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kideternity · 2 years

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Whilst i'm here i'm just gonna say it but I think before you guys go around reccing Mark Waid's Daredevil to people willy nilly you need to start staunchly bringing up the ableist fact that in the second volume Mark Waid took a lesser known blind hero, the Shroud, who was always portrayed as a genuinely compassionate person before then and decided to turn him into some kind of crazy jealous stalker supervillain, and upped the ableism by writing shit about how shroud was an “irredeemable psychopath” or that he didn’t handle his issues WELL like a GOOD mentally ill person, as if people with ASPD or those who aren’t paragons of recovery aren’t demonised enough, esp entirely so he could play it as a “Daredevil is the BETTER blind hero, you should root for HIM!” versus shtick. Like, I just feel like in a franchise that is entirely about a disabled man, there’s no excuse anymore for ignoring ableism just because you guys don’t give a shit about anything but popular superheroes who have racist shows you like and sucking the cock of a man who is CONSISTENTLY ableist in his writing. Do better.

#daredevil #shroud #marvel #ableism in comics #THIS GOES INTO MAIN TAGS IDC!#ableism tw #tw ableism #like im gonna be generous and assume the majority of people who read this run didnt pick up on the fact shroud was a pre existing hero #and esp a hero who like Does Not Act Like This but on the other hand. i still think its egregious how people dont even want to critically-#-think about WHY mark waid took another blind hero and used it as an excuse not to write a story about solidarity but instead to uphold-#-ableist narratives about ‘’good disabled’’ people or disabled people who ‘’deserve respect’’ not to mention the demonising of like.#‘’evil’’ mental illnesses and personality disorders lol.#like i dont even think waid is a super awful writer but you cannot ignore how consistent his hatred of disabled ppl is….#the demonisation of frankie/magenta in his flash solo……. of christina lady flash which was ALSO xenophobic… trying to cure doctor strange-#-of all fucking superheroes?!?!? its maddening. it needs to stop being shoved under the rug.#dinu yells in the void #chek's posts #No i am not being polite anymore if you’re gonna be an asshole on this post fuck off

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chesthighwater · 10 months

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WIP - Tagging Game

RULES: post the names of the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! Tag as many people as you have WIPs.

tagged by the wonderful @karnaca78 <3 thank you so much!!

here are some select Named wips (we will ignore the billion other tidbits in my general brainrot folder):

patiens be my view for the day let no man bring me harm sick to doomsday lupus pilum mutat

hmm i will tag. @kirtlandswarbler and @exalok because you are both amazing and your writing is wonderful and i am eating it. and also i tag You. yes you the person reading this post. you may consider yourself tagged >:3

#thank you so much for the tag<33 i always love being tagged #also the lovely people i tagged. obviously 0 pressure. like you can just ignore this if youd like #i just think little ask games are fun (and i love your writing)#also if you are a writer and are reading this and thinking. aw but i would have liked to be tagged by name :(#i probably thought of you and i love you but was too shy to tag you directly Sorry #j #fun fact there is a particular thing in my wip document that is titled “(shame shame shame shame)”#that would have been funny to put up there i think #but there is a reason why its called that NFDJKSJKDSKJS #though. if i know youre into that sort of thing. i can tell you if you ask #some of these wips youve already seen actually. some you didnt #and one of them isnt even daud/martin! can you believe that!#i did leave out a few things but i cant make a post with my mile long list of wips soooo

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garlic-sauc3 · 2 years

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no but isnt the whole point of the "why did the chicken cross the road" joke like anti-humor? like i keep seeing things that are like saying the Other Side but i thought that it was funny because people would expect something funny but by being given just the basic answer of "to get to the other side" because oh yeah thats obvious, which makes it funny in the bluntness of it. Like the original telling of the joke also seemed like anti-humor but everybody keeps saying its a suicide joke.

#like honestly i think it was supposed to be anti humor but got over used to the point that it not having a standard punchline #made it confusing #at least for me i didnt get it until recently #suicide tw #jic i guess #i really dont understand why people make it dark #because the fact that its told to so many kids im pretty sure its not #maybe thats just me ig #this ramble is presented to you by i only go on tiktok for the foraging and somehow i keep seeing people misunderstand things #is it just me or is the character limit shorter on the tags for computer #maybe i just type more idk #whatever just ignore me

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b0mblover · 3 months

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low doesnt mean 0

By: J

Cw; denouncing (the christian one specifically) god.

Religion (its entirely about me and my mothers fights about religion)

Probablt dont read this if you’re religious, or do, your life.

your proof of a god- starts and ends at my birth- and his death

“your chances were so low they mightve well have been 0” “its near impossible that you were born perfectly healthy” -except i wasnt, it was 14% chance, not 0% there was still a chance- if theres a ball to gamble, then theres always going to be some kind out outcome, no matter the unlikelyness of it all.

“What do i have to do to prove to you that theres a god”

change the past, change the past,

“you have no proof that hes not real”

if “he” were, why can i not see? why did that happen? why is life the way it is?

“If he isnt real then how did XXXX happen?”

because. there was the physical possibility, just as everything else, there was the possibility to become whatever i call myself at this point in time, there was the possibility to meet the people in my life, there was the possibility to be happy. My so called “luck” has nothing to do with it, your so called “god” has nothing to do with it, to be harsh, however, “everyone is unique” sure, lets go with that, youd say the exact same line with any other people- as long as they were vagely good people, even if they werent, you said it still then. “The you dont value them” i love them, no matter what? of course i don’t believe that they’re replaceable, ive already learned, however, theres no such thing as “the perfect friend group” for anyone, sure, some can be much better or worse, but as you said “everyone is unique” so, if theyre all different, you cant compare then to each other- theyre separate people, with completely different lives, you, as an outsider in my life, have no say of whos better in my life or not.

If your so called “god” is real, then why is this low-end still manipulating me? -次

(funny thing, i wrote so many more tags than whats showing up- apparently theres a tag limit!)

#A little treat for the people who scroll through my blog since im not linking this to anywhere #yes i put j/次 in twice. its because how i format. this was supposed to be a drabble in my notes app. sometimes i just need to have it wrote #that i wrote it. to feel real or whatever #fun ish fact! there was a low % of me being born. and my mother loooves using that as a “god is real” argument.#literally ignoring what a % means. like maybe id vagely believe you if it was 0 but it wasnt??#sho if your some how reading this #Hi #and sen whos probably reading this?#Hi bae #god theres so much shit on my mother that i could just expose #yk might make a thing on that. itd be funny #(chill she ruined my entire and i mean literally my entire life. i couldnt give a damn about her feelings. she deserves it)#why do my fingers smell like caramel atm??????#ive just been laying in bed??? we dont even have caramel????#god i love ranting in the tags #did you guys know that im veeeery gay and have a crush on [redacted]?#yk what might aswell post my life update in the tags #Tw! my entire life #basically i have a crush on one if my friends. which is already painful enough for me bc my mother teases me about if i do and i keep sayin #that i dont bc i didnt. and i do now so i cant let that slip. anyways. theyve been showing up in my dreams more and more. literally this #and its kinda embarrassing? bc i really hate being in love (ik shock to someone probably) its bothered me allll of my life #and usually id just yk ~confess~ and get the feeling to go away over time #but it isnt going away and no way in hell am i telling them bc yk. were friends. and i sure as hell dont wanna ruin that or make them #uncomfy. so whenever i talk to them i feel all weird bc yk. i dont wanna fuck up and flirt with them or smth (even more annoying bc i #normally flirt with my friends even if i dont like them romantically) so i just dk what to say to them. bc i obviously wanna talk to them #but i get a pit in my stomach. weve talked for months idk why i feel like this now #plus idk how to get rid of the feeling. someone just bash my head in already please.#[redacted] im so sorry. for everything (shut up with the “you did nothing wrong” idc if i did or not) (scratch that. it goes for everyone)#the urge to post my main on this is consuming me but i wont bc… well uh 🧍 ~things~#J’s misc shit

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handgiven · 7 months

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🤙bump into my muse

come bother em in the askbox i beg you i dare you i kiss you / @thcmcnstcr

the angel was distracted at best, walking down the street, trying to balance a bag of potting soil and a bag of peat and one more with a bit of pine bark. he was running low on some, and decided to stock up on more. and seeing as the flowershop was only a couple blocks away from his flat, he decided to walk the distance, enjoy the sights, though once again he was not exactly looking where he was going as he struggled to make up his mind on how to best carry the three big bags which obviously did not agree on being in his singular hold.

he quite severely wasn't watching where he was going, that he did in fact bump into somebody. the contact went down through him like a bit of lightning through a copper rod, and the pine bark and soil fell to the ground in their respective bags. "oh-oh sorry. so sorry." he apologises before even making eye contact, which only seems to make him more apologetic. he gets a sense from her that he's not sure he is to speak, so he doesn't, but he does trail off with his voice for a second when he slips a gaze upon her soul. "sorry. again. i. i was distracted. are you quite alright?"

#thcmcnstcr #▻ 𝐺𝐸𝑁𝐸𝑅𝐴𝐿 、answered ⁽ ᵗʰᵃⁿᵏˢ ᶠᵒʳ ᵗᵘⁿᶦⁿᵍ ᶦⁿ ⁾#FUN FACT !! that you didnt ask for but that you're getting anw but you are getting it in tags so you can happily ignore it <3 #theres this lovely older generation czech contemporary artist #who was doing these subtle performance art pieces back in the 70's and maybe 80's #back then czechoslovakia was still a socialist country. there was censorship and general distrust and coldness among people #and one of his lil performance art pieces was just. him walking down the street and bumping into people.#not hard. just. shoulder to shoulder. even when the sidewalk was empty otherwise. he named the series 'contact' :')#idk it delights me it might not be interesting to you but it is related to bumping into people s o i had to !!!

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wonderlandwalker · 18 days

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Shining Bright | James Potter x Reader

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Summary: You and James reunite after the winter holiday, reminiscing old memories and stumbling into new ones. Except Sirius doesn't know you're dating yet, and James is not particularly good at hiding it anymore.

Content Warnings/Tags: Smut, fluff, angst kinda idk, Reader is Sirius' sister (how do I even tag that), 18+, hinting at abuse, simping, traumatizing bystanders, not proofread just go with it, no use of y/n, ignore any plotholes

Word Count: 4.0k

A/n: I listened to the hazbin hotel soundtrack on repeat while writing and I'm praying it doesn't show. This was gonna make this longer but then I got impatient so lemme know if you'd like more. Not kidding when I say it's not proofread this came straight out of my notes so sorry for any mistakes, will come back later to fix them xx

The black family siblings were all as bright as the stars they were named after, James knew this for a fact. Sirius was the brightest star in the night sky, scorching others with his light in a way you couldn't look away from even if you wanted to. Regulus, not as blinding as his brother, but shining in his own right amongst those who took the effort to look for the constellation he carried with him. And you, you were a puzzle James couldn't yet solve, the light luring him in like that spark people spend their lives looking for, never sure if they'll ever get to hold it.

After Sirius had been sorted into Gryffindor in his first year, your parents had been very strict about who you socialized with, not wanting any further damage to the oh so carefully crafted family image. Not that it mattered, you and Sirius found plenty of ways to talk, most people didnt care enough to snitch and the ones who did were familiar enough with what you both were capable of to watch their tongues. Sirius was more loud and proud in his defiance, living up to his namesake in the sky, but you were better at hiding it, playing into the part people expected. Yes, Sirius was a fallen star, and your parents had worried he’d drag you with him, but you only shined brighter in his absence, trying to make up for the light lost as if something wasnt permanently dimming it.

And that's exactly what he was worried about right now, because you were never really yourself after a holiday at the Black family manor, always a part of you left behind, a part dimmed. But James was your sun, always there shining bright enough to ignore anything else, because with his light you were never truly dulled. He had missed you, he had missed you so much, your relationship was fresh, but he had been head over heels from the first time you kissed. He had been replaying the memory in his head so often he could almost see it.

You were slytherin’s head girl, just as he was gryfindoors head boy, and you had run into each other while doing rounds of the hallways. Typically this would be a job for the prefects, but for some reason the both of you had decided to take over their duties for the evening, you called it luck, James called it destiny.

It was simply banter while walking down the halls, and it was mostly at James’ expense, but he wouldn’t trade the moment for anything. He was loud with his body, moving his hands as he talked and sometimes kicking his feet ahead of him, but you were more quiet, more calculated. So James did what he always did, talk. “I had a dream once about a glass of strawberry lemonde except it was only as big as my pinky finger, and there was this duck who tried to keep stealing it from me.” You stop in your tracks as he finishes his rant, staring right at him. “Oh my god, I had the exact same dream.” “Really?” his eyes were wide as he saw your face change.

“Are you crazy, of course I didn’t.” You fell back into step and he hurriedly caught up with you again. “Well you never know, Sirius and I have the same dreams sometimes, I mean we’re basically brothers-”

“Does that make me basically your sister?” Your eyebrows were raised at him as you asked your question, and he had to do his best not to trip over his own feet as he answered.

“What, no!-” his face had turned bright red rather quickly, and you would probably never admit this to him, but you had found it quite endearing. “I don’t, I just don’t think of you as a sister, definitely not a sister.” Somehow you had turned him into a nervous wreck in under a minute, and you were quickly getting addicted to the effect you had on him, letting him tumble over his words further.

“Like, if I married you, Sirius would be my brother but you wouldnt be my sister, you know. Those two things don’t have to go togethe-” his thoughts slowly trailed off as he turned his head to look at you, a bright smile now evident on your face, and if this is how your face lit up, he’d gladly make a fool of himself for the rest of his life. “You’ve been thinking about marrying me?” Your head was turned up towards him, challenging him to continue his train of thought. He looked frantically around him as if searching for an answer, hiping the right thing to say would magically appear, but of course it didnt. “What, of course not, I don’t wanny marry you. Wait- no i mean, hypothetically I would but-” “You can relax James, I’m just messing with you” Your shoulders were slightly shaking, suppressing laughter he was desperate to hear. “Right” The tension seeped out of him right as he started laughing himself, and it was so infectious you couldnt help but join him in it.

The two of you fell into an effortless silence as you continued, and James was about to break it before you beat him to the punch.

“You know, right now would be a great moment to kiss me” he was sure he would get whiplash from the way his head turned towards you. The look on your face didnt give anything away, and for a moment he had wondered if he had made it up. “If that's the sort of thing you’d want to do” you were looking down at your shoes now, roles reversed as you had become the nervous one, and for another moment he just stared at the blush creeping up on your face before he realised he should probably say something, anything.

“Don’t you think this is wrong? '' Alright, maybe that wasnt the right something to say, but he genuinely pondered before you put his worries to rest. “dont you think that’s up to us to decide?” You were looking up to him now, eyes enchanting him with a single glance.

“If Sirius finds out-” “I won’t tell if you don’t”

“Well- “James, do you want to kiss me or not?” “Merlin, yes.” with that the last of James’ self control was lost, and he pushed you into the wall behind you as his lips found yours, dedicated to explore you for as long as youd let him. You melted into the kiss just as quickly, leaning your body into him as he pressed up against you. James was eager with everything he did, and this was no exception. His hands didnt know where to go, never staying still for long as they roamed your body, you couldve sworn they were little rays of sunshine, lighting you up everywhere he touched. Your own hands found their way to the nape of his neck, tugging at some hair, resulting in a small moan leaving him, and after the taste you were desperate for more. James found himself in a similar situation, completely forgetting his surroundings as his mouth made its way to your neck, trailing kisses down from by your ear to your pulse point until you were silently moaning his name, begging him not to stop, not that he’d ever dare to.

He continued his assault on your neck, his hands trailing up higher and higher underneath your shirt, longing to feel more of you, you tugged at his hair again and led him back to your face, connecting your lips once more, this time more sloppy, your patience completely gone.

James was ready to drop to his knees for you, and he would have if he didnt hear someone nearly shriek behind him. He turned around, coming face to face with a second year Hufflepuff who looked close to fainting, stuck in place at the corner she had just turned.

“Shit” he mumbled as he leaped forward, not sure whether to comfort the girl or scold her for being out past curfew. As James looked back at you you were close to losing it, and he couldnt deny the humour of the situation himself. In the end the two of you walked the girl back to her common room, not too worried about the situation with how in shock she seemed to be.

So yes, winter break had left him simply wishing to be near you again, and now he was so close he could almost already feel you in his arms again. He had debated telling Sirius, it would be so much easier, since he had moved in with the Potters a while ago and James was struggling to keep his yearning for you to himself, he was sure his parents had figured it out already, but simply choose to let him deal with it on his own for now. Everytime you send Sirius an owl he wanted to take him by the shoulders and shake him, hoping that information about you would fall out like loose change.But he knew Sirius couldn't know, he knew that. Everyone assumes it's James who can't keep a secret, always wearing his heart on his sleeve, but really that's only because he's never really had a reason not to. Truly, it was Sirius who couldn't keep a thing to himself, once he knew, half of Hogwarts knew, he just couldn't stop himself from talking about the things that excited him, which was one of the qualities James so adored, but not one which would play in your favour at the moment.

You were still living with your parents, still subject to their ways and while James had begged you to come live with him as well, you were hesitant. Hesitant to leave Regulus behind, hesitant to leave the life you had grown so accustomed to, even if it wasn't a good one. The both of you knew your parents would never approve, sure, James held the pureblood status, but it had lost its value the moment he harboured Sirius.

And so when the winter holiday came to an end and they once again reached Hogwarts, James was the embodiment of pure excitement. He was glad no one was questioning it, most likely brushing it off as joy at reuniting with his friends, which wasn't entirely untrue.

For a little while he truly got lost in seeing everyone again, trading stories with Remus and Peter about what they had been up to, discussing pranks that needed to be set ij motion to make up for lost time, but when the start of term party took place and he walked down to the common room with the others he froze in his tracks, because there you were. For a split second he wondered if it had been a dream, he had been having them so often now, but Sirius rushed past him to envelop you in a hig so tight you spilled half of your drink over yourself, cursing at him in such a soft tone of endearment as you hugged him back.

"I've missed you, you know" Sirius was beaming at you, doing a quick double check of you, something James used to not think much about until je started doing it himself after he found the strange bruises none of you dared to speak of.

"Yes Siri, I do know" you chuckled back at him, and in that moment all the worry disappeared.

"I've missed you too"

The rest of the group caught up with the two of you, and it was Remus who first spoke

"It's good to see you back" he acknowledged with a small nod, not one for big gestures, but you had all learned it truly was the thought that counts.

"It's good to be back, now if you'll excuse me, I have to go change so there's no longer firewhiskey all over my shirt" You gave a pointed look at Sirius, but his antics were nothing new to you.

"Just use one of my sweaters so you don't have to go all the way back to the slytherin dorms, I have some extras upstairs" sirius nudged his head towards the stairs, you gave him a final hug as you moved to take him up on his offer.

As you walked by him James could smell the blend of vanilla and rosemary that was still there despite the liquor, it intoxicated him like a drug he was already hooked on, finally getting a fix of it after so long apart, and he had to remind himself not to grab you and kiss you right then and there.

You disappeared from his sight as you went up to the dorms and it only took another second for James' brain to spring to action.

"I gotta go"

"What, why? We just got here" he knew he would need a better excuse, but the fuses in his head weren't connecting.

" forgot my wand" is what splurged out

"Why would you need your wand we're-" thankfully it was Sirius's short attention span that came to the rescue, because the moment he saw Marlene he made a beeline to go see her. James wondered if he had it in him to explain his actions to Peter and Remus, but neither of them seemed to mind much, so he sprinted off to the stairs as well.

As soon as he got to his dorm, he reminded himself to knock, not wanting to startle you.

"Merlin Sirius, how am I meant to find anything in this mess?" James creaked the door open to see you rummaging through your brother's trunk, still looking for the sweater you had come up here to find.

"Why don't you just wear one of mine" even the idea of it already made James's head dizzy. Your head spun around as soon as you heard his voice, and for a moment the two of you simply stood there, looking at each other like a long lost treasure. But it didn't last long, because right after James crossed the room in record time, he took you in his arms, connecting his lips with yours as if you were his last source of oxygen. The kiss was heated and filled with lust from the both of you, and James could finally let himself go, finally let his thoughts out and make them reality once more.

That’s why he decided not to waste any more time as he gently nudged you towards his bed, making sure you wouldnt hit the headboard as the both of you laid down. He remembered the path he was trailing down your neck with his eyes closed, had remembered the way your breath hitched and your hips squirmed everytime he did so. All he had to do was follow the same signs and you were a mess underneath him in no time. His hands made their way up underneath your skirt, massaging the skin underneath his fingertips as he heard you moaning out his name, pleading for him to keep going, and he was more than happy to fullfill your request. He continued his way down until he came face to face with your whiskey stained shirt, not thinking twice before taking it off you, but from how you were quick to connect his lips with yours once more you didnt seem to mind. But James was a man on a mission, and it was not one he was willing to abandon. So he willed himself to ignore the whine that left you as he moved away from the kiss, knowing you’d forgive him for it soon enough.

He found his way to your chest and took in the sight for sore eyes you were to him, once again glowing underneath him. He was starting to suck bruises onto your skin, love marks he knew only he would see, and when he would next time he’d be just as eager to leave even more of them behind. Having you like this again, feeling the heat of your skin against him, your hands tugging at his curls as he could hear more and more moans slip out of you, it got him hard in his trousers simply thinking about all the things you’d let him do to you, all the things he’d do for you. He was rutting his hips into the mattress, desperate for the friction of it, his hands krept up further towards your cunt, inching further up until he could slide your underwear to the side and feel just how wet you were for him. His mouth was still busy on your chest as one of his fingers found its way inside of you, making you arch your back towards him. “Fuck darling, your pussy feels just as good as I remember” You wanted to reply to him, telling him how good he felt inside of you, his long hands reaching places you never could on your own, but your words failed you as just another moan left you, your exterior having crumbled down in a matter of minutes thanks to the one and only James Potter, but he seemed to know exactly what was going on.

“I know baby, I’ll take good care of you don’t worry”

He had never broken a promise before, and he wasn’t about to start now, he added a second finger, crooking them inside of you towards the one spot that would turn your vision white as if you were staring straight into the sun itself. If this had been any other moment you might have been embarrassed about how fast you were starting to reach your high, but James wasnt the only one who had been waiting for this, dreaming about seeing each other again, counting down the days. It took him only a little while longer, encouraged only further by your laboured breathing until he was sure he was about to reach his own climax simply from the sounds you were making underneath him as he coaxed you through it. But he didnt give you much time to recover, not letting you catch your breath as he went further down the bed until he could start kissing your thighs, giving in to the urge to bite some of the fat leading up to your cunt, it made you produce a small shriek, and it encouraged him even further.

So he wasted no more time, attaching his lips to your clit and lapping at it like a man starved, wanting to make you cum again, wondering how fast he could make you come undone again. His tongue hungrily took in all the juices from your previous orgasm and from the next one creeping closer and closer. His nose kept bumping against your clit as his mouth was now on your opening, not quite reaching the spots his finger could but oh so heavenly in a whole other way. He was dangerously close to his own high now, rather sure he’d reach it the moment you started spasming underneath him from the overstimulation. But he wasnt letting down just yet, doubling down on his efforts as he felt you grow restless, gracing his ears with whimpers and whispers reserved only for him. He could tell you were about to tip over the edge, knew you and your body well enough by now to see the signs before you even registered them yourself. “You can let go, I’ve got you” he accentuated his words with a soft squeeze to your inner thighs as he could feel you melt into him and took everything you would give him.

“I’m pretty sure you just beat your record” you were breathless but you were already softly giggling as a wide smile broke on his face, proud of himself for his endeavors but furthemore proud of how he had been able to get you to let your walls down around him, how you had let him help you disassemble them brick by brick with each passing day. It was still early in the relationship, but James had never been so sure as to the fact that he loved you, because your presence made him shine even brighter than he already did, and he wasnt sure how much longer he could keep it contained. He moved back up the bed, caging you in with his arms as he leaned down to kiss you, no longer hurriedly or messy, but soft and delicate like the first rays of morning light.

Just as he did so however, someone came barelling in the room, and James cursed himself for not having locked it.

“You better not be cutting one of my shirts into a tank-top again- holy fuck” Sirius very nearly landed face first into the hard wood flooring as he caught sight of the two of you before he he steadied himself on the dresser. The both of you shot up from your positions on the bed, and, ironically enough, approached him as one would a startled deer. “What in Merlin’s beard were you two just doing” He looked as if he was contemplating life itself, and you almost felt bad for him

“What, nothing, you’re drunk-” James tried to defend, but you were rather sure there was no way out of this one.

“I’m not drunk, I’m sober and that's the problem” He was flailing his hands around now, and it was hard to suppress the laugh bubbling its way up your throat.

“Don’t laugh, this is not a situation to laugh at” he was trying to be stern, but it didnt quite suit him.

“It’s alright Sirius, James and I have been seeing each other for a little while now” He was no longer shocked, no, his current expression better resembled being offended.

“And neither of you told me” he was nearly shouting now, but the party downstairs was loud enough that it didn’t really matter anyway.

“We haven’t told anyone, and youre not exactly the best at keeping secrets.”

“Excuse me, I’m great at keeping secrets, I never told you he’s had a crush on you since third year, but apparently I should have”

“Completely forgot I ever told you that” James’ shoulders had lost their tension as he stood next to you now, slowly reaching out for your hand.

“I will go now before either of you scar my eyes any further” Sirius said as he made his way back to the dorm door.

“Oi Moony, wait till you hear- fuck I can’t tell you” He had made a complete mood shift once more as he turned fuzzy, wanting to tell someone the news immediatly.

“It’s fine, Remus knows.” You tell him, interlacing your fingers with James’ in the meantime.

This time he looked betrayed again, halfway down the stairs already as you could hear him yelling. “You knew and didnt tell me?!” and it was faint, but you could make out Remus’ voice as well. “Of course I knew, I have eyes” The two of you looked at each other as he placed a simple kiss on top of your hair, a small gesture of affection that would become increasingly more common with time. He turned around briefly to grab something from his trunk and before you could register it he had already asked, the shirt in his hand.

“Still gotta change your top, why don’t you take my jersey” It made your heart flutter as you slipped the item of clothing over your head and you went to follow Sirius downstairs, figuring this was as good a time as any to tell everyone.

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dilfhos · 7 months

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TRAINRIDE

#!WHO; DABI x fem!READER

A! i hope u ignore this cus its stupid but I think dabi/touya being a total scum to huge endeavor fan reader should be a thing

+ (i added my twist to it; at the time this was sent, i was on my dc shit heavy and id already started it)

#!CW: deadoves!n0nc0n, dirty talk, degradation, humiliation, implied exhibitionism, gaslighting, touya arc if you squint real close! dabi has dick piercings bc i said so

tagging: @mostlyheinous @scariusaquarius @dabislittlemouse @nyx--knacks @the-grimm-writer @ectologia

Dabi hated taking public transportation, especially now.

It subjected him to having to conceal his identity for one, blending into the fleeting crowds with dark, long clothing. It didn’t bother him as much had it been any other time, one where he wasn’t on constant guard or easily irritated by familiar phrases and his face.

Dabi only gave a quick glance to the glass behind him, eyeing the way his big hood hung low on his head, hand deep into his trench pocket as the other supported his balance. He drew his hood lower at the glance from a man on his left.

The train eased to a stop and the doors slid open as the crowd swarmed to bring in and send out more people. When the doors closed and the train began to move again, he found himself being thrown forward. A small yelp came from the woman in front of him, turned partially.

He was about to mumble something before his eyes made contact with what she was wearing.

Seeing that you were brazenly adorned in merchandise of the number one hero, he scrunched his nose up at the sight of your complimentary accessories before finally settling on your face. Preoccupied with your phone to notice his oggling, you shifted, body moving with the force of the train as it started moving.

Dabi didnt mean to look, but the subtle quake of your chest piqued his vision and he wished he wasn’t met with those same fucking eyes. How cringe you looked with the familiar navy phone-case you had on the back of your phone to match.

In fact, if Dabi wanted to, he’d stand there and count every one of Endeavor’s paraphernalia and the number could be well over three. You really walk around like that? Parading your favorite hero on your body like a fangirl poster.

He chuckled darkly before rolling his eyes. Yeah, you probably had one or two of them in your room that you fuck yourself to at night to boot.

The train was only a little crowded but not enough to fully obscure your body from his view. You were dressed in jeans, the denim pairing with a snug t-shirt that sculpted your chest perfectly under his gaze. On the back he could see the familiar bright flames. They were disgustingly familiar, completing the stoic features of the hero on the front.

“Endeavor, huh?” You finally glanced up, a bit surprised to find barely anyone on board at this point. A few men sat adjacent, some sleep, others occupied on their own devices and papers or simply dead in gaze as they awaited their respective stops.

Then him, of course.

Turning fully around you face the source of the comment and your heart began to hammer.

Under a subtle glance or two, he didn’t look too out of the ordinary. Dark pants, shoes and a coat on his back, he could’ve as easily passed for some unremarkable human being cold and exhausted from days events. However, under the certain proximity, you had a clear view of his face, unmistakably his metal-littered, scarred face and the dangerously piercing gaze to match.

You parted your lips but he held up a finger, silencing you before you could squeak a sound. He glanced around toward the few other occupants in the car, noting them to be of no significance until his eyes returned back to yours, the silent threat of impending danger weighing heavily in the air around you.

“Are you-are you going to kill me?” You finally said, voice sickeningly timid. Wide eyes peered up at him, height clearing yours as he slowly backed you towards the side of the car.

“He your favorite hero?” Dabi ignored your question, eyes flickering to your chest before his hand followed. You squeaked in surprise as he boldly placed his hand against your breast.

Jerking away, you prepare to to defend yourself when he gripped your wrist.

“To answer the question, I’m not gonna kill you. ‘M just gonna hurt you real bad though,” You’re spun before another word is uttered, the rattling of metal against wheels loud enough to drown your protests.

“Please don’t do this,” His hands were exploring your body, running up your thighs and cruelly pinching at the skin on your sides before settling on the hem of your jeans.

“Please don’t,” You whimpered shakily, meeting the villain’s eyes in the glass.

“I just feel like ya personally insulting me y’know?” He grunted over the sound of his belt clinking. His hand was back on your side now, nails digging into the meat of the exposed skin until drawing a wince.

Dabi shuffled forward until your hands were pressed against the wall of the train, steadying yourself. His other made quick work of yanking down your jeans until they rested around your thighs, panties on display before his hungry gaze.

“D-don’t. I’ll scream.” By now, you’d been reduced to a whimpering, teary-eyed mess, your frantic gaze shifting through the other riders for a witness to what was going on.

But they were all too preoccupied to care.

“Yeah, for who?” The passengers that did notice were the wrong ones.

You met the greedy eyes of the man closest to you and the way his own dropped down to your connected bodies. Dabi was quick to notice that and chuckled before leaning down toward your ear.

“Still your idol, doll? This is his society, you know? The one on your ridiculously, ugly top,” He snickered, his fingers hooking into the side of your panties.

Before you could cry out, his scarred hand clamped over your mouth at the same time as his cock breached your cunt. You tensed, nothing escaping you but a muffled gasp as he shoved himself past your tight ring of resistance. Your eyes were wide, peering back at you in the glass, reflecting off of the pain and horror present.

“Mm, so tight.” He licked the shell of your ear and you release a shuddering sob. He began a snappy, brutal pace, the thick cock dragging heavily through your dry walls. Every time he pulled away, you felt every vein, every metallic orb scraping against gummy insides.

He slammed back into you at the same time the train screeched over rusted tracks, grunting with every stroke, his thin hip bones snapping against your ass.

His grip was bruising as he held onto your waist, his wrist only flicking to push and pull you back onto his dick. His other hand remained pressed against your mouth to muffle your cries and moans. You reached behind to at least try and push him away, alleviate the grating pain he was causing but your attempts were laughable as he only slapped away your efforts.

Dabi sped up, stumbling forward until your front was pressed against the metal interior, body squished between hot and cool. The hand over your mouth dropped to hang loosely around your neck, tilting your head back to meet his. The hood over his head only served to make him all the more menacing with the shadow that casted over his grotesque features.

“What do you think Mr. Endeavor would say if he saw his biggest fan being defiled like this? Probably be disgusted huh? I mean, allowing a complete stranger to fuck you on public transportation.” Your eyes closed as you imagined the twisted look of repulsion on your favorite hero and the image brought you to more tears.

You hiccupped as he trailed fingers down in between your legs to brush against your clit, missing the way his grin widened at the way you suddenly tense up. You released a pained moan at the way your pussy clamped down on him.

“So sensitive,” He chuckled at the way you try and bite down your orgasm. He could feel you start to relax, your cunt pulsating around him as your juices started to slick him up.

Overhead, the sound of the loudspeaker crackling at the next stop had Dabi’s eyes glancing up, as if now aware of the time. Releasing you, his hand fell to your other hip where his blunt nails dug as his pace quickened.

“Stop’s coming up,” He mumbled. You didn’t really hear him though. You were busy trying not to give in to the way his cock was filling you up, the pain parting into pleasure, your juices beginning to fall and squish around his dick.

Your head hung low; you couldn’t even look at your reflection in the glass anymore, at the way your brows furrowed over glossy, blown eyes. The way your wet lips part to release silent moans. You were despicable. You couldn’t call yourself a fan of the great Endeavor anymore, not after this.

Not after him.

Dabi’s feet planted firmly, his hips suddenly stuttering to a halt. He was quick to conceal your squeal with his hand again as his dick twitched in your cunt. Your teary eyes widened as you felt warmth flooding you, too horrified to even move save for your trembles.

He was still going, slowly rutting his nut back into you with shallow strokes. It was only until you heard a chime overhead that he pulled away with a content sigh.

Dabi eyed the way his cum was beginning to seep down your thighs, dripping into your bunched up jeans and an idea formed in his head, one that had him grinning sadistically.

A moment later your trembling legs finally gave way allowing you to sink onto the floor.

He began to fix himself, adjusting the hood on his head. He threw a cocky salute to the man eyeballing him earlier and a final disgusted look down at those eyes on your shirt. He then shook his head with a forming smile, walking away and leaving you on the floor of the cold train. The whooshing of the doors were deafening in your ears as you looked up to greedy eyes.

Back at the hero agency, Endeavor’s phone lit up and a notification from an unknown number had his brows furrowed in confusion at the link. His scowl only deepened after further investigation.

DILFOS. do not plagiarize my content—current or archival.

#dabi x reader #touya todoroki x reader #dabi fanfic #dabi smut #bnha x reader #reader x dabi #dabi fic #bnha smut #[ deadoves— ☆]#[ output—☆ ]#old request #awe i hope this anon somehow finds this lol #ft a corny ass joker line LEAVE ME ALONE

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izzyshandz · 7 months

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I swear if i see one more mf say izzy has been 'redeemed' or needed a 'redemption arc' im literally going to scream into my pillow until i lose my voice.

redeem is such a black and white way of looking at his entire character and dismisses everything hes gone through and yall (izzy haters and others) are just so fucking snob nosed and ignorant to sit there and think hes a villain because of how he acted. theyre fucking pirates. theyre not perfect, none of them are. eds a villain, stedes a villain, if youre doing it like that. ed has killed so many people, stede literally left his wife and kids and also had a hand in killing people; it may be easier for them to change because of the perspective the show gives them and they had love but izzy did not. everyone hated him, ed, his own crew, stedes crew.

normalizing peoples reactions to things as something other than villainy and heroism is so god damn important in a show that's trying to accurately involve our perspectives in this day and age. its a tale as old as time, making someone 'completely in the wrong' because their perspective isnt the one you aligned with as much.

like the rest of the crew izzy had his own bad things hes done, he didnt need this 'redemption' everyones blabbering on about. he needed to be fucking heard, to be seen, and acknowledged-- not thrown aside and abandoned because of a whim. you all can ride up blackbeards ass because oh hes so hot, hes so pretty omg wow; but that wont ever change the fact his character is a fucked up person... youre allowed to love him anyways, why not izzy? we didnt see blackbeard before screen but how hes mentioned it shows he was a shit awful person, the only reason no one cares is because on hes fuckin gay for stede or whatever so the main characters get a free ride. ( i agree they all get a free ride, im just tired of this izzy isolation man )

why does he need to be redeemed in your eyes? just because youve seen what hes done? he was literally a product of his environment in season one he was a product of blackbeard's leadership. only with the loyalty and solidarity of the crew did he really begin to find himself, thats fucking hard to do that late in life. instead of calling it some bullshit black and white redemption arc, lets just celebrate izzy being himself and being fucking loved for once in his god damn life.

hes also way more fucking mature and put together than people give him credit for. love you izzy.

edit: thank you all for the reblogs and insights in every single one, i read them i promise i do. im just so mf heartbroken we have to tag things as discourse when its really just about people not being compassionate. (as a couple people have pointed out) i will said id reblog and comment on every single tag but this is my side </3 EVERYONE PLEASE READ THE REBLOGGED TAGS TOO / / theyre so real ! ive also opened up that ask box thingy i havent been on tumblr in yrs and have 0 clue how any of that works if anyone wants my perspective on anything izzy related. *or otherwise ofmd related

#izzy hands #israel hands #our flag means death #our flag means death spoilers #ofmd #ofmd season 2 #ofmd spoilers #cont rant #i just got really passionate dude i cant #im tryna sit here and scroll through tiktok and its fkn #redeem this redeem that #he was FINE; he just didnt respond to change the same way you do #normalize every form of expression even if it doesnt fit your mamby pamby shy baby lifestyle #he did nothing wrong #mf hypocrites i say

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444rockstargf · 7 months

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ok I have a really good one that I don’t think you’ve done before. The reader and euronymous having an argument at a party and she storms off and when he finds her to apologise she starts crying and he continues to apologise and comfort her🤭🤞🏼

ohhh i love angsty stuff 🤭

"remember how we used to party up all night?" | euronymous

this is what makes us girls. - lana del rey

✮⋆˙ [tags] @faesucksass @lustkillers @mayathepsychic1999 @josibunn @simply-stellarr

female!reader x euronymous

word count: 1988 (buckle up yall. this ones a whole novel)

contents: slight implications of rape, violence, blood. please dont read if uncomfortable!!

you felt eyes travelling and up down your body as you and euronymous made your way into the jam-packed house. music was blaring along with lights that were bright enough to blind an unsuspecting victim. the atmosphere had changed the instant you walked through the door. you couldn't tell if it was because of the uncomfortably short dress he’d made you wear tonight or the fact you were the only girl at the party, making you the perfect target.

euronymous dragged you by the arm as he pushed through clumps of people who all had their eyes on you. you’d learned the hard way that there are good and bad types of attention, and this type wasn't making you feel too great. lustful stares followed your trail as euronymous sat on the couch, pulling you onto his lap. the dress travelled up your thighs, catching the attention of those nearby. a few burst into a fit of laughter and cheers, causing a sick feeling to start brewing in your gut.

you shuffled off of his lap, sitting on the couch beside him. you hid your face as you pulled the dress back down, grabbing a pillow to prevent any further incidents. euronymous shot you a glare as you climbed off of his lap. he enjoyed showing others that you were his, but sometimes it just felt like you were a doll that he took around so his friends could gawk at you. you couldnt help but feel exploited whenever you were in this type of situation. but even worse, you felt like it was all his fault.

you turned away from his glare, shifting nervously in your seat. euronymous shifted his attention from you, trying to ignore your attitude. you had been acting out all night and he didnt like it one bit. he often thought back to the earlier times of your relationship when you followed his orders like a little dog. you were becoming more resistant, and he knew that he had no power to stop you. he looked at you through the corner of his eye, watching you shift in your seat. you looked uncomfortable and as much as he wanted to hold you in his arms at this moment, it was you that had pushed yourself off of him.

the stares from all around the room only grew more intense as time passed. there was a horror flick on the black and white TV in the corner of the room, but you were a much more attractive sight at the moment. you kept your head down, not wanting to catch any of the predatory stares coming in your direction. euronymous had brought you here for a good time, but he knew he wasn't getting that out of you tonight. the sickness in your stomach spread as you felt the people watching you like you were on display.

euronymous nudged you with his shoulder, not looking directly at you. you looked up a little, wondering if he’d noticed all the bright signs and wanted to take you home for the rest of the night. his gaze met yours, but it was cold and bitter. “grab me a beer.” he muttered under his breath so you could barely hear him. as you began to stand up, he snatched the pillow off your lap, his face beginning to contort with anger. “now!” his voice was loud enough to catch the attention of a few more people.

you froze on the spot as things went quiet for a fraction of a second. you took a deep breath and turned around, starting to make your way to the kitchen. you pushed through the congregated group of people, trying your best not to touch any of them. a few whistles caught your ear and you felt tears starting to sting your eyes. still, you walked into the kitchen, scanning the area for where the drinks were. there were two guys there and you recognized them at first glance. both were members of euro’s band, and you’d had troubling encounters with both of them in a not so distant past.

you hands began to tremble as your feet travelled in that direction without your brain’s command. they were involved in some conversation that prevented them from noticing you until you were about two feet away. “ ‘scuse me…” your voice was quiet and shaky, but your quiet squeak was all it took for their attention to shift to you. a sickening grin spread across they’re faces. “well long time no see, doll…” his eyes subconsciously scanned your body. their gazes were lust-filled and were radiating with bad intentions.

you sighed and brushed past them, reaching for a bottle of beer from the rack behind them. you stretched to grab one, but your motions were stopped when you felt a two pairs of hands grabbing your hips. your and mind seemed to disconnect, leaving you completely frozen. you heard a quiet chuckle from the other man. “it’s been quite a while since your special night with us… i must say, i’ve really missed this ass of yours.” a band inside your mind snapped. you grabbed a beer-filled glass bottle and closed your eyes as you swung aimlessly behind you.

the bottle hit something hard. it wasn't until you heard a pained cry that you knew that you’d hit your target. the other man watched as blood streamed down his face from his nose. his face was flushed red with an unearthly amount of rage. in a flash, you felt his hard hand make quick contact with your face, the slap sound echoing through the kitchen. you fell to the ground, the power of the slap being enough to literally knock you off your feet.

you saw that he was planning to strike you a second time, so you quickly crawled away from the area as the pained screams grew louder. you felt your knees and palms bursting with sparks of pain as you knelt on the shards of broken glass. once you’d gotten out of their sight, you stumbled out of the kitchen, tears starting to stream down your face. a crowd had gathered in the kitchen by now as the noise grew louder.

you saw euronymous who was standing by the couch and looking slightly puzzled. you ran up to him, wrapping your arms around his torso as a few choked sobs escaped from you. he had never been the affectionate type but at this moment he was even colder than usual. he shot you a glare, like he was saying that whatever was going on, it was all your fault. “what the hell happened in there?! all i asked was for you to grab me a fucking beer!” you looked up at him through tear-filled eyes. you voice came out in short gasps. “t-they were gonna hurt me… i had to do something..!”

you tried to plead with him, but you saw as his expression hardened with every word you said. it was like he had completely convinced himself that you were completely at fault here. he glanced down, seeing the blood that was dripping down your legs and hands. he sighed, rubbing his forehead as if he was trying to reason with a child. “go get yourself cleaned up so we can get out of here. before anyone sees what a mess you’ve made.” a pained look flickered across your face.

“y-you really think this is all my fault, huh?” your voice broke midway through the sentence. euronymous scoffs, “you’re seriously gonna play the victim here?! i know who my friends are. and i know you. so if im being honest, i’d say that you’ve ruined this night for everyone.” you stand there, completely stunned. he rolls his eyes and you feel your heart tear into two. “what, cant handle the truth? sorry doll, but one of these days you’re gonna have to learn not to bitch out whenever something doesn't go your way.”

his bitter voice pierces through the layers of your heart. though you tried to fight it, you couldn't stop the tears from rapidly streaming down your face as your entire body started to ache with fatigue. “drop dead, you bastard. i never want to see you again.” and with that, you took off, running out of the house and running down the street with no place to go in mind. you’d caught a glimpse of his face before you left. his expression was a mix of deep hurt and pure shock. you tried to delete the image from your mind, but the look of his heart breaking right there made you realize how severe the situation had become.

pain tugged at your heart strings as your silent sobs caused tears to fall down your cheeks. it was pitch black outside, and the only thing in sight was a bus stop a little while away. you carried yourself over there, setting yourself on the bench as the night sky began to drizzle. you sighed, looking outside and realizing what a mess your relationship had become. you buried your head in your hands, weeping silently at the lonely bus stop.

time became elastic, leaving you with no clue of how long you had been there. you felt a wave of drowsiness starting to hit you, but the pain you were feeling to too much for you to relax. dark shadows appeared on the streets, an eerie glow dusting over the sidewalks. you were trapped in your daze, it finally breaking when you felt a cold, soft material being draped over your shoulders. you jumped at the feeling, knowing that you were too weak to fight with anyone. you slowly looked up, seeing a dark figure whos silhouette was illuminated by the moonlight.

euronymous’ pale face came into sight, his usually cold and guarded eyes having traces of vulnerability in them. then you realized that they were tears. the lord of chaos himself was crying. “may i..?” his voice came out as a squeaky croak. you simply nodded, not wanting to speak to him until you knew what his intentions were at this moment. he sat down with a sigh, starting to fidget with his thumbs as he avoided eye contact with you. his eyes slowly travelled up, carefully meeting yours. you could see by now that he had been crying a lot. his disheveled state revealed that he had been looking for you ever since you left.

he wiped his tears away before pulling your body into his, wrapping his arms around your shoulders. when he spoke, he sounded like a small child pleading for forgiveness. “i-im so sorry… i didnt mean to hurt you.” a sob escapes from his lips as he continues to get his words out. “i really dont wanna lose you. you’re the best thing that’s even happened to me, and i couldnt imagine what i’d do if anything ever happened to you.”

he put his head in your shoulder, silently sobbing into it as he managed to get his last statement out. “i love you more than anything…” he lifted his head up, trying his best to contain the rest of his tears. you managed to get a tiny smile out of yourself, which he mirrored immediately. he looked down at your bruised body. “look at you, doll. you must be freezing.” he wrapped you up in his leather jacket. “let’s get you home so we can fix you all up.” he shakily stood up from the seat.

you stand up too, swaying on your feet slightly. he notices that you’re slightly disoriented, so he scoops you up into his arms and carries you bridal style. “i love you so much. i promise to never hurt you like that again. i swear it.” with that, he planted a tender kiss on your forehead and started carrying you into the night, taking you home.

author's note: im so sorry yall. this one's rlly intense 😭 and its rlly long. yall should lemme know if i should just keep going with my shorter fics. thank you :))

#rory culkin #lords of chaos #euronymous #x reader #angst #lana del rey #444rockstargf

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keiipopped · 4 months

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My First Scandal🤭

Okay so i wasn’t gonna address this because frankly it’s irrelevant to me but since bitches wanna get on here and post shit and so called ‘call me out’ so fuck it, I’m bored and have time tonight. If youre on enha writing tumblr then you may have seen posts from or about @dramaticalerror who i cant tag cause the bitch blocked me anyway LMAOO. So let me start by saying that if there’s typos its cause i just did my nails and am trying to type fast lmao and haven’t had nails in a hot minute. Anyway. The whole situation is genuinely irrelevant to me but bc people that have never interacted w me a day in their lives have shit to say. Ill say this, First of all, yes i told the bitch to off herself and yes I said I’d whoop her ass if this was irl (CAUSE I WOULD💀) however, this was after so long of conversation and them being rude initially. People I’ve interacted with on multiple platforms including this one as well as in real life can testify to the fact that i am genuinely a sweet person, but i will fight if needed. Last night i was on tumblr and this person came up on the regular enhypen tag which i follow and they were posting to tell people what they were gonna be writing and i ignored it. Then i realized what kind of content they were actually writing and i wanted them to disappear. Anyway i messaged them politely asking that they blocked me so it would basically be like they never existed and they proceeded to respond rudely but this part was not showed in their responses. They later told me i didnt “deserve” it and then that the more i insulted them the more they’d write Niki smuts and tag me in them. Which i stupidly enough earlier deleted the whole chat thread cause i said i was done w the whole thing. but i do have those. Anyway they later posted the chats but only the parts where i got out of hand AND then blocked me ANYWAY like a fucking clown. They also told me I’d eventually write smut which.. i wont? Like. Y’all i swear it was literally like talking to a 8 year old wall.

It’s just funny cause its so easy to tell how immature this person is because of the tags they use like #controversy. Are you serious 💀

Anyways there was so much more that went down in the chat but this is the only important(not) part. Bottom line is the shit they write is disgusting and anyone that disagrees and plans on writing that shit in the future just go ahead and block me.

AND lastly miss me with that “Jungwon and Sunoo didnt get the same defense” because i was fighting bitches when someone literally wrote smut for him the day after his 18th birthday and i wasn’t here when sunoo turned 18. and if you think people waited for Jungwon to turn 19 youre wrong too.

I would tag the mf also but they like i said blocked me anyway. So 🤷🏽‍♀️

#enhypen #enhypen smut #niki smut #enhypen writer #enhypen hard hours #enhypen thoughts #uNfAiR

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softbutchthatlovesyou · 20 days

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Yknow Im tired of seeing people gp "transandrophobia people are just so comfortable allowing terfs in their tags"

and the facts of matter is

1. How do you expect transandrophobia blogs to forcefully stop t/rfs from cross tagging whatever they see fit to push their shitty behavior :? i hope yall didnt forget that theyll spam any tag they can if it makes them feel like they're getting the Own on trans people. go fuck yourself if you blame us that they are shitbags who post in tags that were never for them. why are we being blamed for a bigots actions!!!

2. I have all those assholes blocked actually and cant see them posting in there bc I fucking hate t-rfs and have already blocked apparently most of them. If you see blatant t/rf shit in these tags try calling it out without asuming we're "ignoring" it?? Like just maybe consider I don't see it bc I got that user blocked for being a piece of shit.

3. Just say you want a sweeping reason to be mad at a group. Just say it. its less words than trying to explain how its our fault t/rfs (a known bigot group) target us.

#transandrophobia #transphobia #gideons talking time

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