#sup-geek

[connabeth]

The gripe (most recently at least) we now have with the show regarding the deities' depictions being underwhelming is that they could've... easily fixed this, you know? Make it so that, entering the diner, it's not just that something feels off to the mortals (them all rising from their seats as if a fights set to start) but that Ares walks to Percy and speaks to him at first in Ancient Greek, the Greek immediately registering/translating to Percy (that their brains are hardwired for it, the hemitheoi, and he's had lessons on it already with Annabeth, Ares saying, “You know who I am, cousin?”): our little hemitheoi recognizing that 1.) this guy here's speaking GREEK, safe to say something's o f f here cuz Who Does That? (well, besides Greek Americans lmao but that besides the point) and 2.) specified himself as cousin, Percy replying, “Yeah. You're Clarisse's dad. Ares”. (Whether Percy replies in AG or else the conversation continues in English, eh, your choice.)

Also, let all of us pray that this be the year Persassy DIES: for most moments of Percy saying "Screw you." to any 1 of the divinities, it's not that he's being mouthy for the same of it/bcuz he innately has THIS proclivity towards sarcasm in, it's cuz he's honest-to-God, genuinely irritant/angry, see him telling off Dionysos in TTC.

i did also hate that some were portrayed as Some Guy™️ besides Lance Reddick’s portrayal, who’s fury and inclination towards violence and sadism i could tangibly feel. also with ares, the whole point of the guy is that simply being in his vicinity elevates your temper and aggression and i wish we could’ve seen more of the subtle, yet dangerous displays of power the gods have outside of little outbursts. as for percy, i’d say it’s a mix of both things imo that cause percy to make the quips he does. he’s genuinely angry with them and cannot be bothered to care for their apathy, but he also leans on sarcasm in a lot of life or death situation bc that’s just a mechanism he uses. his intention is usually to piss them off or distract them with it, but there’s a few moments where he just doesn’t have the greatest barrier between his thoughts and his mouth

[luuvprincess]

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"Uce I need your help." I tell Trinity over the phone. "What's sup uce?" She asked. It's been a few days since my night with Sierra and we've got close. Yeah we was close before but I'm talking we got closer then before she's definitely gotten more comfortable around me then before.

"I wanna take Sierra out on date but ion know what to do." I tell her.

"Joshua you can cook if you don't make a homemade dinner for that girl tell her to dress nice and send a driver to pick her up." She says. She has a point I could do that.

"You right what should I cook though?" I asked.

"She did tell me her favorite is Baked Mac and cheese so maybe make something with that, decorate a little bit light some candles and get her some flowers. " Trinity says.

"Alright thanks trin I'll text you later let you now everything going." I said. "Later uce good luck." She said before the call came to a end. I opened Sierra messages texting her .

lil mama😻

DaddyJucey💋: hey ma

lil mama😻: hey love what's up

DaddyJucey💋: wyd around 7:30?

lil mama 😻: nun y?

DaddyJucey💋:  ight so I need you get dress nice and be ready by 7 imma send a driver to go come pick you up and pack a bag  you ain't going home tonight.

lil mama 😻: what are you up to Mr Fatu 🤨 👎🏽: DaddyJucey💋

DaddyJucey💋: don't worry about nun of that just do what I say DaddyJucey 💋: and what I tell you about calling me that 🤨 DaddyJucey💋: make me feel old 😒 😂 : lil mama😻

*lil mama 😻 laughed at your message*

lil mama😻: my bad big daddy ♥️: DaddyJucey💋

*DaddyJucey💋 hearted the message*

lil mama 😻: but okay I'll get ready

DaddyJucey💋: I'll see ya sexy ass soon mama

lil mama😻: Later Daddy 😘

After I texted Sierra I put some shoes on went out to the store to get everything I needed for tonight. I arrived at the store I got all the ingredients I needed. I then picked out a bouquet of roses out for her in her favorite color pink I also got her some chocolate.

After I had everything I paid for it all and headed back to the house. I set everything up from the living room kitchen and my room. Sierra

After receiving a surprise text from Joshua, I was geeked as fuck. Excited to see what he had planned for me. I got my happy ass up out of bed and walked into my closet to find something to wear. Imani wasn't home because she fly back out to New York to go visit her family for a little so I had the house to myself.

"We finna get fucked tonight." I chanted to myself as I as i did my little happy dance shaking my ass in mirror. These pass few days since that night have been different Josh and I grew more close to each other. 

Reading the time I seen it was already about to 5 so I contacted my phone to my speaker playing music while I got ready for this date night.

Sierranicole 4mins ago

"Ma'am." The driver says sticking his hand out for me to grab as he helped me out the car. "Thank you." I said with a smile fixing my dress. I walked up to Joshua fronts door. I ringed the doorbell. The door opened just minute after revealing the man himself.

He had on a all black his pants were black and his shirt but he had a white tee under his black button up shirt. With his sliver Cuban chain and matching bracelet.

"Hey mama come in with ya fine ass." He said as he analyzed my outfit looking me up and down head to toe. He stepped aside letting me in.  "Damn mama." He says. I felt a sting on my ass cheek.

"Joshuaa!" I whined rubbing my ass. "My bad baby here these for you." He said handing me a bouquet of pink roses. I gasped smiling big as I took them. "Omg thank you I love them." I said grabbing him by his face pulling him down for a kiss.

"Your welcome babygirl." He said. "Come on now dinner almost done." He said holding my hand as we walked to the dining room. He had the table all set up with candles and roses with our plates wine glasses and utensils out on the table.

"You are too cute Joshua I love all of this seriously." I said.

"I'm glade you do ma, here sit." He said pulling my chair out I sat down and  he pushed my chair in. He opens the bottle of wine and poured our glasses. He then placed a kissed on my cheek before disappearing in the kitchen leaving me alone. I took a video and pictures of everything sending it to Imani and DaKota in our group chat.

Shaderoom ☕️🫧💗

Sierra🫧:

I  think I might be in love with this man y'all  🥲

KoKoBear🧸💗: AWEE BITCH YOU LUCKY ASS HOE HE NEEDA COME GIVE SAINT SOME COOKING LEASONS!!!

Mani Baby💋🫶🏽: He cooks? Mani Baby💋🫶🏽: yea he's a keeper Sierra girl you hit the JACKPOT 📢

I put my phone down as he walked back in the dining room and smelt the food which smelt amazing, He made our plates then sat down himself. "Ohh baby this looks so good." I said.

"Appreciate it mama." He says. We began to eat our food. We talking about little bit of everything. "You even made my favorite how'd you know?" I asked. "Trin told me I asked her to help me come up with this date night for us. I wanted to take you out but she reminded me that I could just cook so I did." He tells me.

"And you did all the decorations yourself?" I asked.

"Yea baby girl took me a little minute but it was all worth it." He said. "I did it all for you." He adds making me blush and there was no need to hide it.

"Thank you no man has ever done this for me." I said pouting. "Props to your mom for raising a gentleman." He chuckled smiling.

"I'll make sure she's get the message." He says. After we ate dinner we ate our desserts. "Tell me more about yourself mama I wanna know everything."

"Well before I moved here. I was at homebase nail tech I do my own nails and lashes. My dream is to open up a shop with a few different rooms so I could rent out the rooms to other people who do nails, lashes, hair and maybe tattoos." I tell him. "What's stopping you now?" He asked.

"Umm nothing really I just haven't been looking lately been focused on other things." I said then took a sip out my wine.

"What else is Sierra About?" He asked.

"Enough about me what about you?" I asked.

"My dream is already here, I got my job, the house, my boys, and shit I could have my dream girl but she playing." He said licking his lips as he looked at me. I playfully rolled my eyes at him.

"Boy stop you and I know both know that this is just for fun." I said.

"Who said this for fun? You really think I do all this for a girl just for fun Cece?" He asked. I shrugged my shoulders. "Hell nah, Sierra I have real feelings for you something I ain't felt a real long time since high school. I enjoy having you around I want to be around you damn nearly 24/7 you bring the light to me." He said as he held my hand.

"How do I know your just saying all this to mess with my head." I said.

"I'm not tryna mess with your head mama I am being serious. I want to be with you Sierra Nicole." He says.

"Prove it to me. Show me that I'm yours for real and not just some temporary fling." I said.

Omniscient "You still think this shit temporary?" Josh asked her fucking her gushy walls. He had her laid out on the couch on her back one leg over the couch while the other rested on his shoulder, while he gave her deep strokes. His hand around her neck wit a slight squeeze as he watched her face expressions. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as he hit the right spot. "Ouuu fuckk Daddyyy!" She whimpered grabbing his wrist. "You like that shit mama." "Yess daddyyy!" She cried out. He looked down seeing the mess she made on his dick creaming his dick with her wet walls.

He leaned down kissing her. She moaned into the kiss as her hand found its way to his mullet tugging on it. He fucked her so good her pussy was talking back. Sierra was a moaning mess. She screaming his name trying push him away. "Stop running baby." He said as gentle as possible. "Josh i-its to m-much I can't." She cried out.

"Yes you can mama you can take it." He said. She moaned out as she her nails digged into deeper into his back hiss at the pain but he didn't care. "Mmm fuck wet this dick mama."

He continued to say dirty things to her fucking her silly. "You taking me so good mama, this ya dick you hear me?" He asked knowing he had her speechless. She nodded her head lost of words her moans taking over.

"Oouuu I'm coming!" She yelped.

"Shit gimme that nut baby, milk this dick up." He says. She obeyed coming some much around him. He fucked her through her it chasing his own nut, eventually he released his nut deep in her. He moaned burying his face into her neck. He kissed along her neck calming her nerves.

They stayed in this position for just few minutes before he pulled out. He sat up watching as she struggled to keep her eyes open. "We not yet baby." He said.

"Just need a few minutes." She said in a low voice. He chuckled to himself seeing the affect he had on her really turned him on more. He leaned down French kissing her creamy pussy. "Joshhh it hasn't even been a minute!" She whined. He pulled away licking her juice off his lips.

"You want me to prove to you that you mines for real you don't get no break we finna be at this all night mama." He said and got back to eating her like he was straving animal and Josh kept his word they were at all night multiple rounds pleasing each other to their desire needs.

🩵NEXT MORNING🩵

It was the next day Josh has woken up early as if it was a regular day and didn't just rearrange Sierra guts last night. She slept beside him still in a deep sleep. Her bare back faced him as he turned to her he leaned closer kissing her bare shoulder and neck his beard tickled her skin. She stirred in her sleep as her eyes fluttered open.

"Good morning." He says. She yawned before speaking. "Good morning." She mumbled. He kissed her resting his head on her shoulder. "You hungry?" He asked.

"Yes very." She says. "Let me go make us some food you stay here and continue to look pretty." He says.

"Or let's go to the Waffle House." She says. A smirked appeared on Joshua face. That boy love him some Waffle House. "Shit let's go baby." He said jumping out of bed. Sierra laughed at him as he rushed to his closet to grab some clothes for the both of them.

Waffle House📍

"Your gonna be running to the bathroom all day." She says as Joshua finishes his second cup of lemonade. "Mind ya business babygirl." He says. "You haven't even ate yet." She says.

"I'm still a little full from last night." He said catching her off guard. Memories from last night started playing in her mind. Her thighs tightened shut Josh noticed how her body reacted to his words he smirked leaning towards her and says "Daddy still got that affect on you mama?" He asked.

"Stop being inappropriate we are in public have some decorum." She says. Even though she knew he was right he did.

The waiter walked to the their table with their food. "We have a triple hash brown for you sir and a 5 star for the lady You guys enjoy, and do you need a refill sir?" The waiter asked Josh.

"Please man." Josh says. Sierra shaking her head at the grown man sitting across from her. "Whatchu over there shaking ya head for?" He asked.

"I'm still the same person that was breaking your back last night." He says. "Joshua seriously cut it out." She says.

"Don't act like you don't like it mama." He says. "I never said I didn't like it I just said stop." She tells him before taking a bite of her food.

The sound of Sierra phone buzzing caught her attention when she seen who at texted her. She immediately rolled her eyes sighing heavily. "What happened mama?" Josh asked.

(1) iMessages from Maybe Shawn 🚮

Shawn🚮: who tf you calling big daddy Sierra🤨

Sierra🫧: Who this 🤨???

Shawn🚮: don't act like you don't know who this is Sierra

Sierra🫧: I'm sorry idk who this is

"Just someone that's not important texting me." She said. He nodded his head brushing it off. After they ate they paid the bill then went back to the house showered then they chilled on the couch watching movies cuddling under a blanket.

"Earlier my ex texted me." Sierra says out of the blue. Josh paused the show looking down at her as she was laying on his chest.  "I'm sorry it didn't feel right not telling you."

"What he say?" He asked. She grabbed her off of the table and showed the messages. He read them and laughed. "So who's big Daddy though?" He asked sarcastically. He already who Big daddy was he just wanted to hear it come out of her mouth.

"You know who but back to the movie." She said.  "No no say it, come on." He says. Her hand brush up against his thigh making her way to the growing boner in his shorts. "You are big daddy." She said grabbing him. He hissed cursing under his breath.

"Why don't you fix that for Big daddy ma." He said. She turned on her stomach lifting herself up she moved his shirt up his stomach leaving a trail of kisses down to his shorts. She kissed him through his shorts before she pulled them down.

"Bold move Big Daddy no boxers." She said kissing his meaty shaft. It twitched at the feeling of her lips. She continued to kiss on his dick teasing him. But then she stopped leaving Jey confused.

"Whatchu doing?" He asked.

"Watching this movie." She said grabbing the remote as she sat up. She unpaused the movie, she felt him burning a hole into her face as he stared at her.

"You serious? baby come on don't be like that." He complained. "I changed my mind now hush up." She said. He sighed tucking himself back in his shorts. "You gonna regret that shit when time comes."

Next part

This chapter was not supposed to be this long I was typing away everything that came to my mind😂. But I hoped yall enjoyed currently struggling to write chapter 5.

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[katyawriteswhump]

sleigh bells ring, I'm not listening! (steddie holiday drabble/bingo/whumpcember)

For @steddieholidaydrabbles day 5 prompt, Winter Sports; my first @steddiebingo fill, ‘Dustin Henderson,’ and @whumpcember day 21 prompt, ‘bruises.’ (It was originally day 5 prompt, concussion, but I ended up sparing the boys that for once!)

WC: 977; Rating T; CW: None; Tags: established steddie, mild whump hurt/comfort, fluff.  Maths terms provided by my partner. I have no idea what they mean and have doubtless misused them.

Summary: Steve loves all sports. Apart from winter sports. So, when he’s literally dragged from bed to go sledding with Dustin and Eddie, he’s surprised when it turns out rather magical…

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“Remind me why I agreed to this?” Steve trailed a sled along the snowy track. He glared hotly at Dustin, then pleadingly at Eddie, who trudged on his other side. “It’s too cold for anything other than fucking… sleep.”

Eddie smirked. He didn’t look as miserable as Steve, which was annoying. Dustin, meanwhile, was having none of it:

“Dudes! This is your once-in-a-lifetime embarkation on a voyage of mathematical curiosity. Today, we’re exploring chaos theory! Mandelbrot bifurcations! Feigenbaum constants! You’re never gonna paddle those icy waters alone.”

“You wanna stick a pin in that balloon-head?” Steve asked Eddie, “or should I?” 

Eddie laughed then sneezed dramatically. Steve stopped dead. “You know what? I love sports. Apart from winter sports. Skiing. Luge. Skating. All that shit. Hate it.”

“You worship at the altar of ice-hockey,” pointed out Eddie. 

“Whose side are you on?” Steve nearly yelled: I’m not being dragged into this by a pair of sport-hating geeks! Instead, he mumbled, pathetically, “Wanna go home.”

By now, they’d reached Hawkins’ top sledding slope. A smattering of kids zoomed down the super-compacted ice. Eddie regarded the scene with a misty smile, which shocked Steve out of his grouchiness.

“I’m in, Henderson.” Eddie’s smile evolved into a full-on-adorable, dimpled grin. “I got great memories of this spot—me, mom, and a big-ass tea-tray. Who needs a goddamn sled?”

“We do.” Dustin whipped out a stopwatch. “We’ve a shitload of interesting variables at play here. Let’s go.”

‘Science’ commenced. Dustin sledded first, then Steve, who gritted his teeth and endured. Eddie went last, screaming his way down the slope… 

“…like a little girl,” said Dustin to Steve, super-earnest. “A little girl who’s in need of hugs, Steve.”

“Bullshit on so many levels.” Steve pointed to a nearby grade-school sledder. “She isn’t screaming. And my boyfriend’s scream is totally metal.”

“Okay. Just, y’know…” Dustin mumbled behind his hand, as Eddie approached with the sled. “He needs more hugs.”

Steve wrinkled his nose. Huh?

After several more runs, Dustin leafed through his notebook. “Interesting data. Now, both of you—on the sled.”

Steve planted frozen fists on his hips: “No way. Not big enough.”

“It’s fine,” said Eddie. “Totally bigger than mom’s tea-tray.”

Steve silently surrendered yet again. Eddie treasured memories of his mom, who passed when he was young. This clearly meant a lot to him, as well as Dustin, so Steve took pole position to steer—as much as anyone could with a dumb rope. Eddie perched behind, wrapping his arms around Steve, notching his chin on Steve’s shoulder. It was super-cosy, and… yeah, super-nice. They didn’t usually get this close in public, plus they’d avoided showing affection in front of their friends lately because—

“Ready?” yelled Dustin.

Steve’s nerves jangled. Eddie yelled: “Hell, yeah! Steddin’ with the Devil!”

“3, 2, 1, GO!”

Heel-power propelled them off. Wind whooshed through Steve’s hair, while Eddie unleashed his most deafeningly ‘metal’ scream yet. It was a bumpy ride, but mega-fun. Steve found himself grinning madly, though fearing for his hearing, and then:

“Shiiiiit!” He spotted the rock way too late. On impact, the world flipped, and he was thrown from the sled, landing heavily on his side. He suppressed a whimper, because something else mattered way more:

“Eddie?”

His heart lurched to his throat, pounding madly even after he spotted Eddie lying in the snow. Steve scrambled up, limped gingerly over: “You okay?”

“Yeah. You?”

Steve nodded.

Eddie finished his snow-angel and sat up, shaking his hair like a wet dog: “Mom said it ain’t sledding till you crash.”

 “All good, gentlemen?” panted Dustin, skidding to join them.

“Apparently.” Steve dumped his bruised butt down next to Eddie.

“Great,” said Dustin. “Why aren’t you hugging?”

 “Uuuuuuh, should we be?”

“Yes!” shouted Dustin, and it all blurted out. Apparently, ‘science’ had a secondary agenda.  “You used to be all lovey-dovey smoochy! Lately, you’ve hardly touched. I figured if I got you squished on a sled, adrenaline rushing, old magic might rekindle?”

Steve merely gawked at Dustin, whose recent weirdness began to make sense. Eddie, meanwhile, threw his arms around Steve’s neck and spoke between bursts of crazy laughter: 

“The issue here, Dustin Henderson, is lack of Party communication. We stopped touching, because Max said we made her wanna hurl. Mike complained it was creepy! We’re still in love! I mean, when you thumped on our door today, we were totally fu… cuddling.” 

“Oh,” said Dustin, visibly brightening. Eddie resumed cackling into Steve’s shoulder. Steve took his cue to fling both arms around Eddie and burrow close for warmth.

Once back home, they got dry and toasty, gently kissing each other’s more visible bruises. Eventually Eddie, stretched out on the bed, noticed Steve’s slight limp. “You got another bruise to show me, Baby?”

Steve tugged down his pants, revealing a mottled rainbow-spectrum of colors spreading up his thigh and ass-cheek to his hip. He coyly arched a brow. “Honest to God, today was a blast and totally worth it… but, yeah, that spot requires serious kissing better.”

“Looks too sore even for kisses.” Eddie flung open his arms. “I’m sorry?”

“Don’t you dare be. It was my shitty steering.”

“C’mere. Right now.”

Steve obeyed, rolling back into the enthusiastic lovemaking that science and goddamn Henderson had interrupted. He bitched about his bruise, but only slightly—especially as Eddie lavished extra care on nearby areas, with lips and tongue, to distract him.

“Sledding again tomorrow?” suggested Eddie, much later, while they snuggled inside watching fresh snow falling.

“You are joking, right?”

“Don’t worry, Stevie. Your ass is safe… though maybe not from me.”

Eddie’s answer segued into a sweet, lingering kiss, which Steve returned enthusiastically. He’d learned important shit today about his two favorite people. Eddie loved sledding. And Dustin loved his friends loving each other. Steve still blindsided himself, breaking the kiss to whisper:

“Maybe more sledding next week?”

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tags: @wheneverfeasible 💚 My stranger things fic on AO3

[a-sound-sol]

too close for comfort // h. shinsou // part 3

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⇢ 3. freaks and geeks

stoner skate shop worker hitoshi shinsou begrudgingly signs up for tinder after his coworkers bully him about being single. enter you, an artsy rollerblader who catches his eye. little do you know, you’re closer than you both think.

cw: written portion, loser boy hitoshi, suggestive

a/n: hehehehe this part was so fun! also unhinged weirdo shinsou makes an appearance :)

Hitoshi walks through the door, the lights flashing along with the beats from the stereo. He trails behind Denki and Hanta, who both wave and nod at the guests like they know them.

Hitoshi follows, keeping his head down to make sure he doesn’t meet anyone’s eyes. The three head to the kitchen and pour themselves some drinks.

“My man Sero! Kaminari! I saw Jirou walk in a while ago with her friend! Glad you made it!” A red haired guy approaches them in the kitchen.

“Yo thanks dude, this is Hitoshi Shinsou by the way,” Hanta gestures, “Shin, that’s Eijirou, the one throwing the party”

“Nice to meet you,” Hitoshi nods at him, sipping his drink.

“Thanks dude! Cool to meet you too!” Eijirou grins, his eyes a bit heavy.

“I’ve got the stash you asked for by the way,” Hanta pulls a bag out of his pocket.

“Yo Kiri, where’s my girl again?” Denki asks, chugging the rest of his beer.

“Last I saw her she was chilling out by the pool,” Eijirou replies, grabbing cash from his wallet to hand Hanta.

“C’mon Hitoshi, let’s go find my lady” Denki smiles mischievously and leads Hitoshi outside.

Hitoshi pours himself another drink before being whisked off with Denki.

“Hmm, oh! There she is!” Denki giggles excitedly as he spots Kyoka sitting with a group of girls. “Come on Hitoshi, I think there’s a chick you’ll really dig,” Denki giggles again.

“Dude, I told you, I’m not interested.” Hitoshi sighs but follows anyways. He didn’t really wanna be left alone at a party where he knew nobody else.

Denki smirks before approaching the circle of girls, “Nah dude, I think you’ll really like this one.”

“Denki, I seriously promise you I don’t wanna meet any of Kyoka’s friends-“ Hitoshi shakes his head, but before he knows it, he’s in front of the group of girls, avoiding eye contact with all of them.

“Kyo, you remember my co-worker,” he smiles slyly.

Kyoka nods, wrapping an arm around her boyfriend’s shoulder. “Hey, sup? Been a while, Shinsou.”

Hitoshi gulps nervously as he slowly realizes just how many strangers are suddenly in front of him. He waves slightly at Kyoka.

“Oh, bro, before I forget. There’s someone you should meet,” He grins, gesturing for the other people to move aside. Suddenly, there you were. The girl he's been talking to every day, every chance he gets.

Hitoshi stares at you with wide eyes, barely even blinking.

“This,” Denki grins, “is Kyoka’s roommate, y/n.”

You freeze the same way Hitoshi does. There’s no way this is possible, right? I mean, you’ve been talking to this guy for maybe a month now, and god do you like him. But there’s no way that Denki Fucking Kaminari is the reason you’re standing in front of each other right now.

“Y/n, this is Hitoshi!” Denki stifles a laugh as he watches your faces.

“Sorry babe, I told him not to do it this way, but him and Sero are fuckwads,” Kyoka confesses, squeezing your shoulder.

“I��� need a drink.” You manage to choke out before quickly walking away.

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[healix17]

HELP HELP HELP GUYS I FUCKED UP !!! 😭😭😭😭‼️😭‼️

My Transformers addiction is getting too out of hand here.

So today when our Biology teacher was absent, the damn English Literature teacher popped out of nowhere, NO WHERE.

And he's (Mr Brown btw) a teacher of another, higher class. And then bro got the THICCest, whitest, purest damn pieces of paper known to mankind.

And bro literally said "Sup bitches and fuckers now right a poem about the genera I'll hand to each of you and the best one will get..." *Pulls out the biggest chocolate bar I've ever seen*

The genera I was assigned was a piece of paper which said "Longing and Romantic"

And I was running on nine cups of coffee that morning and made A WHILE AFT FREAKING MEGOP POEM!!!!!

And the entire school knew I was the biggest Transformers nerd...no geek in the entire universe.

And Mr Brown just side-eyed me and said "Welp....A for Effort kid."

I got the highest and got the biggest chocolate bar I've ever seen.

It was so humiliating 'cause they hung the top three best poems on our cafeteria walls and at the bottom my full name, class and roll number 😭

[rassilonsleftbollock]

sup nerd

Sup geek

[buymeanewlaptopty]

Dos X Batman crossover

So Tim Drake is planning on exploding Ras al ghuls base. And after many sleepless nights (as usual) gets in his sleep-deprived brain, the brilliant idea to summon the God of explosions. Cause why not? It would be way quicker and more efficient than to get all the explosives himself. Young Justice being the enablers they are just support him, cause Tim is the smartest Robin, he was trained by Batman, surely he knows whats up and what are the chances even that actually works??

And they do some summoning ritual from a Sus book Tim found on his travels (when Bruce was stuck in the time stream). And tbh Tim is mostly doing it for sht and kicks but THAN

BAM the summoning is actually working. There is a bit of panic (lots) but then the one who appears is a lil girl. Younger than all of them it seems. Can't be more than 14/15. And she's just like 'sup' (shikako is starstruck cause WHAT??? IS THAT RED ROBIN?? THE BEST ROBIN ??? AND IS THAT YOUNG JUSTICE?? WHAT IN THE WORLD??), cause she's a ninja and she can keep her cool under any weird circumstances and to be fair getting summoned isn't all that surprising with her track record.

The hero team explain that they summoned her. And shikako asks how (assuming she speaks English even though it's been a lifetime ago)? And they show this ritual where Tim made some adjustments to summon the God of explosions (which was basically a seal that Shikako will decode later). Shikako says on instinct/autopilot that she isn't a goddess. She is a bit mortified cause omgomgomg she can never let this be known to Sasuke or Kakashi or Anyone really. She would never hear the end of it.

They talk some more and Shikako asks why they need explosions and Tim explains his situation. And shikako is completely on board like hell yes let's fk up the creepy stalker. And she shows she can make explosions with a touch. And they go on and basically egg Ras base with explosions and its a great time.

After that Shikako stays for a while cause it takes time to find her home dimension and decode the summoning ritual. She is the closest with Red Robin cause he's her(mine) favourite Robin. And they can totally geek out over her seals and technology and differences in their worlds and all that. They both have that single minded drive where they just get lost in their research. And shikako would totally explain her seals to Tim and he could like give suggestions.

Once they didn't come out of their research drive for 3 days, it would have been longer if Superboy didn't drag them out of the room for some food that wasn't caffeine or soldier bars (or whatever I forgot the name)

In the end she leaves but she lets them know that if they ever need her for whatever reason they can summon her again.

~

Afterwards when Tim summons her again and explains the problem. Shikako is like I have just the thing and she has this very weird and very convoluted plan.

But it works.

And they realize that explosions isn't the only thing she can do.

So they begin to call her for other things to and shikako always has a (convoluted) plan that usually works (and if if doesn't then she has a plan that will)

And she can also heal??? So like an on call healer which is great!

But when shikako goes on a mission or isn't available she will let it know through a message (somehow, via seal or via interdimensional technology or maybe a combination)

Sometimes the summons are just to catch up.

And just imagine how the Bats would react. Like there is some seemingly impossible problem/villain and Tim be like 'I know a god' and just summons Shikako from his instant-summon-seal and there Shikako is in all her glory, in her pjs with her blanket still on.

And just has all contingency plans ready for all situations.

Batman has the adoption papers ready and filled by the end of the crisis. But shikako already has a lovely family🤣 so she rejects the offer.

I NEED MORE SHIKAKO DC CROSSOVERS😭😭

Anyways lemme know what u think

[bloodied-dagger]

yo

sup

I haven’t forgotten about the song requests, I was just on a call with Geek last night and got off of it around 3:30-ish so I didn’t have time to make a (surely extensive, trust me) list of recommendations

[second-chances-are-hot]

Sup. Name's Al or Alice depending on what vibe I'm feeling. I'm 24, gender fluid, and the proud resident hooligan of anywhere I happened to be crashing. I threw a dart at a map and I guess that means Hatchetfield is where I'm crashing right now. And apparently for the foreseeable future since some asshole decided to curse. If you see me out and a bout feel free to say hi I guess. Unless you're a cop. Then don't fucking talk to me.

Ooc Under The Cut

Hey it's Ace (she/they/he). My main is @all-for-geek if you're interested. Some NSFW jokes are fine, but nothing too explicit. If it crosses a line I won't respond to it. That goes for anything that rubs me the wrong way. I try to keep me to blogs fun, so if it gets too heavy don't take it personally if I don't respond.

Al is open for ships!

[cordycepsbian]

10 for Leif! (best moment on screen)

there's A Lot of candidates for that so here's several fun Leif Moments

the spy for the bee in front of the power plant where they try to pet her aphid without asking and she gives em the death glare

the spy for reeves ("sorry we just reacted to this guy's geek energy")

right before the fight with the watcher where they have to translate its warning and kabbu's like "did you really have to yell it" and leif's like "um yes"

that moment in chapter 3 where vi is all grumbly and leif has to give her that talk like "you don't know what could happen tomorrow or even today, you should apologize before it's too late and you end up regretting not doing it"

after the ultimax tank fight where ultimax is like I Will Die Before I Let You Get Away With This and leif's just like looks like someone needs to go in the ice cube for a bit

just saying "sup" while meeting the whole entire king and queen of another kingdom

"you're a paragon of chivalry" to mothiva at the start of chapter 6

WE ALMOST FORGOT in chapter 1 where they just found out they have potentially powerful and very rare magic and they're just like "it's pretty cool" about it

also when venus tells leif that their teammates escaped snakemouth den and survived and how relieved they are as a parallel to kabbu's worrying that his own former teammates would resent him for leaving them behind. ough

back to funny things. Every Single Time they get into battle position as a response to something (eg. in chapter 2 when vi is like "haha i can spin these platforms... for a small fee" and leif silently pulls out the ice and vi is like "... of zero berries")

the post game quest with the roach planting seeds and leif says something like "you can't lose hope in a place like this" at the end and then they get embarrassed about it afterwards

oh this got. Long we did not realize how much stuff we've said already. okay we're gonna stop there

[power-rangers-side-force]

Chapter 2: Periwinkle Introductions

*Warnings: light swearing, fainting.

The voice that interrupted him was bubbly enough. “Yea, yeah I did, It’s kinda awkward to admit, but they’re my idols.” Why he mentioned it, he didn’t know, but he did. Today was only getting worse. How much had his classmate overheard?! He turned to the voice to see a boy practically bouncing on the seats, round glasses almost falling off his face. His hair resembled spun sugar, from its colour, to its density, to even its wispy pieces in the sunlight as the bus bobbed along. Roman hoped that this was a reflection of the boy's personality and not a disguise. The excited and genuine voice he spoke with more than cemented that Romans' first interpretation was true in his mind. “No way! Mine too! When I was little, I’d always run around and pretend I was a Pink Ranger. You’re Roman Crown and Logan Orchid, right?” Both were taken aback, not even expecting to share interests with this stranger, let alone have him know their names. But then again, they attend the same school, and were seemingly close to great rangers, so it’s not that shocking. “I’m Patton! Nice to meet you. And this,” he gestured to the boy next to him, that they hadn’t even registered was there, “is Virgil!” As if on cue, the other boy sat up and took off his headphones, giving them both a small nod and salute. “Sup.” He was head to toe in black and purple. Boy was he gonna die in this weather.

The drive to the museum was nice enough, with the four boys chatting and deciding to stick together for the day. They exchanged hopes. Dreams. Lives. They found unusual connections too. Like Patton liking Sherlock Holmes as much as Logan, ironic considering the former's last name. Or, how Roman shared the same guilty pleasure band as Virgil, strange considering their polar opposite styles. They also lived close to each other, they’d all learned, as well as deeply idolising the power rangers, even if some hid it more than others. Even if Patton and Virgil had heard about the other two’s previous conversation on the bus, they either respected boundaries enough to not ask, or already knew but didn’t want to bring it up until they got closer with one another. Either way, these two were becoming Roman and Logan's new favourite people, with Logan already making room in his schedules for hangout time, and Roman already memorising their hobbies, likes, and dislikes off by heart.

The museum trip overall had been… uneventful for Roman at the very least. History was boring, mostly. He knew this, but he promised Logan to come with him, and goddamn it is he going to keep his promise. Patton and Virgil had gotten distracted on the way, and Logan, being so fixated on the current exhibit they were in, quickly lost the two in the sea of people. Virgil had only just begrudgingly told them about his issues with anxiety. Roman really hoped he was okay and didn’t think they’d just ditched him and Patton. He wasn’t keen on losing the emos' friendship so soon. Despite his annoyance of the day, it soon had flown by. Whilst leaving the museum through their gift shop, he couldn’t help but see some stunning crystal jewellery. And then witness the robbery of the exact beautiful jewellery in question. “Come on Lo! We gotta stop it!” Grabbing Logan's wrist, he triumphantly gave chase, despite the poor geek's defiance.

“I’m sorry Roman, but what the hell are we chasing?!” “The thief!” “What thief?! We’re gonna be late for the bus- Whoa!”

Swerving past a sharp corner, they slammed straight into their seatmates, who were, unfortunately, holding ice cream. Whilst Roman and Virgil had had a minor collision, Logan had practically flung into Patton's arms due to momentum, leaving little protection available for their frozen desserts. Roman and Virgil had remained standing throughout the crash, but Patton and Logan weren’t so lucky, sliding onto the floor together in a messy heap. “Roman, what the hell man,” Virgil was only partially worried about the ice cream, anxiety peeking from the sudden scare but not yet fully processing everything. Patton on the other hand, was a bit more concerned about the wrong issue. “My ice cream!” “Sorry Patt! We’ve got a robber to catch!” Panting, Logan slowly but silently got up and glared at his supposed best friend. Once up, he offered his hand to the other bespeckled boy, who took it whilst still mourning the loss of his sugary meal. Today was quickly brought back to bad for Logan as he snapped at his brash friend. “Roman, who are we chasing, and why did you drag me with you?! I was perfectly content looking at the geodes they had on display at the gift shop.” Roman’s grip slowly loosened on the purple boy once he realised how much he held onto him. Taking the most regal, brave pose he could, he announced, “We’re chasing a robber who stole some crystal jewellery from a small company that provides them to the museum!” “Do we have to, Princey?” Virgil just wanted to go home at that point. “Come on! We’ll be like the power rangers!”

Soon, all four of them were in on Roman's idea, somehow. Logan had no logical explanation why. It didn’t make sense to him, but here they were. And here they were, following his plan due to his knowledge of the museum's layout. He’d constantly played strategist as a kid, to connect with his father when he was home, so much so that he’d become actually good at it. Roman was the individual who had chased down this robber, due to his track experience. The rest spread out and waited at certain points, cutting pathways off and hopefully cornering them at a final, walled-off location if his plan was followed correctly, which left just Roman to confront the thief. Standing next to the dinosaur fossils now his role was over, Logan could only hope Roman wasn’t a complete overconfident dumbass, and actually knew what he was doing. He didn't want to play a hand in his closest friend's death.

“Halt you thief!” Roman had the person and their cartoonishly oversized cloak and hood completely cornered. “I suggest you return those dashing pieces of jewellery before going on your way!” He hadn’t even noticed the ranger pose he assumed yet again, or how the stranger's hand began to glow a red colour after his heroic proclamation, or even the stranger's sudden concern at the new glow from his hand. “You’re out of your depth kid, you don’t know what these things can do.” The voice definitely belonged to a man, and was strained, as if they hadn’t spoken for years. He could only be more intrigued as he approached the stranger, a sense of familiarity washing over him like a river of nostalgia. Roman softened his fake hard exterior. “Hey, just give the stuff back, and I’ll be out of your hair, alright?” His hesitancy of violence was only met with a strike to the ribs, barely blocked by him. He didn’t want a fight, they were late enough as is, and him being hurt would drive Logan insane. “If you don’t give it back willingly. I’ll just take it back!” He warned, clasping the stranger's fist containing the jewellery in his hand. His fingers dug into the man's fist, attempting to pry it open enough for a dive-and-pinch approach he’d just come up with on the spot. As he strained, Roman looked back up at the stranger, now with a clear view of his face. The stranger was definitely a he. It was eerily similar, being lit by green and red light from somewhere. A face similar to his own. A face that littered his home's halls, covered partially by his recognisable grey hair streak and moustache that was never found on his own face. “Remus…?” Everything went black.

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Leave it to me to continuously forget this exists in terms of posting, huh? I really should set alarms to post this thing... - Sparrow

[lyrics365]

NEW LOUIS VUITTON (Feat. KHAN)

Perospin geolleo siksa Geek get geek get lit like a light Drippy drippy Rockin givenchy Fashion week Catch a flight to milan Im with my G we down to sinsa yunhaneun moswa cuz achimmisa Keep goin ajik mommeomchwo gajjadeul sai haendeureul jabatji grippin it tight Tolerance mal andwae, livin in sky dareunuimiro My fashion is high Mang how that lame ije eopseo ni jari Concrete roses bilding sup…

[azlovesem]

What else is fun around hers? Sup nigga ehats goin foen ots samu uuu i L. Hi ding bat im Azriel. Remember the fuy wgo booted your region into hell???? Temember me nogga??? Anyway you were great in Jackie Brown these shitty fuckn marvel movies are bread n butter we all lnpw geeks ate etupud and will watch anything. Hear that lame i introduction i did for dr doom. The movies a turd i read the script but i bpught a new house. And its gonna burn down who cares. Its toadt i dont rven give a shit at this point.

IRON MAN 2 (2010) dir. Jon Favreau

[phone4pills]

BITE YOUR PENCIL sub!Matt x popular!Reader

p in v, riding, dominant reader, submissive Matt, cheating, smut, use of y/n, suggestive, longgg

“Yes, y/n, I gave you a D. If you want to pass any of your finals this year, I suggest you get yourself some help.” The teacher told you while the last few students left the classroom. You didn’t know what to do, your grades were slipping and your parents warned you not to let that happen.

When it came to school, you weren’t the brightest. But that didn’t matter to you an awful lot because you were popular. However, as of recent, it seems that your grades were dropping below average. It was getting closer to the end of the school year and you really needed to bump up your score to at least a B.

Your Dad was too busy running a million dollar business while your mother traveled the world. And your boyfriend wasn’t the smartest either. He was only at high school for sports.

All in all, you had no idea what to do.

Your boyfriend threw an arm around your shoulder. He could tell you weren’t really eating. “Sup, sweet?” He looked down at you, ruffling your hair a little. You swatted his hand away. “Nothing, just mad at my teacher.” You huffed.

He tutted, taking your fork and picking up a piece of pasta, flying it in loops towards your face. But you shook your head, not feeling like eating. He shrugged. “Don’t mind if I do.” And the fork switched directions towards his mouth, he hummed slightly at the taste of your food. Not surprising considering the boy would eat anything.

“Look, I know you want better grades. I don’t know why… but I have a brother in the year below. ’s a real geek. I’m sure he’d help ya out if I told him to.”

You immediately shook your head, your mind spiralling at the thought of having a junior practically tutoring you. But your boyfriend argued. “Well if you wanna whine about it you must be desperate. Just do it, I’m tired of your sulking.” You released a heavy sigh. Maybe you could give this junior one chance. At this point you had to take any help you could get.

“Hey, sweet.” Your boyfriend opened the door to his house, his mum wandered into the room. She had a smile on her face. You two greeted each other and you were led upstairs towards his brother’s room.

Once the two of you were stood in front of the door, your boyfriend opened it to reveal the boy sketching away at his deck. He turned his head quickly when he heard the door open, shooting a surprised glare at his brother. “I told you to knock.” He half-shouted, pushing his glasses up his nose.

“I told you not talk to me like that!” Your boyfriend retorted angrily. The boy in the room lowered his head, playing with his pencil. He was cute. Nervous, but in a different way. In an innocent, likeable way.

You let go off your boyfriend’s arm. “It’s okay, babe. You should get back to whatever you were doing.”

He left with a quick kiss, his brother stood up and gave you a little wave. “I’m Matt. You’re uh… y/n right?” You gave him a nod and the two of you got to studying.

“Yeah so just convert it into a fraction if you wanna make dividing easier.” Matt said as you stared at the squared paper. You reached to your left to grab your pen without looking, but you found that your hand landed on something completely different.

Matt’s dick.

Your fingers quickly flew off the spot, your face forming a look of shock. “Oh my goodness I’m so sorry, I didn’t know-” The boy waved his hands, assuring you that it was fine but you could tell it wasn’t. His cheeks turned feverishly red and his eyes darted all around the room as he bit down on his bottom lip.

As you continued to study, Matt’s words became more and more unclear with each stutter. His hand was far too sweaty to hold his pencil correctly and every number he wrote in your book could easily resemble a hieroglyph.

Your eyes flitted down to where your hand landed accidentally. A very apparent bulge was growing in his trousers. Eventually, you couldn’t take it anymore. You sighed and turned towards Matt. “Look we don’t have to finish this today. Unless… maybe you want some help relieving that stress.”

“What do you mean?” Matt says, leaning closer to you so your faces were aligned, meet inches between them. “I believe you’re cute… and smart and helpful and I think maybe I could help you.” You didn’t know what he was going to say. You knew he was shy and probably just wanted to study. But you had to try. You had to make sure he knew what you thought.

Before you could say something else, his lips found yours in a deep kiss, knocking the breath out of you. You reciprocated the gestures, your hands finding the fly of his jeans. He groaned into your mouth, sending warm ripples of his submission down your throat.

You slowly pulled down his lower half of garments, fingers tracing the base of his cock that was pressed up against his stomach as he moaned. Matt pulled his head away throwing it back with a hiss when your finger caressed his pink tip, already leaking with small streams of his arousal.

“N-need… need you, please.” He whined quietly. His fingers tugged at the hem of your skirt for a second before his hand slid up your thigh to grab hold of your underwear. You played with his hair innocently, but your mind was slowly flooding with thoughts that were far from purity. “Help me get ‘em off, can you do that?”

He nodded quickly and pulled your underwear off, throwing them to the side. You straddled him, resting a knee on either side of his hips, slowly sinking down on his dick.

“F-fuck!” He whined, head falling into the crook of your neck. The grip of his hands on you waist was similar to that of a brick to cement. Only becoming more and more distinguishable when you began to ride him, basking in the feeling of his teeth in your skin,mapping every vein and ridge on his length that was deep inside of you.

“You like that, Matty? D’ya like it?”

He nodded into your shoulder so his ruffled hairs tickled your neck. But you weren’t satisfied. You wanted to hear him. You wanted to fall focus of his beautiful yet so dirty noises. He was like your personal fallen angel, unable to contain the sinful ideas on his mind. “Say it, Matt. Tell me how much you like it.”

A broken, horse groan escaped his throat. “I love it- mmh, I want more…”

Every bounce on his cock pushed Matt further and further over the edge. His hands grasped shamelessly at the roots of you hair, tugging and clutching in a hope to ground himself during the unhealthy high he was experiencing. His mouth dried up with each slap of your ass on his thighs. Your walls sucked him in, warming and pleasing every inch of what he had to give as his tip hit against your cervix like a hammer on a nail.

Within minutes his head flailed flat on your shoulder, eyes rolling back as he drooled onto the sleeve of your sweater. You felt the hot load of cum fill up your insides, warm trickles gracing your walls.

You pulled off him, cupping his face gently. His lips were slobbered in saliva and he could barely make eye contact. He didn’t know he wanted another round until your hand wrapped around his dick, thumb rubbing his bright pink tip before you palmed away at his throbbing girth. With this, he thrusted his pelvis upwards into your arousing touch.

Your fingers hastened their way up and down his so very sensitive length, causing his head to fall back and his eyes to litter tears down his blushing cheeks. Matt’s mouth hung wide open but no noises escaped. All that came out was a long train of radical breaths. You enjoyed watching him weaken under your touch, teeth eventually gritting down on the pencil he put in his mouth to try to remain quiet. He may have been tutoring you but you certainly jerked him dumb. “Thaaat’s right, bite your pencil Matt.”

When Matt felt the knot in his stomach pull apart, he hissed, lifting his head back up, only for it to fall forward so his chin dug into his collarbone. His second release shot out of his cock violently, coating your hand in strings of white slick. You sucked the warm, slightly sour liquid off your fingers before leaning closer to lick the rest off his crotch.

His bloodshot eyes watched in awe as you cleaned him up and when you were done you put your underwear back on while he sat frozen on the bed, eyes wide.

Then the two of you heard footsteps getting closer and closer. Matt quickly pulled up his boxers and jeans, re-zipping his fly and wiping his eyes afterwards. You grabbed your books and held them close to your chest, taking your seat on the bed and good metre away from him.

Then you leaned in for a second to fix his glasses. His eyes found yours in an entrancing gaze, which you only broke when the door opened. Your boyfriend walked into the room.

“How’s it going, sweet?” He pondered, leaning on the wall. You stood up, making your way towards him. “All good, Matt just finished.” You glanced back at him for a split second, his head hung low, eyes tracing the floorboards as he picked at his fingernails like he did when you first walked in.

“Cool, want me to walk you home?” The boy pushed himself off the wall, sneaking an arm around your waist. You nodded, giving him the go to lead you towards the door.

Right before you left the doorway, you spun your head back to find Matt staring at you. You gave him a wink and advanced down the hallway.

He sat with his head in his hands, fingers twirling the ends of his hair as he heard your voice get quieter and quieter. “Lemme go to the restroom first, babe. I’ll meet you at the door.” He heard you say.

Your boyfriend walked down the stairs as you pivoted back towards Matt’s room. When you walked in, you instantly caught his lips in a passionate kiss, sending cascades of lighting through each of his nerves as you pushed him down on the bed. Then you pulled away.

“Your glasses are cute by the way.” You whispered, leaving a stained kiss on one of his frames, before making your way to the restroom.

And when you were done in there you walked down the stairs and waving a quick goodbye to your boyfriend’s mom, and the two of you left the house.

Hey you guys! This one took a while so I’m glad you read it, this isn’t my only sub!Matt piece of work, @dykes4chris would know. You can find more in my MASTERLIST. Until next time!!

PART TWO

- ©phone4pills

[jojokillah]

Egy mára diszfunkcionális pótszeres antiszociális rémálmai

Part XI: Bleeding out

Ahh shit, here we go again.

Worst place in the world to be at: Another lonely anniversary.

Wish I could be laid back and keep up the act of the goofy gangsta.

Wish I could keep up the act of the generous geek.

Wish I could stop, get relief from a freak

Loved until an orgasm burned till everything's all bleak

I hold my gat in my on face on my profile pic

I write rhymes when music aint meaning shit. I better stop;

I dont bother. Fuck you all, no lover anymore no brother. No sister, no shorty, no princess of mine. No family no place to call home no more fucking fight.

The cause is lost.

My corpse got threw away. I wish I've been dead in fucking May.

I tried my hardest to join 27 Club. I almost made it, but there was no Heaven...

There was no Hell.

No light no Hellhounds.

Just the remains of my shattered fucking mind.

My body is half dead theres no fuckin doubt.

LOOK IN AND AT MY FUCKING EYES

Asymmetric. Binary inside.

I'm tired and dead. No laghter no cry.

I hate every fucking compliment they ever received. My blue fucking googles cant see, I'm decieved. Evey day I believe all fucking lies: dreams, hope, love that dough buys.

I tried. It does not buy shit. Except hard drugs.

Yeah, sup want smth? No closure.

I hope it feels fucking bad I butcher this whole weak verse. Nem bohóckodok már ezzel. A faszom legyen rapper, a gitáros palira mentek mindig a csajok akik kellettek.

Nem művészkedek, nem veszek ki belőle semmit. Pedig beleraktam mindent de belehaltam; ennyi.

De bár mehetnék tényleg innen a faszomba. De hova? Hova??

Nincs létállapot amit én nem jártam meg...csak egy háttérzaj a sztorim, benyomjátok azt megy. Ki se nyomjatok bazdmeg, bealszotok rám. Ezér tépjem véresre azt a szétkúrt szám?

Csíkkal, dopeppal, dzsóval tele fűvel. Woola cokeba forgatva amitől egy kicsit ül el. Aki velem szemben szemes falként fülelve..egy kurva köd kezet basz bele a kezembe. Rámarkolnék de megint csak a tenyerem közepe amihez ér monden ujjam vége. Bőrkeményedés.

A mictól, a pipetól, a pullup bartol. Vagy hogy ne érezze már ha érintést kap mástól. Elhiszem hogy szar velem lenni, mer én se szeretek. Mostanság a vénámba is vasst beverek.

Nem alszok.

Nem eszek.

Nincs esti mese gyerekek. Volt, de rágondolva a szívem bereped. A narrátor bereked, a főhős nyekereg.

Ismét faszkalap rímraktárt tereget.

Stop it already! Write like you used to..

How I used to? Yeah..drunk and depressed. Fuck that!

You forgot the pills.

I didn't bitch! I just ran out. Why?

Because it's a waste of time.

Because you abuse them so much. Full circle.

I want a circle pointed at my fucking mug.

BAM!

I should chill prolly. But thats not an option. Because I cant. My nervous system is ruined. If I try to nap I'm shaken awake.

Bennem a tél nyár lett, a nyár meg a tél. Rámolvad az alvadt vér és rámég a dér.

A faszom se fél..se nem áll mer a senkire vár. Nincs semmilyen kurva kapu ami nekem nyitva áll.

Csak Mitragyne. Ópium a bye. Majd a hullamra valaki a harmincas éveimben a padlón túladagolásban halottan talál. Ez a legvalószínűbb. Annyira unom a szavakat vagy mik ezek amiket folyton folyvást kopácsolok ezeken a telebaszott telefonokon amikből havonta hármat veszek. Meg a chatablakokat. Egy kurva hívást nem kapok max valami köcsög kérelmet a kessem után. Mert már az is van. Tessék, fasszopó papírdarabok bazdmeg. Akármennyi van:

Engem senki így se szeret.

Eldobható elfbar vagyok

Mér nincs elf strip bar hol under the bleachers szopnak ki angyalok? Mert így csak engem műfasszal szopatnak.

Rákényszerít a kurva élet, hogy olyat fogazzak...

Amit nem emészt meg az fix, nonbinaryt. Csinál a seb belőle ahogy a kislányaink...apa helyett fasztalan palik mellett nőnek fel!! Azt csodálkoztok csinaljak mit nektek nem nőknek kell!

De mindegy, az én kezemben már semmilyen lap nincs. Pedig egy ász pár nagy kincs..blackjack asztal sincs..sem a rulettkereket bámulva nem meredek. A krupié kezére hova gurítgat meg ereget kibaszott golyót

Az a fejembe kéne.

Ennyi, nyugi, vége.

Nekem is végem.

[caelum-in-the-avatarverse]

If I'm understanding this right Ozai desires to be Fire Lord, and to that end follows in the family tradition of molding his kids into perfectly apathetic Killing Machines who work to intimidate the nobility, sending them out to the front to better the war effort. LT dies and OZ shows them off to AZ, in hopes of being named the heir by appealing to his dad's logic, but AZ insists that Iroh will remain heir, bcuz Ozai is lazy, has no eye for basic strategy and wants the throne for pure kicks.

Yeah, that pretty much sums up my headcanon.  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Tho I don’t think that it’s a FN Royal Family tradition to mold your kids into “perfectly apathetic killing machines.” Pretty sure that was all Ozai. Iroh was apparently Azulon’s favored child, and while he was good at killing, he had a lot of other traits and interests too, even before his heel-face turn. Lu Ten seemed to have a cheerful childhood per that flashback dream. Azulon can come across as apathetic and you could argue that Sozin raised him to be a killing machine, but I figure Azulon is just old and tired of Ozai’s BS and Sozin, being 82 and preoccupied with world conquest at the time of his birth, didn’t have much hand in raising him.

Sure, they’re a family of genocidal maniacs, but I think Ozai was the only one who actually abused and purposely traumatized his kids. And the reason he wanted Zuko and Azula to be perfectly apathetic killing machines is because if they were anything else, anything that might allow them their own likes and goals and interests, it might distract them from what Ozai saw as his children’s true purpose, which is to make him look good and be his political tools.

And yeah, that’s exactly how he was using them in the Zuko Alone flashback, and no, Azulon didn’t appreciate it.

I like to think Ozai is, objectively, the worst leader out of the three wartime Fire Lords. Like, politically. He’s the big bad of the series, but history will remember him as an embarrassing six-year blip of a ruler who didn’t do much and got his butt kicked by a 13-year-old. In Fire Nation history textbooks, he’s a brief paragraph bridging Azulon’s assassination and Zuko’s banishment and subsequent victory. Sozin had a vision and set it in motion, Azulon spent the better part of a century leading the war, heck even Iroh was off conquering stuff, and Ozai......I mean you could argue Ozai did something in the military as a prince, but I don’t see it. Everything Ozai does in the series, he does by lying and tricking and getting other people to do it for him - Ursa killed Azulon, Azula conquered Ba Sing Se, and even War Minister Qing was the person obtaining all the Fire Nation’s war technology. When he actually does do something himself, it’s, like, burning off the face of a defenseless 13-year-old who can’t fight back. Wow, what an accomplishment. He didn’t even face Aang during the eclipse. He got his fourteen year old daughter to do it instead. And despite his bravado by sending away the guards when Zuko came to face him, he pretty obviously considered Zuko a threat once the swords were drawn, because loserlord never bothered to put any effort into obtaining any skills beyond burning stuff indiscriminately.

I see Ozai as, like, that guy whose rich parents paid for him to go to college, and now he’s graduated and doesn’t have a job and isn’t interested in getting one or in moving out of the house, or doing anything really, but acts like he’s the universe’s gift to humanity and like he knows everything and can do anything but until destiny comes calling he’s just gonna chill on his parents’ couch and watch TV. He’s happy to coast on his royal status and all the respect that comes with it. Power is great, but responsibility sounds annoying. Then he gets annoyed that Iroh has more power than him just because Iroh has more responsibilities. That is so not fair. And yeah, he basically wants the throne for kicks, he wants it because he wants it, and if you say “but dude doesn’t responsibility give you hives?” he’ll laugh because being the Fire Lord means you get to be powerful, not necessarily responsible.

I wanna take a minute to say that I love coming up with FN Royal Family headcanons that deepens them as people and shows how awful they are and how ruthless and cunning and determined and intelligent they are, too. I try to write them as intriguing characters and terrible people. But with Ozai, I like to just have him be terrible, with no likeable or redeeming qualities, just as the show portrayed him. Ozai is what you get after a century of war, genocide, and Fire Nation supremacy, the natural culmination of his forefathers’ legacy. My Sozin and Azulon are evil, but also good leaders. My Ozai is evil, but a terrible leader due to his extreme self-centeredness.

Ozai certainly did think he was appealing to his dad’s logic in the throne room. Problem is, Ozai is a narcissist who thinks he’s the center of the universe, and thus he assumes all logic revolves around him. He can’t conceive a reality where what he wants isn’t relevant to the situation. In his eyes, Iroh couldn’t be the next Fire Lord, not after showing such weakness and not having any more heirs, and therefore Ozai was the only logical choice to take the throne. Surely Azulon could see that?

That’s Desperate Narcissistic Ozai Logic. Real World Logic works something more like this: Azulon knows exactly what kind of a brat his annoying secondborn is and doesn’t want him anywhere near the throne, Iroh has an impressive resume as a great leader and Azulon has always planned for him to be his successor, and if Iroh doesn’t have his own kid anymore he is still fully capable of naming his niece or nephew as his heir once he’s had time to grieve. The world doesn’t revolve around you, Ozai; you are indeed irrelevant to the line of succession if I decide you are.

Ozai, of course, didn’t take that too well. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯