#this is really grinding my gears rn

[navramanan]

no this show is pissing me off this shit doesnt make any sense

[cryptidshuffle]

GEE I WONDER WHY! I WONDER WHY THERES A TEACHING SHORTAGE IN FLORIDA! HUH! ITS A FUCKING MYSTERY! WOW! THATS SO WEIRD! WEIRD THAT THERES A TEACHING SHORTAGE! IN FUCKING FLORIDA! WOW! THATS SO STRANGE! WHAT EVER COULD POSSIBLY BE THE REASON! FOR THE TEACHING SHORTAGE! IN FLORIDA!

[innocent-until-proven-geeky]

i just think that maybe if your reason as a professionally diagnosed autistic person for hiding that diagnosis is that you don't like when other professionally diagnosed autistic people call something ableist... it's less that the thing itself isn't ableist and more that you probably have some internalized ableism to work through

[snazum]

I love being neurotic and absolutely blowing things out of proportion and freaking out for no reason. AHAHHAHA Fuck you random anon ask that was most likely a goddamn bot I was so freaked out. I hate everything. I cried for no reason. And maybe had a slighttt panic attack. hhhhh fuck. And if you are real reveal yourself and maybe I'll apologize.

[sasvke]

coming to terms that I was never even mildly popular on any social platform despite being online for over 15 years is SO HARD like I watched some of y’all get popular for the shittiest cringe content and now it’s too late bc teenagers can make fine art on procreate now I’m so,,,,, defeated

[squydworm]

I think it’d be really funny if the rat grinders like do whatever they do and their plan and get a quest or whatever and then when faced with an actual battle at their level they just… suck. Like sure they have powerful spells or attacks but like their action economy must be absolute garbage. They aren’t stocking useful spells cause why would they need to use shield against rats. The BBEG has a breath weapon and they all stand in the same place. Cleric in front who has no healing spells because they haven’t needed healing since they were freshmen. No creative use of spells or terrain.

Cause rn I feel like to me it’s kinda obvious they’re gonna take over the party and all that and totally show up the bad kids and be super cool, and a part of me just wants to watch them absolutely get themselves in too deep because they thought killing rats was how to be an adventurer.

And then the bad kids could help them and it could be fun and interesting. Or they could watch them burn idk. Just my personal fanfic I want to see the rat grinders fall they really grind my gears haha jokes anyway fuck kepperpity lillyfetal

[scientificallyaccuratedragon]

Decided to look up origins of life videos on YouTube to see how up-to-date they are and it's... not good. It's like reading that one subsection in that one chapter in all bio/biochem textbooks about origins and it only talking about the RNA World as it was presented decades ago, just now they also ALWAYS add in the bit about alkaline hydrothermal vents and nothing else. Things are much more complicated then that, but the videos hardly indicate that fact, nor do they even mention any of the other popular models. In fact, ocean floor hydrothermal vents may arguably be less popular of a location for models than surface lakes right now, but since they're a newer model and flashier they get all the attention. Plus some of the videos use such sensationalist and overly "poetic" language that they end up being just incorrect and misleading. I'm getting super tempted to make my own video serious in the future since I have a love for science communication and teaching, too bad I have no knowledge of video production.

[chamomiletealeaf]

Hey girlie girl- I don’t know if you’re taking requests rn (i probably coulda looked somewhere but didn’t) but lemme put this out there and you tell me if you’re down.

So imagine johnny or ghost (u pick) walks in on you pillow humping a plushy …

OOH

Sorry this took so long to get to so much has been happening 😭 but I'm in a Johnny mood today so I give you this:

Warnings: MDNI, pillow humping, dry humping, tac gear kink

You didn't think Johnny would be home for another week or so, but he wanted to surprise you, so he didn't tell you he was coming home early.

It's been months since you've had him, in more ways than one, and you were starting to get really frustrated. Your vibrator and dildos just weren't cutting it anymore.

So, you decided the closest thing to your Johnny was his clothes, and his pillow, which gave you an idea....

With slight embarrassment and a blush of what you were about to do, you pulled off your pajama pants and replaced your shirt with one of Johnny's, and inhaled his scent, which made you smile. You missed him so much, and his scent comforted you.

Hesitant, you climbed onto the bed and straddled his pillow. It felt wrong, but it's what you needed. At least to get you through his absence.

You moaned at the feeling of the fabric rubbing against your clit as you began to speed up. You planted your face down into the mattress as you continued to ride his pillow, rocking your hips back and forth, drunk off his scent on you and between your legs.

You were so focused on cumming on Johnny's pillow that you didn't even hear the front door open and close over your whines and moans, nor did you hear Johnny's footsteps approach the bedroom.

He was confused when he walked in the house to an empty room. He had assumed you would run up to him and embrace him in a hug, so he went looking for you.

He heard the noises from your shared bedroom and he smirked, finally clocking what you were doing, and why you weren't at the door.

He peeked his head in and leaned against the door frame crossing his arms, enjoying the show in front of him.

"Fuck me Johnny.." You whined into the mattress as you panted ragged breaths and humped his pillow.

That set Johnny off.

He walked up behind you and put his full body weight on you, covering your mouth when you shrieked.

"Good thing I'm home then isn't it bonnie." He growled into your ear with a smirk.

You gasped, then wiggled out of his grasp to give him a hug.

"You're home??" You asked, arms wrapped around his neck.

You then realized what he caught you doing, and you pulled away, blush rushing to your cheeks.

"We'll talk about that later. Right now I wanna watch you finish what you started." He says, and you look away.

"C'mere." He said, and pulled you into his lap so you're straddling him.

"Is this my shirt? Ya missed me that much did ya?" He asked, gripping the hem of it, and looking up at you with a sly expression.

You were too embarrassed to speak so you just nodded.

You were wearing just your panties and his shirt while he was fully clothed, tac pants on and everything.

Johnny laughed and gripped your hips, pulling you down onto him and making you both moan.

"Well I'm here now bonnie. Use me instead of my pillow yeah?" He asks while squeezing your thighs.

You lean into the crook of his neck and begin to rock your hips against the bulge in his pants.

Johnny moves his hands to your hips and guides you back and forth in his lap.

"Fuck bonnie just like that. Rub that perfect little pussy on my cock."

You continue dry humping Johnny as he starts to buck up into you, his tac pants creating the perfect friction.

"Fuck Johnny just like that. Feel so good. Missed you so much." You whine.

"I know dollie, missed you so much too. Fuck, gonna cum bonnie." He grunts.

It isn't long until you're gripping his thick biceps while your eyes are rolling back, pussy pulsing around nothing as you cum in Johnny's lap.

He cums too, staining his tac pants from you grinding on him.

After a moment, Johnny leans in to kiss you, his hand gripping your hair tight to pull you as close to him as possible.

"What a pretty little surprise I came home to huh? Missed you." He says, and you giggle.

"Just wait 'till I get these clothes off and then I can give you a good and proper fucking." He growls and throws you backwards against the mattress so he can strip himself of his heavy gear.

"Wait." You say, putting a hand on his chest.

"Keep it on." You say with a smirk, and Johnny chuckles darkly.

"Well fuck me." He says, the image of you gripping onto his tac vest while you cum around his cock flashing across his mind. "Better hold on then bonnie." He whispers in your ear with a smirk as he guides your hands to his vest, which marks the start of your very, very, long night.

[py-dreamer]

So... I know I'm late...

But yea! I said I was coming back with some stickers and I kept my word! I would've hoped that I could've completed the sheet in like a day but as you can see...that didn't work out

I know I've been a bit MIA lately but burnout sucks. I do have a lot of WIPS I really want to work on but again, it seems that the ProcrastiNation hath struck my feeble mortal brain again.

But anyways:

I headcanon Aroace Mei, just a personal headcanon (disagree if you like) I also like lesbian Mei but thought I'd give some aroace appreciation

Silktea was only given 1 episode but OH BOY did it fuel our wild shipping habits. And I jumped on the bandwagon. It's a reference to that scene in She-Ra where Scorpia tells Catra she 'didn't want to do this' then wraps kitty up in the blankey and cradles her like a wee baby. And Sandy would do that for any friend, I will die on this hill

Saw a fanart where Mk had a pig nose themed pacifier and I just yoinked that idea. The pig hoodie and the pacifier seems like something Tang would do for Pigsy (also to get away with free noodles cause who can say no to that face?~)

Mac showing Wukong the lantern. What can I say, mans' fascinated by them pretty lights. Though our little performer's eyes seem to be straying from the show (^u ')

I know many people have issues with shipping with Nezha and such and I know the two had a rough history but y'know what fans do; they love to make the people who kill each other soulmates (platonic, romantic or otherwise) Even if it wasn't romantic, I still love the idea of them being buddies and just chilling, the danger noodle prince and the angy prince snuggle and watch a movie (mainly from Nezha 2019 but I also saw New Gods and can I just say, I want those two twinks to bicker then kiss awkwardly and I want Yun Xiang to BEAT. HIS. ASS) but in case anyone asks, I do perceive Nezha to be a consenting adult in general outside shipping drama and if the two are adults, it does make my heart squeal when I see these two hold hands and whatnot

HOW COULD I EVER FORGET MY SPICYBOIS, inspired by that one Ponyo kiss scene. I was actually gonna make a bigger piece but then I saw someone do it already in a much better fashion than I ever could and I just gave up on the idea but Ig here, its just like the two cakes mentality and I gave it a go. Hope I could do the concept justice

Have spider queen or scorpion queen ever interacted before? No. But they are both queens and I believe Spider Queen's confidence could rub off on Scorpion Queen and she'd appreciate the company of Spider Queen's children henchmen. Also she give yummy food so lesbian venomqueens for the win

Redraw of that moment with Peng and Azure. I normally detest that bird but these two do get some gears grinding and whatever anyone says. Neither of those two are straight. I'll tell ya that.

Toxicinsanity is another rarepair that had like 1 sec screen time. I don't think they'd ever work out in canon and had virtually no chemistry. I still love all the fluffy ship content I can find of them though and if it ever were to happen. I think the mayor would scare the sh!t out of Syntax

Let's get at least one hetero couple here, Chang'e and Hou'Yi are a couple of favorites ngl, I took most of their outfits from Over the moon cause both of them looked stunning, Chang'e especially. I've seen people ship mah girl with other people and while I do agree it's healthy to move on, in my heart she will always long for Hou'Yi

Also irl, on valentines, my mum took us out for lunch, she treated us to bubble tea and donuts. We walked home so I waited to drink mah drink in my room while I drew and I accidentally finished it all... I'm so sorry mum

f*ck I forgot ironbull. Uhh....I'll draw something later, rn I need to go to bed before I get yelled at...

click pic for less sh!ty quality!

[masterdizzi]

Hear me out....

I am really, REALLY, REALLY NOT a fan of what they have been doing with Colette, when I first saw this skin, I found it cute but it's clear now that like Charlie, it was horny bait from the start.

I couldn't say this in the subreddit because they would chew me up, spit me out, Bully me for maining Nita and who knows what else.

But I have always loved Colette for her fun and eccentric personality, and I have always pitied Janet for being seen as simply a horny joke rather than an actual character but now this is all people will talk about when Colette comes to mind. Charlie got lucky imo, if everyone didn't despise her so much, she would be 100% horny jokes too.

The worst part is how they had to outright confirm that she is a 'young adult' just to justify her sexualization

How old is Edgar then, because I vaguely remember his OG description labelling him as a "kid"

(EdgarXColette shippers are in shambles rn)

I have always, always, ALWAYS seen Colette as a silly little teen who likes to yap about her hyperfixtations to peeps.

This was 100% just an excuse to sexualise her which is odd because they seemed (rightfully) strongly against Janet's fanservise and recently removed the brawlstars p*** sub.

(I was making jokes about how that was a good thing, luckily they didn't notice I was serious)

The BS fandom got super weird over Charlie because of a slight cleavage and Janet despite her not having the hourglass shape, now I won't be able to say Colette's name without someone saying something horny

and I will have to pretend I found it funny so I Don get abused

Now I'm not against this sort of fanservice, I was more than fine with what they did with Charlie, and Lola's sexualization has never bothered me. It's just Colette specifically that grinds my gears and how they felt the need to conrifm she is a "young adult" for the sole reason of sexualization her.

I was actually glad when the fandom started thirsting over Charlie because it took attention away from Janet, whom I had never felt comfortable with as far as fanservice goes.

One of my favourite brawlers reduced to this, I'm crying.

The subreddit has also been a slightly less pleasant place to be since then and nobody actually agrees with me because I am unfortunately horrible at arguments.

I just hope that SC drops another "ultra fanservise" skin for Lola, or Charlie or an actual adult so Colette can rest

JUST LOOK AT HER, SHE'S GOT SO MUCH PERSONALITY, they can't do this to her rip

The rest of the loading screen is FIRE tho, Toon Spike and Boss Rico are major W's

[jeanboyjean]

PART 3: jean has friends

a/n: teehee! guys im on a roll rn weekly updates? who is she wc: 5.8k MASTERLIST | AO3 taglist: @honeybleed @cptnleviackerman @plutoccult @milky-aeons

“So Jean, what do you do in your spare time?”

Leaning back in your chair, you stretch out your arms behind you and roll out your neck. It’s another week into semester and you and Jean are back at it again, in the same room as the week prior, trying to get ahead on the report for the day’s lab. The two of you have been sitting here for the past half hour in a mostly comfortable silence but you've just finished most of your part and it’s time for a little break. The comforting scent of earl grey lingers in the air, wafting from your travel mug while the sound of Jean tapping away on his laptop fills the silence. His jaw ticks when he hears your voice and his hands pause, hovering over the keyboard. 

“I'm sure there's more to you than gym and study. What are your hobbies?” You try again, rolling your head towards him. 

Jean sighs. To your delight he bites, pushing his laptop away and crossing his arms over his chest. The motion flexes the muscles in his arms, drawing your eyes to the corded slopes of his forearms. You try not to let your eyes linger, instead flicking them up to catch his mildly annoyed expression. 

“I hang out with my friends. I listen to music. Why do you ask?” 

“Oh, no reason. I was just curious,” comes your cheery response. This week, you’ve decided to take a new approach to Jean - this being that you’re going to be as unbothered as possible. Truthfully, you really couldn’t care less about him, so unfazed are you by his character. His rude nature towards you may grind your gears but at the end of the day, you don't know this guy. His presence means almost nothing to you. It’s so insignificant in your life that you don’t even know why you’re bothering asking him these questions or why you’re grasping at straws to ask him more. As long as he pulls his weight, you're perfectly fine to not get along - in fact it’s the most ideal outcome.

You cup your head in your hands as you peer up at him with mild curiosity. “What kind of music?” 

“None of your business.” He huffs. His eyes flit to you and then away, refusing to meet your scrutinising gaze. “Why are you interrogating me?” 

“I'm not interrogating you.” You wave a hand dismissively. “Just wondering.”

“You’re very nosy.”

“These are normal questions to ask someone when you’re trying to get to know them.”

He scoffs in response. There’s a small lull as you study him, taking in the slope of his tall nose and the hollows underneath his cheekbones. He glances at you from the side, shaking the hair out of his eyes. “I’m surprised you even want to get to know me now.” 

You snort. Well, at least he’s self aware. “Huh, well I’m surprised you have friends.” 

“I have friends.” 

“Sure you do,” you taunt with only a little malice in your tone. Honestly, you’re not entirely convinced. It’s hard to believe that anyone would voluntarily spend time with someone as dry and unappealing as Jean.  

Jean narrows his eyes at you. You smirk, picking up a pen and twirling it in your fingers. He follows the movement carefully, eyes tracking the flicking of your fingers. Despite the front he’s putting on, you’re almost certain he’s not as prickly as he was last week. You could have sworn today in your lab that you had seen just the slightest hint of a smile when you had slipped on the linoleum floor. Granted, he had probably been laughing at you, but you’ll take what little you can get. You decide to play into it, trying to wear him down to see how long it’ll take you to get him to crack. If anything, you’re starting to enjoy getting a reaction out of him.

“Well, what about you then?” he asks. 

Your head tilts in thought. “Hmm, I guess the same. Hang out with friends … we like to watch movies and stuff.”

Speaking of friends, you perk up when you remember the party Historia had invited you to for Friday night. You’re not much of a drinker but you’re looking forward to the night, definitely ready to let your hair down and get a little loose. It makes you wonder about Jean - you don’t think you’ve seen him at many of the parties you’ve gone to, even ones hosted by your mutual classmates. The question forms in your brain and you blurt it out without thinking.  “Do you drink?” 

There's a pause as something flashes over Jean's face, his eyes darkening and his jaw clenching. All the muscles in his body seem to tense as a flush creeps up his neck and tinges his ears pink. His eyes dart away from you and he clears his throat as he shrugs. “Now and then,” he says, attempting to seem indifferent but the words come out stilted. 

You peer at him curiously. His reaction surprises you. There’s clearly something he’s not letting on. “Hmm, I think you’re lying,” you say with a teasing lilt to your tone. “You’re acting weirder than usual. I bet you’re a huge partier.” 

He scoffs and rolls his eyes. It’s a familiar and welcome sight. You wouldn’t be surprised if a tally revealed he had rolled his eyes every ten minutes whenever in your presence. 

“I’m too busy to party much,” he finally admits through gritted teeth. His chin tucks down and his hair falls to cast a shadow over his eyes. 

Oh? You’re like a squirrel pouncing on every little nugget of information he drops. “What are you so busy with then?” 

“Work.” 

Interesting. You lean forward. Your elbows sneak closer to him, brushing against the side of his laptop. He narrows his eyes and nudges you back with the tip of his finger. The touch triggers a tiny current of electricity, running up your arm and tingling your nerves. A small laugh bubbles out of you and you ease up, sliding back a little. 

“And where do you work?”

“That’s for me to know,” he replies shortly. His brown eyes are almost slits now, annoyance clear as day on his expression and he gestures toward your laptop. “Come on, let’s just finish this.” 

You snort in response, finally letting off. He’s clearly uncomfortable and you decide to take mercy and stop torturing him. Your shoulders heave as you let out a deep sigh, reluctant to get back into it. “You know,” you start again, glancing over at him. “We barely even talk when we write this. We could probably just work on it separately and discuss things over text.”

He lets out a low grunt, his hand pausing over his keyboard. He glances back at you and his expression is hard to read. “Nah, I would prefer to just meet up and get it over with. Wouldn’t want to have to wait on you to reply and everything.”

You shrug. “Okay, suit yourself. Works for me. I’m a fast replier though.”

Jean doesn’t say anything, just lets out a low uh huh with a disbelieving look on his face, shaking his head. You swing your legs under your chair, pursing your lips. The desire to retaliate burns within you but you hold back and chew the inside of your mouth, watching him deliberately ignore you. 

“Alright then, let’s get this done,” you say eventually, tilting your screen back to your face.

Friday at 18:32

queenstoria!: sent a link queenstoria!: can’t wait to see you tonight!! here's my address on maps You: so excited!! we’ll be there around 8 🙂 queenstoria!: oh also! guess who i ran into  You: who?? queenstoria!: ur lab partner jean. i saw him at the library and we chatted for a bit. i invited him to come tonight 🙂  You: you what??? i told u that guy hates me queenstoria!: well he doesn't hate me so he said he’s gonna come

With a scoff you put down your phone. Eren looks up from where he’s sitting on the couch next to you. Exasperation boils your veins as you reread the text, her words taunting you with her indifference. Your face screws up in irritation, scrunching up your nose and furrowing your brows. Eren raises an eyebrow at you in question, steam rising from the pizza slice in his hand as he lifts it to his mouth. Two open pizza boxes sit in front of you on the coffee table, your dinner to pad your stomach before you absolutely obliterate it tonight. 

“What’s got your panties in a twist?” He asks, dipping his open mouth to catch a bit of melted cheese about to fall off.

“Historia invited my stupid lab partner Jean tonight.”

“Well, it is her party. She can invite whoever she wants.”

“No you don’t understand,” you groan, running a hand over your face. You slump back into the couch, chin tucking down to rest on top of your chest. Your next words come out slightly muffled as a result. “He’s actually so weird. I don’t think I’ve had a single normal conversation with him.”

Eren snorts. He reaches forward to flick your forehead and you hiss, swatting his hand away. “He’s clearly not that weird if she invited him. I’m sure he’s a nice guy. You’re just judgy.”

You suck your teeth and stick out your tongue at him. He doesn’t get it. His dismissal adds fuel to the fire of indignation burning in your brain. Why is everyone so ready to discount how much of a struggle you’ve had for the past two weeks dealing with Jean.

Your heads raise when Mikasa walks in from the kitchen with Armin in tow, two drinks in hand. Bright red liquid sloshes in the glasses, the ice inside clinking when she hands one to you and you raise it to your nose, taking a sniff. You inhale a classic fruitiness masking the telltale scent of vodka and hum in approval. Vodka cran, your favouite. She settles down on am armchair next to the couch and tucks her feet under her legs while Armin sits on the floor next to the coffee table, leaning back to rest against the couch. He fiddles with his phone and a moment later, music plays from the speakers. 

“Oi,” Eren says, nudging your side with his elbow. “What do you think of her?” He shoves his phone under your eyes and you blink, pushing his hand back to focus on the screen. It's open to an instagram photo of a girl with blonde hair and sharp features, staring up at the camera with a blank expression. You take his phone, scrolling through her profile as you take a sip of your drink. 

“She looks nice. Pretty. Maybe a bit intimidating,” you pass the phone back to him. “Why?”

“We matched on Hinge. We've been talking a bit over the past couple days and she said she knows Historia.”

“Oh, is she coming tonight?”

He nods, smacking his lips. “Yeah, we're gonna meet up there.”

It’s no surprise. Eren's been on a bit of a dating spree lately, chatting up someone new every other day. Unfortunately, none of his pursuits have been particularly successful, flings that come and go so you don't really pay this too much attention. Chances are it’s just going to be another failed attempt and there's no point in getting too invested. He's been trying to get you on as well, something about “putting yourself out there” and “it would be good for you!” but in all honesty it's really not for you. The one time you had relented, you had deleted the app in horror in about an hour after coming across one of your lecturers. It had been a little too close for comfort if you say so yourself. 

“You should get back on the apps again,” he starts, trying to sound as convincing as possible. He continues hurriedly when he sees your sceptical expression. “It's literally been years since you last went on a date. I'm starting to worry about you.”

“Firstly, it's only been one year,” you sass, holding up a finger in count, then putting up another. “Secondly, neither have Armin and Mikasa. Why are you always on my ass about this.” 

Mikasa looks up when she hears her name and cocks her head at you. You pull a face at her, making a thumbs down gesture with your hand while you pull a face at Eren. 

He sighs, shaking his head. An arm comes around your shoulders to pull you into his side and he pats your head as if to soothe you. “Those two are fine. Me and you though? We're the kind of people that need a little extra, a warm body to sleep next to… you know. Who knows, maybe you'll even find someone tonight!” 

You huff, rolling your eyes and shoving him off you. “Speak for yourself. I'm not a horny gremlin like you.” 

He smirks, his green eyes dancing in delight. His lives to tease you, the two of you naturally bickering all the time like a pair of school girls. It’s been the nature of your relationship from the moment you had first been introduced to each other as five year olds on your first day of school. Sometimes you wonder how you've still managed to remain friends after all this time.  

A blessed distraction comes when Armin taps Eren’s leg to get his attention and he turns to him, looking at something on his phone. You sigh in relief and reach forward to grab a slice of pizza, setting your glass down carefully on the table. As you take a bite, you meet Mikasa’s eyes and she beckons you in closer. 

“What were you guys talking about?” She asks with a low voice, resting her weight on her elbows as she leans over the armrest.  

“Just Eren talking about his hinge dates again. One’s coming tonight apparently.”

Mikasa nods slowly, lips thinning into a line. She sinks back into the seat cushions, her eyes unfocusing slightly as she lifts her glass to her lips. “Oh.” 

“Yeah and then he was just being dumb, trying to get me to download it again.”

She shakes her head, chuckling softly at your misery. This is nothing new for her either, she’s used to hearing you complain about Eren pestering you. It’s how it’s always been - you and him, the troublemakers, with Mikasa and Armin, the peacekeepers. It’s how you always hope it’ll be, you think, when you’re old and grey and living in neighbouring retirement homes.

A hush falls over the room when the song trails off and you hear the two boys murmuring together. You follow her gaze to watch them and warmth glows from your chest, a sense of fondness for your friends overwhelming you in an instant. No matter how much they may get on your nerves, these are your ride or dies, your home away from home. Something about it triggers the memory of your earlier conversation with Jean and honestly it's still hard to imagine him spending time with anyone except his own shadow. A thought crosses your mind, something petty and probably untrue but it rests there and you allow it to fester.

Bet Jean doesn’t have any friendships as strong as this. 

The party is definitely underway by the time the four of you clamber out of your uber. Historia and Ymir’s place is a nice two bedroom house a little out of the way from campus down a quiet street and you almost feel a little bad for her neighbours with the way you can hear bass thumping from outside. It’s absolutely all Historia’s doing. She’s one of the most popular people you know, befriending everyone she meets, and it makes you wonder how she and Ymir could have possibly ended up together. Street lights illuminate your path as you make your way up to her door, passing a small lawn out front with potted plants lining the steps of the entranceway. You press a worn bell and a moment later the door swings open. 

“Come in!” Historia exclaims with a wide grin, flapping her hands and pulling you into a warm hug. It’s only been a few hours since you last saw her in one of your lectures but she’s still as welcoming as ever. “It’s good to see you guys!” 

She exchanges greetings and hugs with the others, ushering you all in before disappearing. Inside, the living room is buzzing with people, dance music blasting from speakers. You and your friends quickly make your way in, waving at the faces you recognise. After a minute, Eren and Armin split off when they see a few of their friends from outside your circle, telling you to meet them later. Mikasa also murmurs an apology when she sees someone she recognises and squeezes past you. You're left alone for a moment before Historia appears beside you with a couple drinks in her hands and shoves one into your hands which you receive gratefully. 

“Here, have this! And look who I found!” She raises her voice to be heard over the background noise. She grins at you, eyes lighting up when she focuses on something behind you. Her hand waves excitedly, beckoning someone forward. “Ymir! Come here.”

You turn and see her partner Ymir, a scowl on her face as always. In all honesty, you don’t really know her that well, having only met her a couple times when she’s with Historia. Her standoffish nature seems natural though, not really rude, just more reserved, especially when compared to her girlfriend’s perpetual sunny persona. She stalks towards you and stops next to Historia, putting an arm around her shoulders. “What’s up?”

“Hey Ymir, how are you? The place looks great!” You say enthusiastically. 

A small smile lights up her face as she looks around at the surroundings. “Yeah, Historia did a good job, didn’t she?” Your heart swells at the warm look on her face when she gazes down at Historia’s face. “Too bad, it’s gonna be a mess after tonight.” 

“I’ll help you guys clean up,” you offer with a laugh. 

Historia shakes her head, playfully rolling her eyes. “Don’t worry about it. Ymir’s just being dramatic."

"I'm not being dramatic. I just saw some dumb guy drop his entire drink on the carpet. I had to give him a cloth and some carpet cleaner so it doesn't stain."

“Oops,” you wince in sympathy. “I'm sure it'll be fine. 

Historia nods. “Yeah, Ymir don't worry.” She glances over at you and catches your eyes. The two of you try to smother your laughter as Ymir scowls, stewing in irritation. Historia pats her shoulder reassuringly and she shakes her head, heaving a resigned sigh. 

“Okay come on, let me introduce you to some people," Historia announces, grabbing your hand. She squeezes tight, waving goodbye to Ymir as you let her pull you through the crowd, introducing you to her friends. The two of you make your rounds and you're surprised by just how many people she knows - some familiar from class, others are new from the various clubs she takes part in.

“Oh!” She gasps, looking over your shoulder when you’re standing talking with one of your classmates. “Look who’s here.”

You glance over your shoulder and your blood drains from your face, eyes widening in surprise. You hadn’t really expected to see him today but there he is. You watch as Jean makes his way towards the kitchen with two people in tow, one male and one female. They’re engrossed in conversation, laughing merrily. You realise you’ve never seen him laugh before and it shakes you to your core. His brown eyes are scrunched up in delight, the skin of his eyelids crinkling as his lips stretch into a wide grin. It makes him almost unrecognisable, so different from the perpetual grimace he wears around you. He slaps a hand across the back of the guy, who’s a little shorter with short cropped hair. The girl holds her stomach as she watches him stumble over his feet, almost doubled over in laughter. 

Historia pulls your arm, catching your attention. “Come on, let’s go say hi.”

You shake your head furiously. You twist out of her grasp and cross your hands in an X in front of your face. “No, no no. I’m good, thanks. I want to actually have a good time.” 

“Suit yourself. I’ll go by myself then.” With that, she shrugs and disappears from your side. 

You turn back to your conversation. In the corner of your eye, you see Historia intercepting Jean at the kitchen island, letting him pour her a drink. You try not to stare at the way he smiles at her, body language loose and open. He’s never looked at you like that. His friends disappear from his side as the two of them chat and he says something which makes her laugh, a hand flying up to hide her mouth. Jean's shoulders heave as he laughs with her, lifting a hand to run it through his hair. His body shifts to the side slightly and he raises his head to look around the room and you stiffen, quickly looking away with wide eyes before you can be caught watching. 

Mikasa finds you a moment later, stumbling up to you and grabbing your arm. Her cheeks are tinged pink from drinking as she sways to a stop in front of you. “I’ve been looking for you everywhere!” She exclaims, her words coming out louder than they need to.

You giggle at her. “I’ve been here the whole time. Where were you?”

“Eren and Armin are playing beer pong and it’s getting good. Come.” She grabs your hand and starts tugging you forward. You mouth an apology to your classmate as you turn and Mikasa drags you along, weaving past the people standing as obstacles in your way. You dodge them carefully as you follow her, almost tripping over your own feet. 

The two of you find yourself next to the kitchen, stopping in front of the dining table where you see cups set up in formation, more than half missing already. You nudge your way through the small crowd that’s gathered to stand in the front to get a clear view of the spectacle. Eren and Armin are in the middle of playing against another pair - one girl, one guy, and you realise it’s the two people Jean came in with. They’re going back and forth, cheers erupting from all around as they play, downing drinks along the way. Laughter bubbles out of you when Eren misses his shot and groans dramatically, punching the air. There are only two cups left now, one on each side. The guy with the buzzcut carefully takes aim and then roars triumphantly when the ball plops deftly into the cup left on your boys' side. Eren’s hands press into the sides of his head as he sulks, lips pulled down in a disbelieving pout. Armin takes one for the team, grabbing the drink and sinking the liquid, making a face when he sets it back down on the table. 

“GG!” The guy calls across the table. “Too bad we’re just too good.”

You snort. Oh god. You already know that’s going to rub Eren the wrong way with his competitive nature. Right on cue, Eren straightens up, pulling his shoulders back, mustering up all the bravado he can manage. 

“Let’s go again. Round two.” 

“I mean, if you want to lose again then I’m all for it,” Buzzcut taunts. 

Eren scans the crowd around the table, lighting up when he sees you. He beckons his hand and you step forward, shaking your head in laughter. 

“Nah, I’m not losing this time. I have my lucky charm here now.” He slings an arm around you and turns to Armin who puts his hands up in knowing defeat. “Sorry Armin. I’m gonna have to sub you out.” 

“Fair, fair,” Armin replies unfazed, happily taking your place where you were standing next to Mikasa. 

Buzzcut looks around himself. “Okay well if you’re swapping then I will too.” He points at someone in the crowd. “Jean get over here.” 

Your blood turns cold, your hands stopping in motion where you were setting up the cups. Your head snaps up and you see Jean striding towards his friend. His eyes dart towards you then back at his friend’s face.

“I don’t really want to play, Connie.” You hear him say.   

Buzzcut, or Connie, makes a face and punches his arm lightly. “What do you mean? You love beer pong we play all the time.”

All the time? Your ears perk up and you study Jean. He grimaces, before finally shrugging, accepting his fate. Eren pours alcohol from a bottle someone passes him into the cups and you grab the ball, tossing it to Connie. 

“Winner starts.” 

He crouches, sticking out his tongue in concentration as he lines up. His aim is accurate, falling into his target right in the centre. You exchange a glance with Eren - he’s clearly had a lot more to drink than you. Playfully, you roll your eyes, snatching up the cup and swallowing down the liquid. It's bitter and burns as it goes down your throat and you stick out your tongue, shaking your head in disgust. Whatever it is, it's definitely not just beer. In a rare moment of generosity, Eren lets you take the first go and you toss carefully, watching the ball travel in a smooth arc. You jump up, clapping in satisfaction when it sloshes into a cup right in front of Jean, who stands with his hands in his pockets. His eyes narrow at you in response and you smile sheepishly, innocently blinking up at him. Without a word, he snakes out a hand out to grab the cup, fingers wrapping tight around the plastic.

When he takes aim, his eyes flicker up to you for a brief second. The air is charged with tension, a competitive edge forming around the game as he shifts to the centre of his side, rolling the ball in his fingertips. His eyes glint with fire as he looks back down at the table and you shouldn’t be surprised when the liquid in the cup in front of you splashes, the ball falling in with ease. You seethe quietly as Jean stands back tall with a pleased smirk on his face. He meets your eyes and raises an eyebrow as if in challenge. Oh, it’s on. 

The game continues in a tense back and forth, neither side willing to let the win slip through their fingertips. Somehow, it’s become centred around you and Jean with Eren and Connie as your personal cheerleaders, hooting and hollering beside you. You’re both well underway and you don’t know how many drinks you’ve had to swallow but suddenly, it’s your turn and you’ve got your eyes set on the single remaining cup on Jean’s side of the table. You crouch down, leaning over your side of the table, surveying your opponent. Eren taps your shoulder, cutting your concentration. 

“Want me to take this one?”

You shake your head, arm paused ready to take aim. “No, I’ve got this. I’m gonna make sure we win.”

He nods, patting your back in encouragement. Your vision tunnels in to focus on your target, everything slowing down to this one moment. You take a deep breath.Three, two, one.

You let go and satisfaction blooms from your chest when you manage to sink the ball right where you want it. A cheer bellows around you and you join in, jumping up and down and waving your arms in the air. On the other side of the table Jean huffs, shoulders slumping as he reluctantly accepts his defeat. Victory has never tasted sweeter. 

“Yes! That’s what I’m talking about.” Eren yells next to you, slapping a hand on the table. He takes you in his arms and lifts you off your feet. You giggle, letting him swing you around in a circle and the room spins, all the faces around you blurring together. When he sets you down, you look across the table, ready to throw it in Jean’s face but he’s nowhere to be seen. You clap your hands, relishing in the victory all the same as Mikasa races forward to highfive the two of you. Across from you, Connie yells out for another round but he’s shushed by his friend who tells him not to be a sore loser. As your shoulder heave in laughter, a heavy weight in your bladder comes as a reminder that you’ve just drank more than it can handle. You excuse yourself regretfully, announcing you need to go to the toilet.  

Once again, you’re threading yourself through the crowd as you take yourself down the hallway to the bathroom. The music quiets the further you walk and the groups of people thin out to just a few leaning against the walls, seeking solace from the hubbub. You’re almost at the bathroom, identified by a cutesy sign with a doodle of a toilet hanging from the door, when you stop short. Jean steps out from the open doorway, looking down at his phone. His head lifts when he notices your presence and he pauses, a small frown on his face already. 

“Fancy seeing you here,” you sing-song cheerily, your tongue a little loose from the alcohol running through your veins. “I totally beat your ass.” 

He scoffs, putting his phone in his pocket. He crosses his arms against his chest and tilts his chin up to look down his nose at you. “I went easy on you.” 

“Sure you did, superstar,” you smirk, eyebrows raised and eyes gleaming with satisfaction. You sniff, rocking back on your heels. “No need to lie.” 

“I don’t lie,” Jean says, clearly lying through his teeth.

“Well, I mean I guess you weren’t lying about one thing … you do have friends.”

He narrows his eyes at you. “What made you think I didn't? I’m actually very popular.”

“That’s exactly what someone who’s not popular would say. Now I’m starting to think these are paid actors.”

“Whatever,” he dismisses, raking a hand through his hair. “I don’t give a shit what you think.”

“Pfft, okayyyy,” you say unbothered, drawing out the vowels and letting his words roll off you. Maybe it's the alcohol but his words no longer have the sting they used to. You let your reply hang in the air and there’s an awkward silence as you look down at your shoes, neither of you sure of what to say now. The music is muffled this distance from the speakers, and you can hear the hitch as Jean takes in breath before speaking.

“You have interesting friends too. That Eren guy seems like … a lot.” 

“Oh, I guess so.” Your lips split in a smile and you beam at him. “He’s definitely a lot but that’s why we love him.” 

Jean nods slowly. His throat bobs as he puts his hands in his pockets, shifting on his feet. All of a sudden, everything you’ve had to drink is starting to hit you now - your vision blurring, the floor wobbling underneath you as your knees buckle and you lurch forward slightly. Jean catches your arm to steady you. His hand is burning hot against your skin and goosebumps run up your arm radiating from his touch. “Woah,” you hear him say, his voice sounds a little distant like you’re hearing him through a fog. “You okay?”

You let out a groan. Unintentionally, you reach out a hand to rest against his chest in a desperate attempt to steady yourself. A wave of nausea passes over you and you screw your eyes shut but the darkness doesn’t help much to ground you as you teeter on your feet. Somewhere in your subconscious, you're aware of his heartbeat thrumming under your fingertips and the faint scent of something woody and fresh.

You don’t know how long it takes before a squeeze on your arm brings you back to reality and you slowly open your eyes, taking in a deep breath. The sight of your fingers clenched tight to grip his shirt hits you like a freight train. You jump back as if burned, pulling your hand away and wrenching yourself from his grasp in an instant. His hand lingers for a moment in the space between you before dropping back to his side. Concern is etched in his gaze, his brows furrowing low over his eyes as he watches you cautiously. You clear your throat, wrapping your shaky hands around yourself. 

“Sorry,” you squeak, blood rushing to your face in embarrassment. You wrestle to take control of your mind and body as you sway on your feet again. “I think I drank too much and it hit me all at once. You know how it is” 

Jean studies your face, eyes hard in disapproval. “Maybe you shouldn’t drink so much,” he says, voice low and gravelly.

You clear your throat and brush him off. “Whatever, it’s none of your business.” You try not to slur your words as you side step past him and gesture towards the open bathroom door. “If you don’t mind, I need to pee.” 

He lets you go and you stumble into the bathroom. Hesitantly, you peek behind the door to watch him stalk away with his hands in his pockets. As if aware of your eyes on him, he pauses, his head turning back in your direction. It's the last thing you see before you slam the door shut so he doesn't catch you. A shaky sigh escapes your lips as you sink back to lean against it, pressing your hands into your racing chest. Jean may be a dick but you can’t lie he’s attractive and at this very moment your body is betraying you. It’s just the alcohol, you tell yourself but when you raise your hands in front of your face, they tingle, reliving the feeling of his solid chest and steady heartbeat. 

A shiver washes over you and all of a sudden the room is spinning again. “Oh god,” you mumble as you race to drop in front of the toilet and retch, releasing everything you’ve consumed in the past few hours. Tears sting your eyes as wave after wave of nausea overcomes you while you crouch over the toilet seat. You slump against it, spitting bile from your mouth feeling the acrid burn in your throat. Using the small ounce of mental clarity you have, you grab your phone and type out a shaky text. 

Today 21:49

You: pls helppopp im in bsthrom rn throwinh up mama mika: o god mama mika: stay there im omw 

the girl on eren’s phone was annie and i think it’s hilarious imagining them going on a date LMAO

songs i listened to writing this/songs i WILL play on repeat at a party: give me everything (pitbull), hotel room service (pitbull), time of our lives (pitbull)

[hardstraykidshours]

ok but my only thoughts rn are hard (and i mean ruthless) dom chan laughing at overstimulated reader crying , idk just something about guys chuckling or laughing at you during steamy time gets me-

but also throw a praise kink mixed with a TINY amount of degradation in there and im 🫠🫠🫠

ooooooooooook but anon. bestie. wow. let me tell you, you are really onto something here. phew. we've never written anything like this for chan but holy shit, the gears in my little brain were turning. also chan would absolutely be the type to shower you in adoration and praise after degrading you and im-

anywaaaaaays, i hope you like it! it was so fun to write.

<3 courtney & abbie

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pairing: chan x afab!reader

genre: smut, little bit of fluff, 18+ (minors dni)

length: 917

warnings: profanity, sexual/suggestive content, hard dom!chan (but also he is a softy too), sub!reader, overstimulation, crying, low key dacryphilia, spanking, mention of multiple orgasms, unprotected sex (please wrap before you tap), degradation, name calling, low key dumbification if you squint???, praise, pet names, masturbation (m), cum play, finger sucking, afab reader, nsfw 18+ (minors dni)

“chan,” you whimper, voice muffled from your face pressing into the mattress. “chan, please.”

chan is kneeling behind you, one hand holding your arms behind your back to keep you face down and ass up for him, the other rubbing swift circles on your clit, the sound of skin against skin echoing through the room.

“what does my little slut need?” he asks, hand leaving your clit momentarily to deliver a sharp smack to your ass, making you moan in pleasure as the sting of his hand against your skin lingers on you for a while.

“feels so good…but…but…” you mumble.

you’ve lost track of how many times chan has made you orgasm tonight. whether it be from his mouth, his fingers, his cock, or everything in between, he’s been milking you of every last ounce of pleasure you have in your body. and although each one has been incredibly enjoyable, your pussy and clit are quickly becoming overstimulated. it feels amazing, but you’re feeling everything with so much more intensity that it’s becoming a little overwhelming.

“but what?” he grits through his teeth as he delivers another firm spank, pushing your back to make you arch further into the mattress.

“but…too intense,” you finally manage to get out, tears pricking up in your eyes from all the sensations.

you do your best in your current position to turn your head to look back at chan, tears continuing to well up. he must have noticed, because before you know it, he’s flipping you over so you’re laying on your back as he settles down between your legs.

“do you want me to stop?” he asks, eyes dancing across your face as worry seeps through his voice.

“no, no, please don’t stop,” you practically beg. he immediately pushes himself back into you and continues with the same ferocity as before, hand making its way between your legs to rub your clit. he moans when he feels the way your warm walls envelope his cock as he rocks in and out your cunt, and you mewl each time you feel his dick hit that sweet spot inside you.

you feel incredible, but tears begin forming your eyes again from your overly sensitive clit and pussy. eventually a few start to run down your cheeks from the acute sensation of everything going on between your legs.

chan smirks down at you and begins to chuckle. “look at you, crying because of my cock. overwhelmed with the way i fill up your pretty little pussy.”

“channie...feels so good…i’m just…just really sensitive down there…feels so intense…” you whimper out between breathy moans as another tear falls down your cheek.

hearing you say this, something immediately switches in chan. he loves making you cum and bringing you pleasure, but he knows how extreme your overstimulation can get, so he immediately slows down his movements. he continues to grind into you at a sedated pace while he rubs small, soft circles on your sensitive bud.

“you’re doing so well for me, baby girl,” he praises as he presses his lips to your temple. “taking me so well. you feel so good. and you’re so beautiful.”

you clench around him at his words, eliciting a hearty moan from chan. he peppers gentle kisses all over face.

“do you have one more in you?” he whispers before softly kissing your neck.

you nod quickly. “yeah.”

“you really are so beautiful,” he states as his gaze roams your body, continuing in earnest as he pumps into you and circles his finger on your clit. “cum for me, pretty.

your orgasm washes over you with just as much ferocity as every other one he’s wrung from you tonight. Your walls flutter around his cock as your thighs shake under him. You squeeze your eyes shut in pleasure, causing the last few tears that were glossed over your eyes to fall down your cheeks.

“good girl,” he coos as he uses his thumb to wipe your tears while you come down from your high. he pulls out of you quickly, not wanting to cause you any more overstimulation.

he takes his cock in his hand and jerks himself off until his high comes washing over him as well. moans and chants of your name fall from his lips as he spills himself across your stomach.

once he catches his breath, he looks down at your abdomen and sees the mess he made. taking his index and middle finger, he runs his fingers through the cum that paints your skin before bringing them to your mouth.

“suck,” he commands. you take his fingers in your mouth, moaning around them as your tongue works to clean off every last drop. chan doesn’t think he’s ever seen anything more erotic than your plush lips wrapped around his fingers.

“you ruin me,” he says with a slight moan as he kisses along your jawline, slowly removing his fingers from your mouth. a faint blush forms on your face as you let out a shy giggle.

chan collapses on the bed next to you, and you turn to kiss him on his cheek.

“sorry if tonight was too much,” he says, brows furrowed in concern.

“don’t be sorry. you listened when i told you it was too much, and i appreciate that,” you reassure him as you scoot closer to intertwine your legs with his as you lay your head on his chest. “believe me, i enjoyed every last second of it.”

“me too,” he agrees. “i love you.”

“i love you, too,” you respond with a gentle kiss to his lips.

[kazumahashimoto]

me: *follows you for the tenkai knights art* also me: hm… ive always wanted to check out beyblade burst, maybe ill give it a shot

me, again: …cheer danshi though

me, again, again: wait no i want the stylized designs what you mean they actually look like that??

(anyways hi i love your art and keep going back to look at your tenkai knights art bc thats a fever dream anime for me and i miss it so much… its my fever dream (affectionate) anime)

GWAAAAUUUYJGHYGGHG!!!!!!!! BRO!!!!!!! oh that rules. ooiuuhjhjuiyhhjyhhgghg thank you that means a lot to me 😭😭😭 AND THANK YOU FOR STICKING AROUND ik i'm sporadic with my interests lol. i can guarantee you i'll be back to tenkai knights eventually though.

NOW. as far as checking out burst and cheer danshi goes. Hi. i have a lot to say about this <- very normal.

i'd totally recommend burst if you liked tenkai knights!!!! the first season of burst is honestly like incredibly grounded and more slice of life than a lot of other shows like this so if that's your thing you're gonna have a great time ^_^ now there are SEVEN seasons of burst but imo unless you Really want to, you only need to watch seasons 1-2. season 5 has a close place in my heart but seasons 1-2 really tell a full story for the main characters!! highly recommend ^_^

cheer danshi on the other handddd Lol. oh boysie. (the design thing is killing me, thank you for liking them they've been in the oven for years) so, the most easily accessible form of cheer danshi is the anime. the anime kind of sucks badly though and completely overhauls kazu's entire storyline in favor of emphasizing the main character's. and well as the guy with the kazu url, that kinda grinds my gears! so i reeeeally can't say i'd recommend it lol 😭 ESPECIALLY IF YOU LIKE MINE BETTER LMAO i base a lot of my designs off the anime ones but the story i portray (if you've ever read any of my incessant ramblings) is absolutely that of the original manga series from 2011. which is not translated and not available for free anywhere. SO! 😭 HELL ON EARTH!!!!

besides that though, i can at least offer you an insane backlog of my own cheer danshi posts 😭! my #cd art tag is for all my cheer danshi art, and #words is for my longer thoughts!

best i can offer you on getting the manga's story would be this, my autism fueled look into every single difference between the different versions of the story. it's kind of a doozy though. MY APOLOCHEESE.

thank you thank you thank you for being interested 🥺 truly that is so sweet. absolutely losing it rn. :3<3<3<3

[nightowlssleep]

Rewatching Dual Destinies rn, and I'm so surprised at how enjoyable even the first case is compared to Spirit of Justice's first case

I have so much trouble sitting through the Foreign Turnabout for some reason (probably cuz of how long and boring it is) and it just makes me sad cuz I wanna enjoy it for the rest of its cases but the first case is just soooo

Anyways, one thing I do wish is that DD and SOJ had more overlaps, or continuity (I already gave up about wanting continuity between them and AJ) like the first trilogy did

I want to see Bum Rap Rhiny and Phony Phanty again (even if only in the background)!!! I want Juniper and the rest of the Themis cast to be reoccurring characters!!! Come on!!! I'd also like AJ witnesses and defendants to come back, like Vera! She could be this trilogy's Adrien Andrews! So many opportunities, wasted 😔

Anyways the point here is that I really enjoy Turnabout Countdown (even if Phoenix takes the lead from Athena, which genuinely grinds my gears so bad)

[unknownkona]

absolutely tweaking rn, so rant incoming about the horror fandom, specifically tcm lol. mostly writing this because of a post i've seen today and some recent events

content warning for triggering topics and the discussion of antis and proshippers

both antis and proshippers are two sides of the same coin, and both are driving me up the walls. antis don't know how to defend their cause and proshippers are gross. my god, when i hear the argument of "you're fine with murder but draw the line at x?" holy shit dude. and usually x are those taboo, problematic topics but the ones i'll be focusing more on are incest and necrophilia.

breaking down that argument, last time i checked, no one actually thinks murder is okay. where's the horror in horror if violence is portrayed as a good thing. it's more tolerated than incest or whatever, why? because murder can have a reason— necrophilia, sexual assault, incest, etc, cannot. do any of those reasons make it okay? absolutely not, but there's the possibility of an explanation. in the case of texas chainsaw massacre, they're doing it to survive. maybe not johnny (which is someone i'll come back to later), but they're planning to eat their victims. they could've turned to a less drastic option, yeah, but hey it's fiction. whatever's necessary for an interesting plot.

speaking of fiction, the argument of "it's fiction not reality" also sucks in its own right. fiction usually has elements we take from reality, most things we make are based off of reality somehow. again, we have the antis that harass people that enjoy villains being villains and we have proshippers that actively romanticize incest, pedophilia and shit. gotta tap the sign that says "people that enjoy villains and evil characters do not condone their actions" for antis and the sign that says "whatever you support in fiction is a reflection of who you are as a person, a person based in reality" for proshippers. besides, do any proshippers have siblings? i really hope they don't as someone who has a brother lol

and it's not that you shouldn't write anything with problematic topics, it's all about the delivery and intent. write toxic relationships, but don't act like it's a healthy couple. the post i've seen that prompted me to write this bullshit down mostly had the coffin of andy and leyley context to it and well— it's clearly written to be fucked up. does it make it good writing? depends, to me it comes off as incest written solely for the edgy shock value as of now but who knows. want a good example of problematic topics written well? go look at lolita by vladimir nabokov or something

anyway back to johnny, i've seen him being called a rapist, a necrophile, even being shipped with sissy. leave the bastard alone LMFAO. i can't deny that johnny being a rapist doesn't seem like a farfetched assumption, but at the same time, what the hell happened to boundaries? i don't care if people are into it, it's a problem when it's tossed around like canon lore and shoved into people's faces instead of treated as a private nsfw headcanon. surprise, people can enjoy horror without having their boundaries ignored just because they like horror.

getting a little petty here, but the whole necrophile drama really grinds my gears because a) it doesn't really make sense to johnny's character and b) it started because someone got the definition of necrophilia wrong. johnny's a narcissistic asshole that kills for fun— there is no power in sexually assaulting a corpse. the fun's over when a victim is no longer able to cower in fear and give any pain response. being turned on by killing people isn't necrophilia, hope this helps. even searched up on the classifications of necrophilia (insane how there's classification for that) for how they described johnny being a necrophile, and none of them fit

anyway that's basically everything, we'll see if i get pissed off enough again to rant about new dumb arguments

[powerbottomblake]

does anyone ever apologize for how Ava was treated those first few eps of WN? Sorry I’m watching rn and it’s really grinding my gears how the OCS is acting like *shes* self-centered for not wanting to die for catholicism. Or being called a coward for allegedly killing herself as if her life for 12 years wasn’t hell (due to the neglect/abuse, mostly, not inherently her paralysis but that too) . like I feel like the show is …agreeing? with all these ppl calling Ava selfish etc and I’m like ‘actually ava should’ve killed more people’

I held off answering this bc I haven't rewatched S1 since it dropped 2 years ago and my notorious swiss cheese memory isn't helping but

the narrative DOES NOT side with calling anyone a coward for ending their lives as far as I recall that's something the evil nun from the orphanage did and they took their time to showcase how evil it is to have that much of a lack of compassion to someone neglected abused not to mention orphaned and abandoned and sequestred to their sick bed for 12 yrs.

I think for the ocs though it's another story bc you have to remember that the situation isn't. as clear cut as it seems which is where the conflict resides and which makes it all the more interesting! A good chunk of S1 is spent showing that, yes the OCS sees the bigger picture, mostly, but a whole lot of them bring in their own personal biases and the show really underlines it: lilith is resentful bc the halo has become the be-all end-all of validation of her identity, mother superion is extra hard on ava bc ava reminds her too much of her former self that the halo rejected but somehow the halo still wouldn't reject ava, mary is on a revenge trail, duretti wants to be pope before all else, etc.

And ava ofc did NOT ask to be given the halo. She didn't ask to become a savior with otherwordly powers but the fact is the halo chose her AND is keeping her alive. The ethical dilemma here is: you can't take the halo away without killing ava, but being the halo bearer MEANS you've become responsible for more than just your own life. And I think the show did a good job of showing ava that yeah! she matters!! her pain matters and she deserves being heard! but her powers are meant to protect MORE than herself, her pain isn't the only one deserving of consideration. And I think having beatrice be the one to slowly guide her into this, beatrice who's the only OCS member who sees both the big picture AND HAS NO stake of her own in the matter, beatrice who sees the warrior nun AND ava, is such a fundamental building block to her overarching arc that takes her from the limited view from her sick bed to becoming the person who can shoulder both her pain and others', someone who can belong and find community with her sisters and eventually love with beatrice.