i feel like this is very me issue, but i hate hate HATE when the reader in x reader fanfics is just… stupid?? like, yeah i’m stupid too but not to the point where i’ll let anyone talk their shit at me or do whatever they feel like and get away with it (especially in smuts omfg)… does that make any sense???
like… i want a headstrong and stubborn reader (never back down never what?) and i can never find those man 😭 i know i don’t have to read them and whatever but still!! it drives me up the wall dude it’s insane…
esp when i’m in the middle of reading good fanfic or smut and its like noooo don’t fucking do thatttt
anyway silly rant over i’m gonna go fishing for some gojo fics lawl
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now that natlan is out it's tsaritsa yearning hours again because i am one nation closer to either being horribly disappointed or foaming at the mouth!
creator!reader w a little side of conflicted tsaritsa is such good food I can't not yap about it. a woman who has dedicated so much of her life to severing herself from "love" of all kinds and succeeding and. just being so confident that when she meets you she's bitter and angry and mean. because she can't stand you. she isn't supposed to love yet you worm your way into her heart anyway and you don't even know it.
especially in smth like an imposter au. she tells herself your just a tool for her to use but your treated like the Divine you really are, pampered and spoiled every step. tells herself it means nothing when she indulges you – let's you hold her hand in private, eventually let's you move aside the veil, just a little.
and she hates it. hates how easy it is to let you break down the ice she's built up for years.
all you do is smile and she feels like she can't breathe. because despite how violently she rejects love in all aspects, it always bleeds through eventually. she despises it but the way you brush your thumbs over her cheeks makes her bitter and warm and it infuriates her to no end.
she hates you and she loves you and she can't stand you and if you were ever taken from her she'd destroy every inch of teyvat if she had to go get you back.
and ironically enough I think she'd also be the one to initiate any first kiss. maybe she's still trying to convince herself it's just a fluke and itll make her realize it meant nothing, it means nothing. desperate to fix whatever you've done to her and instead it just makes it worse.
a horrible mess of a woman who gave up on love just to be confronted with it when she finally accepted it's absence.
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Lilredbeany: *makes some oc art of kids being kids and having fun*
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frothing at the mouth over trans wilson. I don't know why but you can pry this head cannon from my cold dead transgendered hands
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Eight's hand turns from motioning Six into the office to negotiating lurid-smelling steam away from himself. "Can you not fucking vape in here?" He coughs, rolling his eyes at the ceiling. "God! I liked you so much better when you smoked normally!"
Six doesn't say anything, just follows Eight past a gaggle of aides and couriers, flipping the vape over in his fingers.
One of the aides hands Eight a fan. "Worst thing to happen to this Foundation in twenty years," Eight continues irritably as he takes it. "And you're setting an abysmal example. You're why so many staff think this is just fine, you know!" He points accusingly at Six. "Hazardous particulate in sites up obscene proportions, Six, and whose problem is it? Mine! Three and Twelve taking out my brain about it! Everyone thinks they can do anything they want. Four vapes now!"
"Four smokes," Six points out, and takes another drag.
"Four smokes exclusively socially."
"He does everythin' exclusively socially." Six exhales more fog, annoyance leaching into his voice.
"Not that you'd know anything about prosocial behavior, anyhow--" huffs Eight, cutting off to cough and fan again. "Not a single agent has an ounce of respect for what goes on on the dancefloor. Fuck you."
Shit, and tell me all about how social you are, Six thinks but doesn't say. Eight'll live; the water might not be able to cure his lungs, but it'll keep them from worsening for another three hundred years. "Y'wanna talk about what I came here to discuss, or are ya gonna tell me more about your damn emails?"
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guys im so cooked for the math test ive hardly studied today and now i have a headache and time is non-existent tomorrow just kill me now
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