#that's not real and everyone I know is lying

[bucketgetter535]

This is not a cry for help (but it might be) PART SIX

WC: 3k CW: Drinking ish? Notes: LOL what is up everyone. Plz send live reacts cause they're always so funny for this fic. Anywayssss enjoy. progress but slow. P is me.

Paige didn’t even mean to wake up early.

Actually, she was planning to sleep in. Like, full on cocoon in the blankets, hide-from-life, pretend-last-night-wasn’t-real kind of sleep. That was the dream. That was the move.

But of course her body was like nope! You’re a fun little ball of stress so enjoy waking up at 7:12 AM on a summer morning like a psychopath.

So now she’s awake.

And Azzi’s still asleep, which is probably a sign that the universe hates her. Because Paige is lying there, eyes open, staring at the ceiling and trying not to think about how close Azzi’s face is and how her hand is still sort of half on Paige’s waist like it lives there now.

She carefully (very carefully) gets out of bed.

Azzi shifts a little, but doesn’t wake up, which honestly feels unfair. Paige’s heart is still going dumb in her chest. Like she didn’t just wake up from the most ridiculous, intense fever dream ever. Like she didn’t fall asleep feeling… whatever that was.

Anyway.

Downstairs.

Katie is already there. Already dressed, already moving around the kitchen like a sitcom mom, flipping bacon and humming something that sounds suspiciously like one of those country songs Paife doesn’t really like.

“Morning,” she says, all bright-eyed and unbothered. Like it’s normal to have this much energy before 8 a.m.

“Morning,” Paige croaks, voice hoarse and slightly guilty sounding.

Katie smiles. “Hungry?”

Paige scratches her head. She’s still in her Azzi’s T shirt and whatever shorts she pulled on before leaving the room. Her hair’s a mess. She’s blinking like a mole seeing daylight.

“I mean… I guess,” she says. “Like… I could be?.”

Katie raises an eyebrow. “That sounds like a ‘no, but I know I should say yes so you’ll stop asking’ kind of answer.”

Paige flops into a kitchen chair. “Wow, you’re good.”

“I’m all knowing,” Katie says. “It’s a skill set.”

Paige rests her forehead against the table dramatically. “Can I get a pass for today? I had a long night.”

Katie snorts. “You’re fifteen. Your definition of ‘long night’ is probably giggling under the covers and watching TikToks.”

“Yup,” Paige says, because absolutely not. “That’s exactly what I was doing.”

Katie plates eggs and bacon like she’s feeding an army. Or a teen athlete. Which… yeah, okay.

She sets it in front of Paige and pours a glass of orange juice like the food police.

Paige stares at the plate. It smells good. It’s too good. “I usually skip breakfast,” she says, almost apologetic.

Katie’s already flipping the next round of eggs. “Not in this house.”

“That’s aggressive.”

Katie points a spatula at her without even turning. “So is hypoglycemia.”

Paige raises her hands. “Okay, okay. Geez. It’s like I’m in detention.”

“You’re in a kitchen.”

“Same thing,” Paige mutters, stabbing at an egg. “One just has better lighting.”

Katie smiles at her over her shoulder. “Eat, Paige.”

So she eats.

She eats because saying no would feel rude, and because it actually tastes kind of amazing, and because even though she doesn’t want to admit it, she’s starving.

They sit in this quiet kitchen rhythm for a while. The house is still. The sun’s barely up. There’s birds outside and whatever else people say when they’re in the woods and pretending life’s not complicated.

Paige kind of likes it.

Which is annoying.

Katie glances over at her as she refills the coffee pot. “You sleep okay?”

Paige shrugs, chewing bacon. “Define okay.”

Katie doesn’t push it. She just hums and hands her another slice of toast like Paige is a project she’s already committed to finishing.

Paige eats that too. Because whatever. She’s here now.

“You’re wild,” Paige says eventually, gesturing with her fork.

Katie gives her a look. “Because I fed you?”

“Yes.”

“Then I guess that’s ok.”

Paige hides her smirk behind her juice glass.

She doesn’t say thanks.

But she eats every bite.

–

Okay. Here’s the thing.

Paige Bueckers has a long-standing, private, and very justified vendetta against swimming.

It’s not that she can’t swim. She can. She learned when she was five, thank you very much, in a chlorinated YMCA pool that reeked of bleach and childhood trauma. But she just doesn’t like it. Never has.

Maybe it’s the way her hair sticks to her neck. Maybe it’s the stupid way swimsuits always feel too tight or too loose, but never actually right. Maybe it’s the water. Or the sun. Or the entire concept of recreational wetness.

Point is—Paige is not a swimmer. She’s a hooper. She belongs on the court, not floating around like a dumb leaf in a lake full of fish poop.

But here she is.

In a lake.

With Azzi.

And Azzi’s brothers, who have been cannonballing off the dock for the last twenty minutes like they’re trying to flood the whole state.

And Azzi. Let’s talk about Azzi for a second.

Because Azzi is in a bikini. A purple one.

And it should be illegal.

Like genuinely, someone should call the authorities. Because Paige is trying her best to survive this absolutely blinding amount of hotness while treading water and pretending she’s not seconds away from drowning in feelings.

Azzi’s laughing and splashing her brothers and then wiping water off her face like she’s in a slow-mo summer movie scene, and Paige has never felt more like a soggy rat in comparison.

Her sunblock is already failing. Her legs are too pale. Her hair feels gross. And she’s fairly certain there’s a piece of seaweed stuck to her ankle.

“Why are you standing like that?” Azzi calls, chest-deep in the water, grinning like a demon.

“Standing like what?” Paige shouts back.

“Like you hate this!”

“I do hate this!”

Azzi just laughs. Tosses her hair back and floats on her back like the most graceful human to ever exist.

“Come here,” she says.

“No.”

“Come here,” Azzi says again, voice playful but threatening.

Paige swims over like a loser.

They float near each other, and Azzi bumps her foot against Paige’s under the water, which is so casual and also not casual at all.

Azzi’s brothers are still yelling about something. Probably who cheated in their splash war or who’s banned from holding the pool noodle. Paige has tuned them out.

Azzi leans in a little. “I’m hungry.”

Paige squints. “We literally ate like two hours ago.”

“I know,” Azzi says, dead serious. “But I’m still hungry.”

“You’re crazy.”

“Come get snacks with me.”

“No,” Paige says immediately. “We’re wet."

Azzi tilts her head. “So?”

“So the inside is are dry and I’m not about to walk inside like a wet sandwich.”

Azzi raises her eyebrows. “Wow. You’re dramatic.”

“I’m realistic,” Paige says, treading water like she’s on trial. “Also this lake is cursed. My foot touched something and I saw my life flash before my eyes.”

Azzi is so not listening. She’s already swimming toward the ladder. She glances over her shoulder and calls out, “Paige.”

“What.”

“Come get snacks with me.”

And Paige groans because she can’t say no. She literally cannot. Even if Azzi didn’t just do the over-the-shoulder look like she was in a Disney Channel original movie, Paige would’ve followed her anyway.

“Fine,” she says, dragging herself out of the lake like a half-drowned cat.

Her swimsuit sticks in all the wrong places. Her hair drips straight down her back. Her foot crunches on the gravel and she knows her face is red from sun or blushing or both.

Azzi waits for her with a towel and that face. The one that says I know you’re annoyed and I’m enjoying every second of it.

Paige grabs the towel. “I hate you.”

“No, you don’t.”

“I hate swimming.”

“Fair.”

“I hate wet clothes.”

“Understandable.”

“I guess the snacks are alright though.”

Azzi grins. “Mhm. THat’s what I thought.”

They walk inside dripping water everywhere. Paige leaves footprints on the hardwood. Azzi heads straight for the kitchen, opens the fridge like she lives there (she does), and tosses Paige a juice pouch.

Paige catches it. “Are we five?”

“Yes,” Azzi says. “Now drink it.”

Paige does. Because it’s cold and fruity and actually slaps. She leans against the counter in her wet swimsuit, juice in hand, and side-eyes Azzi.

“You in that bikini is actually a hate crime.”

Azzi looks over her shoulder, deadpan. “File a report.”

Paige takes another sip. She’s not even sure if her heart rate is from swimming or Azzi anymore.

Probably Azzi.

Definitely Azzi.

–

The thing about sunburns is that they don’t hit all at once.

No, they sneak up on you. They let you float around in your false sense of “maybe I actually tan now” security. Let you feel like maybe this time will be different.

And then they burn you alive.

Paige feels it first when she’s drying off after her shower. That tight, itchy stretch across her shoulders. Her arms feel like they’ve been microwaved. Her nose is pink. Her neck’s mad at her. Her face is just straight-up betrayal.

Honestly, it’s deserved. Paige vs. The Sun has been an ugly rivalry since birth.

Azzi had already passed out the second they got back from the lake, full-on snuggled into her pillow like she didn’t just look illegal in a bikini all day. Paige wanted to say something dumb to her before crashing, but it didn’t happen. Azzi was too cozy, too asleep. So Paige just showered, changed into her comfiest oversized tee, and tiptoed her way downstairs in search of cold water and peace.

She’s halfway through grabbing a glass when Katie rounds the corner like she’s been waiting.

“Oh honey,” she says.

Paige freezes. “What?”

Katie points at her shoulder. “You’re toasted.”

“I’m fine.”

Katie gives her a look that says absolutely not, try again.

Paige sighs. “It’s not that bad.”

“Paige. You’re medium-well at least. Come sit.”

Paige shifts uncomfortably. She tugs her shirt down like that’ll help.

Katie already has the aloe out. Like she was born with it in her pocket or summoned it from the mom void. Paige considers arguing again, but honestly she hurts and standing sucks and she’s tired.

So she sighs and sits.

“I’m not taking off my whole shirt,” she says quickly.

Katie sits beside her with the aloe. “You’ve got a bra on, right?”

“Yeah, but—”

“Then it’s fine. I saw you in a swimsuit three hours ago. I just want to put some aloe on it, okay?”

That somehow doesn’t make Paige feel better, but she pulls off her shirt anyway, wincing as the fabric tugs against her shoulder blades. She keeps her arms tight to her sides. Feels very aware of everything.

Katie is gentle. Like annoyingly so.

The aloe is cold, but it’s a relief. And Katie doesn’t say anything at first—just rubs the gel in careful, slow circles over the worst spots. It stings a little, but Paige isn’t gonna whine about it. She already feels weird enough.

She stares at the kitchen tile and pretends it’s not vulnerable or whatever.

She’s mid-thought when her phone buzzes on the counter.

It’s her dad.

Of course it is.

Paige flinches without meaning to. Her whole body goes still.

Katie pauses. “You good?”

“Yeah,” Paige says automatically, grabbing her phone. “I’ll—uh—I’m just gonna take this outside.”

Katie nods once, already back to capping the aloe. Paige pulls her shirt back on, not meeting her eyes, and practically escapes to the porch like the house is gonna explode.

The swing creaks when she sits.

“Hey,” she says into the phone.

“Paigeeeyyy,” her dad says.

And that’s… not great.

He’s slurring a little. Talking fast and slow at the same time. His words loop, like maybe he’s trying to sound casual but forgot what sentence he started three words ago.

She knows this version of him.

It’s not even the worst one. Just the one that makes her stomach twist.

“You home yet?” he asks.

“Yeah,” she says, looking at the trees. “Been home. Then came up here. Remember?”

“I miss you.”

That makes her blink. “Okay.”

“Tell Drew I love him,” he adds suddenly, like it popped into his brain mid-rant.

“You could tell him yourself,” Paige says. “He’s with you.”

But her dad’s already moved on. He’s rambling about the lake cabin they used to rent when she was little. About her mom, randomly. About how this whole thing with “her”, which means his wife, or ex-wife, or enemy number one, or whatever, “isn’t fair.”

Paige goes quiet.

She just sits there, half-listening, half-fading out, watching the trees move in the breeze. They’re green and soft and kind of blurry. It should be nice.

It’s not.

Eventually her dad says, “Alright. I’m gonna go, kid. Love you.”

Paige doesn’t answer right away.

“Paige?”

“Yeah. Love you too,” she says, and it sounds fake even to her.

He hangs up.

She sits still for a while. The porch swing creaks again. Her chest feels too full. Her throat feels too tight. She doesn’t cry, but it’s close.

Then the door creaks open and Katie steps out.

She’s got a glass of water and that look. The one that says I’m not gonna make you talk, but I’m here if you want to.

Paige wipes at her nose even though it didn’t run. Just to feel something.

Katie hands her the glass.

“Thanks.”

“You okay?”

“Why does everyone keep asking me that?” Paige snaps.

Katie just sits next to her. Doesn’t flinch. Doesn’t lecture.

They sit in silence for a bit. Paige sips her water. The woods are still moving.

She says it before she even decides to say it.

“My dad’s not doing great.”

Katie glances over.

“And I mean like, not great. Like spiraling and weird phone calls and barely holding it together and I think maybe drinking again but I’m not sure and I don’t wanna accuse him of stuff but also I’m not a little kid.”

Katie doesn’t interrupt. Doesn’t react.

“And it’s been loud at home. Like… bad loud. And I know I’m lucky to not be there but my little brother is there, and I don’t know how to help. And I feel bad being here. But also I don’t want to be there. Like, at all. So I feel double bad. And also I think I might like girls. Which is… not related but still a problem. I guess. I don’t know.”

She laughs, short and sharp and hollow.

Katie just hums. “That’s a lot, kiddo.”

Paige leans back against the swing. “Tell me about it.”

“I’m glad you told me.”

Paige shrugs. “You kinda Jedi mind-tricked me into it.”

Katie smiles. “I have secret mind control powers. It’s a thing.”

Paige looks at her. “I thought Azzi made that up.”

Katie shrugs. “She did. But I like it.”

They sit there until Paige finishes her water. The sun’s going down now.

Katie stands up eventually and ruffles Paige’s hair before she heads back inside.

Paige leans back, watching the trees some more.

And for once, everything’s kind of quiet.

–

The room is quiet when she comes back upstairs.

Azzi’s still in bed, curled toward the window, blanket all bunched up under her chin like she didn’t just spend the afternoon being hot and chaotic and bikini-evil. Paige stands there for a second in the dark, watching her breathe, trying not to think about the porch swing or the phone call or how her whole body feels like it’s made of too much.

Her sunburn still stings. Her throat’s tight again, which is fantastic. She’s tired but not tired. You know?

She climbs into bed gently. Like quietly-lower-yourself-gently, blanket-tug-silent-exhale kind of gentle.

Azzi stirs the second the mattress shifts.

Like of course she does.

Paige freezes. “Sorry,” she whispers. “Go back to sleep.”

But Azzi already reaches out, eyes still half closed. “You’re back,” she murmurs, and she’s already moving closer, sliding an arm around Paige like it’s nothing. Like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

Paige flinches. Just barely. But it’s enough.

Azzi’s hand brushes her shoulder and Paige hisses.

“Ow—sorry—”

Azzi pulls back immediately, blinking awake now. “Shit—sorry babe—”

Babe.

Babe?

And then she kisses Paige’s shoulder. The unburnt part. Soft. Just once.

And Paige’s whole brain short circuits.

Because what the hell. Who does that? Who says that? Who kisses people so gently they actually feel like crying?

It’s not like a big kiss. It’s not flirty. It’s not anything but real.

And Paige is… she doesn’t do that. She’s sarcastic and annoying and full of noise. She doesn’t just…get touched like this.

“You alright?” Azzi whispers.

And it’s a real question. Not one of the dumb ones like everyone keeps asking. It’s not like you okay? like a formality. It’s soft. It’s asking in a different way. Like Azzi can feel something on her.

Paige blinks up at the ceiling and does not cry. She doesn’t. But her eyes sting a little, and she breathes weird for a second.

“I’m fine,” she says.

Azzi doesn’t believe her. Obviously.

“Your back’s okay?”

“Yeah.”

Azzi hums. Her hands trail lightly across Paige’s back, carefully avoiding every place that might sting. She doesn’t press. Just lets her fingers move slow and steady, like she’s tracing Paige’s heartbeat through her spine.

Paige exhales into the pillow. Her whole body starts to un-tense. Not all the way. But some.

She doesn’t say thank you. She doesn’t say anything at all for a while.

Azzi just holds her.

One hand on Paige’s waist. One hand moving in lazy shapes on her back. Her forehead pressed against Paige’s shoulder like she belongs there.

And Paige? Paige stays really still. Because if she moves, she might cry. Or scream. Or say something stupid like I needed this more than oxygen tonight.

And like, she knows it’s dumb. It’s just Azzi. She’s just being nice. But it feels like something more. It feels like..

Like like? 

Being in-like?

Paige’s chest doesn’t hurt as much now. And her skin still burns, but a different kind of burn, the kind that’s actually kind of okay.

[solargeist]

Does everyone now actually belive Grain layed the egg since it hatched

i think the baby announcement gets lost in translation

most hermits did not believe he laid that egg. Clearly not, its the size of his head ! Theres no way.

Doc believed him though, who lies about that ? Babies are serious business.

But for everyone else, when they hear the egg has hatched, they think Oh ! a dragon !?!? in the overworld !?---Oh. No? A baby. A baby you said ? He had a baby ? The egg was a baby ? For real ? You're not lying ?

Horrifying. Multiple Hermits visit to express their shock and guilt for abandoning him in these difficult times.

The truth is cleared up quickly, no, he did not lay the egg.

Grian knows that truth now too, which makes it easier and quicker to explain.

[spikeface]

Man, Scott's murder just gets to me. It's the cruelty of it. Theo tears away all his friends and manipulates him and betrays him and humiliates him and poisons him and leaves him to bang on the bars of his cage for hours, knowing his murder is coming. He makes one of Scott's best friends try to kill him, makes Scott pick between dying and killing this kid. And Scott takes a violent beating and the only reprieve comes from another loss--that someone else has died, someone Scott has tried so hard to save, someone else he's failed. And Mason is so scared and needs answers Scott doesn't have, help he can't give. And all of that's over in seconds because Theo's gonna kill him even when it gets him nothing.

It's the smallness of it. Scott dies for nothing except Theo's desire to kill him! He won't get any power out of it, the Doctors don't care. Theo wants to kill him because he's "perfect," something that has to be so bitterly laughable to Scott right now. He's gonna kill Scott because he's a werewolf--because he was attacked in the woods one night and has been a target ever since. He's gonna die for that! He's gonna die because Theo is so obsessed with things that don't matter, being a real werewolf doesn't matter. It's so small and Theo's killing him so violently over it.

It's how desperately Scott clings to whatever little he has left. He's ground down so relentlessly into his own powerlessness. He can't save anyone, he can't escape, he can't fight, he can't breathe. By the time Theo kills him, he can't even stand--Theo is holding him up by the claws he's got buried inside him. Mason's lying unconscious beside him and Theo could kill him so easily if he wanted and Scott can't stop him and he's got to spend his final moments facing that. He's fought so desperately to have any control over his body and his life and to make things better for others, to make meaning of the violence that was done to him, and this is where it's gotten him and everyone he cares about. He's got a few final breaths before this person he thought was his friend--whom he tried to help--silences him forever and the only thing he's got is man, at least I know what matters. And does it really matter when all it gets him is those final tortured breaths before he dies alone and in pain.

[echosbento]

You want thin people to reblog instead of like? Fine. But you won't like what I have to say.

I weigh a hundred pounds soaking wet, gaining weight has always been my main goal and I'll never get to know if it's something I really truly wanted because I've spent my entire life being told I need to gain weight, build muscle, look more like a human and less like a skeleton. I was born with such low muscle tone I couldn't move, and have had severe joint pain my entire life, but outside of my pediatrician and a doctor I was only able to see twice before he moved across the state, I've gotten the same response from every single doctor I've spoken to. I'm too thin to have something wrong, I must be making it up. Exaggerating. Lying to get drugs. Hysterical. Almost every cis person I know feels the need to remind me, because they know I'm trans, that I'll never really look like a man, I'm too small and cute for that, I'll always be a boy at best and a girl in pants at worst. I'll never be handsome, I'm cute, pretty, I should stop being so ungrateful about it. I can't fit mens clothes without looking like a kid wearing their dads things. I'm too big to fit into kids clothes. I don't get to exist as myself, not unless I make or alter the clothes myself. And then I'm back to being called a girl because men don't sew, according to them. I look too much like a 'girl playing pretend' to get prescribed testosterone, even before Trump took office, handed that election by the very same people telling me I was too small and thin to ever be a real man. I'll probably never be able to get top surgery, because doctors want you to have been on T for years first, and I can't even get prescribed because doctors take one look at me and decide I'm lying, that a real trans guy would at least be bigger than this.

The difference between me and you has a hell of a lot less to do with weight, and a hell of a lot more with who we target our valid anger at. I don't hate fat people, I hate fatphobia and the system it's created. I hate the world we live in where everyone is expected to be one specific 'correct' 'average' shape and size that no one will ever perfectly fall into because we're human and everyone's different.

But you hate thin people, people like me, because of something we have just as little control over as you. You don't hate the system, you hate it's other victims.

I will continue being mean to thin people because the entire world is made for you but people like me can't get a diagnosis without threatening to sue the doctor <3

[l0s3rd0wnt0wn]

We got saiki reader, how about kaido wb reader? I think they lowkey got matchy personality cuz of how weird they are. Kaido!reader who's convinced that a evil organization is controlling the world and it's out to get them and they're the only one who could stop it with their "hidden power" which what causes reader to be an outcast within the batfamily ofc

Based on this one saiki k post

KAIDO!READER: You may have been neglected for a strong portion of your life, all these fantasy ideas just to make your life a little bit more interesting. You may not be a vigilante, a dark stalker of the night, but you can just dream it, and it's just as good as the real thing. You may not be as special as the Robins, have keen fighting skills, and amazing senses, or be raised by assassins. Drink, interesting person. Overall, even awkward moments, it was great to talk to. Someday you'll finally grow up and stop blaming Dark Reunion for all your troubles, but until then, you'll be the little weirdo that everyone loves, even if that love isn't from the person you want to be.

KAIDO!READER! Who blames literally everything on dark reunion? Stub your toe? Dark reunion. Fail the math test? Dark reunion. Your adoptive family ignoring you? Ignoring you? Yeah, definitely dark reunion. They're trying to kick you down, hurt you, see you down in the mud, but that won't ever happen. You're strong, you're resilient, and with the power you possess in this red bandage, dark reunion will never get a one up on you.

KAIDO!READER: You have a little cassette tape that plays your theme song when you appear in classes, when you show up for hangouts with your friends, and when you're doing almost anything. Really, the cassette tape always plays, making your entrance known and you do a silly little pose to show how important you are. I mean, in a crowd of people, some would say you are the enemy stand user. Just look at you, you have your own theme song for when you enter an ice cream shop while you pose, asking for cookies and cream.

KAIDO!Reader: You like to claim that you're stronger than ten men, but you have the power of a wildebeest in the claws of a mountain tiger when, really, you're built like a stick and have the muscle mass of a four-year-old. When playing sports, you are the one who is last picked just because, well, you suck at them. Literally, a dodgeball that wasn't even thrown that hard knocked you out for half an hour. If one is a little too strong, one day you'll fly away into the distant sunset with your theme song playing.

KAIDO! READER: What time did you get yourself out of a love confession by lying, saying, "So sorry, this evil power that dwells inside of me will never let us become lovers, and with dark reunion after me, how will I know I can keep you safe? Sorry, we can't be together," you say solemnly, walking down a hill, but you end up tripping, rolling down, your cassette tape playing your theme song as you roll. So much for trying to look cool.

[mcflymemes]

PROMPTS FROM DATE EVERYTHING (PART 1) *  assorted dialogue from the 2025 video game, adjust as necessary

i ordered this couch, but it popped, and now my kitchen is all wet and covered with wet stuff.

i need you. i need to care for you. it is the reason for my existence.

do you want to go on a date?

can you tell me how the book made you angry?

your life is about to change. hope you're ready.

let's go on a date right now.

trust me, this is going to go super well.

if everyone were friends, the world would be an awful lot safer in my opinion.

i've seen the complications of love. i've lived through the jealous quarrels of hate.

the true bond is one between two friends with none of the intricacies of romantic tension.

i like it much better up here where i can see your face.

hey there, stranger.

we've been sleeping together so many years, it would be a little weird if you didn't know me, don't you think?

it's a shame for someone as cute as you to be alone for so long, isn't it?

will you be bringing someone back here anytime soon?

i do hope you'll come talk to me. it'd be nice to finally get to know each other.

you've caught me at a strange time.

that's okay. i like being naked.

why are you here? what are you doing?

please, please... i'm not ready. not like this.

i've dreamed of this, of meeting you, finally... and now the moment is here, i... i just can't. not yet.

honestly, that's a objectively terrible password.

i get chills just thinking about it.

i would love to answer that for you, but the knowledge would no doubt drive you to madness.

can i be honest about something?

it's just that... before today, i had all these needs, but i couldn't articulate them to anyone.

you're quite the looker, aren't you?

i have had enough attention on me, thank you very much.

i can't say i'm looking for anything too serious right now.

i just want to see you live a little, that's all! stop watching life pass you by! enjoy yourself! kiss someone! kiss many someones!

my senses are heightened when i'm in a mood.

the physical connection between him and me... it is like nothing i have known before or since.

thank you, sincerely, for listening.

you're serious? you're not fucking with me?

do you, like me, enjoy celebrating at the altar of your own glorious form?

i knew i could count on you.

are you as excited as i am?

you are radiant.

i was thinking we could visit some very naughty websites together.

honestly, you're being super disrespectful.

we'll have to work on that enthusiasm.

get out. i've got work to do.

what brings you to the call of night?

i have been waiting in the abyss in search of a companion.

you? i always thought of you as a companion, someone who followed me around and gave me advice. cute, but expendable.

do you enjoy coming here?

i assume you brought your tools and knowledge and... probably a snack of some sort?

i am beside myself with happiness.

what can i do for you?

today was supposed to be my day off.

how much do you think about me?

for you, there is almost nothing i wouldn't do to help you relax.

to know that i'm giving you precisely the thing you want at that moment... oh, it fulfills me. it makes me whole.

as soon as i fulfill your command, your desire, i become the one with the power.

sometimes i cannot resist playing your sensation. just a bit. i am a craftsman and you are my clay.

now i have truly said too much.

i'd be lying if i said i wasn't just a little bit sweet on you.

hold onto me real tight.

[i-nssomniia]

Can we get high school au with Joker🥲🙏🏼 (I love ur high school au fics smm)

Just a physical education lesson?

Pairing: Joker/Hajun x reader

Tags: college au, secretly in love!Joker, panicking!Reader, a hint for the future relationships

Note: of course, darling! I'm glad you like it! i love<< (do you even remember how the author presents the Joker to us? Always awkward and inferior to girls! I think if I met him in real life, I would really be a little scared of its size, but then... hehehehe, it’s size hehe)

@shintaru @wthphe1n @dzvelinaskebiyars

college au part1 with Wooin college au part2 with Owen college au part3 with Hyuk college au part4 with Vinny

"Oh.."

You hold your breath, lifting your head to look at him. He's so tall that you have to tilt your head up a lot to see his face.

"Physical education teacher paired us up"

You nod briefly at his words, your breathing is a little unstable. He's so scary.. Your classmate Hajun or Joker, as everyone here calls him. Why? you don't know, and you definitely don't want to know the answer, because you're almost 100% sure that it has something to do with something violent.

You fidget with the hem of your t-shirt awkwardly, panicking inside. Hajun always intimidated you not only with his appearance, he's taller and wider than you, but also with his gaze! Sometimes you feel like you've crossed his path like a black cat on a bad omen, and he's silently planning your murder.

"Are you feeling unwell?", - his voice sounds so harsh as his body leans slightly towards you, causing you to take a step back reflexively, waving your hands in front of you as you respond too hastily.

"No, no, I'm fine" - nonsense, you're not fine. You feel like when you will do exercises together, he's just going to break a couple of your bones with his brute force. This guy is a boxer in a college boxing club! - "Let's just get it done quickly and be done with it"

you awkwardly walk past, trying not to accidentally touch him, as you make your way to the sports mats to start your exercises. and you're ready to believe in God right now, and pray on your knees like a nun, just to stay intact. and why is it that your friend decided to get sick and not come today? because because you couldn't choose a partner at the beginning of class, you're forced to be near him.

you take a short breath, trying to calm your heart rate, "you're first" - you look back at him over your shoulder, noting the frown on his face. maybe you should have actually said you were feeling sick? you feel like your body temperature has risen.

Hajun walks past you, sitting down on the mat, bending his knees. you sigh, sitting down in front of him, reaching out with shaky hands to hold him in place.

"Closer, otherwise you won't be able to hold on", - he pulls your hand towards him, and you reflexively move your body forward, securing his knees with your hands and his heels with your feet, - "Hold on tight"

And you instinctively apply more pressure as he checks the hold and begins the exercise by starting the timer, folding his arms behind his head and lifting his torso. You try not to look at him, mentally counting the number of his bends until he stops. your heart beats faster when you look up at him. he's so close.

"How much?", - he asks you, his voice softer than usual. Up close, his features seem softer. You've never seen Hajun from this angle, as you usually look up at him.

"..ah, 61" - you correct yourself, looking away from him. He doesn't seem as threatening as usual. And damn it, 61 times in less than a full minute? And he hasn't even broken a sweat.

he doesn't say anything, just gets up from his seat, so easily escaping your grip, even though you're pressing with full force. how strong is he? you switch positions with him, putting your legs in your knees, lying back on the mat, and closing your eyes. the fear of him crushing your legs with his hands settles in your head, sounding like a terrifying siren.

but instead, you feel a gentle touch, like touching crystal, that takes your breath away. again. not out of fear.

"Start", - you sigh briefly as you begin to lift your body. And damn it, the seconds haven't even reached the middle of the minute, but your breath is starting to fail, and sweat is dripping down your temples. And every forward lean feels so awkward.

and when the minute is up, the gym teacher comes up to you to write down your scores. you're definitely screwed, you know you did a bad job, but your eyes widen when you hear Hajun's answer. he added a few numbers to give you a good grade for the sports standard? and the image of this intimidating guy in front of you, kneeling with those soft features, gentle touches, and almost pink cheeks, crumbles. wait, pink cheeks, what? Are you sure that's what you're seeing?

and it seems that the rest of the lesson consists only of awkward moments and Hajun's touches on you. and you're sure that he's embarrassed every time you're so close. because now you look at him more often, even though a while ago you were afraid to breathe around him!

and even if the rest of the lesson passes in silence between you, you can feel his gentle touches on your back as he helps you pull yourself up on the lower bar, and you can hear him exaggerating your results. If the first or even the second time you could say that Hajun was just losing count, then no, he was doing it on purpose.

your mind is racing with a million thoughts as you change clothes and walk out of the locker room after class.

"Hey", - a rough voice from the side makes you stop and look up again, - "this is for you. You did a good job"

Hajun hands you a cold bottle of water and takes large steps towards the exit, leaving you behind in a daze. Did he run to the vending machines to get you some cold water?

you look in the direction he was heading again, but he's nowhere to be seen. and the only thing you can hear is your own heart beating in your ears. this damn bottle of water causes goosebumps more than a long-awaited birthday present.

and Hajun, hurrying towards the bathroom to wash his face, his cheeks burning so hot. and the silent hope that you didn't see him nervous around you, blushing every time he touched you.

and one day he will come to you again, under some stupid pretext to help him with the material that he supposedly did not understand in class, so that he can be with you for at least five minutes close to you. because he can no longer just look at you from afar and blush like a stupid schoolboy in front of his first love (oh, no, he is exactly like that, completely whipped up just for you).

just give him time, okay? one day he'll give in to all of Wooin’s teasing and ask you on a first date to an amusement park. he knows you love it, he's heard you talk about it. he'll buy you cotton candy and ice cream, and he'll hold your hand and lead you by the hand, nervously keeping you close to him so you don't run into anyone, and he'll even cover you from behind so your skirt doesn't ride up.

but right now he's here on the college campus, squeezing his t-shirt, washing his face with water, nervous because you've spent so much time close to each other.

and he's secretly glad that your friend got sick, leaving the two of you alone, and he was able to take that first step towards you.

oh, his size–

[clueingforbeggs]

In a fascist military state, well, firstly, they probably wouldn't have been able to break into RAF Norton Brize in the first place, they only managed to because the defences weren't up to scratch at an RAF base.

In a fascist military state, if the military decided to support a country, which we do give military aid to Israel, the army would have started arresting or killing all supporters of Hamas, possibly even people who hate Hamas but support Palestinian people like myself and Geordie, a long time ago.

In a fascist military state, police officers wouldn't be waiting around to see if a protest turns violent, or if someone starts something clearly racially aggravated (as if they haven't already...) to someone who just kinda knows that Jews celebrate different holidays from Christians and are considered an ethnoreligious group.

In a fascist military state, people wouldn't have been able to protests in support of a terrorist group just because they find-and-replaces 'Hamas' with 'Palestine'. In fact, people still wouldn't be able to do so, as long as they aren't supporting PA.

In a fascist military state, there would be no press freedom. State news would report the narrative the military wants you to hear. Internet access would be much more restricted (there are a few restrictions on sites that break the law, but you probably wouldn't be reading this post on Tumblr without a VPN), and if you don't already, you'd know how to use a VPN and an onion browser. You'd know that sometimes a URL doesn't look like a URL. And you'd be risking everything every time you connected to the wider internet.

In a fascist military state, the Supreme Leader would not have responded to an attack by an ally fascist military state (hi Yanks, if we're one, you definitely are) on an enemy in the Middle East by asking that Supreme Leader to please try to restore peace, not continue fighting.

In a fascist military state, your childhood would have been very different. If you were a member of a youth group, like Scouts, you wouldn't know a single person who wasn't a Scout. If you weren't a Scout, sorry, you were. If you went to a state school, which I bet most of you reading this did, here's a new term for your vocabulary: Combined Cadet Force. In a fascist military state, it's not just a thing at some private schools, and a few state schools. You were part of that, too.

In a fascist military state, there's definitely conscription. I bet some of you voted for Starmer because Sunak wanted to bring in conscription. Sorry, but in a fascist military state, you are or were a conscript. And forget 'if you say no you have to do community service', if you say no, you go to jail or die. If you're older, you're likely now a reserve.

If you think that proscribing a group that has existed as a hate group since 2020, in 2025, makes the UK a 'fascist military state', just because the final straw was attacking a poorly defended military base... What do you gain from lying about how oppressed you are? Because that's all you're doing.

I see no difference between this and when an American sees a map of the world which points out privileges they have as an American, that people in other countries don't have, and decides that based on vibes the map must be racist, because it called people in parts of Africa oppressed or poor, and everyone knows that Americans are the real oppressed and poor people. Yes, this is about people who respond to shit like official metrics used to determine if a country should give monetary resources to other countries or receive the monetary resources as being 'part of the Eagleburger Goodness Index', or who think we should stop reporting on the state of press freedom across the globe because if we stick our heads in the sand about how some countries in Africa don't have much press freedom, if any, the issue will go away, and we can still treat the US as having the worst press freedom ever!

You are in, or at least talking about, a constitutional monarchy. A country which has a figurehead who inherits the title, an upper house of people with titles, a lower house of democratically elected people from different constituencies, some of whom (although they don't turn up) are part of Sinn Féin. Seriously, look up their history and tell me if you think they'd be allowed to exist in a fascist military state, let alone run for parliament.

The UK government proscribing a group that breaks into military bases and sabotages aircraft does not, at any level, make it a “fascist police state.” Be so fucking serious right now.

[ba-matorangirl]

I... I need to rant-vent. Does anyone else feel like Optimus Prime was lying at the end of the film when he was giving his speech? Lying to me, lying to the audience, lying to everyone on Cybertron, lying to himself. And his hope in general conflicts with the reality of his situation? Because they are not together as one by the end, they don't all have the power to transform, to become who they were destined to be, to right wrongs, to make their world better, here, not all are truly Autobots. And deep down, Optimus knows this. Because of Megatron, the thing wearing D-16's skin. He banished him as his punishment for his crimes because he thinks his best friend is lost forever.

Seeing Optimus and Megatron become enemies was bad enough. But the fact that nobody, not even Bee or Elita, was emotionally affected by or acknowledged what happened to Megatron and the high-guard (notice how they don't even console or comfort Optimus, nor does he even address his feelings)... that the energon was flowing again and everyone got their cogs back, all without everyone there to see it (Megatron and the high-guard)... that the one person who needed that hope the most never got it... to top it all off with that speech at the end. It's emotionally suffocating, like I can't fully process my feelings.

I was never the most hopeful or optimistic person, but I don't like to pretend everything is fine, and I prefer to feel my feelings and not turn to stone. If you don't acknowledge the horror or hopelessness of a situation, you can't look for a solution. If you don't sit with your pain, you can't receive comfort. It really does feel like Optimus is just pretending everything is fine when it's not. Like he's trying to forget about Megatron/D-16, cut ties with the love they shared, that he's truly let his friendship with D-16 die. Not only does it fill me with hopelessness and despair... it also fills me with a real, genuine rage beyond the capacity for rational thought. Because I feel LIED to, like Optimus lied to himself and to me. And that he won't feel his feelings.

What Megatron did was wrong, and we can not downplay his actions. And I understand why Optimus was upset, and he's completely justified to be. But he doesn't understand WHY Megatron left him to die, why he tried burning down Iacon. Or just how much he was hurting. That he's still good at heart. Just like how Megatron doesn't understand why Optimus took the bullet for Sentinal. He wasn't trying to save Sentinal, but he was trying to save Megatron. Because... Because he loves him. I don't know if banishing Megatron was the right punishment.

I know I shouldn't feel so angry at Optimus and feel bad for both him and Megatron. I am still very much horrified and heartbroken by... by what Megatron did. And believe me, I try so hard to understand both of them. But that's just it. Why can't Optimus just let himself cry? Why is he pretending everything is fine when it's not? He may be a Prime... but he's also just a man.

I've lost hope for Optimus or Megatron. Isn't there anything that can keep hope alive for their future?

[hypogryffin]

In the ryugoro comic you posted recently, is this a point in time where everyone (ie makoto) knows that akechi is black mask, or

Like I may be missing some obvious thing but I’m surprised the phantom thieves saw ryuji beefing with akechi and jumped in on akechi’s side

knowing about akechi's plan to kill joker is probably an extremely good reason to not want ryuuji to antagonise him imo? theyre all actively trying to get along with him and act like they dont know about his real intentions, and they walk in on ryuuji, who is additionally known to be Incapable Of Keeping A Secret, about to attack him. that could be a massive blow to their cover, and immediately taking his side when ryuuji was pretty visibly the (physical) aggressor would be dangerous as well

akechi has many of his own reasons for being a bitch, as always, but was intentionally provoking ryuuji to create conflict within the group. maybe to give them reason to believe skull was inherently untrustworthy or otherwise cause a schism between him and the thieves, with the end goal of isolating him from the others which would make it harder for them to fight back once it reached a point in time where akechi would be killing them.

it was safer for them to "play that part" in the moment than it would have been to completely side with ryuuji, Known Violent Troublemaker, with no context as to why he was punching akechi

it wasnt an intention to make it seem like the PT genuinely thought ryuuji was in the wrong. they probably understood he had his reasons, and would listen to his side of the story once they were in a setting where akechi wasnt there. they all would trust ryuuji and believe him, and i imagine the most theyd genuinely be upset with him for is that from the PTs perspective he could have been seriously jeopardising their "cover" if the fight continued. its just hard to get that specific nuance when the only scene shown is them still Actively Lying to akechi bc hes still in the room

[missvelvetsstuff]

Misunderstandings & Miscommunications

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Reader works as an administrator for the Thunderbolts* and quickly falls for the White Wolf. The team is hesitant to trust her and drama ensues.

Note: As usual I'm stuck in a story and starting yet another one. This has been rolling around in my head since we went to see Thunderbolts* so hopefully getting this out will help knock some inspiration for The Situation Room and No Benefits.

I've tried to keep the reader neutral but she is a she and as always taller than average. I haven't seen a story like this one but haven't been able to keep up with all the new works so if it seems similar please know that's not my intention.

Warnings: Swearing, cannabis use, Thunderbolts* spoilers, angst

Chapter 5

After Bucky left, Poppy changed into a sleep shirt and shorts and went thru her bedtime routine knowing she would need some rest to deal with what was coming. After eating an edible, she dreamed of bright blue eyes and soft but chapped lips.

It felt like she had just dozed off when someone knocked on her door but when she looked at the clock Poppy could see it was almost 7am. 3 sharp knocks. She groaned and climbed out of bed to answer.

She opened it to see Carli with a smirk on her face. "Come on puppy, the team needs to speak with you. Your jig is up."

Poppy looked at her confused "My jig? What the Hell are you talking about?"

Carli scoffed and grabbed Poppys arm roughly "Right, like you don't know. We knew you were dirty and now the whole team knows, even your precious Bucky."

Poppy pulled away from Carli "I don't know what the fuck you're talking about but keep your damn hands off of me or I'll make you regret it."

Carli laughed "Yes, I'm so scared of the office manager puppy, I'm sure you're lethal."

Poppy pulled on her bathrobe and slid her feet into her slippers, yawning "You're welcome to test that assumption at your earliest convenience." She giggled "But you might wish you hadn't."

Carli scoffed "Whatever just get your ass up and to the main conference room."

Poppy smiled "What ever could you be up to? It's too early for my birthday. Hmmm."

She followed Carli into the conference room but her face fell when she saw the cold glare Bucky gave her.

She walked over to him and touched his shoulder "Buck? You okay?"

Poppy flinched when Bucky jerked his arm away from her and moved to the other side of the room.

Poppy followed him meekly "Bucky? What's wrong?"

He turned and scowled at her "Were you ever going to tell me? Tell us? What's wrong is that I don't know who the Hell you are."

Poppy felt her eyes fill "No, Bucky you know me. You know-"

"I know what "Poppy"? He snapped at her. "I'll ask one time and you better fucking tell me the truth." He paused, breathing heavily before speaking, deathly calm "Are you related to Val? What's the real reason she has you working here?"

Poppy laughed nervously "What are you talking about? I'm not related to Val and she hired me to handle the business part of-"

"Stop with your lies!" Yelena snapped "We know the truth so stop lying and maybe we won't hurt you."

Poppy glared at Yelena "What is it that you think you know, exactly?"

Carli had been waiting to pounce and took her shot "Val is your aunt. You've been spying on us this whole time."

Poppy rolled her eyes "Val was my aunt. Was. She was with my uncle but isn't anymore. Val asked me to spy on "those losers" her words not mine but I've always been on the team's side. I know exactly who and what Val is."

Yelena frowned "Who's your uncle?"

Poppy laughed "What? Ms big bad black widow couldn't find that information? My uncle isn't relevant, this is about me and you have no evidence that I've done a single thing against any one of you. Everyone here has secrets."

Ava finally spoke up "I've known Poppy for years and she's always been my friend. I have no reason to distrust her."

Carli snapped back at her "Did you know she was related to Val?"

Ava yawned "By marriage, she used to be related but isn't now."

Carli bristled "You knew but didn't tell anyone? Maybe you can't be trusted either,"

Bucky spoke coldly "So you were spying on the team for Val. If you were on our side then why not tell me?"

Poppy looked at her hands "At first I didn't know if I could trust any of you, except for Ava." She looked at Bucky sadly "Then I was scared and the longer I waited the worse I knew it would be but everything I said to you, everything that happened between us, I meant. I've never fallen for someone like I have with you."

She sighed "I didn't tell Val anything important or serious, just like -"

Yelena "How are we supposed to believe you? And who is Hughie? Your boyfriend? You talk to him a couple of times a week, at least."

Poppy replied "You can believe me because Val has very rarely come here to check on us. Remember the paintball fight? And how someone accidentally bought paintballs that weren't water soluble and wouldn't clean up off of the walls? Did Val call any of you about it? Or come here complaining about the cost to repaint? No. You know why? Because I took care of it and never told her. Out of my own money."

John tried to say something but she didn't let him.

Poppy snapped "How about when Alexei and John were sock skating everywhere and slammed into the glass wall, cracking it all to hell? No! Again because I never told her and paid to replace it myself. So maybe I'm not the one you need to be spying on and pointing fingers at!"

Poppy took a breath to calm herself before looking at Yelena "Yes, I knew you bugged my phone. Some great spy you are, Yelena, I knew you were sneaking around, hacking my laptop and phones. You were so obvious, nowhere near as slick as Natty was."

Yelena growled at the mention of her late sister but Poppy interrupted her before she could speak "Hughie is a close relation. In fact, he's the only living family I have left. He'll be back in town in a few weeks and I'll introduce you to him."

Yelena wasn't placated "What's his real name? I couldn't even find a complete birth certificate for you. The one I found had your place of birth and fathers name redacted. I've never seen anything like that before. Who was your father?"

Poppy rolled her eyes "He died a long time ago, when I was young so it's irrelevant. In fact-"

Before she could continue, Poppy was interrupted by the conference room door opening, her eyes grew wide when she saw who it was. "I should have known you were behind all of this, Mel. What's the matter? Still miffed that I'm working here instead of you? Trying to get in good with Bucky?" She scoffed "Yeah, I heard you begging Val for this job but you're just too important to her. Isn't that what she said?"

Mel shook her head "Oh, Y/N. Don't be mad that I told your new friends the truth about you. How you were booted from the CIA for inappropriate relations with more than one of your supervisors and how Val saved you from obsolescence by putting you with Dr Foster. If it weren't for Val you'd be working in some call center."

Poppy laughed "Is that what Val told you? And you believed her? Bless your heart."

Mel's smirk dropped at that "You're right, I shouldn't believe anything Val says but that doesn't change how you lied to this team."

Poppy looked at Bucky who was still staring at her like he was trying to untangle this mess and find the truth. "Bucky, can we talk? Alone? Please."

The team was sitting in silence, waiting to see what else would come out about Poppy and Val. They turned to see Bucky's response.

Bucky sighed "I don't know. I need some time to think." He moved to leave before stopping to turn to Mel "Would you like to go get coffee with me?" He smiled and offered his arm.

Poppy felt like she had been punched in the gut and her eyes started filling up again, barely whispering "Bucky?"

Mel smirked at Poppy before turning to Bucky and smiling "Of course" she took his arm and followed him out of the room.

Yelena sat back, gloating "Looks like we saved Barnes from whatever you were planning on doing to him. It's a start but when I'm done with you, you'll wish you never heard of Thunderbolts."

Poppy shook her head "And when you find out the truth you'll wish I was still home in California." She stood and stretched before looking straight down her nose at the shorter woman "You see, there is more to me and my presence here than my former aunt knows about but you'll have to wait until everything is said and done before finding the truth. I was planning to tell you all sooner but there's no point now."

Poppy sighed "You might want to keep an eye on her with him, she can't be trusted."

Yelena scoffed "Mel? She's the one who helped us figure out what Val was up to. She helped Bucky figure out how to find us and the evidence of Val's plots."

Poppy smirked "Did she now? Are you sure? Or did she help Val wrangle you all into where she wanted you, a presser announcing the "New Avengers"? Just something to think about."

Poppy nodded to each person at the table before leaving the room with Ava trailing behind her.

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The next couple of weeks at the tower were awkward, at best, but Poppy showed up every day and did her job no matter how much it killed her.

Poppy felt an empty ache in her chest, like she had been hollowed out, every time she saw Bucky and he made it painfully obvious he was intentionally ignoring her, unless it was work related. She had given up on trying to get him to listen to her.

Mel came to the tower almost every night, sometimes she ate with the team and sat in Poppys old spot, next to Bucky, others he took her out.

Poppy ate in her room or Ava's for every meal, she couldn't stand being around Bucky as he ignored her and definitely didn't want to see Mel or hear the teams gossip.

One night when Poppy went to the kitchen to get her dinner she saw Mel, dressed up in a cocktail dress. Bucky walked past her like she wasn't there, in a tuxedo with his hair slicked back and greeted Mel with a kiss on her hand. Poppy felt her knees weaken before rushing back into her room. She never had dinner that night.

She stopped doing all the extras that she had been for the team, like baking fresh treats from scratch, stocking the snacks they liked and making sure their laundry was done properly. All the little things that they took for granted stopped getting done. The teams chore chart was up but without Poppy to remind people about their chores every day, few were done. The common area devolved into a disaster with dishes, food wrappers and laundry everywhere.

Everyone but Bob and Ava refused to speak to Poppy and started sending her texts or leaving post its on her desk when they needed something. She responded by creating a request form and sending an email to advise the team that all requests must be submitted by email or they would be ignored.

The tension was growing to a head and small arguments within the team started spilling over until they were tattling on each other to Poppy like grade schoolers.

Something needed to give but before it did, Poppy finally got a phone call "Hughie?" and left the tower quickly after hanging up.

Yelena went to follow her.

@preeyas-world

[majaloveschris]

Hey Maja,

You’re level headed, I mean that in the most respectful way. 😅

But I had to flip the situation so to speak and really ask myself hmmm what if we’re all wrong about this being PR, like what if to Chris it looks completely different. He is just a guy from Boston who happened to get famous due to talent. He’s done pr in the past yes and seemed to be authentic.

But just like life people change. Chris was never Steve Rogers, Chris is just a guy like many of people’s exes. What if he decided to do things differently and this is who he chose regardless of how it looks. Maybe he wanted to keep his fandom and image and that’s why it’s so PR looking like he’s playing the Hollywood game, but also working to help establish his wife. I just had to the look at another pov and like Lisa may indeed have accidentally liked something, it happens. Celebs are human and you don’t think they get tired of random strangers talking shit to them or stalking friends and family, you don’t think they’d see how invested online strangers are and try to play with people just to stay relevant and also just because.

Chris is simply living his life like the rest of us and Hollywood dressed him up and he’s played along, but now he’s trying to manage that plus his private life to another celebrity that doesn’t align to the image he held for so long and it’s just coming off as so badly business and fandom wise, but to him he just thought he was smarter and thought oh if I share her online people will love her, maybe he didn’t know she trolled or didn’t care if she did. Chris doesn’t know any of us to care. We assume these celebrities actually give a damn about this fandom shit, but they probably don’t.

People lie, he speaks in interviews that goes to BILLIONS of people so I don’t expect him to tell personal stuff too much more either especially these days, people are crazy. But to the fandoms limited view they see every video dissect every move to mean more that what it actually is.

I just wonder if this has spiraled and eventually we do unfortunately learn that Chris was an image while the real Chris Evans is simply human and this is real and the life he chose to live, just him and not to uphold some fake image, but he’s forced to keep playing that role as well.

If this doesn’t end by Summer or before their next anniversary, I do hope many people start really questioning reality. It’s easy to get caught up in parisocial relationships with celebs and not even know it.

Hi, thank you so much! I think it’s already crossed everyone’s mind at least once that what if this whole thing is real? And I don’t think this thought is bad; I think narrow-mindedly thinking this can’t be anything but fake is much worse, because then you will start misunderstanding everything that comes out and think everything proves something, or your point, which is not true.

Chris has never been and never will be Steve Rogers, and I don’t remember him ever stating the opposite. I never really understood why people thought in the first place that he is like him or can ever be. He is a fictional character after all, and as you said, he is just a guy, filled with flaws like all of us.

But let’s talk a bit about the theory you wrote down: what if this is real, but he is, on purpose, trying to make it look like it was PR? First of all, that would be extremely disrespectful towards his wife. If he decided to marry her, then go ahead and show her off. If he’s actually been doing that, he just made everything worse, because after a while people will realize that he was lying and playing them, and oh, that’s gonna be another shitshow. Because him playing people to make them think it’s not real and doing this just to save himself because he chose a not-so-good person as his wife is even worse than this being real. And while I don’t like Alba at all, that would be really humiliating for her as well. However, I find it highly impossible that this would be the case. I don’t think he is that bad of a human being, and you can clearly see in his body language that their relationship isn’t any more caring and loving behind closed doors as well. I mean, for example, when the NYC pap walk came out, and that random girl uploaded that video where they were seen as well, you could’ve seen how they act when they think they aren’t being recorded.

Lisa’s like, It could’ve been an accident, but considering that she didn’t really interact with her or anything like that, maybe only after this whole thing came out, says a lot, especially when you can see that she is still supportive of Minka, for example.I think these people care about what people say more than you would imagine. Half of the things that are being said and done wouldn’t have been if they didn’t care. Because of this whole whatever-ship, his career took a hit, not even a small one. People unfollowing, fans leaving after decades. His team noticed that; he noticed that. Celebs love saying that they don’t care, but they do, more than you would imagine.

Fans obviously care more than any random person who comes across an interview of his. While I agree that some things are being blown out of proportion, I do think that we can’t deny the inconsistency of their relationship. Even if it’s real, it’s clear they want to sell a love story that most likely never existed.

I do agree that after a while we need to let this story go, even if it turns out to be not real in the end. It’s funny because will we ever actually get to know what this was? Probably not. Even if this ends one day, we will never actually know the truth. But after a while everyone will get tired of this and move on with their life. They either will „accept” her presence in his life, try to forget that she exists, or leave the fandom. Either way, I hope everyone will do what’s best for their mental health because this isn’t worth yours, that’s for sure.

[olliepop718]

“The quiet of you”

Everyone knew Jin as the loud one.

He was always cracking jokes, dramatically reacting to the smallest things, and throwing his head back in laughter like he was performing on stage—even if it was just in the dorm kitchen over a burnt piece of toast. Cameras or not, Jin had a way of commanding a room without trying. People were drawn to him—his charm, his warmth, his comedic timing.

But there was something most people didn’t know.

That when the doors were closed and it was just the two of you, that version of Jin slowly melted away.

It was the end of a long day, and you were curled up on the couch in his apartment, his head resting in your lap, your fingers lazily carding through his hair. No cameras, no interviews, no rehearsals—just him, in a hoodie and sweatpants, eyes soft and sleepy, a content hum vibrating in his chest.

“I don’t have to be funny around you,” he mumbled, voice low and quiet, completely unlike the Jin the world saw.

You smiled and leaned down, brushing your lips across his forehead. “I like you this way.”

“I like me this way too,” he said with a sleepy chuckle. “It’s… peaceful.”

And it was.

With you, he didn’t feel the need to entertain. He could fall asleep mid-conversation. He could whisper instead of shout. He could cry if something on TV touched him without making a joke to cover it up. He could let you see the cracks, the fatigue, the gentle.

He’d cook for you in the mornings, barefoot and humming softly. He’d make you laugh in the silliest ways, but only just enough to hear your giggle, not to put on a show. He’d pull you in for slow hugs, arms warm and strong, and just hold you—longer than most people would, like he needed it as much as you did.

One night, as he traced lazy circles into the skin of your back while lying in bed, he whispered, “I think the real me only exists when I’m with you.”

You looked at him, surprised.

He kissed your shoulder gently, his voice calm. “I mean… this me. The one that doesn’t have to keep everyone smiling. You don’t ask me to be anything. You just let me be.”

Your heart swelled.

“Because you’re enough,” you said simply. “You always have been.”

He didn’t respond right away—just pulled you tighter into his chest and let out the kind of sigh that sounded like relief. Like he could finally breathe.

And that’s what he was with you.

Not the world’s “Mr. Worldwide Handsome.”

Not the loudest laugh in the room.

Not the comic relief.

Just Jin.

Soft.

Gentle.

Completely, beautifully himself.

With you, he didn’t have to be anything more.

And that was more than enough.

[this-is-intersexism]

The fact that perisex trans people lie about having a "hormone disorder/endocrine disorder" or "chromosome disorder" or whatever else to get HRT or surgery, thinking it makes them safer.

DHDDmods made a really good post about it, explaining how it actually puts you in more danger to have that on your medical file, that it perpetuates the idea that intersexuality is a "defect" that needs repairing, and that it skews intersex statistics and studies.

But their post barely has any traction in comparison to the dozens of other posts we've seen actively promoting the appropriation of intersexuality. Which infuriates me because it means soooo many perisex people are being told that its fine to appropriate our experiences.

Why do people think its fine to use us as a free pass for medical transitions?

this is... complicated.

erasure of intersex people and our oppression made it seem for some people that it's safer to be intersex than trans. it's false assumption. it's dismissive of oir struggles and dangerous for people who fall in it. intersexism is real and often violent.

so lying that you are intersex (aka "have hormonal/chromosomal/whatever disorder," all of this describes intersexness) to avoid *harassment* is disrespectful and unhelpful. intersex people are often harassed for their looks. it doesn't provide any safety and feed in harmful public narratives (that intersexness is disordered).

but. in the case of preserving access to transition specifically, to medical procedures, i think it's more complicated. for example, if trans person has their gonads removed, they need to take hormones to not get dangerous health complications. it is medically urgent situation. if the laws in their state suddenly change and transition get banned, they may not be able to maintain access to their necessary therapy without pretending to be intersex. is it terrible situation? yes. but i genuinely don't see any good decision for these cases. it's lying in medical records, moving away, or diy. and some people don't have access to moving away or diy.

people, of course, shouldn't see this decision as easy pass because it's not. it's subjecting themselves to other discrimination (intersexism) that isn't easier to deal with. and people should think about it and consider other options and risks. it should be very thoughtful decision. but i can see why it may be the only available option to stay alive and/or not get dangerous health complications.

it is bad decision. but sometimes there are no good decisions. i absolutely believe that pretending to be intersex when you're not and feeding intersexism is bad. but i also believe that rules exist to live on them, not to die on them. so if the choice is between life or death (and for some people losing access to medical transition may mean death. due to severe dysphoria and suicide, due to medical complications without hormones, due to being imprisoned for diy hrt — and prison is a very dangerous place for everyone, and especially for trans people), i'd rather have people lied than dead.

yes, it has negative effects on intersex people. it feeds intersexism. it skews statistics. i want people not do it willy-nilly. i want people know that they use intersexist oppressive system and see it not as easy pass, but as bad thing that should be dismantled when the world changes for better. but i can imagine situations when this is the lesser evil.

of course, all above works only if putting "disorder" in your medical docs is only way to get hormones or surgeries. if there is legal way to get these procedures as a trans person, then people shouldn't use intersex people and medical intersexism for transition, and it will be extremely intersexist to do so.

if i misunderstand or overlook something, feel free to correct me. and sorry that i probably disappointed someone.

[jimpagne]

Or you could flip it on its head and say that you are acting like a cultist, stupid solo, or ignorant Army because you are refusing to accept that they are, indeed, together. They literally told us this yesterday in big loud letters to shut up those doubting them after the sightings. I really do not know what more these two have to do to make people like you see it, and it is incredibly disheartening, imagine how they feel. They are more devoted, committed and loving than any straight couple I know of personally, and they show us this time over. If you still chose to ignore it because YOU need to hear it in full from their own mouths, than that is on YOU, and again, makes you no different from the cult. How about you leave those who know, who see, respect and support them alone. Thanks

Someone severely lacks reading comprehension, I see.

Where in my post did I ever discredit their bond? All I said was to NOT ENGAGE WITH NOR SPREAD STALKER CONTENT and to be careful before spreading information because it could be potentially false.

I never said to truly write off eye witness accounts, but to do the rational thing and take them all with a grain of salt. Because do you know what taekookers do? They hear a rumor, run with the rumor, and won't let anyone else tell them otherwise. They ignore any other voice of reason, ignore when people in other spaces try to disprove something or provide better insight. They also consistently ignore what HAS been stated and vetted by saying "what this person said is lying", or "Jungkook and Taehyung can't be open about their relationship because they're being controlled by the company", or blah blah blah, whatever suits their narrative.

Do you want Jikookers to end up like that? Is that what you want? For us to have someone come online and say "I saw Jimin and Jungkook at [location] doing [blank]", having everyone spread and believe it without any HEALTHY doubts or any disclaimers, and then later having it proven to be untrue?

Am I saying majority Jikookers move like that? No. Absolutely not. I am saying that if we continue to endorse this behavior, the slope becomes a lot more slippery.

All I was doing was proposing safer techniques to deal with candid information like this, but you only saw me say "don't be like a cultist" and got triggered.

The fact is: Everything is speculative until directly proven otherwise. Theories are theories until fundamentally proven true. If you cannot recognize that, that's a dangerous way of thinking.

Like I said, at the end of the day Jikook being a couple in and of itself is still speculative. That is the cold, hard truth. That's not saying "they're not real" or "they could never happen", that's simply saying that we must respect the possibility of it not being true, and that we should create a somewhat respectful boundary between us and them before making theories and promoting them as 100% facts.

You can believe that they're real, but it's completely normal to hold doubts about something that hasn't been completely confirmed. One thing that is 100% real and 100% vetted is their mutual love and respect for one another as two people who have been friends for well over a decade. They endured some of the greatest hardships of their lives together, so anyone who says that they hate one another of course is completely delusional.

Though it is true that a lot of the claims that Jikookers make are often proven to be true later on, that doesn't mean that every theory made by a Jikooker by default is true. This is why it's important to be mindful.

If you don't understand that, that's entirely on you. If you want to endorse stalking or dangerous behavior by leaking their locations or their hotels, you go on right ahead. Just letting you know that it's scary and dangerous, and I wonder how you would feel if someone followed you around and constantly compromised your privacy to millions of people to get back at the people who 'doubted them'.

Being right at the expense of someone's personal life or security is not always the best. Spreading unvetted information without a disclaimer on the internet is still dangerous regardless of if you have no ill intent behind it.

Also, surprise suprise, I am a Jikooker. I am just one who tries to be mindful about information and sources before completely believing in it. A lot of Jikookers on my timeline were wary about the sources, not because they were antis or moving like taekookers who were desperate to disprove it, but because it's just the natural thing to be inquisitive about secondhand information.

I hope you reread my post and think a little more critically about it before jumping on me <3

[6feathered6siren6]

I have a fic request. What if reader ghosted the entire server and after years, they find them again but reader doesn’t remember them at all?

Haunting Parasite(Ronin x Reader)

Authors note: This was in my mind while I was working, and I wanted to make this so much worse, but I promise to make this hurt comfort(there might be a part 2 to fulfil that) so its lighter. This is also mostly Ronin's pov, hopefully I did it right :3, had fun with the idea I wrote, anyway, stay hydrated and enjoy!! o7

Trigger warning:

Death/corpse

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The novel was a hit. Sure, it was under an author's pen name instead of your real name, what if they knew? But it was done. You don’t… really have to talk to them any more. The days you have to keep your eyes over your shoulder, watching for any strange movement. You can worry less, the novel was giving you money, enough to leave your job and rest in another city, state, hell, country if you want to. 

—

You were never online again. It didn’t show activity from your profile, nor were you lurking. Ronin was staring at the mod activity on his side, at first he thought you were just busy, but looking further it showed the device you have the server was offline for a month. Did you just skip town? After the Devil graciously gave you everything you desired, you left him. Leaving his heart open and yearning for yours. You wanted a grace of the world and knowledge he lived in and now left without a goodby, only getting what you wanted. 

You got it, you got your book as a number one hit, making it into a movie. Though you never show that you wrote that book, he knew it was you. After all, the main character is basically him, his story, his kills, and life was blasted into ink. 

He didn’t know what to feel, mad? Pissed? He knows he is angry with you. But he also is worried. He knows he’ll see you but when…

–

It was two years… Two years. From just a month to you being gone, the server had your server name changed as MIA. You were gone. Everyone knows that you are not coming back. Ronin’s mood soured for weeks, but he seemed better, he just always had you in his mind. Like a parasite infecting his brain, always there but never going away. He always gets into your dms, never texting, just looking. Yearning that text if you ever come back. 

He was supposed to be the one haunting, not you. The latest news about you was about you writing another book. Would you crawl back? Wanting more inspiration from him?

He groans. He needs fresh air… Maybe hit that spot Angel spoke about.

—

When he walked into the cafe Angel recommended, he didn’t expect to see you there. On your computer typing away, you look different, dark circles defining your eyes, saying that you haven’t slept, but the cup next to you probably won't help you either. His eyes were on you, staring at your form. Hoodie and sweatpants, comfy clothing while writing in this cozy cafe. 

But more importantly, you were in front of him. Getting his drink and slipping into the chair in front of you. You didn’t even notice him, well until he tapped his finger next to your laptop. You look up and lower your screen. Before he could make any remark about you going ghost,  you said something that squeezed the idea that you will crawl back.

“Do… I know you?” You tilt your head the same way you usually do, like a puppy learning something.

His dark eyes widened, he felt scared. He could feel his body tense. “It’s me…” His voice was lower, maybe you're lying and just pretending. “Ronin? The one that gave you knowledge.” 

“I’m sorry.” You shook your head. “I don’t know you. Maybe we passed each other before?” 

Your eyes were looking at him, those colors he remembered, the way your hair was messy, looking unfamiliar. The more he looks at you, the more he sees someone else. He knew it was you, but… it wasn’t.

“Well, darling,” He remarks. “You dropped everything and left the devil in the dust. The devil gave you what you wanted and you left without a thank you. How could you do that?”

Your response? Raising your eyebrow. You were just confused, like… 

“I’m sorry?” You pulled only one side of your lip into a lopsided smile. You looked so uncomfortable. 

Before anything could happen, your phone ranged, and you slipped with a weak apology. Leaving him in that chair. 

You were still in this town, or you moved back. He was struck, you were here, but you didn't know him, or acted like you didn’t know. He wasn’t in the mood for his drink anymore. Letting it become lukewarm.

—

The plum haired male was in his alleyway, hand on wall as he walked, feeling the bumps and ripples on it. His mind keeps going back to you, you were there in his thoughts, like a leech, clinging on. He couldn’t do anything without you haunting him. 

‘Sorry, do I know you?’ 

Of course, you do. He’s Ronin, the motherfucking Devil’s Butcher, the one who gave you a taste of his aorta, the man who gave you what you wanted. He kicked the corpse’s arm, the body was a few days old. Already making his alleyway smell more like rot. 

He groans as you infect his thoughts again. He’s acting like a teen with a crush who wasn’t getting attention. It was getting worse. You clearly moved on, like you didn’t have those moments of the ball almost dropping that you weren’t a killer. He picked up his blood painted crowbar, and started heading home, it’s been a few hours since he saw you. He should tell the server, letting them know you are alive.