes? How cool is that, please? You have to savor this one: Take off your shoes by entering your home. Jump from your garage or balcony into the pool. The Zip thing? Cool. Just do it. Isn’t it insane?

[turning-dreams-into-chaos]

Rules:

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4. If it’s more than 1.5K (no word limit, go for it), add a keep reading option please so we don’t have pages and pages of pieces

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Characters (Pick ANY character from a fandom):

The 100• Marvel• Harry Potter• Flash• Walking Dead• <- those are examples, choose what ever you’d like!

Prompts (specify which list in ask):

Fluff:

1. “Just hold me close and never let go.”

The One by @with1love1anu (Sirius Black x Reader)

2. “You may be good, but I’m better.” 

@abysshaven (Draco Malfoy x reader)

3. “You know, I’d go through hell for you.” “Really?” “Yeah, or well, really hot weather.”

@abysshaven (Draco Malfoy x reader)

@fridasfantasy (Zuko x Reader)

4. “Well you’re fun.” “And you’re annoying.”

Sirius Black x Reader by @valiantartwritingweasel

Just my Type by @writeseasonally (Fred Weasley x Reader)

5. “You’re drunk.” “I’m not drunk.” “Then what are you?” “…I’m not dead, right?”

@nekoannie-chan (Brock Rumlow x Reader)

Truth under Moonlight by @approved-by-dentists (Sirius Black x Reader)

6. “You’re a lot more interesting in my head.”

Hoax by @seiraswriting (Hermione Granger x Reader)

7. “You just have to trust me.”

Proud of you by @fandomscombine (George Weasley x Reader)

8. “Time flies when you’re a prisoner.”

9. “You’re my home.”

Home by @capsheadquaters (Bellamy Blake x Reader)

10. “Thanks for not killing me.”

@wonderful-writer​ (Sirius Black x Reader)

11. “I’m going to choose to take pride in that.”

Freedom of Innocence by @summer-writes (Draco Malfoy x Reader)

Gone by @moony-writes-stuff​ (George Weasley x Reader)

12. “You’re my second chance.”

@bad268 (Draco Malfoy x Reader)

Second Chances by @shaynawrites23 (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

13. “Take me by the hand and hold me tight.”

If it Hurts by @oingo233 (Daryl Dixon x reader)

14. “I’m proud of us.”

15. “Will you get off me?”

Snowscape by @kalimagik (Fred Weasley x Reader)

16. “I didn’t think it was possible, but I just fell more in love with you.”

@they-write-once-in-a-blue-moon (Remus Lupin x Reader)

I Love you by @theonly1outof-a-billion​​ (Mob!Tom Holland x Reader)

17. “You are everything I dreamed of.”

@the-moon-and-the-book​ (Remus Lupin x Reader)

18. “Here, let me help you.”

@dreamer821 (Sirius Black x Reader)

19. “Can I have a kiss? Please?”

Can I kiss you? by @bad268 (Julian Albert x Reader)

20. “Your hand is so soft.”

Gentle Hands by @johnmurphyisbisexual (John Murphy x Reader)

21. “I’ve been thinking-“ “uh oh.”

A Beautiful Dream by @missmulti (Remus Lupin x Reader)

22. “But you love me anyways.”

@leah-ravenanne (James Potter x Reader)

Secret Admirer by @shaynawrites23 (Sirius Black x Reader)

23. “Want a back rub?”

24. “Can we cuddle?”

Gentle Hands by @johnmurphyisbisexual (John Murphy x Reader)

25. “You realize how insane you sound, right?”

Crazy for You by @writeroutoftime (Sirius Black x Reader)

@wonderful-writer​ (Sirius Black x Reader)

26. “Stop making that face. It’s too cute.”

Proud of you by @fandomscombine (George Weasley x Reader)

27. You are perfect for me.”

Party Revelations by @angelinathebook (Sirius Black x Reader)

28. “You’re so warm.”

Snowscape by @kalimagik (Fred Weasley x Reader)

29. “I love you more every day.”

30. “Where’s my morning kisses?”

31. “Wanna go for a walk?”

Comfort by @iliveiloveiwrite (Sirius Black x reader)

32. “I’m here when you’re ready to talk.”

Comfort by @iliveiloveiwrite (Sirius Black x Reader)

33. “Stop stealing my food.”

34. “Wow, I almost forgot how beautiful you were.”

@hollands-weasley (Fred Weasley x Reader)

35. “There’s an open seat on my lap.”

Party Revelations by @angelinathebook (Sirius Black x Reader)

@stiles-o-dylan24 (Bellamy Blake x Reader)

36. “Please just look at me.”

@horsegirly99 (Remus Lupin x Reader)

37. “I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”

Star Crossed Lovers by @missmulti (James Sirius Potter x Reader)

@horsegirly99 (Remus Lupin x Reader)

38. “Netflix and cuddle?”

39. “I can count to ten.” “You can barely get to 3.”

40. “My best friend is an idiot. Awesome.”

Angst:

1. “Despite everything, I still care about you.”

Blind Love by @hyperion-moonbabe-art3mis (Bellamy Blake x Reader)

2. “I should go…”

Never Leave Me Again by @with1love1anu (George Weasley x Reader)

@they-write-once-in-a-blue-moon (Remus Lupin x Reader)

3. “Joke’s on me, right?”

To Love and Be Used by @the-moon-and-the-book (James Potter x Reader)

4. “Break my heart, I’ll break your face.”

5. “Fuck you and your promises.”

Promises by @masterofthedarkness (Fred Weasley x Reader)

6. “Remember when I asked for your opinion? No? Me neither.”

7. “I’m not worth dying for.”

A Beautiful Dream by @missmulti (Remus Lupin x Reader) 

8. “There’s still good in you.”

All for You by @blisfvll (Draco Malfoy x Reader)

9. “I thought you died.”

Home by @capsheadquaters (Bellamy Blake x Reader)

@screennamealreadyused (Jason Todd x Reader)

10. “Don’t touch me.”

@screennamealreadyused (Jason Todd x Reader)

11. “I’m fine.” *Passes out*

Can I kiss you? by @bad268 (Julian Albert x Reader)

@dreamer821 (Sirius Black x Reader)

12. “I was hoping you’d save us both.”

Never Leave Me Again by @with1love1anu (George Weasley x Reader)

13. “I’m invisible.”

14. “I don’t even know who you are anymore.”

To Love and Be Used by @the-moon-and-the-book (James Potter x Reader)

15. “You’re not you.”

16. “What do you want me to say? That I’m sorry? I’m not.”

@novellaquill (Barry Allen x reader, The originals crossover)

17. “Okay, fuck you.”

18. “You wanna play hero? Be my guest.”

Drama by @obsessedwithrandomthings (Remus Lupin x Reader)

19. “You’re an asshole.”

20. “I hope it was worth it.”

21. “Trust me, it could get a whole lot worse.”

22. “The only mistake I made was you.”

@acciomarauders (Regulus Black x Reader)

23. “Prove to me you’re different, then I’ll believe you.”

@stiles-o-dylan24 (Bellamy Blake x Reader)

24. “No one blames you.” “I do.”

All for you by @blisfvll (Draco Malfoy x Reader)

25. How come you’re still here?”

26. “This is when you stop talking.”

27. “How am I supposed to say goodbye to you?”

@novellaquill (Barry Allen x reader, The originals crossover)

28. “God, just let me fall apart.”

Gone by @moony-writes-stuff​ (George Weasley x Reader)

29. “Just let me die.”

John Murphy x Reader by @johnmurphyisbisexual

Duelled by @teheharrypotter (Sirius Black x Reader)

30. “You got to let go.”

Star Crossed Lovers by @missmulti (James Sirius Potter x Reader)

31. “Why can’t you look at me like you look at her?”

Fool’s Gold by @marauderswhisperer (James Potter x Reader)

32. “You don’t get to die today.”

If it Hurts by @oingo233 (Daryl Dixon x reader)

33. “I’m spiraling and I can’t make it stop.”

John Murphy x Reader by @johnmurphyisbisexual

34. “You’re never too broken to be fixed.”

She’s a Survivor by @eleven-times-lively (Remus Lupin x Reader)

35. “Fun? Is that all I am to you? Fun?”

36. “I would’ve given my life up for you, but now? Now I don’t even know you.”

@shatteredlovesick (Steve Rogers x reader)

37. “I haven’t been the same since you left me.”

Charm-ed by @nekoannie-chan (Steve Rogers x Reader)

38. “You were supposed to protect me.”

39. “You gave me the world, but it wasn’t enough.”

40. “Give me another chance to prove I am still in love with you.”

Smut:

(Sorry I couldn’t find or come up with more smut ones lol)

1. “Ruin me.”

2. “Lose the shirt.”

3. “You know we’re in public, right?”

4. “Be good.” “Or what, you’ll punish me?”

5. “I can’t wait to get you alone tonight.”

6. “Spread your legs for me.”

7. “Remember. You’re mine.”

8. “Stop the lip biting, you’re driving me crazy.”

9. “Tonight, you’re in control.”

10. “I’m not wearing anything under this.”

11. “Try to stay quiet for me. Can you do that?”

Learned your Lesson by @johnmurphyisbisexual (John Murphy x Reader)

12. “Aw, is somebody jealous?”

13. “If you wanna fuck, just say the words.”

14. “I forgot how much I missed seeing you beneath me.” 

@shatteredlovesick (Steve Rogers x Reader)

15. “Oh, fuck you!” “Your place or mine?”

16. “Was the sex really that good?”

17. “Like what you’re seeing?”

18. “On your knees.”

19. “Handcuffs? Sounds fun.”

20. “Touch yourself for me.”

Learned your Lesson by @johnmurphyisbisexual (John Murphy x Reader)

21. “Try not to ruin the sheets, I just cleaned them.”

22. “Why is your dick out?”

23. “Boobies!”

24. “I think the condom broke.”

Oh, baby by @grounderxbellamy (Bellamy Blake x Reader)

25. “Cute underwear.”

[imasimpforstevengrant]

Why do we like this clown so much?

Change the "we" for "I" and you get an usual tag I use whenever I post my content in Tumblr. And it sounds funny at first but whenever you start diving into that phrase, the deeper it becomes. So, I finally have decided to share my thoughts about this strange but wholesome attraction to this deeply flawed character. It's not something I usually do since I don't know how to write down my feelings properly and also in english so please forgive any typos (I'm from Chile so don't be surprised lol).

So...Why do we like this clown so much?

Why was it that a character precisely designed to scare and to disgust the fuck out of us ended up unchaining a series of feelings that shouldn't have taken place in a beginning?

Let's take a look at the background: Joaquin Phoenix was cast as Arthur Fleck/Joker in 2018. The first image of him as the aforementioned character revealed a deeply disturbed man. We knew the plot. A man driven to insanity after a brutal history of abuse, creating concern in people if the upcoming film would inspire real life violence. Incel violence and mass shootings, more specifically.

(the image in question)

As 2019 arrives, the two trailers generated so much hype that media needed to fuel its concern about it. Since it wasn't your typical comic book film, media basically bombed our minds making us believe this film was going to be a total disaster, an excuse to cause harm to others among other nonsense, as if the film would justify everything Arthur would do in the film, eventually. As the release date is closer, the film receives thunderous applause and unanimous praise from critics. At this, fans rejoiced and expressed impatience to watch the film.

October 5th.

People left the theaters amazed, shocked and genuinely moved by the inhuman treatment Arthur received in the film. The fear media tried so desperately to infuse in us with all the incel bullshit and such turned out to awake one of the most positive, best feelings in humans:

E M P A T H Y

The word that so gloriously cleared away any dark thoughts or actions not only proves media was wrong but it turned out to ridicule it in way nobody will forget: Hundreds of people advocating for mental illness, calling out to the kindness that could change a person's bad day and questioning how politicians and rich people are indifferent to social problems proved how much as a society we have changed in comparison with the one shown in the film.

However, since we are on Tumblr, I'll get straight to the point and try to explain why the fuck does this clown has us dying out of love and compassion (and lust).

I. Background.

As nurturing as we women are for a biological matter, we see a man deprived of a good job, is on seven different medications, working like a slave to sustain his ill mother, putting aside his own health and well-being to look for her, struggling to make his dream of being a comedian despite everyone stepping on him, underpaid and treated like a freak for a disorder he did not ask to suffer, which makes it impossible to be indifferent to all the horrible ordeal that eventually will reach the limit of what he can tolerate without going insane. It is impossible to not say or think, at least, that someone (even if it's just one person) should stand for him just as it is impossible not to feel the need to throw ourselves at him to shield him from people who hurt him or simply offer him our shoulder whenever he has had a bad day, specially when he learns he was sexually assaulted by his step father.

This horrid behaviour terrifies newer generations because they get a taste of what being a social outcast was like more than thirty years ago in comparison with today, where there's more acceptance and treatment for mentally ill people like Arthur. We see in him someone who could have been saved with a proper education and emotional support instead of descending into madness as a criminal. Others simply saw themselves being treated like him at some point in their lives and couldn't help but put themselves in his shoes.

II. Personality.

TRUTH BE TOLD:

There's something called "attraction by proximity". It is the explanation to the eventual love you feel whenever someone doesn't catch your eye at first terms of physical attraction but his/her personality does attract you. This happens to be the base of this situation. His shyness, introverted nature, tenderness and innocent desire to make people laugh and put on a happy face awake some kind of tenderness we cannot resist. This combined with the gloomy background increases our understanding (but not justifying) of the bad decisions he'll eventually take during the course of the film. This traces a line of harsh, almost hurtful contrast of the violence he shows later on the film. Once again, it is not justified in any way but it is certainly understandable.

III. Appearance.

Arthur Fleck is unconventionally attractive.

This happens to be a plus for most women. He is out of the male beauty standards (no abs, not too muscly or particularly tall), which makes him even more unique. It is precisely the fact that he's not a model one of the reasons women love him. He could easily be your man next door or your colleague or the guy you always see but never dare to talk for fear to bother him Because it's about proximity. Arthur looks like your common neighbour. He's not meant to be your typical desirable male protagonist at all.

... And yet.

Jesus Christ, he's so fucking hot I can't even---

It's not about how beautiful his green eyes are, his long slender fingers, his hair or his smile only. It's the charm behind it.

Another "magnet point" is the way he dresses. I know he's impoverished and his wardrobe tend to be repetitive but it is so unpretentious, so simple that is hard to not fall for. The modesty of the shirts, ironed trousers reminds us of a mature man deeply withdrawn into himself, love starved and longing to be seen and loved by others, like a war veteran who still fights the most important war: with himself. Is someone who needs to be listened and understood.

AND OF COURSE WHAT'S NOT TO LIKE ABOUT IT?

He's also brought back the old gentleman outfit, white shirts, red/yellow vest, red suit and elegant dancing moves and the retro style of the film boosts this attractiveness.

People keep comparing him with the previous interpretation of Joker (Leto's) whose costume appealed to young women with a tattooed, gangster, mumble rapper crazy-guy wannabe which didn't connect with the audiences (young people in general). This supposedly was to match or even have a sexy, tormented and desirable villain like Marvel's Loki. We all know how that story ended but it's the link for the next point below.

IV. Transformation

This is a particularly strong point considering how much we loved to watch the process of this weak, powerless, forgotten caterpillar into a beautiful and visible butterfly that will gracefully stir its wings for everyone to see its colours.

When Arthur transitions to the Joker, it's so cathartic to see taking revenge on those who wronged him (even when we're not supposed to root for him) like seeing his shyness fading away into a vivid confidence when dancing half naked in the bathroom, or witnessing him making way to make his name known to people in Murray Franklin's Show:

Adding to this newly gained confidence, there's another turn on: the way he walks.

At the beginning, his pace is hunched and limping, displaying his submission to violence, which makes the viewer more satisfied to see his broken yet beautiful soul turning the past pain of his existence into art: he lets music guide his moves as a way to tell the world he's a new man by cutting most of the sick, evil roots that harmed him, that he's invincible, that no one can stop him. Watching this cathartic display of euphoria was the most iconic scene in the film, following his speech at the TV and the inevitable meltdown that caused Murray's death.

Going to further appreciation, even his clown make up is beautiful. Why? Simple. The combination of colours, shapes and the intimidating glare just embellishes even more the character.

The dark blue triangles in his expressive eyes makes the light green colour to highlight, specially in dark backgrounds, giving the impression he's piercing your soul whenever he stares directly at the camera. Same can be said about the red smile and emerald green hair. They boost an already intimidating look.

The cold and warm colours paint a picture of a man full of intense emotions, mirroring it in a simple yet masterful artistic way.

Another interesting point is the way Joker dresses. Usually we had almost every single live adaption of this character in purple coat, hat, etc. But this particular version is not following any comic, which gives more freedom to creativity and once again, out of the standards of what we could have expected.

Red is a colour related to passion, action, love, strength, motivation and excitement. As for yellow, it indicates freshness, happiness and enlightenment and finally, green. Green is renewal, growth and regeneration. Colours that represent a new stage in his life, a mirthful chapter at last. We finally get to see our battered, always humiliated protagonist (or hero) descending into madness, but finally free from his repressed man who held his soul captive like a bird to fly away, to never come back. An insanity that despite being his downfall, turned out to be his ticket to freedom as he walks to the light in Arkham Asylum dancing at the end.

Ladies and gentlemen: behold the film nobody asked... But the film we fucking deserved.

Thank you for coming to my TED talk

❤️💚💛

[chalkstardust]

Fic Recs: Post-Uprising Edition

I meant to do this yesterday since it was the two-year anniversary, but then didn’t get a chance. But since I actually watched Uprising the day after it came out, technically today’s my two-year anniversary of seeing it so it still works lol

There are tons of great fics out there, but here are a few from my bookmarks, if anyone is looking for something to read. As always, please mind the ratings and the tags! 

The Limits of Reason by @kingfindekano (74K, rated T)

“In which Hermann embarks on a quest through Newt's mind, and love is rarely rational.” I think this was either the first, or one of the first, post-Uprising fics that I read, and still remains one of my top faves. It’s so creative, and the writing style is just lovely.

The Only Way Out is Down by @avelera (100K, rated E)

“Hermann and Newt find themselves in a mingled mindscape that seems informed by Dante’s ‘Inferno’” Another epic quest through Newt’s subconscious. Also comes with an excellent soundtrack!

you are my sweetest downfall by @joshuawashinton (5K, rated T)

“In which Newton comes home, and Hermann learns to let his walls down again.” I just re-read this one today, and it is so tender. I honestly don’t think I’ve seen too many post-Uprising fics about how Hermann was affected by everything, and this is a really great insight into how he’s doing.

In A Mirror Dimly by GloriaVictoria (3K, rated T)

“Newton Geiszler can barely recognize himself after it's all over. Thankfully, Hermann remembers.” Another of the first post-Uprising fics I read, about Newt coping (or not) with his new reality. The ending gets me every time.

Pull Me Apart, to Put Us Back Together by @nighthawkms (21K, rated T)

“Hermann takes a desperate gamble to save Newt and fix the past.” This fic features two of my favourite things: angst and time travel. I spent an evening reading this one, and was thinking about it for days afterward.

you can take the future (even if you fail) by @ch3ry1b10ss0m (8K, not rated)

Newt (with Hermann accompanying him) visits his dad and uncle for this first time after he’s free, about a year after the events of Uprising. A sad, but sweet, fic, and the family dynamics are just wonderful.

Shanghaied by @avelera (16K, rated T)

“Years after Newt has recovered from his possession by the Precursors, and years after finally marrying Hermann, the two of them get stuck overnight in Shanghai” This is an excellent post-Uprising fic, and made my heart just ache for Newt, as he finds himself back in the city where he spent ten years under the Precursors’ control. (also A+ title, honestly)

something other than the desperation by @bae-science, @three-black-cats // i have told you where i'm coming from by @bae-science (both 1K, rated T)

“Sometimes, you can't escape fate.” // “And sometimes, that fate is a survival.” These two can be read separately, but I really recommend reading both together. PR Newt meets post-PRU Newt in the Drift. The idea is super interesting, and the result is both heartbreaking and hopeful. This is another one that stayed with me for a long while after.

and, what the hell, I’m going to go ahead and include one of mine lol because I’m honestly pretty happy with how it turned out

someone to stay (8K, rated T) in which, a year into Newt's recovery, he and Hermann adopt a cat. (sequel currently, but slowly, in the works!)