#this is worse than the people calling me the r slur

[oceanwithouthermoon]

Youre the reason autistic people shouldnt be allowed in fandom spaces. I thought they were joking about how shit your Saiki K takes are but they were so right. 💀

HELPPP WHATSVHWUAHAUS i know half the anons i get are just people trying to piss me off but this is the craziest one yet i think

[deadtiredghost]

So I watched the entirety of Mashle as a drinking game and these are my non-coherent, drunkard rambling thoughts on the anime. (Sploilers obvs).

Mash - is it better than HP; not objectively, but do I enjoy watching it far more, yes 1000x yes.

"Our world has no shortage of problems" - UNDERSTATEMENT OF THE CENTURY

Mash is so smart when it comes to fighting and so dumb when it comes to literally anything else. I love this boy. Mash is so cute when he lies. I want to adopt him so bad. The paternal feelings haven't been so strong in a whileeee. (Not about anyone other than the turtles)

He just really loves creampuffs. He has an unconscious reflex to people taking his creampuffs.

"I see you as nothing but an unusually clever rabbit" - ironic because most people might see Mash as the opposite of clever.

For a comedy anime Mashle is so dark. Like the world is so fucked and euthenasia is the norm. But here I am making a drinking game out of the comedy anime and casually ignoring all the child abuse and trauma all the characters go through - someone should write an analysis on that.

Mash forgives people way too easily - 'since u have feelings I guess ur not a shit person even if u crippled and thus sent to be euthanized a whole host of students.'

I love that Ron Weasley-s wand has barbed wire around it - it's so unnecessary.

Unironically I love Love, or whatever her name is. Reminds me of Teruhashi but less developed and I hope he does get more developedz.ź

"I think Mask Guy wants to eat cream puffs too" • A line you would only see from this show • *talking about a guy who is actively dying from being impaled*

Every single villain: and they failed to consider that... Mash was just built different.

Abel: my mother taught me morals. I forgot them for 10 years but now they're all coming rushing back to me after Mash suplexed me and gave me brain damage.

Rayne's reaction to the green haired shit is overboard to us and the main characters, there is no use in continuing to kick someone while they're down, but from his point of view he has probs had to deal with similar people over and over for his entire life and gotten bored of them double crossing him or something. Sidenote: i have never met a "Rayne" (that spelling or otherwise) that isn't genderqueer in some regard.

In universe they mention machine guns and bunting from baseball whÿyyyyyy .

Was this world Formerly the real world?

It happened in Tokyo Revengers too, but what's with characters being like "if u don't have anything to live for, live for me in servitude"? Like... u don't owe them ur life and death my dude. There are other things to live for than a maniacle megalomaniac

I love Mask Guy! And where the fuc is Lance? How long has Lance just been absent? Who the fuc is this random that appeared out of no where to tattle that Mash has no magic? Why is this show so fucking random?

Finally we r on season 2 and I get the fun opening - it has been in my brain since Jan when I first watched the op on youtube (Basement gang danced to it)

(Does anyone else pace to music? Or is it just me doing maladaptive daydreaming shit?) Blim blam blam blim blam blam blim blam blam boom.

Season 2 opens to: GASLIGHTING

Just the casual threat of euthanasia hanging over Mash's shoulders at all time.

Is 'blight-blood'a slur? That deffo counts as a slur. Worse than 'no-mage' at least.

Mash gave Mask Guy a handkerchief that healed him being impaled in the chest - and that was a pretty serious impalement. So why couldn't any of the school nurses help Ron Weasley?

Best line in the whole series: "forgive him, Abyss calls girls 'females' that's how little experience he has with them." 😂😭😂😭😂😭

It would have been fun if the blonde dude in season 2 was the dad of draco malfoy in season 1 - he isn't but it would have been fun if we got a return of the draco malfoy character humbled.

Tho he is incredibly powerful but no one respects him and I don't understand that.

*Mash does anything* - looks like magic to me!

Japanese dub: You're a (in english) NICE GUY Eng Subtites: you're hot stuff

Everything everyone does in this show is so unnecessary - what is it even for? (Sand guy I'm looking at u)

Okay but tell me that in an alternate universe the Divine Visionaries aren't just a harem anime with an aromantic Mash in the middle.

What Rayne says: I agree with the headmaster's opinion What Rayne means: my brother is weak and this no-mag accepted my bunnies

I find it interesting that Dumbledore has one line. U know he got more somewhere.

Can you have extra lines elsewhere? Like not ur face? On ur arse? Tramp stamp line?

WHERE is the government? Is it jus the Jesus ppl that are doing all this? Is the government the schoo?

Mash coming in like a caterilla will never mot be funny to me. My friend: "I feel like I've been witness to a crime."

I love the soundtrack. "It's so heavy that no one can lift it!" - I wonder where this is gonna go. Who fucking made it then?

OLIVER WOOD IS BACK! I forgot he existed.

Unpopular opinion: I like Margarette. I get that their design plays on tropes, but at the same time, people do be like that. Not like how Margrette acts but looks. Man really go told something opposing her worldview and then played the piano. But also she has the best lipstick. I would have preferred it if Margarette wasn't portrayed as creepy by thr characters around him, but I'm just happy to have a he/she/they character in a show I like. (Same Margarette same)

I don't think she is any more goofy than any other villain character in this show so far. I also don't think that the character is meant to be harmful. I can see why people might dislike her, especially considering past anime and the failed rep that ends up judt offensive, but to only see good trans rep as characters who "pass" and look gender conforming is harmful in itself. You can clearly see that Margarette is gender-non-conforming in his design, they are such an icon. Jawline doesn't determine the gender of the character! And I don't believe that Margarette is an "Okama" in any way of the word.

We support women's rights and their wrongs in this household.

"I'm not putting tartar sauce on my shrip... I'm putting shrimp on my tartar sauce." • My baby bro showed me this like 3 yrs ago in the manga and I didn't rlly know what he was on about until I started watching this awesome show.

I love the use of the soundtrack tho. I love Margarette but why is she like this? (I scream out when he starts playing the piano) why are the eyes rolled back 😭😭😭

Are they playing tabletop role play games!!! D60? Anyone? Skip 320 turns????? Wtf? Dnd would be a very different game is those where them rules. There is no way that fucking dice is a D100.

I love all the characters they are so goofy.

I feel so bad for finn rn in the tournament like - someone keep him safe!

Mash flatlined at the prospect of doing academic work - for half a second there he was fucking dead

Why is he breakdancing? I need therapy after this. I don't understand.HOW DID IT WORK!!!!

Is the odd guy actually chill? WHAT THE FUC? I thought Orca didn't matter. But the orca guy is hot at least - it's the hair for me. WHY R ALL THE HOT ONES EVIL! I like Rayne best tho.

Man got held back a year get fucked. I feel bad for the guy who helped Mash - I was so sus of him

Same Mash, I'm having a hard time retaining attention on the rules too 😭 All the sympathy left my body at the smashed crystals.

In the op Dumbledor is in a sheet. No top just a sheet covering his nips. Is anyone else seeing this?

I've been routing for fin the entire time tho - he has rayne's genes! FUCK YEA FINN - ugh. I wanted Finn to do something. Sorry I'm going back to Tokyo Revengers, but Takemichi being beaten and beaten and continously getting up and not relenting for his friends is so powerful, in comparison to Finn where it feels more like a damsel. I love Finn and I want him to get more powerful so we can get something badass out of him, but this episode was not it rlly. Not yet anyways.

Creepy wand alert! And I usually like anatomical hearts.

How did Mash just do that? That the fuc? U can't sculpt that with ur hands. I was almost expecting a Yor.

He's doing a Gaara - why the redhead doing a Gaara? Margareit being fucking horrifying rn. I know he is the bad guy, but that doesn't mean that they're the bad guy.

Not everyone underestimating my boi Rayne - they have proved themselves!

Sand fuck I'd called Madl? Mans name is fucking: Oter Madl?

We haven't had an opportunity to play the drinking game much season 2.

Mash: ah ur the guy who bullied me the other day Guy: want to play a little game? Alright jigsaw

THEYRE RIPPING OFF MY GOAT ITACHI!

"It's obvious ur attempting to guard something" wtf is wrong w mash - seriously. I love him but my god.

How does he do that? That's not something strength does??!! - built different.

Quadriceps magic - why even bother at this point. Everyone knows.

Mash's face: I didn't sign up for this shit

Margareit looks so cute with hair - idk how she did it but they look so cute with it. Her eyelashes tho!

Is Mash's ear his weakness? Same. When someone gets to close I feel a shiver and freeze up. It's the autism.

Margaret's power is actually pretty cool tho

GET UR FUCKING HANDS OFF OF MY SON! Dumbledore plz save him.

It's giving slightly more than creepy.

I was under suspicion that dumbledor was a natural triple liner... but oh my gosh. This is orochimaru shit.

The autism is strong with this one.

Mash's father is so wholesome!

This group is desestible

I will never forget that Mash named his individual muscles - its funny but also he was entirely alone his entire childhood so its kind of sad if I think about it

Ginger afro kid doing a Brock

I love that the school is called Easton - it's so generic English prep school.

Mash's gym clothes are just one with his body.

All the Jesus metaphors are in abundance with this show tho 😭

They're so fucking dramatic. All of them.

Sand guy is such a fucking loser tho.

Sidenote: who names their kid Cell War?

Woop woop necromancy! I would care more about any of this if they gave more screentime and build up to the villain characters, but ya I called it a long time ago and I'm not mad - it's a gag anime with casual euthanasia mentions, what more could u want?

Idk how to feel about 2-bit-merlin (who is literallt called Adam Jobs but is nothing like Steve Johs thank fuc) being silly goofy in the flashback but I love the design of the guy with the sharp teeth - I love me some sharp toothed character.

"It had the best specs" fr fr

Imagine being a bystander watching anime fights but not being able to hear the inner thoughts... they're just floating there

I didn't know they went Super Saiyan in Harry Potter!

In one shot it looked like Dumbledor had a hearing aid?

Wow I forgot that literally the entire school had just been frozen in time while the 7 jesus-chosen mages and the 3 first years that have no buisness being here are just fighting for their lives.

FATHER? WHO THE FUCK IS FATHER? WHY DID THIS TURN INTO FULL METAL ALCHEMIST ALL OF A SUDDEN? religion vs science (physical athleticism) is a theme? I guess??? Pushig it????

Is grindelwald "father" am I misreading this?

Wtf is going on. Mash deserves a nap but like... seriously? Mash is me, he thought it was a dream 😭

No one should wait for the monolouging to end. Just punch them. Mash has the right idea.

My place of learning. Oh no. - the autism is strong with this one.

ARE YOU FUCKIG KIDDING MEE WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENINB? This is a weird and unusual torture and Mash has never looked more like a psychopath.

Okay. That makes more sense. I was about to loose my shit. I love this show but what the fuc.

It's a good thing they taught us early on that if u K.O. someone all their magic attacks dissappear! /sarcasm.

I love that someone else has been traumatised by the creampuffs.

I'm so annoyed I sobered up before this episode. I needed to be drunker for that.

The ginger fuc turned up again! I love hos hid afro moves in the wind but I love moreso the blonde fuck's broom being so extra.

If it's to do with low magical power then why are the very powerful purple students effected?

Grindelwald is Dio now! Oh. Wait no. Grindelwald has Sundail (from epithet erased) Grindelwald looks so young compared to dumbledor as well so u know he's chasing immortality and doing some time shit to have effect skin and long fucking lashes. Such a twink. He is not daddy, he looks like sephiroth- the og hater. (Now I see it I can't unsee it)

Dmbedor is so cool in this, why can't actual dumbedor be the cool??? (Jk I hate jk and we all know why)

Oay Steve Jobs is growing on me. Adam Jobs is just me now w the animal facts; but I'm not a teacher and never would be.

Fucking called it. Why do they always do this? Like I know half ur face might die and decay after this fight but there is so much to live for - like being the only one stopping Mash from being euthanized rn.

Oh my god its biblically accurate gundam

Screw Netero with his Buddha, gimmie Dumbledor and his Uranus.

I wish this fight ficed everything going forward and all the future issues but its not gonna.

"No manner of attack can affect me who can control time" - what does that even mean? And you know that Mash is gonna pop up with no magic or smming later.

I love how just like the source material, dumbledor has his favourite gryffindors.

Whenever Oliver Wood pops up I get a jumpscare but also why was Dumbledor spying on children during their non-achool time? I know this is just random flashbacks but him saying "I was watching" and then giving us this implies he was spying and that's hilarious to me.

Conclusion: dumbledor and grindelwald fucked when they were teens. But not the romantic shit just the toxic two queer kids in a small town type shit.

Okay that was dramatic and all but I need the screen to just zoom out and show Mash kicking his legs to stay in the air.

Okay, okay, recap, now zoom out please. YESSSSSSSS. (Did dumbledor just say Mash was so awesome)

Dumbledor has short eyelashes but I like that one eye of eyelashes are burnt off with the injury from before.

Why is twink grindelwald doing that to his face?

Okay. Go Mash. Beat that twink up! His face cant be ruined any worse than what's currently goig on.

A perfect human. U ain't even human anymore bro.

Is grindelwald doing an orochimaru? Body stealing? Is that where this is going?

"I didn't think he could move that much" - HE IS LITERALLY CONTINOUSLY KICKIG AT AIR TO KEEP HIMSELF AFLOAT - what r u on about????

"We'll finish this another time" - no get back here bitch! Stab him while his back is turned!!!

What is with wizard megalomaniacs and wanting to get rid of education? I mean heck I'm not complaining, he education system leaves a lot to be desired irl let alone in this fucked up world.

Flop.

"We won't make it in time" - I wonder who will (I don't wonder. I have never had to. But I still feel the hype whenever Mash enters)

He's just built different.

I mean I wouldn't call it "playing" but sure. Also the students are so fucking ungrateful to even even be questioning Mash's acceptance. He has literally just saves ur lives, why do you even have to ponder this?

Blood don't splash like that.

Gaaraa moves afain! - I love to see Sand Tomb being reused in great anime.

They enjoy some down time dont get me wrong, but I'm getting some whiplash at the tone change all of a sudden.

One failed exam and your immediately expelled??? That's so harsh. I sympathise hard w Mash rn, the education system sucks and exams are even worse 😭

Mash isn't rebellious in the slightest! "It seems like you can put effort in when you need too" stfu, this is ableist, he isn't lazy!!!

Omg it's Oliver Wood again. I forgor he existed.

Lackmagic? Blightblood? That's worse than Muggle - which come from the word "Mug" which is a gullibal person (derogatory)

One pretty girl cab instantly quiet a horde apparently. Wow. Well it is anime.

"Catching someone who can't use magic is child's play" - famous last words from a cocky dipshit

Why is his chin like that tho? Why are his lips like a cat's?

I just want to grab Mash and explain how much better a person he is than the vast majority of the ppl in this world. It's kinda like Iruma-kun where the MC is in a world where he is so kind that everyone is just confused as to why.

[rthko]

I'm a trans gay guy of color and while I thank you for putting that anon in their place (because I damn well know as a racial minority no one's ever won their rights by becoming respectable in the eyes of our oppressors), the fact so many of these asks use the word qu**r is such a reminder my experiences run contrary to the majority of the community. It was the slur du jour in the Latin American country I grew up in *and* the American Midwest I moved to, what term I was bullied with—yet I have people constantly telling me there's something wrong with me for recoiling whenever I get called a qu**r, or worse, told I'm just like a TERF. Wherever I go it's the the qu**r community and the qu**r experience, and it feels like straights and capitalists are more comfortable calling me a slur than calling me a gay man, even when asked. Sorry about this ask, just needed to get it out.

I'm sorry to hear this, and appreciate you sharing it. This is something I've struggled with too. In these conversations, it ends up not being about a word at all but the questions of "whose experiences get to matter." I ended up adjusting to the term and using it, but I'm also college educated and live a middle class life in a bigger city than I used to. I won't pretend that's a coincidence, and it's interesting how people say "gay" connotes privilege when to some perspectives it's the exact opposite.

In this debate of "is queer a slur or a useful term for an identity and/or political tendency," I have the weird and seemingly contradictory stance of "both." I think it's a contradiction to give so much moral and political weight to a term while simultaneously insisting it's completely neutral and has no baggage. What does "queer as in fuck you" mean when you can buy it on a T Shirt at Target? Queer as in what, exactly? I find it especially jarring when people who proudly self identify as queer have nasty shit to say about gender nonconformity or sexual deviance.

But queer is a useful term that fills in some semantic gaps. I often use "gay" in an umbrella term sense, but people think I'm only talking about gay men. So it's nice to have a workaround to clunky terminology, or something that better encompasses the nuances and in-betweens. I read enough texts and talked to enough people who use the term that the neutral and positive associations began to outweigh the negative. My life became easier for it. I'm still not going to say "queer is not a slur," because language varies so much based on region and experience, and the baggage is part of what gives it meaning. So instead I posit "queer is not just a slur." It's conditional.

[buddieisgoingcanon2024]

Okay, I am a couple of hours late to the C controversy discussion, but the reason R had that live was because fans were upset that he hadn't said anything about George Floyd’s death and the resulting protests in the days that followed. We later learned he was taking a social media break because some fans twisted his words of a recent interview when he revealed that he and C got back together during quarantine (they were on the verge of a breakup before lockdown).

During the live, he was discussing his support for the Black community but was also being bombarded with C’s tweets - it was more than one - using the N word. When he was making a statement about how those not a part of the community should never use that word, C was getting death threats through her social media, but also on the live. I am not defending him, but they had just found out that she was pregnant again and he was worried about losing them to these threats. We know this man loves his kids, so he lashed out and misspoke about him and his friends using slurs - he meant they make fun of each other’s stereotypes. At this point, his live became a complete chaos and he ended it.

The next day he prepared a video - not a live - to correct his misspoken words. Again, he reiterated that he has never used slurs and they are not used in his house. In this statement, he said that wasn't how he was raised and he wasn't raising M that way either (they were keeping the pregnancy quiet at this time, but I truly believe without this controversy, C would have announced baby number 2 to the world to claim her man). This was the second time he apologized and he has apologized multiple times over the years, including in his first interview before the start of season 7 with Max. His co-stars have embraced him and forgiven him for the misstep in defending his ex. He has also seemed to put in a lot of work to make up for his misspoken words, which is a lot more than we can say about his ex. She continues to make the same mistakes with little to no blowback. This is probably because she wasn't in the industry at that time, but is currently trying to make a comeback. She also continues to use words that don't belong to her and she ignores when people call her out. I hope people don't let her slide on this because she had not put in any work and continues to get worse.

I wish that when R did his live that he only spoke of his support of the community and not using the N word. The C tweets and trying to be a good partner is what got him in trouble. He should have referred to her half-ass apology and stated that N word is not used in his house. I don't believe that kind of support would have gone over well in that house with C, but he would have saved himself a lot of backlash. It would have also not hurt his career, which should have been the priority - not her - especially when he was the only one bringing in money.

R took a very long break from social media due to the backlash. He could have easily been fired because that was just how the industry was going at the time, any hint of controversy around racism lost people jobs. I do believe that the only reason he kept his job was because he wasn't the one who said the word and had apologized multiple times by the time they were scheduling getting back to filming for season 4. He has realized what a huge mistake it was defending her and I think he regrets that. Ngl, a part of me thinks there is a little resentment from R about the backlash he received because of C. I also think it played a part in the breakup.

Wow anon. What an ask. Very detailed. Thanks.

[thyme-in-a-bubble]

sunflower, chapter sixteen

A/N: this chapter is a lot, I highly recommend thinking about reading this at the best time for you or just skipping it all together. Take care of yourself, judge if this is the chapter for you ♡ 

summary: to say that the art gallery went worse than expected is a bit of an understatement…

warnings:  TW ableism, use of the R slur, references to childhood trauma, attending an art show (written by someone who is not a professional artist, so it’s probably not accurate at all), anxiety, crying, meltdown/shutdown, going nonverbal, (it has a comforting end, just fyi) (and if I forgot any warnings, please let me know! I don’t want to jump scare anyone.) 

word count: 2814

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You kept on having to redo your eyeliner because your hands wouldn’t stop shaking. But finally, after maybe 4 tries, it turned out looking somewhat passable. 

Taking a step back to look at the final product, you tugged your hair behind both ears. Adjusting the straps of your red dress, you smoothed your hands down the silky fabric. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d been this dressed up. It felt both kinda fun but also extremely unnatural. 

Turning around, you exited the bathroom and called out with a loud exhale, “okay, I’m ready.”

Stopping in the doorway of the bedroom, you saw Spencer look up from his book, eyes immediately growing wide. The expression made you slightly worried, maybe your dress was see-through or something and you just hadn’t noticed, so you asked, hands instantly shooting to cover yourself up a bit, “what? Is something wrong with it?”

“No, no, no, no,” he rushed out, “you just-… you look amazing,” relaxing and letting your hands fall down to each side of your body, “not that you don’t always look amazing, my opinion of the way you look doesn’t change by what you’re wearing, it’s just-,” he rambled, but you cut him off.

“Thank you.”

Closing the book and setting it down, he stood up. “You sure you’re ready? We can take a little extra time before we go.”

“No, I don’t think I’m magically gonna get more ready than I already am,” you shook your head, “thank you though.”

Holding onto each other’s hands, you headed down to Spencer’s car, yes, he apparently had a car, that was news to you. He didn’t drive it often, but he did in fact own a car. 

The ride there was quiet and full of nerves. Spencer kept glancing over at you, keeping a close eye on how you were. You fiddled with the edge of your skirt, folding and twisting it. Your head maintained low the entire time, so once the car stopped it came as somewhat of a surprise to you. Not daring to look out the window, you just blinked over at Spencer as he removed the keys. 

“It’s still not too late to go home,” he laid his hand on top of yours.

“I know, it’s okay, I can do this, I just- need a moment,” you grabbed a hold of his hand and focused on it.

“Take all the time you need.”

After a thorough dance of your fingers over all of the veins that littered his hand, you took a deep breath and nodded, “okay, let’s go.”

Out of the car and onto the street you went. The car was parked fairly close to the gallery, so the walk wasn’t too long. Once you reached the door, Spencer looked down at you for confirmation one last time before opening it.

The wall of sound and life that hit you at once made you dizzy. Switching to linking your arm with Spencer’s for the extra support, you walked in. There were loud music and people everywhere. A server walked by with a tray, and you immediately snatched up a glass of champagne. 

Placing a hand over your arm, he suggested, “how about we try and find Stevie?” humming in agreement, you downed half the glass, the carbonation made your eyes water. 

Spotting them was easy enough since they were wearing a long colourful dress that stood out against all of the others. Beaming as they saw you, they planted a big smooch on your cheek, “you’re here! Hi!”

Having never officially met Spencer in person, they turned to him and said, “and you are just as cute as she told me. It’s nice to finally meet you,” they stuck out their hand, “I hope you’re feeling a bit better after that drama.”

“I am, thanks to Y/n, she’s been the best nurse-, um, I’m sorry, I don’t really shake hands.”

“Oh, that’s totally fine, I’m sorry, it’s just a habit.”

A small man then rushed over to whisper something in Stevie’s ear, and they quickly added, “um, I’m just gonna go take care of this real quick, just relax, I’ve got everything under control, I’ll be right back,” and with that, they were whooshed away. 

Following their frame until they disappeared from your vision, you then let it fall down to focus on your shoes. 

“Hey, how about we look around a bit? I know I’ve already seen all of the paintings in here, but I would love a refresher from the artist herself,” Spencer asked quietly in your ear.

Fighting the small smile it brought to your lip, “Spencer, you have an eidetic memory, I don’t think you need a refresher.”

“I didn’t say a needed one, just that I would like one,” he smiled, “I don’t know, it might be a nice thing for you to focus on.”

“Yeah, thank you, it would actually,” you swallowed down the last of your champagne and put it on a nearby table.

“Why don’t we start with that one?” he nodded to somewhere off behind you.

Turning to decipher which one he meant, you shot him a curious glance.

Smiling he walked you in front of the one in question and looked down at you.

“Oh,” you breathed out, feeling a warmth seep through you, “It’s called a gift from my therapist and is one of my personal favourites. Not because I think turned out in some extraordinary way, but because of the memories attached to it,” looking up at him, “it’s the one I painted the day I met you.”

“Yeah, I remember seeing you, arms full of sunflowers,” he reminisced, studying the warm strokes of paint, “you looked like the walking personification of light. I quite literally lost my breath,” he then looked back at you, “still do.”

You were about to pull on his tie so that you could give him a kiss, but a booming voice caught your ears and sent a shiver down your spine.

“-oh, yes, that little thing? She’d be nothing without me, you see.”

The sound made hundreds of repressed memories start to resurface, trying their best to see the light of day. Your heartbeat quickly turned into a hummingbird and your breathing followed suit.

Alarm was written all over Spencer’s face as he lowered himself a bit and held on to you, “what’s wrong?”

All you could do was stand there, frozen, and wildly stare into his eyes.

Coming around the corner, surrounded by a group of people, the balding man caught sight of you, “oh, you are here, what a surprise!”

Turning around, Spencer kept holding onto you in a protective manner. Fuck. Why on earth was he here? How did he find out about it? Why the fuck was he here?

“I wasn’t aware that was something you could be capable of. And you made a friend, or is he just a nurse or something?”

When Spencer noticed that you weren’t answering, he quipped up himself, “no, I’m her boyfriend-“

Cutting him off, he bellowed, “boyfriend? Yeah right. Sir, you don’t have to feel sorry for this little girl. Why don’t you go out and find a real woman? We all know my niece doesn’t meet those requirements.” 

“Excuse me?”

“Or is it because you have some fetish for that sort of thing? You like them slow, huh?”

Spencer didn’t even know how to answer that, just stood there, tight-lipped and completely gobsmacked. Even if he knew exactly what to say, he didn’t get the chance, your uncle Richard was like a tornado.

“And just where is my thanks? Did I get an invitation? No! Me! I am the only reason you somewhat resemble an ounce of someone passable. If it wasn’t for me, you would have been nothing, no one. I took you two in out of the good of my own heart and what do I get? Not a single thing. Tell me, do I have to put you over my knee again, right here in front of all of these people for your retarded little brain to understand?”

Clutching onto one of your hands, he stepped in front of you and roared, “how fucking dare you say something like that?”

“I’ll say whatever I want, boy,” Richard spat out, “and it isn’t you I’m talking to, it’s Y/n,” catching your eye, he laughed, “oh, you can’t speak, huh? Can’t fucking do anything, you useless little thing.”

Tears were streaming down your face, and you felt like you were gonna pass out. Seeing Spencer clench his other fist, you feared that he was about to punch him, but before you could find out, Stevie came rushing in between the two men.

“Okay, alright, Richard, back off,” they hissed, then turned to Spencer, “I am aware that you are a big scary FBI man, but this isn’t your problem. Please take my sister home, take care of her and let me take care of this,” they said sternly and then turned back to their uncle.

“Well, if it isn’t Stevie.”

“Richard, I greatly advise you to stop talking immediately,” they said, trying to sound calm, almost as if they were talking to a small brat.

“No, no, you don’t get to tell me what to do, I’m-“

“No! you don’t get to talk to anyone in that way and especially my little sister. I am well aware of the fiend you are, but just because you sadly have these terrible opinions doesn’t mean you get to share them-“

You didn’t get to hear any more of Stevie’s rant as Spencer had ushered you out and closed the door behind you. You didn’t even register that you’d moved until you were out on the street again. Holding a tight grip on you, helping you to the car, he made sure you didn’t lose your balance. Once you reached it, he opened the car door for you and gently helped you sit down, moving you almost like a doll. Quietly closing it behind you, he soon entered on the driver’s side. Grabbing a hold of both your hands, he commented, “god, you’re freezing,” then shrugged off his suit jacket and enveloped you in it, “here.”

Trying his best to catch your glossed-over eyes with his, he promised, “20 minutes, and then we’ll be home, okay?”

You tried to answer him, to nod, anything, but you couldn’t. Just sat there, tensing and hyperventilating. It only got a little better during the ride home, or your breathing did, ever so slightly, but your body was still not getting the message that the danger was over. 

When you returned home, the walk up the stairs was so slow that a snail could have won the raise. Spencer didn’t seem to mind the pace, he didn’t say anything either, just stood there, purposely making his own breathing clear enough for you to hear and try to copy. 

Once you made it inside, you just stood there like a zombie, tears still slowly rolling down your face. Walking over to get a chair from the dinner table, he brought it to you and cautiously sat you down on it. One by one, he took off your pretty shoes, almost making you feel like a reverse Cinderella. 

Your eyes couldn’t focus on anything really. The only thing that seemed somewhat clear was the hardwood floors, the swirls and dots all around it. Keeping your eyes locked on it, he helped you up and out into the bathroom where he promptly sat you down again. 

After a bit of rustling in a cabinet, he came closer to your face with a wet cotton pad. Gently tugging your hair back behind your ears, he whispered, “close your eyes.”

When you did, a few heavy tears rolled down your cheeks.

Even though you knew what he was about to do, you still jumped ever so slightly when you felt the cool cotton swap gently sweep over your face. When he stopped, you fluttered your eyes open again. Looking up at him, mid toothpaste application to your blue toothbrush, he caught your eye and asked gently, “do you want some help?”

Turning your palm up to him as an answer, he gave it to you and watched as you very slowly brushed all of your teeth. In the meantime, he brushed his own, removed the contacts he was wearing, put on his glasses and when you’d finished, he helped you up to spit the excise out into the sink. Laying the toothbrush down, you looked into the mirror to see him standing behind you. Gently running his fingers through your hair before fishing out a hair tie and putting your mane in a low ponytail. 

Catching his eye in the reflection, his lip trembled ever so slightly, “let’s go to bed.”

Nodding just the slightest, you slowly stumbled off to the bedroom, stopping in the middle of the room. Turning to see him, with a glass of water in hand, he swiftly set it down on one of the nightstands. 

Turning to see you just standing there, he inched closer and asked, “can I help you?”

Nodding, you watched him open a drawer and pick out one of his soft t-shirts that you’d grown so fond of sleeping in. Dropping it onto the edge of the bed, he moved to slowly pull down the zipper of your dress. Once it was all the way down, he pushed the straps off your shoulders and let it drop to the floor. 

The neckline hadn’t lent itself to being able to wear a bra with it, so you were now left in just your underwear. Normally he would have a very different reaction when seeing you this exposed, but he didn’t for a second look at you in that way. 

Picking up the shirt, he cautiously stretched it out so that it could easily slip over your head. Fishing your arms through, he lastly pulled it down to cover you completely. 

With both of his hands in yours, he helped you to sit down on the edge of the mattress. Not noticing before that he had also procured this item, he conjured a pair of thick socks and kneeled down in front of you. 

Slowly, he put them on your cold feet, and then looked up at you with glossy eyes. He was still in his suit, or most of it at least. A few of his waves had fallen over his eye, so you gently pushed it out of the way. As you did, you saw him exhale shakily, trying his best to keep it together. 

You wanted to tell him that it was okay, he had every right to feel everything as well. You wanted to tell him how sorry you were and just how much you loved him, but when you opened your lips, nothing came out. 

Holding onto his cheek, you tried over and over again, but with no success. A few fresh tears rolled down your face as he muttered, “it’s okay, it’s okay. I know,” seeing a few tears escape his eyes as well, he placed his palm above your hand on his cheek, he continued, “I know, I know. I love you so much.”

Squeezing your eyes shut you nodded hard as if to say that you loved him too. 

His voice was small and shaky, the emotion ringing clear, “I’m so sorry that he said that,” running his hand down your arm, he made you look at him as he told you, “you are not useless, you hear me? You are the strongest, bravest, most remarkable woman I’ve ever met. I promise you, that I will do everything in my power, for the rest of my life to make sure that you will never run into him again and that you never forget just how wrong he is.”

Before he could say anything more, you slumped down on the floor and pulled him into a tight hug. Feeling his body shake as he let go, he kept on whispering into your hair that he loved you.

You both just sat there, sobbing in each other’s arms for a good 10 minutes. You were so exhausted that you almost fell asleep right then and there.

Like a ragdoll, Spencer picked you up and helped you to bed. Tugging you in, his eyes didn’t leave your half-open ones as he peeled off the remanding of his suit, not caring where the pieces fell. 

Crawling in behind you, you immediately seized his arm and wrapped it around you, pulling him as close to you as possible. 

As you drifted off to sleep, you kept on hearing his sporadic love confessions whispered in your ear and every time until you fell asleep, you’d give his arm a light squeeze in return.

next chapter

© 2022 thyme-in-a-bubble 

[insufferableprotagonistpoll]

Round 2

Propaganda why Zoey Redbird is insufferable:

Protagonist centered morality, slutshames other girls but has a lot of boys herself including one who raped someone else (I think at least)

She’s presented as being the perfect person to replace a bully character in a position of power because she’s such a good and pure person, and every book it’s nothing but her calling people the R slur, or sluts, or freaks, or various slurs against gay people, or talking out loud about how ugly her classmates are with her friends, or saying that certain people shouldn’t be allowed to breed if they’re too useless or gross, or saying gay men are basically women, or differentiating between which gay people are the good kind or the bad kind based on how annoying she thinks they are. And then after all of that is established in the first book, by the second she’s pushing two racist caricatures of black men in front of a truck and kills them and it is never brought up again. And every book ends with her getting a magical tattoo no one in history has ever gotten, confirming that she is canonically one of the best people to ever be alive even after murdering two people for annoying her

INCREDIBLY hypocritical, slut-shaming mary-sue of an idiot. She constantly calls one girl a hoe (for sucking a guy's dick without his consent (no, the thing Zoe disagrees with WASN'T the rape issue, it was the blowjob!!!)) Despite having a Harem of different guys herself. And no, she isn't even poly about it, all the dudes are constantly being aggro to each other and clearly want to be exclusive.

She also becomes a rape apologist for one of the harem guys AND the Big Bad, who is an immortal who once RAPED AN ENTIRE TRIBE OF NATIVE AMERICAN WOMEN. But he's soooooo hot! *eyeroll*

FUCKING Pick-Me girl of all time. If mysogyny was a competetive sport then Zoey would be on the olympic team.

Propaganda why Peter Pan is insufferable:

Never growing up isn't charming, it's harmful and irritating. The story isn't about Peter Pan, it's about Wendy, who has to realize she can't be a successful mother to someone who refuses to learn or grow. Book Peter is even worse than the movie or stage musical--he kills his own Lost Boys just for fun and forgets about it immediately.

He finds physical harm amusing and sees it as just a game. Then he braggs with the suffering he inflicted on his victims.

I hate Hook more but Peter Pan was a little shit who just let a bunch of shit happen to Wendy for no reason

[honestlyyoungtyphoon]

I hate the double standards in the remarried empress fandom. Rashta act childish and people are like "this bitch 🤬" and when Heinrey did the exact same thing, people are like "Submissive muscular man 😍"

I think my eye got stuck from rolling them too much 😒

Don't even start on the double standard of this fandom. It's not just TRE unfortunately. It's every fandom of manhwa. Women can't even breathe next to FL without getting called b word (there are other name calling but I won't mention them) but male characters could be literal r*pists, war criminals and they would be like " if evil why so hot?" 🙄

The only way they tolerate female characters around FL when they are absolute simps, otherwise it's the pitchforks for them.

Manhwa fandom in general have main characters bias syndrome. Trust me if the story was written from Rashta's POV, Navier would have get the same treatment. Some people really can't fathom the idea that you can like one female character without demonising the other.

And yes criticising Rashta is absolutely okay. But if one can't criticise her without resorting to misogynistic slurs, then they should ask themselves bigger questions.

Also it grinds my gears when, male characters like birdface gets no criticism from those same people for doing worse things than Rashta. This is why I can't stand manhwa fandom in general. He literally massacred people but gets no flack. 😑

But good news is, I'm seeing more support for Rashta now a days. In the past, it was hardly there. It's a nice change of pace.

Like people, you have two hands, use them both to hold Navier and Rashta. Just because you like one, doesn't mean you'd have to hate the other.

Also birdface can rot in canon for all I care.

[rotomblr-kaiya]

😈

My birthday came early it seems. I can get carried away all I want and now Owen responded? Oh what a treat, what a treat.

>By the way, you, the coward anon.

Hmm, pretty sure I sign my name on all my messages. Seems like in addition to being politically incorrect, you're too dumb to figure out my name lol.

>I am a champion, I just let the Toothpaste so I could train more, gain more power.

"I am an ex-champion." There, I fixed it for you! Thank me later. :) Oh also, we ignoring the part where you got flattened by Diana? Pretty sure how this worked is that she left and let...mouth hygiene be in charge? Man, what are you on about?

>Yet, you are quite upseting.

Good, good. I hope I am. Let the disappointment flow through you. Also please spell "upsetting" correctly. You're pretty xenophobic towards foreigners yet you're worse than them at your own language? L.

>trying to help the weak.

Help them become strong, yes. Thought having strong people around was what your mindset was all about, hmm?

>trying to insult me with my father.

If you want to leave your father out of this, don't brag about him. Simple.

>trying to soften Kayia?!

Have you even looked at her? Seen how she is? It's called happiness, something you clearly wouldn't understand, you elitist bastard. (When the hell are you gonna notice how much you've messed her up as well...)

>I got my eyes on you, you're lucky to be hidden behind an anon.

Ohohoho! Yes, yes, yes. Good. I hope you do. It's good if you do. The longer you go sleuthing for who I really am, the more time you spend not harassing the poor students and the less time you have to prepare yourself and train for matches.

Oh, and if you stop looking for me?

I'll start finding more ways to dismantle your team so more students can stand up to you, so come and get me, ex-champion!

(Oh and Kaiya, can I have a list of names that Owen has called and harassed your friends with? Just asking. Totally not going to use it for something.)

-Trea

p.s. thank you, Kai, for standing up for me. I think I can take it from here. :)

//Being an absolute troll here. Shoutout to my online friend Chris (pseudonym) since it seems I have subconsciously gained his sarcastic and snarky traits (in addition to some...trollish tendencies 😈).

I don't even need to say anything. Trea's got this.

Oh and here:

(Things Owen has called my friends)

Weakling

Loser

Nobody

Freak

Runt

Waste of time

Waste of space

Zorua

Gay

Dyke

F-slur

R-slur

Four-Eyes (Anyone with glasses)

Cheater (Gwyn... and Diana actually)

Blue gumball bitch (Gwyn)

Fatty (Angel)

Pecharunt (Kieran)

The t-slur (Kieran)

Wild pokemon/feral creature/zoura/anything along these lines (Kieran)

Toothpaste (Drayton)

Dickweed (Drayton)

Teacher's pet (Lacey)

The n-word, hard r (Amarys)

Robot (Amarys)

Hormonal bitch (Carmine)

[thefiresofpompeii]

last opinion i will voice on this discourse because i am not well versed in the art of arguing online to an empty audience: the only thing worse than tiktok puriteens who call ‘touch grass’ ableist are tumblr users who try so hard to project the opposite vibe that they swing the pendulum all the way back to actually being ableist bullies who are two steps away from hurling the r slur at an autistic adult for watching a children’s show

‘if you’re over the age of 16 and you watch that stupid fucking blue dog cartoon you probably haven’t even graduated high school and you try to make poetic posts lmao’ now let’s dissect that slowly shall we. piece by piece. what does the notion that those who did not graduate high school are somehow inferior imply? how do you react to an intellectually disabled person posting about their interests and emotions online? are you normal about people with autism whose version of autism does not fit the sanitised, memeified select autistic traits that the internet has for whatever reason chosen to ‘accept’?

i don’t watch bluey. never in a million years would i be interested in anything remotely of the sort, it would bore me, i am not the target audience. but some people on here need to re-examine why adults peacefully enjoying non-“adult” content is so viscerally upsetting to them. why ‘ableism’ has become such a strawman these days. have you considered that perhaps your views on this could actually be ableist

[ashwithapen]

dearest little sister,

(CW for referenced/implied self-harm, (underage) alcohol abuse, referenced/implied suicidal ideation, brief use of f slur, r slur, and t slur)

i realised, very recently, that as the older of us two, i am the one who is going to have to be proud of you. 

i know, our age difference isn't staggering, but those, what, two years, four months, and two weeks between us is all the difference in the world sometimes. i wonder, deludedly, in the dark of the nights, if it's our age that made me gay and you straight, and me trans and you cis, and me autistic and you not, and me a redhead and you a brunette. two years, four months, and two weeks, and somehow, despite us being siblings, i have never known two so dissimilar people. 

i see you, 14 years old, and i see your 15th birthday coming up in a little less than two months. i see you and your trendy cropped tank tops and your loose-fitting jean shorts. i see your tan lines and your mascara and your colour-changing lights. i see you and your mannerisms and your diction and your dances. i see the way you smile and frown, for nobody, and for everybody, but seemingly never for yourself. 

i've wondered, over this past year, how you've been so happy, and so successful, and so okay with yourself all this time, never faltering. when i was your age, it was screwdrivers and pencil sharpeners colliding atop the ledge of my shower, greedy, desperate fingers twisting and turning and pulling until silver lept free and fell harshly across my skin the night before halloween. when i was your age, it was the taste of vodka that knew me best, that outlined my midmornings and evenings and late nights and midmornings again and again for the better part of two years. when i was your age, it was instagram group chats with other fangirls who also fancied the idea of death. it was therapy sessions with a woman i didn't like, and forgotten homework that played ocean and tried to drown me repeatedly, and hoodies in the summertime, and realising that christmas lights didn't make me smile anymore. 

i wondered, recently. if maybe you are less okay too, but just in your own way. i talked to a boy who plays golf with you. i asked him: "weird question, but how is my sister?" because i didn't really know, not for lack of trying. i think that's what made me ask: every time my question was directed to you, you would ignore me or, more commonly, tell me to kill myself. when i brought that up to the golf boy, who called you his little sister, he laughed, and the girl sitting beside him—a friend of mine—looked up and seemed taken aback. even with all the wildest stories she'd told me about her own family, somehow she said mine was the worse.

i didn't know it was that bad. 

i thought it was normal between us. i thought we were the same as other siblings and i thought that their banter of "but we love each other, really" was only that—banter. a joke with linked limbs and cheesy smiles for the camera accompanied by our own similar brushing off of 'dust' and fixing of clothes afterwards. i didn't think it was unusual for your sister to actually hate you.

but also, i've always hoped, ever since you learnt some choice slurs, that really you did love me, deep down. i hoped, maybe even assumed, that your curled lip and scrunched nose that came for free with every glance you tossed me over your shoulder was just the same as your tank tops and jeans: something that, as a straight, cis, newly teenage girl was necessary for you to wear. then, when i let it slip two weeks later in a park with some other boys that you liked calling me a faggot, they looked surprised and mad and put off in a matter of moments. i had thought you still loved me despite it all, but they said it right there and then how uncool that was. "family doesn't do that shit."

i was glad for the dark; i could have cried, bowing my head as they backed me up out loud, smoke spilling from their lips between remarks. she still loves me, i thought silently, stubbornly. "she's just a kid," i said as if it was some god-compelling excuse. when they heard she was fourteen, they exchanged a certain glance and my heart sunk lower. and that was before i told them about the death threats, the sharpness of her nails, the other words that i'd never heard fall from her lips until after she learnt that i was trans and that i was autistic and that i was just a little bit different from her. 

and so i'm stuck. i want to believe that how you hate me is the same as everyone else: that you don't actually hate me and truly love me deep, deep down, and also that everything you've done to me is just a right-now-teenage-phase thing that's been going on for the last 3 years. 

i wonder, writing this now, where an 11-year-old learnt to be so determinedly hateful. we live together, we went to the same school, and even share some of the same friends. who taught my own sister that who i am is something sinful?

you won't read this. you don't believe in reading unless it's the bible nowadays. 

you may never change your mind. you may never get past this moment, and there may come a day, frighteningly soon, that ends up being the last time i ever see you as i prepare for university a year from now and you try for your early golf scholarships. i need to come to terms with the fact that i may never have a relationship with my sister, i guess. and what a thing to admit to myself!

know that i don't say this to guilt you or to pitty myself. i only wrote this because i saw a video of an older sister reacting to her younger sister's wedding dress for the first time and i realised that, more likely than not, at least as things stand now, there is a good chance that i won't see you get married, and neither you, i. i probably won't get to see you slowly walk down the aisle and be proud of you. you would never invite the retarded, faggot, tranny to your perfect wedding. and i'm not going to marry, not that you'd rsvp. 

i hope you look stunning in your dress when the time comes, little sister. i hope that you really love him and that he makes you happy and treats you well. i hope that i'm wrong and you don't hate me, that i'm right and you do love me. i hope you are okay, now and for the rest of your life, because for as shitty as i've gone through and for as shitty as you treat me, i can't help but care for you, and i will never hate you back.

that's all.

all the best,

[1kari]

some rando commented on my friends reblog of a harmless post by a trans woman and started going off about how they “probably want to fuck animals” and basically saying “OP you are clearly into bestiality and i will tell everyone unless you disprove this to me personally”

so i went into their askbox and said that is freak behavior. and then they proceeded to say that “to some people being called a freak is worse than the r slur”

like dude if you have a breakdown when someoen tells you to chill out and not be weird to strangers i think you should simply not be online. or not on tumblr at least

[postgameroutesix]

its interesting innit. back when i was 12/13 i used to get called the r slur pretty frequently by people id be in the same group as mainly in art/drama/pe/music class bc i was one of the weirder (read: undiagnosed autistic) kids who didnt speak much and “look[ed] like a school shooter”, had weird mannerisms etc. not knowing what the word meant, i assumed it was just a regular insult, repeated it a few times under that assumption. once i learnt what it meant, why they were calling me that, i felt really violently sick + still do thinking back on it

that sort of experience is much worse in others who had it much worse than me who, while weird, was able to escape overt bullying. but even with that milder experience, i cant ever even imagine “reclaiming” the slur just to use it on other people it makes my stomach turn. idk. “its just a word” sure. why do u get such a kick out of using it then….. i wont ever get it

[unohanaswetdream]

THE KNOWING PT. 2/3

Now we're lying about the nights

Hiding all it behind the smiles

Take a look at what you did

You probably thought that you'd break my heart

You probably thought that you'd make me cry

But, baby, it's okay

I swear it's okay

♡♡♡ summary: - A glimpse into yours and Ignacio's relationship -

Something happened to your insides as you gave the girls one last glance at their state before you left them for Ignacio, nonetheless you choose to ignore it.

AO3 | PT.1 | PT.2 | PT.3

3.2k words

A/N i would recommend reading pt.1 ! but it doesn't matter if you read it before or after this part. smut ! smut ! and more smut ! was all it was meant to be but dw it will still be there, i just got carried away with reader's interactions w jo n amber n accidentally made them have a threesome ; / partly bc I want one with them LOL. so bc of that i had to split this into two chapters and have reader x Ignacio in the next one. But if you want to skip the threesome i will place '-----' at where it starts and finishes.

also, there is just more focus on reader's internal monologue than originally planned. bc of this there are dark and heavy themes of addiction where the reader is not the nicest which was reflected on in pt. 1 by the reader when they talk abt their and Ignacio's treatment of amber and jo. so pls be careful and remember to put yourself first .

WARNINGS - 18+ please - explicit depictions of sex - talks of addiction and usage of drugs - unhealthy/toxic depiction of relationships - swearing

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Stepping out of the car, phone against your ear ‘yes baby, I will be safe, yes… yes we have a designated driver… no I will not be drinking much… what do you mean ?.. oh, no I will not be doing drugs, honey you are like a worried mother hen… yeah yeah, I understand you are looking out for me, well if I have an overdose which I won’t the only drugs I will ever be doing is weed, the other shit increases my paranoia tenfold’.

Arriving at the door you knock only for Jo and Amber to welcome you in as you continue talking on the phone, ‘yeah I just got here… girls say hi’.

Liar. Cheater.

In their inebriated state they responded with a slurred yet confused ‘hi’ making it apparent they were not in the right mindset to be talking to anyone let alone knowing what was happening in the world around them.

You huffed in annoyance at their mindless state, how dare they embarrass you in front of your husband acting like out-of-control addicts, you wish you could have told him that they really weren’t your friends. You would never be caught willingly hanging out with people like them and knowing your husband probably thought you were voluntarily chilling with them frustrated you to no end, these bitches just did not know when to stop embarrassing you.

You are a disgusting and horrible person.

‘Are they ok-‘.

You cut him off, ‘okay well I’m here baby, see you tomorrow’.

‘Just please stay safe, I love y-‘, you end the call not caring what else he had to say.

You do not deserve him.

Turning to the girls you flash a grin almost reminiscent of the infamous striped pink and purple cat, The Cheshire Cat, thinking about what drugs were on the menu and what you fancied for the night.

‘Girls, girls, girls’, your voice like a siren calling them in as you walked up to them, moulding your body into theirs.

You lower your lips to their ears, giving a soft nibble on Jo’s lobe ‘what is on the menu tonight’.

You think you are better than them ? You are not nor will you ever be, you are worse than them combined or even times two.

None of them were in any state to respond but that did not mean their cognitive ability was completely impaired as they both understood what you meant, Amber grabbed your perfectly manicured hand and led you to the living room so she could present you the goods. The small glass table was covered in little bags with different substances, from clear and hard to opaque and fluffy like freshly fallen snow.  Little buds scattered around the red leather two-seater, the one which was closest to the kitchen, the bong tipped over saturating the couch and buds.

You took a deep exhale at the mess, what a waste you thought as you looked at the now dampen buds.

This is a cry for help don’t you see ?

‘My loves do not sit on that wet two-seater until I clean it up okay’. They just nodded and sat on the dry couch to continue watching tv.

You grabbed the loose buds and bong to take it into the kitchen, grabbing the paper towel next to the tap you sandwich the buds between the two pieces of paper, drying them off as well as you could. Once satisfied you left the buds on a fresh piece of paper towel to continue drying off, while you filled the bong up with fresh water. It was an ordinary bong, it had green and blue tinted swirls on the glass with a classic base, a ring of decolouration on the inside of the bong demonstrating it had not been cared for. You could tell Ignacio bought it for them without a care in the world if they would like it or not. It was probably the first one and the cheapest one he saw, something that would get the job done, he was not a thoughtful person, especially if it was for someone, he did not give a flying fuck about them or what they wanted.

You decided to take the whole roll of paper towels to dry the couch off with, yet something caught your eye as you were about to leave, the top kitchen drawer which in any other house would be the cutlery drawer. You carefully opened it so the girls would not notice you, allowing you to snag a little baggy filled with white powder to take home – a normal occurrence when you would come to Ignacio’s house, you’d refuse to call it a habit even with the glaring evidence that you started coming over to his house more and more frequently since you discovered what was hiding in there – not caring that technically you were stealing, but what would they do, call the cops ? Like hell, the worse they could do is cry to Ignacio yet, he would just chalk it up to them being too high to remember and even if they blamed you, you were the favourite and you would take whatever advantage that would come with it.

You are just as reliant on that shit like they are and yet you judge them without knowing how they got to be here.

Running your hand over the laminated bench that tried its hardest to look like marble, you were disgusted. With the sheer amount of drugs Ignacio had within this house he could easily get real marble for the whole house let alone the bench, what was he doing with his life.

Projecting much, huh ?

You’re so miserable it is embarrassing.

Slipping the bag into the pocket of your jacket, you beelined back to the couch with the bong in one hand and the roll of paper towels in the other determined to have the couch cleaned as soon as possible so you could begin to unwind.

Finally, you place the back of your hand on the couch to make sure it was dry enough to sit on, the paper towels you used to wipe the water thrown on the floor, honestly you did not care if it was wet, you just wanted to take a hit and a drink of the Smirnoff that was on the floor eyeing you seductively.

‘Hey, Jo could you be a dear for me and pass me that grinder on the floor and the bottle of Smirnoff, thank you baby girl’.

As you received your gifts from jo, you sat yourself in the middle of the couch your legs spread like you were man spreading not caring if your skirt wasn’t covering anything. You placed the bottle to the left of you and checked in the top compartment of the grinder to see if there was any weed left to grind only to find it empty and this is where you started to pray that there was some either in the chamber or kief compartment but knowing how mindless they were they probably forgot about that bottom compartment.

Just because they do drugs does not mean they are idiots; you are still one when you are sober.

God pulled through and low and behold there it was, in the chamber so as prophecy would have it you started packing the bowl, yet Jo was still standing in front of you, causing you to look up at her.

Jo looked down at you almost frightened causing you to smirk ‘can I light it for you ?’.

It was a question in a question, can I sit on you ? You knew that was what she was actually asking permission for because every time you came over, she would ask you that exact question, look uncomfortable while lighting it so you would ask her if being in your lap would be more comfortable for her. She’d say yes with no hesitation.

‘Hop on princess and light me up.’

Two face.

And she did what she was told, sitting across your legs, your left arm cupping her ass occasionally drumming your fingers on one of her cheeks. You brought the bong to your mouth as she went to light the weed up, sucking in, creating bubbles in the water encouraging the smoke to move through the water into your mouth, you felt it glide down your throat like a sailboat on calm seas as you inhaled it into your lungs, holding it there for a second then exhaling and emptying the bowl out on the floor for the girls to clean up later. You repeated these steps multiple times; pack it, light it, smoke it, dump it.

You felt a warmness creeping up on you, dispersing itself throughout your body, reminiscent of what it felt like to be on the verge of falling asleep as your eyesight began to flicker. The long-awaited high had finally arrived and now, your mind finally silenced itself as you felt your body sink itself into the couch.

You rested your eyes, focusing on the environment around you through smell, touch and taste. Jo’s soft, slim bodying pressing up against you while her hand went to play with your hair lulling you into bliss, her shampoo infiltrating your nose relaxing your body. The burn of the branded vodka as you skulled it down like water, heating up your insides like a bonfire.

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Wet kisses on your neck was occupied by an ‘I miss you’by Jo, sighing at the sensation it gave you, you tilted you head to the side giving her more access until,

‘No hickeys’.

Causing her to stop, earning her a ‘good girl from you’. Yet, you still hadn’t opened your eyes until now taking in her tinted cheeks and how her eyes had darkened significantly, you reached around to the back of her head to bring her closer to you so your lips could touch. There was no slow and sensual kiss, it was hot, fast and passionate, teeth grazing, nose bumping, constant moaning and grinding looking for any friction possible as your tongues infiltrated each other’s mouths like they were looking for treasure. Her lips pillowy yet slightly chapped, you could taste remnants of harsh liquor on her, yet you found yourself trying to drink as much of it as possible off her lips. Your hand slithering into and under Jo’s top to cup her tits and fidget with her harden nipples. You glanced over at Amber and despite all of the sounds you guys were making, Amber did not remove her focus off of the tv which played an ocean documentary, you not remembering when the channel changed.

Pulling away from the kiss, you move you lips to Jo’s ear giving it a quick swipe of your tongue ‘be a good girl for me and take of your pants and sit between my legs’, tapping her butt as she got up to follow your instructions.

As she sat between your legs on the couch you used both of your hands to run them over the tops of her thighs to reach her inner thigh so you could pull them a part making her knees rest on top of your thighs leaving her ankles barely hovering above the ground, ensuring that her sheerly covered cunt – for the time being – was exposed to anyone who dared to walk into the living room. Jo’s hair was perfectly parted into two buns that sat atop of her head making it easier to latch your mouth onto her neck while you kneaded the smooth flesh around her hot and achy core which you swore you could feel heat radiating from between her legs. Your mouth finding her pulse, you began to suck causing her to softly whimper, leaving your mark on her.

Using your hand, you lightly ran your fingers up and down the thin fabric covering Jo’s pussy almost like you were patting it, ‘wow already that wet that it is soaking your panties ? Just from kissing ? What a needy little slut you are’.

Feeling her pussy clench against your hand in response, you smirk ‘you know baby, you need to use your words, let me help you, okay ?’

Not caring enough to wait for her to respond you continue ‘repeat after me, my wet pussy needs your finger in it so you can make me cum’.

Doing as she was told; she responded her tone shaky ‘my wet pussy really needs your fingers so I can cum’.

You smile proudly at how well you taught her as you go to kiss her cheek ‘you are such a good girl; I am going to make sure that, that cunt of yours will be satisfied by my fingers’.

Moving her panties to the side, you dip your middle finger in between her cunt lips causing her to lean into you, her ass brushing against your pussy causing you to jolt forward due to the much-wanted friction as she rested her head on your shoulder. This movement allowing you to clearly see her puffy and glistening lips almost making your mouth water. You use you middle finger to spread around her slick that rested at her hole all around her labia, barely grazing her now stiffen clit, earning a low mewl from her as she tried to roll her hips against your hand. Not trying to stop her from her desperate attempts of getting some sort of relief, you continued to tease her, moving your finger to lazily play with her vaginal opening, you circle your finger around it occasionally, barely inserting your digit into her causing her pussy to flutter with anticipation pushing more of her juices down coating your finger.

Finally, you plunged two fingers into her, causing her to moan out of shock, luckily due to her high arousal state her pussy had relaxed enough to easily accommodate your fingers. You kept thrusting your fingers in and out of her wet cunt which filled the room with lewd noises sometimes inserting your fingers so deep into her that your knuckles would rest against her puffy lips, to push your fingers downward to stretch her so you could fit a third finger in. Every time you  did that, her moans would louden while her pussy would clench around you, once you got the third finger in you decided it was time to focus on her g-spot by firmly brushing the pads of your fingers against the top wall, feeling her wetness drip down the palm of your hand.

Hearing a moan that was not Jo’s, you pull your eyes from where your fingers delved into Jo’s cunt to look at the only person in the room, Amber, to find that her hand was in her pants playing with herself at the sight of you fingering Jo.

Your voice was filled with lust as you ordered Amber to ‘come here and play with yourself on this couch, I don’t want you to feel left out’.

She followed your order, her eyes not moving away from Jo’s filled cunt, you looked at Amber, ‘before you sit down, let me get a taste’, as you moved your eyes to her shiny fingers.

Amber did as you asked, your tongue rolling around the two digits in your mouth causing her to moan, pulling back you flash her a lustful smile, ‘sluts always taste so good’, signally to her you were done for now, she sat down and continued to play with herself.

Using your spare hand that was used to hold Jo’s thigh in place, you begin to play with her clit, no teasing instead going straight to the point of wanting to make her cum, rubbing the bud up and down, left to right and round and round in circles. Your handy work causing Jo’s breathing to become erratic due to the overstimulation of her pussy being stretched open and her clit being played with.

While your hands were occupied with Jo, your mouth became occupied with Amber’s. The kiss was wet and heavy as Amber was constantly moaning into your mouth as the feeling of your lips on her and your tongue invading her mouth helped in conjuring dirty images of you. This pushing her over the edge, cumming around her fingers as she began heavily moaning into your mouth but not pulling away from the kiss.

Your core ached with need as you had two beautiful women around you lustfully moaning and as if Amber had noticed your neediness, she put her hand under your skirt only for you to hear her mutter into your mouth ‘no panties’. The rough pad of her finger began toying with your clit causing you to groan and thrust into her hand while you could feel the tension in your lower tummy slowly building. The roughness of her pad felt amazing as it helped to alleviate the hunger that formed from neglecting your desires.

Feeling Jo’s pussy clenching more and more frequently around your fingers, you knew she was close, so you fastened your pace on her clit so she could hurry up and get off and as you hoped she came violently, her hips jerking up while you could see her legs start to shake, her moans and sobs loud enough that the whole street what know what just took place. She went limp in your arms almost knocking Amber’s hand. 

Feeling frustrated at Jo for almost making Amber stop, you move your lips to her ear and mutter harshly, ‘get off’, and she did, shakily getting up Jo moved to the other couch.

And Amber took the opportunity to warm the spot Jo had left empty, still keeping her fingers on your clit and mouth on yours she moved into your lap to straddle you. The vibrations of her moans in your mouth sent shock after shock straight down to your tummy almost breaking the dam that tried to stop your tension from reaching climax. In order to illustrate your need, you started grinding into her hand at a faster pace so she would go faster but she did not get it.

‘Finger me’.

‘Huh’.

‘Just do it’.

Slipping her two fingers into your wet cunt she started to stroke your g-spot, sending jolts to your clit making you eerily close to cumming however, to compensate for the lack of attention she was giving your clit you took it into your own hands. All the different sensations you were experiencing all over your body started to blend into one overwhelming explosive sensation causing your eyes to roll back to help hold onto this feeling for as long as possible, a habit that you always tended to do when you orgasmed.

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After regaining your strength and remembering the real reason you were here you turned to look at Amber who had moved to sit beside you, staring off in space while Jo was messing around with the remote, ‘where’s Ignacio ?’.

‘Last time I heard, he was in the study’.

Getting up you leave them to search for your man yet, something happened to your insides as you gave the girls one last glance at their state before you left them for Ignacio, nonetheless you choose to ignore it.

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thank you so much for reading this part and feedback is always welcomed !!!!!

and as always have an awesome saucesome day/night（づ￣3￣）づ╭❤～

resources: Directory of non-governmental organizations working in drug demand reduction, unodc.org, 1999 so it is quite old unfortunately but all continents are covered Drugs contacts, health.gov, 2019 Useful links, health.nsw, 2022 Organisations, drugpolicy.org

[bohemian-nights]

Personally I’ve always liked the morally grey/evil characters so long as something was compelling about them (i.e. the lannisters, severus snape, anakin skywalker etc) so when HOTD was announced I was hyped. Because who’s more morally grey than the members of an incestuous family. That being said I was thoroughly underwhelmed watching HOTD. Don’t get me wrong I still enjoyed it and will continue watching it (there are certain character arcs and events I want to see played out) but when remembering it’s an adaptation 🥴 all of the relationships have been reduced or made into something thy weren’t. Characterization has been either inconsistent or nonexistent.

And to make matters worse the fandom is split between Team Black vs Team Green and if you post something criticizing someone from Team Black you’re accused of supporting a r@pist (as someone who knows people who have been r@ped and or s@xually assaulted that is a disgusting thing to say especially when the post isn’t even about Aegon) even if you explicitly state you don’t support Aegon. Also if you don’t ship abuse (non consensual chocking during a relationship is domestic violence which is abuse) somehow you hate all women and support the patriarchy (I have seen several members of this fandom claim just that).

In conclusion I hate it here (lol) 🫠😊🤷🏾‍♀️

This adaptation is really just doing the bare minimum. It’s mediocre at best and an absolute letdown when you compare it to the early seasons of GOT(which is why they’ve been barely nominated/won any awards). They’ve got to stop there because, at a certain point, they won't be able to continue riding off the coattails of a show that ended almost half a decade ago.

This fandom is another clown to this circus 🎪Lol half of them(let’s be real, it’s the cult of Missy Anne. They are the worst part of this fandom at least Team Green tries to hear you out these people just start screaming misogyny while calling every woman they don’t like a c*nt, a wh*re, dirty, or racial slurs🙃) don’t have a leg to stand on yet they really get on you if you don’t worship the ground their Valaryan self-insert queen walks on and lie and say that Daemon lived, ate, and shat for her until his dying breath🫠(Don’t bring up Nettles or they’ll really start raging🤣).

[baradyke]

I'm glad you were safe then. I had the opposite when I came out as aroace, I got stalked by some folks in my school and called the q slur. It was much worse online tho, people sent me links to r*pe porn and other shit, telling me that's what they'd do if they met me. Kinda screwed me up a lot.

Course it might be the way I explained how being asexual worked that got those reactions. If people think it's an active choice, like saying, "I don't wanna date/sleep with anyone" it's much more well received. At least in my experience. But explaining it as an inherent thing like any other sexuality got much worse reactions.

first off, i wanna say i'm sorry that happened to you, people are so unnecessarily cruel when it comes to things they don't understand. and nobody deserves to go through that!

that being said, i wanna clarify since i think you may be new to my blog and saw my prev post in the tags, when i say something is not a result of aphobia, it isn't intended to mean "no ace person has ever faced discrimination for being ace", it means that the roots of said discrimination comes from other things, like misogyny, homophobia, and rape culture. this case seems to stem from the latter two, (though i don't know your gender identity so it could very well be misogyny too)

another reason i say this is because asexuality is not something very widely understood by society, so it often ends up being treated as if said person came out as gay/bi instead, hence the q slur being used against you. and i by no means think that people should have to change their language to cater to people that may potentially bully or harass them otherwise, but i think it's worth noting that being aro/ace means you're given the option to explain your sexuality in a more socially acceptable way. for example, i prefer to say "i like girls" rather than saying i'm a lesbian (to straight people) but saying either still has the same effect, where i'm still very much getting associated with The Gays. but asexuality can be associated with things like celibacy and abstinence, which, while not being free from harassment, is not something that is systemically shut down and oftentimes even encouraged.

but yeah that's just my take on it! hope i worded that well enough

[cesium-sheep]

I saw a [long post] with a lot of different people’s thoughts on use of the word crippled, especially in the context of the able-bodied nd/mentally disordered. I’m having a lot of trouble parsing it so I don’t want to reblog and add my thoughts directly, but I do have thoughts. (btw the post and the other post the ask was ostensibly in response to both have a lot of interesting discussion about ableism towards both physical and mental disability (and a lot of overlapping issues), I just. can’t read very well right now.)

before I got really sick, I started shying away from using the word crippled, because I’d heard other people say it was ableist, just like I started shying away from using the word crazy to describe things like buckwild video game plots, or how we’re not supposed to use “stupid” because it’s just one step down from the r slur dontchaknow, or “dumb” is a slur against the nonverbal (frequently posited by the fully verbal).

but as a cripple myself now (depending on how precise we’re getting with the term; I do not have severe motor dysfunction, paralysis, or loss of limb, but I rely on mobility aids to leave my home for more than a couple minutes and I am severely disabled), I think maybe broad discouragement of use is a bad thing? individuals who are not comfortable with it should be respected, just as individuals who prefer person-first language for themselves should be respected, but as a Broad Community Thing yknow? like, a lot of the instances in which it’s used are just... correct usage. to the best of my knowledge current use of the word “cripple” is basically synonymous with “disable”. crippling illness is generally considered acceptable even by those against other uses. how is that a different use from crippling depression, crippling debt, crippling cold?

it wouldn’t be more or less correct to refer to these things as debilitating instead. but “hey swap in debilitating” never seems to be the talking point. I’ve only ever really seen “don’t use The Bad Word”. which kinda increases stigmatization and stuff.

and like, by the same turn, I’d been nd and mentally ill (different things to me, and it’s very valuable to be able to speak of the cluster of autism adhd and other closely related disorders as a group with a single group term, which again no one is trying to replace as they try to turn nd into a whole-community term they’re only saying “no not for you”) for a very very long time, but one of the first things that happened as a result of me getting very very ill was being hospitalized in a psychiatric unit for several days. (which btw was abysmal and made things much worse mentally so like be careful tossing that kind of recommendation around.) and idk people saying “that’s crazy” doesn’t feel like an attack after that. especially when I’m most often hearing it from other mentally ill people that actually talk about accessibility and call out ableist things in the games they’re playing or their public conversations with friends.

idk it just kinda feels like. people are picking fights over language and in more than ten years it has not helped at all. so while there is absolutely some derogatory language that the outgroup should not say (the n word, the f slur, the r slur, etc), this kinda feels like it falls under the “queer” category for me. a word that absolutely has been used as a weapon (and which targets’ preference to “opt out” should be respected) but also is not inherently a threat.

(plus a lot of it feels like it totally fails to take into account that english is a living language, and use dictates meaning, and these words flat out are not the same as they were 50 or 100 or 1000 years ago, even though understanding how they came to be is valuable and often illustrative.)