#while rightfully earned and deserved

[t-lostinworlds]

This is such a random train of thought but I came across a comment on a fanfic saying something along the lines of "people don't usually change" / "forgiving them is unrealistic" / "your character is pathetic for giving in" and while valid in some, if not, most cases, thinking that it applies to everyone and everything all the time seems like such an unhealthy mindset to have. In my opinion at least.

Don't get me wrong, I hate it when forgiveness is served on a silver platter where the person apologizes once and then all is suddenly forgiven. But if the person provided an explanation all while not passing it as an excuse, took full accountability of their actions, truly apologized and showed regrets, and then took the time to better themselves, worked hard to improve and then continuously show that they're a much better person now and had grown after years. Is giving a second chance really that criminal? Especially when forgiveness isn't even given right after that and it's still a slow and steady journey of building that trust where everyone's starting on a clean slate rather than jumping right where they left off.

I don't know, maybe this is just me always trying see the good in people, but if you really don't think that a person has the ability to grow and learn from their mistakes, (which everyone will make often) all while constantly showing and proving that they have grown and learn, then that's a bleak way to see things. It's just a sad way of thinking that just because a person made a mistake (obviously depending on the mistake), they're forever branded as a bad person.

It's like, needing people to be perfect and wise right off that bat, putting them on a pedestal where you think they won't ever make mistakes and once they inevitably do, suddenly they're never going to change and learn from it and they're always going to be a horrible person. And that just seems so…toxic.

Obviously, things are much, MUCH more complicated in reality. Some people never do change, some don't deserve forgiveness at all, and some are genuinely just horrible and vile human beings who deserve to rot. But thinking that everyone is like that?

Just, not everything is so black and white you know? Sometimes things are just various shades of grays. Humans are messy and complicated as fuck but that doesn't mean it's a bad thing.

[moechies]

sitting in between tojis legs and letting him play with ur nipples while whimpering n squirming !!! ^.^

“stop movin.”

the man grumbles, left hand sprawled over the fat of your tummy to hold you still. his right hand snakes under your loose top, rough pads of his fingertips coming up to tweak at your sensitive nipples.

“stop it , you pervert !”

his hand gropes the fat of your tit, thumb brushing over the sensitive nub.

“y’like it. doesn’t that make you the perv baby?”

you exempt a noise halfway between a gasp and a moan, head falling back into the divot of toji’s shoulder. your hand comes up to his, pulling at his hand in an attempt to stop the assault on your tits.

“stop it baby . let it happen, it feels good, doesn’t it?”

“but.. mmf— ‘s sensitive toji..”

his face brushes up against yours, pressing a sloppy kiss onto your swollen lips. your moans come out as gasps, feeling a chuckle reverberate from his mouth into yours when he realizes you’re unable to keep up with his pace.

“y’r nipples are so sore. dirty girl, y’want me to suck on ‘em?”

knowing him , he would anyways even if you had said no.

he flips you around , mounting your body onto his so that you’re facing him, scrunching your shirt up above your tits just enough to suckle on your fat buds, his roaming fingers coming up to tweak at the other.

somehow, it felt even dirtier allowing the man to feel you up with your shirt all bunched up instead of completely off .

“hah.. t-toji .”

“mm..”

he mumbles into your fat tit, the vibration making you shiver.

“g-gonna.. gonna cum, toji, wait—“

‘nasty girl .’

he mumbles into your chest followed with a chuckle , you sigh at the feeling. “cum f’me then . ”

and you rightfully do, body shivering as your hands grasp tighter onto the bed of toji’s hair. your moans turn into heavy gasps, whining when toji pulls off of your nipple with an obnoxiously loud ‘pop!’

his face is plaqued with a shit eating grin, one that resembles his growing pride.

his mouth connects to your bud by a string of his spit, flicking his tongue on your tit once again to clean you off.

he gives your bud a tough squeeze with his fingers, earning a deserving slap to his hand.

“owie ! stop it toji , y’r such a perv . . !”

“oh baby .” he lays his body atop of yours, pressing a hot kiss onto your lips.

“y’ just came untouched , ‘nd you’re calling me the perv ? get your facts straight , doll .”

[lemonlover1110]

𝐏𝐀𝐘 𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐄!

Choso

Pairing: Choso x f!Reader

Summary: Your boyfriend completely stops focusing on you after you give him a gaming console for his birthday. Luckily, you have a very clever way of reminding him that you also need his attention.

Warnings: MDNI, smut, oral sex (m. receiving), masturbation

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Getting your boyfriend a gaming console for his birthday was truly the worst mistake you've ever made. The moment he turned on the console, all the attention that was rightfully yours, went to a monitor and a controller. Sure, Choso isn’t the most affectionate boyfriend but at the very least he’d give you attention.

You would be attached to the hip, you’d give him all your physical love while he’d do you a favor; whether it was getting you a glass of water or preparing your favorite snack. But now that’s not happening. You try to spend time with him but he’s always on his fucking game, and it annoys you more than you’d like to admit. 

“Do you want to watch a movie tonight, babe?” You walk to the living room, finding him with his headphones on, eyes dead focused on the TV. You sit down next to him, and your usually calm boyfriend suddenly begins to scream, the match pissing him off. You roll your eyes, tempted to turn off the game, but you know that’ll ensue a huge argument. You clear your throat, and repeat your question.

“Huh?” He responds, and you glare at him. You decide that you won’t ask the question for a third time. You’re about to stand up and walk away, but your eyes go to his sweatpants, and a much better idea comes to mind. You suck your bottom lip between your teeth and ponder your options. You’re touch starved because of the stupid game console. But Choso doesn’t deserve it.

Your hand still goes to his thigh, and you get on your knees on the floor. Maybe doing this for him will make him remember that he still has a girlfriend with a lot of needs. He can’t pause the game, risking for him to lose when he looks down at you. Utter confusion then clarity hits as your hands go to the waistband of his sweatpants. You give him the cutest eyes while a wicked smirk comes to your lips before asking him, “May I?”

“Have fun.” He responds, his eyes back on the screen. You pull down his pants and boxers, letting his cock free of its confinements. 

Your hand wraps around the base of his shaft and you spit on his cock a couple of times. Your tongue drags on his dick before it gets to the tip. Your tongue circles the tip before you hollow your cheeks and wrap your mouth around what you can take of his cock. It doesn’t earn much of a reaction from him. His game is that much fun.

Your hand wraps around the part that isn’t in your mouth, stroking it while you bob your head. Your free hand goes to his balls, massaging them to get a sound from him, and you feel like you’ve succeeded when you hear a whimper from him. You look up at him, his eyes still focused on the TV but you feel his attention drifting. 

You stop playing with his balls, your hand goes down your own shorts and gets in your panties. Your index and middle finger run through your folds before you begin to play with your clit. Sucking him off always turns you on so much. And it works more now since you’re in dire need of attention.

You try to take all of him in your mouth, your eyes immediately filling up with tears as you gag on his cock. You hear a soft moan from him, and your teary eyes watch him finally break his focus. You finally let his dick go, gasping at a breath of fresh air. It doesn’t take too long for your mouth to wrap around him again, going back to all you can handle. You push two fingers inside your pussy and begin to move them in and out of you, moaning on his cock. 

“Ah… shit– fuck fuckfuckfuck–” You hear, and you watch him toss the controller to the side. He doesn’t care if he loses anymore, his attention has been captivated. He whimpers again before praising you, “You’re doing so good…”

Your fingers go back to your clit, playing with it a bit more before stopping. You have a feeling that your night is far from over, and he won’t edge you. On the contrary. He’ll be generous tonight after you’ve been so generous to him.

He gets more vocal as you continue, letting you know that he’s close to finishing. Maybe after this he’ll finally remember what he’s missing out on while he focuses all his attention on a stupid game. He’s missing out on his pretty little girlfriend in a hundred different ways– If you do well enough he might smash the console into pieces (he won’t).

“I’m gonna–” His breath gets caught up in his chest, his hand going to the back of your head and pushing your head down before he fills your mouth up with his cum. He holds your head still for a moment, and when he finally lets go, there’s a smirk on your face as you swallow every drop of his cum. 

“Did that change your mind?” You ask.

“Let’s go to the bedroom.” He completely ignores the game on his screen, completely focused on you.

[designerpvssy]

"I deserve it more" -ryomen.s♡

Tw¡; Jealous!sukuna, co-workers, smut/no plot, cheating (reader is married), oral (fem receiving), office sex, piv sex, doggystyle, choking, spanking, slight dacryphila, pet names, mdni.

It was no secret really, sukuna was one of the most notorious green eyed monsters there was, always thinking he deserved the things everyone else rightfully earned and more, his eyes narrowing every time he hears some good news about anyone else in the workplace that wasn't him, "I should've had that promotion, they didn't do shit to deserve it", he'd think to himself as he huffs and leans back against his chair in his office.

But if there was anything else that made him more bitter than plain black coffee, It was seeing you walk into the office everyday, wearing that short pencil skirt that damn near violates the company guidelines, a few buttons of your blouse always unbuttoned to expose a glimpse of your bra and cleavage. shit, he wants you, he could have you..

Only if it weren't for that fucking husband of yours, a scowl spreading across his face every time he catches even a glimpse of the man, He didn't deserve you, he could tell you guys weren't all happy and 'power-couple' as you guys tried to act, but if you were with him? Oh, you'd be over the moon. fucking. spoiled. rotten.

He would lavish you and treat you like a queen, Not treat you like someone who will just wear you on their arm like some prize (your husband *cough*), you deserved better just like sukuna deserved you.

And surely within time he'd get what he deserved, he just needs to slither his way into your heart like he did everything else, Lavish you with small things at first, Like bringing you your exact coffee order every morning, Giving you small subtle flirty compliments, Making a point to always acknowledge you, 'Consoling' you when you finally broke and poured out your anguish about your broken marriage,"he's always fucking his secretaries, ryo!"

ah, poor girl, if it were him, he'd be making you cry for numerous different reasons but not because he was being a shitty husband.

So of course, in his attempt to comfort you, here you were, bent over his desk, skirt hiked up, panties tossed carelessly aside on the floor, biting down on your bottom lip to desperately stifle your moans and sobs as sukuna's tongue delved into your walls, his thumbs pulling your lips apart to delve even deeper, making you gasp out with a shaky whine.

You know you should feel bad, you really do, but how could you when his tongue was drinking you up so good??

Your eyes nearly going cross eyed as his tongue hits a certain spot, moving one of his thumbs to rub your little clit which is all it takes you to soak his face in your fluids, groaning out shakily and whimpering as your legs tremble beneath you, feeling your walls clench and spasm as you experience an orgasm like never before, (not like your husband made you cum anyways)

You whimper out shakily as his hand suddenly connects to your ass in a stinging slap, squirming under the lingering pain.

"damn, princess, already?", He snickers as he stands up behind you, beginning to unbuckle his slacks with one hand while rubbing his thumb against your entrance with the other, making you whine out in anticipation.

"c-can't you just put it in?", he scoffs at your impatience, Married but you're eager like a little whore, he doesn't blame you though- he knows you're probably not getting what you need at home, And since he knows that, he'll skip further prepping you since you're just soo eager.

And now you're really regretting being impatient as he bullies the blunt head of his cock into your sopping wet cunt, choking on a gasp at the stretch as he presses in further, feeling a slight burn in your walls from his girthy cock.

"fuck, you're so tight, baby", he pants out against your neck, biting and sucking at the sensitive skin to mark what's his as he absolutely wrecks you from behind,"you must've not been getting dicked down probably, huh?" You can't answer except with a shaky sob with how his cock repeatedly hits the deepest depths of your cunt, but he doesn't like that, he wants to hear you say it.

smack, "answer me, I fuck you better don't I?", he punctuates with yet another smack to your ass, quickening his thrusts, "y-yes! fuckk, ryo! t-t-too much!!", you managed to sob out, your mascara running down your cheeks in streaks with your tears as you desperately hold onto the desk as you feel your legs threaten to buckle underneath you.

Sukuna hooks an arm underneath you to support you while also rubbing your clit with his fingers, moving his free hand to wrap around your throat and pull your head back so that he could get a clear view of your fucked out expression, a slight smirk pulling at his lips at the sight of your tears, "you look better crying for me, y'know that?"

He says with a particularly hard thrust that has your eyes rolling back with a gutteral groan, feeling your core snap in that split second, He was really making you cum back-to-back like it was nothing.

A groan leaves him as he feels you milking his cock, his hand reflexively tightening around your throat as he squeezes his eyes shut, trying to will himself not to cum yet but with the way your sensitive cunt is spasming around him, he knows there's no way he'll last any longer in this peace of heaven.

He pulls out last second, pulling you to your knees just as strings of cum shoot from his dick, splattering all over your pretty face as you stare up at him with those teary doe eyes, Licking some of his cum from your lips before leaning forward to lick the remnant bead of cum from his tip, "why.. didn't you just do it inside?"

He shudders a groan at your words, leaning down and grabbing your jaw, "because when I do, you'll be mine, you won't be with that excuse of a husband", biting your lip, you give a nod before letting out a little gasp, muffled against his lips as he takes your lips in a rough kiss, "by then, I'll have what I rightfully deserve"

💗Skyy's notes xoxo: hello again!! This was ALOT longer than I hoped, I still enjoyed it!! And this is another special for the "ten desires" even by thee one nd only @merakidoll 😘

[reidrum]

carry the weight of you | s.r

A/N: i had this posted on an old blog but here's this, idk if i like it but it's also one of my first fics so if lemme know if you have thoughts <3

cw: fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, reader is sad, depression ?, spencer is a cutie who just wants to love, can be read as gn!reader

wc: 1.8k

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it was supposed to be a routine case. well, not a routine case. those don’t really exist in the bau, but one that had a clear MO and decent enough leads that garcia could easily use to find the unsub. it wasn’t even a case that was especially creepy in nature, lord knows those give the whole bureau nightmares for days.

so why did you feel this way?

you were relatively new to the team—having one year under your belt to your near decades experienced colleagues. but you had rightfully earned your spot in the bau, and you deserved to be there.

but right now you had no energy to believe that. the ache in your chest was ever present from your younger days, courtesy of the circumstances from your upbringing, and you should’ve expected that joining the fbi would’ve only made it heavier. you bared it nonetheless because that’s what you were taught to do. you felt beaten down by the last few days, and just couldn’t wait to get back home and crawl into your bed.

the team had wrapped up the case, and you all were on the jet flying back home to the district. sat next to the ever observant dr. reid, he noticed your glazed eyes and distant aura exuding from you.

“you okay?” he bumps your shoulder bringing you out of your trance.

“i’m fine, don’t worry about me.” you replied curtly and tried to fold into the crevice between the seat and the walls of the plane.

“bold of you to lie to a profiler while on a plane full of profiles,” he chuckled lightly, “seriously, you look troubled. are you sure you don’t wanna play honesty hour right now?”

“spence, i’m okay, I promise.” you tried your best at a genuine smile that was as see through as a windexed window. he returned it with his own thin lipped smile and left you be. 

were you okay? you don’t even know how long you’ve felt like this. small, insignificant, nothing. you do great work at your job, tarnishing evil and saving lives. but you can’t help but find it ironic that it’s your own mind working against you that seems to be your demise. 

the jet landed around midnight and the team shuffled through the bullpen to gather their belongings before going home. everyone offered their goodbyes and goodnights and spencer was waiting for you by the door. you both lived in the same apartment building, only because when you first moved to quantico you had no one and knew no one. spencer took it upon himself to help you out, being the newest young rookie on the team, a position he was all too familiar with. his next door neighbor had moved out for an immediate job offer and was looking for a subletter and lo and behold, spencer had become your best friend.

in the few months that you were getting accustomed to the area spencer invited you over for nightly chess games and doctor who marathons. morgan always teased the two of you saying you should be going out on the town having fun only young people can have, and spencer would blush and stammer something out but you would have the brightest smile and look at him saying they were the most fun you’ve had.

so he was surprised to say the least when those nights started to become far and few. you would politely decline and spencer would assume you’d finally listened to morgan and got better plans. but he could hear the patter of your footsteps and the occasional expletive from when you’d hit a table corner and wondered what he did to make you recluse yourself again.

spencer was a profiler after all, mix that with being your closest friend and he could pinpoint the moments you started to change. you’d started making less jokes, even during moments where the team would pause and wait for a little quip from you but hear nothing. you were harder to gain attention from, usually needing three or four calls to get you to even look up. and he just saw you distancing yourself, almost like you didn’t want anyone to perceive you.

spencer loved you. he wouldn’t say it out loud or admit to anyone but point blank he loved you. he felt understood in a way that no one else made him feel. you were kind, smart, funny, and the empathy you held for others was enough to make him tear up. you were there for him when maeve died, letting him cry on your shoulder, and as fucked up as it sounds he realized he loved you in those moments leaking tears onto the stomach of your sweater.

so here stood spencer in front of your desk, “you heading home?” you nodded, “mind if i ride with you? i don’t feel like taking the metro this late.”

“okay, let’s go.”

the walk to your car was silent, and somehow the ride back to your apartment complex was even more silent. walking up the stairs to your apartment doors, you turn the key and step in when spencer goes, “hey actually i think i left my book at your place do you mind if i just look for it really quick?”

you stared at him blankly. you just wanted to be alone and he wants to get his book now? unbeknownst to you spencer was desperate to get to the bottom of your melancholia, and needed any in he could find right now to get there.

nonetheless you nodded your head and left the door open behind you so he could walk in. you dropped your bags and shoes at the front door and trudged through your apartment to your kitchen to put tea on the kettle. you softly called out to him, “do you want a cup of tea?”

“i’d love a cup.” he says sitting on your couch.

you’re fussing around the kitchen getting two mugs out— one doctor who and one snoopy mug. you fill the doctor who one up and add a lemon slice and turn around grabbing your snoopy mug. when you turn back towards the kettle you hit the corner of the island table and watch as your favorite mug drops and shatters into millions of pieces.

when they say a straw is what breaks the camel’s back you fully understand what they mean now because how are you about to lose all your shit over a snoopy mug. you don’t even make an effort to move, just staring at the broken pieces on the floor, trying to make sense of them like a kid pointing out cloud shapes. it’s like you can see the pieces molding into the demons that keep you up at night, the thoughts of uselessness and lethargy personifying in front of you.

spencer has to call your name three times before you finally move your eyes to meet his. you can see his lips moving but you can’t hear him, his hands are out as if he’s telling you to stay put oh wait he is. you wait as he finds your dustpan and broom and brushes up the remains into the trashcan. he slowly approaches you and maneuvers you towards the living room where you sit still glossy eyed and trembling.

he sits down next to you and places a hand on your bouncing knee to soothe it, “why won’t you talk to me?”

you shake your head, “it’s nothing spence, it’s not a big deal i can buy a new mug.” push it down.

“not that, something’s not right. and i want to help. will you let me help you?”

you feel the tears making their way up your face to make their grand exit, and you hold on to last bit of resolve you can as you shakily breathe, “i-, i can’t, it’s stupid and we see so much worse stuff so i have to keep it together and i am but today was just-“ you abruptly got up to get water from the kitchen before finishing your sentence. grabbing a glass from the cupboard, filling it up at the sink, and gulping it down with shaky hands. you set the glass down and placed your hands on the cool counter in an attempt to tether yourself to some string of reality that was left. you couldn’t burden him. you wouldn’t.

spencer gives you a minute alone before rising from the couch and walking into the kitchen. he approaches you slowly from behind, mirroring his hands on top of yours, entrapping you in his warm embrace. “i think you’re carrying so much,” he whispers gently in your ear, “you don’t have to do it by yourself. it’s okay to not be okay.”

the tears win and start streaming down your face silently. spencer continues, “what we do, it’s hard. we all have ways of not letting it get to us. rossi and his cigars, hotch and jack, garcia and her tchotchkes, i mean even emily with her sin city weekends.” you let out a wet laugh in response.

spencer doubles down and intertwines his fingers with yours, “my point is, you are not alone. i am here. let me carry some of it for you, please.”

letting out a soft sob you twist in his arms and burrow yourself into his sweatered chest. this was a new feeling for you, letting someone in to see the horrors that you worked so hard to suppress. why would anyone want to brave that journey? surely you weren’t worth the effort.

but as spencer tightened his arms around you, rubbing his hands soothingly down your back and placing a kiss at the crown of your head, you felt that even if the walls of your resolve came crumbling down that spencer would be there to catch as much as he could. and that was enough.

“thank you,” you mumbled tearily incoherent.

“i will always be here for you, no need to thank me sweetheart.”

his kindness overwhelmed you. how could someone who sees so much darkness and been through so much still hold the level of kindness he does?

you lifted your head slightly as his hand came up to cradle the back of your head, “so, what do you have?”

he hummed quizzically in response. you continued, “you said everyone has ways of getting through it, what’s yours?”

“it’s you,” spencer softly says with the most tender loving look in his eyes, smoothing your hair back as he looks down at you in his arms, “it’s always been you.”

your eyes welled up even more and squeezed him tighter if it were even possible. spencer had you. and now you had spencer.

the next day you show up to work, a snoopy mug with a gift bow sits on your desk. 

[springismss]

ᱬ⛧ my hero ~ hawks

sum: after losing the one thing that made him the hero he was, he struggles, but it turns out he has his very own hero.

pairing: keigo takami/hawks x partner! reader (g/n)

content: manga/epilogue spoilers for anime only watchers/those not caught up on the manga. hints of depression. no other warnings to place here.

a/n: while i know that keigo accepts the loss of fierce wings, part of me thinks he would have had a hard time adjusting. here’s my overview take on just that. as always, likes, comments and re-blogs are deeply appreciated.

word count: 800

links: bnha/mha masterlist | masterlist

he’d never felt less of a man than he did right now. the only thing that made him who he was was gone. it didn’t matter how many times others tried to reason with him, to tell him he’s still the same person as before, the reality was that he’d never be who he was before.

all he could hear was the underlying lies. he would never be the same; he knew that, and they knew that as well. their words meant nothing to him, nothing at all.

walking the streets while adjusting to his new life, he could still feel it deep within his bones. that tingling and the need to help whenever the cries of those in need of a hero rung out. yet he was helpless. what kind of hero could he be if he didn’t have his wings?

he spent many days in bed, not wanting to get up despite the protests of people around him and his own mind. choosing to shut himself away until he didn’t know what day it was. he knew he shouldn’t, but what else could he do? everything felt like it was closing in and suffocating him from the inside out.

he was his own worst enemy at times.

“keigo, i know you don’t want to talk at the moment, but when you want to, I’m here”. the way you sounded so defeated broke him more than he already was. you didn’t deserve to go through being shut out when all you were trying to do was help. to be there for him and offer your support despite not understanding what he was going through.

though, part of you should. after all, you were quirkless. one of the small minority who was born without a quirk, but you never let that stop you from anything you ever did. you proved yourself time again and even managed to rise up through the ranks as one of the few pro heroes who rightfully earned their spot without the aid of your abilities.

that’s what made him fall in love and treasure every moment he had with you. you were able to defy the odds and be where you were right now, a formidable pro. maybe he shouldn’t be so hard on himself and take a page from your book.

slowly, taking each day as it came, that’s when you started to see a change. the old keigo who you fell in love with began to show through the small details of things. the touches, the words, the kisses. he was gaining more confidence and accepting that he was going to be quirkless for the rest of his life.

even when eri tried and failed to help with her quirk. he accepted it. accepted it purely because you were his own hero, the one who showed him that a quirk wasn’t what made him who he was. sure, it helped him whenever he needed to save others; his fierce wings were a force to be reckoned with.

of course you missed the way he’d use a few feathers to deliver gifts and notes to you, goofily smiling at the look on your face before you smiled back at him. the way his wings would wrap around you at night and keep you safe, bringing you closer to the man who you loved with your very soul and more.

right now, though, you stood in front of a door in the office you’d been called to, hand resting on the handle before pushing it down. the small click of the door latch unlocking sounded just before you pushed the door, shutting it behind you. looking up, you smiled softly before stepping forward.

there he stood, looking out at the street, the man who you loved more than anything in the world.

the former number two pro known as the wing hero: hawks. the man who was now the new president of the hero public safety commission. the man who, quirkless or not, you’d support no matter what he did.

approaching the desk, you stepped around and continued until you reached his side. humming softly as he turned, arms wrapping around you as he pulled you in for a hug, placing a gentle kiss on your lips as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

you knew what he was trying to say; sometimes his actions spoke louder than words ever could. pulling back from him slightly, you unwrapped your arms and placed your hands on his face, cupping as you ran your thumbs across his cheeks. proud smile showing as you looked at him, taking in the battle scars that were dotted in his features.

“i'm proud of you and i love you too, keigo. i always will”.

“thank you, my hero, and ditto”.

© springismss 2025 - don’t repost, copy, translate, steal or modify.

[choerypetal]

Little Bird / Coriolanus Snow

summary: Being the Capitol's favorites subject has consequences. Consequences that subject to be paired with the most influential man in Panem entirely.

notes **reader is an idol/singer in Capitol's first attempt into making a group for each annual Hunger Games. but with snow's obsession into making you entirely his and with his job as mentoring lucy gray, he tries his very best, but fails miserably.

ps ; english isn't my first language so i apologize in advance for some minor errors and please do not copy my work without credit thank you!

Your connection with Snow encompassed diverse facets. At times, he exuded an irresistible charm, drawing you in effortlessly. Yet, in the next moment, his piercing blue eyes locked onto yours with audacious intent, as if daring anyone to approach and touch even the slightest expanse of your skin – a challenge few would ever contemplate. 

Being the Capitol's favorite came with its own set of challenges. Compliments on your skills or charisma were either sincere or fueled by envy, making it doubly difficult for those striving to surpass their yearly earnings. This aspect of Panem's functioning was something Coriolanus exploited way too much. The artificiality of the stage, adorned with makeup to project an illusion of wealth, highlighted what he found enduring. The ease with which one could become the favorite by merely speaking or moving to the latest musical rhythm was something Coriolanus himself could not keep his eyes away from. And that person was you. 

He despised witnessing other men vying for your attention, their eyes lighting up as soon as you entered the Capitol's theater. There was no denying that you were the favorite member among your group. However, during your debut, the spotlight only found you officially when it was announced that the Capitol's new favorite group would be welcoming a new member. Given your position at the Academy, your choices were limited – either mentoring a tribute and risk bringing shame to your family if they lost. Or become part of Panem's newest favored diversion. It wasn’t until the very next day, that many became obsessed with you. And as much as Coriolanus tried to oblige on that single though, he was afraid to admit that he too became a little too obsessed over you. 

To compound Coriolanus's discomfort, he had to endure the ceaseless styling rituals accompanying each new album or song released to the public. This entailed donning short skirts and crops, transforming your body into a specific attire as a statue to be admired for hours on end. For the hapless Coriolanus, sitting there was challenging enough, watching you perform with a self-assured smirk, reveling in every bit of skin. How the skirt would flare up and brush against your skin, how he wanted to feel such fantasy. From each moments of your act, while beads of sweat glistened across every inch of your body. He couldn't help but fantasize scenarios from scenarios that you would be his, envisioning the two most influential figures of the Capitol as the perfect pair. And that was only during the ceremony of the 10th Hunger Games. 

Post the 10th Hunger Games, a significant shift occurred. Lucy Gray's presence lingered in Coriolanus's thoughts, causing him to perceive you in a completely new light. You were constantly in his mind. Although you though, with hearing the constant rumors of a possible relationship between him and his tribute. While you continued to excel in your performances, earning the success both you and your group rightfully deserved, you were aware of Coriolanus's altered fate.

Once he had been sent back to District 12 after his victor, Lucy Gray, who was also a performer. He remembered occasionally, after the victory ceremony, how you had the opportunity to chat with Lucy Gray. Discovering that your old classmate may have developed feelings for her. As Coriolanus Snow’s proud smirk upon seeing the people he seemingly cared for interacting with each other. Only to be so blind by the fact that you had expressed prior feelings for him, but instead confidently expressed his plan to join forces and visit her in her District wasn’t what you had intended to hear. 

While you refrained from expressing any objections, your suspicions regarding the burgeoning emotions between the two of them proved well-founded. Little did you know, Coriolanus engaged in those actions merely to divert his thoughts from you, acknowledging he wouldn't have a chance with you. Lucy Gray became his chosen distraction. Simultaneously, he caught wind of a potential rumor suggesting you were seen intimately with another man. The revelation that this man wasn't him intensified his already pronounced obsession with you. However, this time, Lucy Gray played a role in assisting him.

The revelation of his truth dawned on him only upon his return to Panem. The snake bite's impact intensified, with only your silhouette haunting his thoughts. In this return, he presented a wholly transformed appearance – his hair slightly longer, adorned in his father's old crimson jacket, albeit somewhat intoxicated, attempting to erase all memory of you. What Snow remained oblivious to was your patient anticipation during his absence in District 12. It was Tigris who knocked on your door that very evening, sparing you from the surprise of his return. 

However, Snow chose to make his entrance at the stroke of midnight, reminiscent of the times when both of you would clandestinely navigate the Academy. In those intimate moments, he patiently bided his time for the Capitol streets to empty, stealthily entering through your bedroom window. Hours were spent in each other's arms, reveling in discussions about new projects, with his assurances that everything would be alright.

This time, however, an inebriated Snow had a different agenda beyond comforting cuddles for sleepless nights. His primary goal was to solidify your relationship officially. "If you don’t tell her, I will." Echoed Tigris’s voice in his mind upon seeing her cousin return from duty as a Peacekeeper. She was among the few who truly knew about the budding romantic connection between Coriolanus and you. She pleaded with her cousin to go ahead, noting. "She hasn't touched a man since the last time you spoke, you know." That last statement served as a testament to your unwavering fidelity towards him. It was only a matter of time before he knocked on your door that very night.

On the contrary, you took it upon yourself to tidy up the entire apartment. Anticipating Coriolanus's return, you were determined not to leave a single mess, mindful of both his and your own peace of mind. Despite the fact that chaos often defined your shared living space, when in each other's arms, you both found solace in tidiness and tranquility. However, as dinner passed and bedtime approached, you couldn't help but notice Coriolanus's absence. Was he running late, or was he entangled in some trouble that you would only learn about the next morning? Various questions raced through your mind as you attempted to drift off helplessly on the living room couch, with the TV's echo serving as a backdrop.

Coriolanus stood there silently, observing from a distance outside your apartment window. Anyone observing from afar would catch a glimpse of you nibbling at your cuticles – a habit he had learned you indulged in when he wasn't around, a realization that would later make him feel remorseful upon witnessing the marks it left on your fingers. In response, he would tenderly peck each bruise, a silent acknowledgment of your thoughts mirroring his own. However, this time, he chose to forgo surprising you with the cliché bouquet of flowers or any conventional gesture. After indulging in the contents of a second wine bottle before making his way to you, he had no plans of raiding the florist shop either. Knocking on your door with determination, he felt an unusual hesitation, a departure from his past boldness of entering and showering you with kisses. Contemplating the prospect of declaring you entirely as his, especially in his inebriated state, he wasn't entirely certain if you would fully trust his words. 

Luckily, you had left the door ajar for him, a gesture he expected. Upon entering, he was met with the familiar background echo of the TV, confirming his assumption that you were already asleep. Nostalgia washed over him as he recalled the mornings spent lounging in bed with you or embarking on early runs for coffee. Despite his aspirations to bring about change in Panem and restore his family's reputation by aspiring to become President, he understood that true fulfillment wouldn't come until he had you by his side entirely. Limping slightly due to the effects of his drunkenness, he made his way into the living room and began to softly whisper your name, until his gaze met your sleeping figure. "Y/N... My sweet bird."

His breath carried warmth that gently brushed against your cold skin. Despite the lingering scent of alcohol, indicating Snow had been drinking before his arrival, your eyes responded to the touch of his finger delicately tracing your cheek. "Coryo…" you murmured his name with a loving tone, reveling in the vulnerability of calling out to him. "Shh… I am here," he reassured you, prompting a soft smile to grace your lips at the sound of his comforting voice. A voice you had missed dearly, compelling you to slowly rise from the much-needed slumber after a demanding day. However, lately, without Snow's presence in your arms, the nights became sleepless and challenging to endure alone. Despite acknowledging this truth, there was a conflicting sensation, a twinge of discomfort knowing that Coriolanus relished the fact that without him, you felt incomplete. It was this dynamic that rendered the two of you an unforgettable pair, seemingly inseparable. 

“How I missed you so much.” He continued to say, with seeing your face arousing from your slumber, how he had missed kissing your soft lips each night before going to sleep. If it wasn’t for being a Peacekeeper back in District 12, he’d say he was damn for letting himself kiss Lucy Gray while thinking of you the entire time. “I missed you more, Coryo. Everytime, during performances and even in my relentless dreams.” 

A subtle smile played on his features as his fingers traced down your body, an unspoken desire evident in his every touch. His lips yearned to kiss every inch, a longing to finally claim you as his own. He envisioned proudly holding your hand in public, marking you as his and sending a clear message to other men about your ownership. "You want to know something?" The amusement in his voice prompted a soft giggle from you, appreciating his seemingly all-knowing manner of sharing information, despite the evident effects of his earlier drinking. "What, drunk boy?" You playfully teased, noting the light pink hue that adorned his cheeks—a clear sign of his inebriation. 

He vehemently denied it with a pout, his lips subtly mimicking a desire for a kiss. Coryo was just touch starved. "You know, I haven't been properly fed with love lately. Coryo has been away from his bird for far too long..." His voice deepened, the intensity of his gaze barely allowing for a blink, making it abundantly clear who he desired: you. An intensifying blush crept on your features this time. Of course you knew your history with him, a caring gentleman who made sure to take care of the one he loved most. But this Coriolanus, objected something in you that you enjoyed seeing probably a little more. To be completely under his control. To bow to his command. 

"And as much as I hate to admit..." Your voice took on a gentle tone, a stark contrast to the confidence you exuded in the public eye. Sensing his fingers trailing down your body, from your hips to your lips, he couldn't help but notice their softness, prepared to be pampered at his command. However, he had to restrain his temptations for a moment, feeling his teeth sink into the bottom of his lip. You continued. "I might have been a naughty bird, moaning your name during sleepless nights, hoping you'd come save me from my little cage. You have no idea how eagerly I waited for you to come back." 

Honestly, Coriolanus found himself just as taken aback by your confession, despite the obvious history between the two of you. The mere thought of you in bed, adorned in barely anything, accentuating your beautiful form, fingers exploring sensually. The vivid image of you pleasuring yourself, uttering his name amidst a chorus of enticing sounds, drove him to instant madness. Tonight, he was determined to lavish you with everything he could muster—to claim you as his own, leaving marks on your body that not even the most skilled makeup artist could conceal come morning. Without explicitly professing love in the conventional sense, it was evident that Coriolanus and you were destined to be together. In times of need or distraction, both of you instinctively knew where to find solace in each other's presence. 

"I want you, Coryo..." you pleaded, your fingers clutching his shirt, the skirt from today's performance riding up slightly. Upon arriving from work, you had removed your underwear just for him—his eyes alone to witness, taste, and appreciate. His hands gripped firmly on your arse, and it was his turn to shift positions, settling onto the couch with you atop him. Your blouse, with a revealing cleavage, owed its allure to Tigris, your stylist. You couldn't help but wonder if the same effect would have been achieved without her touch. Extricating yourself from his grasp, you observed his lips curling into a mischievous smirk. It was a smirk that served as a reminder, and in that instant, you knew that tonight, you were unequivocally his—his and his alone, his cherished little bird.

"I can't wait to finally show my little bird what I can do."

Coriolanus spoke those words with genuine anticipation. It was undeniably the most memorable night, and he intended to recreate it repeatedly. After all, you were his little bird—his to cherish, tourmate, and play with as he pleased.

[yunsies]

SADIST. psh

pairings bf sunghoon x fmr 800 words warnings 18+ content (fingering) genre smut note wrote this when i was high out of my mind LOL enjoy

sunghoon pushes you into an empty bedroom, the noises of people scattered amongst the house of the party and the music fading out, leaving sunghoon to take compete control over your senses.

“should have stayed at home when we had the chance,” he mumbles against your lips, smudging your lipstick over your mouth with every rough movement of his lips. “should have stayed and let me fuck you in this fucking outfit. you look too hot.”

each of his words force you to get wetter the second they leave his mouth. sunghoon snakes a hand around your waist to support you as he continues pushing you further into the room until he reaches the bed and throws you down onto it.

“can’t we go home first?” i ask, looking up at him as he unbuckles his belt with one hand and a smirk plastered on his lips along with a faded tint of my lipstick.

sunghoon shakes his head, before leaning down to pepper kisses amongst your neck and up to your jaw, “you think i can wait that long, baby? you’re crazy.”

one of his hands keep your waist still, as the other rakes up and down your thighs and occasionally reaching into your inner thighs so he can dangerously inch closer to your core.

when he does this, your thighs instantly shut and rub together, earning a tut from him. opening your eyes that were previously clenched shut, sunghoon coos down at you evilly.

“don’t do that again,” he warns, pulling your thighs open again before continuing his movements.

“sunghoon,” you whine, placing a hand ontop of his.

sunghoon cocks an eyebrow at you, “what’s the matter, baby?”

his hand moves up to caress your cheek; he’s being so gentle, too gentle.

“fuck me,” you almost cry, to which sunghoon almost chuckles. he looks down at you, helping you take your dress off and not forgetting to press a kiss wherever he can to show just how pretty he finds you.

sunghoon lowers the dress off your body, discarding it onto the floor and returns to running a hand of his over your legs until it reaches the straps of your heels. sunghoon adores them, he almost kneeled when he saw you put them on just as you were going to leave for the party. he found the gold straps of them on your legs divine, amongst the rest of you, which is why he begged you to stay home with him tonight, so he could take care of you all night long and give you what you rightfully deserved. now that you were asking for it, being cruel to you seemed a better option.

“correct me if im wrong, baby. but, were you not the one who insisted on staying here at this party even though i had made it clear that i’d look after you at home? i said that i would treat you well, didn’t i?” sunghoon cups your cheek, caressing it before gripping it and forcing you to meet his dark eyes.

you nod, unable to form words when his gaze was so intense.

“use your words,” sunghoon sneers.

“yes, but i didn’t think i would get this needy.”

sunghoon chuckles lowly, “you didn’t? but you’re always this needy, baby. always so needy for my dick.”

he smiles, bending his neck to press a kiss on your lips, “don’t worry, i’ll give you what you want.”

a moment later, his hands dip underneath your lacy underwear that you undoubtedly wore just to get a reaction from him. it doesn’t take more than a swift movement for sunghoon to feel your wetness pooling at your core. he lets out a sharp hiss, collecting as much of it as he can with his fingers while your hips jolt upwards from the contact.

“so wet, every single time. i’ll never get tired of it,” he lifts his fingers out of your pussy to bring them to his mouth. he hums with a grin and tastes you, just like hes done countless of times.

“please,” you gasp out. “please, touch me again.”

it didn’t seem possible but sunghoons eyes darken even more, “as you please.”

with that, two fingers plunge into your pussy again, forcing them to stretch around him.

you yelp, it felt too good so quickly. sunghoons fingers fucked into you hard and quick as his thumb occasionally pressed against your clit.

“open your eyes and look at me,” sunghoon demanded, his low voice only making you needier. you opened your eyes to see him smirking above you, watching your face contort in pleasure.

sunghoon looked almost like a sadist, he knew his fingers weren’t going to bring you enough satisfaction as his dick; it wouldn’t ease your craving.

yet, he was prepared to make you cum on his fingers at least three times before he knew for sure that you were ready to be ruined by his dick.

[alagaesia-headcanons]

I will always be so sad and angry that Eragon never recognized how horribly the elves treated him and that no one else helped protect him from it either. Oromis is so insidiously and inexcusably cruel to him and Eragon truly deserved the chance to escape that and see the damage he caused, and also to then beat Oromis into a bloody pulp. And Glaedr too, honestly. He's mostly gone unscathed in my past rants, largely because at least his personality isn't so insufferable, but he ain't shit either. He's fully complicit in all of Oromis's vile abuse, and adds to it himself in certain places. They more than earn Eragon's ire, but they all constantly belittle him and insist that they inherently know better than him about everything, and poor Eragon believes them, so he doesn't fight back. No!!! Every misgiving you have about them is true, and not only should you stand your ground, but you should also start maiming them!!!!!

Oromis's mannerisms are respectful, kind, and gentle, but they in no way indicate his actual feelings. It just serves as a guise, while their actions demonstrate that both he and Glaedr don't have a single shred of respect for Eragon. They don't trust him, they don't put faith in him, they don't care about his wellbeing, and they have so much contempt for him. And they do all that while they take everything from Eragon, demanding he sacrifice himself constantly, and not always just in the interest of beating the Empire! In some cases it's solely an expression of their resentment of him or a way to cut away at the parts of him they don't like.

And Eragon gives them everything, so earnestly and generously. Then they give him jack shit. They only give him whatever suits their intention to use him as a weapon, and even in that, they pick and choose things to withhold according to their disdain for him. Contempt is all he gets in return for his trust and loyalty.

And it makes me sad how Saphira isn't there for him in this. In her defense, she's very young and they harm her also by prioritizing her utility to them over anything else, which she sadly does not recognize either. But beyond that, the elves and Oromis and Glaedr specifically treat her far, far better than they treat Eragon. She's in no way responsible for their actions, but there are places where she enables the abuse. Most often through overlooking it, but sometimes when Eragon rightfully balks at their mistreatment, then turns to Saphira for her input, she tells him, "I trust them and I think you should be deferring to them."

Eragon is so earnest and compassionate and he deserves care, both in the form of other people caring about his wellbeing, and also through the chance for him to learn how he can and should care for himself. Yet at the end of the series, he's so conditioned to accept manipulation and abuse and I just want my poor boy to have a chance to rest and HEAL 😭

[placingglaciers]

Is Nick supposed to "redeem" himself by saving June (and maybe the other handmaids) from hanging? Any ideas?

I'm actually really irritated he has to redeem himself at all, tbh. Like, why are we doing this now? What did he do that was so "unforgivable"? Was he supposed to let himself get killed??? And how helpful would that be for June and this flimsy Mayday group? Wharton was gonna find out the plan no matter what, and lying to him would get Nick in even more trouble than ever. Nick didn't know the women were gonna get killed, and besides, Mayday was alright with them dying in the first place. So we're blaming Nick for all of this? Nick was supposed to die for a futile plan set up by Luke, of all people? Come on.

ANYWAY

If redeeming Nick is gonna make everyone happy and win everybody over, then fine, let's do it. Nick fans already know who he is and what he is capable of doing, so whatever plot that suddenly gets him in good graces better not be boring lol. I want the blood, sweat, tears, yearning, passion, the whole shebang. Let's see Nick at his full potential. LET'S GOOOOOO

So, how can we wrap this up and redeem Nick? Bear with me, I have an overactive imagination, and most of my theories never come true:

If Nick suddenly becomes superhuman and saves all the handmaids on his own, then yeah, this could work. I'm just trying to think of ways that he can get everyone out of the nooses in time lol. Faulty ropes? He ends up killing all the Guardians right before the handmaids are hanged? A distraction in the distance? His own secret group of Eyes coming in to save the day? A call back to the season two gallows, and suddenly all the handmaids are pregnant and therefore can't be subjected to violence?? lollll And what is he supposed to do with all these handmaids once he saves them?

Maybe it's as simple as getting Janine and Charlotte out of Gilead. After all, Janine was the main reason June went to Jezebel's anyway. In fact, she foolishly wanted Janine to leave with them that night. Nick even made sure she was spared from the massacre. We have gotten a lot of footage of Charlotte and Janine's wish to be her mom, not to mention Lawrence has a soft spot for them, so this could be a way for Nick to "make it up" to June. Besides, I'm sure Nick has some beef with Commander Bell after telling Wharton he was seen at Jezebel's and thus ruining everything. But it would be cool to see Janine kill Bell.

Perhaps he actually doesn't do anything to be redeemed?? Maybe he gets turned in to the Eyes for all his past rebel activity and involvement with June. June gets word, finally sees the fault of her ways, how much she can't lose Nick, understands why Nick did what he had to do, and saves him instead. I'd like to see June put herself on the line for him, to fight for their love as much as Nick has done in the past. I know this might seem like a stretch and would involve putting more faith in June than she deserves, but it could happen.

The "you're just like them" line from June could have reminded Nick what kind of position he's in. Being a Commander was not something that he rightfully earned, nor what he wanted. It was punishment. We have seen him struggle with this rise to power for half the series already. Perhaps if he were just "some driver," the whole Jezebel's situation probably would not have escalated the way that it did. In the flashback with June at his apartment, he was insecure about being a "nobody." But it seems that being "nothing" and "nobody" could give him the keys to being a better rebel asset. I know this seems ironic, but I feel like Nick has come across more roadblocks while being a powerful Commander than a Guardian/driver, especially now that Wharton and Serena are basically gonna be "King and Queen" of Gilead. No thanks! He might either ask to be demoted or somehow given the option to be demoted, thus giving him more freedom to help the resistance. I'm not sure how this could play out, but it would be interesting to see at least. We know he most likely isn't a Commander by the time The Testaments comes into play, so he might already be on this road. Which, BY THE WAY, he's deep underground with rebel activity in the sequel. So, yes, he will be "redeemed," just a matter of how, I guess. We have three episodes for them to fix this giant mess that they created. Ugh.

[oh-my-damn]

I hate seeing people say that Taylor shouldn't win album of the year for TTPD because she won it last year, or that artists can't release albums at the same time/year as her bc she "won't give others a chance"

If you're so concerned with Taylor beating you, then maybe just.... do better?

Why are we taking away from how amazing she is at her fucking job and making it a point that she is "selfish" for "blocking the charts" or doesn't deserve her awards???

She's blocking the charts and winning awards because she has a billion fans and because she is literally top of the game?? She is the greatest artist of the century???? And perhaps you should ask yourself WHY she has so many fans to begin with??? Maybe because she's INCREDIBLE?????? Do you really think all swifties are in some sort of conspiracy to back this woman up no matter what, but we don't think her music is literal art??? Get a grip.

And if you want to beat her, you have to put in the fucking work. Maybe, instead of putting her, her work and her fans down, you should try and LEARN from it.

Watch how hard working she is. Watch how she changes up genres on a whim, to stay relevant. Watch how she interacts with her fans. Then perhaps you'll be able to get on her level.

But if you don't match in those categories? If you instead watch her and say she's "overrated" or should "back off to give other people a chance", would any win you get from that not just be sub-par? It would not be rightfully earned. Because you would NOT be top of the game. You did not earn that title. You were handed that because she took a step back.

This woman put out an album that she wrote WHILE BEING ON THE BIGGEST TOUR OF THE CENTURY. THE HIGHEST GROSSING TOUR OF ALL TIME. SHE WROTE, SANG, PRODUCED AND PERFORMED AN ENTIRE ALBUM W H I L E ALREADY ON THE BIGGEST TOUR IN HISTORY.

Never forget how Reputation got ignored and overlooked at the Grammy's, and instead of throwing a fit, Taylor Alison Swift sat in her pajamas and stated to the world, "I just need to make a better album."

And she did. And then she did it again. And keeps doing so.

Learn from her.

[strawglicks]

Misty isn't selfish for wanting friendship with toons.

Misty is selfish for her lack of consideration of toons, their feelings, their perspective. She only focuses on herself and how she has been hurt.

She feels hurt by Bessie's actions, claiming "there was no reason" for her to do such a thing. But toons and cogs are at WAR. Bessie didn't see Misty, she saw a COG approaching her and retaliated. She did not see them as an individual, she saw them as the enemy that's been terrorizing and colonizing their land. And rightfully so.

That being said, Misty did not have ill intentions approaching Bessie. Because of this, they feel hurt that she responded in such a violent way. Misty can feel hurt, but they need to understand why toons feel the way they do towards cogs. They are at WAR. And Misty just doesn't seem to realize that.

She feels entitled to play with toons and garner sympathy from them despite their ongoing battle against the cogs.

It's all about "you still tried to hurt me" and "i've done nothing wrong". Misty truly believes she is the victim and thinks she's entitled to sympathy from toons. But she's not.

Misty genuinely wants friendship with toons, which is why she feels so hurt when they reject her, even if they are right in doing so. Much of her dialogue implies she really is oblivious to the gravity of this war and why the toons, obviously, don't want to engage with her:

Misty may want to befriend toons with no bad intentions, but that doesn't erase what the cogs are doing to the toons' land. And the toons are still justified in fighting Misty. She is a cog at the end of the day.

Misty is so focused on her own, personal pain that she is completely disregarding that a WAR is going on. She disregards what the toons endure due to Cogs Inc. and thinks, just because she doesn't personally hate toons, that they owe her friendship.

I think Misty is probably the main reason for the fandom's villainization of toons and woobification of the cogs. But it's not the fault of how she's written, it's the fault of people who feel bad for a character and suddenly think all their morals have to align with that character. Now, they all have to adapt to Misty's way of thinking: that she is an innocent victim who has done nothing and doesn't deserve any of the treatment she's gotten from toons, and that toons are just evil monsters who attack her for no reason.

THIS COULD NOT BE FURTHER FROM THE TRUTH.

You can enjoy a character, like Misty, and feel bad for her. It's obvious there is some real suffering happening here, but it does not justify her view or lack of consideration for others. They are so focused on their own pain that they never think of others. They are so focused on being the victim that no one else can be a victim.

This line of thinking is so flawed, and when a big chunk of fandom REPEATS it, it leads to wild mischaracterization and woobification of. colonizers.

You can like characters who are bad people and disagree with their actions. Misty is not a good person. I think they are suffering, they are hurting, but that cannot be the end of the story. There are others, like the toons, who are suffering and hurting as well. And that should not be erased for the sake of your blorbo. You can still love Misty while condemning her way of thinking. I do myself.

There's the opposite end as well, where people acknowledge this character is not a good person but suddenly think they have to hate the character as a whole because they are morally bad.

Misty Monsoon is very flawed as a person and suffering from her own victim mentality, which hurts others as well. But I love this character. They're fucked up and just want a friend, but they're going to need to be more considerate and aware of their own poor actions if they want to earn that friendship and respect from others. Give and take.

[rainmacaroni]

Feud of the Year

They've consistently told their story for about 10 months now - even while Punk was injured - without ever losing any momentum , getting stale and overstaying their welcome

Match of the Year

In retrospect , while they more than earned and deserved to have been the Main Event , I think it's great that they had went on first - fresh crowd of course , plus they didn't have to worry about repeating any similar spots from previous matches , or going way over their time limit Regardless , no match on that night after theirs ever even came close to being a fraction comparable

At this point , what else is there left now to say against CM Punk ? He's very quickly become a main face of the RAW brand His segments have consistently gotten the highest ratings - as he can still cut some of the best and believable promos out there He's one of if not the best storyteller in all of wrestling - I mean , which other wrestler out there can tell such a compelling and engaging story with a Taylor Swift friendship bracelet of all things ? His merch has consistently been top sellers and Number 1s He's been a great help to Shawn Michaels ; a locker room leader and exemplar for the young and upcoming talent over there at NXT He's famously said that he's not here to make any friends - he's here to make money Ha , and yet , he's unironically made a lot of friends - I would have never expected him to become such good friends with Rhea Ripley & Damien Priest , etc. - even Triple H And of course , he has made a ton of money as well And now , all he had to do was deliver an all-time classic with Drew - which they did and more - so much so that they even revitalized such a dead wrestling concept that for so many years heretofore was Hell in a Cell You couldn't have asked for a more genuinely , perfect ending to their trilogy CM Punk has yet again proven that he can still be truly called The Best in the World And I hope that he'll do it all once again when he finally , actually starts his feud with Seth Drew has set the bar pretty high though - I think Seth can reach it - and maybe even match it - if he of course keeps to being serious and drops his Joker like character - however , he can still be his flamboyant self in ways and moments that it would make sense to As Punk is rightfully taking some time off now - we'll just have to wait and see until then ~ And , ha , hopefully during his hiatus , I don't fully lose my interest in the WWE - since for me , it's at its very best when Punk is in the direct mix of things

[batsovergotham]

Anywhoo....(talkin abt the ppl defending the markcest and the mark and Cecil, but srsly WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK MARK AND CECEIL.) I just wanted to ask on what your opinion was on Mark and Eve? In the comics everything is involved around them and they do everything together, I love them frfr stand them. I just wanted your opinion on what you think about them comic wise? Digging through the Fandom I've seen others say how they don't exactly like MarkEve because they're not really compatible and just through her in... I never really saw the case in that but I wanted to hear your opinion cuz I love hearing you rant (not in a mean way..) and the Fandoms gotten a lilll crazyy

NO BECAUSE THANK YOU. like first of all, mark x cecil and markcest defenders don’t even deserve internet access atp. some of y’all need to be banned from fictional men entirely. but anyway.

mark and eve… oh i have thoughts. in the show? they have zero flavor. and i say that with love. like eve started off strong and interesting and independent, and then suddenly the second she gets put in mark’s romantic orbit she’s just… a support system in tight shorts. she lost all her edge. like where did her standards go?? where did her ability to challenge him or call shit out disappear to?? she just started showing up on rooftops being like “you messed up but it’s okay teehee wanna fuck about it” and it got old fast.

but in the comics?? they actually gave her depth. their relationship gets messy and complicated and human and that’s what makes it work. the abortion arc? the long-distance falling apart while she’s pregnant and rightfully pissed? him choosing to dip with dinosaurous and her SLAPPING the shit out of him? her being the only one he can break down to about what happened with anissa and her just holding him in that moment and saying they’ll get through it? yeah. that’s mark and eve. not this bland ass “you’re sad, here’s my body” version the show’s been giving.

i don’t hate the ship, in fact, comic-wise, i like them a lot. but the show has not earned it. rooftop reassurance and rushed sex scenes aren’t development, they’re moments with no payoff. like build something real or don’t build it at all. i’m rooting for them but god i need more than “you looked sad so i forgave everything and took my clothes off.” please. be serious. let her have her spine back.

[amuseoffyre]

Yet again, this started on the bird site and I got carried away :D

I want to do an analysis of Ricky and Ned as the foils for Stede and Ed: it's usually a family thing and Ricky and Ned both have the same flavour of "minor prince" and "my brother". They are the children overlooked in favour of their 'better' sibling/relative.

While Stede and Ed are different flavours of Daddy Issues incarnate, Ricky and Ned are the boys raised jealous of a sibling/relative, feeling they are entitled to more than they were given and ready to do violent harm to get what they feel they are due.

They take slights personally, they respond with excessive violence and cruelty to punish anyone who takes something they believe is rightfully theirs (fame and glory for Ricky, legacy for Ned). They also don't do most of it themselves - they get other people to do the dirty work for them.

Whatever prestige they have, they haven't earned it. All the work was done by the people they paid to do it. They hardly put any of the work in themselves. They stand by and let their people get bloodied up to make themselves feel powerful.

It's why it falls apart under any kind of scrutiny by people with actual practise and skill. Stede dismantles Ned's power structure with a few words to his crew. Jackie demolishes Ricky's support network when he makes the mistake of underestimating how smart she is.

Ricky and Ned both have the same disregard for the people they're targetting: these rubes, typical pirates. They see themselves as something better and because of underestimating it, it comes back and bites them in the arse and it's magnificent.

They've clearly spent years crafting a story of how special they are and how much they deserve to be treated like The Most Special Boy and absolutely can't take it when - even after they feel like they've won - people laugh in their faces about it.

Ed mocks Ned for being melodramatic, Stede scoffs at his people management and turns his crew, Izzy straight up laughs in Ricky's face when Ricky tries to insist he's won because he could call up a navy when he had a tantrum. Absolutely zero respect and they're right.

[owenepierce]

Okay. Hi, everyone. I just wanted to get ahead of this while I've got the chance. I don't want rumors swirling and skewing from what really happened. I'm...exhausted to tell you the truth, and I just can't do a million questions right now, so I'm gonna lay it all out here so everyone knows what's what.

On Sunday night, Sam went for a run, and once he was a few blocks away from the House, he was beaten over the head with something and mugged. Unfortunately, there were no cameras where it happened, so we've got no idea who's responsible...but we all think, given the time it happened and the location that it's likely down to a bunch of good-for-nothing ghoulies. I went out looking for him when he didn't come home after a while and wouldn't answer my calls, and I found him where they left him, basically bleeding out.

I called 911 and we got him to the hospital where he's currently in critical condition - but he's stable. He's stable and right now, we're just taking things one second at a time, because every second he's still with us is another one put towards his recovery. He hasn't regained consciousness and there's pretty severe head trauma that we won't know the extent of until he wakes up - which he will. He will because I say he will, and that's going to be good enough for anyone who wants to badger me for details I don't have.

His family's with him, so he's not alone - not by a long shot. I'm sleeping next to his bed from now until however long it takes for him to come back to us, and I dare anyone to tell me to go home and rest; like that's even possible. I just...wanted everyone to know what's going on because as good as he is at making me feel like his entire world, I know I'm not. He's the most amazing person in the whole world, and that's rightfully earned him a lot of friends who care about him, and y'all deserve an update.

So...that's all I've got right now. If that left you with any questions, I'll...do my best.