cobra kai is about a conflict between two people that is happening again, 34 years later, with mirrored events between then and now, and even worse consequences. dark is about a conflict between four families that is happening again, 33 years later, with mirrored events between then and now, and even worse consequences. in this essay I will 

edit: yes. i made an essay. here it is. please read it, it took me hours 

happy 200! i’m so glad to see your blog grow, it’s one of my favorites and i adore all your writing. i’ve never cried so much and i love the kind of unsettling feeling you write in your fics, it’s perfect in the category of yandere and dark content. in particular, i loved your drabble about shigaraki mourning over a dead reader and i’ve reread that one too many times to count haha! as for asks for headcannons and drabbles, it would be amazing to see that with bully!eren especially since he was such an awful person to the reader. i’d love to see him suffer honestly, but if you don’t want to write it, that’s completely fine! once again, i’m so proud of you for hitting 200! that’s such a huge milestone and hopefully, there will be many more in the future! :)

SYNOPSIS: bully!Eren has to navigate the world without you.

Pairing: Bully!Eren x Fem!Reader

A/N: I can't even explain in words how much I CHEESED at this message like my grin was ear to ear. can't explain how many times I read this. It singlehandedly made my day anon, and to repay you for my happiness....here is some angst. this is a slightly different route than the shiggy one but I hope it still suits you <3

TW: mentions of death, past dubcon/noncon, mentions of trauma, bullying, alcohol addiction, drunk driving, abusive behavior, revenge porn, nonconsensual photography/videography, mentions of infidelity, angst, so much of angst, violent behavior

WC: 2.5k

It's not like Eren had been doing a lot of soul-searching. He's not delusional enough to label his half-assed epiphany of "maybe I'm a shitty person" as soul searching.

It's just the conversation with his very sick mother burned holes through the back of his mind. Carla had asked about you and why you don't come by the house anymore. How she missed baking with you in the kitchen, and how you sweetly smiled whenever you would see soft creamy peaks form in the meringue.

Eren felt like he was swallowing needles as he assured his mother with false truths, that nothing was going on and distance between childhood friends is natural, and if it means so much--ok ok he'll bring you over.

He stays until he sees her chest slowly rising and falling into a gentle asleep. He touches the tip of his ears, unsurprised by how hot it was.

Eren, when you tell a lie, the tips of your ears turn red.

You're not at school the next day. Or the day after that. Or the day after that.

Guilt is not an emotion he feels often but the events of the past weekend replay in his mind. It was just a dumb party that Floch threw, and he was surprised to find you cornered by a trio of thee dunderheads. Like a distorted fairytale, he swept you away from the bad guys like a knight in shining armor, to only shove you in an empty room and demand compensation for playing hero.

Fuck, with that big mouth, you would think that you'd know how to suck cock.

Use your tongue stupid slut. If you use teeth, I'll shove this dick in your ass without any prep.

No, I don't care, you're taking all of it.

There's a video on his camera roll. How could he not record it? You're sobbing, mascara running down your cheeks, looking so beautiful and ruined with jizz smeared at the corner of your mouth. He was brutally fucking your mouth, making you take all of his length.

Breathe through your nose dumb whore. Or else you're gonna run out of air.

You were pleading with whatever garbled sounds you were constricted into producing.

Breathe through your fucking nose. This is for your sake. Otherwise, I don't mind face fucking your lifeless body. You'd be more useful that way anyways.

Eren is conflicted with muting the video because he can't stand to hear himself like that. But he didn't want to miss out on your pitiful whines.

He remembers the distraught expression on your face when he was finally done with you. He tucked himself inside, and sneered, "I've got a girl coming here. Get lost." You looked so fucking distraught. Why? All he did was make you suck his dick. He didn't even fuck you.

He should have. Eren thinks grimly when he stares at your empty desk on the first day you didn't show up to school. He's gotten off to the video more than enough times than he can count over the weekend, and he was aching to see your pretty face twisted into a terrorized expression when he flipped up your skirt to grope your ass.

Kindly, Eren decides he'd allow you to have a rest day. But the second day, Eren pays a visit to your house finding it dark and locked, like no one was home and hadn't been there for a while.

On the third day, you're declared missing.

Your incompetent workaholic mother who finally came home and decided to give a damn reported you missing to the authorities who had scratched their heads because as far as they knew, the pivotal 72 hours were up.

Paradis was surrounded by forests. No one wanted to say it, but they were all thinking it. If you got lost in there, chances are you wouldn't make it out.

Eren wasn't always this admired and fawned over. He had his fair share of behavioral issues that frightened people (not you though, not then at least, not when you were children, and you still came back every day to play).

But when he channeled that anger into sports, there was somewhat of a star in the making, especially for some small-town boy. He was becoming extremely popular, and that's nice and all, but at the end of the day, he has a mother whose health was taking a sharp decline. He was constantly under stress, stress that he took out on you.

Where did his favorite stress-ball go?

It's all fucking surreal. Having detectives in the school. Not that there were many students to question (because christ, did you even have any friends after Eren turned everyone against you?).

Eren was questioned. He can't help but mirthfully chuckle. Maybe this was your grand plan, maybe you were able to finally sort out a mountain of evidence against him. If you were going to fuck him over, didn't you want to see it happen with your own two eyes?

The dark-haired boy wishes that was true. If you had gotten your revenge, would you be here? No, revenge isn't the right word. If you got any justice for what he made you suffer, would you come back?

Hi, I'm Detective Hange. I would like to ask you some questions today. You're Eren Yeager, right?

Yes, that's me.

How do you know ___?

We were childhood friends. We're uh, we're not as close anymore.

When was the last time you saw her?

Friday night at Floch's party-

-Floch Forster right? There were a number of kids there from your school.

Yeah. It was a big party. She uh, doesn't usually come to parties but she was there that night.

You were the last person to be seen with her. Other kids have said that they saw you and her entering a room together, and then only her leaving the said room.

[Sigh] Yeah we sorta...hooked up.

I thought you said you guys weren't close anymore.

You can be not close to someone and still hook up with them.

But you guys were close once right?

Yeah. Once.

The dark-haired boy asks if he was under any suspicion. The detective waves their hand in a dismissive gesture, “If her diary tells us anything, it’s only that she really liked you.”

Were detectives even allowed to divulge that sort of information? Eren doesn’t know but the stray detail that they offered off-handedly made him feel like he was swallowing needles.

At that point, Eren honestly still doesn't believe you're gone. You had a habit of running away, even when you were little kids, but you always came back.

Still, he participates in the search parties with a renewed vigor, even going alone in the forest with a flashlight on most nights.

And he's just so fucking tired. The darkest crevice of his mind almost wishes you were dead because this ignorance was just agony. Almost. Because he still clings to the feeling that one day, he’ll stroll into class and find you in your seat in the back of the class, looking out the window like some cliche shojo manga protagonist.

There are folders and folders on his phone. Albums. The most recent one is dedicated to your crying face as you were choking on his dick. Earlier albums are composed of creepshots of your panties, of that obscene o-face, of your skirt flipped up and your ass cheeks, pictures of your cleavage, videos of you thrashing as he dunked your head into toilets like a villainous middle school bully.

Pictures of your neck covered in hickeys, your naked breasts, ass cheeks striped with red after getting spanked, your leaking cunt, just endless and endless media dedicated to pieces and pieces of your body like you were never a whole person.

The earliest ones though tell a different tale, from off-guards to your drooling face as you napped in the middle of the day.

He has a favorite picture. Your eyes are watery from the cold, snowflakes stuck between lashes, nose and cheeks flushed red, and you're smiling. Smiling right to the camera. Right at him.

"Eren, are you taking a picture?" You asked, bouncing in place, giddy that it was finally snowing.

"Not of you, shut up. Get out of the way." His voice is gruff but not harsh.

You laughed and jumped into frame anyway, and the bright streetlamp behind you made you seem like you were wearing a halo.

He wishes he had more pictures of you being...yourself. Because now your crying face displayed over countless pixels haunt him. But like a fucking degenerate, he still jerks off to all the nudes he coerced from you. Sometimes he cries when he's jerking off which is probably the most pathetic thing he's ever done. This is what you've reduced him to.

He hates the sound of his own voice.

Breathe through your fucking nose. This is for your sake. Otherwise, I don't mind face fucking your lifeless body. You'd be more useful that way anyways.

Eren goes through the motions of life without really feeling like he's in the moment. Seasons change and time flies. His mother dies, and his withdrawn father dies a year later. He proposes to Mikasa because it's something he was always supposed to do. She loves him unconditionally, so even when he doesn't put any effort into the relationship but proposes, she says yes hoping he'll change and be a good husband.

He doesn't go to his parents' funerals because they're already dead. What's the point. He doesn't visit the candlelight vigils in your honor either. After tearing his ACL again and a somewhat traumatic injury, he kisses his pro-football career goodbye. To be totally honest, he's relieved. Because he had gotten quite bored, and maybe he was looking for excuses to quit the entire time. It's not like you'd be cheering on the bleachers anyways.

Mikasa has an affair, more out of a desire to see her fiancé feel something for her as opposed to any burning lust. But when she asks him if he's ever cared at all, with tears springing out of her eyes, he's just calmly drinking his fifth of whisky.

The dark-haired man doesn't even look up, "Let's break up."

"Is this about her, huh? Fucking get over it already Eren. She's GONE. And you have some big fucking audacity moping about her death like you weren't making her cry in the bathroom stalls every fucking day you piece of shit."

"Get out."

"You know what, I bet she killed herse-"

SMASH

The dark-haired woman doesn't finish her rant because the whiskey bottle smashes on the wall next to her head, sending glass everywhere and staining the carpet amber. She's unharmed, knowing it wasn't Eren's intention to hit her but Jesus Christ, what a monster.

She packs her bags and leaves the town like she should have a long time ago. All her friends had left years before and she stayed behind because that's where Eren was. She thanks her lucky stars that they didn't marry.

It's funny because he had always imagined himself being the first to move out of their small town, but he's the one staying. He can't leave this place. feels too tethered to ever leave. Every diner and liquor store is saturated with memories of you. He remembers buying cigarettes and exhaling the smoke to your face to piss you off in empty parking lots.

Maybe he stays in case you'll come back.

Eren's days consist of alcohol-fueled hazes. He doesn't know how his liver is still functioning. He doesn't know he's still alive after crashing his car into a tree when he was drunk out of his mind. He was on his way to get some more vodka.

He barely recognizes himself in the mirror anymore, not that he looks at himself much. His hair is long, nestled around his shoulder because he couldn't be bothered to cut it, dark circles under viridian eyes, and a perpetual stubble on his jaw.

His parents had left quite a sizable inheritance so there's no need to work but he's good with his hands. Likes crafting up birdhouses and cabinets, and occasionally does odd jobs around the neighborhood, never charging the elderly.

He's under the sink, tinkering with a wrench against the pipes when he hears the old lady coo at him.

"We're so lucky to have you Eren. I'm surprised a handsome young man like yourself doesn't have a special lady. The girls must be lining up at your door!"

The dark-haired man winces, and offers no comment, knowing that that the older lady was susceptible to long tangents.

"You know, we're getting a new neighbor." Eren grunts as a response. "They're young, I've heard. Isn't that exciting? Oh my, Eren! I think they're gonna be living in the house right next to yours..."

He tunes out the rest of the conversation because doesn't really care. He just hopes his new neighbors are quiet.

It's Sunday noon when obnoxious noises of moving trucks and people wake him up from his deep slumber. Eren's annoyed to wake up despite the fact he's probably been sleeping over 15 hours. He oscillates between getting too much sleep and getting none, his sleeping habits completely dependent on his dreams.

His nightmares are too visceral, visions of your corpse asking him if he'd enjoyed hollowing your soul with his teeth.

His dreams are achingly sweet. You in your prom gown, shining so iridescently like diamonds were sewn into the silk. He's dancing with you, holding you close, and then after you guys go to your favorite diner and gorge on burgers and milkshakes.

There's a peal of distinctly feminine laughter that stirs up Eren's senses. He's so pathetic, was the mere sound of a woman laughing getting him excited?

He sighs. He thinks of the whore he's frequently visited because of her resemblance to you. Hair color, skin color, face shape--with enough alcohol, he could really convince the person beneath him, was you. Maybe it's time to give her a call, but she's gotten so fucking needy and he hated how her voice didn't match yours.

The green-eyed man peers from the lace curtains, irritated by the brats playing on his lawn. A full family next door? Great, just what he needs.

The friendly knock on his door breaks him out of his daze. He contemplates whether he should answer but on the second more muted knock, he lets his feet guide him.

He turns the knob.

And Eren Yeager completely shatters.

Because it's you isn't it? You're the person standing in front of him? He can hear what you're saying but he doesn't really register it, soaking in the cadence of a voice he had long forgotten because all he had were pleading whimpers and frenzied moans stored on his cell.

He's shaking. Is he dreaming? He's dreaming, right? He knows it's you. You're older, far more beautiful than he's ever seen you. You have a different hairstyle, wearing clothes he would have mocked you for, and there's this joyfulness within you that makes you glow.

There's a mess of emotions electrifying in the pits of his stomach from euphoria, anger, and dread. He could feel his skin growing clammy like he was about to vomit at any second.

"Hey, are you all right?"

Doe eyes full of concern peer up at him. He voices out the syllables of your name like a desperate prayer.

You tilt your head to the side, "How do you know my name?"

So I really thought Jamack and Boom Boom and co. were gonna be like: “JFC getting caged up and prodded and the needles and Emilia were awful”

And Hugo/Scarlemagne would overhear and was gonna be like, flat and bitter: “Oh wow, never heard that before.”

And Jamack and Boom Boom and the captured co. would just suddenly go “oh” and fully realize key parts of Hugo/Scarlemagne’s backstory and have a way better understanding of where the hell he was coming from, and feel more sympathy for him and bond with him and get him to talk more about what he went through and help him process it better, and be willing to help him. And Jamack and co. are like super horrified that Hugo/Scarlemagne endured what they went through way longer and endured it since he was born, as a child, that was his childhood; and they would be like, “ohwow no wonder you got so messed up.” It was bad enough for them, and they’re all adults (maybe K-Pop narwhal is a teen?); they can’t fathom enduring it as a child, and from since you were born. They’re super horrified Hugo went through what they just experienced but no one ever came for him, no one ever saved him like they got saved. It would particularly eat at Jamack because he kept the others’ spirits up by telling them that Kipo would come for them, and she did--but no one came for Hugo. And they would be even more horrified that Hugo went through what they suffered through all alone, he had zero other fellow mute lab subjects to even lean on for some support. Jamack and Boom Boom and co. would know it would’ve been worse if they didn’t have each other and had been experimented on in isolation.

And while Hugo/Scarl would be initially kinda overwhelmed by Boom Boom’s new fear of needles because it’s Hitting Very Close to Home, he becomes very sympathetic to them because it Hits Very Close to Home and he’s terrified of needles too, he gets it, so he tries to help Boom Boom, and Boom Boom tries to help him, and they both help each other.

Imagine one side of mutes being like uncomfortable with Hugo/Scarlemagne and wanting his apology and wanting him to make up for what he did, and another side of mutes with Jamack and Boom Boom and co. being like “he had every reason to freak out” and being more positively supportive of Hugo/Scarlemagne and trying to directly help him with his trauma over being Emilia/DNA Burrow’s lab experiment, and they’re like the first ones to ever do that for him.

Imagine a callback to Hugo/Scarlemagne’s public apology with Jamack like cornering Zane. (Thanks to @lemonadesoda for some inspiration on this.)

Jamack: Hey, if you’re sticking around, go the f*ck to the great hall place thing and apologize to Hugo for helping Emilia experiment on him.

Zane: ...Um, I was only following orders--

Jamack: GO APOLOGIZE.

More under the cut:

And later just like:

Jamack: Wait, Zane, shut up, before you say anything else-- *passes Hugo/Scarlemagne a plate of pancakes and fruit*

Hugo/Scarlemagne: Jamack, I’m actively having a stupid panic attack over being in the same room as Zane, I have zero appetite, you do realize I only ever saw him when Emilia was around or for some other horrible thing like sticking needles into me or when they were harvesting my pheromones, he’s not even as worse as Emilia and I’m still stupidly freaking out--

Jamack: It’s not for eating, it’s for throwing. The others threw junk at you before, you should get to do the same with Zane too.

Hugo/Scarlemagne: *is overcome with emotion and just drops the plate and hugs Jamack*

Jamack: *is keenly reminded of Kipo and it really hits him that Hugo and Kipo are siblings, and he awkwardly hugs back because he’s doing better but still unused to stuff like this and didn’t expect Hugo/Scarl to break down like this* O-okay how about Boom Boom and the others throw food at Zane for you, would that be okay--?

Hugo/Scarlemagne: That’sfinethankyousomuch.

Jamack: You bet. You guys ready?

Zane: What the f-- *gets covered in pancakes and such after Boom Boom and co. start enthusiastically and angrily throwing food at him*

Jamack: Okay Zane, go ahead. Apologize to Hugo now.

Omfg imagine Jamack and co. trying that with Lio and Song.

Jamack: Hey Song, happy for you and Kipo--well, mostly Kipo--but have you talked to your son since you got all un-megafied? You know, after he tried helping you communicate with the others andthat’sbecauseyouturnedyourselfintoamegabutthat’sawholeotherdiscussion.

Song: ...Not yet, it’s been a lot right now, things have been happening so fast--

Jamack: Haha okay so I’ve learned by now that’s not a phrase you should ever use with Hugo again, so don’t. C’mon, you need to apologize to him.

Kipo: Um, Jamack--

Jamack: It’s fine, burrow girl. You had Hugo apologize to the others, but he needs some apologies too.

Kipo: But Mom--

Jamack: And your dad.

Kipo: Well, Dad apologized already...kinda....

Jamack: Well Hugo’s apologized, and he’s kept apologizing, and he keeps actively doing something to make up for what he did, it’s been a process for him. Your dad could stand to do a little more too as an ongoing process.

Kipo: But why Mom--

Jamack: Look, Kipo, your parents meant well...I guess...but they still experimented on Hugo before. Like even after Hugo’s apologies and him trying to be better, the others still get to be somewhat bothered by what he did before. It’s kinda the same thing--Hugo can still be upset with your parents experimenting on him even if they’ve changed orsothey’vesaid.

Kipo: When you put it that way....

Jamack: And if I’m understanding this right--sorry burrow girl, but your family history’s just screwed up on multiple levels--your parents could’ve tried immediately escaping with Hugo right after the formula mutated him, right? Like Emilia didn’t suspect a thing. They had just realized they couldn’t continue with the “regress mutes” project. But they stayed to try to find another way for humans to live on the surface--as opposed to just going up there and actually trying and talking to us like you did--and that led to them just mutating you too, right? And they kept Hugo confined and told him to be quiet and that must’ve screwed with his mind, even if they meant well. But again, maybe that could’ve been avoided if they had left with him as soon as they decided they were done with trying to revert mutes.... Anyway after everything, they never got him out of the shitty situation that they were complicit in, for all their promises and “epiphanies.” They never made up for what they did to Hugo.

Kipo: ...I’ll get Dad.

Jamack: Thanks Kipo, that’d be great, I’ve been meaning to get ahold of him too--hey, Lio, you still haven’t visited Hugo at all, have you?

Lio: ...No....

Jamack: And we had a few slow months of just searching for Emilia and IdunnowhywehadtwomegamutesdoityouthinkthatwouldmakeiteasyforEmiliatoseethemcomingandgivehertimetorunbutthat’sagainanotherdiscussion so you could’ve--you know--ha ha, I wouldn’t say things were happening too fast that time, and you were the one to save him after all. Like, that must’ve been so confusing for him; you finally saved him, but then you just don’t see him for months afterward and kinda just leave him in a cage again--

Ahhh Later Later

Jamack: Hey so Hugo’s recovering but he’s well enough to take some visitors now, so Greta, come here, we’re gonna throw some pancakes and junk at you in front of Hugo--might cheer him up a little--and then you’re gonna apologize to him for helping Emilia with--

Greta: I like pancakes!

Jamack: Boom Boom, give the pancakes to Troy and Benson, we’re just gonna use apples this time.

And later later later

Jamack: Kipo, please tell me you didn’t get Emilia too.

Kipo: Fun-Gus took her...pretty sure she’s not gonna last long...either Fun-Gus is gonna suffocate her by accident or something or she’s gonna...off herself somehow, I don’t think she’d want to handle Fun-Gus for long...

Jamack: Ohthankgods Boom Boom and the gang were just gonna throw nectar bombs at her and be done with it if it came to that.

Just Jamack and Boom Boom and Hugo/Scarlemagne and the others should’ve bonded and become the “Humans Experimented on Us and It Sucked” support group, and most of them should’ve come together to help the guy most harmed by Emilia and also become the “Hugo/Scarlemagne Defense Squad.”

And of course Hugo/Scarl should’ve been saved in every way.

SOMEONE FINALLY SAID IT. Thank you to YOU and Elsadidherbest. I had that epiphany a bit after I saw it, like seriously?? We’re suddenly supposed to believe that their parents, especially Idunna, had NO idea where Elsa’s magic came from? Someone tried to convince me otherwise, but I said we don’t know what their trip was for in the first. NOW they’re trying to tell us that it was about her magic, when it was pretty suggestive that they didn’t know much about them in the first...EYE ROLL.

NOTE: Be prepared because Elsa and Anna’s parents frustrate me so much that I’m going to use strong language. So, if you like these characters, or don’t like strong language (even if I do my best to censor it); this is not the post for you.

Look. We have to start from the beginning with this pair of a**holes…

F1!Parents are there only to separate young Elsa and young Anna; nothing more. They are NOT important, they are NOT relevant, and they DO NOT matter. The relationship between 2 sisters is what matters in Frozen. Frozen is NOT about parents, and it certainly isn’t about parents and their kids.

SN: if Lee and Buck wanted to touch on parents so damn much, maybe the sequel should have contained Kristoff and Hans’s parental figures. Because both men have effing disturbing ones and they deserve exploration too. Although Hans keeps being way more interesting to explore than Kristoff imho.

Back to Elsa and Anna’s dumb parents. So, they don’t matter and they are in the movie (for a very little amount of time) to f¨*ck their kids’ lives. Somebody has to, right? After they die Anna never speaks about them again and neither does Elsa. Even if we still get Elsa looking at her father’s portrait on Coronation day and she keeps telling herself the bs he told her since she was a kid, neither sister talks about missing them or give us any word or thought about them being good people. We have no damn reason to get attached to them. Of course the girls love their parents; that goes without saying. But kids perfectly can grow up loving their parents without realizing how sh*tty they are. And this is what happened to Elsa and Anna imo. Because they lost their parents too early, these girls are oblivious to the way their parents sucked.

Frozen 2 ruined these characters EVEN MORE and right now I have way too many thoughts on this to try and make it cohesive. I’ll try for my train of thoughts to make sense, but I’m not confident I’ll be successful. I’m sorry…

Trying to give the parents some depth(?) was a huge mistake. And the way they tried to do it feels like an insult. So now Idu**a is indigenous all of the sudden. What? Why? Where the hell did that come from? Why the hell is she the only WHITE person in a tribe full of brown people? Or why are the Northuldra all brown if Idu**a is white? Are they playing with tokenism here? Several months ago, way before the movie came out, I said F2 should be taken as an alternative universe and not a continuation of the first movie. Lee and Buck trying to promote this fiasco and the first Frozen as a one, whole story really sounded ridiculous then. Imagine how stupid it sounds now. Now on top of that there is one deleted scene from the sequel in particular that makes me hate the parents EVEN MORE than I already do! How is THAT freaking possible?!

To get this straight. F1!Idu**a does not come from a tribe. We don’t know and don’t care where does she come from (or where her husband comes from, for that matter). The plot of F2 makes no sense and this is only one of the many things the directors did to try and give the plot some much needed backbone. Something to stand on. And it still does not work. This plot does not work. These characters do not work.

I know I’m getting sidetracked here. But I noticed something. Lee and Buck invented an “enchanted forest” for the sequel… So… Once Upon a Time can’t use certain storylines for the Frozen characters when they were on the show because F2 might use them… But F2 can use an Enchanted Forest AND a mist being some kind of threat/prison for its habitants? Seriously? I think that’s quite a hypocritical move. What the actual f*ck where Lee and Buck thinking, really? I’ll tell you what: NOTHING AT ALL. Because not a single good/original idea dropped from their heads for this sequel. They just made bigger fools of themselves.

Now the voyage. NOW they want us to believe the parents went to travel looking for a way to help Elsa? As far as I can tell basically the whole damn fandom thought, or were convinced, they were going to Rapunzel and Eugene’s wedding for Pete’s sake!!! In F1 by having them go on a trip to Corona (if you want to believe that) Elsa was spared the pain and agony of letting herself think it was her fault that her parents were dead. What did the sequel do? Add this tremendous stupidity of Idu**a and **narr traveling to look for answers for their daughter’s powers? Seriously? This makes it look like they added such thing only to hurt Elsa. To add a damn burden she didn’t f*cking need. This might as well confirms to me that Lee and Buck don’t give two flying sh*ts about Elsa. They must hate her just as much as they hate Hans then.

In the first movie Idu**a was a dumba** that stood there silent and useless. The sequel made her an a**hole. **narr on the other hand was always an a**hole. The sequel only made him a major one.

Benjamin Carter - “Truth Without A Filter.” #1 “F*ck it.”

“I no longer focus on anyone else’s flaws. I could care less about their wrong doings or mishaps, whether they seem malicious or otherwise; I realized people are cruel, and this is our reality. I know that I control what I do, when I do it, and how I decide to do it, so when I see something emotionally provocative, out of place, dirty, “messed up,” or just plain wrong, I’ll either fix it myself, if it’s immediately affecting what I’m doing at that present moment, walk away, or just not mention it. It does not matter what others try to do to offend, manipulate, coerce, or derail me anymore. I’ve pretty much mastered the art of not giving a f*ck. As unbelievably difficult as it may seem to the average inexplicably and consistently angry Joe, when I get angry, I simply remember… The Karate Kid. No sh*t, you know, but just let me explain. I think of The Karate Kid, the old one of course, not the newer 21st century one that attempted to end racism, so needless-to-say, the good one; I think about the scene where Mr.Miyagi looked as if he was extremely livid, and about to commit an action due to that feeling, but instead simply honked the guy’s nose. Hell of a build up though, I have to admit; neck and neck with the Aristocrat’s Joke. To me, in that scene he exemplified the most perfect example of turning something highly tense, and emotional, into something completely insignificant. In a weird way, the day I gave up, was the day i assumed that scene as my new guideline to life. The introductory master of that fine skill i mentioned earlier. Sometimes however, I still have to remember that no matter what happens to you in life, no matter how angry you are, or how much you’re noticed, or anything else you do, or even anything that’s done to you, in this mundane monotonous excuse we all call existence; life goes on. Therefore I always know that nothing is worth being able to sit on my couch, or lay in my bed, smoke a phatty, and watch a good movie, show, or even read a good book. I could compose a tear-jerking musical number, or paint a breath-taking picture; or jerk it to little people porn. The point is, nothing is worth the freedom to do what you want, when you want to do it. The catch of course is, it has to fall into the legal precedence’s that a bunch of drunk, wood-toothed, powdered-wig enthusiast, wealthy caucasian “gentlemen” set for this fantastic country I had the “immense pleasure” of being born into, without request that is. The truth, you know, my truth, the one I never wanted to admit or accept, is that my life is 150%, totally and completely insignificant; everyone’s is, if you ask me. I figure no matter what you do with it, eventually it will be forgotten, or steadily declined in importance, or altered and changed, slurred, slandered, demeaned in some way, etc. etc. So I thought to myself, well, could this really be true? Am I being forced to realize that this grand individual perception of greatness that is me, is, well, not so magnificent? And more than that, are you saying I’m… average? No.no.no, impossible, I’m not special? I’m going to need some proof. Well, I guess that other part of me, you know, the one that urges me to base my actions on logic, in reality, on planet earth. Well yeah, that part. That part said, “Ok Divine,” wait I know, Divine? The blog says, Benjamin Carter? Well short off topic, my original name was Divine. Divine Prophecy. No sh*t, I’m absolutely serious; Divine F*cking Prophecy. A name I thought, after this life-changing epiphany would probably confuse or even piss off a few select people, who actually think names have a realistic association with that f*cked up illogical concept we call destiny. In my mind this is a sick thought process in the first place. What if a kid is named based off of a family pride? Something like, I don’t know, Adolf. Is that kid destined for “EVIL!” Probably not, stupid. So yeah, anyways, decided to change that bullsh*t with the quickness, and well, Benjamin Carter was born. So following that excerpt of information I never wish to hear myself discuss again, that part of me I was talking about earlier said,”Ok Divine, you want proof, well, chew on this f*ckface,”Every human being you can think of that’s actually made some kind of lasting, seemingly unforgettable change in the world, whether ol’ teresa or Kim Jong-Un; airgo bad or worse, spent or are spending, the entirety of their lives on one specific task. They suffered, and bled, and cried, and even died for their agenda, and all of that effort gave them the result of successfully being remembered from time to time for doing something annoying. But Hey! Maybe they get lucky enough to have an entire day of remembrance in their “honor.” Well, to those great men and women, I say, Congratulations retard, I I meant uh, outstanding human-being! You have been successfully remembered for being a nuisance to somebody, or you know, the other version of that, “Changing the world” or whatever. Then I say, “Now to the back of my mind you go; until next year this time, where I pretend to care again.” When I thought about this, in the privacy of my own unconformed, uncontrolled, open and truly independent mind, you know what happened next? I came into a life-altering realization. I began understanding that I could spend my entire life dedicated to making the world different, or hoping to be at least a part of some nobel cause, and the absolute best thing I could hope for, is that at some randomly selected time in existence I’d or something I’d done, when I’m old and irrelevant to most, or dead; would be remembered, and If I’m really lucky, maybe even celebrated, for about a day. One day of memorialized elation, for a life-time of selfless action, dedication, and to some degree - suffering. And on top of this, if what I did made it that far, would solely depend on whoever’s opinions matter most at the time. I realized I could spend my whole life, unsure of what may happen when I die, doing something to change the world for little to nothing in return; or I could simply stop giving a fuck about what the hell other people were doing, or feeling, or how they were living, or even how that living affected me. Then, your going to love this part, I just… started living. Living unconcerned, unmoved, unbothered, and unaffected by anybody else for any reason at all. I consequently assumed the, now much appreciated adjective to my personal repertoire, “Nonchalant,” or how I like to convey it, “Energy Efficient.” The point is, I came to a point of successfully neglecting my pride. I no longer acknowledge my ego, I have no worries, well, next to my own personal health and well-being of course; I’m always aware that, life goes on. Not just for me, but for people everywhere; for all of time, past, present, and without a logical reasonable doubt, future. To me I’d successfully found, true freedom. I guess to sum it all up really, if you’re the kind of great person that appreciates the concise version of things, “I embraced the asshole in me.” Subjectively speaking of course, more or less.”

Stay tuned for Part 2 to this: “How I do it.”