#tgats the only thing i can see happening

[eveenstar]

Hey i saw that you take requests and one of the fandoms tgat you do is creepypasta, if you don't mind could you please make some realistic hc of laughibg jack with a S/O who is workibg currently in a circuss and does little tricks and is like a really talented person?

Sorry if you don't take any of these requests and even if you don't at least i just wanted to ask if everything is going well even if not exactly as you planed.

Fishy kisses from nemo. ;)

I love this request. I love circuses and I love clowns but I absolutely hate Laughing Jack, still, this request was too good to pass on so here it is. Sorry It's short! I ran out of ideas by the end. Hopefully it's still to your liking.

Hope you're doing well, Nemo :)

Laughing Jack with a circus worker!reader

-> You've always loved circuses and anything related to them. You loved the colours, the trinkets, the music, the talented people and most especially....the clowns. Oh, you've always loved clowns. They were your comfort, your safe place. No matter the colours or the height, clowns were simply perfect in your eyes.

->Henceforth, of course, you got a job at a circus. Truth be told, you've always been a particularly flexible person, and gymnastics always came easy to you, so in your mind, there was simply no other way out except working in the place you loved the most.

->The first few weeks had you completely enamored with the place. Your coworkers were great, the public was funny and always willing to be interacted with... Everything was perfect until you met him. The strange monochromatic clown that no one likes but for some reason hasn't left the circus yet.

->No one knows when Jack was hired or where he comes from, but everyone knows his stage name is Laughing Jack. The name always made you roll your eyes. He's an odd fella but the kids seem to like his antics...though most of them end up crying when he smiles.

->Unfortunately (maybe fortunately if you're into that), it seems that you've caught Jack's attention. Maybe it was the way you balance yourself on the rope, how you twirl around as if you're a flying ballerine, or the control you have over your facial expressions and dramatic antics always getting a loud gasp or laughter from the crowd. It's something Jack himself doesn't have.

-> But he wants it. Oh, he dearly wants it. And the only way he can have it is by having you. But you wouldn't figure that out for a long while. No, he needed to prepare you first, make sure you're perfect.

-> As time passes, you swear you begin to see Jack in the corner of your eye. Not only in the circus, but in the streets, in the market and then....at home. You'll never forget those terrifying seconds when you saw a black and white clown with a strange, distorted face peeking at you from around your bedroom door.

-> You avoid Jack for days after that, but that only fuels his obsession. He despises being ignored, absolutely hates it. You can't do this to him and he has to do something about it. Jack knows how to play nice, not for long periods of time, but he knows how to manipulate your little human mind to give itself to him. He's done that to children before, his little puppets, he can do that to you.

-> It all began when you started to notice Jack watching you on stage. Your jumps, your falls... And before you knew it, the monochromatic clown was calling you his "little assistant" - and to make things even worse, you had a wardrobe malfunction and your outfit came out black and white! It only fueled your annoyance even more. Yet, something...dark and unknown pulled you towards it. It all happens too fast.

-> You don't even know why, but you start to accompany Jack on stage. The public doesn't like him but they like you and we all know Jack lives for the twisted attention it gives him. More kids even come to meet the two of you and you try to assure them there's no reason to cry when around Jack because hey he's just an odd guy but that doesn't mean he's dangerous!

->Stupidiest thing you ever told yourself knowing it was a lie. Knowing that Jack was hiding something from you that you couldn't quite grasp but you feared it was your worse nightmare. You just hoped you could live in blissful ignorance for a little while longer, but you knew that wouldn't be the case. Not when there was a storm boiling inside your heart.

[sophieinwonderland]

hi o/ jus wana start by saying dis is jus semi incoherent rambling of a sleeby oupy who didnt get to eat 5 borgars for dinner.

i find the anti endo point of “just doing it for attention” so weird

for one its really disconected from real life, like, attention is a basic need fir our body, its why solutary confinment is such good tourture. its like saying “theyre just doing it to get food” :l dumb argument, evyone needs and withholding food because someones starving is an evil thing to do, an so is ignoring someone who’s in need of social interaction.

and two, its blatantly wrong. like, we’ve told 0 people irl about being a system, we’ve only told like, 3 online friends, and we never talk about system stuff with them still cuz we’re scared of loosing those friends for being too weird. we pretty much never post about it on our blog an besides the blog description no one wud probably ever know. the one time someone guessed we’re a system in a discord servr i had a full anxiety attack an avoided any interaction for 2 weeks even tho they were accepting, an then when we finaly went back to talking there i made sure we had any trace of system stuff wiped from the servr profile an deleted the messages that made them ask and only just showed that all again after 2 months of keeping everything hidden. we’re terrified of people we know knowing we’re a system or getting attention cuz of tgat.

tho we’re definitly on the extreme end for that (mostly me tbh… the social isolation and abandonment issues exo-memories and the body’s trauma from similar irl stuff deff made me super scared about this) but its a pretty similar experience for a lot of systems from wut ive seen where telling ppl is pretty much an act of compleat trust an usualy very anxiety inducing.

besides, if someone really wus just after attention, they could just post a incorrect fact online or a really dumb take. thats much easier an will get a lot more attention than faking being a system ever could. like, saying something like “reading is bourgeoisie” on a semi popular post will be a thousand times better at getting u attention than being a system ever could.

theres so much more i wana say about this, like the ableism inherent to that argument point, or the way its linked to child abuse, but phone keyboard is stupid and terrible and im too hungy to think well enough to write out those points properly an do them justice.

anyways, i hope u have a great day/night depending on when u read this.

Right! And if they're claiming people are wanting positive attention, I don't see that as being that hard either.

Like, if someone wants to talk to people on the internet about stuff, there are spaces out there for literally anything and anyone. You're not going to get more attention for being a system than you would for being outspoken in a fandom or a religion or any other social group you're a part of.

People who want attention... don't need to pretend to have people in their head to get it. And the attention you would get for that is often going to be negative because a lot of people are sanist and pluralphobic. But as you mention, it's not even the best way to get negative attention when there are so many actual troll-y things you can do.

You can find hundreds of communities online with people who will support you and give you attention for your takes on various topics! Or you can find hundreds more who will hate you if you push the right buttons!

There's just... no logical reason to fake being plural for attention.

And isn't this, again, the very same claims that have always been made against the LGBTQ community?

It's actually kind of funny how that happens, isn't it?

The people who are getting attention are generally the ones who most conform to society. It's not plural or trans people. It's the ones who do their best to fit in and be like everyone else in their group. Meanwhile, people who have identities that diverge from the norm are often left outcasts and shunned by peers.

And yet it's the latter group that's accused of attention seeking?

It makes no sense. 🤷‍♀️

[artsylizzy82]

Genshin art dump 💖👯‍♂️

first off I just wanna say Happy New Year!! I only just joined last month but I am so overwhelmed and grateful for all the support I have received so far 🥲💞

I am so sorry that i keep dropping art and disappearing every other week this app does not work on my phone so I avoid it like the plague and also I get really anxious whenever I leave a post tgat I know a ton of random strangers r going to see I know it's not that big a deal and I do like sharing art but I also do not wish to be perceived 🙈💕

Genshin fans ignore me on every other social media I have so let's see what happens here I haven't played this game either I just think the characters r pretty and fun to draw sometimes I love seeing ppl come up with headcanons and interactions for them but unfortunately I am Not That Cool,,

I will never be a genshin fanartist account on Instagram with 125k followers but that's okay at least I can admire them from afar 💖 I will just be in the corner doing my own thing and if u wanna come over too that's awesome I love sharing my little bits of serotonin :))

Thanks for being here I hope to make lots more art to share with u guys in the next year 🫂💝 I didn't post anything for Christmas here but i hope u all had happy holidays no matter what u celebrate 💖 stay safe and happy and warm ily guys!!

[sneefsnorf]

i think after what happened today i want my parents involved in my hrt process as little as possible. mum saying "we need to sit down and have a big talk about it" makes it seem so monumental.... but ive already made up my mind. for me this is basically just getting meds to help me feel more comfortable. ive existed with all the awkwardness and discomfort tgat can come from being trans and this is just part of my life. its exciting and nerveracking but honestly doesn't feel like a big deal. i understand why my parents are putting so much gravity behind this decision but ive already spent years deciding what is best for me and i know this is it. its just exhausting to have them breaking down and crying about my previous suicidality when i just want to let the doctors know what they need to and move on. being asked but are you sure every damn time is exhausting. having to placate their anxieties about things I have already accepted and made plans to deal with.

like i really just need them to speak to a therapist about how awful it was to see me go through my low points because i have not healed enough yet to deal with their emotions on top of my own ptsd. i just need them to voice their concerns ONLY if something is actually tangibly wrong instead of trying to protect me from some nebulous thing I don't need protecting from. i just need their love (and financial support and for them to drive me to the clinic). i just really need them to love me unconditionally and accept that a scary change is coming but everything will work out the way it's supposed to.

so until they can do that i kind of want to keep them at an arms length with this stuff and let the doctors and psychologists that have a better understanding help me through this. for the reasons above and also because i dont want my freaking parents too familiar with my potential t dick. like just step away from my private parts please. love you xx

[skull001]

The nationality of creators have no relevance... except IT DOES.

Blows my mind how people can be so self-centered as to assume that people in all nations have the same ideas and culture... things that do play a part in shaping who we grow to be. What ideas and believes we have and how they influence works, including those of fiction.

Consider for example the US and how most stories about invasions from aliens and how it's always about funding the weakness tgat can kill'em all.

While Japan, a nation once with the same imperialistic hoals until it lost WWII and abandoned such warmongering ways, adopted other view to the point they even reflect on thrir fictional works, where even similar scenarios of an alien invasion are handled different, with the resolution being co-existance and mutual understanding.

I cannot be judged of bias as if betraying the US since I am Mexican and see both from an outside perspective. And frankly, they both have very different ideas that can add or detract depending on context.

The Japanese, IMO, have always been more welcoming to having female characters who are handled with respect as heroines that are as admirable as the men. Sadly in the western side, the norm seems to still consider female characters only worth if they renounce feminine things.

Imagine you have two writers: one grew with the more open JP media, while the other exposed to less open ideas.

What do you think is going to happen whdn one has to adapt the work of the other?

Here either they respect their works, culture snd ideas when localizing, or they change things to make it more like their native culture.

Frankly, the ideal is to respect the original, because only by being exposed to the other's ideas we come closer to a better understanding. The second option, IMO, is much closer to censorship... and I never liked it.

When I want to try something new, I want the real deal, not a watered down/censored and altered version. Who gives them the right to chose what ideas I can be exposed to and which not?

In the particular case of Sonic, it revolves me how much is changed from the original. Never had any love for things like StC!Sonic and how much he deviates from the JP characterization. I don't give a rats if it was done because "Lad culture" or whatever. Same on the american side, and the way they altered dialogues to negatively affect character interactions.

Or what about characterizations?

Amy is a case that pains me for how her character has been having her spark diminished because of this obsession with making her a role model instead of a character. Of wanting to change things as if the cultural ideas from the nation around which she was created where, somehow, wrong and need to be fixed. Fuck that shit!

What resulted from their meddling is barely a shadow of the original character. And all because it was western people, arbitrarely deciding for others what is right from wrong.

And yet, I'm the "xenophobe". You idiots don't even know the bloody meaning of "phobia". It's irrational fear. It does not apply to me when I expose my REASONS to stand against said unnecessary meddling and sanitization that no one other than these intolerants want to have.

[rei-does-stuff]

CH HEADCANNON INFODUMP LETS GO

-The UN is a semi-robot

He has a robotic body but he himself was a demon who kinda just possessed that robotic shell, if that makes sense

-America has a special interest in sunglasses! He has a huge collection of them and can tell you in extreme detail all about them!

-I feel like Italy would have a crush/a thing for America but sadly for her America is well— yk 💅

-The most UK possess England the more England kinda, forgets who he is

It’s little stuff like forgetting where he is, forgetting where he puts something but then it gets more serious, he starts to forget his name, he has to rummage through his trash for old mail just so he can remember his address, and so on and so forth

England comes back home dazed and confused as fuck because he has no idea what happened, Portugal sees this and helps him up, gives him some tea and everything because she’s a good wife and he’s like “thank you so much, who are you again?”

-Pakistan is the type of Muslim who smokes and (sometimes) drinks despite constantly preaching about how it’s bad and against islam,

Hypocrite like most of us tbh jdhshshhs

He never admits it though, you could have photo proof and hed be like “thats not me nooo i never drink, never touched one in my life!”

-WAIT WAIT YK WHAT PAKISTAN DOES WITH NO SHAME WHATSOEVER?? FUCKING PAN PARAG (IF YOU DONT KNOW WHAT THAT IS ITS ESSENTIALLY THIS LIKE CHEWING TOBACCO MY MOM LOVES IT)

HE HAS TGAT SHIT NO PROBLEM DOESNT EVEN DENY IT

-All Humans in my chverse are these grey eyeless freaks (image for reference)

I imagine they have the flag of whatever country they’re from on their cheek so u know if they’re like german or smth

Also despite not having eyes they can see just fine

Only the countries see them as grey eyeless freaks, to the humans they just look normal to each other, they see the ch’s as chs, they think they look weird but they run the government so what can they do yk?

-Germany has a sweet tooth and is often caught stealing sweets from other countries

-Okay so the best way I can describe this hc is, y’know how jinx in arcane sees visions her friends and sister to show how broken her mental state is?

Its kinda like that but with the UK is manifestation of his growing conscious and guilt with him ignoring it and going deeper and deeper into a horrid HORRID path

Cause like he’s a demon hes not supposed to really give a shit but in the back of his mind he’s growing to care and he doesn’t want that yk

And that’s everything!!

[thegeekcloud]

Welcome to another one of my lectures. Today we're gonna talk about

Galaxy Collisions

The dance of the universe

Featuring L.I.S.A.

As some of you might know (or might not know) pur galaxy is in a course of collision with the galaxy of Andromeda. Of course this colission is gonna happen in about 4 billion years and we're probably not gonna be alive as a species, let alone as individuals. But even if we were, the sun would not collide with anything as proven by computational simulations and observing other collisioms happening right now far far away in our universe. Like, a chance of 1 in 100000000000. You have way more chances winning the lottery when each person on the planet has bought a ticket.

So

What happens?

Let's imagine 2 galaxies. Each one is caught in the gravitational pull of the other, much like everything else in the world. As they draw closer, that pull becomes stronger.

The first thing to part each galaxy is the interstellar gas and dust. This acts like a fluid, particles moving closely together, and is very light in weight so it is easily separated by the main disk of the galaxy. This phenomenon does not require the galaxies to collide, but merely to pass close enough. It results in the creation of "tails" of gas and dust, coming out of the galaxy and stretching out to where the other galaxy passed by.

Here we have an example. This pair of interracting galaxies is called "The Mice" for obvious reasons

Preety huh?

Now. As i said the two galaxies can collide. According to the difference in mass between them we have two cases:

Galaxies significantly smaller are absorbed by the larger one. This is called "galactic cannibalism" (💀). We're currently doing this to the magellanic clouds (if you live in the southern hemisphere you have probably seen them in the sky). Thìs is also probably what andromeda is gonna do to us (Andromeda is visible in the northern hemisphere and about the only galaxy you can really see with the naked eye)

If they're about the same size they crash. Boom:

In any case, interstellar gas and dust are exchanged, the two galaxies become one, the tidal waves compress matter near the center of the galaxy and star formation is triggered. There is a whole category of galaxies called "Starburst galaxies" which are very bright in infrared light (they appear normal in the sky through your optical telescope). These galaxies we predict are the result of such colissions.

Explosive star formation however means that the "fuel" of the galaxy is spend very quickly, and so the galaxy "dies" (meaning no new stars are formed) pretty quickly (meaning a few hundred million years).

MOREOEVER

mg favourite part cause that's what I'm currently specializing in my studies

After such a collisions we end up with two centers of galaxies (meaning their supermassive black holes - enter song by MUSE-) in a common disk. These two INCREDIBLY HEAVY objects orbit each other and affect the orbits of nearby stars. Those stars are so light compared to the black holes tgat are actually SHOT OUT of the galaxy. If the combined mass of lost stars is comparable in terms of size with the mass of the black holes then those two begin to lose torque and end up getting closer. After getting close enough they start producing gravitational waves, causing them to lose even more energy and bringing them closer, until in the end they become one.

Now,

We can't yet detect those. The frequency they produce is too low for our ground detectors and so it is burried under noise and the limitations of the instrument itself.

BUT

in the 2030s a new detector will launch. And i mean that quite litterally, as they will launch it in SPACE. The Laser Interferometer Space Antenna (LISA for short. Nice lady) will be comprised of 3 ships positioned equidistantly in the angles of a triangle and will follow a specific path, following the earth around the sun but far enough from the planet. The three ships will be like 50km apart. A laser beam connects them all.

An interferometer uses a phenomenon of light called symbolometry. Depending on the wave's phase, we either see light or darkness in our screens. This is a ground detector:

Ground detectors have "arms" of length of 5km and detect frequencies like 10Hz to 1000Hz or smth like that, i don't actually remember the number. LISA tho, will bave much bigger arms (50km long) covering more space, interracting with a wave more fully and more easily. So, LISA aims to detect waves between 0.1 mHz and 1Hz. It will also be away from other earthly noise, like earthquakes.

One time they almost mistook a signal for a truck passing by and causing the mirrors reflecting the light back to tremble. Yeah. Don't worry, they noticed.

But the future is looking bright. Cause galaxy collisions are a window to the past (since the rate of stat formation is similar to the one we had in the first steps of the universe) and to the future (as i said, it'll happen to us too)

More science

[riomsworld]

Okay, even though no one asked me for my opinion,i want to write down my thoughts on what could happen in season 4 (and maybe 5) of LMK.

I do not try to predict the exact plot or who will be the villan in that arc, I only want to focus on the relationships of the characters in my little rant , so please strap in.

Oh and spoiler warnings for the people who haven't watched the show yet

Even though Monkey king is one of my Favorit characters, (tbh I love them all but if I had to make a tear list, he would be on top) and I could write a whole essay explaining why he acted like he did in season 2&3, defending his actions with every word in it, I have to agree that if we look at his relationships with the rest of the Mk crew , he has some explaining and apologising to do.

I really hope that the writers touch on the subject. Maybe they write in a short bit where he talks to Mei, apologising to her that he really didn't want her to get hurt and that he had planned it differently. (Like the short explanation we got in episode 10 but a little longer)

Like I know that this conversation is not likely to happen because, let's face it, Monkey king is on of the last characters who would actively search the conversation with someone. The talk he had with MK was probably the furthest thing we ever will get for an insight in his emotional state.

But I really hope that maybe while fighting against someone or something. Mai has to trust Monkey king for a maneuver and they have tgat whole "like I trusted you with the samadi fire??!..." conversation.

(Or maybe show how he feels through his actions, show that he truly didn't want this to happen, make him flinche , make him look concerned or other forms of body language)

Speaking of trust.

He has to work on that part to.

Not only does he have to regain the trust of the others (like Pigsy for example) , he has to lean how to trust. On more than just the basic level.

He has to learn that trusting, involving and communicating with others, is a good thing. Maybe MK can teach him something once.

They could show us his change of thinking by showing us that he is much more involved in the gang or something.

For example they have to create a plan and he works together with them developing it.

While we are at it, I really, really want a red son arc where he has to come to terms with the fact , that he thinks of MK, Mei and crew , as friends.

Maybe a whole "I, Red Son, member of the demon bull family, son of the greate DBK, realy want to hang out with you guys and not just when I need your help" moment.

The ending of season 3 implied that Sandy, Pigsy and Tang have some amount of magic.

(I'm referring to that scene where they stand together, supporting MK and they light up with magic)

And Tang was able to use magic not just that one time , but 3 times through out season 3.

When he incounterd Macaque at the light festival

When he did the ritual the activate the samadi fire

At the ending fight with LBD

I really hope they come back to that fact and not just lose it in the plot because when he has the powers of the great monk, he could seal demons away, which we know the greate monk could do. I need to see content on this part.

Bevor I get to the one thing, I would would do anything for to see, I want to point out something else I hope to get mentioned im the following season(s).

We all remember the last quote from LBD , right?

"Know this Monkey, you and I are not so different. We both fight for what we think is right. That pursuit only leads to one thing" "mhm, to destiny, right?" "No.... to pain"

My angst loving heart wants to see MK suffer.

I want to see him struggle fighting for what is right but him having to consider what he may lose , which can cause him pain.

I mean we got a glimpse on that in season 3 but what if we turn it up a nodge?

Or (because I don't know how far the writers can go) he reflects on how much pain he has indured already and he has to decide if all that was or is worth it.

Or something else, I have literally so many scenarios planned out in my head...

Now to the big thing

The thing I would do anything for.

Monkey king and Macaque becoming friends again.

Bevor you say anything, I really don't think that those two characters just hug it out and start beeing 'bff 4 Eva' again, like, no!

I don't know how mutch time they can invest in that story part. As you can see there are so many other important story bits that need to happen plus a new villan arc that has to be introduced. But please, this has to happen!

I really need to see parts of their past together, that shows that those two cared for each other, deaply, but then time passes, Monkey king does his rampage trough heaven , he gets trapped under the five phases mountain and then joins the pilgrimage.

Macaque get's wind of the fact that his old friend has been freed and is now beeing forced to work for some monk.

He wants to help him but with measures that in danger Tripitaka and Monkey king is forced to fight his friend... we all know the ending to that.

(And by the way they need to show us why Monkey king hates Macaque.

I mean it makes sense for Macaque to hate Monkey king, I mean, he killed him , and that's a really good reason to hate someone tbh, but why does Monkey king hate Macaque? I just really need Infos on that...)

And after we get that, they could slowly build their current relationship.

(But it would also work if they would build the story out of order, where we would have to put the real timeline of events together)

Just imagine,

Mk, Monkey king and Macaque have to do somthing together, like a mission or something else.

Mk wanted to go alone

(maybe incorporate the bit that he doesn't want to cause pain for himself or the others, because he constantly gets reminded of LBDs last words)

But Macaque wants to help him, he offers his help, Mk not wanting to be rude says okay, Monkey king does not trust Macaque and wants to talk MK out of it , that he should rather accompany him on the mission.

TLDR: MK , Macaque and Monkey king are now on that mission.

Things happen and the two monkies get seperated from Mk.

Now they are forced to work together. The have to fight Demons together and get back to MK (maybe having to help him ?) All while trying not to rip of each other heads.

The trip concludes with the two no longer hating each other and having formed a truce.

We probely won't get a apology scene, because none of them would ever admit (to the other) that they felt any kind of remorse for what they did. But I would really appreciate seeing on.

Maybe this truce could develop in a form af friendship again , a friendship with boundaries, but a friendship nonetheless.

Idk I really love thinking about this show and it's characters and these are just a few of my thoughts on what could happen or rather what I would want to see.

The LMK crew is really competent in creating a world and ingaging it's viewers. I hope that this show gets greenlide for all the seasons they need to tell their story and I'm excited to see it.

[solardick]

What i like about wearing a vidible crusifix, in this evil dominant country. Is the look on peoples faces when they intantly recognize that they’re beign sinful.

Or you got thenpther people whom take pride in being cuntz. Is the loathing on their faces. Well y’all like your vedio games and your phones. You can thank god for that. And the “patriarchy” which inverntes technology.

I can go on a big long rant about femmes and thr moon. But i wont. Cause you know im tight.

Or sum bs. Hooky tomorow. Aint risking it.

Hope this ass thing they engennered on me. Goes away. Wonder whats next.

Tried rubbing one out with this feeling. Came instantly. No relax, no chill, no pleasure. Go see a third. Wonder if im going to be able to underdatnd what they’re saying this time. But, theres no need for comunication. So they’ll definatally will speak my tongue. Fuckem jamie the worst ine of the family. Spychotic tard. Womder if he’s tried to kill

Anyone recently.

Fuck theyre a bunch if fucktards. Fucken children. Wish i like fucking with people too. Maybe i can fallow them home and stalk them from outside the widow till i catch them doing somethingembarassig. And then rub it in the next day. Like they do. Why sid they wait so long before getting lazy in fucking with me? Not even original. Its the same bs my family sis to me all therouhh childhood. The same shit thwy did to me in school. I just report facts. Its like im 8 again. Or just learning to walk. With inparwnting death traps left laying around. Where the same treatment for all the positive stuff? Oh yeah. Its diesnt happen that way. Peiple only care about the negatives.

Well time to go check the mailbox and donate atleast 200$ to charity today. Will i get rewarded for that? No. Everything ive ever cared about has been being murdered since childhood. By stuid gfucktards playninh stupid. So they font have to try very hard. At least pudgy batman showed me an once of resistance when i first got there. So he has some measure of a soul. Grateful for that. But save for talking about hay shit the other day whole making a noose and raising it above his head to be as visible as possible. But after 30 years if this shit. Its imposible to keep down. But nate. Is peobably the noggist peive of shit there. So much so that god interveen and warned me about him. But, because im such a good person. I gave him a try anyway. Several chances but, all he fid was fuck around. So now. Im just going to tell him to shut the fuck up or to fuck off. Everytime i see him.

Guess i kust have to keep going u til they tire out and semd someone new.

Cant afford to give up

My only source of authentic communication. Even if its only this. The only thing thats kept me going these last 8-10 years. Windernif the have another desease to give me. At least im still obstinate. While being aexually harrased by fuck e retards. Come swith losing tour virginity in childhood and doing something stupid with it. While being chemically imbalanced with the onset of puberty. And environemntal violence, bad idols and unmonitored “subpervission” which is the whole point have havign a fucken baby. Oh well and sharing a bedroom with a spychotic older brother with murderous rage. And an alchoholic drug addled other brother. Who kept trying to convince you tondo stupid things. While given cigareets and drugs to a teenager. In fact if you combine nate and pudgy batman you have an exact replica of my fatger and his parenting. Nothign but curses and swearing and that narcisist holier than thou bs that bate gives. Well add in a little bit of my brother jamie in there. My korher wanted a girl so bad that she named her next two sons woth girl names. I literally dont know anythign better.

At least by doing this i have some sense of control o er other people fucking with me. But it be nice to have a pet or something a cat or as art bird. Save that someone will

Probably kill it like every pet ive had. But its bad enough tgat im not alloed having a coherent conversation with a doctor. But ohh well.

Ca t wait till i grt a couple boyfriends and spend the rest of my life in pure bliss. A gay gouole lookign for a queer.

Personally. Authletes arent worth that much money. Insyead of multiple millions a year. How about they make. Maybe a hundred grand a year. And all the other profit goes straight to infastucture or health care. But., nope. Some asshole gets paid too kuch money.

Unfortunatly. I could t find the last 50$ bill on my floor somewhere. Proabbaly undwr all that trash. So the children. Will have to make die with a 150$ today.

Anyway i lwanred that a mytual reception between jupiter and uranus in awua and sag means criminal imderworld.

Crows just told me they are toaking smack about me at work right now. I even asked them. And they got

More vocal

There we go. Got a receit and everything.

Yesterday nate was like hey man. And i was like fuck off. And he was like hahhahahah. Comes back later. Are you bored? Fucknoff nate. Hahahahahah laughs again. Stands theres. What the fuck did i just say?! And he was like, Fuck off. And leaves. It was great. While they were teying to piss me off with keagan being absent half the day and then tony comes up to rub it in.hwy wheres tour partner? They all suck. I dont know how people live like that. I was raiswd by those eople and i syill dont get it.

I y’all stalk ny profile and knownits me and use it agaisnt me. Then why show any respect or sparebyour names? Im getting fucked either way.

Yeah… it gets too much fir me too. Want to close it all down again. Notjing to do. And the i have zero social energy going into anything.

Well its time to go see what cruel and unusual punishment they have for me today. Do what they always do elevate the pressure of my responsibities at the same time they elevate the pressure in social relations. Stress me out as much as possible while playing another side game. Abuse me into another state of belligerence and then try Nd make me feel likes its my fault even though i don’t know whats going on. Righy now its what they are doing slowly adding in has much bs as they can while blaming it on an outside factor in which i should be routing for. Or some shit. Or maybe another girl to harrase me and ehen i ask her to stop in the my friendly esy possible i get framed for harrasment. Or some shit.

Teying to find an actuall himan being on this life line i was given. Seems an imposibility. 39 years later the world is still a threat to me. Womder what lifenis like. Noy being victimized.in a world that preaches peace, love and security. I have still left without experiencing any of it. Only its opposite. Nothing but threats.

Iys just like childhood and school. Singled out serrounded by assholes. Criminals, bigots, druggies, alcoholics, and pervs.

I guess ill never know who i am without all these fucken cockskrs ruinign ymmlife.

Bathan alm ost went to the hospital. Today. Inatigation.. ive never seen red before.

God was right. Always is. At keast ingave bc donethin in to be gratefu l for. Q

I almost pulled a jamie. Went full psychotic with a a hand held weapon. But, i cant be any more jamie than that fucktard. Playign stupid everyday. Isnt that draining? Jesus.

Promised myself i would never hurt another hum a being. But y’all

Make that very difficult. And indotn eant to be there anymore anyway. And have to be subjected to all that stupid bs. Wveryday.

Moral of that story. Dont eat ten bags of low fat popcorn over a period of three days.

[yourlocalbimexican]

2024 sillies

annnnd we’re back! I haven’t put up another online diary thought space thing yet because I wanted to put something meaningful and since it’s the new year and stuff has happened I figure now is a good time.

first off, Mickey Mouse (or steamboat willie or whatever his name is) has entered the public domain. I can’t wait to see all the good (and absolute dogwater) content about him tgat will come out soon. With any luck we might get something meaningful.

next I wanna talk about my (not really) predictions for this year. I guess they’re not really predictions but more like “things I want to get accomplished while also not stressing about doing them” type deal. I want to do these things but I don’t want the whole New Year’s resolution stigma in my head about them. Anyways here is the list:

1: write a (short) story/fanfic and post it.

I have been writing a little story of mine that I’ve been cooking up for a while. I used to just fantasize about it in my head and imagine writing it out. However, I recently have put pen to paper (so to speak) and begun writing out this silly little story. I do wanna post it. Probably on AO3. If I end up drawing art around it I’ll post that here. However I don’t know how long that’ll take and like I said earlier, I don’t wanna pressure myself into writing or drawing anything I don’t feel like writing or drawing just because I said I would at the beginning of the year.

2: Publicly come out

yeah this is pretty self explanatory. The only people who know I’m Bi are my parents and whoever is reading this blog sooo yeah. I want to (at the very least) tell the rest of my family (maybe not my younger siblings since I don’t think they would understand/ need to know) I wanna wear a bi pin or get a small flag for my room. A little self expression if you will. That might be difficult though because of where I live lol (USA for future reference)

3: Learn Spanish

okay yeah I know that is probably the lamest one out of the three but I’ve been meaning to learn Spanish for a while now I just haven’t had the time. This year ima try to put more effort towards it (maybe get duolingo or something) again, not gonna pressure myself,I’m gonna take my time.

alright with that out of way I’m going to wrap it up for now. Like side note for those who care, this year is a leap year! Not really important but it’s the little things. Anyways for those who may be reading this, thanks for doing so. I’m pretty sure I said this on my previous blog but if not I’ll repeat myself. This is an online diary type thing. Just my thoughts and what’s going on in my life. Maybe I’ll put art here, maybe not. If you wanna you can leave a comment or heart this or whatever but it doesn’t really matter to me. Anyways, have a good day/evening/afternoon/life.

[catfish-and-the]

my depression is so bad tecently im jsut im sleeping during class and unable to go up stairs i cant do my homeowrk and i cant comprehend things anymore like i dont kno what the hell im teading even if ive read it before nothing fucntions anymor

[moririki]

⤷ MORE THAN YOU'D BARGAIN FOR

DENJI X READER -> 1.7K
when it comes to a fool blinded by love, it sure hurts to have the short end of the stick

REQUEST -> ✰
CONTAINS -> angst, friends with benefits‼️, happy ending bc i'm weak like that, denji not knowing how to process emotions, very loose college!au cos i'm lazy, makima being slightly antagonised because fuck her, mentions of sex but nothing super explicit i don't think
MORI'S THOUGHTS -> thinking about denji's hands. i want to learn how to animate manga panels now so i can do a csm edit. also the writing style got kinda boring im SORRY

HEARTBREAK WAS ALWAYS BOUND TO HAPPEN IN THESE SORT OF RELATIONSHIPS. anyone with a pair of eyes and ears could give a clear answer to the question "who does denji like?" and no matter how much you wanted that answer to change, it would never be you.

even when the blonde boy had been so insistent on his heart belonging to another, he still had urges. so under the influence of one too many bottles of alcohol, it was a fairly easy decision for both of you to fall into bed together. more than once. more than you'd care to admit.

being with denji was nice. he was funny, sweet at times and vulgar during the others, and you found yourself repeating a mantra of don't catch feelings for your friend during your time together. and truth be told, it was hard not to, even when you and denji had finished your business and the topic of conversation always seemed to make its way back to makima.

it left a bitter taste in your mouth when denji acted like nothing had happened between the pair of you in other settings. the bitterness turned sour when you realised that there was no reason for him to have to either, and you cursed yourself when you realised you had done the worst thing possible and gone and fallen for your friend who so clearly wouldn't like you back.

but there were times where you thought that you just might have a chance.

even though your cursed your heart for fluttering and rearing its head each time so willingly at denji's mercy, you couldn't help but take every offhand action of his as a ray of hope. with the way his hands engulfed yours to anchor himself as he thrusted into you, the way his lips left urgent kisses on your lips as you panted beneath him, the way he whispered sweet nothings into your ear as you cried out in ecstasy.

and even when you were lying next to each other in his bed, catching your breath. you would turn to look at his face sometimes, only to see him staring at you already with a look in his eyes that could only be described as wistful. but you were a fool to think that you could ever upseat makima in denji's eyes.

false hope could only get you so far.

with his breath tickling the back of your neck and his large hand rubbing patterns into your hip, this false hope really had gotten you somewhere. but all good things must come to an end. words that you dreaded to say weighed heavy on your tongue, but you dragged yourself along, lifting them just enough to feel them escape your lips before you could really stop them.

"denji, what are we?"

you felt the hand that rested on you go still, and the arm that was poised as a pillow for you went rigid. hell, the boy that was holding you so close to his chest had practically stopped breathing, and you felt your eyelids slide shut in a bitter defeat before you heard another word. it's not like you needed them to understand how he felt, anyway.

"we're friends, aren't we?" his tone was so controlled, so even and level and unlike the denji that you knew and, dare you say it, loved. it sent another shot tubneling straight through your heart, and you were glad that you were currently facing away from him. you wouldn't be able to handle seeing the look on his face as all of your tentative hopes were crushed under his heel. all you wanted to do was curl in on yourself and maybe try to cry away the numbness that was invading your body from the chest outward.

you raised a shaking hand to push denji's own off of you, and you felt the mattress underneath you creak as the boy shifted in confusion at your behaviour.

"y/n?"

your kept your back turned to him as you got out of his bed, pulling on your own clothed and scowling in frustration when you couldn't find your shirt anywhere. you were seconds away from letting the first droplets fall, and you did not want to let denji see.

you snagged some random material of a shirt off of the bedroom floor, yanking it over your head and turning to face denji with a face that you hoped wasn't too scrunched from holding back your tears.

"we're not just friends and you fucking know it."

you didn't have time to register his wounded facial expression or the pleading calls of your name that he cast towards your retreating figure, but you grabbed your shoes before leaving his dorm, shutting the door behind you a little too forcefully and storming off back to your own room.

you must look insane, padding along the halls with no shoes as angry tears streaked down your face and you tried your best not to audibly sob. by the time you had made it back to your room your eyes were streaming, and you flopped on your bed with little regard for anything else other than crying your eyes out.

truth be told, after that fateful night and the best cry of your life you felt much better. you knew where you stood, you had your feelings sorted out, and you knew that a little distance would really help you to finally move on from your friend.

now, if only denji would stop calling and texting you like nothing had happened.

you felt like you could scream when you saw a notification from him, asking if you wanted to study for the test that you had next week. you bit back the petty urge to ask him if he wanted to study with you as just friends, instead opting to turn your phone off and bury your face in your pillow once again.

matters of the heart take time, after all.

on denji's end, things weren't looking much better. he brushed off his confusion at your actions and words when you had left so abruptly the other day, only to find himself staring at his ceiling trying to decipher his feelings and what the hell you had meant.

he likes makima. and he has, for a while now. he could count on one hand the amount of times he had interacted with the girl who sat in front of him in the lecture hall, and every time had been met with this strange giddy feeling in his chest. though it was rare, he knew that feeling.

but the one he felt right now was so, so, different. when the door clicked shut behind you, it felt like a piece of him had up and left along with you. the very reason that he had accelerated things so far in your relationship was because of how right things felt with you. the slightest graze of your fingertips across his chest didn't light any fireworks in his mind, but it's like warmth perforated his skin and was injected straight into him from you.

truth be told, that feeling was the most addicting he had ever felt. and when he heard that air of finality right after the door shut behind you, it didn't take long for denji to realise just how cold everything felt without you.

but he still liked makima, right?

that giddy feeling in his chest he got from her was enough to fill the you-shaped hole, right?

you not talking to him wasn't what made his heart hurt, right?

he only realised just how wrong he had it when he talked to makima for the fourth time ever. she had turned in her seat, even smiling at him and asking for a pen, and all that came to mind was how much he missed your smile.

hell, he missed everything. the sound of your laugh, the smell of your hair. the way you fit against him and said his name. and that's when he realised this you-related feeling was.

longing.

there was a knock on your door. and another. you groaned, rolling over to check the time to see that it was three in the morning.

by the time you had cracked your door open you saw a flash of blond hair and a face all-too-familiar, you knew it was too late to slam your door shut. denji's face perked up, and you already knew that you were done for.

he lifted his hand, revealing a pretty albeit crumpled bouquet of flowers. you almost giggled to yourself, guessing that the mastermind of that romantic gesture was most likely denji's roommate aki. but it was appreciated, nonetheless.

"what do you want, denji?" you were painfully aware of just how much of a mess you looked right now- eyes still red around the rim from how many self-pitying tears you had shed over this entire situation.

denji's mouth and opened and closed, and you sighed against your barely open door which still had a chain on it.

"i'm not in the mood, denji."

"no, no, it's just that i wanted to say that i've finally figured out what we are." it appears tgat your friend finally found his voice. you looked him in the eye again, trying not to let the hope in your heart build itself too high. "we're way more than friends, y/n."

you felt any resistance crumble at those words, and the sheepish smile on your face grew.

"so, can i come in?" you smiled at denji, shutting your door to undo the latch before opening it again, wide enough to let him back in to your life. consider him a weakness of yours.

the first thing denji did when he crossed the threshold of your door was wrap his arms around you, dried tears and crumpled flowers and all, and bury his face in your hair. the only words he had to offer was a mumbled i miss you into your skin, and you felt your body melt against him like it had so many times before.

when you finally broke apart, you couldn't help but wonder.

"so, what are the flowers for denji?" the boy before you blushed, his eyes flitting off to the side. he raised a hand to the back of his neck, taking a breath to summon some courage.

"i was hoping... that i could take you out on a date. or be your boyfriend. something like that."

"what?" denji was still bright red, though his eyes were locked onto yours.

"you heard me." you smiled once again, taking a step forwards and effectively closing the distance between you two.

"i would love to."

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[dearemilia]

HIII SO I SAW TGAT YOUR REQUEST SO CAN I REQUEST TOMAN WITH GANYU! READER????

WITH A GANYU! GN! READER HEADCANON

Toman

NOTE: Thank you for requesting anon! Ganyu is one of the characters I kin in Genshin Impact so I’m happy that you requested this!! Have a nice day/night! <3

TAGS/NOTES: GN! Reader, mentions of violence, fluff, crack, reader has a vision. I apologize if the characters are OOC. Stay safe and healthy everyone! <3

-You’re a few years older than them and you used to babysit Pah-Chin and Peh-Yan when they were toddlers.

-They’ve always thought your vision was magic and as they grew up, they realize that you weren’t lying to them and that you actually have magic, sort of- So they just had to introduce you to Toman.

-They literally dragged you to one of their meetings and since you adore them very much. 

-You showed the captains including Mikey and Draken, your vision. They were so amazed that they wanted to get to know you more <3

-They feel bad for you once they realize that you don’t have a hobby and that even in your free time, you would only work.

-So guess what.

-They made a plan to hang out with you and show you their own hobbies.

-Emma and Hinata volunteered because how can they not. They literally were stunned when they first met you and plus you are so sweet to them.

-Like, you’re drop dead gorgeous in front of their eyes.

-Mitsuya, Peh-Yan, and Pah-Chin would definitely invite you to Mitsuya’s sewing club.

-Mitsuya teaches you how to sew and he’s surprised to see how much of a fast learner you are! <3

-Baji and Chifuyu invite you to feed and pet stray cats and they’re so happy that you enjoyed it.

-Baji, Smiley, and Mikey all made an agreement to not do anything reckless around you such as burning cars. 

-They know you’re sensitive-

-Draken and Muchou would remind things that you forgot which causes you to be embarrassed because you’re the older sibling figure here.

-You force Mikey to eat healthy food. You don’t want him to keep eating sweets since it will make you sick and you do not want anything bad to happen to him nor the others.

-The first time Hakkai and Souya met you, they couldn’t help but look at you for a little longer. Please, it made you so flustered that they were staring at you for too long.

-Mitsuya apologized to you for their behavior.

-The boys are always ready to defend you. They hate seeing you get upset because of peoples comments on your body type.

-There was this one time where Smiley burned a guy’s car for calling you names.

-Pah-Chin and Peh-Yan love calling you ‘Big [Sibling] [Name]’ and thats when the rest of the members started calling you that too.

-Draken and Mitsuya are mostly the ones who would check up on you everyday. Telling you that you should take a break or they would just tell you that they want to hang out with you.

-Sanzu doesn’t talk to you much but he does like you for wanting to protect his king.

-Takemichi is so amazed by your vision and how hardworking and determined you are.

-You knew about the boy being a time traveler or time leaper.

-It was obvious, something like this is normal to you since you get to experience monsters everywhere back in China.

-You’re so soft to them but when in battle you’re brutal and strict.

-You have to stay away from the boys when using your vision, you might end up killing them-

[lolita-lollipop]

Hey hey!! I saw your ask is open... I don't really have anything to ask but I've had this in my notes for a while so i hope you can make something out of it. You seem to enjoy writing yandere so... Write it to your liking i guess? Anyways thankies ;)

"You cry and cry and cry, begging to be let go and then you just stop. Your stop crying for help. No more hopeful hopes to be saved or to be rescued by your beloved hero. By your trusted lover.

You just... Accept your fate to die at the hand of your lovers' enemy but it never came. The enemy... he never kill you, heck he doesn't even let you have a scratch on your delicate skin.

As if he was in love but with who? You? Yeah maybe with you."

SOFT YANDERE BAKUGO X READER X POSSIBLY YANDERE (?) MIDORIA

*brief cursing from bakugo

Your fiancé, Izuku midoria, was always worried about your safety, as he was the number one hero, and he had, many, many enemies who would just love to crush the quirkless lover dating the number one hero. You’d known him since preschool, you and him were best friends, along with a Certain blonde boy, eventually, in high school, as third years, you’d started dating, and here we are now, ready to be newlyweds. He was especially protective when… he was involved.

Bakugo, well bakugo had a big falling out with the two of you after graduation, you’d been in the business course, always checking up on the two of them and the class, bakugo had to watch as you and the quirkless deku became closer and closer, whippee! They’re dating now! It made him sick to his stomach to see HIS girl get sucked up by some manipulative bitch claiming to be a hero.playing fair wasn’t an option anymore, he’d only gone to that stupid hero school for you, and you only, once you left, he had no obligation to stay good, he wanted you, he wanted to hold you, to cuddle you, to love you, if he had to break the rules of society, so be it.

You hadn’t seen bakugo in over two years now, only heard of all the bad things he’d done on the news, your fiancé didn’t speak of him, jsut told you to be extra careful everytime a new occurrence happened. You missed the best friend you had, you missed the man who would hold you close when you got scared of thunderstorms, you missed the man who bought you food that your mother never allowed you to eat, you missed the sweet, loving, bakugo. You wished you could see him one more time, just speak to him once more.

God how you wished you could take it back

You’d done nothing but walked home ten minutes late, Izuku had called you, and you had explained that the lind was long at the store, and a few teenagers had held you up for a little bit, calling you a multitude of names, you were just the quirkless loser lucky enough to score the number one hero, you wouldn’t tell izuku that of course, he would worry to much. Then you were snatched up, you didn’t know by who, or why, but you did know that your wrists were tied with a gentle silk, you were on some concrete ground, harsh against your backside, and peopel were talking above you.

“Really! Fucking concrete? I though it’s you would be able to get it through your muddy little brain tgat I wanted her comfortable! In my bed! What. In. Fucks. Name. Did. You. Do” a gravelly voice spoke above you, sounding fairly familiar. But still muffled, due to the things covering your ears and eyes, you waited for someone to come and hit you, or for some quirk to make you feel pain, yelling was never a good sight… ever.

“S-sir, this is what we do with all captives. It’s against our protocol to bring them into your personal chambers-“

“Damn the protocol, I started this whole thing, you listen to me either way. You put her down there with all those bodies, and weapons! Go in against my direct orders dwarves punishment, I’ll deal with you later. Get out” the voice continued to speak, uoj flinched at the footsteps gradually coming closer and close to you. Hoping that they already got whatever they wanted with you, probably just to scare your husband.

“Darling? Are you alright? I’m sorry they scared you, I’ll have her felt with soon enough, Cmon, let’s get you out of here” the voice once again spoke, much closer so you could hear it clearly, it sound so familiar, why is it so familiar? Then your facial covering was untied, just to reveal, the one and only katsuki bakugo. And you panicked. You thought you could handle being face to face with a villain, one wearing the face of your best friend, but oh no, oh god no you couldn’t.

A scream left your lips, piercing his ears like a dagger, you squirmed away, tugging at the fabric tied around your wrists, a full gallon of panic washed over you, making your breaths shallow, your movements desperate, and your screams curdling. You started sobbing, tears left your eyes in involuntary streams, he jus looked so… different, the spiky blonde hair now has black freaks in it, highlighting his Red eyes, he was wearing a dark black suit, and everything about him just screamed “villain”. It terrified you.

“Get back-DONT TOUCH ME! GET OFF OF ME” you screamed, kicking at his face when he tried to grab your arms to calm you down, he just wanted to help you? Almost immediately your face was shoved into the ground, he steadied you, untiring your wrists, you hoped for Izuku, for someone, anyone to come help you. You always had someone to come save you, sometimes it was even bakugo before he turned, now… now no one was going to come, there wasn’t any hope to give anymore, you are utterly helpless and at the hands of the man you were once close with.

You waited for anything. He released pressure on your face, and he released your wrists, which you’d flung into his face, but still, you were waiting for this “villain katsuki” to make an appearance, this was his revenge right? Taking you away from midoria, killing you, just to make a statement, you waited for that lasting to come out, the one who raided Tokyo for money, the one who killed thousands. Not your katsuki, but a villain. You’ve accepted it, he’s gonna kill you for no reason, you’re death will be meaningless, you just wished you didn’t have to go so suddenly. You waited to see him, to feel any pain, to die. Yet, it never came.

Your cries silenced, as you squeezed your eyes shut, waiting for th simp act of a billet in your Brain, or in your chest, or the slam of a baseball bat, or anything. If you stop crying, it’ll just be over quicker

“I’m not going to hurt you, I swear on it. Cmon? You knew me for 14 years! I would never, ever, hurt you, you’re way too precious to me for that” he grumbled, picking you up into his arms, which you could do nothing but cry into. This reminded you so much of those nights you would spend crying into his chest when you and Izuku hit a road bump j your relationship, when the two of you fought, bakugo was always there to soothe you, to snuggle with you, to rub your tummy and make you feel all the much better.

Maybe this was your katsuki, maybe he hadn’t changed at all, maybe this is just a dream! And you’re asleep in bed with izuku right now. No, Of course you aren’t, what idiot would think that?

“K-katsuki? Why? Why would you do all this? What do y-you even want with me?” You questioned, looking back up at him, meeting the eyes of your best friend, your katsuki. He smiled, a rare occurrence, stroking your hair out of your face, his touch was gentle, and warm as ever, he hadn’t seemed to cHange all that much, you know, from going firm a hero student to a supervillain. You missed this version of him, the soft bakugo that you only get to see when he’s with you, not the murderer, not the villain.

“I’m keeping you here because I’m in love, and I want to protect that love at all costs.” He lulled, giving you one of those excruciatingly sweet bakugo smiles, his mom had the same one, and his mom was the best. Wait… he’s in love? That’s why he bright you here? He wnTs his girlfriend to have a friend? Wow, so you’re gonna be a third wheel the whiel time, well that’s just wonderful. You wouldn’t take bakugo as the “in love” type, you really hoped his lover was nice, and you know, not a murderer.

“You did? With who? Can I meet them?” You questioned, suspiciously, if THE katsuki bakugo fell in love, it would have to be some amazing person. He has the highest of high standards, so any person to day him would have to be perfect, or he would be harsh, you’d witnessed it in person at multiple double dates where the girls would always run out crying.

“Oh y/n, too naive and innocent for her own good. I don’t fall in love with nobodies

I fell in love with you”

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Tell me if you liked it! It was fun to write but I’m not sure how quality it is, as it’s 1:00 and my eyes are half dead.

Thank you for requesting! Have a wonderful day today! @wans-shit

[itsmadamehydra]

My Savior || Wayne McCullough

A/N: Just some teenage girl trying to write the story inside her head, hope u like it.

Pairing: Wayne McCullough x oc

Warnings: rape, intention of rape, harassment, blood mention, bullying, language (a little strong)

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I've always like to watch him by far, he just seems different from the rest (and oh boy, he is).

The first time I saw him I was in 7th grade. I was just one more girl of the many others that her tities just had started to show and my period started to visit me. I remember that day clearly, I was sitting at the hallway with my bestfriend at the time, eating infront of our lockers when I saw him.

"Am telling ya girl, the answer of number 5 was c." I said trying to reason with her about the science test answers "I told you that if u needed help to study, I could help ya." I smile at her and move my arm upward to touch her shoulder

"Yeah, yeah, I know...are you sure it was not D?" she said frowning her eyebrows once more. We stayed in silence for a sec before bursting into laughter and tears

Little by little our laughs started to fade, allowing ears to hear the background and aswell some loud voices, it sounded like an argument but by the hears of it a fight was going to start soon. "What you think is happening over there?" Cassie murmured, I stared at the end of the hallway where apparently was were the voices were coming from.

"I don't know..." my lips formed a thin line while I was thinking about what could have been happening in there, "You wanna, you know, go and see?" I looked back at my friend

"Freak yeah" she laughed grabbing my hand and running down the hallway to see the soon to be fight.

Once we got there, there was a mass of students surrounding what appeared to be the ones who where arguing. "Ugh, I can't see, I hate been so small." I said, "Hey, that smallness is beautiful and you know you can use that in your own benefit" Cassia said and winked at me.

"I mean, yeah but I can't-" my word stopped at the moment I heard a want sounded and I believe to be a punch in the face. "You saw that!?" Cassie said, "That was freaking awesome, please tell me you saw it!" "Um, nah Cassie, I cant see a crap" i said while trying to find a whole where to see through.

It was only a matter of seconds until more punches were heard. I started pushing people more frantically, I wanted to see what was happening. When I get pass a few amount of studens I almost slipped, looked sown to see what was it and it was stains of blood, only a few but still.

"Oh gosh, disgusting." When I look up only a few students are still in the cafeteria and a guy wearing a grey hoddie was just there, staring at the bloodie face of another guy. I stared back at the hoddie guy and noticed a little hammer in his hand, and the words just came out of my mouth without even noticing, "Why the hammer? Want to be a constructed or something?" He just stared at me and pass by me without saying a word and keeping a neutral face.

"Who the hell was that crazy ass weirdo?" I hear Cassie's voice behind me. "I don't know" I responded, "But I will know...one day."

"Ok,ok, am not going to get in between your little search thingi but am sure he is not good news." Cassie said, "You saw what he did, and he has a FREAKING hammer, y/n! Covered in blood y/n!" She grabbed my shoulders from behind, "I think we all understood the message, stay the fuck away from him, honey."

And I just smiled.

Months later I learned his name. Wayne, Wayne McCullough. Fits the ring if you ask me. Everyone was speaking about how violent, crazy and wierdo he was, about how he was going to show up at your house to beat the hell put of you.

I just observed him by far, well, I like to think that I noticed him. I noticed how he usually beats up those who are some assholes jerks that have only one brain cell as much. Noticed that he is not much of a talker and a shy boy. Noticed how he makes his lips thin when he gets lost in thoughts. How he closes his fist when he is about to do something. His strangely high pain tolerance. His pale skin and dark hair appeared to me to be very llamative and aswell his strength. He was and is skinny but somehow has a great strength, maybe do to the unincredible amounts of fights he gets in. Experience makes the master is what the say...right?

Years went by, we entered to highschool and the nervousness along with the fast beating, sweating and butterflies were still there every time i either tought about him or saw him walking around.

Cassie stayed with me for a while until she decided to join the group of nasty ass bitches with no brain cells who believed no one was better than them. While I...well, I stayed small for a big part I guess, always with good grades, teachers love me and try to be nice with every one I guess.

Everything was going great until Cassie along with some guys recorded me somehow while being drunk and them trying to overpass the boundaries, and let me tell ya.. that was just the start.

The had videos of me at the school bathroom, pictures of my underwear under my skirts and dresses, them trying to touch me. I had to learn to defend myself, stopped using skirts, dresses, shorts even do I loved wearing the. Replace my shoes with tennis and always had hair ties.

"Y/n, wake up! You're going to be late for school, don't think ama wait for you!" I mom yelled.

"Yes, mom! Dont worry, am up!" I run down the stairs with my backpack, went to the kitchen, grabbed an apple and went straight to the car.

"Oh for God sake, y/n" she said went she looked at me and noticed my new hair style.

"What? You don't like it? I just cut it a little." I satered at her innocently

"Your father is not gonna like it and you know it." She said and the stress lines appeared in her forehead, "You know this is his weekend and-"

She couldn't finish her sentence because I started taking, "Am not going to that dickheads house, mother." I said strainly, "Don't want to see his and face of that bitch he cheated you with..." i lowly said but loud enough to hear.

"I know, honey but you have to and besides you get to see your brother!" She patted my thigh, "Haven't seen him in a while right?" She said with a sad tone

"You should be the one seeing him...not me." I stared outside the window, there were just some trees and houses and garbage.

Mom and dad divorced a while back, he cheated on her. The house was a mess that day, screams and broken glass everywhere. Sammy was lucky, he was at grandma's but I was home...listening to every single word. That was also the first time a sneaked out and the first time I sort-of spoke to Wayne.

"What are you doing here?" I heard someone said behind me, I looked and it was fucking Wayne

"Just trying to have some quietness i guess..." I stared at my fingers and started playing with them because of my nervousness, "...What are you doing here?" I asked softly

And he stayed silent...the whole time after that. Either way, his company was nice and the side profile, ufff, amazing.

"Ok, we are here." I stared at the building for a sec before giving my mother a kiss in her cheek and entered to the building.

"Hey y/n! Nice ass!" That was the jerk of all jerks, Jonathan.

I turned around and stared at him, "Oh yeah?" He nodded, "Want to see me shop of your dick?" Changed my tone while saying that into a lower and more serious tone. He just stared at me with sealed lips and left.

I continued walking to my locker and I come to see tgat my freaking lock is broken, I search in all the spaces but nothing is missing.

"Come on! They had just changed me of locker!" I silently yelled. Started grabbing my books for the next few classes when I felt a hand in my shoulder, by instinct I grabbed the wrist, pushed the person against the locker and added pressure in the throat with my other arm.

"Hey y/n" Orlando smiled, "New move?" I chuckled and removed my arm, now, standing face to face I respond

"You know you shouldn't do that Orlando bunny." I laugh st the nickname I gave him a few time ago. Orlando was one of the few FEW people who talked to me, well, he talked to everyone but still.

"I know... I just forgot I guess man." He looked down, "Y/n...have your tities grown bigger?" His face looked confused.

I slapped his head and punched his shoulder, "Could you please stop looking and thinking 'bout tities when am around you?"

"I mean, yeah sure...and sorry about your lock." He points the locker, "Wayne thought it was still his but since-" I cut him off before he could continue

"Wayne?" I asked confused

"Yeah, Is tha-" i cut him off again

"Why did he tho?" I murmured staring at my lock in hand.

"It used to be his locker but oh well...he missed school for 3 weeks and yeah." He grabs his backpacks laces after explaining.

"Oh...ok, is he still here tho?" I looked at Orlando

"I guess..." he was about to say pther thing when the bell ring and we started to go toour classes, "See you later gorgeous!" He yells from the corner of the hallway.

I stayed there...just staring at my lock for a while, then order my things fast and left to class. What I didn't know was that someone was watching at me.

Three days later, i was walking back home and i heard s car going at full speed and nasty comments were started to be listend. I kept walking trying tk pretend they didn't exist when the car is suddenly over the sideway and infront of me.

"YOU COULD HAVE KILLED ME ASSHOLES!!" I yelled.

"But...you are bot dead right, bitch?" Jonathan said getting out of the car. There were five, 2 guys and 3 girls. "Don't prefer to suck my dick and be my slut, promise I'll pay a good amount." He said infront of me,

"She is already a slut baby." Veronica said

"I bet she has sleeped with half school, wouldn't surprise me if you haven been org*e or something." You know, comments are comments, you are the one who decide what hurt you and whats does not, but being Cassie the one who said that...broke my freaking heart.

I couldn't stand it anymore, wanted to leave the place so i came up with a plan very fast. I walked closer to Jonathan trying to be the most seductive I could, touched his chest, abs and got closer to his ear and said, "You are going to regret everything" Punched him with all my strenght in this genitiles, stomp on his feet, punched his nose and ran the faster I could out of there.

"You bitch!" I heard from far but i continued running, I couldn't stop, i was scared, didn't know what could happen if the get me. I could hear the car engines behind me, but i didn't stop.

I was close a bridge, ran underneath it, passed some houses but i could still hear the voices and car. My legs hurt, i needed to catch my breath, i could hear my heart beat, my body felt on fire. When I less expected am suddenly trapped, there were some abandoned buildings and warehouses but no way to get put of there. This was it, my end.

"Couldn't escape from me you nasty little bitch!?" I heard his voice, i was never one to pray but believe when i say i begged to God to save me. "You ain't going anywhere...bitch" he was behind me, I could sense it.

My hair was pulled, he pulls me by my hair to his car and i notice that it's just him and another guy. Am not getting out of here.

"We are going to have so much fun!" He licks my cheek and i try to kick him wherever.

"HELP!" I yelled, "SOMEBODY PLEASE, HELP!" my voice sounded horrific, like if i hadn't drank a single drop of water in ages, "please" y murmure my last pledge before he finally puts me over the capo of his car.

"No one's gonna help you, you slut." He says, the other guy was just watching and standing still, doing nothing.

I gave up, didn't even notice I was crying until I tasted the salt in my lips. I felt him over me, unbucking my pants and then...i didnt felt his weight anymore, instead, i heard a cry of pain, and then another cry, and another and another.

I lifted my head and there he was, grey hoddie and little hammer in hand...my savior. I smiled.

My smile just grew bigger and bigger every second I saw that boy swing that motherfucker hammer, every second that Jonathan's blood was spilled. I lool around in search pf the pther guy scared that he might try to grab but I get calm when i see him unconscious on the floor.

A few minuts later th cries stop and i look up, Jonathan was missing 3 teeths and face covered with blood, i think he could even have a brocken rib or something.

Am sitting on top of the car's capo when a feel a slight, fragile touch.

"You ok?" Wayne askes pulling a string of my hair behind my ear.

"...now I am." I smile to him and he returns a little small tiny one with a grin. I was about to say something else when he suddenly speaks

"Want to be my girlfriend or whatever?" He says looking exhausted, I chuckle

"Try a little harder and I might be." I say soflty with a small thin smile and he avoids my eyes but I still get to notice a small blush.

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Hey! So, yeah. This is my first ever published thing. Hope you enjoyed it and if you want a part two or to keep writing, am open to any suggestion! Am not very good with the warnings section so if you could help me with it, i would totally apreciate that!

Thank you for reading,

[ur-stepdad]

i keep seeing drawings of nadiya in very fashionable clothes which are all really pretty and represent her personality but i can’t imagine her seeing fashion as anything but an inconvenience

what i’m saying is nadiya either does wear nice clothes that fit her but she owns 10 copies of the same outfit so she doesn’t have to think about anything

OR messy gremlin nadiya who wears sweats, stained clothes, and ill fitting formal wear