#which isnt to say that it's not good in the movie but like. they broke up for like 2 days. it's not the same

[grendelsmilf]

okay the nimona comic is so good actually. like i definitely think the movie is cute and good for kids, but (like i said previously) it has kind of a "gen z shrek" vibe to it that just makes me wish i was watching shrek instead. the comic is totally its own thing though, and i enjoyed it so much more. here are some of my favorite panels:

[nastyaromatherapy]

"All yours" (18+)

You're left home alone with your stepbrother Ethan.

Tried to make a dark fic for (this) request (sorry if it isnt dark enough😭)

pairing - perv!StepBrother!Ethan Landry x fem!reader

one shot length, 1.7k+ word fic

warnings: dub con, stepcest, corruption kink, I lowkey have a voice kink so ethan talks A LOT, slightly innocent reader

Your mom always told you to cover up around your stepbrother, Ethan. But you always asked her, "why?" He was your brother after all.

So, when your mom and stepdad were out for dinner, and your stepsister was at a study session, you naturally broke the rules. The house was hot- and your parents didn't let you blast the air conditioning.

You walked through the living room where Ethan watched tv wearing spandex, and a thin white tee without a bra. Instantaneous boner for Ethan. He covered it up with a decorative pillow.

"Your mom okay with you wearing that?" He asks you as you wander into the kitchen for a soda. "What does it matter?" You respond. "Care to join me?" He asks, patting the seat next to him on the sofa. You turn to see the tv, it was a horror film. You shook your head profusely.

"Come on, don't be lame," he said, throwing his head back, exposing his adam's apple. "I'll buy you pizza," he bargains. "Fine," you say, plopping your ass onto the cushion. He immediately smirks and slaps the opened can out of your hand, making it spill on the floor.

"Ethan!" You yelled, annoyed. When you bent down to grab the can he slapped your ass hard, probably making a mark. You shoot your head back, "Stop being a perv."

He chuckled to himself as you cleaned the mess, now squatting to prevent further pestering.

You sat with him on the couch and he turned on the movie. He wrapped his arm around your shoulder and you give in to his warm, brotherly touch.

Suddenly on screen there's a jump scare and you jump, accidently rubbing your forearm on his erect cock, making him groan. "Fuck, I'm sorry," you apologized. "You keep doing that!" He says annoyed through gritted teeth.

"What?" You ask confused. "You keep touching me there, like you want me to get hard." You were utterly bewildered. What was he talking about? "Ethan what the fuck are you-" "just shut the fuck up. You're a slut. Admit it."

Truth is you haven't touched him once. Well besides the part with a jump scare. He needed an excuse for him being hard.

"I have nothing to admit," you say. He bites his cheek, looking at the ceiling with an astonished look. "You're really just gonna say that? Okay so if I felt in between your legs right now," he started as he got closer to your ear. "You wouldn't be wet?"

You weren't before, but his words sent shivers down your spine causing you to pool into your spandex. "I won't," you chuckled out, swallowing the lump in your throat. "Uhuh," he sounded, fingers reaching for your dampening crotch.

"Ethan c'mon," you whined. "Let's just watch the movie." He shook his head. "Not till we find out if you're a liar or no." You pulled away from his clutch, which made it easy for him to push you onto your back. You sat up with your elbows, and as you got up you felt a sense of heat in your core.

You look down to see Ethan's fingers, teasing the cloth that covered your pussy. You whimper at his touch and quickly close your legs. You notice his mouth corners start to curl up. He knew you were wet, could feel through your bottoms. But he pretended as if he didn't know.

"'Kay, whatever, let's just watch the damn movie." You got back up into his arms as the movie continued to play. It seems everything just went back to normal.

After awhile, however, Ethan started grazing his fingers on your clit through the fabric of your spandex. You shivered a little when reunited with his touch. He held back a chuckle when he saw your cute reaction, biting your lip to keep composure.

His motions were put together and circular, definitely not accidental. Your breathing grows heavier and your chest heaves. He gets a good look at your perky nipples poking out of your tight tee.

You involuntarily inch your legs wider, giving him more access to your parts. You whimper when he presses down harder against your clit, and grab onto him a little tighter. He groans at your grip.

You start to grind against his hand, humping it, desperately needing more friction. You weren't even thinking, just mindlessly fucking your brother's hand.

Your juices and cum start to seep through your spandex, leaving slimy, sticky residue on your crotch area. When Ethan feels it on his fingers, he removes his hand, making you whine. "Not a slut, huh? As if you didn't just take your stepbrother's hand without hesitation." You look at him, ashamed of yourself, ashamed you'd let him touch you in that way.

"Not gonna answer? That's okay, it's better for bitches to shut up." He grabs you by your waist and pulls you onto his lap. He guides you by your hips on his sweat pant covered boner. "Ethan," you moaned out. "We shouldn't." You said, sounding hesitant. "Oh but we've come so far," he said, reaching under your shirt to grope your breasts which made you gasp. "Be a shame to just stop now."

You felt disgusted at your self, but he was right. He was so hard, and you were so wet. Why stop now?

"I wonder how many men have had the pleasure of being inside you," he inquired as he shut his eyes, just imagining. "J-just my boyfriend," you stuttered out. His eyes shot open. "You've only ever had sex with your boyfriend of 3 months?" You nodded. "And I didn't like it."

He chuckled, bucking his hips into yours. "Oh you're gonna love it with me." You shook your head. "Ethan we really can't, you're my brothe-" he slammed his lips onto yours, forcing your plush ones to meet his chapped, grabbing your head from behind. You restrained at first but in the end you gave in. He was pretty damn good at it.

He pulled away and slipped your top off, being quick to take a breast into his mouth. He looked up at you with dark eyes as he sucked on its bud, making your heat throb. You moaned and continued to grind on his length, hornier than ever. He massaged the lonely one in his hand as he continued to feast on your tit, groaning into it. "Ethan," you moaned out, twisting fingers in his hair.

He pulled off of your puffy nipple, "Fuck, on your knees baby." You got on your knees in front of him and his sweats and boxers dropped to his ankles. His cock sprung out, resting on his lower abdomen. He takes hold of the lower shaft, guiding it towards your mouth. "Ever suck a cock, baby?" You shook your head a no. "It's easy. Just take as much as you can and don't use your teeth." His teaching was painfully vague, but you were desperate to taste him anyways you might've just been a natural.

You opened for him, letting his head slip in. "Fuck," he panted out. You took in about a fourth of his length, tasting every vein and every muscle. God was he tasty. You slowly got the hang of it, being able to take a little more of him. Ethan had his head thrown back in ecstasy, groaning and whining.

He looked at you, and it was a sight. Hair messy, eyes wide and teary with fluttering eyelashes, and of course your tits were hanging out in full view. He went to grip the back of your head, becoming in control of your movements, but he didn't go to deep.

"What do you think our parents would think, hm?" He asked. You just didn't want to think about it. "Plastered on the ground for me so prettily," he says smirking. "Sucking off her brother's cock? God. Fuck," he says breathily, pulling out of your mouth. Your saliva dripped off of his throbbing length.

"Bet they're so proud," he teases, laying out on the couch and putting you on top of him, pulling off your spandex in the process. He reaches down for his cock, lining it up with your entrance. He teases around the sticky area, rubbing his tip all over your folds. "So wet," he whispers to himself.

"Ethan, please," you cry out, pussy aching. "Yeah? Want your brother to fuck you senseless?" He asks and you respond with a pleading nod.

He slides himself in your tight cunt. "Jesus christ," he groans, holding you in place by the hips as he thrusts up into you. Your legs shake and you moan high pitched and pathetically. "So fucking tight. Guess your boyfriend hasn't been stretching you out, huh?" He asks through gritted teeth, closing his eyes whenever he lets out a groan. "Whenever he fucks you again, he's not gonna find any pleasure in it cause i'm gonna leave you so loose," he says, gloating at his size.

"No, no one after this, just you," you whine as tears well in your eyes. "That so, baby? That works, we just gotta sneak better around our parents now. I'm gonna be fucking this pussy every fucking date night." Your walls clench around him, only making him go harder.

He lets go of you and you fall on top of him and whimper. "Fuck yourself on me baby, c'mon." You start riding him impatiently, needing desperately a release. He reaches for your jaw to pull you down into a hard kiss, teeth colliding. "Riding me so good- shit, yeah?" He says into the kiss. You moan into his mouth whenever your clit comes in contact with his groin, only adding more friction.

"You're mine now, yeah? Mine to use whenever I please?" He asks. "Mhm! Yes Ethan oh my god i'm yours," you scream out before you cum over his cock. A trickle of your warm cum coats his cock as you stop your movements in recovery. He gets a hold of your waist once more and thrusts a couple more times, just to get himself over the edge. With a final thrust he buries himself inside, thick cum painting your inner walls. The two of you lay together, huffing, covered in sweat. "All yours, Ethan." You whisper.

[stevie-petey]

dibs

“Jinx!” Again, they say this at the same time. They both groan, and without any other words, they jump into an intense game of rock, paper, scissors.  “One, two, three!” Steve holds out a rock, Robin does as well, and the two teens almost strangle one another.  They try again, this time they both land on paper, and Robin throws her head back in frustration. “I’m not good at math, but this cannot be statistically possible.”

Summary: do the laws of dibs still apply if steve and robin see you at the same time ???

Rating: general, some swearing

Warnings: swearing, fem!reader, use of y/n

Words: 1.4k

Before you swing in: this is for my beloved val (@southelroy), and i was so excited to try my hand at writing robin and steve together <3 this is a very silly fic, not at all meant to be realistic or serious, and it isnt proofread so pls enjoy n beware !

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According to the ancient rules of “dibs”, the first person who sees the desired one has the rightful claim of dibs. Anyone else present during this time must obey this sacred rule, respecting the fact that the other has laid claim first. It’s an old, ancient tradition, held up for centuries through faithful friendships. 

It’s a solid system, really.

Except Steve and Robin see you walk into Family Video on the same day, at the same time, together. 

You walk in, hair slightly wet from the rain and your eyes bright, and smile at the two of them shyly. Setting down your umbrella, you unbutton your raincoat and look around the store. ��Sorry, is it okay if I hide out in here for a bit? My umbrella broke and I really don’t feel like catching a cold.”

Steve and Robin stare at you, wide eyed and in shock. They’ve never seen you before, they surely would’ve remembered your face if they had, and their brains short circuit simultaneously. 

When they don’t say anything, you cautiously walk up to the counter and laugh nervously. “Uh, hello? I can leave, if that’s what you’re trying to say.”

“No!” Steve shouts, panicked that the word “leave” has left your very pretty and pink mouth. When you flinch at his raised voice, he quickly clears his throat and lowers his voice. “I–uh, I mean… No, no. You can stay–please! I mean, if you don’t mind, ‘cause, ya know, it’s raining–”

“What my coworker here is trying to say is that you can definitely stay.” Robin interrupts, admiring the way the raindrops in your hair seem to form a halo. “In fact, why don’t you have a look around? We have plenty of movies.”

You smile at Robin, which she practically melts seeing. “Thanks, you guys are lifesavers. I’m here visiting my cousin, and he said I should stop by anyways.”

“What, do we know him?” Steve asks, finally finding his voice again. 

“His name is Dustin Henderson, if that helps. He’s a freshman at Hawkins, said he stops here sometimes–”

“Dustin Henderson is your cousin?” Steve and Robin say at the same time, completely taken aback. 

You laugh. “Ya know, I’ve gotten that a lot since being in Hawkins. I take it he’s well known?”

“Oh, he’s definitely well known.” Robin snorts, thinking about how many people would scream at the idea of more Hendersons running around the world. 

But if they’re anything like you, then Robin thinks she’d love to be invited to a Henderson family reunion. Immediately. 

“Well,” you smile again at the two teens, amused by their weird dynamic. You can see why Dustin likes them so much. “Since I’m stuck here for a while and I promised Dustin I’d get a movie, I’m gonna take a look around as suggested.”

You pause, now realizing you haven’t asked for their names, and you gasp. “I’m so sorry! What are your names? I feel horrible for not even asking.”

“You could never do any wrong,” Steve sighs dreamily, leaning against the counter in what he hopes is a cool looking pose. “I’m Steve, Steve Harrington.”

He sticks his hand out for you to shake, which you accept with a slight giggle. He’s odd, but incredibly endearing even if he’s currently standing against the counter like a middle-aged man. “I’m Y/N Henderson.” 

Robin, sensing what Steve is trying to do, hip checks the boy so that he falls onto the ground. “And I’m Robin Buckley, the better half of this duo.”

Like hell she’s going to allow him to flirt with you. 

Her declaration makes you laugh, even as poor Steve groans on the floor in pain. You wink at her, amused by her charm, and start to walk towards the movie aisles. “Oh, I believe that.”

Steve scrambles back up, and the second you’re out of earshot, he and Robin immediately shout at the same time, “Dibs!”

“Jinx!” Again, they say this at the same time. They both groan, and without any other words, they jump into an intense game of rock, paper, scissors. 

“One, two, three!” Steve holds out a rock, Robin does as well, and the two teens almost strangle one another. 

They try again, this time they both land on paper, and Robin throws her head back in frustration. “I’m not good at math, but this cannot be statistically possible.”

“Okay, let’s think about this.” Steve holds a finger up to indicate that he’s speaking, which Robin scoffs at. “I saw her first, so–”

“Uh, news flash, dingus: I saw her first.”

“Were you dropped as a child? I clearly saw her first–”

“Actually,” your voice causes both Robin and Steve to turn in horror, realizing too late that you’ve been standing behind them, listening in. “You both saw me at the same time, so I’m not sure how the rule of dibs applies here.”

“We…” Steve gapes at you, speechless. 

Robin is no better, her face burns horribly. “We think… You’re pretty?”

“Well, I gathered that much.” You laugh again, and the sound is enough for both Steve and Robin to forget all their worries and admire how delicate it is. Then, holding up two dvd’s, you place them on the counter. “I’ll take these, please.”

Robin looks down at your movie selection, seeing The Breakfast Club and The Outsiders, and her heart drops. “Just… Just these?”

“Mhm,” you nod, unsure why her demeanor has suddenly changed. “Is there something wrong with my movie selection?”

Steve looks at Robin and he knows immediately what’s wrong. She absolutely hates your taste in movies, which he’s ecstatic over. He lets out a whoop and first bumps the air. “Yes! She’s mine!”

“Shut up, you moron!” Robin screeches, embarrassed and infuriated. She cannot believe that this is happening to her right now, in front of a very pretty girl, no less. Closing her eyes, Robin takes a deep breath and turns to you. “Please excuse my friend, he’s allergic to pretty girls.”

“Hey, that’s not true–”

You cross your arms at Robin, an amused smile on your face. “What’s so wrong with my taste in movies?”

“Nothing!” When you raise your eyebrow at her, Robin accepts her fate and gives in. She knows she’s done for now. “It’s just… It’s incredibly bland.”

“I happen to think your taste is impeccable, Y/N.” Steve butts in, batting his eyelashes at you for added effect.

Robin watches, with pure disgust, as it works. Steve’s charm gets you to laugh once more, and you even lean closer to his side of the counter. You place a hand on his arm. “I’m honored to have you on my side, then.”

Stupid Harrington and his stupid male species. 

While you and Steve exchange gross lovey-dovey glances, Robin rings up your movie rentals with disdain. 

“That will be $5.25, please.” She mumbles, crestfallen. 

You tear your eyes away from Steve’s and notice the jealousy and hurt on Robin’s face. You frown, feeling bad for being the cause of this. She seems like a sweet girl, and Dustin spoke highly of her, so you know she’s someone special. Taking some cash out of your purse, you hand it to Robin and catch her eye. 

“Hey, listen to me real quick.” Robin looks up, despite not wanting to, but your eyes are too pretty not to look into. When you have her attention, you turn to Steve. “Can you give us a second?”

He looks bewildered. “What? Why?”

“If you leave now, I’ll give you my number.”

“Yes ma’am!” Steve hops over the counter and goes to sort some movies, leaving you alone with Robin. 

Once he’s gone, you lean in close to her. “I understand what you’re going through.”

Her eyes widen, terrified she’s been caught. “W–what? No, I think you’ve gotten this all wrong–”

“It’s okay,” you grab her hand, gently take it between yours. “We’re more alike than you may think, and while I’m flattered, you’re too young.”

Robin knows she should be devastated by this, but all she hears is, “So… Let’s say ten years from now, if you happen to visit Dustin again…”

You laugh, she’s got such a spark to her. “You’ll have to figure out the whole ‘dibs’ thing by then with Steve.”

“I saw you first!” Steve shouts from somewhere in the aisles, before a giant crash follows. A few seconds pass, and then, much quieter this time, he shouts, “I’m fine!”

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⌑ writing masterlist

[doyouevenshipbr0]

examples of atla live action’s attempts to be more feminist and how they actually had the opposite effect and/or hurt the integrity of the show

already talked about katara and pakku. does not make sense that she did not have a master. point blank. just because something sounds empowering (ie katara saying “yes. and ur looking at her.” after zuko asked if she found a master) doesn’t mean it automatically is. there still needs to be logic and katara “being her own master” defies logic imo im sorry!

katara in general. she has no ferocity here which to be very honest i dont think is fully the writers’ fault. some of the blame goes on them but the actress for katara just delivered alllllll of her lines w the same exact mild tone. katara is overly motherly. she is bossy. she is passionate. she is nurturing. she is emotional. THERE IS POWER IN THESE THINGS!!!!! why would we take away her spark?!?!?!

i loved live action suki. however, i LOVE the line in the original when her and sokka part ways and sokka says “i treated u like a girl when i should’ve treated u like a warrior.” and suki says “i am a warrior” *kisses sokka on the cheek* “but im a girl too.” THAT LINE WAS SO PERFECT like lemme say it again there is POWER IN FEMININITY! there is no shame in that!!!!! why does this show wanna take that away so badly. at one point live action suki says something like “im not just a warrior, im a kiyoshi warrior” and before she parts ways w sokka she thanks him for showing her some of the world or something like that. which was fine but i just love the simplicity of the original. a girl can be a warrior and have a crush. why do we have to change that?

this is a small one and it doesnt REALLY matter, but i cant help but think they changed this to be more “feminist” which is just dumb. yue isnt betrothed? well she was but she broke it off? and hahn (her ex) isnt a huge dick? i mean it wasn’t the worst thing and i didnt really mind it but i was just kinda like ?????. feel like yue being betrothed tied into her sense of responsibility and foreshadowed the sacrifices she will make for her people. so. feels rly weird that they changed it. i think it was to show more women agency which is always cool. but in the original, yue finally gets her agency by becoming the moon spirit. that should be the end of her character arc. idk. a weird change that seemed unnecessary.

sokka not being sexist. honestly i think the live action did a good job at omitting this while not REALLY making it feel like something was missing. with that being said, something was still missing lol. once again, its apart of sokka’s character. i feel like everyone has already expressed their hate for this so ill just leave it at that.

i am a TAD indifferent on the women of the northern tribe joining the forces during the fight. on one hand i cant lie i smiled bc obviously i love water bending and i love women so there was definitely apart of me that was happy to see that moment. however. it was kind of giving like in endgame when theres that random shot of all the women superheroes in one frame so the movie could have a “slay queen. we are girlbosses:)” moment. like it just felt a little empty and it wasnt the feminist battlecry they thought it was. these women have been healing their whole lives. why would they be any good on the frontlines of a fight? they never learned combat skills! HOWEVER, when we see them, its mainly just them reinforcing the walls so like. that makes enough sense. im cool w that.

i know im dwelling but as we know i hold atla in the highest regards. it does a lot of things perfectly imo. and one of the things i think it does PERFECTLY is its treatment of female characters. literally the only thing i can think of that i dont like is when team azula beats the kiyoshi warriors and ty lee says something like “u are NOT prettier than us” NDBSKSJDJ like ok that was weird. but anyways. it irritates me how the live action kind of seems to have this pov that says “the original was good, but there were some ideas and plots that were outdated so we changed them to keep with the times” like they’re fixing something that was broken if that makes sense. when in actuality, i think atla’s representation of women is perfect and timeless. it was relevant and powerful in 2005, and it is equally as relevant and powerful in 2024. there was nothing about its feminist themes that needed to be “fixed” or “updated”.

[heivexl]

IF THIS WAS A MOVIE | ENHA HYUNG LINE X FEM ! READER

synopsis: angst angst angst angst

a/n : all based on taylor swift songs, took a break from “The way things go to” write this😭

warning: arguments, cursing, mentions of fwb in jays, kissing in jake and sunghoons, petnames like babe used in jakes, mentions of family issues in sunghoons

L.HS : FOREVER & ALWAYS

baby, back up did you forget everything?

fights between couples are normal, but in the end they manage to bounce back and grow. you and heeseung were each others first real relationship, yet you two lasted for a while making you believe it was forever and always, and you two are eachothers soulmate until this recent month.

you felt like it was the same thing everyday, he comes home, you two argue, and then end up making up normally over the phone if not then in person. and this would be to fine if heeseung grew from the mistakes you two would argue about. everytime, forgetting dates, being late, not contributing to the relationship. you’ve done everything to change yourself for him and your relationship but he isnt pulling his weight. you were tired, you figured you needed to your foot down. while waiting you couldnt help but reminisce over the good times and when you promised eachother “forever and always.”

when he got home, he dropped his bag loudly and rushed to your shared room. you managed to stop him, he took a deep breath closing his eyes and turned his head to you. “can we talk?” you asked which in returned he sighed. sitting on the couch, you sit next to him turning to see his figure leaning over not bothering to even look at you. “are you still trying in this relationship?” thats what broke him. he stood up immediately and turned to you with angry eyes, did you phrase it wrong? what were you suppose to say? “why are you questioning my love for you? we’ve been together for 3 years, i love you, you love me of course im fucking trying in this relationship y/n!” he yelled looking at you. hurtful words aside you kept eye contact with him, i mean how could you not? you say the look in his eyes, they weren’t heeseung. it was like looking into a strangers eye. “if you love me, prove it. im tired of feeling like you dont. we live together heeseung yet you feel like a stranger, we dont even talk anymore!” you said keeping eye contact which he looked away “i dont have to prove anything.” he scoffed before walking out the door “you promised forever and always.” you said as he walked away, your words made him stop as he held the door handle. you prayed in your mind he would turn around and reassure you you two will be okay but instead he walked out. through out the arguments you two have had this month this one was different. you felt something wrong in your stomach, turning on your phone to check if you had any calls or text from him, he still hasn’t called.

so there it was, a year later and you realized he left you like that. not even a breakup text or call to finalize it. as bad as it sounds you werent able to get over him, you tried talking to other guys but you couldn’t move on. i guess your heart took forever and always too seriously. contrasting from your beliefs, heeseung was sitting on his couch in his house. why didnt he just turn around? why couldnt he keep his promise? when you two broke up he moved schools not being able to face you after breaking you but finally around this month he came back, yet you never noticed him, because he couldnt face you. everytime he saw you he ran the other way, or changed all his classes, sure he ended the relationship but one thing that never ended was his feelings for you.

sitting in your lecture the professor announced that he will pair everyone in 2 for the project. walking up the pairing sheet you noticed your name near someone familiar, “Lee Heeseung” it read. freezing you reread the paper to make sure it was right “you read it right.” you heard a familiar voice, turning around you see heeseung and all the memories flood back. shit. deciding to do the project at your house (the breakup house😍) you sigh wondering what you had gotten yourself into.

when you heard the knock on your door you braced yourself as you turned the knob, seeing heeseung with your two’s favorite dinner place from when you were together. the place he stood you up on….

“you didnt have to!” you said as you helped him bring in the bags “dont worry about it, just wanted to make it up to you” you paused at his words but shrugged it off. “we can do the project in the living room” fuck. “here ill take you-“ “dont worry i remember where it is” he laughs “right…” you chuckled awkwardly

while doing the project you tried avoiding his gaze onto you but eventually you turned to look at him and smiled awkwardly before turning back to the laptop. he closes the laptop making you look at him “can we talk?” getting deja vu from his words reluctantly you agreed “im sorry for back then” he started, but not wanting to talk about it you interrupt him “no, no its fine-“ “let me finish.”

“i promised you something, forever and always but didn’t keep it very well. when i asked you out i made a commitment to forever take care of, understand, be there for, and love you. i admit i slacked really bad its no excuse but i was in a horrible mindset that you didnt need me anymore and i know i shouldve communicated but i was…ashamed” he chuckled “i promise you when walked out that door i went back and forth whether to come back in but in the end thought it was better for us to take a break, i dont know if you felt any better but i didnt. everything reminded me of you, hell i even had to move schools, you were always in my mind. i truly did mean forever and always. and absolutely im not forcing you, or trying to make you feel bad but i want you to know im sorry and i still love you.”

maybe it was forever and always.

P: JS : HOW YOU GET THE GIRL

and then you say I want you for worse or for better

commitment was a big thing jay lacked. you and jay have been seeing eachother for around 6 months as fuck buddies and even though you knew jay lacked commitment you fell for him, and he ended up catching feelings for you too. so there you were acting like his girlfriend as he acted like your boyfriend but if anyone asked, lord forbid they do. he’ll shut them down so fast. “are you and jay dating-“ “no.” “jay is this your girl-“ “no” it hurt yes, but you knew what you were getting yourself into. you knew him, you knew he wouldnt hurt you, those cheek kisses that he said were only special to you meant something right? that was until you saw jay holding hands and kissing another girl on campus. being nosy you asked around and when you finally got the answer your heart dropped.

girlfriend?

you were wrecked. was he just leading you on this entire time? and maybe it was impulsive but you wanted answers from him. knocking on his door in the rain he answered a bit shocked to see you. “were you just leading me on this entire time?” you asked. seeing him pause he looked down and chuckled “y/n we were just friends with benefits, you knew this.”. “why? why not me?” to your question he stayed silent not being able to answer. you know you shouldve been humble in the beginning but hearing it from his mouth made you break. backing down you walk away not bothering to say anything. and thats how it works thats how he lost the girl.

after you left, he stood there door open for at least 7 minutes disappointed with himself. he closed the door kicking his “friends” out and slowly walked upstairs. laying on his bed he stared at the ceiling wondering what he had done. he tried texting and calling you but you had already blocked his number. the next day at school he kept trying to look for you but failed to do so. he use to see you everyday where were you now? he caught a glimpse of you , as he was about to run to you a hand stopped him giving him $260. he put the money in his pocket rushing out a ‘thank you’ only to look up again and see you gone.

fuck him.

for the rest of the school year you avoided jay (mostly to not see his girlfriend:(after graduating you moved out of the area wanting a new start. but with this fresh start you couldnt let something go, jay. no guys were like him in the area, it was something about jay that made you happy, feel alive, feel like you. everyone else here was so bland, you just couldnt get his certain cheek kisses out of your head. so how did you end up scrolling through jays instagram looking at his post while noticing he kept his highlight and post of you which looked rather couple-y. looking at the date of the photos suprisingly it wasn’t too far ago, around half a year. turning off your phone you sigh looking at the window the rain was rather heavy, your thoughts were interrupted with a knock, well multiple.

confused you opened the door and saw a soaking wet jay. he was pale as a ghost, shaking, hair wet, clothes wet, nothing about this man was dry. “are you insane?!” you yell pulling him inside. running to the bathroom to get a towel to dry him in response he chuckled “its been a long six months.” “what?” “a long 6 months since i lost the girl” not following what he was saying he grabbed your wrist stopping you from drying his hair “its been a long six months since i lost you.”

“but your girl-“

cutting you off he spoke. “i dated her for money, that sounds horrible but she said she’ll pay me to date her for her reputation. during this time i was planning on asking you out but didn’t want you to doubt my intentions so i was trying to save up for this ring you told me you wanted but was too expensive, i couldnt fit work into my schedule either so fake dating her was the best option for me to ask you out. when you came to my door her friends were over at my house and as much as i wanted to explain to you my true intentions i knew i couldn’t get my part of the deal. now thinking about it i shouldnt even have made the deal with her but i was too afraid to tell you without something to prove it. but now i realize i never had to prove anything if my heart told me it belonged with you, i swear i was losing my mind when you asked me why not you.”

“jay i dont know…” you said shocked from his confession.

he held both of your hands and looked at you with a smile “you dont have to know anything but please remember that i want you for worse or for better, ill fix any part of your heart i broke, i would wait forever just to be with you.

i dont want you to go.”

laughing at his corniness you look at him “remind me how it use to be”

he laughed and kissed your cheek the same way he used to that brought warmth to you.

“say you want me”

“i want you.”

he said as he slid on the ring.

and thats it works, thats how you get the girl.

S:JY : BETTY

the worst thing that I ever did was what I did to you

you trusted jake. despite the rumors of his reputation you saw good in him. you didnt believe the rumors, you knew him, you knew he hated crowds, how he preferred to kiss in his car shining in the moonlight, dancing in the streetlight.

so when inez texted and told you she saw jake cheating on you with augustine and that you were just a bet to him. at first you didn’t believe inez was weren’t close to her and due to the fact jake knew you were envious of augustine. she was gorgeous, no flaws. you never wanted to doubt jake but you knew you needed reassurance. you texted jake if he can come over which he excitedly agreed. when he arrived to your house you opened the door and lead him to the garden outside, which was you and his spot. not knowing how to start you stayed quiet which scared him “babe…you okay?” he said breaking that silence

“were you cheating on me with augustine this summer?” i asked quietly not being able to look at him. he opened his mouth not being able to say anything. “y/n…” “i was just a bet?” you said tears welling up “i thought you were different then what everyone said. i thought you loved me,” you said letting the tears fall everything must have made sense now, he never brought you around his friends let alone shown affection around his friends. jake sat there not knowing what to say, he tried recalling what happened with augustine and how to tell you, how does he tell you that he feels nothing for her but was thinking about you all summer. but his mind was bashing all of those irrelevant memories with augustine just thinking about how maybe everyone was right. maybe he was just a heartless guy who couldn’t love anyone. “go fuck yourself jake.” you said breaking the sobs and silence. his heart broke at your words but he knew it he wouldn’t be able to explain himself anyway.

when the first day of school hit, jake didnt even realize he was walking to the route he use to take when he would walk with you making him pass your house. he didn’t realize what he was doing until his breathing felt heavy, his stomach was churning and his heart was pounding. his realization hits when he didnt see you walk out.

you werent his to walk anymore.

when he arrived at school he stayed in the hallways for as long as possible to try to see you but you were no where to be seen. no way, your homeroom was in this hallway…

did you change it?

as you sat in your new homeroom, inez was talking to you about your party you were hosting. tuning her out you couldnt help but think of jake. you remembered telling him how excited you were of hosting and how he was the first one invited. would he come?

like your thinking jake tuned out his homeroom teacher debating whether to go to your party, would you even want him

there? would you curse him out or let him finally explain?

the night of the party people came in making small talk with you before enjoying the party. dispite the people in the party including his friends, you couldn’t help but look for a certain person. despite your mind telling you no. just as you were about to turn around and give up, you heard a knock. there he was. holding a bouquet of your favorite flowers with sweat dripping from his face “please let me explain…” you nodded and lead him to the garden hiding from the party.

“i never wanted to hurt you. you were the first person who showed me that love isnt just a game. i promise you, i never cheated on you with augustine. i was walking to the store to get snacks for you and thats when she stopped me. asking me to accompany her to the store since she didn’t want to be alone. i thought since we were both going to the store might as well. and im guessing thats what inez saw, and i know i dismissed your insecurities about augustine but i wasn’t thinking, i was thinking of you. i only have been thinking ever since we gotten together. im dumb for you y/n. i cant even do my homework without thinking of you. i wrote your name in my homework answers. i dont know anything about myself, life or anything. but i know i miss you. the worst thing ive ever done in my life was hurt you, i dont want to do anyone or anything but i do want to make it up to you. i may not be deserving of love but i just wanted to clear this up so you dont think you aren’t deserving of love.”

“but if i can ask, why did you believe the rumors?”

“i thought you were ashamed of me” you chuckled embarrassed

“ashamed?” he held your hand and brought you to his friends “i shouldve done this sooner, but i want to introduce you guys to my beautiful girlfriend” he said kissing your cheek

sitting there absorbing his words you can’t help but smile, maybe you werent betty.

P:SH : MINE

braced myself for the goodbye

you met sunghoon while ice skating, you two were set as partners for future competitions although it took a bit for him to step out of his shell, one secret he’ll never tell you is that he opened up more quickly to you then any other person he had met before. not to mention how well you two worked together. you two were a open book besides one thing. even though you had met his parents he has never met your parents before let alone seen them. you briefly told him there was just family issues which he got the hint that you didnt feel like talking about it.

about 2 years into you and sunghoons ice skating career together he asked you out. hesitantly you agreed. one day late night at practice he decided to bite the bullet and ask you why he had never seen your parents. sitting on the ice you sit next to him as he looked up at you “my dad cheated on my mom a while ago but theyre still together, but they still fight almost everyday” you open up. he put his arm around your shoulder “we’ll never make your parents mistakes” he said kissing your temple.

throughout you and sunghoons relationship you started to believe in love. that imagine you painted by your parents of love growing up faded to you and sunghoon. so here you two were at his house way past your curfew. “heres your charger and clothes” he said pulling out your stuff from his drawer dedicated for you. “hoon, i dont know about this” he looked up at you with comfort “i promise we’ll be fine, live a bit hm?” he said teasingly. he sure knows how to make a rebel of a careless mans careful daughter.

he took you the han river, sitting down watching the light of the buildings reflect on the river water. my eyes grew wide in awe. he put his arm around me and smiled looking at me. “thank you for taking me here hoon.”

everything was fine, why did she have to come along? is what you were thinking as you watched sunghoon skate with a new trainee. your mom had enough of your dad, and decided to leave taking you with her. but the whole reason your skating was funded was because of your dad leading sunghoon to have to change partners. see this would be fine if you didnt forget once a skater gets a partner their life revolves around that partner. sunghoon started texting you less, hanging out with you less, making you doubt. were we just like my parents?

you had enough after a week of sunghoon not texting you. it was 2:30 am, you tossed and turned not beingg able to sleep you knew sunghoon was at practice. although he stopped sharing his location with you he wouldnt cheat on skating. making your way to the rink, you walked in to sunghoons new partner get awfully close to his face off ice. he looked up and saw you before anything happened. he knew what this looked like and he knew damn well you did too. your eyes glossed and you just ran for it out the rink. maybe late night thoughts werent worth living.

sunghoon never took off his skates and put on his shoes quickly as he pushed his partner off him. he knew his skating partner was serious but his long term partner was more important. he knew he couldn’t lose you not like this. he made you believe in love he wasnt gonna let his mistake ruin your happiness. you are the best thing thats ever been his and he wasnt going to let it go.

he managed to catch up to you and grabbed your wrist. he turned you around and saw your tear stained cheeks, he swear his heart stopped. the told himself that he was never going to let you see love the same way you saw your parents. “just do it.” you said choking on your sob. his eyes widden and he held you shaking his head “never will i leave you. not alone.”

“i remember how i felt sitting by the water. i saw you start to believe in love. you are the first person i felt a true connection with wnd everytime i look at you its like the first time. i fell in love with a careless mans careful daughter.

you are the best thing thats ever been mine.”

[lime1991]

hold on i have to recraft my trolls age hc... i just learned there was a brozone website and on said site we have:

January 2nd 1999 is, maybe, Branch's birthday? And instead of being like "awesome im a big brother" Floyd just goes "thank god im not the baby anymore" after hes born.

Baby Branch's oldest message is this:

February 26th 1999. He's over a month old at this point, but the phrasing of "tonight's show" leads me to believe he was part of the band from literal birth (also why Floyd's first reaction to his birth is "thank you for saving me") and therefore this isnt his first show.

The last logins for all of the brothers is March 11th 1999

And just a day before, according to John Dory, new merch dropped

Soooo i think its safe to say around March 11th 1999 is when the band broke up after their ruined performance, which makes sense that it was also the last time any of them logged into the website. (though i think it would be sad and sweet if it showed branch had logged into it sometime recently but whatever)

So that brings me back around to the age thing.

The trollspedia page states Poppy is around 21-23, and I agree and am more inclined towards 22-23 personally. Seeing as Branch was born in January 1999, he'd be 24 in 2023. But the only thing that confuses me a little is Branch saying its been 20 years since the band broke up:

For 1999 to be 20 years ago, that would mean the movie takes place in 2019. And... honestly that's not too far off from 2023 so i don't mind that being the case, its always vague about what year its meant to be, a lot of animated movies are like this. Also i wanna bring up that the song Bridget and Poppy sing in the beginning (Good As Hell by Lizzo) came out in 2019, SO... its not impossible that the movie is meant to take place in 2019.

SO... with this all in mind... my new theory/headcanon:

As of 2019...

John Dory - 39 Bruce - 38 Clay - 33 Floyd - 28 Branch - 20

And as of 1999...

John Dory - 19 Spruce - 18 Clay - 13 Floyd - 8 Branch - 2 months

ALSO lets not forget the fact that troll age stages are different from humans', a 2 month old is singing and dancing in a boyband. They tend to mature past their actual age really quickly.

(i know these are country trolls, but the idea is still there. as soon as they pop out the egg, trolls are basically toddlers)

And I've tried to keep my theory compliant with what the wikia says (like how Clay's 1999 self is referred to as a teenager, therefore i made him 13) because i believe theyre mostly right. however. i also believe the movie takes place in 2019, not 2023. even if that wasnt the intention of dreamworks, they wrote in the script that its been 20 years since 1999... that can literally only be 2019 lol.

But if we want to imagine it takes place in 2023, heres age hcs for that too:

John Dory - 43 Bruce - 42 Clay - 37 Floyd - 32 Branch - 24

Btw this means, in my hc, Poppy is 19 in 2019 and 23 in 2023, as is implied in the wiki. Which makes sense to me, because Branch is obviously older than her by at least a year. With my hc that Bruce and JD are only a year apart (again, in compliance with the wikia that claims JD was a teenager in 1999 and therefore not 20 like i want him to be. and making the "heart throb" not a minor bc thats weird to me) the moment where Poppy calls JD the "old one" but later fawns over Bruce is made extra funny when the two of them are so close in age.

But i want to say for the millionth time so nobody gets confused bc of all these numbers: I THINK BAND TOGETHER TAKES PLACE IN 2019!!! not 2023. And don't even ask about how the first movie truly fits into this, I DONT KNOW, they definitely did not fully think through a trilogy in 2016. Some things are just a product of when they came out and thats ok.

[ivanzplaid]

I loved the hcs of the white death and the trans reader you posted. Do you have any more relationship or general hc about him? Please and thank you :)

hi!!! yes of course of course! im glad you liked them, im absolutley in love with this man so id be happy to deliver, thank you sm🫶🫶 ill do general & dating hcs :)

requests are open, masterlist is up!!

White Death x Gn Reader Hcs!

Warnings: Mentions of Violence/Murder, Possessiveness, Slight Stalking Mention, Fluff!

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General Headcanons

he can use a phone to the extent of texting, calling, and emails, anything else is behind this mans needs and abilities

he has reading glasses.

since taking over the criminal business, hes VERY weary of his workers, always has walls up around them, even if theyve always been loyal, but we're shown of how fast & strong he is, so i assume he scares them to stay loyal to him

absolutely cherishes his clothing, if you splatter blood on it, or spill something, its another mark in his mind to kill you

doesnt drink/smoke excessively, he needs to be alert, but also doesnt have a taste for too much, he doesnt indulge in it as he follows a lot of old sayings ( exp. take control of your fate, or it will take control of you )

however, if he did get drunk, he would be a sad or loud drunk, expressing his depressing thoughts he never says sober, or lets himself go to have a good time

he has a weapon on him 24/7, sleeping? gun. date night? gun. business meeting? gun

he has nice hair, washes it frequently but is tainted with the smell of blood, or smells like mens hairwash

never experienced a true childhood, the goal of taking over the criminal empire consumed him, and while successful theres a part of him missing thst he doesnt see

slightly eccentric man, he has fun in his own way thats torture to everyone else

i need to talk to somebody about the way he plays roulette and how he spins the chamber if his gun bro, that is so fine, he displays confidence and precision in his kills while putting out a distinguished demeanor that scares the people

not afraid of death, we can see this when he plays roulette fairly, and from the many assassination attempts, he isnt accepting of death to himself, but hes not afraid to play around a bit before mass murder

bribes a lot of officials, or simply blackmails/kills them he is in charge and the law is never a concern

never sleeps entirely well at night, either he always has some enegy left iver thst he cant fall asleep till one in the morning, or his work keeps him up until then

has quite a few hobbies besides ones that are strength/durability training, as mentioned before, slight cooking, some type of arts, some reading here and there, has some type of little sand zen garden in his house

he has a large house, not only to flaunt himself shallowly, but the larger spaces and rooms make it harder for assassins who broke in to find him before he wakes up/his guards get him

has some patience to him, not if you owe him money or anything else, but in other aspects he has a certain patience to him

never been thoroughly injured, never gone to the hospital which is another fear tactic he uses against his enemies

he is a master manipulator, undoubtedly smart & quick on his feet

house is mildly decorated, never loved having 'clutter' but it being bare wasnt preferred

quick tempered on the wrong subjects, but likes to draw things out and see his victims in pain, begging for their life before killed

he loves a painful death

he justifies his torture in his own crude ways, as seen in the movie when speaking about the woman who owed him money

if youd like more im all here for it, but heres some for now🫶

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General Datings Hcs

he loves you till the end, and even then he doesnt let up, its rare that he find a true honest love, and once he finds you, hes determined to have you

great man who can express his love through actions, words, and thoughts, he checks all boxes

petnames include; Darling, Love, Divine, Sweetness

all very classic yet sophisticated, he gives you the best because in his eyes you are the best

as mentioned previously, he is very protective of you, to the point where he may even suggest you quit your job, and that he can financially provide much more than enough because of how anxious he is hed lose you

internal fear of abandonment by you, but he refuses to acknowledge it, burried far far inside him

sentimental & meaningful boyfriend, his kisses he distributes to you are elegant, the way he holds you is graceful, the feeling of you in his hands gives him a soften look on his face, letting up his vulnerability

if you ever somehow got hurt, hes tracking the person down and envisioning their death, no harm against you would be justified in his eyes

he cherishes quality time, going out to shop with him, going out to dinner, spending an evening enjoying the movies or leaving the day in his arms on a couch? he thinks its adorable, yet will agree nonchalantly as thats just him

will take your hand and kiss it while keeping eye contact

the type of boyfriend to either give you his coat, or open it so you can go in next to him, and then he'll pull it around you to pull you closer

he is always on edge about your safety, so if theres a chance you feel a pair of eyes on you, you could find him not to far away, supervising you on days he feels uneasy

spending time in bed together is calm and easy, he has an arm wrapped around you while you two have a moment to talk about anything snd everything, this is usually where times get mire vulnerable, so treading lightly is advised

if you get new outfits, he full expects you to show him them, he wants to see just how gorgeous his love looks

he is a busy man, with a business to keep up with, yet he has a surprisingly good amount of time to himself, he is a strategized thinker whos amazing at problem solving, keeping you always in mind

very thorough about his security, if he could keep a wallet hed have a picture of you in it, but he doesnt want to endanger either of you, so he keeps a picture of you with him in his clutches to always have it safe and with him

lets it be known that youre well protected, he keeps your image sacred and lets his attempted killers know hes not afraid to destroy and kill everything in his path for you

at night hes more than fond of running his hands through your hair/feeling your hair, he admires its styles/texture as you sleep peacefully under his watch

when he plans dates theyre going to be intimate, between you and him, he can sell out any restaurant hed like just for you

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i loved this & i always have more, and if you have any more thoughts about white death feel free to submit <3

requests r open, masterlist is up!

[noctilionoidea]

Monster High Gen 3 movie review

I YOHOHOED IT. FOUND THE LINK but I’m not gonna link it here unless asked. I don’t support the director but I did want to watch it since there’s a lot of hate, which makes me want to give it a chance at the least for the actors. This is just my personal opinion, as an og fan since the age of 5 when I found Draculaura at target. This series is part of what inspired me as a goth. But since this is for the children of today, I want to view it with neither a positive of negative bias. Anyways, I’m just a kid with opinions that you can disagree with.

no matter the quality, it is a reboot. When I was little I saw my little pony turn the femme fashionista Rainbow Dash I knew into the jock we know today. I was only pissy for a week because I didn’t find them to even slightly the same character. I still don’t, even after I became a fan and eventually grew out of it (not that I think I’m too old, I’m just not a huge mlp fan anymore). Reboots often turn characters unrecognizable for better or worse. It’s a normal result. If your pissed about that beyond “we were asking for a gen 1 revival and don’t trust Mattel saw a corporation” I suggest you go mountain hiking or something. Anything to get your mind off it because you are clearly in need of it.

main takeaway; I don’t hate it.

it reminds me of the boy who cried werewolf, another Nickelodeon Halloween movie that, like the og monster high, i grew up on. The musical numbers are okay. They’re pop songs which aren’t my taste, but they aren’t horrific and “out of the dark” or whatever its called, is pretty good. The background music is reminiscent of old 90s Halloween movies.

THE COSTUMING ISNT AS SHIT AS EVERYONE SAYS IT IS. Seriously, if you see a highschooler you know they dress like shit. Heck, I am that highschooler half the time. Even in full goth attire I’m limited, I’m seventeen and not allowed to wear fishnets. fishnets! They don’t look horrid, just slightly cheap.

here’s some things I dislike

clawdeen and Deuce have a half assed romance. We all knew this, but like, they don’t even commit to it anyways, and cleo (who he broke up with pre movie) still has better chemistry with both of them. I feel people make too big a deal of lesbian clawdeen (she’s had male love interests, it’s simply a headcanon beloved by the creator as well. That being said she does have in g1 tons of lesbian coding so it’s still a slap in the face).

it opens with clawdeen in a skate park, but has absolutely no reason to be like that. Was it to make her relatable? By pulling “sick skateboard moves dawg” or something? It’s not a new character trait either, never comes up again. She could’ve been going for a walk or run and it would’ve hit the same notes.

Clawdeen has no personality. It’s been stripped of her to make her relatable and failed miserably. I can’t name an interest or anything.

draculaura has a personality, but with making her pure goth (a decision I actually love as she was originally a Victorian goth) they’ve taken away her bubbliness. She’s not horrid, but it’s sad, because it was an opportunity to have a bubbly goth vampire witch.

Komos is named for a Greek Satyr but is meant to be a Minotaur “Hyde monster” hybrid?? As someone familiar with Komos, boy satyr in the retinue of his father the god Dionysos, there were… so many better possibilities.

Hyde is not an active part of the movie, but he’s got a huge influence. Hyde is intended to be a monster, with Jekyll as his human half. As a fan of the strange case of doctor Jekyll and mister Hyde, it’s not the worst representation of the character, as they seem to be one and not another boring split personality, but! Hyde is clearly meant to be perceived mainly as a monster, but in the novella he’s mainly a chemical induced transformation that results in Jekyll being… a horrid dumbass. Hyde is also depicted as muscular despite his real description being of a young and hairy scrawny short man. As a Jekyll/Hyde kinnie (jk) I do not like how my trash goblin doctor gets portrayed and am taking it out on this.

ghoulia speaks English. I’m ready to punt whoever did that. Like she’s kinda charming but just… it was always important that she seems to be foreign language or nonverbal, you know?

monsters that were marketed as more prevailing were just there or background characters. It’s just really clickbait-y.

that being said

I liked witch Draculaura. She’s cute in a different way than Draculaura. Dracula puts pressure on her to be the best vampire ever (though never spoken), and hates human magic, which is witchcraft. And yeah, that makes sense as witchcraft is historically a thing of humans in close relation to the supernatural and or divine. Vampires and witches canoncially have an ongoing war between them, it’s a miracle he allows her to practice in the end. She’s socially isolated and cold in part because not only does she fail to live up to her father’s expectations academically, but also indulges in activities he hates. And her other outfits look significantly better than than the promotional image thank god.

Clawdeen has a very sweet relationship with her father, which keeps her from turning into a full monster when given the chance, because he’s important to her and she doesn’t want to erase his side of her. He’s scared for her but allows her to go to monster high because it’s what she needs. They have such a good relationship and it’s nice to see.

Cleo simply seemed to go through the old “mean girl to friend” in the same way she did originally. She’s done pretty well in general. She trained under the magic god Heka while alive, and she does her best to help in the climax, getting over her biases.

Lagoona is Cleo’s bestie here, but she’s not done wrong whatsoever. She’s there to defend Cleo when she thinks that deuce has left her emotionally hurt and shows worry and compassion in her few scenes, in which she is never the focus… that’s not great but. She also has an accent still, just not Australian. So she doesn’t get to have that moment where she says-

Frankie is literally. The greatest. They’re the absolute highlight in my opinion. I feel they still embody the Frankie from the other versions, but with new aspects. They’re made of famous people in both mind and body (freida Kahlo’s hands, Shakespeare’s liver, the heart of some farmer, etc.) they have a bunch of knowledge but are socially unaware of how to interact. They’re autism coded!! It makes me happy! I too, am autistic!!! They also have the best jokes and it’s totally worth pirating to watch, just for them💖. You just know that if Og Frankie met them, she’d immediately get along with them.

Abby and holt play football with a foot in one scene. And then talk about eating it. There’s a lot of cannibalism jokes, but the football one was funny (Frankie again, is a huge reason why).

It’s not great. It’s very flawed. One might say it’s bad. But whatever kid who watches this, is probably able to enjoy it. I did, in spite of it being so unrecognizable from the series of my childhood. I hope the show will be better though. (I also hope holt’s adopted there)

I don’t think it’s worth ALL the hate it gets. It’s not brilliant, but if you’re not supporting the dickwad director I think it’s worth killing time for.

[ktpetty]

Just sitting at home

Hey whattup. I am sitting in my living room. I am listening to early 2000s nostalgia music because it gives me a wholesome feeling. Its strange to think that I am here sitting in my own apartment at 23 years old. I feel so old but also I still feel young. Like I have less years but also more at the same time. It doesn't make any sense to me. I can think of a time when i was younger and I watched the movies with the girls that lived in their own places, had stable jobs, were broke, and fell in love. Oh how I wanted to be like them in those movies. Those girls were so imperfect (most of the time) but also they were perfect in another way. They seemed happy and out in the world. It looked exciting to be an adult and earn your own keep and to be in love. I really want that kind of life where I wake up happy and excited. I am getting closer and closer to that each day and it feels like my script is being written up and ready for the big screen. Here I am the star of the show (well kind of). I am writing to the invisible audience I have made up in my head exploiting my life into the world. Wait there's one more thing about those movies... Those girls always have a random side pet. You know, the one that is always there to listen to her talk to the void. Well I have one and his name is Roo. No not like Rue from the Hunger Games, but Roo from Winnie the Pooh. Almost everyone is like "Rue from Hunger games?!" and its just like no bro... no. Roo is an icon though. He went missing for two whole years and still came back. Isnt that like so cool? I wonder if he knows how stellar that is. He is honestly so much cooler than me, but i am not going to complain. It makes me think about how people don't really cling to me, but madison would disagree. She always says I'm a people person and I can make friends but I disagree. People don't like me and they always start off not liking me, but then after awhile it seems like they begin to warm up to me. Am I that intense? Its strange to me. I will never understand this perplexing phenomenon. I love my core group of friends and the in between people. I love how everyone in my life points me to the good things and they are leading me into a good direction. No one really knows this but I struggle with the thought of losing captivity of my mind. Being an adult has changed my reasoning and thought process which makes me a more irritated and critical person. I know that for a fact that in my core I am not as grumpy as I want to be. Anywho this is a bunch of mumbo jumbo and I am not really making sense right now. Like I went into writing this with no thought in my brain. I just wanted to get my thoughts out. It feels good to just sit here, in my living room, next to my cat, writing about my thoughts while listening to sweet nostalgia. I am blessed and I feel guided well- gotta keep trusting the process and the goodness of life.

[isekaisyouwithmyforearmlaser]

god im so fucking sick of people telling me theyre so proud of me for taking in my little sister like this is fucking easy in comparison to everything like the moment i tell them it isnt hard for me cause i used to be a full time nanny they go "well still at your age its different" like yeah and it was different when i used to give my mom baths when she came home completely shitfaced when i was 10 but you didnt see me fucking feel bad for myself or anyone tell me how proud they are of me even my mom ignored it and didnt acknowledge the factg that i took care of her more than she ever raised me LAST FUCKING WEEK but i cant be annoyed i just have to smile and go thank you im so young and naive and then they give me unsolictied advice and tell me im so strong like holy fuck die die die die and i feel so bad because this week ive been so fucked cause of work and my little sister is gone from her friends and i got enough money to pay 10 dollars for tickets to see this movie she wanted to see cause she lost her childhood dog yesterday (and i know its probably dead but when she asks me i say god is with it and keeping him safe) and i thought here i can cheer her up and then my car got stuck and then i was sitting there for an hour trying to dig it out and some guy comes up and tries to help and then he just goes well its stuck good and i start freaking out and he says that its not a big deal and i need to calm down andd i nearly fucking went nuts on him i just told him to fuck off that he doesnt know me i didnt ask to raise a child right now i had plans and dreams and i cant even fucking be mad theyre all being ruined because its not like i had the willpower and discipline to really see them through anyways and im just so fucking mad right now and i feel like ive been so mad ive just been hiding it and im so fucking mad at everyone i know and im mad at myself now my mom only calls me when shes asking for money and all my friends say you cant blame yourself about the hospitalization like you were going to kill yourself and its like no matter what i do i wasnt good enough for my little sister because now we are broke as fuck and all my friends are throwing a fucking pity party for me that makes me want to kms cause the only way i know how to feel useful (which up until this point i felt very useful because i was the sole provider for my family) is by giving money and the moment i gave a shit about my self my entire family got evicted and everyone in my life just turned the other way. MY BROTHER who fucking molested me just ignores me when i beg him to help not for me (hes never given a shit about me ive always just been some cum rag to him) but for our siblings but he ignored me and his fucking wife has the balls to like my family photos on xmas with me and my papaw and my little sister fuck them fuck them all fuck everyone i know what a bunch of assholes. everything i do now is for her. and everyone keeps trying to convince me to take my sister away from my mom.

theyd sooner traumatize my sister more than try to actually help my family. im so fucking sad and i cant even donate my plasma just to make ends meet because i have fucking PTSD AND IM TRANS and they have to get signed off otherwise what?? i might contaminate their fucking plasma ppool with my peepee genes??

and im this close to just doing sex work to get by im so fucking mad and i dont want to ask for help i just want to do things right and none of this is fucking fair but its even less fair for ema cause she tries so hard to be happy buut i know shes so sad. and i was so overwhelemed and freaking out i had a tantrum because things didnt go according to plan and that guy just stared at me and left and i realized im always going to be alone like this but the least i can do is do something for her and i cant even do that and i was so mad i couldnt hug her and i felt bad but i just needed alone time but now shes alone and i dont know what to do because i just need to be alone but i cant have her be sad and she just wanted to see this movie and they wont refund me and im so fucking mad and god. god is the only one even here for me. everyone else left cause i got "too much" from drinking or i was "tgoo mean" or i just act weird or i am too distant or im too needy and honestly i dont think i care about anyone anymore. im so fucking empty and im so fucked up that the only people i can get off to are people who look like my brother and i fucking hate him. and i want to tell him soo bad that i remember everything. i remember when he used to kiss me when i was asleep in highschool cause i wasnt sleeping i was just too scared to move. and i remember when he left for 5 years i thought it was my fault for not taking the hint and letting him have something romantic with me wit hmy fucking brother. and now i cant have a normal realtionship without having panic attacks in bed and freezing up and dissassociating and everyone thinks its so funny because i havent had sex and its like bro who the fuck would want to after that. god i fucking hate everyone right now

[quintonxwebber]

excuse me did you see CASEY DEIDRICK  around palmwood studios? oh no, that was QUINTON WEBBER, the 34 year old actor who plays SHOW CHARACTER EDWARD FLITZ on Beautiful Small Untruthers. yeah, you know rumour has it he/she's - TREACHREOUS,  and -MANIPULATIVE , but his fans all say she’s + CHARISMATIC, and + EASY GOING. around palmwood studios he/she’s known as THE THE TALISMAN. ( CISMALE, HE/HIM )

tw:drugs/death/abuse/adoption

FAMILY LIFE

quinton’s family life wasn’t anything to brag about. he grew up in a pretty poor part of town with a father who was addicted to drugs. a mother who passed away due to drugs. once his mother passed away his father had gotten heavier into drugs and once he went down that rabbit hole he had became abusive towards quinton. it wasnt until q was in third grade when his teacher had asked a few questions that lead to children services. q had went into foster care for a few years before his father’s rights were terminated. quinton was given a shot at a good life when he had gotten adopted by a famous couple. q went from having nothing to having the world. with the significant change in his lifestyle as he grew older he grew into a big spoiled asshole. his parents paved his acting career and when he was younger he had played in cute little teen shows. however the older he had gotten older he didnt grow out of it when he got casted in the beautiful small untruthers as Mr. Flitz.  

PERSONILTY

quinton is a the type of guy who can fit into any situation. he has zero issues making friends and talking to people. he is a really flirty man by nature. most of the time he doesnt even realize that he is flirting which gets him in a lot of trouble when he is in a relationship. at times his temper can cause him a lot of issues and it is nothing for him to be seen by the news media showing out and acting a complete fool especially when he drinks. q is very materialistic and only likes the best of things in his life.

RELATIONSHIPS

he typically struggles with keeping relationships because he isnt always the most honest and loyal man. however it isnt very hard for him to get into relationships seeing how flirtatious and charming.

CONNECTIONS: *if you want something not on here pls let me know these are just a few on my mind*

OPEN:

And now we lie awake, making beautiful mistakes: the girl that q keeps cheating with when he is in a relationship. the two have NEVER been more than just that however they do care for one another but it always seem to be a secret hookup (that they deny to everyone yet it still gets outted to the world)

I can’t let you be next to me: ex that broke his heart, any time he is around them he is just shady/salty. this can be worked on together. this is more like the could have been .

But is that a good thing? ‘Cause girl, I can’t be your man: booooty call. the two just typically call each other when they are lonely and just want a rebound or to just have a quick hook up. nothing more nothing less.

Hah, best friend, you the baddest and you know it: long term best friends

I got enemies, got a lot of enemies: These two just dont like each other. could be co workers, could have worked on a movie/tv show together before and just dont click. anytime the two are around each other just constantly arguing and bitching at one another making those around them miserable..

TAKEN:

Got me looking so crazy in love: an on again off again *toxic* relationship. the two are constantly in the media for the craziness that goes on in their relationship be in q cheating or the two publicly fighting outside a restaurant or bar. the two will break up only to get back together and then break up again. it is a circle that doesnt seem to break. grace

From the plane to the fuckin’ helicopter: party buddies, if there is going to be a big party or some kind of gathering where q is going to get shitty this is going to be the person that is going to be with him usually 90 percent of the time cam

[dipdieddreams]

The thing is. I know what I want. I've always known. And it burns inside me so hot that I don't know what to do with it.

What I don't know is how to get it or how to make other people give it to me.

And I recognise that I cannot make anyone do anything but if I were just to let everything go and never do a single self help or life improvement thing or subliminal ever again I don't know what the fuck I'd do.

The thing is. Inside me are two perceptions of self battling it out like a motherfucker.

On the one side - I am brilliant, creative, intelligent, beautiful, kind, compassionate, I contain so much raw power and passion, I'm not afraid.

One the other side - I am that person who is always left out, who always has to chase because no-one would ever pick her, no-one loves her enough to change her life, no-one cares about her enough to give her a job, the things she likes are things everyone likes, she isnt' a horrible person just nothing about her is desirable or good, she is harsh and brutal and intolerant, she is naive and knows fuck all about the world and life, she will only ever get what she does not what and she better be happy with it and grateful for it, she is not meant to have anything she wants because her choices are irrlevant or not good for her. She needs to follow the path others say she is meant for, like the people who like her even if she can't stand them. She needs to admit that on the scale she's just a mediocre human being and all she can ever hope for is a mediocre life and she better be happy and grateful for that , that we're tolerating her extraodinary mess on top of her absolute lack of traits that anyone would value.

And I know which one has to win, and I used to be scared that no 2 was the truth but it's not and it never has been. (Other than the bit about me being intolerant and judgemental that's true).

And every day I have to wake up and say no, no I am worth something, I deserve to get what I want and need, no I am not an unforgivable reprehensible human who everyone should hate and fear and reject. And it's not even that I mean 'a bad person' it's just that I feel that there are big parts of me that I can't change that are not valuable to other people and that I am forever barred from having what i want and need because i don't possess these things that everyone else has. Or I possess too many of the wrong things.

And the thing is that all of this came from my mum. And I live with her and I'm uncovering it all and it's fucking hard to live with her knowing how badly she rejected me, how fucked she made my perception of myself, and how I've killed myself trying to turn myself into some perfect human being to overcome my defective personality because she decided it was defective.

And now, as an adult, I'm having to retrain my subconsious to see myself as valuable, to see all of the things I was told were bad as good because I can't change them. they are me. Deep down I will always want to be in the movies, to make them, I will always want to be a writer, I will always be attracted to incredibly attractive, accomplished men who are way out of my league for now.

And it's a really hard mission to set myself. Especially without self abuse.

And I have to do it all before I go broke. I have to find another job. I have to move out and no i don't want a fucking coffee job or a waitress or a bar job. I want MY job, working in film, I want a living wage. I want my £2000 a month.

But the thing is I can want it all I want and take action for it all I want but if my subconious is hell bent on seeing myself as unworthy, as a fat little book worm who can't talk to people who no-one would ever want as a friend because what in the absolute fuck do I bring to a friendship beyond superiority and a lack of funds and just generally bringing everyone down.

Like my subconsious seems to think it's impossible that anyone could possibly want me for who I am and that is just not going to cut it any more. And it's really hard to see myself as a warm loving person when all I feel right now is anger for being told I was a defective human being and a super young age and not having the self awareness to get the FUCK out of there much sooner.

I have lost 6 years to fucking abuse and that is putting it nicely. I have spent so much time uncovering my toxic stories about myself and I'm unwravelling them all. But this. this. To realise i basically see myself as un worthy of having everything in life? My own job. My own car? My own everything because I am just that person who never wins, who has nothing to offer anyone???

It's like what the fuck am I meant to do with all that? Like it's not as painful because I'm aware it's bullshit.

But like imagine you never felt like you were going to get anything? That you were not valuable in anyway. That who you were was fundamentally wrong and if you weren't perfect you couldn't earn your way to having everything you wanted.

And I just feel stuck in all this because fundamentally I was taught that I would never recieve anything in life, I was never valuable enough to receive anything in life unless I worked inhumanly hard for it.

So I'm stuck between what I want and who I want to be and the world I want to live in and what I feel to be true for me. As if the rules are written specifically for me - the person with - like I wish it was that I felt I was a bad person that would be easier. It's just more like I feel like I was just given all the traits that people don't like along with a burning desire to live an extraorinary life - and you can't live a good life if people don't like you so now I'm in a mess and I don't know which way is up or what the living fuck to do about it all.

[richardsphere]

Leverage Redemption Log: The Mastermind Job

So... a Nate episode without Nate (im fairly certain that, between the pharma pricegouger and episode 1, this is our third Nate Episode) dealing with his legacy. Maybe maybe we'll actually steal that cure for Sam's sickness he lied about in the Long Goodbye?

--- So some d-bag is stealing all Leverages heists and making a schlocky movie script of it? (also Sophie wasnt in that heist, if this is meant to be the first heist but that is either a plotpoint of the Writer not having his stuff right, or an "actor too busy" issue) D-bag is standing in a warehouse with various relics (anubis head amongst them), "this is exactly what i need". My prediction: He's smuggling stolen goods, and is gonna pass off his stolen goods as props for a movie he's making to get them across country borders. --- Its an aniversary for Sophie, (unknown as of yet if its birthday, wedding to Nate or if its been a whole year already and its a death-iversary). Elliot is annoyed that he's getting shorted in the book version of their cons and heists. Parker is annoyed it gives her credit (understandable, she's pragmatic and understands that anonymity is a thieves greatest asset, being "legendary" is justifiably an insult in her mind) Ok, so someone is trying to take credit for the team, first guess would be Dubenich but he's sort of at the bottom of a cliff.

Sophie isnt in the book (which means the version of the heist where she was substituting Hardison is now a DOUBLE plothole) Its a "wedding aniversary. (was the most likely but i didnt want to stake a bet) Its a "first time insurance-frauding"-versary. --- Debriefing time. Guy doesnt exist legally, he's probably a corporate construct of a corporate construct.

So we have our FakeNate, (he looks... unimpressive), Guy doesnt even know his own stories, i'm gonna say "paid actor, bodydouble and/or patsy".

I like plan B. (turns out, Im wrong about parkers dislike. She thinks a reputation makes things too easy, its not about pragmatism its about spoiling the chase) I like that we're conning him by simply stating the blatantly obvious about how deep of a shithole he's dug for himself. --- Harry coming in as the "hero" of our story. And narcotic darts. Actually Breanna, the specific politics of the country might be relevant. --- Ok King "even I am sick of how many titles i have" wants him to steal a jewel from his ex-wife.

Oh nice, mastermind has enough human decency (and just little enough brain) to make things worse for Harry.

Ok so he's an accountant from Nate's old job and he (presumably) is trying to ensure that Nate's legacy is remembered in his own dumb way. Nope he's doing a messed up vicarious escapism thing instead, (darn and here i was hoping we were getting a likeable mark again)

--- So Harry is back to being tied up, but he has a taser. (Parkers favourite at that)

So obviously the accountants boredom powers are gonna be key to solving this. (never underestimate the power of boring competence,) Also the "wrong form" is definitly intentional, she's betting on it vanishing soon because she knows her ex-husband is gonna try and steal it. (its definitly a fake, she knows that it'll be stolen by her ex and even if IYS finds out that the display model is a fake... she'll claim its a distraction because she knows Zafir is coming to steal it so why leave the real one out when she can just put it in a safe.)

Sophie is confronting the accountant about the whole "did Nate never mention me" thing. --- Harry coming in with the "unionise the guards" scheme yet again by reminding the armed militia goons that the king is broke until he steals the jewel in an attempt to divide and conquer. (note, i dont think this is a good plan. Because it is only gonna make them shoot up the museum and steal the scarab by force... sure it'll prevent the king from overthrowing the democracy but its not ideal) Parker has baloons and is casing the jewels. (note: Baloons=helium, they are going to be used to keep the presure equal or something) --- Elliot going in for the Seduction Play. Oh bodyguard romance... classic, someone's been learning to cover Sophie's position in the inbetween. Unfortunaly, even a critical success can have its complications and Elliots orders to "put as many nobles in 1 room with you so your Ex doesnt Uzi you cause he needs the legitimacy the other nobles can provide him" means that the duchess of Hanover is being locked in that same room with him. (its gonna be up to John Utterson to save the day) --- Harry is getting the militia a nice retirement fund. (paid from the kings Swiss Bank account)

And the penny has dropped for the accountant. the accountant walks like a cartoon. Speaking of cartoons, Parkers helium voice. And the accountant is back to being kidnapped by Former-King Zafir the soon-to-find-out-he-is-in-fact-quite-goonless. --- At this point i feel the need to ask a question: Who is dumber. The accountant who decided to pretend he's Nate. Or Zafir, who thinks he's dealing with Nate Ford and decided to seek out leverage of his own free will despite being, well an autocratic dictator who intends to commit a bunch of warcrimes. --- Ok so the accountant isjoining the international branch as sort of a "Harry understudy". never thought i'd see a guy named Milton in a tv show without it being a Paradise Lost reference.

[sajaffery]

..3....

there has to be a better title availible then that? I have to continue the series I suppose but i’m not officially blocked anymore. i dont think i am. i’m writing everyday, its shit, but its still writing. so im not a blocked writer anymore I’m just a shit writer now. its still progress if you ask me, eventually i’ll progress to being a mediocre writer and then i’ll die. because everyone dies and because the next step up is a good writer and to predict myself becoming a great writer would be immodest and i’m nothing if not modest. i broke another rule didnt i. i promised to write one of these everyday and i havent. this is my first...post (yech) in a week nearly. maybe two weeks. I cant remember now, i would have to go back to the old posts and then i would have broken two rules. technically the first one isnt a rule. it was a promise I guess. a mission statement if you think i’m a ponce, which you probably do, but if you do then you wont have reached this part yet, you would have clicked onto something else by now, in which case fuck you (dont worry its only there for dramatic effect), even though i dont blame you i can still hate you. i dont really, i just wanted to get rid of you and if you havent clicked off by now you will definietely will now. if you havent then youre just a glutton for punishment in which case welcome brother! have seat, let me get you a drink because we are gonna get along just fine. I’m adding hastags onto this so we’ll be able to find more people just like us, S&M seems to be a popular tag but i wont be adding that, i have enough weirdos following me who only seem to be intrested in half naked man. sorry new message from tumblr. i have no followers. awsome! i am so glad, freedom at last! i can finally be myself. i can finally let go and speak my mind. its so easy to say that but if i really think about it it can be exteremely confusing because it will essentially depend on where my mind is at that particular moment becuase there will be times i will just feel like screaming and shouting at and everything and everyone (which will be no one since it is the only time i wll truly let this happen) and other times there will essentially be no noticable change in me at all. except my clothes will come off ofcourse. of course! who in their right mind would possibly choose to remain clothed if they didnt have to. i totally understand people who move to naked communes and choose to spend the rest of their lives with all their bits hanging out. clothes are just another form of prison arnt they? a confinement designed to make you self concious of yourr real self. to hold you in and keep you hidden from the real word. why havent i moved to a naked commune uet? its fair questuon there are plenty of them around arnt there? atleast i think there are, thats certainly the impression television gives you. everyother person seems to be oving to a naked comune in bad movies and rubbish television shows. i dont wwatch bad movies and rubbish tv mind you, i just like keeping up with whats happening. sort ofna of like a cautionary....oh shit shit fuck fuck fuckity mutherfucker! my fucking laptopn just froze so i had to hold on kickeing and screaming to my train of thought in the fear that i might losee it have nothing to talk to you about, like that i bit i just wrote a little while ago about the state of your mind and when youll see a difference while letting go. that was so boring, i apologise for that, i wish i could delete it, but i cant ofcourse, see previous posts for details as to why, i wish there was a way to just put up a cautionary sign when you come onto this......webpage...(it is not a blog mutherfucker!) oh comon! my fucking laptop keeps freezing.

[ghost-frogs]

i think it was nice different tone than what we were used to. i honestly forgot it was a musical until mari started singing in the begining though lol

i think hawkmoths song was probably my favorite it has that classic villain sound and kinda reminded me of friends from the other side which i love. I really like how they amped up the violence in it it was nice and showed what we likely dont see in the show outside of strikeback i think. That said i absolutely hated whoever was singing for marinette, it completely broke the immersion into it because the voice didnt suite her character. shes a good singer but she just doesnt suite the character unfortunately so it was too jarring. i also think the characters werent my favorite versions of themselves. Ive seen a lot of people say that theyre better written than in t show but they made marinette kind of bland though it could be because it was a movie and they didnt have the time to work it in for some reason. Adrien seemed kinda like a brat in the begining honestly kind of annoyed me. i dont think they were better written here than in the show.

in the show they have flaws that tie into their bad traits that i feel like kind of learn from but they didnt seem to learn anything in the movie, at least not that i could pick up.

THAT said i would probably watch it again for the animation alone. i think the animators did a really good job on it and i do prefer this style when it comes to movies like this rather than others. It felt fluid and smooth in a way the show isnt and i love it so much i cant really express it 😭

[thefountainspen]

The will to have somtihing good seem like a beatral of the projections that broke my mind and i had to re-break it in order to find a sense of someting that isnt part fo the agenda which you spun… like you said you hacked my mind and places false dreams in order to discard any real snese of accountability. The 'further' harm is like a formed scar that lives within the psyche to perpetuate the idea and belief that i was such a terrible person, who never deserved anything which could add to my life, which would take away from the pain, which could bring a sense of hope. the fabrication of all the stories only add to what was believed to be true, the main frame of my external world  torn and fabricated in a way that i didn't know to be possible, mainly because most of it was hidden and done without my awareness and without my knowledge. there is where most of the pain lives and resides. to psychologically process the unknown has a mental strain, and to comb through only bring more pain  and more anger that isnt mine to hold.. 

 the way that people indirectly hurt me in a way as to not be pointed out.. the reasons for my actions and behavior became the catalyst to justify the range of lies, maintained by the vails of secrecy, masked as a lesson. i don't know of any lessons which end by not destroying a person reputation, which is superficial in comparison a person’s mental and emotional heath; a permeant dysfunction takes root, the pain surreal, the effect heights a sense of stress physiological pain. this is not the end to it, followed by the use of multi-media  for the purpose to further bring pain and discomfort, at lengths; for four years. the amount of callusing to my brain and personality are stone like, unable to soften, unable to reunite with the person i use to be. this not tragic, the most tragic part is the the psychological effects of all this has done to the view of who i am, i can never undo, i can never take back.  when people see me in public, i notice how they look away or towards the ground as the consideration of what they know isn't projected form their eyes, i can see the pain of their consideration when i cross their path, this wasn't done in one state of this country but i have personally witnessed this where ever i go. form airports to hotels, even when i drive. I have can't anywhere to find peace, death is not an option, i cant give them that.  on top of all the movies and shows used to hurt me, the layers of the cake become thicker with hate sites, name indirect name calling, items getting stolen out my car, my work bag knifed, my ability to find housing, my ability to form new relationships, in any form or way. what i was even more disheartening was when i tried to speak the truth, lies that I've been using drugs or identifying that im bi-polar or schizophrenic. to completely disregard what i have to say.  having my computer hack with my notes, using my past against me over and over.  Listening my to dislocated speech and laughed at while i was trying to cope, while being laughed at for being sexually abused as a child.