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raise your hand if you've been personally victimized by WB and Netflix 🙋🏼♀️🙋🏼♀️🙋🏼♀️🙋🏼♀️🙋🏼♀️
#me? getting more emotionally invested than i thought? more likely than youd think#like truly im over here crying over it bc im like pre mourning what the fandom will turn into#and simultaneously laughing at myself for having such an intense response#i really played me here#i really did that#i dont like change people stop it#im reserving my right to be upset and miss someone i didnt know preemptively bc youre not my real dad#believe me im making fun of myself too but like ow?????#recasting#comfy rambles#i did a rebranding for this bitch#and this is how they repay me
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I’m not rooting for Candace Owens just because she spoke out about israel and Zionists, man.
#fuck that bitch#spent over a decade dancing like a monkey for white people but now she’s trying to low key rebrand because she can’t make money off of#brain dead white people anymore#the funny thing is wp don’t stand on shit like#I wouldn’t be surprised if I saw liberals trying to stand by her side and accept her now#nvm i actually did see some 🤪#like just as long as she says things that they personally believe in then they’re fine despite the antiblackness and other shenanigans lol#it’s crazy#rambling#she’s trying to pull a Stacey dash from what it seems#twitter liberals are lifting her up just because she said that she refuses to spread islamphobic rhetoric but… um#what about all of the shit shes been saying about black people for years 🧍🏾♀️?#wp and nb liberals are so unserious bro#she was an obvious grifter#grifters don’t believe every little thing they say. they just have to say it though#and make it sound as convincing as possible so that gullible people will continue to throw their money at them#just as long as the grifters are reaffirming these stupid people beliefs the money will continue to roll in regardless of how insane they#might sound#as for that nigga Alex jones… yeahhhh. He 100% believes all of that shit 😭
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Y'know, thinking on it, directly calling her a Scourge or comparing her to one probably does piss her off; even if she doesn't show it in the moment. It's not as bad as if you called her Sonic but she ain't gonna be happy you did it.
#my kingdom ;; ooc#it is hopelessness ;; crystal#How Can I Remember ;; Crystal HCs/About#yeah this is important enough to get the hcs/about tag#like the big simsnegative will show up over her head after that-- askjdbajhdbasjh#she did not completely rebrand and become a bad bitch for nothing...
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#gonna miss the FUCK out of this url ive had it for yeeeaaars 😭😭😭😭😭#but i need to rebrand bc she's found this account once before 😔😔😔#all i did was alter the username a bit bc she didn't use tumblr anyway and wouldn't be able to track me down w the old url#but god rip she'd probably also recognize the icon too hhhhhhh#i don't even have the original image file anymore that was like 2 laptops ago 😭😭😭#i really am just whole cloth getting myself a new ass identity huh#fucking witness protection program up in this bitch
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Maybe don't say you want to eat all Zionists if you don't want to be told not to do that idk :/
(Also not that you'll care but political Zionism and the version of Zionism that just says 'Jews should be able to visit or live in the Levant since it once was our home and if nowhere else is safe for us, there at least should be' are different and saying they're deserving of equal condemnation and violence or that those people should die is kinda fucked of you)
(Also also you shouldn't get to choose who lives or who dies regardless of how bad of people they are according to you. Like idk how to explain to you that you shouldn't think the right to be alive is conditional.)
As a Muslim i obviously cannot condone eating ppl since its not halal and especially fascist lil piggies are sure to be extra haram and yucky :)). Idgaf about some version of zionism that existed at some point and meant something positive when there is a real version out there that is fucking fascist and responsible for the death of hundreds of thousands of people. N literally no one ever forbade Jewish ppl from visiting or living in the Levant. Youll be surprised to find that there were in fact many Jewish ppl living in Palestine prior to 1948, many of them immigrants from other countries. Also nice fucking job at equating Jewish ppl w zionists ya 7mar. Idgaf about what you think the rights of ppl should be that are indulging a fascist and genocidal ideology, if you dont wanna be eaten by the wolf dont be zionist, its That easy❤. And its absolutely hysterical how you fall in line w the ppl who cry that Jewish ppl are safe nowhere else, like maybe that should be fixed instead of shipping everyone off, away from the places that have been their homes for centuries, plus the fact that you are the same ppl bitching about how "israel" is surrounded by murderous Arabs who wanna toss all the Jewish ppl in the sea. Like make up your mind, cuz that doesnt sound safe to me.
Lastly whats kinda fucked is your cognitive function and ability to think for yourself, clearly. Israeli politicians and Zionists in the West literally calling to wipe Gazans off the face of the earth, using the same language Nazis did. Idk ya might wanna readjust your priorities a bit. Now you better climb a tree or smt bc the wolf is imprinted on your scent and its coming for youuu 🐺
#lol#lmao even#10000 wiped out and you got the audacity whime about the term zionism#travel back in time and off ben gurion amd theodor herzl if its such a big concern for you#whos oomf is this#pls reclaim your garbage chold
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picking up the pieces - begin again au
tw: lowkey cringe
wc: 856
ryan leonard x hughes sister au
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frankie decided she loved her life. was she manic? maybe.
she walked to class wearing a cute mini skirt feeling like that bitch. with the song rich girl playing feeling a bit main character. she wanted to look good for this class though.
it had been about two weeks since she's seen anyone. avoiding everyone she knew at all cost. she was finally going to her theater class where she sat with will, gabe, and ryan.
she's decided she hates ryan. frankie just felt like he was an asshole trying to convince everyone he was a 'nice guy' when he wasn't. honestly she was just bitter he pushed her away two weeks ago.
frankie usually didn't get rejected so when she did, she would act like they were the plague and they were the most evil person in the world. it was easier to do in her opinion.
ryan had actually been trying to see her since it happened. he had felt horrible for the way she took it. he just wanted her to know that he was in it for the long game and the serious game; a game that frankie wasn't familiar with. but alas frankie thought he was slut shaming her; something that had been haunting Ryan. he would never shame her for that kind of stuff. if anything he found it even hotter of the way she carried herself and how confident she was.
frankie opened the door to her class, running fifteen minutes late. so when the big wooden doors creaked open it caught the attention of a certain hockey trio. she decided to sit with them again due to the fact she wanted them to see she was thriving. even though her life had fallen apart she was still slaying at life. and they needed to see that.
the professor got to talking their ears off as she scrolled through Pinterest. trying to find a new way to stay interesting as she was trying to rebrand her whole life.
she ignored the worried glances each of the three boys would give her throughout the rest of the lecture, trying to desperately keep it together. the professor ended class early, so frankie tried to pack up as quick as possible hoping to not have to converse with the three boys.
"wanna go get chippers with us?" will offered to her. as if nothing happened. she eyed them before giving ryan a nasty look.
"im good, thanks." she said in a bitchy tone as she walked swiftly pass them.
ryan looked at the other two boys with a wince before grabbing his bag, chasing after her.
"frankie wait!" he called as she raced down the steps. not listening to him.
"please stop avoiding me, I never meant for you to take it that way" he said grabbing her bag. he was desperate to talk to her since he had called her, texted her, looked for her, for two weeks straight. this girl was stubborn.
"im not avoiding you, I just dont see a reason for us to all be friends anymore" she said looking at him with her head held high. trying to play a part she oh so desperately wasn't.
"dont say that, we were friends before you got with drew, remember?"
"just leave me alone! I know what you and your friends think about me. why would I want to be around that?"
"that was drew and the rest of them, it was never me, smitty, or gabe" he said reasoning with her.
"I just feel really stupid ryan. overall embarrassed. I mean you were just trying to be nice to me and I got mixed signals and tried to get with you too, no wonder you think im a whore" she said looking away.
"woah- I do not think of you like that- I tried to kiss you too. when I pulled away it was because I wanted us to kiss under way better circumstances. you dont have to be embarrassed whatsoever. its drew who should be, if anything"
"under better circumstances?" she said confused.
"well I mean- I like you. like I wanted to take you out and all that before we kissed. and to be honest, I want you to be over drew before I take you out" he said putting his hands in his pockets blushing profusely.
ryan liked me? since when?
when she had first met the BC boys she originally wanted to hook up with ryan, but he didn't look like he showed her any interest so she moved on too drew.
"I don't think your over him yet though. and thats fine, im in it for the long game and ill wait, but in the mean time I still want to be friends, I still want to see you, so please join us to chippers" ryan added on after she had looked deep in thought.
she contemplated weather joining them or not. she wss hungry. and she did love chipotle. and its not like she had any other friends.
"ill go" she said after a second as ryan grinned.
it had always been hard for frankie to keep a grudge.
"and by the way, im so over him. he gives me the ick" she said they walked towards chipotle.
"I'll believe it when I see it, princess" he said grabbing her bag.
#nhl imagine#ryan leonard#frankie x ryan#gabe perreault#nhl imagines#will smith hockey#bc hockey#gabe perreault x reader#hockey fic#hockey imagine#jack hughes x reader#quinn hughes#luke hughes x reader#hughes sister
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I have 0 clue if i sent this already but I was wondering if you're willing to write some angst with Husk post extermination with a amnesiac reader who got hit in the head somehow.
heyy, i only got this once so i think your good lol, anyway, here ya go!!
Warnings: it’s short and not proofread, i just back from rehearsals so it’s not great haha, S1 finale spoilers
Husk x Ammesiac!Reader
Post Extermination
Clink, clink, clink.
That’s the first thing you heard as your eyes fluttered open, the clinking of the nearby sink irked your headache, you attempt to sit up slightly, regaining your vision. You’re in the hotel, you knew that, but it looks so… rebranded?
You see Husk, turning off the sink as he wet a washcloth, “Sh, sh, sh.” He hushed, laying you back down, “You took a couple fucked hits after fighting that angel bitch.” He said, referring to Lute, “You were out for almost a day.” He explained as he squeezed out some extra water out of the cloth before placing on your head, moving strands of hair out of the way with his claw before he did so.
“What happened to the Hotel?” You asked, your voice groggy after an almost days worth of sleep, “It looks… different.”
“We rebuilt it.” Husk said, as he came over to the other side of the bed to sit next to you, placing his paw on top of your hand. “It got destroyed during the extermination, so…” He trailed off. Was he upset?
“Oh.” You mumbled, exhausted.
“I’ll let you get some rest.” He said, sitting up, before you pulled him down by the fur.
“No!” You blurted.
“Uh… stay?”
“Fine. Only for a bit..” He said, getting back on the bed, attempting to get comfortable.
Before you knew it, your were dozing off again, you heard a faint, gruff voice mutter to you in the distance, pecking your forehead before speaking.
“Heh, can’t even stay awake long enough to see the others again? … Rest up, doll face, you’ll be needing it.”
#reqs open#x reader#mio’s writing ! ☆#fanfiction#x y/n#x you#hazbin hotel#hazbin hotel x reader#hazbin hotel x y/n#hazbin hotel x you#hazbin husk#husker x reader#hazbin husker#hazbin hotel husker#husker hazbin hotel#husk x reader#husk hazbin hotel#hazbin hotel husk#husker
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Okay, thoughts on The Worldwide Privacy Tour:
This was a solid episode for Kyle’s character development and I really found myself being reminded of You’re Getting Old/Assburgers in the sense that Kyle, rather than Stan this time, is alienating his friends by being a downer. He’s not moping or feeling depressed, but he IS constantly bitching about stuff the other kids don’t want to hear about, and then when they tell him they don’t want to hear it, he promises to stop but immediately starts up again. I do feel bad for him, though, because Kyle has a long history of trying really hard to reach people only to have no one listen to him, especially in recent seasons when other characters have actively shut his speeches down. But at the same time, I know what it’s like to be that annoying friend and also to have that annoying friend… sometimes you just have to know when to shut up about stuff!
But whereas Stan just kind of accepts that people don’t want to be around him anymore and isolates even further, Kyle desperately tries to change himself to fit in again. This is very consistent with Kyle’s character, because historically he often goes out of his way to fit in and really lets other people’s perception of him impact his own sense of self. Butters, I think, stumbles upon this aspect of Kyle’s character accidentally and that’s why it was so easy for him to give the ol’ ‘Vic Chaos sales pitch’ about rebranding. I don’t think Butters intentionally manipulated Kyle, at least not with nefarious intentions, but I think he did see Kyle as an easy target, which he absolutely was.
The fact that Kyle so desperately wants people to like him but not really knowing how to go about it is so relatable. I loved his explanation of wanting his friends to think he’s more thick-skinned and “stronger mentally than I probably am”. He knows himself but he perceives his sensitivity as a flaw because he gets hung up on stuff and takes things too personally. His black t-shirt transformation was so cringey but that’s to be expected - like I said last week, Kyle has a large capacity for cringe! That locker leaning pose though…
Absolutely loved his final speech! “Look, we all have our faults - God knows I do” was a particularly good bit of voice acting. And the ending was super sweet, first with Kyle catching himself still caring what others think and then accepting Ike for who he is, and then with the other boys basically telling Kyle to go touch some grass in the nicest way possible. They were finally able to understand that there was something actually going on with Kyle that they could help with, but the best part is that Kyle had already solved his own problem! Sure he needs his friends too, but he was able to come to terms with himself on his own, which was great to see.
Stray observations:
Kyle saying “I’m not that outdoorsy” instead of denying being sensitive or a victim.
He WOULD call the police to file a noise complaint at 10:30pm.
“I’m carefree and unflappable!” says the LEAST carefree and unflappable person ever. But that’s the point.
Bebe continues to be my favorite girl. Butters has honestly had it coming for a while now.
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Slasher!schlatt, who doesn’t really wanna kill reader, because he’s known them since he was younger. So, when he’s chasing reader and reader falls and begins sobbing hysterically, begging for schlatt to come save them, he reveals himself as schlatt. -🪺
TRIGGER WARNING: mention of assault, mentions of murder.
I'm writing up some backstories for the slashers that I may or may not post, but here we go!
The infamous "J" was well known by the police and by the media.
That bastard took inspiration from Jigsaw and rebranded it.
Rebranded it into some shitty gimmick.
Some... shitty... terrifying gimmick.
His calling card mocked the police especially.
VHS tapes.
He was a cocky son of a bitch in them but what got to them the most was the fact that he put his face in them.
Aside for some sunglasses and a Yankees hat, the police *could not* decipher who he was because of the grainy grey-scale he had overlayed on his visage and the swirling colors in the background kept any information about his whereabouts under lock and digital key.
His voice would be deepened, but that did not hide the mocking edge to his words.
He'd read them passages from the bible, parts of the constitution, extracts from his latest reads, poems, etc.
His favorite was Ozymandias.
He would probably have been titled "Ozymandias" by investigators, but his other calling card was a simple, hand written "J" stuck to his victim's corpse's.
However, his victims weren't random. They all were people that had recently been able to evade prison sentences for heinous, unforgivable crimes. Or, they were corrupt politicians.
So, when you found yourself being hunted down by the Slasher, your mind was racing.
What had you done?
The only thing you had on your record was underage drinking a few months before your 21st birthday!
You worked at a fucking McDonald's for Christ's sake!
Maybe he was a regular?
But you could've bet money that you'd recognize him from the released tapes!
Of course you followed media about him.
It's New York City, shithead, it's gonna be global news!
Maybe the pigs might not be able to tell who it is, but you certainly could've.
Maybe you'd slagged off America too much at work and he heard you? Maybe you said something offensive about the bible or Christianity? Maybe he was somewhat of a Riddler figure - maybe he thought you dressed too "unmodestly?" Maybe... Maybe?
No more maybes! He was gaining on you, fast! You had to get out of here.
Where- where is here?
Here. The backstreets of the concrete jungle.
You wished it was more like a jungle. You wished you could camoflauge into a wall or something. You wished fire escapes were easier to climb!
*Thud*
"Ah!" You winced in pain, a sharp sting shooting up your spine from your tailbone. You really wished it was more jungle and less concrete now.
"Please! PLEASE!"
You curled in on yourself, like a singed piece of off-cut wood, baring your palms to the sky that began to weep down on you.
You clenched your eyes tight, breathing through it, hoping. Praying, that your death would be painless.
You'd seen all the autopsy reports of all of his victims, but you were hoping he might spare you. Spare you with a quick and painless death.
Praying that when you opened your eyes again, you might be greeted with all of life's questions, followed by all of death's answers.
"Toots?"
"Wh- Schlatt?"
"I- was tryin' ta walk home with ya! But ya ran away! Are- are you okay? The fuck're you doin' on the floor? Ya gonna get wet, sweetheart! Did someone hurt you?"
He picked you up from the floor, but your breath was already snatched away. You were paralyzed. From fear or from the pain still emanating from your definitely broken tail bone. You didn't know.
All you knew is that in a moment's notice, you were placing his sunglasses back on his face after he tucked them into the neckline of his shirt.
The disgust? Horror? Confusion? That filled you was almost unable to bare.
"I know, sweetheart... Look- Hey! No! None of that! Don't you fuckin' dare run away! HEY! Don't try and kick me! Just- LISTEN TO ME! Dollface," He scolded you, "Hear- Hear me out. I'm not gonna hurt ya, I'm not gonna kill ya. So, chill out."
You manage to find it in you to calm down, slightly, and for some stupid fucking reason you let him take you back to his apartment, quietly explaining on the way there.
"Ever since that scum robbed dad's business and the pigs did nothin' about it, I took shit into my own hands. Tracked 'em down. Killed 'em. Got dad's shit back. I swear on my life, I was gonna stop there. But, then I started noticin' all the corruption with these animals. They do fuckin' nothin' but sit on their asses all day, lettin' innocent civilians get slaughtered! And I wasn't gonna have it."
Once you reached his place, he took you to his bedroom.
"I especially wasn't gonna have it when ya got assaulted... I killed the guy. Couldn't sleep knowin' he was still out there, walkin' the same streets you did..."
He looks into your eyes. In searching them, you could find something you didn't think you would.
You found care. Love. In some killer's your best friend since childhood's eyes.
"Can ya find it in you to forgive me, dollface?"
...
"How the fuck did I not recognize you?!"
#jschlatt x reader#jschlatt fluff#jschlatt#schlatt#schlatt fluff#schlatt x reader#jschlatt angst#schlatt angst
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Akashi Seijuro as Captain Holt Quotes
In honor of Andre Braugher's Death. Rest in Peace Captain. These are just scenarios with captain Holt in them that I can(even just a little bit) corrate to akashi.
(The GoM after doing something stupid again .)
Aomine: "Anyone else have the weird urge to lecture themselves?"
Aomine, as Akashi: "Aomine, what are you doing?"
Akashi, appearing from behind Aomine: "Aomine, what are you doing?"
Aomine: "I conjured him."
[Akahi and Kuroko are playing chess]
Akashi: I don't know why you're so confident you'll win. You still don't even know the names of all the pieces, you dumbass.
Kuroko: Nice, but I do know the names. I've simply rebranded them. My queen is Catherine, my king is Shakespeare.
Kuroko: *picks up pawn* And this little guy is Nijimura-san. Would you be willing to murder Nijimura-san, the love of your life?
Akashi: Yes, chess Nijimura-san means nothing to me.
[I didn't know what ship to use so I went with nijiaka cause I love that ship]
[Akashi after telling the Uncrowned Kings that Mayuzumi never exsisted]
Akashi: I believe the term is uh..
Akashi:Messing with you
Kise: So, Akashicchi I have some news
Akashi: What happened
Kise: Well, remember when you told me not to burn down the gym.
Akashi: You burned down the gym??
Kise: No, Midorimacchi had the fire put out almost immediately. This is a success story
Akashi: Here are two pictures. One is your locker. The other is a garbage dump in the Philippines. Can you tell which is which?
Aomine, guessing: That one’s the dump?
Akashi: They’re both your locker.
[Kise is playing a match in the seconed string and kuroko isnt available, Akashi is not taking any chances]
Kise: “You Guys”? Midorimacchi is coming with me? Akashicchi, with all due respect, I don’t need backup.
Akashi: It’s not backup. It’s babysitting.
Akashi: When people say "good morning" they mean "hello"
Akashi: When people say "how are you" they mean "hello"
Akashi: When people say "what's up" they mean "i'm a person not worth talking to"
[Akashi describing how he felt during teiko]
Akashi: I had been sitting by the pool contentedly watching a bee struggle to avoid drowning. And thinking to myself, how I am like that bee.
Kise: Ladies and gentlemen, we are gathered here today to answer an age-old question. The question is: who here does the best impression of Akashicchi. You'll be judged on voice, body language and overall lack of flair. Everyone will perform the same scenario: Akashicchi eating a marshmallow for the very first time. LET THE Akashicchi-OFF BEGIN!
Midorima (impersonating Akashi): What is this glutinous monstrosity before me?
Aomine (impersonating Akashi): The sugar in this is quite sweet.
Murasakibara (impersonating Akashi): oooohhhh *starts giggling profusely*
Kise: That's your Akashicchi impression?
Murasakibara: I can hear him doing that.
Kuroko (impersonating Akashi): Looks like a sticky pillow.
Momoi(impersonating Akashi): I don't care for it. Classical music.
*Everybody laughs*
Akashi(entering the room): What's going on here? What are you doing?
Kise: Akashicchi, hey. Nothing, just eating some marshmallows. Care for one?
Akashi (picking one up): Marshed mellow?
Akashi: *starts giggling profusely while chewing*
Murasakibara: I KNEW IT!!!!!!
Extra Kuroko Quote:
Kuroko: "Nigou! Where is my dog?!"
Kagami: "Aren't you standing right next to him?"
Kuroko: "This bitch?? Please. Watch *kneels down* Shake, shake, pssh idiot. I know one of you took Nigou, and you did it for the sake of your sanity, but if anything happens to him, I will end you. I couldn't bring myself to neuter Nigou, but I will neuter you all."
Also:
Kuroko: "Wait a minute this isn't a vanilla milkshake. "This is a normal milkshake. And you're not Nigou. You're just some common bitch!
#akashi seijuro#raymond holt#It took me SO long to find all these quotes#Akashi and Captain Holt are two of my favourite captains in media#I think they have almost the same vibe#When Akashi is not...uh making people kneel during b-ball games#All of Kuroko's interactions with Nigou can be equated to Holt and cheddar if you try hard enough
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Rebranding The Governor
Ryan Potter is The Governor of the city I live in, he is so fucking hot I can’t even stand it anymore, and I began to fantasize about the life I could have assuring all sorts of the love and control over everything that consumes him.
One day I finally made it to being his office main assistance walking in to the room and I lock the door behind me dropping a coffee pot, a china cup which I pour into it and slip in the sugar stirring it in with the sugar and slip in a new potion.
I flip the door switch open justice in time for him to walk in to see him Ryan sits behind the desk giving it a few more stirs lifting it up to his lips and takes a few sips inhaling all of it as it drives down his throat the fumes consume him.
“What are you standing still for? Get over here already.”
“Yes boss! Can I help you?”
“Poor me another cup”
“Can’t you do it yourself “
“What did you…”
“Who’s your boss?”
“Who the hell…”
“Do I think i am?”
“Yes boss!”
“Mwahahahahaha…I’ll ask again”
“Who’s the boss?”
“You are kid”
“Give me your chair”
“As you wish”
“Sit down please”
“I have always loved you “
“Say what boss”
“I am in love with you “
“I don’t know what to say”
“Drop the attitude “
“You love me completely “
“Hey babe”
“That’s so hot”
“You are madly in love with me and are so in love with me.”
“What can I do for you?”
“Strip your clothes “
“Worship me”
His eldest son broke in to the door with gruff facial expression stomping in to the room for attention from his father only to be surprise as his dad’s closes the door behind him as he slams his fist walking behind his son and lifts him up.
The son Stephen Potter freaks up as he drops him down in utter excitement as he slamming his fist on the desk it sends a shiver down my sign but I get my thoughts together and pour him a cup of coffee as he wags his fist at me.
The father Ryan Potter slams his head in to the desk knocking him out as he falls back to the rooms floor and his feet lay on top of my foot and we proceed lifting him upward to pour the coffee down his throat as he is subjected to my whims I can see his body begins to deflate.
“It is finished Master Lawrence”
“Ok Stephen wake up “
“Uh! Who am I?”
“Rise to your feet”
“I am your everything “
“You love me”
“Madly in love with me”
“Yes! I am”
“Please use me”
“I own you “
“You are my life now”
“Join your father “
“How may I please you ?”
“Take off your clothes “
“Crawl to me”
“Yes Master”
“Master Lawrence “
“We love you “
“Undress me”
“Hold my waist “
“Use your lips, and sucks”
“Kiss me”
“Suck me off “
“Worship me all over “
“I am your core “
“Mmmmmm”
“You taste so delicious “
“Brandon! GET IN HERE NOW”
“WHAT?”
“I am your campaign manager”
“Not your assistant “
“You work for me”
“Ooooowwwww”
“Nice shot Master”
“Yeah! Sweet”
“Get him undress “
“Yes Master “
“Immediately “
“Hurry up”
“He is your campaign manager huh?”
“Yes Sir”
“Pour the coffee in his mouth”
“This is the best part”
“How?”
“So fucking sexy”
“I love this “
“Their mind fades in to a fog”
“Their cock sprang up”
“They are horny”
“Dorky smile”
“You own him”
“Kiss him “
“Master Please”
“His lips taste like cotton candy “
“Brandon babe”
“You love me with all your heart and soul”
“Master Lawrence, I accept any position you award me.”
“My personal assistant”
“Perfect timing”
“Grant meet the boss”
“Our boss?”
“It is your company “
“I am figure head “
“I don’t get this “
“Boring”
“All three of you “
“Grab him”
“No Brandon “
“Release me”
“Why do you like to be manhandle?”
“Hell no! Please release me”
“Drink this “
“Fuck no”
“Now bitch”
“NOW”
“Ok ok”
“Put him in to a knock out”
“One chop”
“Mwahahahahaha”
“Unconscious “
“Shove it down his throat “
“Want does his lips taste like??”
“Like candy”
“Yyyuuummm”
“Good choice “
“Delicious “
“It is nectar “
The end
#ian bohen#Stephen amell#brandon routh#grant gustin#hypnosis#mind control#hypno slave#reprogramming#hypno submission#china cup#magical coffee
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"Mother God," the Ultimate White Thief [ramble]
I was aware of Amy Carlson's death when it first hit the news (and subsequently AskAMortician’s YouTube channel), and I laughed and brushed it off. I so often fall into the trap of simply dismissing cult-related deaths, of thinking, ‘Well, another idiot died and it’s no one’s fault but theirs.’ But I watched the HBO docuseries and was left feeling somewhere between disappointed and pissed off at the pandering they did to these batshit, evil, and racist individuals.
FULL DISCLOSURE: I, myself, am white. If you are interested in yoga, meditation, or other non-Anglo spiritual practices, please learn them from people who belong to the culture from which they originate, and be mindful; do not appropriate from other cultures.
SECOND DISCLOSURE: This is a ramble post. These are just my thoughts and observations; I have not looked at academic literature for this post, and neither is it properly sorted. I may turn it into an actual piece eventually.
I could talk about the mechanisms of cult hivemind all I want, but something else caught my attention. I think Amy Carlson and LHW is a fantastic example of white [Conservative] women co-opting [appropriating] Eastern spirituality for their own malignant gain.
Watch this amazing, in-depth video that gives much more context and history if you don’t know who I’m talking about: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f81Az_2Fvek I won’t be discussing the history of Love Has Won; this is simply me pointing out how common it is to see appropriated Eastern spiritual principles within these Neo-Nazi white ‘spirituality’ groups and talking about why this phenomenon may be so common.
I don’t think religio-cultural appropriation is always obvious, either. Yoga is incredibly mainstream (and there’s even a massive Christian population who bitches about it being ‘demonic’), and so is meditation; but both of these have been appropriated by the Anglo world from South Asian spiritual practices (and other indigenous cultural beliefs) with zero regards to their cultural origins. I mean, think of all the little plastic dreamcatchers you can buy at the store. Think of the growing popularity of “healing crystals” and how now even stores like Claire’s and Target sell jewelry meant to balance, or heal, or ease anxiety. These practices are beautiful, complex, and meaningful--and they are now becoming mass-produced, watered down, and stolen by some of the most insidiously evil and/or stupid folk on the internet.
Conspirituality is the term for this. Not the appropriation, but the mixing of it with a conspiratorial obsession with alternative beliefs, big government conspiracies, paranoia, 5G, aliens building the pyramids, you name it. It’s especially dangerous when white people are the perpetrators--now, not only do you have someone stealing from another culture and using those cultural practices to actively harm others, but this person, in their whiteness, now has social power over the oppressed groups who actually own these practices. And it gets rebranded as “new age spirituality.” The new age spirituality provides a sense of community and panders to the Covid fears -- and pre-existing racism and antiSemitism -- and provides someone, or something, to blame. Thus we begin heading towards the antiSemitic point of no return. “We declare peace on earth” my ass.
And obviously, Love Has Won is guilty of all of this and more. If you’re familiar with Amy and LHW, then you’re probably already aware of the time she went to Hawaii and then claimed she was [Tutu] Pele, the Hawaiian goddess of volcanoes and fire, and the creator of the Hawaiian Islands. She is clearly not afraid to appropriate whatever indigenous culture she can in order to build her facade of being a god herself, and it’s specifically her whiteness (and perhaps schizophrenia and plenty of drugs) that emboldens her. This just scratches the motherfucking surface.
Here, Amy takes credit for her Chakra system ‘cleansing’ sessions (which may or may not include poisoning yourself with colloidal silver). Further down the document, she mentions opening your third eye. Zero mentioning of the true origin of these practices, nor their cultural weight.
This is the third page of her “5D Healing Guide” document. Not only is she claiming Chakra knowledge and healing crystals, but . . . I mean, come on. You can’t use Sanskrit and then claim the fucking practice. Also, nowhere on her websites nor ‘guides’ includes the Sanskrit words for the Chakras.
Like I said before, this shit is dangerous. The watering down of these beautiful spiritual practices and then subsequently claiming and disfiguring them is almost always tied to Neo-Nazism, QAnon conspiracy theories, and a rejection of common-sense medical philosophy. Why do white women in particular so often fall into this wellness-to-Nazism pipeline, even if they weren’t overtly racist before? It’s because these white folk will always fall into the comforts and power of white supremacy; and make no mistake: much of this ‘mystic spirituality’ is white supremacy. The power to take from cultures and claim it as your own -- and the immunity to criticism -- is also white supremacy. White supremacist spirituality isn’t just a spiritual belief, either; it’s a thriving market that is powered by racism and medical Orientalism.
But still, why? ‘Buddhism and Whiteness: Critical Reflections’, edited by George Yancy and Emily McRae, has a wonderful chapter [titled ‘The interdependence and emptiness of Whiteness’ by Bryce Huebner] which discusses the emptiness and fragility of whiteness, the teachings of Buddhism, social castes, and their interconnectedness. Whiteness has no connected culture; it is a feeble social category. What ethnic culture do white Americans belong to? Most cannot name one. Rather than connecting with their ancestral cultures, white Americans often choose to steal from others which are closer, and those from which they have the power to steal from.
And, as I’ve made abundantly clear by now, this is exceptionally dangerous. White wellness culture so often leads into the paranoia, the distrust, and feeds off of the pre-existing racism that is ingrained into every white American.
“It’s the same thing with the Jews. It’s like Hitler knew the truth…” (said by Ashley Peluso). They explain that the dark forces conspiring against them, the ‘Cabal,’ don’t have souls. This is rhetoric that has excused entire genocides of people. Have you seen ‘NPC’ dramas in spiritual circles? This is that cranked up to the max.
A bunnnnch of antiSemitic bullshit. The ‘Cabal’ is a common QAnon talking point; the Cabal are members of a Satanic, baby-eating, pedophile ‘deep state’ (and Donald Trump will save humanity from them??). Who is the deep state, you might ask? Well, usually it’s Jewish people.
“Hitler didn’t want to go into the same banking system as the cabal. He didn’t want to join their mafia, so they took him out and they blamed him. They are the ones who bombed the concentration camps, created dysfunction, lied, faked the numbers, they did it to themselves and blamed it on them just like they lie about Trump.” Those are the words of Ashley Peluso. It always, always, always comes back to hating Jews. In other videos, she claims that Black people are “out of control” because of Jewish “programming.”
Jason Castillo, the co-leader of LHW, is also on video saying the N-word repeatedly. He says, “There’s nowhere to hide, cockroach. A [N-word]. That’s what a cockroach is. An [N-word].” Love Has Won members also subscribe to the “All Lives Matter” BS, and claim that BLM is a ‘cult.’ How ironic.
And I won’t even get started on the racism of believing aliens built the fucking pyramids.
And, finally:
I don't doubt it.
#amy carlson#love has won#cult#religion#appropriation#cultural appropriation#ramblings#rambles#rant post
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Hello how are you? I don't know if you see the picture that Jensen shared for 4th July in Instagram I wonder your opinion
I don't follow Jensen on Insta but I did see the pictures via my friends.
Jensen looks awful tired and disconnected for someone who was on vacation and Elta looks smug and she is whoring him out as her prize, as always. That woman truly is incapable of love. At least, he has children that can love him unconditionally not as a prize, tropy, sex symbol, status symbol and all that nonsense.
Professionally, I would advise against posting family pictures on an account that is meant to promote his brand and types to his buyers. The more he does that the more he is diluting his already badly branded image. He is going to end up like Elta, uncastable. If you want to be seen as the top tier actor then act like one and be professional. Buyers care about your acting skills, types, professional knowledge and you being a trusthworthy professional. Actors who make amateur like posts end up looking like the wannabes they are. Look at Danneel, her career ended the moment she fakely tried to rebrand herself from the bitch/other woman to "mom of Jensen Ackles' babies". Casting didn't buy the image at all and her roles dried up fast. Not that she ever had any actually relevant roles to begin with. She's what lead actors call and extra lol In other words, she has about as much charisma as sandpaper.
Note for Jensen: Next time you want to sell fake happiness please make an effort, as an actor, to actually look like you are happy and in love otherwise people will just see things for the attention seeking desperate actor antic they are. 🤦🏼♀️
The Ackles lack class, chemistry and, most importantly, credibility.
I hope Jensen gets some actual rest at some point because he looks exhausted around his own family and that's just sad on every level.
My overall impression is that Jensen needs to get a clue about his image, direction and industry or he will end up as an extremely forgettable "actor". He will end up like Elta who is now relying on the fact that she is sleeping with Jensen to further her "producer" career. 🤣🤣🤣🤦🏼♀️
I'm very creeped out by their dynamic, sorry, anon, that's probably not what you wanted to hear. I am unimpressed by his lack of savvy when it comes to his own industry and there is something fishy about him I can't put my finger on. He is trying waaay too hard, perhaps covering something up? One thing's for sure, casting will not be impressed. They aren't looking for regular joes with families who go fishing, they are looking for capable, trustworthy leading men who are dedicated to their craft. Jensen needs to establish himself as that and only after make a few ON BRAND family posts, if he feels he absolutely must. An actor is a product and ruling people's fantasies is important, the more he signals "daddy day care with boring wife" the less attractive he will be to his buyers and to the people who create stars.
Seriously, this goes for all of us. Define what your objectives are and make your posts relevant to you being the person that embodies those objectives. If you must have a personal account then make it super private. Even company recruiters nowadays check everything online. Be smart. Brand yourself, stay constant and professional and watch opportunities open up. The people who are looking for your talents and skills are not looking to marry your family or join your drunken escapades with friends, they are looking to learn who you are, what you are about, how good you are at what you do and how trustworthy you are so please, keep your image clean and think of yourself as a product that can bring value to people because that's true, you have a lot to offer, you just need to showcase it more. 🧡 Family pictures are lovely but there's a right way to do things and then there's the layman, amateur way that will only end up diluting an actor's brand and types. Same goes for regular accounts, you can post about your family if that's what you are all about but it needs to be on brand and authentic.
I will never state this enough but as an actor you are not a regular person so please stop acting like one on social media, you are diluting your star power and castability. I know it's a hard truth to hear but people don't tune in to television to see regular people and regular drama, they can find that at the street corner. They tune in to see expectional people overcoming exceptional odds. If you've chosen a career path that involves YOU being the core image then be faithful to that and stop diluting your brand.
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DONE
Note: Due to the rampant uprising of plagiarism on this site and others I am stating once and once only that this is my ORIGINAL work. If I find out that you have stolen/taken any part of my work I will handle you and the situation the way I see fit.
None of the pics or gifs I use belong to me unless stated otherwise. Full credit goes to the originators of said gifs and pics.
A/N: Be gentle with me yall lol. I'm rusty and this is my first story back after basically rebranding my blog. Hope yall enjoy.
Trigger Warnings: Mentions of miscarriage
Length: 1,133 words
Genre: Angst
Jaela was beyond done. This man had embarrassed her for the last time. She stared at herself in the mirror and couldn't help but be disappointed in herself for how her life turned out. How did she get here? When did she become this woman? After leaving her bathroom she walked out into her living room where 6 large boxes sat, full of her ex's things. Yahya Abdul Manteen II. The man who's responsible for the cold heart that now sat inside of Jaela's body. When she went to see him on set she heard him fucking another woman in his trailer. She was there to surprise him, only for her to be the one getting surprised. She left quietly, making sure none of the other cast and crew or his team saw her. She vowed that this was the last time she'd stand by while he cheats. She was over his constant infidelity and she hated that after each time he'd given himself to another woman, she'd take him back after his broken promises to do better. So she did what she had to do. She ghosted him. It'd been almost 2 weeks of him calling and texting non-stop. He even had his friends and his mother calling her. The only person she communicated with was his mother. She was the one who introduced them and she was disappointed in her son but had hope he and Jaela would work it out..
“So he’s convinced that you’re cheating on him and that’s why you’re not talking to him. Asked me to call and spy on you.” His mom spoke. She chuckled a bit remembering how desperate Yahya sounded.
“Well that’s rich coming from him. He fucks anything with legs and he’s worried that I’m sleeping with other people?” Jaela replied. She knows she's supposed to respect her elders but she was thrown off by his audacity.
“What are you going to do? Don’t you think he deserves to know that you no longer want to be with him?” She asks.
“Are you fucking kidding me? I know that's your son and I'm sorry for all the cussing. But you need to ask his trifling ass did I deserve to know he wanted to fuck other women before he decided to cheat! I would have rather he dumped me first but noooooo he wants to have his cake and eat it too. I’M FUCKING DONE!!!!” Jaela yelled. She hung up on her then resumed her packing.
She managed to fill a couple more boxes and put them in the living room with the others. She popped open a bottle of Stella Rosa Black and got the largest glass she could find. She filled it a bit over half way and started chugging her wine like it was water. Before she could finish off her glass, she heard a knock at the door. When she peeked through the peephole, she was disgusted. She opened the door without a word and let Yahya walk in.
“Well hello to you too. Mean ass. And here I am thinking you're sick or some shit.” He said.
“Boy, why are you here? I know you’re dumb, but you’re not that dumb.” Jaela snarked. She hated how smug he looked and wanted to wipe that shit right off of his face.
“Awww baby don’t be like that. I entertained this bratty shit for 2 weeks. It’s time for me to come back home.” Yayha teased.
“Home? And what bills do you pay my nigga? Cuz last time I fucking checked, I pay all the bills in this bitch. You need to leave. I told your ass I was done and meant it. So get all of this shit outta my house or I’m donating it to the Good Will.” Jaela yelled. He looked at her like she lost her damn mind. Ain’t no way this bitch just talked to him like that, he thought. He walked up on her and yoked her up, applying pressure to her upper arm.
“See, I know you don’t think I was just gonna let your ass walk away like that. Did you really think you were gonna dump me in a text and I wouldn’t pop up on your ass? What? You mad cuz I fuck other women from time to time? So the fuck what. You knew what you were getting into when you got with me. I love you and I come home to YOU! Yet you trying to leave ME?! Bitch I should have left YOU, especially after you killed our baby. But no, I stayed with you. Just like you stayed with me after all those other times.You wanna break up, fine. But just remember, no one will love you like I do.” Yahya seethed. Jaela promised she was done shedding tears over this man but at the mention of the son they lost, her eyes watered. She remembered that day. The ride to the hospital, hearing the news. She even remembered him blaming her for the loss and she got angry.
“FUCK YOU! I lost our child because of YOU! You stressed me out with your bullshit and our son paid the fucking price. And I’m glad no one will love me the way you did because that shit isn’t love! I fucking HATE you and I wish I never met you. You’ve fucked me up so bad in the head. For 3 years I let you ruin me and break me down. But no more. NO FUCKING MORE!” Jaela fumed. She’d had it with him. The fucking audacity of this piece of shit. He had never seen her this angry and he didn’t know what to do.
“Baby I-”
“Get the fuck out!” She sighed after calming herself down. She was exasperated and beyond exhausted. All she wanted to do was get her living room cleared out and try to enjoy the rest of her night.
“You not giving my shit away, Jaela.” He warned. She looked at him and laughed. He was taken aback but let it go.
“All of that and you’re worried about all this materialistic ass shit? Oh baby don’t worry, I’ll make sure your precious items make it back to you safely. Just leave.” She said, as she watched him walk out the door, she collapsed on the nearest sofa and let out a long shaky breath. In a way she felt relieved. On the other hand she felt heartbroken at the deterioration of her relationship. Yahya was the man she called her forever and he ruined that. She also held herself accountable for all the bare minimum things she accepted out of her fear of loneliness.
But tomorrow is a new day and it’s time for her to begin her healing.
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rowan shouldn’t have been the one to find you, but he does.
careful with his movements now, while the glass makes that funky crackling noise under his shoes that would normally itched your brain just right. but the bottle in your hand, held against your head, has long since gone warm.
and you’re mad. sad. hurt, sore, scratchy throat and bottled rage and you want to scream all over again, yet you don’t know if you have it in you anymore. it all left you, all that real, raw feeling, when seven slammed the door behind him.
you’re an asshole and a shithead and the worst person in the world. voting no didn’t count for shit and you’ve lost your fucking other half.
so rowan walks in where he shouldn’t have. crouched down where seven would normally be. invading that space like on a whole other level. don’t open your eyes, don’t look at him, there’s mascara fucking up your tears and if you look, you’ll say.
nothing, really.
“jen, i’m sorry. i’m so fucking sorry.”
bite down that bile. that angry, broiling bile, that wants to tell him to shove his apology up his ass. grind your back teeth as you finally spare a look out the corner of your eye.
fuck, you think. my contacts. all messed up from all the eye rubbing you’ve been doing. somewhere in the back of your head now probably, just floating there. gotta fix that. gonna hurt in the morning.
maybe there’s something on your face, with how rowan settles now, rocking back on his feet until he’s landed, pulling his knees against his chest. still looking at you. can’t make out his face because you can’t see for shit, and seven had your spare contacts and glasses in his jacket, and he’s fucking gone, and you’re out here, crying your goddamn eyes out and—
breathe, girl, breathe. gotta treat yourself like a fucked up horse. in through the nose, out through the mouth.
“i—i just… it’ll work out, i know it will.” with the way he says it, it’s like he’s trying to convince himself. but he voted yes, and you voted no, so guess who threw his hat in the wrong ring. “we’ll get our shit together and smash out some new songs, revamp ourselves. relentless caller to—two point oh.”
“he chose that name. we need to rebrand.” god, you sound like shit. croaky and hoarse but it gets the message across. “can’t use his fucking name.”
“i mean… you came up with it too, right?”
something in the way rowan says that, like it is a harmless question. sure, hell, they both came up with the name. jennifer and seven, off to take over the goddamn world. scared shitless at sixteen by some telemarketer with perfect timing during a horror movie marathon. but it’s that niggling, itching thought. bubbling over. “kick him out the band, steal his name? was that the plan?”
“jen! you know that’s not true!” arguably, that shock was real. but you can’t see it, so who’s to say.
“could’a convinced me.” god, warm beer is gross. matches everything else about you. so much mascara on your hands. eugh.
“i am so sorry, seriously, i didn’t—we didn’t think he would take it that hard, i mean, he had to have known it was gonna happe—”
you don’t quite recall throwing the bottle, just seeing it shatter into a million pieces as it hits the brick fence. sway to your feet, and you are. a shithead. an asshole. a bitch and a liar. you are the worst person in the world but you stare down at rowan, in that moment, and sure. your heart was broken into more pieces than that bottle, and you’ve spent the last few hours going over it all in your head.
but,
“don’t. you fucking. dare.”
“hey, jen, come on—“
“no, rowan. don’t you dare say that shit to me. what we did to him? what we did to seven? i will never forgive myself for it. so you better take that back, and you better make this shit,” a point now, to the finger he’s sporting, with that goddamn logo staring up at you, “worthwhile. or i am done.”
because, as you turn, you remember. it’s the way it all came down, drowning out your ears. how they tried to convince you, really tried. how your voice appealed more, and how you were more palatable. seven was too hit and miss and people wanted you, not him. a mix of pleasantries and backhanded compliments.
the party stopped somewhere between the screaming and the crying. people had long since filtered out, and those who remained were sitting in awkward drunk silence. watching you, as you stumbled through, throwing back a red cup of something that burns all the way down. two — no, three — more beers.
you’re gonna drink and maybe litter on the way home. and cry and wail and sing at the goddamn top of your lungs. tempted to stand under his window with a boombox that you don’t have.
the beer tastes gross. you manage to rub one of your contacts back around. but your feet carry you home, because someone has to be sad and responsible. and your key clicks in place, no one else is home, but there’s that stupid keychain he bought you, and it’s his posters on your walls, and his shirt that you sleep in.
and you think you deserve this, this fucked up reality where you won’t be able to really ever leave it behind.
after all, you may have voted no. but you never considered walking at the first suggestion.
#infamous if#oc: jennifer lamb#c: rowan hart#post: fanfic#semi-charmed life played while i wrote this lmao
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wip wednesday
i was not tagged by anybody but because i have finally been given permission to talk about my steddiebang project, i'm goddamn gonna.
RULES
Post up to five (5) filenames of your WIPs; not titles, file names.
Post a snippet from one of them. Snippet must be words you wrote in the last 7 days. We’re posting progress here. This is an opportunity to flex your steddiebang - DO THAT.
After you’ve posted, people can send you an ask with one of your file names. You must then write 3 sentences in that file.
That’s it! You can invite others to join in or just post.
*Optional: Respond the the ask with the lines you wrote. (This is me holding myself accountable honestly)
WIPS - all my file names already have titles
batter up! (steddiebang!!!)
greatest hits (final update forthcoming... at some point...)
for the bit (fake dating au, currently going thru a full rebrand)
Early in the week, Wrigley Field welcomes the press for interviews about their upcoming games, the spring season now well underway, and a reporter from ESPN actually has the nerve to ask Steve about it.
“Yeah, of course I’ve listened to it,” Steve tells her, forcing a smile. “Eddie and I graduated high school together. He’s really made a name for himself, huh?”
“Well, you do know what the rumor is, don’t you? It’s been all over Reddit all week.”
Of course Steve knows what the going rumor is. It’s him, he is the rumor. He puts on his best doofus expression. “No, I hadn’t heard. I don’t spend much time online these days.”
He waits for her to say it, for the ESPN reporter he once went down on in the locker room after everybody else went home for the night to tell him that he is the subject of even more gay rumors, less than a year after he’d been caught fucking a teammate in the very same locker room where he fucked her.
What’s her name again…? Shelby? Sara? Samantha? Steve can’t fucking remember. She doesn’t say it, though; she puts a finger to her earpiece and smiles once again at the camera.
“Looks like that’s all we have time for,” she says instead. “This is Simone Tindell, signing off for ESPN.”
Simone. That’s right.
The camera shuts off, and Simone smacks Steve on the arm. “You do know, don’t you?”
“Off the record?” Simone nods. “Of course I know. That asshole hasn’t been subtle a day in his life. The album art? Cheap Cubs uniform? Number seven on his wristband? He practically gift-wrapped the rumors for me.”
“Is it about you, Steve?”
“You think Robin would let me say one way or another?” Steve asks, holding his hands out in a placating gesture. “And you can say as much as you want that you won’t tell anyone if I confirm it, but you’re a reporter above all else, Simone. If you get the scoop, you gotta run it.”
“Can you tell me what your favorite song is, at least?”
“No,” Steve says, short and simple. “I’m not talking about it. If I talk about it too much, the rumors will just get worse, and I really, honestly wanted to keep a low profile this season.”
“Are you mad at Eddie for releasing the album when he did?”
“No comment, Simone, okay? Let it drop already.”
“Are you done flirting?” calls one of his teammates.
“Fuck you, Carver.”
“Fuck me yourself, Harrington,” Jason Carver says with a wink.
“Better stay away from that one this season,” Simone teases.
“Learned my lesson last year,” Steve says, nodding in agreement.
It got really bad last year. Carver had been deeper in the closet than Steve at the time, with the gold crucifix practically glued to his neck and the sign of the cross in the batter’s box every time he stepped up to the plate.
The media storm overshadowed the team’s eight-win streak and put Steve in a vat of hot water.
Not both of them, just Steve. Because he already had a reputation before Carver even joined the team. And now on top of being a bitch and a slut, here he was corrupting a good Catholic boy from the Bible Belt, tempting him into sin. The accusations had sent Steve reeling, because they were the very same types of accusations Eddie had gotten after… well, after everything.
With Carver last year it was never serious, so after getting caught it was easy for them to put a stop to it, but it has been months and they are both still being asked about their relationship. And Jason fucking Carver is still doing the absolute fucking most when there are cameras around that might see him within arm’s reach of Steve. Carver’s stats are garbage, so like… anything to have his name in print, right? Even if the only leg he’s got left to stand on is whatever relationship they may have had last year.
There never was a relationship, is the thing. They fucked around a couple of times here and there, and Steve was finished with him the one singular time he brought Carver back to his condo and watched him push his cat off the bed. Petty? Maybe, but he was never worth the headache in the first place.
In the months since the thing between them that had never even been a thing to begin with, Steve has continued to date around. He went out with a tattoo artist for a few weeks before dropping him when he realized he hated the way the guy laughed. And then there was the girl he’d gone out with a few times that had a cockatiel. He dumped her because she had a cockatiel.
That’s another thing; Steve Harrington, serial dater, can’t commit.
It was never like that with Eddie. Sure, things between them ended badly, and way sooner than either of them would have liked, but that was justified. When you’re eighteen, threats about college and a beating from your dad outweighs every good thing in your life. Especially when every good thing runs away from the fight and leaves you to deal with it on your own, even after all the promises you made to each other.
Steve doesn’t know if he’s ready to reconcile with Eddie; he doesn’t know if he should. They were good in high school, an unlikely but compatible match in almost every way. They argued sometimes, about what they were to one another, because Steve wasn’t ready to be out, but the time they spent alone together remains some of the best memories of Steve’s high school career. Not even state championships could compare.
tagging literally all my followers and mutuals who are taking part in the bang. please join in, today's the wednesday to do it! even if you're not doing the bang and working on something else, please join in!
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