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#I feel like I’m allowed to have this reaction bc I KNOW how hard they worked to get to this point in their relationship
starlooove · 6 months
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read a Damian angst fic where Dick does anything wrong ever challenge (impossible)
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shadesslut · 8 months
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Can I request something like readers family forgetting her birthday and ghostface!Ethan or ghostface!Chad or both 🤭 finds out and trying to cheer her up or maybe ghostface gives her a call when she's crying bc this isn't the first time they forgot her birthday but all gf wants to do is wish her a happy birthday with only minor threats (not towards her) and it either ends up with phone sex or a 'present' gets dropped off by her window
Thank you for the request! Hope you enjoy! :)
it takes two
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MINORS DNI
Pairing: (Gf!Ethan Landry x Fem!Reader x Gf!Chad Meeks-Martin)
Content Includes: (Slight angst, smut)
Summary: Y/N's family forgets her birthday, but Chad and Ethan have a plan on how to cheer her up.
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part 2
The two boys watched closely on their laptop, trying to see every little detail. On their screen was Y/N, their neighbor. They had grown an infatuation with her ever since they met her. She was laid in her bed, under the comforter, crying her little pretty eyes out.
“Dude, how did you get this in there?” Chad asked Ethan, who was smiling proudly at himself. He had bought a small camera the week before, and he snuck it into her room one night. 
“I wish we could hold her.” Ethan softly said as they both kept their eyes on the screen. Ethan ran his fingers along the surface of the screen, near her figure. She had been crying for a good ten minutes, and Ethan and Chad wanted to comfort her. 
“Me too,” Chad replied.
Y/N cried softly as she looked at her phone. She had texted her family asking if they were coming to visit her for her birthday, but they forgot, again. All she wanted on her birthday was someone to celebrate it with her, and she couldn’t even get her family to do it with her. 
“I have an idea.” Ethan suggested it to Chad. Chad nodded at him, letting him continue. “How about we make our girl feel special from an infamous caller?” 
Chad smirked.
Her phone vibrated, and she immediately snatched at it, hoping it was a family member. She slumped her shoulders at the no caller ID, but answered anyway.
“Hello?” 
“Hi, Y/N,” the deep and rough voice cooed. 
She looked at her phone with confusion and held it back up to her ear. “Who’s this?”
“Are you having a good birthday?” Ethan asked through the voice modulator. The two boys giggled with each other as they watched her reaction.
“H-How did you know it was my birthday?” Y/N asked, sitting up, allowing the covers to drop to her lap, revealing the small and tight tank top. Ethan stuttered at the sight, and Chad’s mouth slightly parted. Both of their eyes immediately dropped to her cleavage. 
“I-I,” Ethan stammered, then cleared his throat, “I know a lot about you, my sweet girl.” 
Now Y/N was really scared, she didn’t know who this stranger was, and she surely wasn’t their girl. She stood up off of the bed, and both of the boys audibly moaned and gasped. She was only wearing a pair of black panties, which didn’t have much coverage. 
Ethan felt his dick become hard, and he hesitantly reached down palm himself. 
“Who are you?” Y/N sternly asked into the phone, but Ethan didn’t answer. He was too busy touching himself at the sight of her bare ass. Chad looked at Ethan, waiting for him to respond, and when he didn’t, he snatched the phone and voice modulator from Ethan. Ethan’s hands found their way shoved in his shorts, getting himself off.
“Don’t worry about that,” Chad started. “You having a good birthday?”
Y/N sighed as she gave up with the questions. “Not really, my family forgot.”
Ethan’s hand stopped, and he looked at the screen with a dark, evil expression. 
“They what?” Chad asked through gritted teeth. 
“I’m going to fucking kill them.” Ethan said as Chad comforted Y/N on the phone. She felt her tears start to water once again, blinking her eyelashes rapidly, not wanting to cry in front of this stranger.
“They don’t love you as much as I do.” Chad whispered softly through the phone. “If I could, I’d make them pay for forgetting your special day.”
Y/N looked concerned at Chad’s threat, but an unhealthy part of her loved the attention from him. She wondered if she knew the unknown caller; having no idea it was the two cute boys across the hall. “Give me the phone,” Ethan commanded, which made Chad’s cheek grow warm. 
He handed Ethan the phone, looking him up and down. 
“Do you know what I would do to you for your birthday?” Ethan asked in a low voice. 
Chad reached over to Ethan, softly pressing his lips to his bare neck, causing Ethan to gasp. He ran his fingertips along Ethan’s forearm and continued to kiss him. 
“W-What?” she asked. 
Ethan eyed Chad, whose hands were reaching Ethan’s waistband. “I’d lay you down on your bed, and fuck you until you forget it’s your birthday. Fuck-” Ethan cursed as Chad got a hold of his half-hard dick. Chad kept his eyes on the screen, watching the way Y/N’s ass moved as she paced her room. He stroked Ethan’s cock, dragging his thumb over the wet tip.
Y/N didn’t answer, carefully listening to the quiet whimpers Ethan let out. Chad grabbed the phone out of Ethan’s limp hand and kept stroking him as he held the phone up to his ear. 
“I’d make you feel good, the way you should feel on your birthday. I’d kiss you everywhere my lips would fit.” 
Y/N’s heart beat faster at his words, subconsciously pressing her thighs together. Ethan’s eyes were closed tight at the feeling of Chad’s hand, approaching his high quickly. Ethan gripped Chad’s thigh tightly, and Chad reached over for an empty shot glass that sat on the table. He felt Ethan’s cock twitch in his hand, and he looked up to Ethan, seeing him watching Y/N slowly reach down to her panties. Ethan jerked his hips up, and Chad held the glass up as Ethan came into it. The thick liquid slid slowly down the side of the glass as Ethan moaned Y/N’s name. 
“Look at your door in ten minutes, sweetheart.” Chad spoke one more time into the phone, before hanging up. 
Y/N paced around her front door nervously, waiting. She got a text message, and she instantly checked her phone to see a text from the same unknown caller. 
Happy birthday, look at your door
She opened the door and swung it open, but saw no one. She almost closed the door again before she noticed something reflective on the floor. A little glass vial, with a red bow wrapped around it, sat right in front of the door. She bent down and picked it up, examining it. It held a white liquid, and she felt herself become aroused. 
“Fuck,” She muttered under her breath. 
Two figures appeared behind her, dressed in masks and all black, tilting their heads at her. She was too enamored with the vial to notice them. The two looked at each other, smiled under their masks, and looked back at Y/N.
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takiberry · 8 months
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imagining euijoo fingering you under the table while jo, taki, and nicholas is RIGHT there (inspired by that one photo iykwim)
yes ik what you mean anon🙁🙏 i love that photo sm.
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( smut incoming ! pls dni if uncomfortable)
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warnings: exhibition, fivesome intent from euijoo bc he’s horny, the others get hard, reader ends up sucking jo off and giving taki & nicholas handjobs, PUSSY EATING EUIJOO..🫡.
you were out with your boyfriend and his members, jo , taki , nicholas, out eating in tokyo. euijoo thought it’d be fun to go out with the guys, but he also thought it would be fun to tease the fuck out of you under the table despite you being right in the middle of him and jo, how fun.
so here you are, trying to push away euijoo’s hand that kept creeping up into your skirt ( which he successfully did ) he sipped his drink, acting as if he could do no wrong as per usual whilst he slipped your underwear to the side and pushed his two fingers into you, chuckling as he heard you grab onto the table gently as you bit onto your lip. jo looked at you with a confused look along with taki and nicholas who had stopped their conversation due to the sudden noise. “y/n , are you okay” taki asked as he raised an eyebrow, sipping his own drink as nicholas gave euijoo a look, as if he knew what is going on, euijoo gave his bestfriend a knowing smile and pumped his fingers in you at a quick pace, causing you to choke on your drink. “woah, calm down there, y/n, you’re gonna end up choking for real.” nicholas said as he handed you a napkin to wipe your mouth, jo put his hand onto your shoulder and rubbed it to help you, you know it shouldn’t but god did that do something to you because before you knew, you clenched around your boyfriend’s fingers which caused him to laugh to himself.
“i-i’m fine guys, don’t worry, i just hit my foot is all!” you said as you desperately tried to hold in a moan, all euijoo did was speed up his fingers, his jealousy becoming evident in his actions. jo and taki seemed to have figured out what was going on as they simply nodded and continued to eat their food, euijoo held a spoon to your lips and tapped on it. “say ahh, baby.” he said, you pouted before opening your mouth for him to place the spoon gently in to give you food, you chewed as euijoo continuously pumped his fingers into you like a maniac, making it so much harder for you to even hold in a moan.
jo’s hand never left your shoulder as he kept rubbing on it, taking a bite of his food every now and again as nico and taki tried to distract themselves as well. “why are you guys so quiet?” euijoo asked, knowing damn well why they’re silent, but he just wanted a reaction out of them. you couldn’t help yourself as you buried your face into jo’s arm, quietly starting to whimper from the amount of pleasure just euijoo’s hand alone was giving you. euijoo scoffed yet again as he place his thumb onto your clit, rubbing onto it harshly as his fingers continuously were being pumped into you like no other. jo felt his face heat up as he has never been in this situation before but god was it hot to him, taki and nico.
oh how wrong it feels but they can’t help but get rock hard at what was happening, luckily it was only you and them in the area, so if they wanted to fuck you, they could, if euijoo allowed it of course.
euijoo noticed that jo had gotten stiff from your sudden movement and chuckled. “baby, since you love being so close to jo, why don’t you just suck him off, i’m sure he doesn’t mind, right jo?” he said as he turned his head to the taller male, who’s face turned bright red from the sudden question, he gulped and nodded slowly, praying that his group leader won’t kick his ass for wanting get his dick sucked by you. “alright then, go on then, y/n. suck him off, give nico and taki a show yeah?” euijoo said yet again as he moved jo’s hand to your hair, jo was using his free hand to pull out his own cock from his pants, taki and nico couldn’t believe what was happening right now, was euijoo really letting his own friends do stuff to his girlfriend, IN PUBLIC. yep, he was, and boy was he turned on from it.
jo gripped your hair as you took his veiny cock into your mouth, nearly gagging as you pushed it to the back of your throat. jo tilted his head back as he moaned quietly, biting his lower lip, his hips moving on their own as he thrusted himself into your throat, having you moan against his cock. euijoo watched the scene with taki and nico as he kept his fingers pumping in and out you continuously, chuckling at how fucked out you seem to be getting already, seeing you choke and gag on jo’s cock, snapped something in euijoo. he liked seeing you suck on another man’s cock, why? who knows, but damn is it hot to him. euijoo looked over at the other two on the other side of the table, who seemed to feel left out in a way. “i’ll let her give you guys a hand job, but if you wanna fuck her, we’re going back to the hotel room.” he said as the two looked at their fellow member with slight shock, wow he really was allowing them to have their cocks by you AND in you? he’s definitely snapped into something else.
taki and nico moved the table away slightly before moving to where you were, taking out their own cocks, your hands taking each of them before pumping them like no other. taki gasped and shivered at the sudden pumping, holding onto the table behind him as nico just didn’t care as a moan left his lips, euijoo pulled out his fingers before diving his head in between your legs, his tongue lapping and slurping onto your pussy like a hungry puppy. you moaned loudly but it was kept muffled as jo kept fucking his cock down your throat, moans and groans coming from him and the others. euijoo held your leg up as he pushed his tongue into you, causing you to jolt a bit, your hands never stopping on nico and taki’s cocks as they moaned, was this supposed to happen? no.
but, be honest, did you like it? fuck yeah you did, and it sure as hell excited you more knowing they were all gonna use you as soon as you get back to the hotel
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salted-caramel-tea · 2 months
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Are you fully removing yourself from dtblr now?
i’ve made a post with a brief summary of my thoughts and feelings right now but ur not the only person to ask so ill make another . the short answer is not really . long answer under the cut. we’re actually getting into my whole mental breakdown as well so tw for graphic desc of sa
i just need some time to figure things out . i know i sound like a broken record saying it but sa is not an easy topic to deal with for me personally . im aware that the situation was somewhat blown out of proportion and it doesn’t actually compare to the genuine coercion and force i experienced but the past few days have been heavy .
a lot of it is because of the frequency, i am so happy that people have been comfort so enough to come forward about their experiences but there has been a complete lack of nuance regarding all of these situations it’s been very reactionary and coming online seeing never ending untagged borderline graphic descriptions of sexual assault or rape affects me physically . it’s been 3 years and i still experience physical symptoms after being triggered . my ears start ringing, i get dizzy and out of breath and nauseous and i cry . bc i remember how terrible i felt . and nuts something that still affects my relationships to this day.
one thing about it is that i can really sympathise with caiti . our cases are different, i verbally and physically refused physical advances from my abuser but after it happened i found myself trying to justify it because I invited him to watch a movie with me I didn’t push him away enough and someone was interested in me!! at least someone was interested in me . and it’s why i have a hard time regarding the ‘regret’ comments . because i don’t know that if people knew my story they’d say i was just regretting being intimate with him and stating that because i now felt violated after regretting the experience it didn’t mean i was violated on the night . i don’t think my abuser knows what he did to me . but it doesn’t change the fact that he forced me into that situation . i also want to say i don’t really consider touching someone’s waist sexual assault . it can be a form of unwanted physical contact that makes you uncomfortable but the act unfollowed by any sexual contact is not sexual assault . i do believe her feelings are real however and i can sympathise with that delayed fear and discomfort .
this is not an isolated incident as i’m sure we are all aware . for as long as dtblr has been around there have been controversies of sex crime. a lot of them have been faked, we all remember the period of 2021-22 where there was a new burner account every week accusing a member of the dteam of sa until bbh threatened legal action against one of them . and then there was the drituation . although these were faked, they contained extremely triggering details of grooming and assault. i needed time away then too . i’ve said this through every drummy ache but nothing is worth our physical and mental suffering. there is no creator no person that i would allow myself to suffer for .
the internet is reactionary. people will say things and blow things out of proportion to further their moral activity even if it means deliberately spreading triggering misinformation as a punch in the gut to make people agree . i’m not talking about the victims right now but rather the reactions from fans . over the past few weeks we’ve seen allegations of varying degrees aligned in badness with one another when that simply isn’t the case . sensationalising trauma is the new in thing and it prevents private conversations where there should be some and it’s encouraged by fans online so they can get a fix of their daily drama .and i understand it’s because it’s involving large creators and people want to spread awareness of their behaviour but the line has to be drawn somewhere between what should be public and private matters and there has been a mix of both in the past few weeks .
this need to ‘take down’ someone as opposed to discussing matters in a private setting to come to an understanding of the events without the influence of the public has created a spectacle of sexual assault. anything that is mildly uncomfortable or inappropriate is being labelled as on par with sexual abuse or rape which is not the case at all and it’s creating environments that are actively harmful to survivors by having their traumas brought up where it isn’t necessary or equating people who have made mistakes or bad decisions to their abusers .
this is something that has been ongoing since 2020 and will continue to happen with varying degrees of validity behind these comments and its up to us as viewers to decide what’s real and fake depending on the evidence before us but we don’t know what’s been taken out of context what’s been fabricated what’s straight up slander vs what is real admissions of harmful behaviour and its exhausting to wade through . it might seem selfish that i’m kind of saying i don’t want to know about other peoples sa experiences but i dont . i don’t want to have to wade through pages upon pages of details or hours upon hours of proof to accuse or debunk someone of a topic that physically affects me .
i’ve already said i’m not becoming an anti i hold no serious denouncement of the dteam at all but i need to consider fandom dynamics and if i am willing to deal with these accusations over and over again because we all know it’s not going away . dream had people ADMIT they faked his grooming allegations and it’s still held against him . george did make someone uncomfortable and it’s not up to me to dictate caitis feelings on that but george’s perspective does put into play a perspective of body language that is being weaponised to jump to sa rather than bad communication and awareness of the situation . it’s a lot . and i need time to get myself into a better headspace and figure out if im willing to be involve in further reference of these events .
and also fuck quackity bc ppl are using the past few days to say oh quackity is the only good one left as if he’s not literally being monitored by international labour unions
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im adding on a few things . i am uncomfortable with the way some people have been making light of the whole situations here . there’s borderline (fully) misogynistic posts flying around that are being shared as jokes and memes but it really diminishes the weight of some of the situations at hand and as well as the very real women discussing their situations . im not calling anyone out bc this is has been shared all over my dash so its clear that this is just a preference of mine that i personally find discomforting but i hate the way it makes me feel seeing posts relating abuse of women to homosexuality even though it is in a joking manner it just made me really uncomfortable .
im also tired of the words abuse and assault being thrown around without grounded evidence. there has been no sexual situations as far as we are aware . there has been no sexual contact as far as we are aware . there needs to be distinctions between what is discomfort or creepy and what is exploitation or abuse . i’ve been around lots of creepy guys but only one has sexually assaulted me . throwing words around without any substance behind them diminishes the value of the word until people see it as just another insult . by insinuating touching someone’s waist, although uncomfortable to caiti where she was unsure how to address she did not want that to happen, is a form of sexual assault it creates a form of radicalism of sexual abuse where it becomes is every uncomfortable touch a sex crime? no it’s not. it’s going to trivialise what it means to have been assaulted and being invalidation to victims from wider audiences with lines like ‘let me guess a guy touched your shoulder and you screamed assault’ . we are already blamed for what happened to us and to further trivialise it by mislabelling your discomfort and bad experiences as abusive or exploitative it’s providing a potential fan to those flames . and that’s why i say although i believe caiti is valid in the way she feels that her discomfort and delayed trauma is valid i do not believe she was a victim of a sex crime but rather she was in a position where she was made uncomfortable by a creepy older guy .
im also just so fucking tired to logging on to sex scandals of the dream team where everyone was 18+ and no sex occurred because at that point it’s just digging up anything you can to prove someone else’s hypothesis to be semi reality .
george did fuck up . he made a very young woman uncomfortable and should have prioritised reaching out to her to apologise for her discomfort and subsequent emotional weight instead of an extremely defensive take that, yes, can provide further situation but ultimately comes off as a take disregarding of the very real feelings that caiti was experiencing in order to prove people wrong . he is allowed to defend himself but the emotional impact on caiti should have been a lot better acknowledged . i just wanted to make sure that people were aware that despite the fact i do not think george is a sexual predator and that it is a phrase being extremely abused by the internet, i do believe he did something wrong in this situation .
this whole thing is messy and complicated and exhausting and punz needs to shut the fuck up nobody cares
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saras-devotionals · 2 months
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Quiet Time 3/10
What am I feeling today?
Just so so tired, I blame it on us losing an hour. Then again, I also went to bed later than usual bc we were traveling home. Still have some residual stress but it’s calming down, I trust that God will see me through for this week because He always has in the past.
Bible Plan: Healing what’s Hidden
God can handle our emotions
Emotions are like the check-engine light on a car. They don’t tell us exactly what’s wrong, but they alert us that something under the hood needs our attention.
I actually genuinely really love this analogy because that’s so true! You can feel something but have no idea where it could be coming from.
As we’re healing from trauma, it’s important to recognize what we are feeling, but we need to remember that emotions don’t tell the whole story—and they don’t always tell the truth. For example:
You may feel like no one cares about you. That’s a lie.
You may feel like God has abandoned you. He hasn’t.
You may feel like you aren’t going to make it through this trial. You will.
These are really great reminders because they’re thoughts and emotions that I’ve struggled with in the past and I want to get beyond them because I know what the truth is and shouldn’t rely on my emotions to determine what’s real.
The truth is, emotions are not indicative of the presence of God in our situation. Sometimes when we’re happy, we say that we feel God’s presence. Other times, we feel his presence when we weep. But we can be sure of God’s presence even when we can’t feel him. That’s because God’s presence isn’t a feeling; it’s a fact.
Just saying, this is so true!!
Feeling strong emotions isn’t indicative of a lack of faith. Jesus felt strong emotions, and no one would doubt his faith! God can take it when we feel desperate, furious, terrified, or overwhelmed. He wants us to bring the emotions to him and to let his Holy Spirit point us to the source of the emotions so that they can be healed.
This is comforting for me, because a lot of the time I can mentally kick myself for feeling too much or for being someone with such strong emotions and reactions. But there’s nothing wrong with that! The point instead is to take it to God instead of letting it reign over me.
It isn’t about controlling our emotions; it’s about engaging them and allowing God to teach us through them. Our feelings can lie to us, but God will always tell us the truth.
🥹 this is really good for me to read. Because I tend to have a problem with control and that’s why I didn’t like how emotionally I was, because I had no control over them. But it’s not about me controlling or in my case numbing my emotions, but letting God teach me something through it when I give them up to Him.
John 14:26-27 NIV
“But the Advocate, the Holy Spirit, whom the Father will send in my name, will teach you all things and will remind you of everything I have said to you. Peace I leave with you; my peace I give you. I do not give to you as the world gives. Do not let your hearts be troubled and do not be afraid.”
The Holy Spirit is the one that teaches and reminds us, that’s so cool! I think it’s amazing that we have a part of the trinity that’s literally living in us!! Also noting that He does not give as the world does and that we should remain at peace (yes it’s difficult and there will definitely be challenging times but we know we can rely on Him.
Philippians 4:5-7 NIV
“Do not be anxious about anything, but in every situation, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.”
I need to get better about my prayer life. I know that I talk to God a lot but does that count as prayer if I’m not formally presenting it as such? Idk why but sometimes it’s just really hard for me to pray to Him and it really doesn’t make sense. But like I said, I need to get better about it because He wants us to talk to Him about everything!
1 Peter 5:6-7 NIV
“Humble yourselves, therefore, under God’s mighty hand, that he may lift you up in due time. Cast all your anxiety on him because he cares for you.”
He cares for us!!! Idc how many times I gotta read or reiterate it, it’s true and I need to have it as a constant reminder! Also, with my struggles, the solution is literally right in front of me, I just need to humble myself before Him.
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soleilnomoon · 2 years
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Hiya! Just saw your milestone event and wanted to say congrats!! You really deserve them all and I love reading your works <3 Can’t wait for when you hit more milestones in the future !
Your event is really cute and I love all the options, so if it’s okay, I’d love to make a request! Can I please ask for Kid with either blood root or calla lily (whichever, I can’t choose 😭) at night with themes 9,34,21, and hard and breathless kisses? Thank you, and congrats again for reaching 200+ 🥰 hope i did this right and also might pop a sanji one in later 😭
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hiiii!  -`♥´- thank you so much, angel, you’re too sweet. i’m excited to do more in the future, actually i’m thinking of my next one right now since i’m close to 400 surprisingly haha. also thanks for being so patient, i am so so happy you requested this (bc i love kid, i’m an idiot for him). and yes please request as much as you want (especially if it’s sanji i love him), i might even extend the event for a bit longer (i live in florida, summer is eternal here >.>) 
2.9k words, fem reader, a bit of fluff if u squint real hard, some angst bc i love that shit, nsfw, 18+ mdni pls, feat. fun stuff like drinking, cussing, spanking, etc. u know the vibes.
💖☁️ la vie est drôle ☁️💖
starring: eustass “captain” kid x reader.
blood root (fluff) & calla lily (smut) at night, hard & breathless kisses, #9, 34, & 21 (possessive, guilt, & moonlight).
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a circular argument breaks out between you, again — useless, heartbreaking, the worst sort of predicament to be in on your last night on the island. the harshness behind his words, the dismissal that followed it, only dug a hole in your heart for anxiety and fear to swarm into. before you can make an even bigger fool of yourself, you get dressed and prepare yourself for a night out alone. a large celebration in the middle of the seemingly quiet town, the streets closed to allow for the tourists and townspeople alike to have their fun. 
music thumps heavily, colorful watered down drinks are sold — promises of a night to remember with each purchase, the scam only successful because of the party-atmosphere. the pub is even rowdier, full of sweaty bodies, pirates and vagabonds alike, the bar swarming with patrons, and there you are, on top of the counter, hips swaying as you dance to the music. the bartender watches, half-amused, half mesmerized by the shape of your legs, the way your dress rides up your thighs, the way you don’t seem to have a care in the world, even as you amass an audience — which, works for the owner of the pub, they’re coming to drink their sorrows and spend money anyway.
when the song changes, you’re handed a shot of vodka, which you down quickly, licking your lips with a carefree smile — one that hides the melancholy you actually feel — and giggle when the cute bartender takes the empty glass from you, his long fingers brushing against yours accidentally, making your skin flush enough that you step to another part of the counter to hide the reaction. unbeknownst to you, part of your crew enters the pub too. they see how loud the patrons are and assume there’s quality alcohol being sold.
he spots you right away — he always can, no matter how many people are around, eustass kid will always find you in a crowd. it’s only easier tonight because you’re putting on a show and because you’re in a dress he hasn’t seen before, in a fabric that clings to your skin, in a pair of heels that you bought because he liked how they looked on you. orange eyes narrowed sharply, kid feels killer tense beside him before he tells kid to relax and not react just yet. easier said than done; the betrayal cuts too deep, and his anger has yet to subside from the argument he had with you earlier.
it’s his fault, really; but he won’t admit to that.
you feel his gaze and figure it’s the alcohol, but when you look up, when your eyes meet his, a panic flits around inside of you, turning your insides to mush, making your knees a little weak. you haven’t done anything wrong, not to your knowledge, but he’s looking at you as if you’ve offended him in the worst way possible.
for some reason, this pisses you off; and you motion for the bartender to get you another shot. 
the exchange is a little more amorous than he’d like, so kid, despite his crew mates trying desperately to hold him back, marches towards the bar, a dark aura cloaking him, making the crowd scatter within seconds. 
you’re in the middle of your drink when he reaches you, a frown on his lips, his anger palpable as he attempts to gather his thoughts.
“we’re leaving,” he says after a moment. you stare at him, wide-eyed, in disbelief and shake your head.
“no, i’m staying here. i’m having fun, actually.”
it’s not true; you’re quite miserable. you thought a night out alone would be fun, that you’d flirt, maybe have someone buy you drinks, and then you could make kid jealous somehow. but it backfired. now kid is here, ruining any chance of you having that moment.
“you’re ruining my vibe,” you say hastily, making a shooing motion with your hand, one that sets him off completely.
voice low, full of dark intent, kid says, “i don’t give a fuck, we’re leaving.” and, without waiting for you to say anything else, kid, with his monstrous height and strength, wraps an arm around you and plops you onto his shoulder, giving the bartender a look that keeps him from asking kid any questions.
he intended to just have some drinks and find a way to make things right with you, but then he saw how happy you seemed, and how you didn’t even consider how he felt after you left — nevermind that he never makes it easy for you to understand anything he’s thinking anyway. your crew mates don’t bother following, knowing that kid’s anger is not to be trifled with, especially when he’s on the verge of lashing out at anyone.
you try to wiggle your way out of his grasp, but his arm holds you secure against him, your fists beating against his back in the hopes that you hit him hard enough to loosen his grip. it doesn’t work. if anything, your hits aren’t even strong enough to make him blink, let alone stop him. so you opt to use your words instead.
“what is wrong with you? you have no right to boss me around whenever you feel like it.” it’s futile, you know this; kid isn’t in the right state of mind to listen to reason, but neither are you. instead, he grunts before letting out an incredulous laugh.
“unbelievable,” he says mostly to himself, his long strides taking you away from the town, away from all the partying, and back to the ship. it’s mostly empty, save for a few people milling about, but that doesn’t stop him from walking around with you like that. you attempt to garner sympathy from your crew mates but they act as if they don’t see what’s going on; you make a face, pout, thrash about again, making it a bit difficult for him to carry you properly. so he does what makes the most sense, he slaps your ass hard.
you actually stop, momentarily stunned that he’d do that in public — although, are you really surprised at this point — a deep flush taking over your face, creeping down to your chest, thighs clenching together as the sting wears off. “oh, fuck you,” you say loud enough for him to hear, so he slaps your ass again. the shrill yelp you let out is music to his ears, and no matter what you say, he’ll always know that you’re into this more than you care to admit.
but because he knows you so well, he has to pry the answer out of you with a bit more patience. and he will, in time.
the anger you feel is mostly towards yourself. it was foolish of you to think you’d be able to get away with something like this. kid is much more perceptive than people give him credit, he sees through your lies with ease, doesn’t even bother calling you out because eventually you offer the truth to him without much provocation. he likes that it’s hard for you to lie to him, he likes that you constantly go head-to-head with him too; you’re the only one he’ll allow to mouth off without inciting his true anger. it’s a problem, actually. he doesn’t like how much power you hold over him, even if you don’t know that you do.
but, what he really likes, is how reactive you are; how you can’t seem to hide your attraction to him, no matter where you both are, no matter who is around. so when he slaps your ass again, for the third time that night, something just snaps — your restraint, your self-preservation? who knows. a terrible ache crawls through you, desperate for a bit of relief, if you rub your thighs together one more time, he might be on to you — and you can’t have that, can you? still, it’s hard; so very, very hard, to keep up the charade. 
you’re angry at how much you like the way he handles you, angry at how you want him to keep being rough with you, angry at how easily he can command all of your focus without even trying. eustass kid is the worst person alive and you’re hopelessly in love with him. and that, that is a problem for you. mostly because you know he isn’t a terrible person at all, that his reputation — and a lot of the rumors do, in fact, have merit — makes  him out to be worse than he actually is, that he’s come quite a long way over the years. 
and it angers you that you’re not even really mad at him, you’re just mad at how dismissive he was, at how he didn’t bother chasing after you, at how he will never just sit down and talk before reacting. you know all of this, and still you allow him to take you to his room without much fuss, despite the act you put on earlier.
his bed is massive — you prefer it to your own — it has to be to accommodate his large frame, and softer than most might think. you bite down on your lip when you feel his hand caress your ass a little gently, the tenderness surprising you, before he tosses you onto the mattress like the rag doll you are.
“the fuck is your problem?” he asks, breaking whatever trance you were in completely. his eyes are wild — annoyance, anger, but mostly arousal hiding behind them.
“i should be asking you the same damn thing, kid,” you reach over and toss his pillow at him, he sidesteps the attack, dodging with ease before climbing onto the bed. “first of all,” you say, voice a little shaky, throat drying as he hovers over you, “i don’t like you.” the lie isn’t a good one, and he ignores it for the sake of crowding your space even more. 
“is that so?” he doesn’t believe you — the smirk on his face is evidence enough. “prove it.”
you swallow hard, ignoring the flutter in your chest, ignore that want that grows deep in your abdomen, ignore how desperately you want to kiss him right now.
“secondly,” you say, pointedly ignoring his taunt, “get off me, i’m mad at you.” you don’t actually want him to move, but you did want to tell him that. “you’re such a fucking asshole, you know that?” eyes burning, you give him a look, one that actually makes him feel a bit of guilt. 
“you’re right, i am,” he admits, a little quieter than you expect him to. your gaze softens, your anger subsiding, a sigh coasting lazily in your mouth, eager to escape. “but,” he tugs your dress upwards, bunching it around your waist, baring the bottom half of your body to him, “no panties tonight?” he pushes your legs apart with ease, almost as if you were getting ready to spread them yourself. “you planned on seducing me, huh.” 
you don’t need to admit to it, he already knows the truth. you want to hide under his pillows, so he won’t see the wanton way you crave his touch, his rough words, his mouth. he runs his finger along the folds of your pussy, swiping some of your wetness and licking it off right after.
any attempt you make at closing your legs fails miserably.
“oh, fuck no, you’re not running away again.” because that’s exactly what you did earlier; the argument got to be a little too heated, and normally he can find a way back to your good side, but he was a little meaner than normal, and, well — he wouldn’t be him if he wasn’t like that, would he?
still, you don’t want him to see how much you want him; especially after you made such a big show of going out on your own tonight. he doesn’t bother taking your heels off, but does peel the remainder of your clothes off quickly. you lean up, fingers sinking into the fabric of his shirt, tugging him closer, and kiss him deeply, tongue slipping into his mouth, melting away all of your worries and anger.
kid loses himself in you, only pulling away to rid himself of his clothes as quickly as he can — with your assistance, of course. the feel of his skin against yours, the way his mouth brutalizes yours with each kiss, carving himself deeper into your heart, making things impossible for you. but you don’t care, you really, truly don’t. because right now, all you care about is letting him consume you entirely. and he does. without remorse, without hesitation; eustass kid is anything but shy when it comes to taking what he wants, and he knows he should be gentler, knows he should probably give you time to catch your breath, but he can’t stop kissing you.
the room is dark, save for the bit of moonlight that filters through the large window, illuminating your bodies, bringing the various shadows around kid’s room to life. you’re too busy touching him to care about it; too busy running your soft hands along his firm stomach; too busy reacquainting yourself with his abs, fingers ghosting along the hard ridges, getting lost in the feel of his skin. a heat passes between you, his mouth capturing yours in between his belated apologies, his tongue commandeering your mouth, bringing a dizzying intensity that you can’t escape from. when you pull apart, you’re gasping, lips swollen, body trembling with need.
he looks at you, the harshness in his eyes is long gone, replaced instead by a tenderness that he only lets you see when you’ve managed to break through every single wall of his. when he’s like this you can’t help but fall for him more, can’t help the way your hand caresses his cheek, can’t help the soft way you call his name, which only ignites a newfound desire inside of him. he presses a surprisingly gentle kiss on the corner of your mouth, peppers kisses down the length of your throat, tongue exploring the roundness of your breasts, teeth leaving playful bite marks that take your breath away, goosebumps rippling along your skin from the stimulation.
your whining doesn’t deter him, especially when he makes his slow descent, tongue tracing a devastating path down your navel, until he reaches his goal. you suck in a breath the moment his mouth touches your cunt, his tongue running flat against your folds, drawing out a startled cry that you didn’t mean to release. kid smiles to himself, triumphant, and sets to work, eating your pussy like a man starved. no drink or dish could ever compare to the taste of you. his fingers spread you apart, his tongue dipping inside of your tight hole, your hips rolling forward, hands gripping the sheets so tight that you might rip them off the mattress at this rate.
he hums against you, picking up the pace as he swaps his tongue for his fingers, instead choosing to suck on your clit, alternating between flicking his tongue against it and treating it like a hard piece of candy. one that he can’t give up no matter what. your moans echo around him, an hypnotic melody that encourages him to keep antagonizing your pussy in the only way he knows how.
when he comes up for a bit of air, he licks his lips, making you shiver as you watch. “you’re so pretty like this,” he plunges his fingers in and out of you, making you buck your hips against his hand, a silent scream practically strangling you. “you keep looking at me like that.” you want to ask him how exactly you’re looking at him, but you don’t; you can’t. kid has successfully stolen all of your snarky comments, your words, your fight. “that’s what i fucking thought.” you want to slap him but instead you settle for moaning his name again — it’s all you know for the time being, and when he sucks on your clit again, an explosive warmth brings forward an intense orgasm that has you yanking on his hair with your fingers, mouth stuttering as you tell him enough, enough, enough. you’re entirely too sensitive, but he doesn’t let up. 
kid keeps at it until he wrenches another orgasm out of you, and you now know that this is part of his punishment for earlier. you take it, though, take the way he slides his fingers out of you, the slickness of your arousal dripping down his hand, onto your thighs. he laps it all up, though, making you shudder with each swipe of his tongue. before long, he’s kissing you again, slower, deeper, tongue thrusting into your mouth so you can taste yourself properly. if you weren’t so taken with him, you’d be mad all over again; but instead, you allow yourself to get lost in his recklessness, legs wrapping around him as he settles between your legs, cock driving into your pussy at last, his strokes slow, but brutal. he might not last at this rate, but he doesn’t care; he likes the way your pussy clamps down around him, as if would rather do anything else but let go of him. he kisses you until you feel lightheaded, and then kisses you again. 
if every argument ends this way, you might not survive; but life is way too short to care about things like that, so you don’t worry about it, yet; preferring, instead, to remain rooted in the moment, wanting only to think about how nice it feels to have him hold you like this.
🌙 credit to leafsea for the cute crescent moon divider 🌙
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perculiar · 4 months
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Kinda funny that what my mum’s therapist is saying to her now is what I said to her from when I was like 11
but I find harder to say to her now bc I shouldn’t have been a child therapist to use and ignore intermittently
Instead of “mummy you’re good and kind and so compassionate n care for everyone, pls believe you’re a good mummy”
it’s “you’re a heavily traumatised woman but you did what you could” (what you could, not your best) and “bleeding heart syndrome” (you welcomed so many people in but neglected me in so many ways simultaneously)
It’s yes I can reassure you and praise your right behaviours, positively reinforce your actions and correct your thought patterns (but i can only do so much and i cannot praise you for the bare minimum in everything)
Over why did you sacrifice me and why did you let me near patriarchal offenders unsupervised and why do i have to sit here praising you as you waltz some of my most traumatic memories to recount either the lessons you’ve learned or explanations (excuses) why you allowed it to happen
Sometimes it feels like the same pattern from the time my face got cut open on the door jamb.
You lost your temper and slapped me round the face hard enough to make me spin and fall into the side metal of the door. Then as my face was stinging, maybe bleeding, and i was frozen in ricocheting silence, you crumpled to a heap on the floor of the upstairs landing.
I don’t think I was back in my body until after you’d been squeezing me to you, apologising. I think it was likely my lack of reaction that made us shiver apart so you could bury your head in your hands. I can’t remember if you were saying it, or whether I intuited it, the way you were blaming yourself and saying you were a bad mother.
I just recall I was desperately trying to convince you you weren’t. Accidents happen and I’m ok and I’m sorry I was bad and I won’t do it again and I love you mummy you’re my favourite person don’t cry its okay I’m sorry I love you
Don’t know how that one ended. I think I was around 6. Maybe younger. Clumsy in my chubby handed petting and reassurance.
The things we remember and the things we forget ey.
Funny how just a couple of years ago you were telling my nephew you never hit us as kids. He didn’t believe you and looked to me. You were affronted when I said that that was just not true, then after you pressed and I cloaked some examples in vague recollection, you conceded. it was like watching you remember.
Maybe you don’t have access to some of the memories I do. Maybe I presume too much in that.
Fully aware how trauma + memory loss works, after all.
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fluffypotatey · 4 months
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Leverage Ep 13
SEASON 1 FINALE BABYYYYYYY no pregame thoughts!! only watch
Spoilers in the reactions (obviously):
OH MY GOD! i really thought i missed something or like an episode for a second bc of how this episode begins
jfc Leverage don’t scare me like that T^T
Jim Sterling >:((((((
THEY HAVE THE HEIST MUSIC LETS GOOOOOOOO
Parker my beloved 😍
the build up has me so exited
ELIOT MY BELOVED 😍😍
HARDINSON MY BELOVED 😍😍😍😍😍😍😍
lmao Nate doing the chair turn-around cliche • love him
he sounds very drunk tho 🥺 concerned 🫠
“I got out of sales.” “Oh, so what are you in now?” “Theft.” Love you Nate <3333
Hardinson 🥰
Nate should punch this Ian Blackpoole guy, as a treat
Punch him! Punch him! Punch him!
Oh? 👀 Parker and Sophie are both surprised to find each other 👀 was this heist actually heists plural??? 👀👀👀👀
OH MY GAWD IS IT??? IS IT HEISTS PLURAL????
And they just let Nate leave??? 😂😂😂 he told y’all, to your face, that he will rob you and you let him leave????
IT’S HEISTS PLURAL!!!!
Eliot and Alec sitting in an elevator: K I S S I N G 😙😙😙😙😙
lmao did Alec buy a fucking mansion???
Noooooooo the crew is mad at each other 🥺🥺🥺🥺 stop that. it was an episode ago, sure, but still
Nate: “Why are you guys even here >:(“
Everybody: “they insulted us! and I have a reputation to uphold!”
Everybody and what they don’t say: “bc we care, okay!”
Alec wants to talk 🥺 but Parker is avoiding it (on purpose or oblivious…idk)
Nate can be so stuck up sometimes 🙄 love him tho
“You want…Eliot to…feel out my wife??” Words I didn’t think Nate would say
“Ex, Nate. Ex-wife” Sophie 😂😂😂
Sterling’s fucking reaction to the museum security 😂😂😂😄
Maggie!!!!!
NATE 😂😂😂
ELIOT 😂😂😂😂😂
THEY ARE IN THE VAN 💀💀💀
Nate getting fucking ROASTED
NOT EVEN IN BED 💀💀💀
NOT THE GIFT BUTTON CAMERA 🫢
Is he gonna tell her 👀
OHHHHH WILL HE SHARE 👀👀👀👀
OMG HE IS
OH MY GOD
OH MY GOD
HE TOLD HER
YES MAGGIE!!! TELL HIM
oh 🥺
Oh no we’re getting a flashback
ow 🤧
awwwwwww 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺
AH FUCK
NOOOOOOOOOO
SHIT
THEY KNOW ABOUT MAGGIE
omg they included her in the planning
PARKER 💀💀💀 WHY
“That is confidential” girlie, these are crooks
Parker I love you 🥰
Lmaooooooo poor Nate (doesn’t feel bad for him at all)
Ah fuck they know!!! Sterling could you stop being a stalker and let the heist continue in peace >:(
Oh that poor museum guy 😅 he’s having the worst day
“Everybody knows it’s a fungus” MAGGIE I LOVE YOU
Sophie wants to reconcile with Eliot 🥺 oh wait no, everyone, she doing this with everyone
Oh she’s trying 🥺 she’s bad at it tho. very bad
Fucking spike of stress at Sterling’s appearance 😭 why can’t he just not do his job >:(((
You’re fine, Maggie. I think. I hope. I don’t know
I wanna punch Blackpoole so bad
ELIOT JUMPSCARE
I CHOKED ON MY PASTA
AND THEY DONT SEE HER
IS STERLING JUST PRETENDING TO BE BLIND (nope, he just didn’t see them, wow)
this poor museum guy 😂
we’re fine!!! we’re good!!!! (She is not fine)
YESSSSS
HEISTING IS A GOOOOOOO
WE HAVE A TIMER????
Thank you public panic
EVERYBODY HAS A STATUE
oh this is so funny
Sterling you’re behind now!!!! AHAHAHAHAHAHA
did they plan for lockdown? 👀 THEY DID 🔥🔥🔥
Sterling, do not threaten Maggie 😡😡😡😡
“I’m the bait” YEEEEEE
THEY STOLE THE PAINTINGS INSTEAD YES
YESSSSSSSSSSS
OH SHIT! STRESSED
GET FUCKED IAN!! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
YEAH STERLING SWITCH IT UP
Nate turning the lines on Ian 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰
AND HE GOT PUNCHED
FUCKING FINALLY 🥳🥳🥳
omfg, THE FUCKING CUSHIONS???
My Nate/Sophie is in conflict with Nate/Maggie
Only solution: Nate/Sophie/Maggie
They’re doing the circle thing
But it’s sad😭
Please don’t separate them!!!! NO SEPARATION
“Let’s see how hard you look” NOOOOOOO PARKER DONT SAY THAT 🥲 NO SEPARATE!!! NOBODY IS ALLOWED TO LEAVE
you know, it hurts more because Hardinson would look for her T^T he would always try and find her while Parker finds new ways to hide and blend in
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
DONT BREAK THE CIRCLE
COME BACK
BACK I SAY
Y’all listen to the tv score and turn around—
WHAT???? THATS IT????
NO!! NO IT IS NOT
THAT IS NOT THE END OF SEASON ONE WHAT THE FUCK
General thoughts:
Uh, so, what the fuck 🫠 I am so sorry to everyone who watched this show live that cliffhanger is just….so evil.
Actually so happy to see Maggie get included with the crew, and it was nice to see that things weren’t just thrown under the rug from the last episode. Like on one hand, I am sympathetic towards Sophie, but on the other, her con put the team in a lot of danger. Danger they did not agree to because their heists are never really on the safe side. So it was fun to see that “yeah, I don’t know if I can trust you like I could before.”
ESPECIALLY WITH ELIOT!!! He actually admitted that he was feeling at home with the team and getting comfortable and letting his walks down 🥺 so it makes so much sense that he’s not ready to forgive Sophie for breaking that (also, Eliot I swear, we need more episodes focused on you because WHO FUCKING ARE YOU??? Nothing is explained fully, you’re like a jack of all trades, the tank of the team, you have a very tough exterior and I just— I wanna knooooooooooow 😖)
Hardinson and Parker were so fucking cute 🥰 and I love how their relationship is building but also felt really worried because Hardinson really wants to talk to Parker about where they stand, but she’s being very avoidant about it T^T and then!!! she fucking says “Let’s see how hard you look,” WITH A FUCKING SMILE GIRLIE NO!!! DONT PLAY WITH MY HEART LIKE THAT 🫠
ough 🤧 how is this the end of the season……on to season 2 I guess
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causesciencethatswhy · 2 months
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ok i can understand that they may not have been in the right mental space (whether personal things or things with jk antis) and the fandom only making it worse for them, but PERSONALLY, i can never understand letting fandom bs persuade you into speaking badly on the members.
and imho mimi hasn't properly addressed it, so when people keep bringing it up (bc it's a bit concerning that they're in jkk spaces while having said the things they did about jimin (this goes for those who do this with jk too btw)) bc "deleted it" or "changed my mind" isn't always enough or true (for whoever, not just mimi).
instead they got mad and started turning anons into jk antis just bc they (anons) called them out about being weird about jimin.
their frustration was geared towards the expected reaction to jkks words from the fandom
some of what they have said didn't feel like it was fandom influence, it felt like that's how MIMI feels towards jimin and jikook
this kind of annoys me about jikook and have for years, like they always downplay their (assumed) friendship. if you're best friends why not act like it? like honestly. makes it hard to defend their friendship when they themselves downplay it.
in the past they’d do or say something that would make it obvious how close they are (at least good friends) but not so much these days. i’m just tired of the weirdness.
i always said (to myself) if they were acting as proper best friends at least it would be easier for me to not be delusional. but are we really expected to believe that jimin would fly to the us for jk’s debut when he didn’t have to but he can’t make it on his bday when jk is doing nothing?
and this comment is just disrespectful
jimin refusing to do a live for who knows what reason but now he wants to copy the kind of lives jk has been doing. none of this weirdness ever happens with any of the members.
if they truly regret their words and care for jimin, that's great!
i really do want more jk biased jkkers or even just jkkers that stand up for jk and don't use him as a shipping tool, but i'm not going to allow people to speak weirdly about jimin to do so.
hope you and mimi are doing well 💜
Okay, anon I feel like this ask can be answered better by mimi themselves than I, so I'm just going to redirect you to them to clarify.
@mimikoolover
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ohmygod ohmygod ohmygod it’s HAPPENING this is NOT a DRILL
anyways I’m in bed hacking up a lung and delirious on cough medicine, so this leekie reaction episode is brought to you by Rikodien, our sponser for this evening :D
saw the chapter title and instantly began mentally rubbing my hands together like a greedy little gremlin I’m so EXCITED
oh shit not the suicidal sokka era… man pls just *kachow* back together like an overstretched elastic band bc codependency is wayyyy better than this shit come on dude
okay but like… sokka taking on zuko characteristics due to zuko being out of commission was Not what I expected, and yet I cannot say it’s entirely surprising
“I’m fine” GIRL YOU ARE LITERALLY IN THE MIDST OF A MENTAL BREAKDOWN
“Sokka wouldn’t do anything to hurt anyone” AANG. AANG. PLS I KNOW YOU WANT TO SEE THE GOOD IN OTHERS AND THAT YOURE A PACIFIST BUT. A A N G.
toph my bestie, the loml, an actual angel, yes INDEED why DOES sokka want to murder quon surely there’s a REASON
uh-oh.
not the zuko situation… rasu baby pls hold strong I Cannot have you being captured
aang. it’s times like these where I have to take deep breaths and remember you are 12 years old bc otherwise I will SCREAM
actually side note, but I would be really interested to hear 1. your feelings on iroh 2. your feelings on iroh IN THIS FIC, bc I personally am not a huge iroh fan for a multitude of reasons (sorry not sorry) so I wanna know how I’m supposed to read him in this universe (also just love hearing your thoughts and opinions but also no I don’t we’re divorced shut up)
thank GOD general how has some brain cells fr
suki is the real mvp of this chapter, she has the patience of the saint I honestly could never. FINALLY THE TRUTH YAYYYYY IM OH SO HAPPY TO HEAR SOKKA FINALLY TELL THE TRUTH
goddammit. why are they teenagers the emotions are just always so HIGH ugh I hate hormones. suki was doing so well ;-; (I don’t blame her or anything but DUDE COME ON)
aang and sokka friendship >>>>>
FUCKINF FINALY SOLKA IS GOONG TO ZUKEO OMGBG
ykw I’m just gonna leave those typos. I think they accurately convey my excitement.
sreedie. istg if pt 1 of the zukka reunion is sokka just WATCHING THROUGH A WINDOW IM GOING TO MURDER YOU
oh thank fuck he’s through the window. love you sreedie <3
not iroh just observing sokka go feral as a picture of absolute passivity lmao
okay I know this is a serious moment but I’m really enjoying the liab trivia night that sokka is hosting rn
I am actually,, extraordinarily pleased with how this chapter went. so uh.. no notes (ignore the several hundred words of notes above)
my heart was POUNDING and now I need to rest and recover. love ya sreeds <3
LEEKIE YOURE SICK?!?! (It’s been like almost two weeks so I hope you’re better) the audacity.
I think it’s hilarious how much of a reaction that title got heheeeee I’m funny.
Sokka spent 90% of RIA trying to get Zuko to stop doing what Sokka is spending 100% of ITF doing lol. It’s called progression damn it
Oh gosh my thoughts on Iroh? I don’t know where to start. I kind of want you to read Iroh how you want in this fic & see if you can figure out my feelings about the man from that? Hmmm? Call it… playing hard to get ;) ((just because we’re divorced doesn’t mean we can’t still play games))
Some people were mad at Suki for leaving after Sokka told her everything but seriously she is like what? 16??? Lied to & manipulated by someone she cared about & then told pfft there’s someone else. Nahhh girls allowed to have hurt feelings & she is allowed to want to bitch slap Sokka for that. (Just because Sokka is hurting doesn’t mean he gets to hurt others sorry buddddddyyy)
Hahaha Sokka did a really good job being there for Zuko but a terrible job keeping their closeness a secret haha: <3
LEEEEEKKKKKIIIEEEEE ok I don’t love you because you’re a lightbulb smashing ex wife but I do hope you’re feeling better & if now I’ll toss some soup through your window <3 (ok I still love you byyeeee)
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roobylavender · 1 year
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Hmm I was thinking about something and it has to do with Bruce and Barbara and Jason and that whole little circle of what they see or feel about Bruce and to me it’s complicated because I guess I do see them at looking up to Bruce and then of course that changes for two different reasons. Like Barbara bitterness towards Bruce at the beginning comes from what was written in the Killing Joke and then of course there is whatever is written later between Jason and Bruce but like for me it’s hard to like.. like I love that Bruce who was these things that Talia saw in him but then like how do get that writing with this other type of writing without like diminishing the agency of those characters as well. Like I’m saying this as someone who loves Barbara Gordon but who also equally loves Bruce and sees how Bruce is written to be this type of character when Barbara and others are involved. And even so I can blame so many things oh like Jason’s death and then what happened to Barbara playing an impact on so much of who Bruce later becomes but even there like Jason and Barbara would feel that loss of that Bruce and probably would be tied in some way to that and what happened to them. Idk I feel like I had better thoughts about this the other day but I just remembered I had wanted to send you an ask about it because like there is something there. Like I love the issue when Barbara was Batgirl and she wants to quit and Bruce tells her she shouldn’t and later he says something about a pawn turning into a queen or like when Barbara is speaking to Superman and tells him that Bruce isn’t as dark and everybody makes him out to be. And like there is something deeper there too with Jason and Barbara and Bruce and that little circle. Like I don’t think I ever seen anybody ever talk about what Jason and Barbara would respond to each other towards their view of Bruce.
i cannot remember if this is an old ask that got buried or a newer one so if it's the former i am so so sorry for not getting to it sooner but YES.. it's very interesting how everyone talks about jason's death (and barbara's paralysis by extension) being the big game changer for bruce's personality despite the fact that it's allowed modern writers to sort of retroactively make it to where bruce has always been this way rather there being an acknowledgement that bruce changed and lost a part of himself that was there prior. like in the morrison era esp it's hammered in repeatedly that bruce is neurotic and obsessive to the point of harmful alienation of his own child but the contentions with bruce's reaction to jason and barbara are so isolated from the actual main storylines that there's this.. disconnect? and i don't think we ever get enough of an acknowledgement that the way bruce acts now is in part a result of fears exacerbated by what happened with barbara and jason. that was more a feature of 90s bruce's development and what i think made the grant era of comics so compelling bc (for whatever character assassination jason underwent along the way) there was a constant emphasis on bruce's decline as a result of that trauma and sense of failure and with knightfall esp (and later the rucka arcs) always an inkling of hope that bruce could come back to who he used to be if he tried to process his trauma properly and unburden himself from working selfishly
but yeah in addition to that there really is so much lack of perspective from characters who know what bruce used to be like before everything changed and besides dick and talia who else could be more crucial to that? obv it would fall to jason and barbara and doubly so with their particular traumas, so the fact that writers have never tried to connect them to each other and to bruce in that manner is incredibly puzzling. i honestly think barbara just got really unlucky bc by the time jason came back into comics her prominence had began to decline so we missed out on that sweet spot in time where barbara and bruce's close friendship was more highlighted and might have played a bigger part in jason's return had it been timed earlier than it actually was. like barbara was the only person other than alfred that bruce had left after jason died! dick was gone and had his own life, talia was in a period where she barely came into contact with bruce and they were already strained bc of what happened with damian, bruce's relationship with gordon was steadily deteriorating, etc. even before jason died barbara was the one still operating in gotham alongside the two of them like she was there she knew bruce's face before it all crumbled to pieces she was literally his best friend in the 90s so why that all of faded over the years is so.. so.. likejtglkdfhgdf god it's incredibly frustrating
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bucketsofmonsters · 2 years
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happy 21st!! i hope you have a wonderful day bc u deserve it! your writings are so brilliant and provide me much comfort <3
if ur still taking reqs (absolutely no pressure to fulfil this!), could i maybe ask for a little something where reader and subject 251 settles into domesticity?
Thank you so much, I really appreciate it!! Here's some domestic fluff for ya :)
You’d moved around a lot in the past few years. It was safer that way, especially right after you’d left. But now, as things settled down, so had you. 
You cracked open the door of your little cabin and called out, “Hey bud, I’m home,” despite the fact that you were fairly certain he had already been alerted to your presence. 
You didn’t see him but you knew he’d show up soon, he never kept you waiting for long.
You cleared some of the knicknacks off of the table to make yourself some room. Your house was full of the things. He’d become obsessed with collecting stuff. You couldn’t blame him for wanting things that were his own decorating his space after so long in that white room. Besides, it made it feel like a home.
On the newly created empty counter space, you dropped the grocery bags you had hanging on your arms and turned to see him watching you expectantly, having approached completely silently. He’d accidentally jumpscared you a few times when you’d started living together but now you were more accustomed to him just appearing behind you. 
“This should last you about a week,” you said, gesturing to the grocery bag that had the raw steaks in it. 
You knew it would last him longer. He was eating less of it than you knew he should be but you didn’t question where he was getting the rest from. Some questions you’d rather not know the answers to. And besides, you got a place near the woods for a reason.
Other than for hunting, he needed the space. There was nowhere else he could go without causing some massive freak outs and you wouldn’t keep him cooped up like he’s been for so many years. 
A yawn overtook you, the exhaustion hitting you as you arrived in the comfort of your home. 
You were always tired when you got home, work was too long and you could still feel some of the effects of working in the lab. Finding a job alone had been hard, you didn’t know what to put on your resume. “Took care of secret monsters for years?” It wasn’t exactly an easy sell.
He’d made it his own personal mission to take care of you the second you got home each day. 
You had a few mattresses pushed together on the floor that you collapsed onto. A massive bed was on your list of things to buy now that you had a home that felt at least semi-permanent but until then, this was the best you had. He was more than content with sleeping on the floor and you were rarely allowed to sleep on anything but him. 
Not that you were complaining, he was warmer and softer than any blanket you’d ever encountered before. 
Your eyes were closed but before long you felt him press his forehead to yours for a moment before pulling away. 
“Long day?” he asked.
“Just happy to be home.” you replied as you cracked your eyes open to watch him grab something off of the table. 
He dropped some warm bread into your lap before curling up next to you. 
He wasn’t great at making food but he tried his best. He was built for bigger actions, for running and hunting and not for dealing with ovens so it wasn’t the easiest. 
He always made sure you had something, though. Originally he’d started bringing you dead animals but he’d dropped that pretty quickly after noting your less than positive reactions. Even so, he was insistent on providing food for his mate, even if that meant having to learn how to use a microwave. 
As you started to get settled in, you realized your sleep-addled brain had forgotten another very important thing that was sitting in those bags. 
You jolted up and ran over, searching through them. 
“You’re never going to believe what I found,” you called back. 
His head quirked to the side curiously and you quickly hid the present behind your back. 
You lived in a pretty small town known for cryptid sightings. It was very convenient, a nice way to explain away any sightings that occurred. Besides, people claiming to have seen a monster in these woods happened a couple times a week, it raised significantly fewer alarm bells than a monster sighting anywhere else would. 
There were plenty of tourist traps and gift shops, mostly touting merchandise of bigfoot, a little mothman here and there, but on your trip to town today you’d found a few lone werewolf plushies that reminded you of someone. 
You pulled it from behind your back with a flourish. “Tada! It’s a little mini you!”
This did not seem to clear up any confusion. “Why do you need a small me?”
“For hugging, mainly. Besides, I think he’s cute. Well, I think you’re both cute.”
You couldn’t imagine cute was a word that many people had used for your wolf-man before but you meant it wholeheartedly. 
He laughed but you could tell he was a little flustered. “You’re ridiculous.”
You settled back into bed, curling around your new favorite stuffed animal as your monster curled around you. “Maybe. You still love me though.”
You felt the rumble of agreement in his chest as you nodded off, safe and content in his arms.
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winderlylandchime · 6 months
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I swear i thought i replied to some of your questions a few days ago but i’m starting to think that I might’ve forgotten to and now i feel bad. But to summarize it: When we first started watching, he thought that Gale looked a little bit like Ashton Kutcher (but older version) and it was the funniest thing ever to me. He did only talk about it in the pilot though. Btw I am more and more tempted to later on give him Gale’s out of the box interview to watch. Or Randy’s podcast. He has been asking me about the actors a lot lately and if they still act and where are they and if theyre all still friends and I’m avoiding answering because well, one of them abandoned his podcast and the other one we dont even know if he’s still alive until we get a new photo. But I do wonder how he will react when he finds out Gale is straight ngl because right now he fully thinks Gale is gay irl.
Also yes, he has been going on and on about Brian’s growth and how he’s changed since he clocked it around 4th episode. He is so happy that he’s growing and allowing himself to be happy and in love even if he doesn’t want to admit it, that i just know the second 5x01 will start, he will have a mental breakdown and it will be very valid of him.
Your celebrities/therapist story actually made me curious now because how can a celeb that is well known, even get a therapist then without weirdness. I had no clue this was kind of a thing. And yes! My brother would absolutely launch into a discussion about Gale without shame, he’d have pictures and everything ready for it. I mean his confidence when it comes to talking to literally anyone about anything in his life (usually interests and shit he’s done thats funny to him or in this case the show) is impressive as fuck but also for an innocent bystander like me? actually a nightmare to be around that. He truly doesn’t give a single fuck and has zero shame and all the confidence in the world and idk how he does it. He just tells anyone who will listen (not in a trauma dumping type of way but like his interests and such? No shame) to give an example: when he was in high school he made an entire poster presentation for his class to talk about his love for the movie School of Rock and HE DID IT BY SINGING A FAKE ROCK N ROLL SONG (id give anything to remember the lyrics). Mind you, the presentation was supposed to be about current events in politics/world and School of Rock came out like a year or two prior. So you best believe he would do the exact same for Gale or more importantly QAF/Brian/Britin. And as someone who does shy away from talking about qaf just because it is a lot, he on the other hand truly gives zero fucks. Because when we started watching the show, he was fully explaining to the nurses/doctors/anyone that listened(our parents!!!) about how the show is AND HOW BRITIN MET! He TALKED ABOUT THE RIM JOB! I NEVER EVEN FUCKING TOLD YALL THAT! HE TALKED TO OTHER HUMANS ABOUT THE RIM JOB! AND HE WAS FULLY EXPLAINING IT bc he was shocked and surprised at how they filmed it and couldn’t figure out if that meant gale really did do it or not. So if you ever feel like maybe you’ve overshared about something you like and it keeps you up at night. Fear no more because my brother has for sure shared even more and has zero regrets about it.
It is hard to believe Gale is straight because he is that good of an actor and just went fully into the role and really thought deeply about who Brian is. Ugh it hurts my heart to think about just because it’s so full of appreciation for Gale and Randy.
I think you could show him any media that was released while the show was airing. But maybe avoid anything more current? Until he’s done and his heart is broken. He is going to be so upset by all the back pedaling in s5. Which is the correct reaction.
(I kinda love how as a fandom we’re like this is on the writers because Brian would never. Justin would never.)
I have a specific approach I take when I have celebrity clients and I think I could be a therapist to someone I’m a casual fan of. I could never be a therapist to someone I’m actively in a fandom for. I would have to leave the fandom, for starters.
HE TOLD PEOPLE ABOUT THE RIMMING SCENE!?! Oh my god. Anon you have to at least have him listen to Randy’s podcast episode about bottoming where he essentially said that Justin was too naive to do any prep and therefore someone experienced would have never rimmed him without making him at least shower first.
However I will feel so much better about over sharing now. Because holy shit I’ve never overshared like that.
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dancedance-resolution · 6 months
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job & gender thoughts
i have just realized that a lot of the issues i’ve had at work regarding appearance are all just gender lol. first it was my scrubs fitting like shit, and it was resolved when emi gave me her old scrubs, “girl why were you hiding that figure!”. then my hair looking like shit bc i never do anything with it. then my lack of makeup. and today when emi asked if i wanted to be a “model” for laser leg hair removal and was astonished i turned down what is equivalent to a ~$1.5k series of services…. she asked why and i said some old catholic hang ups which is honestly fucking hilarious looking back but like. yeah. idk why it’s taken me 3 months here to connect the dots that it’s all gender lol
i do enjoy femininity in myself, and i fucking loved it when i was dating a butch. being with her made me feel so much joy and confidence with my gender and allowed me to explore femininity so much more. she’s not really relevant to this since we had broken up a month before i started this job but yeah - wait Oh i remember the point i was trying to make. so the big motivator to my thinking i was transmasc era was a reaction to how restrictive the forced femininity of existing in a catholic space felt to me. but the type of femininity forced on me back then was even very different from now. this is all appearance based, and in my old life i was allowed to not put too much effort into a feminine appearance (TO AN EXTENT) so long as i maintained other signifiers of catholic femininity.
i remember when i first started this job and emi sent out that text about how makeup etc is mandatory, i told my mom i’d quit on the spot if that was actually enforced. and i made it some principled social thing when justifying that to her lol bc even to my own self i think i hadn’t realized how gender related my opposition was.
(“ddr why does your job require makeup etc” estheticians work there and it’s essentially a beauty-making place so i understand it to an extent)
i know i’m not great at my job but i’m very fucking decent at it. i unfortunately do work quite hard. when i started i was basically just a cashier and now i am the sole ava person, sole pictures person, main phone person, and 9 times out of 10 the runner (though i am the cashier far less). i am always busy (i’ve stopped even bringing a book to work) and always working when on the clock. and emi knows this but doesn’t know this i think. today i told maddy i didn’t want to take on extra picture responsibility and i guess i/she conveyed it wrong bc then i overhear emi tell her “since when could ppl pick what to do at their job” and like first of all maddy “picks” not to do pictures or numbing bc it makes her uncomfy and i’m able to do it for her easily, and so i assumed i was allowed to “pick” not to be the picture file person bc taylor already does that as far as i know. i think i did decently explaining my actual thought process to emi but like. i feel like the difference btw how lauren is presumed competent (which she is!!!) and how i’m not presumed competent by maddy (lots of other examples of this) is very obvious to me but not emi. but maddy is emi’s source of info regarding what me and lauren do so. my mom would say i need to talk to emi directly and advocate for myself more but idk. this is just a job to me and i need to learn how to care less about what emi thinks of me as a worker lol.
but what im also getting at here - to what extent was lauren presumed competent over me bc she appears more professional. which is valid to an extent! like she is objectively more “professional” i think, but also i still don’t really understand what creates professionalism so maybe i’m wrong. but anyways - emi has had to fight me regarding my appearance etc and that’s never been the case for lauren. she has been competent appearance wise from day one, so i guess she gets subconscious presumption of competence at her job too. (which she is!! lauren is lovely and a hard worker! but objectively does way less than i do and yet maddy’s out here telling emi i don’t want to take on extra responsibility in a way that doesn’t paint me well i guess meanwhile she says to emi that lauren shouldn’t have to take on that same work bc lauren’s always busy, but she’s on her phone sometimes WHICH IS NOT A SIN TO ME but when i’m breathing wrong it’s a sin to maddy lol so. what’s going on with this lol.
so idk these are my thoughts. what have i gotten out of writing this, i need to care less about work lol. way less haha. i’m not on the clock why have i spent this long thinking about work. & also maybe i need to figure out a way to convey to emi that my lack of feminine appearance isn’t motivated by me blowing off her rule but rather is complicated and hard for me lol. idk if she’ll respect that (she certainly won’t understand it lol) so maybe i don’t but yeah
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just-rogi · 1 year
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I’m fucking venting here bc I’m angry and don’t have anyone to talk to and I’m not sure if this is political correct or right or whatever but I’m fucking pissed - I’m a public school teacher who works in the inner city and this year alone there have been two shootings in my neighborhood involving students not dying school hours- and one student who went missing due to gang ties (they were found ALIVE a DAYS later) -
I’m fucking TIRED I’m FREAKED OUT and I’m ANGRY because I have to go into work tomorrow and I have to have that conversation with the kids during our SEL block because they will have questions and bc they are in middle school some will not know how to process it and will joke while others will be genuinely upset
and I feel nauseous thinking about the fact that my mother and four of my closest friends are all going through the same fucking shit as teachers at different schools right now- and my roommate who is trans- and unrelated to his identity is also kinda an asshole- has been shitting on me all night about how I’m not I’m danger like he is and how I don’t know his pain (and while I’m not making excuses I’m an openly gay teacher who works directly with the lgbt students and activly educated my kids on trans rights AND I work for a nonprofit organization that directly works to protect trans and queer rights and JUST LAST WEEK put out a video for our organization on antitrans laws - I’m not saying I fucking get what it’s like to be trans but Jesus fuck I’m fighting the fight for trans youth more than you are working at Whole Foods) why the FUCK are you quantifying suffering, why the FUCK are you lashing out at ME of all people, and why the fuck are you telling a public school teacher in inner city Boston that I have no idea what it’s like to be afraid- motherfucker I’m angry I’m sorry but why the fuck are you monopolizing suffering why do you think you have the right to talk to me this fucking way. I get you are scared but you work in Whole Foods in Massachusetts- the bluest state there is- )
there is no fucking cap on grief- sorry I’m upset at this as well but you saying it doesn’t directly effect me is just so fucking ignorant and suffering shouldn’t be quantifiable mf we are on the same fucking side why are you infighting right now (and I know this isn’t relevant and this is entirely unrelated to him being trans but god he is so fucking sexist- saying shit like I have no idea what it’s like to have my bodily autonomy at risk as if roe v wade didn’t get overturned THIS year???) sometimes it pisses me off like fucking sorry I’m being over emotional and overreacting to a school shooting as a fucking public school teacher GOD I should be allowed to be angry too in my own goddamn apartment-
you don’t get to sit on your high horse and say you suffer more than me and that I’m not allowed to be afraid ok I’m done I’m gonna go in tomorrow and make sure to hug my one openly trans kid extra hard bc I know they are suffering just like I know my roomate is suffering and needs a place to express his anger- I get I’m an easy target bc I’m a safe person to lash out at and I’m not telling anyone how to grieve and I know a lot of this is just knee jerk reaction to violence and anger- I just wish he wasn’t expressing it at the one fucking person who doesn’t deserve it, like fuck, the one thing people always say about public school teachers is that we have it TOO easy, especially the night after a school shooting
*Also fuck terfs and fuck anyone who is using a tragedy as an excuse to hate trans people*
#he keeps talking about how cis people need to do better#as if a) I haven’t talked in depth about my own gender identity and how I’m not entirely aligned with ‘cis womanhood’ as a lesbian#with a complexed identity#and b) even if I was cis (which in most cases it’s just easier to say that I am) IM THE ONE GETTING MY FUCKING BOOTS DIRTY HERE#IM THE ONE BRINGING IN BOOKS FOR MY QUEER KIDS WHEN THE LIBRARY DOESNT HAVE ANY#IM THE ONE ADVOCATING FOR CALLING OUR TRANS KIDS BY THEIR PREFERED PRONOUNS AND NAME#IM THE ONE GOING TO MEETINGS TWICE A WEEK TO ORGANIZE QUEER EVENTS IN RURAL AMERICA THAT PUT TRANS WOMEN AND DRAG QUEENS FRONT AND CENTER#IM THE ONE RESEARCHING LOCAL CIVIL RIGHTS LAWS ABOUT OUR TOWN DENYING APPROVAL FOR OUR EVENT ON THE BASIS OF CROSSDRESSING#NOT BEINF CHILD FRIENDLY (we are working on it dw we have a team on this )#IM LACING UP MY DYKE BOOTS EVERY FUCKING DAY AND SHAKING HANDS WITH SISTERS WHO HAVE WATCHED THEIR FRIENDS AND LOVERS DIE- INCLUDING#A SISTER WHO WAS AT FUCKING STONEWALL#I’m not trying to pull the whole ‘I’m gay so I get it ‘ card bc that’s not cool when cis people do that shit#but I’m a fucking public school teacher- I’m allowed to grieve a fucking school shooting FUCK#god why are you fucking quantifying suffering mf you work in a grocery store your life and the lives of others aren’t on the line daily#^^that also isn’t a dig at his work - working in a grocery store is a fine career and he deserves a living wage and dignity#but also… there haven’t been 130 shootings at Whole Foods market in 2023 alone so maybe fucking let me be angry#god#i really hope this shit doesn’t get twisted I just need to vent#if you don’t like this just block me idc I’m not fighting anymore#tw school shooting#tw gun violence#tw gun mention#school shooting
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mcgnussen · 2 years
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i’ve complained about bad vibes, but i’ve just seen everything that happened in the sprint and the reactions to it and i’m pissed. i’ve seen enough to form an opinion - and mick fans won’t like it, so if you are triggered by someone being critical of mick, please skip this post. i have not tagged it with his name for that reason and i will also put this under read more. this is a disappointed rant, so if you’d rather avoid bad vibes, please skip this.
mick is allowed to be disappointed but i think he’s too full of himself right now. like fine, be mad that you ended up behind kevin, but you had every chance to out-qualify him on friday and you didn’t, his tyres were as cold and useless as yours, but he still set a faster lap. kevin earned that position ahead of you fair and square. stop shaking your head while getting out of your car and causing a scene like a kid being told no.
first of all, i don’t understand how mick can say he’s faster than kevin with so much confidence when he was in drs range of kevin almost the entire time, while kevin wasn’t always in drs range of ocon (bc we know the alpine is seriously fast on the straights). babe, if you have drs and the person in front of you doesn’t then yes, you’ll be faster but all of that pace will vanish when you’re suddenly the one without drs. without kevin, you had absolutely no chance at defending against hamilton either, it works both ways. also, please consider that kevin was managing tyres and fuel. it was obvious that mick’s tyres were gone in the end and he could not keep up with kevin, maybe that was partly because of defending, but maybe it was also because mick went too hard too fast and fucked up his tyres. second of all, even if kevin was feeling generous and wanted to give mick that position (the position he earned in qualifying), when was he supposed to do so? perez was on both of the haas boys so fast and this was immediately followed by hamilton. kevin would have lost time and put himself at risk to give mick a shot. hell, both of them would have been at risk of being overtaken and then it would have only been 1 point to haas, given to the wrong driver considering the quali results. and no offence, mick, but it took you many laps to overtake latifi in a non-upgraded williams at silverstone, you would never have passed ocon in an alpine in a sprint race. 
sorry if i’m too hard on mick, but i’m genuinely disappointed in him right now - and also pretty pissed. like i said, it’s totally fair if he’s disappointed and wants to chat with the team. by all means, speak your mind and do that behind closed doors. look at the data and analyse if the risk of switching would have been worth it. but saying to every journalist that you were much quicker than kevin and you felt entitled to be let past in a sprint where kevin risked losing it all to do so is just not it. “i shouldn’t have been the one fighting with hamilton”. like jesus, talk about entitlement. instead of celebrating his two sprint points, kevin has been forced to defend himself in every interview. kev has literally been supporting mick through his disastrous first half of the season. having a supportive teammate willing to share everything is rare, and if mick keeps this up, i have followed kevin long enough to know that mick will absolutely lose that. if this is how mick wants to play it, there is no doubt in my mind that kev will stop being honest with him in haas meetings. and there is a big upgrade package coming soon, something mick has never experienced in f1, and something i don’t think he wants to figure out completely on his own. being supportive of your teammate should go both ways. and don’t say that mick was supporting kevin by holding back hamilton. support is given willingly and happily, support is not being in a bitter fight to keep your point.
kevin, and the haas team, has given mick so much credit for those two points and his defending was amazing, no doubt about that. i seriously cannot understand why mick doesn’t celebrate that he got to show off his defending skills instead of souring his relationship with his teammate - and possibly pissing off a team that he has no contract for next season with yet. like i’m sorry, but earning four points in a race, only two positions in front of your teammate (who didn’t pit during safety car because you were prioritised because you were ahead at that time - and who didn’t moan about it afterwards), where 6 cars dnf’ed shouldn’t make you feel that entitled.
sorry for the bad vibes, but the more i heard, saw and read about this mick-kevin situation, the angrier i became. and then to find out that kevin was not even told about hamilton gaining quickly on mick because he was not in the drs range anymore, but still seeing so many blame kevin. and then still being angry with k-mag after they were told that he straight up didn’t know until it was too late. like actually fuck off.
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