#we were going to reblog the other one going around but we're blocked. so i made one for us

[cosmossystem]

Curious System / Plural Ask Game

inclusive of all system types :] feel free to send an ask, or reblog if you want to play too!

❤ Is anyone in-system in a relationship? What kind(s)?

🌹 Does your system have any inhuman members? If so, what species are they?

🐾 Is your system mostly human or inhuman members? Somewhere in between?

🧡 How does your system handle memories? Does everyone share, or is it split across members? (Feel free to be as vague or specific as you want, or skip this question.)

⭐ Do you have a headspace / inner world? What does it look like?

💛 How long have you known about your system / plurality?

🌻 How did you discover your system / plurality? (Feel free to be as vague or specific as you want, or skip this question.)

🌙 How does your system handle dreams? Do you share dreams, or are they specific to one member? Do any members show up in dreams?

💚 Do you have any funny stories about another system member(s) or about being a system?

🍀 Do any system members practice a religion or belief system? What about spirituality?

❄ Do you have a favorite memory related to your system? (i.e. something that happened in headspace or something that another member did.)

💙 Does your system have any introjects? Do they typically come from the same source / origin, or is it more varied?

🧵 How does your system handle the body's / vessel's appearance? Does everyone dress the same, or is there a broad range of styles?

💜 What's your favorite part of being plural / in a system?

🌺 Do any members consider other system members to be family? In other words, does your system have any internal families (such as siblings, caretakers, parents, etc.) ?

🌸 Does your system have any inside jokes?

🎀 Does your system share everything in the outer world / meatspace? Does anyone have any objects / items that are solely theirs?

🤎 Do system members typically agree on things or is there a broad range of opinions?

🖤 How does your system make important collective decisions? Does one person call the shots, or is it a group effort?

🚀 Do any members speak another language? What about multiple languages? Does everyone speak the same language(s), or does it vary?

🌼 Do any members have accents or typing quirks? Are accents/quirks common in your system, or more rare?

☁ How does your system handle switching? Can you switch easily, or does it take more effort? Are there a lot of switches?

🔬 Does everyone in your system typically share skills and hobbies, or does it vary between members? Does anyone have any unique or strange hobbies / skills?

🏁 How has your system changed over time, if it has? Such as a new influx of members, a change in headspace, or a new structure. (Feel free to be as vague or specific as you want, or skip this question.)

🔎 Is there any other trivia about your system you'd like to share?

🤍 Say something positive about another system member (or all of them, if you'd like!)

[clandestineloki]

strawberry bliss (nsfw)

the part 2 to strawberry sweet ❤️

summary: miguel loves using his strength on you ;)) and this little snippet of you guys watching a replay of his recent game shows just that, with some sweet lil fluff and playful banter :)) and then miguel fucks u so good he hits your factory reset and you go back to being a lil shy babie around him oh no :3

tw: he also finds out you have a daddy kink, mention of shane dawson (derogatory), mention of physical violence (bros a wrestler what did you expect), overstimulation, a bit of breeding kink, heavy praise kink, a bit of humiliation but on the sweet side

A/N: this takes place about a year or so after strawberry sweet, where miguel and reader are in an established relationship and make quippy cute banter with each other

A/N # 2: pls reblog so we can turn more ppl into whores 💖

💕 hope you enjoy! 

===

"BABYY THE COMMERCIALS ARE OVER!"

Miguel runs from the bathroom and meets you in the kitchen, you with the tray of strawberry drinks squealing as he tickles your waist.

"AHH IT'S GONNA SPILL!!!" you scream, and he backs off, smiling as you regain your balance.

You balance the smoothie cups on the tray and move forward, but Miguel blocks your way. 

"M'scuse me, I have a game to watch," you pout up at him, but he doesn't budge.

"Mister, my boyfriend will be very angry if he finds out I'm late to the game >:( "

"Aww, such a shame, pretty girl... can't I just get a little kiss?"

"Let me through!"

"Can't, hermosa, you gotta say the password right up against my lips~ the password is mwah mwah mwah i love you miguel you're so handsome miguel~"

"You're cheesy," you roll your eyes, and he laughs as you set the tray down in front of the bed facing the TV. "I want the old Miguel back, he was cute and he had actual rizz."

He slumps against the couch. "The Miguel that was a total pervert over your old smoothie girl uniform?"

"Oh my gosh, I totally forgot about the uniform!" You giggle. "I hated it. Did you know on my first day they gave me a size too small and they had the audacity to try and gaslight me by saying I got fat?"

"Fucking weirdos," he pulled you into his arms, your back against his chest." Glad I got you out of that mess, mm?"

"It was just one mess into another, Mig, you made me your sugar baby," you tease, and his face scrunches up.

"Bebita, I may be rich but I'm not your sugar daddy. I'm just two years older than you."

"But think about it, I was sixteen when you were eighteen! Like- that's two years but the maturity difference is huge! That's creepy, Miguel. You wanna go to jail?"

"Ay, por dios. We're in our twenties, we met in our twenties. End of discussion. And I've already been to jail. Twice."

"What?!"

"Ay! ay! end of discussion. The match is starting," he pinches your nose then turns to watch the TV just as the host's opening spiel ends. Miguel feels you sit up in his grip when the crowds on the TV cheer as he comes up on screen, flashing a grin to the audience.

"Ew, who's that?" you mumble, cheeks stuffed with popcorn and Miguel snorts, rolling his eyes.

"That's me, your boyfriend, the guy who's gonna absolutely obliterate downgraded Shane Dawson in about..." he snaps his fingers just as his opponent comes out on screen. "Fifty-eight seconds."

"I really don't see the resemblance, Miggy, you're just being a bully."

"Y'know," he pulls you closer, absentmindedly kissing your neck as he feels you squirm in his hold. "I don't get how you let the physical violence slide but I compare some white guy to Shane Dawson and you call me a bully."

Your face heats up a little, and you turn away, mumbling shyly. "C-cause you look really badass when you throw them around like that... "

"Mmm?" he teases, nuzzling his nose in your neck. "I do?"

He feels you freeze up and chuckles, his hands trailing down to your thighs.

"Y-yeah," you whisper... "a bit..."

"Oh, and you like how strong I am, hmm? Is that what it is?"

It's cute how you shake your head and brush his hands away to turn up the volume on the TV, when he just goes right back to kneading your breasts and riling you up.

"Querida, you gotta answer me, y'know I can't understand you when you mumble like that~"

"What was the question?" you mumble, looking up at him with what he knows for sure are the most adorable bunny eyes he's ever fucking seen.

"I said," he nibbles down on your ear with a little growl, "do you get off like a cute little bunny when I show off? Is my baby that kinky~?"

" I-I... maybe..." you twitch as his fingers toy with your nipples. "Miggy, please..."

"Please what baby? Please stop or please give me more?" 

Miguel knows the answer, obviously. It's just that he can't get over the fact that he landed the prettiest girl with the cutest stutter when she's nervous.

"Please..." you whisper.

He chuckles against your ear, leaning in and lowering his voice just the way he knows you like it, especially when he's buried all the way inside you.

"Please what."

The tiniest gasp comes out of your lips. "Please... please f-fuck me... please?" 

Before you can even finish, you're over his shoulder and on the bed as he kisses everywhere on your face, growling at the inconvenience of the fact that he cant hold you still and fondle your chest at the same time.

"M-Miguel..." you whimper, twitching in sensitivity. "You're always teasing me..."

"Oh?" he mocks you, flipping you over on your stomach and gripping your hips, leaning in real slow to drawl darkly in your ear. "I'm the tease here? When you're shaking your little ass all over me? You rile me up like this and expect me not to fuck you the way you deserve? hmm?"

"S-Sorry..." you mumble, and Miguel laughs breathily, having the time of his life making you all shy and embarrassed.

"S'okay, baby, you just gotta make up for it, yeah?"

With a playful swat to your ass, he rips off your shorts and his fingers tease your folds through your panties.

"Miguel..."

"Yes...?" he kisses the arch in your back, smirking when your thighs tremble.

"Please hurry..." you gasp.

"Don't worry baby, you'll be asking me to slow down real soon~" 

===

His favorite sight of all time is you underneath him, with that blissed out look on your face and your chest heaving as he fucks every choked breath out of those pretty lips.

"Fuck, bebita," he whispers. "Creaming all over my fingers like the cute little plaything you are?"

You whimper, closing your thighs shakily, but his free hand just forces your legs apart and he curls his two fingers in you, tickling your pussy and making his hand even wetter.

"Hmm? What did you say?" Miguel mumbles close to your ear, and makes sure that at the precise moment you try to speak he speeds up his fingers, making your words melt away in warm red pleasure as more juices coat his fingers.

"S'too much..."

"Bebita, you asked for this," he whispers darkly. "We're not even halfway done."

You mewl out his name and turn your head to the side. He takes it as an opportunity to bite down on your neck and relish in the high-pitched pleasure drunk squeal that forces out of you as your little pussy sucks in his fingers.

"Shit. I can't take it anymore," he grumbles, his fingers moving even faster as he leans closer, forcing you flat against the bedsheets as you moan and cream all over his fingers like a cute little bunny, just too pleasure-drunk to utter even a word.

"Come for me baby," Miguel almost begs. "Come for me so I can fuck you the way I know you want me too, okay?"

You gasp at his dirty talk, and he laughs at the fact that you never stop getting shy when he says these things.

Or when your little pussy makes those wet noises when you're really really close.

"Fuck you're so cute," Miguel grins, licking the tears falling from your hazy eyes. "So sweet, letting me do whatever I want with you~ Come for me, gatita, you know you want to~"

Your moans make him grin and he thumbs at your sensitive little bud. His teasing sends you over the edge and you gasp and whimper, clinging onto him as he helps you through your third orgasm.

When you come down from it, Miguel is smirking down at you, and licking his fingers clean of your juices, humming lowly as his tongue traces his long fingers sensually.

"Wanna taste it right off your pretty pussy baby," he whispers, making you blush. "But I'll save that for later~"

He really means he'll save it for when you're too fucked out to close your pretty legs around his head.

Miguel kisses your hips as he flips you over again, tracing his rough hands over your ass and thighs, making you shiver and mumble something he almost can't hear.

"Daddy..."

His wandering hands freeze.

He grins.

"What was that?" he teases.

Your breath stutters.

"What- I-"

He leans in dangerously close, pinning you down on the bed with your ass right against his throbbing hard cock.

"What did you just call me?" he drawls, and you whimper.

"I-I called you Daddy," you bury your head in the pillows. "S-Sorry... if it makes you uncomfortable-"

Miguel thrusts his hips forward, sinking halfway into your wet, warm little cunt. The squelching of your little hole is nothing compared to the pure, unadulterated, sinful noise of pleasure that leaves your lips.

"Oh," Miguel groans. "That made me reallyfuckin' uncomfortable alright."

Your thighs shake as he sinks in really really slowly, making sure you feel every inch of him stretch you out.

"Say it again."

You gasp, tears forming in your eyes. "It's embarrassing..."

"Fuck, you really have to do all these things that make you so lovable, huh?" He groans, pulling your wrists and holding your arms behind your back. "Got the cutest little face, the cutest little pussy, and you always got these little kinks that make you so cute~"

He starts moving his hips, making you slur out his name and clench around him.

"My cute little milkshake girl, doing all these cute things for me and no one else," he whispers, and you nod helplessly,

Miguel runs his hands up and down your waist, making you sigh and whimper into the pillows.

"Wanna repeat what you said? No one's around, baby, just you and me. No need to be shy~"

"Daddy..."

"Fuck, you really are such the perfect little cutie, aren't you?" Miguel teases, pounding you harder.

It's music to his ears when you finally get to that stage of it, just uncontrollably whimpering and moaning and making all these noises of pleasure as you let him do whatever he wants to you.

"C'mon, say it again, another time won't hurt~"

"Such a t-tease..." you whine, and he chuckles fondly, pressing a kiss to your sensitive neck.

"Sorry, baby, not my fault you're so fucking adorable," he groans, shuddering when you clench down on him. "Daddy's close, baby, wanna come with me? Feel good together, hmm? Can you even understand me you dumb little baby?"

Miguel coos as you take in high-pitched breaths and gasps. Your tiny fists clench the sheets shakily, and your thighs thump helplessly with every thrust of his hips.

"Come back to me, baby," he whispers as his thrusts get sloppier. "Help me out one list time, kay? Wanna be my good girl?"

"Mhm..."

"Ah," he laughs. "Daddy broke his pretty baby so bad? Sorry, gatita, you just feel too good. Let's come together, okay? I'll get us there, baby~"

You whimper loudly one last time, creaming helplessly around his cock. Miguel pins your back down onto the bed, leaning in and growling right against your ear as his orgasm takes over as well, making sure you take every bit of his cum inside you.

The twitching of your thighs finally slows as Miguel pulls out, turning you onto your back and lightly running his hands up your thighs, waist, and breasts, kneading them softly and eliciting a whine from your lips.

"So sensitive," he pinches your nipple, making you gasp. "But I'll keep my hands to myself... for now."

You blush at those words, nuzzling into his neck as he chuckles at your bashfulness.

"Didn't know my good little girl had a Daddy kink. So cute," he whispers. "Got the sweetest little baby all to myself~."

Miguel brushes his lips against yours, smiling when he tastes a hint of strawberry,

His second favorite sweet thing in the goddamn world.

"Oh, baby~" he coos. "You felt so fucking good. Can we go again, gatita?"

You whimper, twitching helplessly, and blushing at the feeling of his fingers toying with the cum trickling down your thighs.

But you don't say no.

[fixyourwritinghabits]

How to Tell If That Post of Advice Is AI Bullshit

Right, I wasn't going to write more on this, but every time I block an obvious AI-driven blog, five more clutter up the tags. So this is my current (April 2024) advice on how to spot AI posts passing themselves off as useful writing advice.

No Personality - Look up a long-running writing blog, you'll notice most people try to make their posts engaging and coming from a personal perspective. We do this because we're writers and, well, we want to convey a sense of ourselves to our readers. A lot of AI posts are straight-forward - no sense of an actual person writing them, no variation in tone or text.

No Examples - No attempts to show how pieces of advice would work in a story, or cite a work where you could see it in action. An AI post might tell you to describe a person by highlighting two or three features, and that's great, but it's hard to figure out how that works without an example.

Short, Unhelpful Definitions - A lot of what I've seen amount to two or three-sentence listicles. 'When you want to write foreshadowing, include a hint of what you want foreshadowed in an earlier chapter.' Cool beans, could've figured that out myself.

SEO/AI Prompt Language Included - I've seen way too many posts start with "this post is about..." or "now we will discuss..." or "in this post we will..." in every single blog. This language is meant to catch a search engine or is ChatGPT reframing the prompt question. It's not a natural way of writing a post for the average tumblr user.

Oddly Clinical Language - Right, I'm calling out that post that tried to give advice on writing gay characters that called us "homosexuals" the entire time. That's a generative machine trying to stay within certain parameters, not an actual person who knows that's not a word you'd use unless you were trying to be insulting or dunking on your own gay ass in the funniest way possible.

Too Perfect - Most generative AI does not make mistakes (this is how many a student gets caught trying to use it to cheat). You can find ways to make it sound more natural and have it make mistakes, but that takes time and effort, and neither of those are really a factor in these posts. They also tend to have really polished graphics and use the same format every time.

Maximized Tags (That Are Pointless) - Anyone who uses more than 10 one-word tags is a cop. Okay, fine, I'm joking, but there's a minimal amount of tags that are actually useful when promoting a post. More tags are not going to get a post noticed by the algorithm, there is no algorithm. Not everyone has to use their tags to make snarky comments, but if your tags look like a spambot, I'm gonna assume you're a spambot.

No Reblogs From The Rest of Writblr - I'm always finding new Writblr folks who have been around for awhile, but every real person I've seen reblogs posts from other people. We've all got other stuff to do, I'm writing this blog to help others and so are they, the whole point of tumblr is to pass along something you think is great.

While you'll probably see some variation in the future - as people get wise to obviously generated text, they'll try to make it look less generated - but overall, there's still going to be tells to when something is fake.

I don't have any real advice for what to do about this (other than block those blogs, which is what I do). Like most AI bullshit, I suspect most of these blogs are just another grift, attempting to build large follower counts to leverage or sell something to in the future. They may progress past these tattletale features, but I'm still going to block them when I see them. I don't see any value in writing advice compiled from the work of better writers who put the effort in when I can just go find those writers myself.

[staytinyville]

Stay Alive (41)

BTS poly!ot7 x Reader

Magical Creatures AU

Series Masterlist

Warnings: none

A/N NOT BETA. No notes this time. However I will say, Thank you to everyone who has liked and reblog. I love the comments so much! They make my day to see them all!

You didn’t know how far Jungkook’s abilities stretched, but you figured that with the way he was rushing forward, leaving you behind just a bit, you could tell he was excited like any other wolf would be. It was cute to see him act the way he does. He was protective of you, something you enjoyed. But he was also someone who knew how to have fun, he reminded you of Taehyung. Which was why they got along so well. 

“Jungkook! I'm going!” You called behind him, rushing up the hill he had already climbed. “I'm trying to keep up.”

You gasped quietly when the boy was in front of you, blocking your path. “I told you I could've carried you!” He told you, grabbing your hand and pulling you along. “We're here anyways.”

You both had finally reached the top of the hill, taking in a deep breath as you took in the soft grass and wildflowers that were growing. You could see the small park over the trees and bushes, but the hill was far enough away to be secluded from everyone. 

“How was your family?” You asked, turning to find Jungkook with a calming look on his face–eyes closed. 

“Lots of crying—hugs.” He smiled. “I'm so excited about this. I haven't been able to shift in years.” He told you. “My parents told me to do it quickly now that I have time. This is where packs come to have more room to do that.” He explained, looking around the small meadow. 

You hummed in understandment, giving him a smile. “Well? What are you waiting for?” You threw yourself into him, giggling as you thought about what kind of shift Jungkook would do. 

“Thank you, Tokki.” He whispered into your neck. 

He took a step back from you, giving himself space. Taking in a deep breath, he closed his eyes for a moment before things quickly changed. You yelped, falling backwards as Jungkook turned into a wolf the size of a horse with one single motion. Looking at him, you were in fact right in saying he looked like the wolves from Twilight. 

He was black all over, matching the color of his hair. He looked like his fur was warm, thick with how it seemed to blow in the wind. He easily towered over you, as any horse size animal would. You crossed your legs on the floor, sitting up as you beamed at him. 

“Oh my god.” You gushed. “You're huge!” You laughed, quickly coming to a stand when he started walking in your direction. 

He grew closer to you, nuzzling his head into your forehead causing you to grab onto him to fear of falling over. 

“Look at you! You're so beautiful!” You placed both hands on either side of his neck, petting him as though he was your own dog. “Ah!” You gasped, quickly latching onto his neck as he tried to push you over. 

Howling was heard in the distance, causing the both of you to turn in its direction. Jungkook had placed his large leg in front of you, shielding you from whoever was coming. However when you saw another giant wolf barrling your way, you clenched tightly onto Jungkook not wanting to be trampled. 

But the other wolf had stopped just before, sniffing at one another like any normal animal. Jungkook stepped away from you, happily trotting and nipping at the two dogs. You smiled, understanding that they must have been family or a friend who had come to play with him. 

“Go.” You told him when he turned to look at you. “I'll still be waiting here.” You explained to him. 

You watched him nod, bouncing up and down as the three wolves ran off to play together. You watched from the hill, not noticing people coming up behind you. 

“Hello, dear.” You turned when they spoke to you, giving them a smile. 

The woman looked like she was human, but then again a lot of creatures must have in their world. The man however had a fox tail and ears, much like how Soobin did. Looking closer at them though, you were able to spot the similarities between them and Jungkook. You knew immediately who they were. 

“Hi.” You bowed to the two older people. “You must be Jungkook's parents.” You said, giving them a smile. 

“How could you tell?” The man smiled, his fox ears flickering. 

“You look just like him.” You laughed.

“Yes, we get that a lot.” His father laughed. 

You watched as they gave you soft smiles, bowing their heads in respect to you. You looked at them wide eyed, about to rush forward to make them stand until they rose themselves. 

“He told us what you did.” He spoke up, giving you a soft smile.

You sighed through your nose understanding what it was they were talking about. “I'm sure anyone with a heart would have done the same.” You told them. 

“Yes, but none of them would've caught Kookie's attention.” Jungkook’s mother spoke up. “Thank you for bringing my son back. For bringing all of them back.” She told you. 

It was the same with all of them. Their parents would thank you for doing something so great. You could only imagine what would have happened if any of the other nurses had managed to take the boys out. Would they have made it as far as you? What made you different from the rest?

You were more than happy to say that you wouldn’t change anything. But now it was stuck in your head if they had thought about any of the nurses the way they had you. Maybe it was insecurity. Or maybe it was that had you gotten caught, you had no idea what would have happened. 

But you were finally at this point in the story, meeting all the boy’s families and having them ask you if you wanted to stay with them forever. You didn’t want to think about the what if’s–especially not if they were in the past. 

“Of course.” You smiled at Jungkook’s parents.

“Ah!” You suddenly gasped, falling forward as something crashed into you. 

“Jungkook, be careful with the poor girl.” His mother scolded him, swatting at his large head. 

She turned to give you a smile. “We'll leave you.”

You gave them another bow, laughing as Jungkook continued to poke at your back for your attention. “Hey, what's gotten into you?” You giggled, turning to look at Jungkook. 

You looked around for a moment, trying to find the other wolf that had come to play with Jungkook. In your distraction you hadn’t noticed that the man himself had turned back into a human, wrapping his arms around you from behind. 

Your eyes suddenly went wide as you felt all of his skin on you. Turning around to make sure you weren’t making it up, your eyes went wide and you quickly turned back around to avoid looking at him. 

“Oh!” You gasped. 

“What's wrong?” Jungkook asked. 

“You're naked.” You said.

“That happens!” He smiled enthusiastically, leaning over you to come face to face with you. “Tokki, I'm happy you’re here.” Jungkook spoke softly, dropping his forehead to touch yours. “And so is my wolf.” He added with a grin. 

“I'm glad that you are.” You whispered, moving to place a hand on his cheek. “It's all I wanted for all of you.”

“I love you.” He whispered against your lips. 

No more what ifs would pass through your head. You knew where it was you wanted to be and it had to do with the boys. Whether they wanted to be here or in your world, you were going to follow them. You didn’t know about their past with other people who might have wanted to help them, but you were here in their present. That was all that mattered to you. 

You leaned in to give him a kiss, feeling his lips against yours. “I love you too.” You softly spoke. “Both of you.” You laughed, watching as his eyes beamed.

Series Masterlist

@h3arteyes4mingi , @fangirling-all-the-way-tbh , @rinkud, @rln-byg , @singukieee ,  @hoshi-is-ult-bbg , @ldysmfrst , @juju-227592 , @alienchickenpoop , @dreamerwasfound , @afangirl91 , @psiphidragon , @puppyminnnie , @shyloh-the-cornsnake , @ollyoxenfrees , @whynotlarene , @beeltsumu , @cryingpages , @milopenne , @belikejk , @thatonedemigodfromseoul , @woozixo,

[keegansversion]

reader, who is part of task force 141 is wrongly accused of being a traitor. but for some reason, despite all the torture they endured, they still forgive them.

hi guys :D im still quite new to tumblr and this is my first fic im gonna be starting. i have written before on ao3, wattpad, notes (for practise), a failed unfinished book so hopefully this will go well!

writers block may happen at some point because im kinda planning for it to be a series, if not, just a one-part fic. chances are, i wont have the energy to proof-read so if there are mistakes, please dont mind it :)

i got this idea from @ghostslittlegf . i have reblogged the post that they made that gave me the inspiration. <3

anyways, enough rambling, enjoy! <33

!tw! : t0rture, mentions of g0re, abvse, swearing, foul language, manipulation

part 1

it wasn't you. not your fault.

days pass, and all sense of time was lost for you. you don't know how long you have been bound to this chair for, and the same nauseating scent of old blood and soil was not making it any better.

the task force placed you in a holding cell underground. the entire place was empty; it was just you, and the chilling, hollow echoes of whatever slight movement you bore from the tight knots gnawing at your wrists and ankles. your skin was blistering from the constant friction of the jagged ropes and stinging. fear was eating you alive, consuming more and more of you as each day passed. hell, it felt like an eternity down here.

the task force, the previous week, had encountered a leak in information that meant the entire team was put under danger. they were sure it was someone within the base, as nobody else would just have access to such private information.

one day, you were just in the gym training when a few men took you aside, captain price at their heels. his eyes were dark and you could see levels of anger rising inside him. you were confused, obviously. had you done anything wrong? no, you hadn't. the next thing you knew, you were here. bound and restricted.

but you didn't do anything?

"you will tell us the truth, is that clear?" price spat as he bent down to meet your eye-level. behind him were 3 other people with pistols in their hand, loaded. you couldn't make out their faces as it was dimly lit.

"truth? what do you mean?" you question, utterly confused and a little scared of this situation. your eyes dart around the cell. you've never been down here before, and everything seems so foreign. the walls were slightly cracked, the large bricks uneven in placement. moss grew from the cracks, and the stench of wet soil creeped into your nose. it was cold and damp, and disgusting. these were the holding cells you never wanted to go down into, yet here you were, forced to be in one as a prisoner.

"dont play dumb." price sneered, his face closer to yours. you backed away instinctively, looking away to avoid his gaze.

"i really don't know what you mean..." you reply with some thought whilst slightly shaking your head, trying to make sense of this whole situation. price grabs at the arm-rests of the chair with some force. it startles you but you listen to him carefully.

"we know you betrayed us. that information that got leaked? yeah, well now the entire base is in danger. we're sabotaged, all because one little birdie decided to run their traitor mouths to enemy bases." he says, sing-songingly on the last part.

your eyes widen a little at such an accusation. never would you even think of betraying the task force. they were like family to you, and the accusation sickened you deeply. even the thought was sickening. "what? you're accusing me? but why!? what's your evidence?" you desperately pry for answers. all this was so sudden.

"oh, evidence? there's plenty of evidence, sweetheart." he replies, a sarcastic and irritated chuckle woven into his speech. he stands back up and looks back at the men behind him. he nods and they walk towards you.

"what? price...what are they doing?" you cry, your voice shaking and unstable out of fear. you watch as one walks behind you, the other two standing in front on either side. price walks away, pulling the cell door open and leaving.

"price? price! captain!" you yell, but no-one answers other than your screams that reverberate emptily off the cold, damp stone.

you wake to the sound of your cell door sliding open. it slams forcefully when it reaches the other side, which jolts you back into your senses. you blink away your exhaustion and look up at the dark figure that walks towards you. you try make out their face, and distinguish them as simon.

"simon...is that you?" you weakly mutter. your body was on the edge of breaking from the week-long physical and mental torture you had to endure.

he doesn't say anything and just walks towards you. his demeanor seemed calm and stoic but you knew what was about to happen. you took a deep breath to the best of your ability, your ribs hurting in the process, as you anticipated what he was going to do to you.

"listen, we've been a'this for a week now. you still refuse to tell us the truth. we've been too gentle with you. now, tell us the truth. or else i'll 'ave to resort to more...brutal ways." he stared at you, his gaze of pure rage that he managed to keep controlled.

"i'm innocent...i truly have nothing to say." you mumble, knowing it wasn't going to change anything.

suddenly, you feel the brute force of simon's fist against your cheek. you go limp at the pain of the punch, but you bite back tears.

"tell. me. the. truth." he demands, his voice becoming more stern and loud.

"i really don't have anything...i promise you the evidence against me are forged, and the accusations are false!" you whine, voice breaking.

another punch.

"i forgive you all for this...once you find out i'm truly innocent." you mumble with a sob in your voice, a warm, twitching smile on your face as tears brim in your eyes.

simon's eyes only narrow at you.

"i don't give a shit for whatever trickery you're pulling right now. i want the truth! so spit it out!" he demands again, just below a yell. you look away as you try contain your tears from the pain.

"i wont hesitate you batter you right now. i won't go easy like i did before, just a harsh hit here and there. tell the truth! the truth!" he yells this time, but you stay silent. your lip quivers as you try think of what to say, as you truly had no 'truth' to confess. you're not the traitor, you're innocent.

another hard blow hits your face, then another, and another. the abuse slowly turns into a result of his anger. simon had his denials, but the evidence changed his mind immediately. he was mad, infuriated that you betrayed the entire team, or at least, he thought.

"i'll forgive you, i promise." you choke under your breaking breath, trickles of blood running down from your nose and mouth.

"the truth!" he yells again before delivering another hit.

"i'll forgive you all...no matter what."

[russellsppttemplates]

We'll figure out as we go (Lance Stroll)

A little peek into Lance's birthday celebrations

Note: english is not my first language. This is incredibly self indulgent, but the writer's block is still here and I have not been able to distract myself too much even though I have way too much free time (maybe another rant for another day), which means ruminating is a big part of my days. Also, let's pretend that the race calendar is a little different.

Thank you so much to everyone who likes and reblogs, your feedback is appreciated 🤍 and I'm taking requests so if you have any ideas or concepts you want to share, feel free to do so as I'll try to get to them the best I can!

my masterlist

Tw: f1 2023 season for AM, mentions wanting to start a family in the future, fertility issues, the tiniest suggestive smut

"Happy birthday, my love", you greeted Lance, your voice croaky from having just woken up. The bed was warm since you both planned to stay in for as long as you could before facing the outside world.

"Thank you, sweetheart", he mumbled back against your lips before kissing them, allowing himself to freely feel your skin against his palms as they travelled around your torso, "I love you".

Because of your schedules during the week, with you going to work pretty early and Lance's workout sessions also at the beggining of the day, these moments only really happened on the weekends he spent at home and whenever you travelled with him to watch him race from the paddock and not your usual spot on the sofa. So you decided to take it all in, even if you both had set an earlier alarm than usual and probably had the first room service request of the day.

"Part of me wants to go and race, but I'm also very, very tempted to stay here with you and celebrate", your boyfriend nudged, kissing your neck area before kissing all the way up to your lips, dissolving your smirk, "I don't think the team would be happy if you did that, and the fans, too, they're here to watch you, too", you reasoned, cupping his face and rubbing his cheeks with your thumbs.

"It seems keeping them happy has not been my strongest suit lately", he admitted, looking down slightly, "you're not responsible for anyone's happiness other than your own, Lance. Sure, you can help others feel happy, but it's not your responsibility", you smiled as he looked back up and into your eyes, "besides, it's your birthday, and after the race, we can go home and soak up eachother for a few days", you said, looking at the clock on the bedside table, "also, we have breakfast arriving any minute now", you kissed his cheek before you got up, heading to the bathroom to freshen up quickly.

When breakfast arrived at the door, you thanked the lovely employee and they set the plates and trays on the table, "we don't have a cake, but I'll make that one you really like when we're back home", you said, sitting in your boyfriend's lap as you enjoyed the plate of pancakes.

The race didn't go as planned, and with a double DNF, the whole team was feeling a little bit down, so after all of Lance's duties were taken care of, you went back to the hotel, packing the last few things into the suitcases and driving to the airport.

"I know you've had a way harder day than I've had, but I can't wait until I feel our bed", you cuddled closer to Lance once you were allowed to push the armrest between you upwards, "soon enough, you will", he kissed your forehead.

"I still can't believe I have you all to myself this week", he added, "I still have some things from work, they're just fine if I do them from home", you recalled, "but I couldn't agree more. I'm going to cling onto you like a limpet".

.

"Are you sure that we don't need anything else?", you asked again, "I have finished work for the day, I have time to bake something else", you added. "I know you like to cook, and that you wouldn't mind making dinner, but it's easier this way", Lance said, "you don't need to fuss around, and I get to have you for the rest of the day", he kissed your forehead, "right here with me".

The plan for the day was simple: after you finished your work assignments, you and Lance would spend the rest of the day basking in eachother's company and later Chloe and Scotty would join you for dinner provided by a caterer your boyfriend had arranged.

"How about we go on a walk? You said you wanted to do the trail the other day", you suggested, earning a nod as you both walked upstairs to grab what you needed. The previous rainy days called for stronger walking gear as the trail would be muddy, paired with a thick jumper and a puffy coat to protect you from the cold, "are you ready, darling?", Lance wondered seeing you walk to the door as you put your hood up, "didn't know I was going on a walk with the Michelin man", he teased you, kissing your cheek as he grabbed the keys from the bowl, opening the door for you.

Taking a walk had become one of your favourite outdoor activities with Lance since it was one of the fewer ones that didn't involve head protective gear or going at faster speeds than you liked, so you had grown acquainted to the trails and paths near where you lived, always wanting to explore them a little more and see what they had to offer. It quickly became your couple thing to do when you wanted a slow day, so whenever the weather allowed, you and Lance took that time to move your bodies as well as catching up, specially after double and triple headers.

"I really miss this quiet and calm whenever we're on the road", Lance began, "I love racing and travelling around the world to do it, but it's too loud sometimes". It was not a new confession or something you had never heard, and particularly with the season he and the team were having, you knew how much everything had gotten to him and how much he needed his safe place. For him, his safe place was somewhere he could be that was a little quieter, with friends and family and no other eyes prying around, and being with you, as he soon found out after you started dating. You had quickly become his safe person and he couldn't be more grateful.

"I get what you mean", you said, squeezing his hand that was laced in yours, "I spent last weekend with you and I've felt my social battery run low a couple of times", you admitted, "I love to watch you race, so I get what you mean", you stopped as he helped you across a big puddle, afraid you'd lose balance and fall, "but I'm glad you're also taking care of yourself. I'm very proud of you, Lance, in every way possible", you noted, seeing his blush and taking advantage of the fact that he was pulling you in slightly to fully face him and kiss his lips.

When you arrived back home, you and Lance went upstairs for a quick shower together, your boyfriend helping you wash your body after you grabbed a claw clip to secure as you did with him, the warm water and soft touches only stopping because soon the catering people would arrive to deliver the food.

When they knocked on the door, they quickly set the containers on the counter like you asked them too, explaining which ones contained what and a few instructions if you needed to heat them up and how to store them if there were leftovers. Thanking them one last time, Lance walked them to the door, coming back to the living room and helping you set the table.

"Your sister just texted me saying that Scotty is driving them here, they just left", you smiled, hugging Lance from the back first before he then turned to look at you, kissing your forehead, "thank you, for this and everything else, and before you go all 'I didn't even do anything' on me", he tutted, "I'm saying it because it is true, I would've gone mad if I didn't have you, so thank you for always being there for me. Here's to many more birthdays with you by my side", he kissed you, being interrupted by the door.

"Now, where's my girl Y/N?", you heard Chloe say, hearing her heels click against the wooden floor, "hey, gorgeous girl", you greeted her with a hug, "how have you been?", you asked, "same old, and you?".

"I've been good, busy with work and travelling with this one, but it's good busy", you smiled, tapping your boyfriend's back lightly before nudging him so you could hug Scotty, "has the older Stroll sibling been bugging you too much?", you wondered, "please, Y/N, I got the easier sibling, I should be the one asking you that", the snowboarder said, getting a giggle out of everyone before you headed to the dining room.

While you ate dinner, you took the opportunity to catch up with eacother, laughing and sharing recent and older memories as you enjoyed the food. By the time dessert was on the table, Chloe and Scotty gave Lance their present for him, "There's another bag, which is not a present for you", Chloe pointed out, grabbing the black paperbag from the sofa, "I like to think this is a collective... enjoyment for the night", she smiled, taking out a big brown book that, by the pages you could peek while it was still closed, looked like an old photo album.

"Mom found it when she was arranging space for the wedding photo album and she said that they messed up when they printed this one, so she had two copies. She gave me this so I could show you, too.", your sister in law smiled, opening it to reveal a picture of young Lance and Chloe hugging eachother.

"Oh, look! It's baby Lance!", you cooed, tracing your finger on a picture of Lance when he was probably no older than twelve months, laying down on what looked like a sun lounger. You could see Claire-Anne sitting by the end of it, attempting to get him to look at the camera even though he still looked at her, "That's one cute baby".

"He was a troublemaker though", Chloe chipped in, "not loads of times, I must admit, but he knew which buttons to push whenever he wanted to cause a tantrum", she defended, hugging her younger brother, "Oh, look! There's that one of when my tooth fell!".

Lance helped you move the plates and trays back to the kitchen so Scotty would have time to run back to the car and get the cake, allowing you to sing Happy Birthday to him and enjoy another slice of sweet and fluffy cake over a cup of wine.

"Lance probably wants another type of birthday celebrations", Scotty smirked, "and training ended me today, too, so maybe we could get going", he said, earning a nod from his wife, "me too, I'm exhausted", she got up, "thanks for dinner, guys", they said as you walked them to the door, not before swatting Scotty's arm, "you thought I didn't notice the comment?".

After leaving the downstairs area was somewhat tidy, you and Lance went upstairs to get redy for bed, "You know, the pictures just made me think about having a family of our own, little babies that look like you", you smiled, sitting next to him on the bed and nestling yourself on his chest, "I know it's not right now, but it got me thinking", you drew small random shapes on his skin.

"Me too, although I must admit I've seen your baby pictures and I'd be lying if I said that I don't imagine out kids with you chubby cheeks", he said, softly kissing the top of your head, "when the time comes, we will figure it out, okay?", he asked, already knowing where your mind was taking you. The diagnosis was a turning point, that was for sure, not only because you could finally put a pin on what was happening and that your discomfort was indeed caused by something, but because it came with uncertainties. For all you knew, it could either be something that would interfere only a little or it could put a serious dent in your fertility and how you and Lance would proceed to start your own family when the time came.

"We'll figure it out as we go, like we always do", you smiled, pushing him down on his back as you began kissing his jaw, "now, can I love on my handsome and wonderful boyfriend?".

[thelovelymissbigbadwolf]

I guess some of you must've heard about what's happening on Rio Grande do Sul. Or if not, I wanted to try to spread awareness.

Basically in the last week or so, we've been hit by a intense flooding that not only flooded everywhere, but destroyed entire cities in the process.

Eldorado do Sul is underwater. An entire city UNDERWATER.

Half of Canoas is flooded, covering entire buildings.

I live in the capital, Porto Alegre. I'm one of the lucky few to not have been affected by the rain, we just don't have clean water here.

But entire districts are flooded, Sarandi had to be evacuated due to the rising waters.

The measurement system we use to measure Rio Guaíba is a physical one, a vertical ruler that goes up to 3 meters. It's underwater, as the waters are about 5 meters.

We have so far about 78 deaths confirmed, though I doubt this is the total amount. There's over 60 people disappeared. Over 5000 affected by the rains. But honestly, I just know it's a much higher number in reality.

I don't know any donation links nor do I even know how international donations work, if anyone knows, please reblog and spread awareness of what's happening.

Our governor had a year to prepare and he did nothing.

If you need more to sympathize with this post, I'll share stories I heard on TikTok from people on the front line, both volunteers and victims.

A man was rescuing three children and one of them asked him to retrieve a floating doll they saw. When the man retrieved said doll... It wasn't a doll, but a baby. A baby that had died on the flood.

There's an audio of a family screaming desperately for help, quote: "The smell is too strong", a young voice said, "It's leaking gas," an adult added.

A woman waited for rescue for over 40 hours for someone that could rescue not only her, but her many pets. Around 27 cats and dogs, I'm not sure if she had other pets.

Close friends woke up late in the night to go to Eldorado do Sul to rescue family members before ir flooded entirely, they are currently doing fine as far as I know.

A man had found his best friend's dog and can be heard sending an audio to his wife, saying he found the dog... But lies the question of where his friend is.

A mother cried saying "My daughters are stuck there, I gotta get them out of there" while being interviewed.

Those are the ones I could quote from memory, I'm sleep deprived at the moment.

The airport of Salgado Filho here in Porto Alegre is flooded.

One of the biggest supermarkets here is called Havan and it's a massive one... Water is reaching the rooftops.

A hospital had to be evacuated, saving about 240 patients, doctors and nurses on shift had to be taken to work on a military car.

This Sunday, Brasil's president came to talk of the situation, promising to help.

Even with the disaster happening, the news still make sure to give space for Madonna's concert, while Rio Grande do Sul suffered with its most historical flood since 1941. It's not Madonna's fault by a mile, but the problem is that they basically said "it's very sad, but we can't forget about Madonna", though they could've mentioned before the tragedy, as it seemed a very poor choice of placing of news.

Madonna donated 10 million reais to help Rio Grande do Sul.

99Pop is giving free rides for the blood donation bank.

One of my boyfriend's coworkers won't be able to get to work due to roads outside of Porto Alegre being blocked, one even was destroyed.

People who have beach houses were instructed to go there and take refuge for a while, as there are many beaches such as Cidreira and Xangrilá that are salt water, but Tapes is a river beach, according to my cousin it wasn't so bad, but we're still keeping an eye for news as her grandmother lives there.

I have relatives in Barra do Ribeiro, but haven't heard from them, but the city is said to have been flooded as well, though I don't know to what levels.

Cars have been entirely swallowed by water and a school bus WITH STUDENTS was seen afloat.

Many animals have been affected as well, one case that infuriated everyone was of a dog that was left behind by its owner, not only on a leash but with TWO padlocks in it. One on the collar and one to the wall. The animal did not survive, the poor thing.

Civil defense and others are working hard on rescuing victims along with volunteers of all places, other states are helping as well, I think it was Minas Gerais who was said to have sent professional firemen trained to deal with catastrophes to come and help.

Water advanced to Menino Deus a few hours ago, though I haven't seen reports on it other than a warning from a official page.

Remembering, I'm from Porto Alegre, I don't have many info on other cities other than the most spread news and reports from victims and volunteers. Though I'm trying to keep up to as many as I can.

Finally rain has stopped, but we don't know for how long and neither do we know for how long Guaíba will stay like this and even if it'll go down anytime soon. I fear it going to connecting rivers, since there's a large watershed I think it's the term.

I'm not very knowledgeable on the subject, I just hope to help with what I have. Here's a map of the flooding so far in my town.

It's zoomed out to get the full extent, but you can see entire districts flooded.

My English isn't perfect, but I hope I could explain it well enough. Send prayers for everyone who suffered with this. Feel free to reblog if you have more info.

[vicsnook]

Fearless | Bob Floyd x Reader

word count: 692

warnings: extreme fluff

song pairing: Fearless - Taylor Swift

notes: Hey guys!! Once again, thank you for your likes and reblogs 🫶🏼 it truly means the world to me. I’ve had this song stuck in my head since I saw Taylor in April so here’s a little short drabble! Please if you don’t mind, I’d appreciate if you could like and reblog. I’m pretty new here so not a lot of people see my stuff. Hope everyone has a great weekend!!!!!

There's somethin' bout the way

The street looks when it's just rained

There's a glow off the pavement

As you dried your hair, the sound of thunder startled you. Bob was picking you up soon to have dinner with the squad as an official couple. Curling your hair was definitely out of the picture since humidity would ruin it so you opted for a messy bun.

While putting on your jeans and Bob’s Nirvana t-shirt you heard him pulling into the driveway. A big grin immediately forming on your face.

You walk me to the car

And you know I wanna ask you to dance right there

In the middle of the parking lot

“Hey sunshine!” he exclaimed, pulling you into a hug as you stepped out the door. He quickly walked over to the car, opening the door for you since it was still sprinkling.

Getting in you thought about asking him to dance with you in the rain in the driveway but that would have to wait for another time since everyone was waiting on y’all at the restaurant.

We're drivin' down the road

I wonder if you know

I'm tryin' so hard not to get caught up now

The restaurant was only a few blocks down the road from your house. You were a little nervous to see the squad since only Nat and Jake knew of your relationship and the last time everyone hung out at the Hard Deck your dancing with Bob left a lot of unanswered questions.

Whatcha thinkin’?” asked Bob, snapping you out of your thoughts. “I’m a little nervous about telling the squad, I mean I know they suspect it but it’s still a little nerve wracking” you replied, looking down at your hands. “It’ll be okay honey” you nod in confirmation as he pulls into the parking lot.

You take my hand and drag me head first

Fearless

Bob grabs your hand as you head towards the table. Rooster spots you first and smiles reassuringly so you assume Nat must’ve told him. “Hey strangers” you mutter, casually taking a seat by Nat. Fanboy is the first to speak up, “So you and Bob? We definitely saw that one coming after last weekend.” “Yep, that’s my girl.” Bob’s ears turning a light pink as you smile at him.

Everyone settles into their own conversations after ordering. Bob’s hand resting on your knee as Nat tells you about her weekend trip to LA with Rooster. Coyote tries stealing your fries but you’re quick to grab his wrist before he succeeds. Chuckling, you put some on his plate.

In this moment now capture it, remember it

Looking at everyone, you wish time could be frozen. All your friends are laughing and smiling with no worries or cares and beside you is a man who adores you. “Can we take a group picture?” Payback asks, seemingly reading your mind as everyone huddles closer together and Jake takes a couple of pictures.

—

As Bob pulls into your driveway it starts to rain. Both of you quickly racing to the door as the rain starts to get harder.

Well you stood there with me in the doorway

You pull me in and I'm a little more brave

It's the first kiss, it's flawless, really something, it's fearless

But as you go to unlock the door you realize your purse is still in the car. Both of you chuckle and Bob cups your face as you both go in for a kiss. Smiling at each other as you pull away. “Maybe this is a little dumb but we are locked out. So um, want to dance in the rain?” he asks. “Absolutely” you reply happily as you grab his hand and pull him towards the driveway.

Both of you swaying as the rain soaks you until you grab Bob’s soaked shirt and pull him closer to you. His arms wrapping around your waist as your lips meet once again. A perfect moment that you wish you could capture too because it couldn’t get better than this surely.

'Cause I don't know how it gets better than this

[eeveecraft]

Guess Who's Back

That's right. It's us, the Dragonheart System. We're fucking back.

[Rylazide] Hi, everyone, I hope everyone is okay and is having a good day!

Anyway, to cut a long story short, our blog got terminated without warning:

Just... out of the blue, no warning, no reason given. As you can imagine, I was kinda freaked out, but I calmed down and contacted support.

We were stuck, waiting for Tumblr to do something for multiple days, and as you can imagine, it wasn't fun, not knowing whether or not 4+ years of our system's history, informative posts, and more were just... gone for good! Well, they're not.

And from some people who were looking out for us (you know who you are, thank you for being thoughtful towards us) basically let us know that sh!t kind of hit the fan in the Plurality space on Tumblr because of it. This is because the timing of our account termination was just... too suspicious. Literally soon before our blog got fucked, I reblogged a reblog from Sophie about that one system who said some pretty sh!tty things about us in an attempt to counter this post, and all my addition to the post was was just asking Sophie if she could provide evidence for her claims. Because what she was saying about that system would explain a lot of their behavior in the "tulpa = appropriation" discourse and would basically out them as a fake endogenic-supporter, but then... our account was nuked after that reblog was made.

Look, I'm going to be straight with every system here:

Tumblr Trust and Safety never stated WHY our account got terminated. Not when our account was initially terminated, nor when it was reinstated. In posts on both our Youtube and Plural.Cafe accounts, I said it could've been possible that we were mass-reported by sysmeds. I said this because that's exactly what happened to @sophieinwonderland over a year ago, and given the timing, it's not a crazy assumption to make because of the circumstances and history preceding it.

It just seemed a little odd for our account out of the 4+ years we've had it to be nuked during the height of what can metaphorically be described as a war in the #tulpa tags. Especially after we criticized the 'counter' to our original post, or the post by that one syscourse blog we have blocked to name-drop us could've absolutely stirred a bunch of sysmeds to witch-hunt us. It's happened before, it absolutely can happen again.

But, I can't say for sure because Tumblr decided to be frustratingly vague. However, I think a good way to know for sure is to see if these sysmed fucks try that sh!t again, then we'll know for sure. Because again, when Sophie's account was brought back the first time, sysmeds got it taken down a second time. It was so bad that Sophie had to personally ask Tumblr Trust and Safety to whitelist her account from mass-flagging. If we get terminated a second time, we're going to do the same thing Sophie did.

Also, please, please do NOT go after the system who originally criticized my post. After Sophie called them out for potentially being the reason our account got terminated and for spreading disinformation, they were apparently so stressed that they got hospitalized because they have trauma over having disinformation spread about them (you'd think they wouldn't do that if they personally know how harmful it is, but sadly, the abused are more likely than the average person to continue the cycle of abuse and become abusers themselves. It's really sad.).

Does it excuse them saying blatantly false things, spreading harmful disinformation about several users, and potentially (cannot confirm) encouraging sysmeds to mass-report our blog by name-dropping us and saying things that would absolutely encourage sysmeds to mass-report and silence us? Nope. There's no excuse. I don't care how traumatized they are, being traumatized is NO excuse to turn around and do the same to others. Plain and simple.

But still, it sucks that this happened to them, and I hope they're okay. Like, sure, I fucking hate sysmeds, anti-endos, whatever the fuck, I hate the harm they've done to not only us, but so many other people, and how they actively tear the community apart when we need to stick together and look out for each other. However, I don't wish any harm on sysmeds, only that they eventually let go of that bitterness and learn that what they did was wrong and stop doing it. We don't need to stoop to their level; they're just a loud minority that doesn't have any actual footing to stand on besides pure emotion and bigotry.

Anyway, I'm rambling and am going to shut up now. I'm sorry our account getting fucked caused such a stir in the community. Let's just hope it doesn't happen again.

7-31-2023

[aingeal98]

The part of the Zionists rhetoric I've seen online especially here on tumblr that really... not so much confuses or disturbs me because every part of supporting racism and genocide is disturbing, but the part that makes me nauseous in a very specific way, is how many of these people claim to be leftists. Not the Israeli government or the majority of Zionists obviously, they're proud racist right wingers. But here on tumblr you have people who believe in feminism and queer rights and would agree easily enough with surface level takes on how racism in America is bad. And when it comes to conservatives and red fascists they can easily tell when a right wing racist or homophobe is arguing in bad faith, they can make long posts explaining the harm behind terf rhetoric and how it differs from the actual fight for women's liberation. They can look at the Russia and Ukraine conflict and use critical thinking to call out bad actors with ease.

But then with Israel and Palestine they just... Flip. All the bad faith arguments they criticised before is now their modus operandi. They ignore the ongoing genocide and the Palestinians talking about it and focus on the oppressors, only reblogging the same one or two Palestinian voices once every now and then that say everything they want to hear and nothing more.

I think the most striking example is that "antisemitism bingo" someone made where the ongoing genocide was something to be laughed at and the blog made fun of Palestinian civilians being tortured. And yet when a blocklist went around of people who interacted with that ghoulish blog, clearly explaining why we should avoid them, (Hijt:The racism and dehumanisation of Palestinians) these "leftist zionists" immediately were like "Oh its a block list of Jewish blogs! It's only blocking us because we're Jewish!"

Like it's the most bad faith easily disproven illogical argument that every random 4chan troll can make. It's not my actions it's because I'm white! It's not my homophobic remarks it's because I'm straight!

I still struggle to understand how they're able to flip so easily from intelligent historical and societal discussions of oppression and intersectionality to denial of the Nakba, denial of the apartheid and racism that has ruled the Israeli state since its conception, denial of the Israeli terrorism and colonisation ongoing in the West Bank that Palestinians have been speaking up about for years (The save Sheikh Jarrah campaign and the murder of peaceful Palestinian activists predates October 7th by quite a bit and yet received far, far less coverage by western media) and denial of everything the government and soldiers and many citizens are currently doing to murder as many Palestinians as possible. How do you go from pointing out cult tactics to a Maga style tribalism enthusiast just because it's Palestinians being oppressed and not another group?

The only reason I can think of is that unlike say, white people or straight people, zionists DO have an understandable, real fear that they can use to promote their racist cult. Antisemitism exists worldwide and is a problem in every single country. Unlike ridiculous concepts like "white genocide" or misandry, there is grounded, factual and understandable reasons for Jewish people to want a community where they can feel safe. And anyone who truly cares about equality for all must be committed to stamping out and dismantling antisemitism in every country and neighbourhood, because Zionists sure as hell aren't. The more antisemitism exists the greater their fuel for justifying and promoting Israel as the One True answer to it all.

But the solution of Israel involved ethnic cleansing in order to built their majority Jewish state, and relies on racism and genocide to maintain it. Just like any other coloniser state, it's not sustainabile and is constantly spiralling towards fascism. (America currently contending for loudest spiral) And that is obvious to anyone who reads up on the history or just like. Talks to Palestinians for five seconds. Israel exists due to racism and dehumanisation of Palestinians, and anyone who considers that an acceptable sacrifice is blatantly morally bankrupt. But the tribalism is simply too strong for that sort of logic and understanding, and whatever reasons they may have for falling into Zionism, it's still unacceptable. If you're still on here talking about "demonising Israel and exaggerating genocide (for the woke agenda, is what they're two steps away from saying) then I have no sympathy or time for you. One day you will be forced to reckon with your cognitive dissonance and willful ignorance, and the self righteous racist narrative you cling to will no longer be enough to protect you from judgement. Normal people with their morals screwed on right don't support fascism and racism. Leftists sure as hell shouldn't support facism and racism. (And yes this goes for those who defend Russian and Chinese imperialism too.)

You talk about feeling isolated, about having no one but fellow zionists to rely on. No one else will accept how complicated the situation is, you say over the sound of ten thousand murdered children killed and celebrated by the fascists you're carrying water for. Everyone else is just too antisemitic! You say as the Israeli government and military celebrates Hannukah by bombing Palestinians and joking that they're lighting one of the candles.

I genuinely can't tell if these people are aware they're full of shit or just so scared that they've dived deep into cult mentality with zero critical thought allowed. But either way, there should be no more space for them in our community than a nazi, a homophobe or a Trump supporter. They may have parroted similar ideals of equality and justice for long enough, but when push came to shove and the issues began to hit too close to home, they decided that supporting facism is how they want to cope. So be it. Palestine will be free with or without them and I will mourn the intelligent principled people they could have been, but at the end of the day you have to draw the line somewhere. And supporting genocide is generally a solid line to go with.

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Better Together Chapter Sixteen

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Pairing: Poe Dameron x Reader

Word Count: 5.3k

Warning: you guys, this one is rough. Descriptions of torture, violence, drowning, Poe being Poe, swearing. Y'all have been reading this story long enough to know it's not nice.

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His fingers are feather light as they trace across your back. His lips follow, just as lightly. He’s taking his time to map every inch. He follows the lines to the base of your spine, letting his forehead rest against you. He sniffles and you pause, looking over your shoulder at him. 

“Are you crying?” You ask and he nudges your hip before letting out a thick “no.”

You chuckle, reaching behind you for his hand. He squeezes it, holding it to his mouth. “Why are you upset?” You ask. He’s been tracing your scars until the light faded, so why now?

He shifts up the bed, pulling you close against his chest. You trace your own patterns across his skin as he takes a minute. 

“I wish we had never gone to that planet. I can’t imagine how afraid you must have been, going through that alone, feeling like you had to hide it from everyone.” He squeezes you tighter and you wrap your arms around his firm waist, thinking about what he said. 

If you had never gone to that planet, you might not have realized you were in love with Poe, blinded by your shallow feelings for Bryce. Yeah, sure, you had a great friendship with Poe before. But now? It’s so much better, so much deeper-more real. And all because you kissed him in the river on that planet. And having Poe by your side now? You wouldn’t trade that for anything. 

“I’m not sorry.” You say finally and he looks down at you, a frown tugging at his perfect lips. 

“Do you still have a concussion?”

You grin. “I’m not sorry. It got me this.” You take his hand and lift it against your lips. “And this is worth every bad thing in the universe.”

He twists his head away and you can see him holding his breath as he tries not to cry. You guide his face back to yours and kiss him slowly. 

“Don’t be gross.” He mutters and you laugh, curling back into his side. Music starts to play through the open window and he looks down at you. “Let’s go out.” He says suddenly. “Let’s just forget everything else and go have some fun.”

“I think I’d like that.” You nod. “Can I shower first? Like, properly shower? Not just sit in a bath of healing water.”

He chuckles and kisses your forehead. “Of course. Go get ready.” He says and you push yourself up, heading for the bathroom. 

***

The whole room is alive with people dancing and moving against each other. For once, the energy doesn’t overwhelm you, so wrapped up in Poe as you are. 

His hands are on your hips, encouraging you to move with him. You feel awkward and cumbersome. He pulls you close, kissing your cheek. He keeps you against him as he dances, moving you with him. It takes you a while to loosen up, to remember how to move this way. 

The music pulses, reverberating through you. You keep your eyes closed, resisting the urge to constantly look around. This is supposed to be fun. 

The song changes, something slower and Poe sighs happily in your ear. With one arm around you, he laces the fingers on his other hand with yours, holding them against his chest as he sways you back and forth. You relax into his arms. This you know how to do. 

He mumbles something in your ear and it takes you a couple sentences to realize that it’s in the language of his home planet. You wrap your arm around his shoulders, listening to him sing to you. 

He lets go of you, twirling you out and back against him, dipping you down and you laugh, watching the way his eyes light up. If only you could freeze this moment forever, frame the way he looks, so happy, bright as the sun. It blocks out everything else. 

He pulls you back up and you lift your hand to his face, brushing his cheek softly. Maker, how could you ever have been so blind? He looks at you, eyebrows pinching together in a question. 

You push up on your tiptoes, kissing him slowly. The crowd falls away as he cups the back of your neck, opening you up to him. The way he clings to you, the way you grip him, it’s desperate. It’s not just that you need him, but he needs you, in every way possible. 

There’s nothing to be afraid of with him. Your other half. 

You pull back, taking his hand and leading him away from the dance floor. He tilts his head, looking at you curiously. You lead him back to the hotel, your heart thudding in your chest. This feels right. And if he says no, it’s okay. He’s been through hell, just like you. 

You shut the door behind you and turn towards him, reaching for the zipper on your dress. He swallows thickly, watching you. 

“Poe, I love you.” You whisper, stepping slowly towards him. “If you want to wait, I understand. Don’t be afraid to tell me.” Your dress falls to the floor and you step out of it. 

“Maker, Y/N. There’s nothing I want more.” he takes your hands, lifting them to his lips. “But I'm not sure I'm there yet. Can we lay like we were before? Just get used to being open like we were earlier?” he asks. His voice wavers, he's nervous of your reaction. 

But this doesn't feel like a rejection. He's not pushing you away, he's not disgusted by you. He just needs more time, and after everything he's done for you-of course, you can give him all the time in the world. 

“I would love that.” you nod, stepping over to the bed. He smiles at you, earnest and brilliant in the moonlight as he pulls his shirt off. 

Stars, you love this man.

***

It’s been a while since they brought you back to Poe. Feels like a day, maybe longer. They keep up the freezing temperatures and loud music and blaring lights. If you thought you were going crazy outside in the forest, that’s nothing compared to what you feel now. 

Eventually, they come in carrying leg shackles. They attach them around your ankles, giving Poe his own set. Once they finish, they drag you down off the tables and out into the corridor. There’s an area with wells dug into the ground, ten feet down and grates covering the opening. Buckets hover over the wells, lips on one side for pouring. 

This isn’t going to be fun. 

Two troopers remove the grates, and push you into one of the wells, Poe getting shoved into the other one. You yelp, landing poorly and twisting your ankle. Judging from the curses you hear Poe let loose, you can assume the same thing happens to him. 

With your legs restrained like this, standing is nearly impossible, so you twist against the wall of the well, sitting down. They close the grates and walk away. 

What’s the point of this? Solitary confinement? They could have just left you suspended in the other room for crying out loud. 

The seconds tick by, the silence turning deafening in your ears. There isn’t much to look at in your little cell, just an arch design in the bricks across from you. You debate calling out to Poe, just to hear his voice, but if he wanted to talk to you, he would have done it by now. 

Water turns on somewhere and your heart pounds against your sternum. Not more water. You stare at the arch, wondering if it somehow moves to flood the well, when the water drops on you from above. You cry out in surprise, lifting your hands to protect your head. 

“Y/N!” Poe shouts, and then a second later you hear him splutter. Your bucket fills again, dumping more water on you. It puddles around you on the floor of the well, slowly being absorbed into the dirt floor. But not fast enough. More and more buckets dump over you both, and soon, it’s up to your chin. You struggle to stand, wondering what’s going to happen when it’s over your head and you can’t tread water. 

You scrabble at the bricks, trying to find finger holds in the mortar. Maybe you can pull yourself up to the top. Water sloshes in your mouth and you forget that it hasn’t been tested. Suddenly, you’re feeling feverish, hot to the point of boiling. 

“Poe? Poe! Don’t let it get in your mouth!” You shout. Your arms feel weak, any thought about climbing to the top is forgotten. 

“Shit.” He curses. 

You close your eyes, resting your forehead against the brick. The water is cold as it seeps through your clothes and into your bones, but all you can register is the boiling feeling inside you. The water climbs and climbs and impossibly, you manage to get up to the grate, the shackles pulling on your body, trying to sink you. But you can’t go any further and the water keeps coming. 

The darkness swallows you and you feel yourself scattering like atoms on the wind. 

Red tints your eyelids and you struggle to open them, the heat is intense. You feel it burning your lungs. You can hear strange sounds, like rocks exploding and falling into the water. But there’s something off about it. The water sounds too thick. Rocks prickle at your back, pushing into your scalp and spine. 

You finally manage to pry your eyes open and all you can see is red and black. Red clouds, a red river-nearly as bright as the sun. Lava. Black rocks and pebbles for the treacherous landscape. You push yourself up, feeling heavy, heavier than you did in the water with the shackles on. 

You stand up, looking around to see a floating platform making its way down towards you. Two men are fighting on it, bobbing it from side to side as they jump. One of them jumps over to the bank, landing next to you. 

His red hair and beard are damp from the heat, his clothes covered in soot and grime. But beyond all that, it’s the heartbreak you feel coming off him. 

“It’s over, Anakin! I have the high ground!” He shouts.

“You underestimate my power!”

“Don’t try it!”

The other man jumps off the platform, trying to land on the other side of him. With a blur of green light, the first man swings his lightsaber and the second man falls to the ground with a scream. His left arm and both his legs are missing. You cover your mouth, stumbling back. The first man shouts something, but you can’t hear over the exploding rocks behind you. 

“I hate you!” The man on the ground screams. 

“You were my brother, Anakin! I loved you!”

The tension inside you fades and you’re lifted into the air, dust in the wind. When you land, your surroundings are completely different. 

Bright, clean white surfaces. A starship of some kind. Three humans and a Wookiee are in the room. One man is in a medical bed, looking dejected while the taller man and short woman argue. The man in the bed, he’s familiar but in the way that you've only seen him in pictures. Leia’s brother, Luke. 

“Well, I guess you don’t know everything about women, yet.” She says and the way she says it, the glare, you recognize her as your General. 

Leia. 

She crosses the room and grabs Luke by the face and kisses him in front of the taller man. 

A pull behind your navel yanks you backward through the big window and you can’t breathe. Within the blink of an eye, you’re back on base, in the command center as people are scrabbling around you. There’s a mad dash to load equipment and munitions. 

“General, what about Poe and Y/N? They’re still off-world.” Snap asks. 

Leia closes her eyes. “We’ll find a way to signal them.” She says, turning away. “Just hurry with the supplies. We need to be halfway to D’Qar before they get here.”

They’re abandoning the base. An attack is coming, and in your gut you know this is happening right now. You have to get to Poe, you have to get back.

As if guided by your desperation, you’re whisked away to a forest. You spot his dark hair as he rolls away from something. A storm trooper. 

No.

No!

He fires his blaster and hits the trooper in the hand, making him drop his weapon. The trooper goes on the offensive, running forward and pulling a blade. You scream his name, trying to move forward. There’s something wrong. Poe isn’t moving as fast as he should, he’s injured. The trooper slams into him and pins him against the tree. 

Poe locks eyes with you and the trooper plunged his knife right into his chest. You scream, the sound ripping at your throat. 

“Y/N!” 

You’re being shaken and you fight against the hands restraining you. You have to reach Poe. You have to get back to base, you have to save him. Your stomach roils against the thought of losing him. 

“Y/N! Baby!”

Your eyes fly open and you see Poe looking down at you. You sob, throwing your arms around his neck. “Poe.” You whisper, burying your face in his neck. 

“It’s okay, sweetheart. It was just a nightmare.” He holds you tight. 

“No, it wasn’t.” You shake your head, pushing away from him. Your stomach is clawing up your throat. “We have to leave.” You rush for the fresher, throwing the door shut behind you. You can feel your mouth filling with saliva as you kneel in front of the toilet. 

“I don’t understand. Leave?”

“The base is evacu-“ you cut off, your stomach heaving. There isn’t much to empty out, but it’s still painful. 

“How do you know?” He asks softly. 

It’s a few minutes before you can reply, the urgency to be done is making it worse. “You just have to trust me. I know where they’re going.” You groan, wiping your mouth. 

“Are you okay?”

You push yourself up, feeling more in control. You rinse your mouth and open the door. “We have to leave now. They’re going to D’Qar.”

“That’s too far. We need to stop for fuel.” He shakes his head. “We can head that way. See if we can meet up with them along the way.” He cups your face. “What else?”

“I’ll tell you everything on the ship. Please? Just trust me.”

“Of course.” He kisses your forehead and steps away, reaching for clothes. 

You hope you’re making the right choice. You hope that asking him to trust you isn’t going to get him killed. You dress faster than you ever thought possible and shove your clothes into the bag. Poe is pulling on his boots and watching you. It takes him a couple tries to actually get his foot in the boot. He can’t seem to pull his eyes away from you, and he still has to be so exhausted. 

“Are you feeling alright?” He asks. 

“Wildly panicked.” You admit. “I don’t understand anything about this, but I know that this felt like my other dream that came true and I’m very much freaking out.” 

He stands up and moves in front of you, cupping your face. “We’ll find them. Leia can help us.” He says softly, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“We have to go. They’re probably already gone.” You close your eyes, thinking about your little room on that planet you called home for so long. You don’t have much; clothes, a few photos of people long gone, trinkets that people brought you over the years-mostly Poe. And then there’s the little matter of your ship. 

They’re all gone now. Lost to the First Order, just like everything else. 

You pull away from Poe and head for the door. You’re fighting the overwhelming emotions, they swirl like a whirlwind inside you. Each as vivid as the last, not lasting long enough to solidify into anything recognizable. You’re grateful to have had this healing time with Poe, you’re confused about the apparent visions, you’re scared for your friends, worried for Poe, so overwhelmed by the intensity that you go numb, pushing it all down to avoid it at all. 

“BB8, get her ready. We’re leaving.” Poe says over the link. You hear the beeping reply and Poe slips his hand into yours. “Don’t shut me out again.” He whispers, guiding you towards the hangars. 

“Once we take off. I can’t do this here.” 

He picks up the pace, pulling you along until he reaches the ramp for his ship. He pushes you up ahead of him and secures the ramp. The little droid beeps at you and you toss your bag into one of the chairs, heading for the cockpit. You’re flipping switches, starting the take-off process as Poe joins you. 

You open the channel for communication with the base, a secure frequency. Your heart skips a beat as you hear a familiar voice. 

“Black Leader, Base to Black Leader. Operation Breakup is a go. Repeat. Operation Breakup is a go.” Snap’s voice says and you press your lips together, holding your breath. 

“It’s a recording. A loop. They might be too far away to receive us.” Poe says, flipping a switch. “Black Leader to Black One. Black Leader to Black One.” He says, taking off before waiting for an answer. 

“Base to Black Leader. Operation Breakup is a go. Repeat-“ 

Poe sighs. “Too far. We know where they’re going. When we get closer, we can try again.” He promises, getting the hyper lightspeed drive ready. 

“Why do you believe me?” You slump back in your seat as he speeds towards the sky. “I sound insane.”

“You’ve never lied to me before.” He shrugs. “I don’t think you’d start now. I saw your face when I woke you up. It was more than just a dream. Only an idiot wouldn’t believe that kind of conviction.” He pushes the lever forward and the stars stretch out above you. 

“Maybe you should be an idiot.” You mumble and he turns towards you. 

“Tell me about the dream.” He says. 

“We were in the wells.” You clear your throat. Please, Maker, please let you get through this. “The water got in my mouth and I started to burn up.”

“I remember the water made us really sick.” He nods. 

“Well, in my dream, the fever took me to a lava planet. There I saw two men fighting, one was so full of hate and anger, the other was heartbroken. I only heard one of the names—Anakin.”

“Darth Vader. That’s who he was before he went dark. Anakin Skywalker. I’ve heard Leia talk about him. Maybe you were remembering a story?” He guesses. 

“Well, I would agree with you for the sake of my sanity, but then I saw Leia kiss her brother.” You flinch and he drops his hands to his lap. 

“Kiss as in?”

“The way we kiss. And I don’t think they let that get into any history books.” You sigh, rubbing your face. You’re tired now, so very tired. You should have known that not even Poe could keep away the nightmares for long. 

“Okay. Process that later. Then what?”

“Then I saw Leia the way she looks now. She was directing people off the base, loading munitions and supplies onto a ship. And then Snap asked about us. He said we were still off-world, and I knew in my gut that it was actually happening at that moment.”

“Okay. Makes sense. If you’re seeing the past, the moment that Anakin became Darth Vader, it would make sense that you might be able to see the future, too. You did mention in your other dream that you saw past battles.” He shrugs and you want to scream. 

“I’m not seeing the future!” You snap, shoving yourself up and heading for the back of the ship. You know you’re being ridiculous. You’re telling him that the base is under attack and you saw it in a dream, but denying that you’re seeing the future. Because if it’s all real, if you’re seeing things that have passed, and are yet to come, what does that mean for his future? 

“Whoa, wait.” He calls, following you. “Sweetheart.” He catches your hand. 

“No. It’s not real.” You pull your hand out of his and turn away. 

“You can’t deny the evidence.”

“And what about the part where you die? Did you forget that? Because I’ve seen it twice.” You shove his shoulder away from you, losing complete control. “I don’t want to see the future. It’s just a weird coincidence.”

His eyes widen slightly as you wrap your arms around your torso, trying to block the hurt, trying to keep it all out. You can’t lose Poe. You wouldn’t survive it. Not after everything he’s come to mean to you. 

“I can’t believe you just pushed me.” He shakes his head, a grin tugging at his lips.

“Stop laughing at me!”

“Okay, let’s figure this out. How do I die again?”

“A storm trooper stabs you.” You lift your hand slowly, placing it over his heart. “Right here. I’ve seen it twice. And then he stabs upward.” You mimic the motion, up into his jaw. 

“That seems like overkill.” He mutters and you glare at him. “Okay, poor choice of words.” He holds up his hands. “How about this? I promise you that I will not get into any confrontations with storm troopers.” He cups your face. “Will you stop being mad at me then?” There’s still an air of disbelief around him, amusement. He’s humoring you. 

“You’re not taking this seriously.” You accuse. 

“We live dangerous lives, sweetheart. We all have to go sometime. I promise I’ll do my best to make it a while off, but if fate has something different in mind, there’s nothing I can do.” He whispers, pulling you close. 

“Don’t say that. Please? I can’t,” you shake your head against his beating heart. 

“I love you. I’ll do everything I can to avoid that picture in your pretty head.” He kisses the top of your head. “I have to go find a planet to refuel on. Then we can try Wexley again.”

You head for the bathroom, needing a moment to break down in private. BB8 follows you, chirping at you. “You’ll look after him, won’t you?” You ask, looking down at your little friend. “Please?” You sniffle and he bumps your leg softly. 

You take a little bit to freshen up before Poe calls you back to the cockpit. “What’s up?” You reply, sitting next to him. 

“Someone wants to talk to you.” He grins, gesturing to the radio. 

“Hello?” You frown. 

“Hey, gorgeous.” Snap says and you sigh in relief. His voice is cheerful, albeit tired. 

“Temmin Wexley, I could kiss you.” You cover your face and his answering laugh is encouraging. 

“The very next time you see me.” He promises. Poe scoffs. “Everyone is good. We got out in time. I had your ships loaded onto the main carrier. They’ll be waiting for you when you get here. Poe said you guys have to refuel. Any idea where?” He asks and you look at your commander. 

“There’s a small planet called Marsyas. We’ll stop there.”

“Alright. Maybe I can meet you there, give you some backup, First Order goons are everywhere these days. It couldn’t hurt to have an extra blaster around.” He says. 

“That would be great.” 

“See you guys soon.” He promises. The radio goes silent and Poe reaches for your hand. 

“Feel better?” He asks. You nod. 

“Thank you.” 

“Hey, we make a good team, right?” He grins, pulling you into his lap. 

“I guess.” You shrug and his mouth falls open. He squeezes your side and you jerk. “I’m sorry! Yes! Best team!”

He laughs, kissing your shoulder. “So. Plan. We land in Marsyas, refuel as quickly as possible. Avoid any fights with storm troopers, back home in time for tea.” He says. 

“You hate tea.” You sigh, running your fingers through his hair. 

He closes his eyes with your touch. “Okay. In time for more bed-oriented activities.” He smirks. 

“You’re such a shit.” You lean down and kiss him softly. He pulls you tight against him, a sudden urgency about him as he returns the kiss hungrily. Maybe he can sense some truth behind what you’ve seen. Or maybe he’s a little too happy about the new direction your relationship has taken. Either way, you can’t complain about the results. 

“You should,” he pulls away to mumble against your lips. “Stop,” another kiss. “Kissing me.” His breath ghosts across your skin. “I have to land.”

You smirk, pulling back out of his reach. “Alright.”

“No, wait.” He grabs for your hand and you dance away, laughing. 

“You’ll get a kiss when you land safely. How about that?”

“Is that my only option?” He asks after you as you step out of the cockpit. 

“Yes.”

“Then I guess it’s agreeable.” He sighs and you laugh again, heading to make some caf. You busy your hands opening the package, and getting it started. It’s amazing how much relief you feel after talking to Snap. Maybe your anxiety stems from the fear that you aren’t enough to keep Poe safe on your own. Which the logical side of your brain tells you is stupid. You trained under Poe, he made you the best shot after him. But somehow fear is always stronger. How do the Jedi do it? Just obliterate fear?

You bring Poe a cup, sitting next to him. “How populated is this planet?”

“Small. Loosely populated. We’ll land at the market, refuel as quickly as possible. Stick to the public square.” He says, glancing over at you before starting the landing sequence. 

“Sounds good.” You do your part, which isn’t much. The ship bumps down in the hangar and you wait for him to move. 

“Ready?” He asks. You nod and push yourself up. You can do this. Snap is close by, you can see your friend. Poe takes your hand and leads you to the ramp, pressing the release button. 

You walk down into the sweltering heat. The air is thick with moisture and inhaling is a struggle at first. 

“Maker. Should I go get my ox-mask?” He jokes and you almost tell him yes. 

“If you do, get me one.” You reply and he laughs. 

“You’re on your own, kid.” He teases, slinging an arm around your shoulders. 

“Fuck off, Dameron.” You sigh, slipping your arm around his waist as you head for the square. 

Something tugs your hair from behind and you whip around to see Snap. Poe lets go of you just as his best friend pulls you in for a hug. Snap groans, squeezing you tight. You press a kiss to his cheek. 

“You guys okay?” He asks, setting you back down. 

“Yeah. Good to go.” Poe says, smiling at you. You nod, stepping back against him. 

“You? What happened?” You ask. 

“Beaumont caught a signal, intercepting a transmission about them finding us. They planned an attack, but the General thought it might be a trap to catch us all at once. So she had us pack everything and leave little at a time. But everyone got away safely.” 

“Thank the Maker.” You breathe and he holds up his closed fist in front of you. He uncurls his fingers and reveals your most favorite thing Poe has ever brought you. A small, silver X-Wing. 

“I had enough time to pack up both your rooms before I had to clear out.” He says and your eyes start to get blurry. 

“Temmin.” You mutter, lifting it out of his hand carefully. Poe’s hand is gentle on the small of your back. 

“I wanted to tell you in person.” Snap grins, taking you by the shoulders and guiding you along the street. “Now, I don’t know about you guys, but I’m starving.” He says and you give a watery chuckle. 

“Why don’t you boys go back to the ships, make sure the refueling gets done quickly. I’ll go get us food.” You offer, turning to look at them. The less Poe has to be exposed, the better. Keep him out of the trees surrounding the small market. 

“You sure?” He frowns. 

You kiss him quickly. “Positive. Go on. I won’t be long.” You promise. 

“Don’t I get a kiss?” Snap teases and you cup his face, kissing him directly on the lips. They both seem stunned. 

“Keep this one out of trouble.” You nod at Poe and Wexley can only blink at you as you turn towards the square. 

You find a few stalls selling food, taking a few minutes to look around at your options. Something hard grabs you from behind, dragging you out of the market and into the woods. A gloved hand with a sickeningly familiar white guard covers your mouth, the other wrapping around your midsection as he drags you backwards and off balance. 

Storm trooper. 

You fight and claw every inch, slowing him down as he grunts in your ear, the moderator raspy. You dig the hand off your mouth, screaming Poe’s name. You have no idea if he hears you or not, but you have to keep fighting. You struggle and twist and catch sight of a red pauldron, the one from the planet. 

“Knew it was you, you rebel bitch.” He grunts, hauling you up higher. “Gonna take you back to my commander, let him get the answers out of you.” He snarls. “Kylo Ren isn’t nearly as gentle as me.” 

You grab at a branch as you pass, halting his procession for a minute. The branch breaks in your hand and you both stumble backward. 

“Y/N!” Snap shouts and you scream again, fighting back this time instead of just fighting to escape. You want to hurt this man, you want him to suffer like you suffered. Snap breaks through and levels his weapon, but he can’t shoot, the trooper keeps your head between his and the blaster. Snap can’t fire without hitting you. But a part of you is relieved. Poe isn’t here, he promised you and he always keeps his promises. 

You lift your foot, cracking it back against his knee and snapping it the wrong way. He screams just as something tackles you both from the side. You roll free, Wexley grabbing your arm and dragging you out of the way. You glance back at the ground to see Poe wrestling with the trooper. 

No!

Poe gets in a few decent hits but the trooper somehow manages to roll away, scrambling awkwardly to his feet. Poe launches himself at your nightmare and you scream, fighting to get out of your friend’s grasp. The trooper shoves Poe into a tree, pulling a knife out of his greave and aiming it at Poe, plunging it right towards his heart. 

You scream his name and he locks eyes with you for a split second before ducking under the trooper’s arm and twisting away. You see the trooper reach for his blaster, taking aim at Poe. 

You can’t lose him. You can’t, you won’t survive it. 

You run forward, shoving Poe out of the way as hard as you can just as the trooper fires. The impact sends him one way, and you another. You fall backwards, landing hard on the ground and you see Snap fire his own weapon, the bolt going right over your head. A lovely display of light. The trooper falls back against the tree, unmoving. 

“Y/N!” Poe shouts, scrambling through the first and leaves over to your side. He cups your face and you frown slightly. 

You don’t feel his hands. You feel only coldness seeping into your bones. Your eyes start to close, relief washing over you. 

Poe’s safe. You saved him. You can let go.

Chapter Seventeen

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[marengogo]

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"why are you here if you think you're right" because i saw you saying that "Imagine if i have to check every acct i post from......" Thing where you directly indirectly said some people who think like this ain't gonna survive if jkk turned out to be not dating so i replied cause I'm a jkkr and no i don't think they're dating and i also do think tae should have double checked the acct before reposting. So i thought blogs are where you have discussions even when you're not agreeing to things so i did that but just got to know that you're supposed to block and scroll down.

"the problem is is that the account is shipper account and no one's ready to have that conversation" for some people it might be like that but since you replied to my ask saying this let me clear this that i don't care if he's posting from shipper acct or any kind of acct my problem is that is anti and now unintentionally it got 42k around followers space where people belive he posted it after checking the acct so now they have all the rights to continue their hate. Yes he's not responsible for what people think but he's responsible for what he posts. Media training is there for a reason if he had time to check his name tag I'm sure more 10 sec wouldn't have caused much problem. You said one scroll always don't tell you about the acct which i agree and i would have been fine again if those anti posts were down the page i would have assumed he didn't scroll that down and it's fine but ths posts are up there so in this case 10 sec would have been enough.

I hate it when people thinks that just because we're pointing out something it's gotta have something to do with "shipping" when we don't care about it that's why i replied.

That's all i wanted to clear although i do have things to say but it's waste of time so it's agree to disagree situation.

One more thing for @/chikoritajjk, i ain't reading all of that as i have zero interest in knowing what they think since i didn't go to their blog but thanks for taking your time.

Hi Anon,

I’m going to reply point by point, when I get a second (most likely tomorrow), but in the meantime if you could please clarify this for me:

Media training is there for a reason if he had time to check his name tag I'm sure more 10 sec wouldn't have caused much problem

What do you think that is, what are the tell tell signs he should have picked upon, how did his media team train him to pick up on this signs, what are other famous examples of media training etc etc… Because it feels like you and I have a very set idea of how this works and before I reply and assume stuff, it would be great if you could clarify.

Thanks!

Marengo

PS - Also, was the Artichikoo comment necessary? Common, you know better! You want a world where JM doesn’t have antis yet you come to my public blog, where ANYONE can reblog, and start behaving confrontational as if they didn’t have the right to reblog and express their opinion, is not like they asked you to reply, did they? ... sometimes ignoring IS the answer. People, everyone, you, me, etc, WE ALL need to understand how things work, in general, because “if you can’t stand the heat…”. Once again, I repeat this is a PUBLIC BLOG📢, so you are ALL subject to the public’s answers and opinions.

The moment you sent your ask, with the tone you chose, you instantly decided the type of replies you were going to get. Had you sent a “I want to discuss this topic” type of post, we would have discussed. You sent a “stop accusing me/us of yadda yadda … he should have yadda yadda” type of post, so I am replying to the yadda yadda. Makes sense no?

It really takes nothing to not be confrontational behind a keyboard, when you are put on the spot IRL, it is difficult, I can understand. That aside, I am assuming your main goal is to “protect” JM right? Antagonising one of those people who loves him more than life itself, doesn’t seem to be the way to go about it.

PPS - sorry to all my other Anons, this person has points I need to make so I really want to address them 🙏🏾

[distortedkilling]

Welp. I'm putting it under a read more so if people want to ignore it, they can. But because it was made public and for the sake of transparency at the accusations/implications hurled, I feel more comfortable posting about it than not. Not even for my own sake but because one of the best people I know is involved who is always patient and considerate with tags and being informed of peoples triggers.

@photosensitive-despair

I just want to say I find it convenient we were blocked and that my second ask where I'm clearly in agreement with the majority of what they're saying was posted, solely because I disagreed with the method of how this was approached. Nice to know the way they voiced having been treated is exactly the treatment they give others when they voice a criticism and ask for basic respect.

Additional unasked for advice: If you can't hold a debate or conversation in advocation for something you believe in, then you need to study and reflect more on what you're doing - wait to go public. In life, you are going to be criticized and questioned and if you can't handle some nobodies on the internet both agreeing, disagreeing, and criticizing you on a bare minimum level, then you are only going to hurt your cause more than help it. Especially when you throw accusations and implications and behave as shown below. Take it from an actual fucking activist who has been advocating mental and physical disabilities and equal rights since before you were born.

Where it began. Quen and I were just dicking around and her ask was reblogged. Neither of us have an issue with the blog's purpose, mind you. We're very much in support of correcting trigger warning tags being used incorrectly. Quen went ahead and corrected those tags.

Quen originally changed the tags on this post to the ones they requested before she decided to remove the icon as a whole and add context because of the reply that was given to our asks to remove the post from their blog. My dumbass just forgot to screencap the initial change but by the effort she made I think it's evident she followed through.

Cue my ask. Quen's is in their reply that follows. For the sake of transparency, I know my text tone isn't always pleasant and no one likes to get confronted/scolded, which is why I addressed how I wanted to sound to avoid confusion but alas.

Their reply. I don't disagree with the majority of their efforts, neither does Quen.

And then the second ask I sent which conveniently was ignored before they blocked us. I tried to clearly explain we supported what they did and where our only criticism was. As well as requested again to please remove our post from their blog.

After I had sent that, for the sake of showing with action my solidarity to their cause, I reblogged their post on tags. And I aim to keep it up and keep on reblogging it because I believe in their cause. Even if the people behind the blog I'm less enthused regarding, it's whatever. I'm an adult and a tired one at that, I see a cause I support and I'll support it even if the people are behaving poorly. What I won't do, though, is sit quietly when they are in need of some feedback on their conduct, however. People, especially advocates of something, don't become better activists by living in an echo chamber. They need to hear criticism in order to make sure they are reaching as many people as they can for their cause. That includes doing things in a way you may not like or get a lot of results with, like privately messaging people instead of making this public and snatching peoples content.

I hate doing this nonsense and I'm grateful I actually don't have to do it often at all since I usually am surrounded by competent adults who know common sense and how to communicate. I sent an ask off anon so they could reply to it private since messaging wasn't possible. Their choice to go public tied my hands a bit here. Especially with the following post here that doubles down on their accusations and implication of either of us being ableist. Honestly.

Finally, my favorite form of Tumblr mentality and behavior. Blocking people for giving valid and justified criticism. People who agree with you but still made frustrated and concerned commentary on your conduct. People who, I don't know... explained their discomfort and boundaries and requested you meet them halfway are shut down without any construction communication. Hm. Quen and I are literally implementing and supporting your cause and yet this is how you respond and behave.

Glad to know the level of professionalism here with this post they dropped. Brilliant. Congrats, you are officially behaving the exact way you said others treat you with. You've become what you despise and officially are hurting your cause by living in an echo chamber instead of having a constructive conversation and having basic respect for other people.

I support your cause, I don't currently support your ability to constructively advocate for it if this is how you behave.

And lastly, anyone who made it this far, please respect their cause and even reblog their post. It's very informative. Their conduct is rude, yeah, but I don't want hate thrown their way or any such shit. I just wanted to address for the sake of transparency this because it affects my friend and myself. If anyone has questions or wants stuff clarified, you know you can DM me.

Anyways, take care. Be safe. <3

[selfshipseaside]

Everything I'm about to say is pretty much just what everyone else has said but like- it all ties together I feel, YA KNOW? I just think it's wild that in a community where everyone has collectively decided that living up to societal norms is dumb and lives by the whole "we are cringe, but we're FREE" meme, that we've somehow normalized making snap judgements about and ostracizing each other? and treating those who don't participate in those witch hunts like they're criminals of the worst degree themselves? I-? HOW? It's just all very juvenile to me, and I'll admit it's made it hard for me to want to reach out to people and make friends here still.

I feel like I'm walking on egg shells ALL the time. You can't like, reblog, or follow ANYONE without jumping through hoops first and if you don't and follow the wrong person or reblog from someone who's stupidly specific DNI you happen to fall under, then you're suddenly the biggest asshole known to man. You're on a list, or getting gossiped about, or you're getting cancelled, whatever. That's assuming they don't have their DNI's plastered on every post they make, which wouldn't be so off putting maybe (big maybe) if people weren't so freaking rude. "DNI (enter whoever here) you're scum get out of here you're not wanted" OH OKAY? HAVE YOU TRIED NOT BEING SO ANGRY? I'm not trying to harbor an unsafe or unwelcoming environment for ANYONE on my blog, so no I'm not going to reblog stuff like that even if maybe I wouldn't want to interact with whoever they're excluding either.

Also, the things people get called and the disgusting things people get accused of around here willy nilly for literally no reason other than others disagree with them? Yknow the ones. Not gonna say it here, but oh my GOD that is so NOT okay. To do THAT to someone is disgusting. I just don't get what happened to treating a social media, like social media. If you don't like someone? Block them! If you get an interact from someone you don't like? Block them too! Don't want to see certain posts? Mute the tags! Don't like who someone ships with for whatever reason? Hey there's that block button again! It's so easy. It's free. It's like- dead ass the most simple thing in the world. And yet we've chosen to normalize making the entire community a frigging minefield. It's so overwhelming that if I hadn't found a way in via my own support blog back in the day, and instead tried to enter as just anyone else, I would have turned tail way before I met the friends I do have here (and my wonderful amazing lovely girlfriend cough). It's stupid, my dude. Having this opinion alone gets me shoved into certain boxes I didn't even ask for. And as far as people getting butt hurt over blocks, I don't even NOTICE when it happens, let alone do I care so I just. Cannot relate. I can't fathom it unless they were someone I was close to.

In closing, this community has a lot of maturing to do, because thats what all of this is. Immature, exhausting, and yes- stupid. I'M TIRED OF THIS GRANPA.

K done 💖

This! Oh look it's my beautiful amazing talented and emotionally intelligent girlfriend!! Everything you said is true and more. We have got to mature as a community! We live like this??? It do be smelling like roaches in here guys, CMONNNN

[demonpoxballad]

The Last Name - oneshot

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Word count: 1.8k

Summary: There’s one more name from the past bouncing around Bucky’s head. One more scribble ripped from the pages of Steve’s old book. Another person to make amends with. Except this one is different: he can’t remember doing anything wrong. No murdering or enabling of evil plans. No threats or political conquests. In fact, Bucky can’t remember much of her at all.

Warnings: swearing, description of panic attacks, angst, fluff

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Hey! Omg we're back! I guess this is the start of r moving in with Bucky after their time in Finland hehe. If anyone has anymore ideas for oneshots please let me know because I love writing this story so much <3

(really hoping this gets into the tags but my posts haven't been recently so please reblog if you liked this!)

New York, present-day:

Brooklyn loomed over her, on all sides. There were moments of respite: ivy winding up ornate stairs, handbag dogs with their jolly trots, the odd break from crowds. But it was overwhelming, she had to admit. At every alleyway punctuating their walk, she would tug Bucky away into the damp darkness. Her breath would heave, and her back would get soaked through from leaning on the wall, and he would just hold her face until she could go again.

“Nearly there,” he promised her. “We’re nearly there.”

“Okay,” she nodded, standing up straight and hoisting her bag back onto her shoulder. “I’m ready.”

“We can get a cab, y/n. This is too much, we should get a cab.”

“No, no. I can do this,” she protested. “I need to do it at some point, so it might as well be now.”

She pulled Bucky back onto the sidewalk, not paying any attention to his exasperated headshaking. If she would be living here from now on, she had to get used to the crowds. Her body still remembered the ebb and flow of them, though; Bucky trailed behind the whole way as she ducked and weaved like a local on a tight schedule. And she enjoyed the anonymity of cities, as well. She told herself that no one she encountered would ever see her again, let alone remember her well enough to describe. She was safe here. A nobody.

“I’m warning you,” Bucky told her as they approached his apartment block. “My place is a very sad affair.”

“It can’t be any worse than my fucking homemade shack, Bucky.”

He chuckled. “Okay. Fair enough.”

He led the way up the stairs, checking over his shoulder frequently to see that she was still right behind. She had to glance up quickly from his butt each time. He unlocked the door and dumped his stuff on the floor, watching as she ventured inside. She disappeared into the bedroom, taking in the empty bedframe and dry wet-room. Bucky was still embarrassed, she could tell, as she flopped down onto the grey loveseat. She resigned herself to looking as comfy as possible, spreading her knees and letting her head fall back, until he learnt to relax as well. It didn’t take long; he soon wandered over from his hiding space behind the kitchen counter to collapse beside her.

“Worlds colliding?” she asked.

“Huh?”

“Does this feel weird? Like worlds colliding?”

“Yeah, I guess you could say that,” he said. “More than that, though, you know?” He turned towards her and smiled. She instantly felt like a giggling teenager. “You make this place feel a lot better.”

She smiled back. “I’m glad.”

“How are you doing?” he asked.

She found herself jolting internally, her eyebrows jumping. Perhaps it would take a while for her to get used to this. To being looked after.

She reached for Bucky’s hand on his thigh. “I’m good. Tired. This is a lot.”

“I know, I’m sorry.”

She shook her head in refusal.

“We just have one more thing to do today, though,” he said.

“Buy a mattress?” she teased.

“Hah. Other than that.”

She tapped a finger against her chin in mock thought. Then a grin and a cheer: “Sam!”

“Sam,” Bucky affirmed.

***

“Last time I came here to see him,” Bucky said in her ear, his hand on her elbow. “They tried to arrest me, so just - ”

“Oh, shit,” she moaned.

“ – it’ll be fine, I promise.”

She stopped in the middle of the parking lot, eyes pleading with him. She really didn’t need any trouble.

He couldn’t argue with her. “Okay, it’s fine, I’ll call Sam,” he rummaged in his jean pocket for his phone, and she handed it to him from her own back pocket, “and he can come down to get us.”

“Thank you.”

“Hey!” a voice boomed across from the entrance. It was the man himself. “Here they are!”

“You should cancel the call,” she murmured in Bucky’s ear, meanwhile smiling and waving enthusiastically over at Sam.

Bucky fumbled with his phone, pressing buttons at random.

Sam held his phone out as he walked over. “Buck,” he shouted. “Why’re you calling me?”

“Shit,” Bucky murmured. She couldn’t help but snicker at him. “I – uh,” he called back at Sam, “we were just – never mind.”

Sam walked straight towards her, and she took hold of his outstretched hands gladly. “It’s good to see you,” he told her.

She found herself a little speechless. Sure, she knew Bucky, and he was a superhero too, no matter the tortured past. But Sam was well-adjusted, and kind, and handsome, and Captain America . . .

“How’s it going?” she managed to say.

The men hugged in that specific macho way, and she couldn’t help but grin at them. It was nice to see Bucky as a functioning member of society.

They walked inside together, Bucky’s arm tucking her into his shoulder. She reached over to pat his chest, holding up an innocent peace sign when he stared incredulously at her. “Bro,” she teased. He shook his head, chuckling. Getting past reception was blissfully uneventful with Sam as their chaperone.

“I’ve gotta say,” Sam said as they entered the elevator. “I can see how you managed to seduce this robotic mope into a European cottage romance.”

“Yeah?” she said.

“Yeah. You’re pretty.” He grinned. His smile was so dreamy. “Bucky never told me that, and the KIA pics don’t do you justice.”

“I’m right here,” Bucky complained.

Sam held his hands up. “I’m just saying what I see.”

“Um. Thanks, Sam,” she said, trying to catch Bucky’s eyes to smile at him. He was glaring studiously at Sam.

“Okay. I’ll stop now. It won’t happen again,” Sam said.

“Yeah,” Bucky replied. “You do that.”

They sat down in Sam’s office together, him on one side, and her and Bucky on the other. She took in the full-length windows, the plushness of the seat beneath her, the monochrome palette. It suited Sam well, and at the same time, not at all.

“Sorry about the set up,” Sam said. “I promise this isn’t an interview.”

“That’s okay,” she said. Bucky shuffled his seat closer to her and put his hand on her arm rest. She kept her own cradled in her lap.

“It’s more of a job offer,” Sam said.

“What?” She glanced over at Bucky but he was no help, only offering a nonchalant shrug. She’d have to have a stern talk with him later about surprises, and how much she really didn’t appreciate them.

“Bucky’s told me a lot about how you work,” Sam carried on. “And I’ve done my own research as well.” He leaned forward onto his desk, fiddling with a pen sat there. “You’re not just skilled, y/n, you’re empathy personified, a guardian. I need that kind of compassion around.”

She shook her head. “I know Bucky has probably told you his version of events, but it’s a sugar-coated - ”

“Stop it,” Bucky interrupted.

“What? I’m telling the truth.”

“No. Stop it. I’m serious.” His expression was resolute, eyes piercing her own.

“Bastard,” she whispered.

Bucky leaned back in his chair, folding his arms over his chest. She tried not to ogle at the way his biceps swelled. “Let’s just listen to what Sam has to say,” he said.

Sam was trying his best and failing not to smile. She didn’t feel like she knew him well enough yet to tell him off for enjoying their squabbling.

“Um. Okay,” he began again. “I do have a specific mission for you, to start off. How about I brief you next Monday, and you decide if you want it? I think it will suit you well, even with your time off. But no hard feelings if you’re not interested.”

She wasn’t worried about hard feelings. She was worried about soft, caring, disappointed-not-angry ones. Could she say no to Captain America? More importantly, could she say no to Bucky?

“I’ll think about it,” she told them.

“Working with Sam really helped me,” Bucky said, tapping her hand. “I had forgotten that could do good things, given a proper choice. Help people, even.”

Bucky and Sam smiled at each other, a distinct sense of understanding floating across the room. She felt sick to her stomach.

“I’ll think about it.”

“That’s fine,” Sam said. “That’s great, thank you.”

A long silence ensued. The men looked sheepish, their body language all twiddling thumbs and shifty eyes.

“Is there something else?” she asked.

“Fury,” Bucky said. “He’d like to talk to you.”

“Oh.”

They didn’t give her time to process.

Sam spun in his chair, pressing the button on a comically small remote. NFJ flared up as a hologram icon, hovering in the corner of the room. Standing up, Sam laid the remote down on the desk in front of her.

“Just press this twice,” he pointed.

They both left the room. She barely registered Bucky standing up next to her, nor the gentle kiss on her forehead before he walked away. She sat still, in front of the remote, for a period of time that felt just like falling.

And she still hadn’t moved an inch when Fury appeared himself, grainy but real before her.

She raised a finger to her mouth, biting down and trying to hold back tears.

“They told me to wait until you connected, but I didn’t want to,” he said.

“Right,” she replied. “Hi.”

“Hello.”

“You didn’t fancy taking a short vacation to good old C-53?”

He laughed. Her own face remained sullen. “How are you?”

“I’d like to hate you,” she told him. It had been a long day already, and she didn’t have the energy for niceties.

“Okay,” he agreed. “But?”

“I don’t think I can. Not anymore than I hate myself, anyway.”

Fury shifted around on his feet. “That’s good to know.”

She strained to listen for background noise from his end, maybe for some foreign languages or strange dialects, but there were none to be heard.

“I’m sorry I fucked the mission,” she said.

“No, no,” he consoled. She’d never seen him look so remorseful. So out of control. “I’m sorry for leaving you on your own.”

“Did you hear about the widows? And all the super soldiers?”

“Yes.”

She nodded. Fury knew who she was. And she knew him. It was a relief to share this guilt with somebody.

“I’ve thought about you every day since,” he said.

“Same.” They shared a smile.

“I wish I could be there,” he said. “I might have even hugged you.”

She chuckled. “You’re a busy man. I understand.”

“You’re important to me,” he stressed.

She thought about Bucky. She imagined his eyes as he smiled, the crinkles at the edges, the luminous quality to his irises. His head on her lap on the day that he found her. And the peace they had carried between them ever since. She didn’t want to be angry, or sad; she’d already had a lifetime of that. No more.

“I understand,” she repeated.

(really hoping this gets into the tags but my posts haven't been recently so please reblog if you liked this!) Taglist: @mayasreadingnook @writing-for-marvel @howlermonkey69 @ginger-swag-rapunzel @cuddlycalcifer @bambamwolf87 @twinerd14 @violets-library @hallecarey1 @cjand10 @navs-bhat @themorningsunshine

[always-almost-never]

I dont know how to start this post so:

Always, He/It/They, Minor

We're a system of around 20, but that numbers pretty vague for a lot of reasons.

This blog is mostly system related stuff, but also stuff we thinks important or funny n stuff- idk we've got adhd asking for organization is bullying /j.

Asks and dms are always open- we've got social anxiety and are bad at starting conversations but literally anyone (espc mutuals but also others) is welcome to interact.

Links to our sideblogs, loose dni, and syscourse things below the cut:

@always-almost-rbs is just where we reblog shit, mostly fandom related. Feel free to follow but your not missing out on anything original

@boxes-for-systems was our userbox blog, inactive rn cuz mental health shit and school, but the ones we made are still there and maybe one day we'll get to our massive inbox backlog

@ashtonley @beeboyinabox @thesnowchesterfog @forevertotheeventhorizon @thisendsinblood @lesbiancatgirllizzy @adiscardedarrow & @burning-alliums are individual alter blogs, most were created when we had better distinction between fronters and are pretty inactive.

DNI/BYF

Not gonna list all the shitty people we dont want here at once, that'd take forever, but we block freely and don't tolerate any kind of bigotry.

We dont talk about politics ourselves here, but we do reblog posts with important information regarding real world events. Currently theres no tag for those posts, but if you need one to be made just send an ask or dm. Same goes for if you need anything else trigger tagged.

Regarding syscourse, we guess we're neutral but really we just stay fully out of it. We're autistic, and that makes it really hard for us to understand nuanced things like that- not gonna go into more depth here for safety reasons (and to save space), but if you need more explanation just send us a dm.

We interact with people regardless of their stance on syscourse, feel free to unfollow/block us if that makes you uncomfortable (dont softblock us though, we Will just assume tumblr glitched and refollow)