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smoothjazzdigit · 1 month

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PLEASE expand on your thoughts for muppets abc i would love to hear them /nf /gen /pos

Okay for some reason I didn’t get notified for this ask so sorry it’s a bit late!

But YES thx for the opportunity to rant ab this show

Pros

I actually am a big fan of muppets abc. I’ll get into the cons later but I like the style of humor the show has (for the most part), I like when the muppets have more of an adult spin where it’s not like family guy humor but it’s a little more mature than most muppet projects. The modern muppets have been so heavily targeted toward children in many projects that it’s nice to see them recognize that a lot of modern muppets fans are adults (not that adults can’t like children’s humor, I for sure do, but y’know).

Also I really like a lot of the people they chose as guests for the show, and I honestly like the sitcom style following the muppets backstage of a show. I think it’s a good modernization of the original muppet show premise that allows it to focus less on skits and more on characters. Also normally I despise social media plot lines but I actually like the way this show handles pulling the muppets into the digital age, which is crucial for such a timeless property.

Also, as many problems as there are for muppets fans, it’s a really good show to watch with people who casually enjoy the muppets. This show’s style is more to the taste of some of my family members so I like watching it with them. And separate from the muppet’s characterizations the comedy is really good (but that’s subjective so I can see how it rubs some people the wrong way).

Cons

For one the cliffhanger ending kills me. Even if this show was weirdly received it had a really short run, they could’ve used a few more episodes or another season so we didn’t get left on such an annoying cliffhanger (that left Kermit and piggy still officially broken up since the show didn’t continue long enough for them to get back together).

Ok let me get into characters now, because that’s a criticism that I think is 100% valid (though I also think few people other than jerry juhl have properly understood the muppets and not flanderized their characters in some way)(but yeah it’s really bad here).

Scooter!!

How they’ve massacred my boy!

We’ll get to piggy but scooter is the one I’m most upset about. Why? Why change him from nepo baby humor to haha nerd comedy?? It was 2015 man we love making fun of nepo babies and rich people nowadays why would they change the character whose gimmick gets funnier with age?

His characterization feels pulled from the Big Bang theory. All his comedy is just “virgin nerd” comedy. I love that the show tried giving him more screen time than other projects but they fumbled the bag. He was a spoiled teenager who was wild and fun and could get away with anything because his uncle was rich. I get he’s older now but I refuse to think aging did this to him.

Because I’m a nerd I’m gonna pull some quotes about scooter from the new Richard hunt biography bc that man understood his characters.

“Like Hunt, Scooter is a born performer. Scooter also resembles Hunt in his amiable disposition and his almost nonchalant acceptance of the other characters and their quirks.”

“This acceptance stems from his own quiet confidence in himself… happily amusing himself and the people around him.”

“‘Scooter is a perpetual kid and very comfortable with who he is,’ said Hunt.”

HMMMM? CONFIDENCE? A PERFORMER? COMFORTABLE WITH WHO HE IS?

abc scooter just gives off such anxious vibes it really makes him feel like he’s lost the part of himself that made him so much like Richard Hunt.

Piggy

Ughhh she’s just not fun to watch for the most part in this show. I like the idea of her being the star of the show this time around, reminds me of her unexpected rise to fan-favorite muppet soon after Oz took over her character.

I also really like her friendship with deadly. I think miss piggy so often is boiled down to her love for Kermit that I really love the idea of having her explore platonic bonds. Her looking so hard for happiness in romantic relationships but eventually realizing that deadly is the one who’s been by her side, that he’s her friend and that she really loves him for sticking by her is a really sweet arc (for both of them. Love platonic piggy relationships and I like the modern fashion designer vibe they’ve been doing with deadly, I think it’s a fun reimagining of his original character).

But her diva meter really is pushed up to eleven.

Not to pull more from the Richard hunt bio, but Oz describes piggy as “The tough woman underneath the coyness. And the fact that she had to be coy to get things the way she wanted them, like most women at that time.”

Piggy is from humble beginnings and understands how she needs to act to get people to feel a certain way about her. She also won’t take shit from anybody, though. She knows her worth and knows she’s worked hard to get here, but it also was such an uphill battle to stardom for her I just refuse to believe she would become so selfish and act so privileged the way she does in the show.

ABC piggy doesn’t feel like a girl who tries to be coy but knows to be tough when she needs to be. ABC piggy is mean. She has a thin temper and everyone is scared of her and she’s so removed from the non-famous life that she has trouble bonding with people. She only does community service for publicity and can barely manage to do any manual labor. She’s not tough. She’s angry. She’s short-tempered and violent. And she has no trace of her humble roots, that gratefulness for the position of fame she’s in that she holds in so many other roles.

Others

Sam is pretty creepy. I love his gag of being the censorship for the show, him popping up saying “can’t say that” is a nice little nod to him trying to control the chaos of the original show and his little conservative speech sketches. His crush on Janice is kinda odd tho. I like him getting more modern spotlight, I really like his character in most wanted (though a rewatch of that is needed haven’t seen it in a while). But yeah he’s kinda weird here.

Also why were gonzo and Camilla broken up. Disagree. Idc about your relationship drama they’re the muppets otp.

Uhh trying to think off the top of my head, it’s been a few months since my rewatch of the show. I don’t like the mayhem fight. I think teeth and Floyd fighting over Janice is weird and off for them in modern day. Respect Janice rejecting labels, go off Queen.

Conclusion/TLDR

I had more to say than I realized but I don’t want to make too long of a post. Tldr, I really like the show and it’s humor but it does feel divorced from “the muppets” as a pre-established franchise and characters. The characterization is bad, even though I appreciate them trying to give more screen time to some lesser used characters, it didn’t really work. I just think it had a lot of potential, and I like the idea of a more adult but still family oriented muppet show, but the execution was really hit or miss.

Refer to my previous post about it for more condensed thoughts, weird show all around lol

Also stan abc Big Mean Carl. Stole the show, 10/10

#wow thanks for the ask sorry about the length of this post yikes #but lmk if there’s any other muppets projects you’d like to hear me rant about!#muppets abc discourse has been said before I know none of these are really new takes but these are my thoughts #the muppets #muppets #muppets abc #the muppets abc #muppets 2015 #scooter muppets #miss piggy #Sam the eagle #aghg this took me like half an hour to respond to lol. good use of time tho #ask #asks

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zackmephisto · 4 years

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Talk about Kenny! You know you want to!

anyway has anyone noticed that kenny omega is literally like.... so passionate about everything he does? like... you can just tell he puts his heart and soul into everything. not to be gay, but it takes my breath away, you know? i could watch kenny wrestle, talk about wrestling, play video games, or talk about video games, all the whole ass live long day.

also he’s so fucking??? goofy? whole ass makes me laugh allll the time when he does his goofy shit on bte like. “yOu SoN oF a BiTcH” is so fucking hilarious every time. and the faces he makes are ICONIQUE.

and i’d be remiss if i didn’t talk about like... how emotional he can make an audience feel. like... whether you’re liking him or not with this whole hangman thing, for instance... you cannot deny in the slightest that he’s lending such a realism to the whole thing, you know? being that friend who’s worried but also fed the fuck up. you can see it in his body language, hear it in his words, see it in the way he looks at adam and looks at the rest of the elite, that he just wants what’s best for everyone but he’s exhausted. it’s like he’s tried everything he could but he’s running out of things to do and i think it helps lend to this like... feeling of foreboding that Something Is About To Give.

and on a bisexual note... him being so unabashedly bi, even if he’s just like. mentioning it offhandedly, like he do sometimes, honest to god makes me cry every time. my sort of ‘come to jesus’ moment when i realized i was bisexual was not a happy time in my life due to lack of support and just general depression and anxiety in general lol and even though that was years ago i’m still so hesitant about talking about my sexuality - which i’m really proud of, damn it - to certain friends and to my Entire Fucking Family, and i had just kind of started coming to terms with the fact that like... it was just gonna be like that lmfao like... like i just felt like. okay. i’m not gonna have the support i need, and that’s gonna be fine. i’m gonna just stay in my lil closet and keep to myself.

but then i started watching Other Wrestling Other Than WWE and started learning about kenny and tbh instantly like. latched onto him as my Emotional Support Bastard and then i learned that he’s fucking bisexual? and it’s just fucking. there’s no Big Deal about it? he’s just Like That and no one gives a shit? oh my god. i still fucking like... on god i still cry about it sometimes. i really wish i could put it into better words how much it means to me who’s still irl really in the closet with a good chunk of people who matter most to me but honestly i was never good with words so.

~*quarantine questions*~

#PHEW #alright..... sorry lads #but I Had A Lot To Say #dirt's asks #friends tag #thx for giving me the opportunity to rant!!#merchfreak

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boimgfrog · 3 years

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MILES MORALES SYMBIOTE OC

HER NAME IS JAMES AND HER SYMBIOTE IS CALL CHAOS (Chay [pronounced kay] for short) AND SHE WAS TAKEN IN BY SYMBROCK COS CHAOS WAS STARTIN SHIT AND SHE'S SO OP AND OBVIOUSLY CREATED BY A 14 YR OLD WITH DADDY ISSUES BUT I LOVE HER

#she goes to miles' school and theyre all cutesy and shit #and miles knows shes chaos cos he saved her once as spiderman #but james doesnt know hes spiderman so theres this whole tension #and eddie is like 24/7 losing his mind cos he doesnt know how to parent a teenager??? wtf???#but they have a rly cute relationship #and chay and venom are like >:3 its great #chaos is a HORRIBLE wingman tho #theyre a bastard and they dont get along w james at first so its like #james: *doing a class presentation or some shit*#chay: hmm yes time to SCREAM #anyways thx for giving me tho opportunity to rant i will be drawing her #she also has the best character design out of all my ocs i think #just visually its a goof contrast #*good #jay says a thing #asks #mutuwuals

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cnc-hoebayb · 5 years

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I assume you can be a makeup artist cause sis those wings are SHARRRP!

That is the best compliment i could ever get omg dude

I actually used to be so shitty at eyeliner that i hated it so much lol and then not to braG, but suddenly i got powerful at it 😂😭 so now i just can never stop in case i forget how to do it

LikEee MIRA wow

Also fun fact:

I used to be soooo obsessed with monster movie/ special effects makeup so i give credit to those days when i spent hours on intricate details to get things perfect. I have so many pictures of me dripping in fake blood and dramatic recreations of characters that at this point I’ve lost count

#thx for giving me opportunity to rant lol #te amo mi amor

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redhawtriot · 4 years

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Baby Boom (Bakugou x Reader)

Tip Jar ☕- Not expected but always appreciated💞

I am posting at not my normal time at ALL, but I really wanted to get this chapter out so I can work on my favorite chapter so far lol (month five is boutta be LIT) if the tags aren’t working i’ll fix them tomorrow they are acting weird rn.

Thx, for the patience. Love y'all

extra chapter warning: sexual harassment, nsfw..ish

HnM 💕

Month 1, Month 2, Month 4

--MONTH 3--

It was a Friday night about two months ago when Katsuki Bakugou had found himself on the second floor of Club 52—or “the booty room”—as it’s so brusquely known.

But he sure as hell didn’t fucking belong here-- Surrounded by drunken idiots when he had to stay alert and keep his mind sharp-- groped on by inebriated/drugged up women who he would simply growl at in return-- drenched in the germy sweat of the fucking extras around him when he could be at home in his clean bed thinking about how to improve himself tomorrow.

Honestly. How in the flying fuck did he let those three walking hairstyles talk him into coming to this shit show?

The driving beat of the music dancing within his chest was his only saving grace, its constant booming throwing him into a state of familiar comfort as he watched the colorful lights burst around him. He had to admit… they were nice…

No!

Fuck that! He still didn’t belong here, dammit! His roommates, Dumb, Dumber and Dumbest, had all three nagged, and nagged, and nagged him to come here the entire week.

At their begging, Bakugou quite frankly wished that he had lost even more of his hearing than he already had from his quirk. Maybe he could find one of his old drumsticks and jam it into his head—or up those idiots’ asses, “Ahh! I’LL GO! JUST LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE!” It was the only way to keep him from losing his job as a hero and committing a triple homicide.

So yeah, that’s how he ended up in the booty room—and he wasn’t gonna gratify those damn idiots for even a second by enjoying just an ounce of the hellscape.

“You’re not drinking, huh?”

A sudden inquiry snapped the man out of his thoughts, and he found himself whipping his head around to face the feminine voice that had cut through the loud room. As soon as his eyes encountered yours, Bakugou felt his jaw drop slightly at the sight.

But then he quickly noticed the way that your eyes flickered down to his mouth, and the mocking way that your lips began curving up into a smirk at his display. He wanted to kiss knock that smug look clean off your pretty face. He immediately clenched his jaw back shut and hardened his traitor of an expression so that no more slip-ups could be had.

The two of you sized each other up for a moment before you slickly glanced over your shoulder with a nod, “So I am guessing those belong to you, then?” you motioned toward Mayonnaise, Ketchup and Mustard—all three of Bakugou’s roommate idiots making a theatrical, display in the middle of the dance floor.

Kirishima—who had long taken his shirt off by this point-- noticed Bakugou’s disapproving gaze and attempted a wave back, only to lean into a drunken stumble.

Bakugou clicked his tongue, snapping his regard from the (flat out embarrassing) show “I’m not anyone’s damn babysitter. They’re grown men. They can fucking handle themselves!”

“Good… I’d like to have you to myself for a while,” you turned to the bar-tending counter and beckoned for two drinks.

Bakugou eyed how the man behind the counter ingested you. He was a lion looking for his prey’s weakness and you didn’t even seem to notice—or care. He glared at the man, subconsciously taking a step toward you to speak as the bartender handed you your drink, “For what?” Bakugou asked you flatly. He didn’t even know why the hell he was entertaining this.

You simply shrugged, throwing your eyes up as innocently as you could with the contrarily wicked smirk that befell your face, “To… talk.”

“Yeah right. You’ve got some freak look in your eye. You want something else.”

“Well, hell yeah! Have you seen yourself?” you laughed and Bakugou couldn’t tell whether the stutter in his chest was from your utter bluntness, or from the melody of your happiness, “Anyway, I wont waste your time—or mine. Come find me if you want to…” you trailed off as you handed him the second drink in your hands. You had to bite your lip from smiling too hard, “…Talk. Ba-Bye~.”

As soon as you were the short ear distance away and faded into the dense crowd, the bartender gave a low whistle, “She was fucking fit as hell. God, the things I would do to her!” Bakugou felt his face twitch suddenly as the man continued his rant, “She’d never be able to walk that pretty little walk ever again. Yo, let’s hope she’ll still be here by the time I get off!” he chuckled but Bakugou didn’t see any thing fucking funny about what the bastard said. He might live in what is effectively a hero’s version of a frat house, but still, he never understood “locker room talk.”

Bakugou angrily downed the entire drink in his tight grip in one long pull before slamming it back onto the counter forcefully. His red eyes burned holes through the bartender’s fearful ones—the cup breaking apart under his palm, “She won’t be. Keep your dirty eyes off her, you bastard,” Bakugou didn’t even allow the man an opportunity to rebuttal as he stormed away, his fiery glare set intently on one thing only—or one person only…

That night Bakugou watched intently as the ceiling above him teetered and danced for a moment—sinking into the deep feeling of numbness that his intoxicated mind had succumbed to after about his fourth drink. He wasn’t exactly used to this feeling—this caving in on himself and sense of absolute relaxation as he melted into his bed.

Sinking.

...Sinking.

Wait, was his bed really sinking? His eyebrows furrowed into a state of confusion before he heard a sigh coming from next to him. Things finally clicked into place in his slowed mind.

Oh yeah. That’s right…

He would never get used to having someone else in his bed, probably.

Bakugou turned to where you were imprinting yourself down onto his mattress. You laughed at his stern expression, extending your arm to caress the side of his face, “God, your face is s’ intense like that. It gives me chills,” your thumb danced across the permanent furrow of his eyebrow. There had to be a magnet underneath his skin somewhere right about there that kept the brows in a constant state of attraction.

He snapped his face away from you as the magnet’s strength intensified and twisted his expression even deeper into anger, “Heh?” Goddamn, you were a fucking difficult girl to read for as blunt as you were.

You march up to him in the club like you own the damn place and send him heart eyes and flirtatious body signals, just to stone cold walk away like he never even existed? You proclaim that you want to fuck him, yet made him dance with you for almost an hour before you lead him out?? You let him fuck you in thirty different directions, just to call him out for looking “intense?!!” His friends (if you could fucking call them that) always said that he had an ugly mug, the jealous bastards, but why would a girl he slept with--

“You’re jus’ beautiful is all,” you faintly slurred, instantly hushing any of his thoughts and softening his expression, “People tell me all the time ‘You’re a pretty girl! You should smile more, but why th’ hell should I go around smilin’ for people who don’ deserve it? If they don’ like my resting state, then—”

“Then they can fuck themselves.”

“Yeah,” you looked up at him with a lazy smile. To a sober mind there was no doubt that your expression was an obviously drunken happiness, but to Bakugou’s in that moment—he couldn’t help but think that maybe there was something deeper behind that smile. You giggled, “They can fuck themselves,” you agreed more heartedly-- leaning into Bakugou and rolling him onto his back before snaking your way on top of him. You planted a trail of wet kisses up his neck and finished by making a small bite on his jaw “And maybe you can fuck me,”

Your warm breath on his sensitive neckline made him shiver underneath his skin, but he prayed that you couldn’t feel it. He scoffed to cover the pathetic display, “Again?”

You laughed before planting even more smiling kisses all over him—pressing your body even further into his with each one, “and again. and again. and again…”

“Pervert.” Bakugou tried to grab you by your hips to keep you from grinding into him even further—or at least that was what he intended to do; however, instead he ended up using them to guide your rhythm in rubbing against him.

You laughed again as you sat up on top of him and pressed your hands to his chest—your hips far from slowing down or stopping, “Maybe so, but can y’ really blame me? I have this guy in bed with me who isn’t even tryin’ to make me smile, but I have been fucking cheesin’ it up all night with ‘em.”

Bakugou didn’t even try to fight the growing smile on his face. It really was damn corny and pathetic--whatever this was between the two of you. But it felt so… so fucking right to him.

Still, he was going to tease you-- otherwise he wouldn't be him, “Well, I have this girl in bed with me who won’t stop smiling and it’s really fucking starting to creep me the hell out,” he suddenly flipped you onto the bed and mounted himself on top of you before placing his own assault of kisses on your body. His face only reemerging to take in your stupid, corny, beautiful smile for a long second.

You were absolutely stunning in every respect of the word.

Yet--

Two months later, the same face that now stood in front of him on the platform of the train station was far from smiling—honestly neither was he. He was pissed the hell off. You didn’t even recognize him until just now?? Was he really so fucking immemorable?

You backed away from the man who had just saved you from falling to the tracks. You took him in one final time as the two of you sized each other up, “I don’t even know what to start…”

Bakugou’s face contorted in such anger that it could have been mistaken for disgust, “How about you start by giving me some fucking answers!” he screamed, causing your heart to drop and your stomach to lurch. The two organs effectively were trying to switch places.

Oh fuck. He knew?

“T-to what…?” You trailed off, but you had a feeling what he was going to say next. He was gonna chew you out about the damn parasite growing in your uterus, but you had no idea how he could have known about that! He shouldn't know that!

Deku didn’t tell... He didn’t! ...Did he?? Your heart raced and assaulted your rib-cage with an armada of thrums.

“Why did you sneak out that morning, huh!?” as soon as the words flew out of his mouth, you paused—your mind not quite able to comprehend his grievance, “I was just some sex toy for you? That it??” When he finished yelling and glared at you with expectancy burning within his red irises, you found yourself tilting your head a bit in astonishment and confusion.

Your heart had dropped, but you couldn't tell if it was from relief or repugnance.

That? That was the question he needed answers to?

In the grand scheme of the fuckery on hand, his damaged ego was literally not your problem. You crossed your arms as you stretched your neck toward him, “Because it was supposed to be a club hump and dump! So yeah! We were just sex toys! That was kinda the whole fucking point!” Note the fucking emphasis on ‘supposed to be’! Ugh!

A tinge of underlying hurt quickly flashed across the blond’s stern face. You gave a short, sharp sigh in exasperation as you laid your forehead in one of your palms, “Look, I am not exactly here to cater to your wounded pride. Sorry that you caught feelings for me, but I wasn’t exactly obligated to fix you breakfast that day,” the tired, emotional remarks flew out much faster than you could filter them, but you still felt a twinge of remorse as soon as they hit the air.

The man in front of your face look completely stunned as if you just slapped him across the cheek with your words. It actually seemed pretty unnatural on his expression—like a rare, endangered species-- something not many have seen. Soon enough, however, as the dust of your words fell his expression settled back into a more natural state of fury, “You’re fucking right,” he grunted before turning to exit up the stairs of the subway, “I’m not obligated to listen to this horseshit either.”

Oh fuck. What have you done?

You knew that you had laid it on pretty thick, but the emotions you felt were just so damn overwhelming, “Kacchan… I…!” Why couldn’t you have said something different? Nicer maybe?

Whether you liked it or not, your lives were now tied together and this was not a good first impression—or uh-- second impression technically-- whatever! “I promise you’re gonna want to hear the end of this.” you called to his retreating form.

Bakugou’s face shriveled even further, stretching its extent of maximum disgust. Hearing that name come out of your mouth left his stomach feeling ill, “I promise you, I don’t give a fuck”

You slapped your arms at your side as you finally halted in your attempt to get him to stop walking away. Fuck it. You were about to completely call his bluff because you definitely weren’t about to chase him. You were much too tired and emotional for this shit! You just wanted to get home and sleep these random-ass, foreign emotions away, “I’m pregnant.” you simply exclaimed.

Bakugou froze.

In that moment, it was as if the entire world around him had iced over as he replayed your words in his head over and over again. He couldn't have heard you right, “What?”

The man felt every fiber of his being stiffen. So much so that he couldn’t even bring himself to turn around and face you. In your silence was his answer loud and clear, “How… how the fuck do I know it’s mine?” he murmured, still unable to turn towards you—he didn’t want you to see the raw emotion that his face probably held in that moment.

You barely even heard him, but the weight of his words was heavy enough to slam down on your ears and cause a burning reaction from you “What?!”

Your shriek finally prompted him to whip himself around, and you almost wish that he didn’t. The mangled mess of feelings transcribed on his face left his cheeks flushed a furious shade of red as he shouted at you, “You like one-night stands so much—how do you know it’s mine?” With a horrified expression, you glanced around you for a moment to the other people in the subway, who immediately adverted their gazes.

“Hell, You’ve been hanging around that bastard, Deku. How do I know it’s not his?” You looked back to Bakugou with a choked ‘Wow!’ that could be interpreted as “Are you fucking kidding me right fucking now??” These strangers were getting one hell of a show, too.

You stormed up to him to keep him from shouting your all of your dirty laundry into the air, “Deku and I aren’t—” You stopped yourself. Would any fucking thing you said to this man make a difference? He didn’t know you from fucking Adam-- or from fucking Adam. You groaned in annoyance, “Look! I know that it’s yours because you're the only idiot I have slept with in months! An idiot who doesn’t know how to use a goddamn condom apparently!” you half whispered to him as your spectators began eyeing you again. You flipped them off as Bakugou continued,

“I’m the idiot?! Well if you could ACTUALLY FUCKING REMEMBER that night then you would know that we did use condoms the first three times! They ran out and you told me to keep going,” He screamed—by this point you’d given up hope of containing your melodrama as he continued loudly, “What idiot says that unless they are on birth control or something?!”

You throw your face in your hands with a shriek of a sigh before looking back up to his furious face “Here’s the deal,” you decided to completely ignore his comment, becoming tired of this theatrical display of emotions spewing from him, “I can’t spontaneously conjure up some proof that this-- this thing is yours but I assure you it fucking is. But hey!! If you don’t want to stick around, I am not the type of person to make you. I can deal with this myself,” his face fell a bit as you swiftly turned yourself around to make your exit, but you didn’t make it far before you felt a heavy hand grab you by the wrist.

“Let’s say it is mine...,” Bakugou offered flatly, “You don’t think I can handle it” his daring tone left your mind whirling. This wast a fucking wrestling match or even one of his villain attacks! He continued, “You’re dumber than you look if you think I’m gonna let my kid grow up without me. Give me your fucking number,” He easily snatched your phone from your front pocket with a slight protest coming from you, but ultimately, you really were tired as hell and just wanted this day to be over with al-fucking-ready. You sighed as he put his number in your phone—your mind briefly wandering why you didn’t put a password on the damn thing.

In a short instant, he shoved your device back to you and promptly turned on a heel. Only acknowledging you once more to tell you to “Stay off of the fucking train tracks,” before he stiffly marched away. Good riddance.

You couldn’t even blame the spectators anymore. This was a mess. This was a downright, melodramatic, teen drama on CW disaster. This was… this was your life now.

Fuck…

“Oooh... no smiles today, huh?”

About a week later you found yourself walking up the stairs to a modern mansion with stupid windows for walls. A true sign of pretentiousness and obvious lack of shame. This house was a display for all to see... kinda like your argument with that Bakugou last week.

You shook this thought out of your mind and put your ‘work cap’ back on. You were on your way to get some test shots in for the week with your new hair cut that the agency had forced on you recently.

Instead of throwing her a “What’s there to smile for?” like you wanted to, you threw her a “This better?” and forced a small smile at the girl, Dina, who had traveled along with you to get her test shots done today as well. Usually for these kinds of things, you would be alone as you traveled to the photographer’s house, but it was always nice to have someone come with you so you weren’t complaining—well-- not about her company at least.

There truly was nothing to smile for recently. You were pregnant with a raging, quirkcist asshole’s child, said asshole won’t answer any of your damn texts or calls that aren’t directly related to the prenatal appointment that you two have later today, Deku hasn’t been able to hang out with you as much because of his work, and as trivial as this may seem, you looked in the mirror today to saw a completely different person.

You were quite used to your agency drastically changing your hair, but that, along side the obvious rounding of your face and the speckles of hormone induced facial topography growing on your skin, led you to a slight identity crisis. The girl in the reflection was a sloppy second to who you used to be and you hated it-- you hated sharing this body.

“Trouble in paradise with Deku, Y/N?” her tone had a hint of worry in it as she rung on the doorbell to the modern house. You could only give her a slight shrug as the bell sung out,

“I’m fine. Really.” you lied.

“Hello, hello!” The photographer’s voice loudly blared out before the door could even fully open to reveal him. He gave you a shocked glance, “What a pretty lady—pretty ladies!” he corrected as he stepped aside and invited you in with the swing of his arm. You rolled your eyes as he turned his back to walk through the house. He looked like the textbook definition of a douchebag.

Fuck not judging a book by it’s cover. If it walks like a duck. Talks like a duck. Then it’s probably a misogynistic asshole who only got into photography to get away with his sick urge to take photos of unfamiliar women.

“Okay ladies, I just want to preface by saying that you can feel comfortable around me, alright? I think of all my models as a family,” Dina stiffened into a board as he came over and rested his hand on her hip. She forced her lips into a fine line that could resemble a smile as he firmly patted her, “This shouldn’t take too long-- only about five to six hours, ‘kay?”

Your face scrunched up, but you just wanted to get this day over with so you could go to that stupid appointment and wouldn’t have to deal with “Cockugou” for another few weeks. Throughout the next few hours, the photographer actually wasn’t too bad. He was for sure creepy, but you noticed that he wasn’t so bold with you as he had been with Dina earlier. Of course there were little off hand comments like, “You are doing sexy.” instead of “you are doing great.” And he would refer to both you and Dina as “baby” is a husky, drawn out tone—like he was moaning, but besides that he was actually being pretty calm.

Until he wasn’t.

“Okay! Now take your tops and bra off,” both you and Dina paused as the camera flashed once more. As the two of you threw each other a wary glance the photographer spoke up again, “Trust me, I have a vision. You’re gonna love it!”

“I- I just don’t feel comfortable with that,” Dinah spoke up feebly. She looked to you for support, so you nodded before she returned her gaze to him, “Do you think… maybe we could do something else?”

The photographer sighed and threw his nose into pinched fingers as if you all had offended him, “Look honey, you’re not that photogenic. I am having to bust my ass off not to capture that cellulite on the back of your thighs, so when I tell you to do something, it’s for a reason.”

You glanced over to Dina with a horrified expression. You noticed that her hands were clenched at her sides and shook ever so slightly after she subconsciously rubbed the back of her thighs-- you also noticed a prominent thigh gap in between the two tiny appendages. You shot your stern glare back over to the photographer.

He sighed again—this time even harder than before, “Take five!” he frustratedly pulled out a box of cigarettes and stormed over to his patio outside—the glass door slamming shut behind him.

You walked over to Dinah and hesitantly found your hands drifting toward her. You were never really good at cheering people up. Hell, you had to rely on alcohol to cheer you up for the vast majority of you adult (and a little bit of your pre-adult) life. Still, you took her shaking hands in your own. “Hey. Don’t listen to that asshole. If you’re not comfortable...”

“I have done nude shots before, but this just feels… wrong. Doesn’t it?” she refused to look you in the eyes as hers glazed over in a thick sheet of shame. She was right. Nude shots were nothing new at all. In fact, some of your best shots had been done in the nude—they had the potential to be true art, but this? This was wrong.

She shook her head,“But I just… I don’t want to be unprofessional.”

“We can walk out right now. I’ll call Ainu and tell her what’s up I am sure she’ll understand,” as soon as you began walking to gather up some of your belongings, her voice spoke up once more—this time much colder than before,

“Maybe for you. Y/N, you could get away with murder at our agency-- you know that, right? You’re the one who bought Ainu her ticket to the top-- her golden child,” she sneered. You threw your eyes toward her own—not quite comprehending if this was the same person still talking to you.

It was, but this Dina had tears growing in her eyes, “Not everyone can half-ass everything and not care…” her voice shook. The two of you just stared at each other as wild emotions filled your expressions and overflowed into the room to drown you.

The patio door clicking open snapped you out of your trance and Dina furiously began wiping her eyes clean as the photographer reemerged, “Alright pretty ladies! Who’s ready to get back into things?”

You sighed.

With a quick roll of your eyes you angrily threw your top off—not even giving the girl with you a second glance as she did the same and the two of you settled yourself into position. The atmosphere was certainly much heavier than it had been before, but the photographer obviously couldn’t read the room,

“Y/N might I say, that your tits looks wonderful! Have you gotten a job recently? I mean- they look huge!”

Okay.

That. Was. It. You couldn’t fucking hold it back anymore, “Talk about my tits again and I’ll stab you in the neck with your own goddamn tripod,” you kept posing as if you totally hadn’t just threatened someone’s life, but the photographer fell away from his camera, shock painted on his expression. Slacking on the job. Huh, who’s the unprofessional one now?

“…S-sweetheart I—”

“Don’t you fucking ‘sweetheart’ me!” you screamed, storming up to point a finger in his face. This surge of random emotion overwhelmed you. You had never felt this before—like you were gonna explode if you didn’t unleash it. And unleash it, you did, “The fuck is your problem?! You get some kick outta being a perverted asshole, asshole?!”

Dinah tried to come pull you back by the shoulders, “Y/N, maybe you should just calm dow—”

“No! Fuck this bastard!!” you smack her hands away as the photographer gets up and crossed his arms,

“This is so unprofessional. You women always jump to conclusions. Why cant you ever just take the compliment?”

“WHY CAN’T YOU JUST TAKE MY FOOT UP YOUR--”

And that’s how you ended up getting sent home two hours early. You had attempted to call Deku to rant about the harsh encounter, but he was at work. You supposed that saving lives a a little bit more important than “The Dramatic Tale of a Quirkless Model” or whatever fucking CW show your life had become. Your mind briefly fleeted to calling Bakugou, but he certainly wouldn’t answer anyway. No. Fuck that.

So you decided to text Deku and cry into your pillow instead,

You:

[2:49pm]

I mean he was just such a fucking dick!

I should have actually stuck my foot up his ass but he for sure would have liked it🙄

Seriously. I don’t mind nude photos

But there is a difference between art/photography and porn

Deku:

Right!!

Well I’m glad you stood up for yourself!

You:

No! Don’t tell me tht!😫

Deku:

I am upset tha you stood up for yourself…?

You:

UGHHH

I just wish tht I had just walked out

But the other girl wouldn’t leave and I couldn’t leaver her their

There*

God

Ainu is gonna 💀me for this

Deku:

How can I help you?

I’ll find what I can on the photographer?

You:

Talk Kacchan into not going to our clinical visit.👉👈

You knew that Deku really wanted to go, and honestly you would really prefer if he did. Regardless, Deku stood up for his childhood bully like the saint he was,

Deku:

Y/N! He’s the father. he deserves to go, don’t you think?

Also!

Don’t forget Baby Notes vol 1! I wrote some questions for you to ask!

You stifled a small laugh as you eyed that stupid goddamn notebook he left on your nightstand one of the few days he stopped by your home.

You:

Grr

I can’t handle Cockugou’s moodiness right now

And I-- Oop!

Speak of the devil. He’s here.

Talk later k?💕kith!

You snatched the notebook from your nightstand and marched to your front entrance. The knocking at your door was downright disrespectful—constantly switching between pounding knocks on your door and vigorous successions of the doorbell ringing.

“Fucking. Calm. Down!” you screamed out the door before answering, revealing Bakugou’s stern gaze,

“What the hell took you so long?” he huffed, causing your face to scrunch up into an expression that mirrored his own.

“I had to walk to the damn door, you know! I’m quirkless? No teleportation quirk here!” He only clicked his tongue at your response. You noticed the way his eyes drifted down to the notebook in your hands before they narrowed into even tighter slits.

“Let’s just fucking go, already,” he took your wrist and led you out of the house before shutting your door. You could really just knock him the hell out. Okay, maybe you couldn't, but your weak ass might just be able to get one good hit in! He deserved it, not replying to any of your attempts to reach out to him past talking about the appointment,

“Why didn’t you answer my texts all week?”

“I was busy.” he simply said, not even bothering to look you in the eye. This was the last time he spoke up for a long while. In fact, you didn't even hear his voice again until later when the two of you sat in the small, shoebox of a room in the clinic with the prenatal physician,

“This is your first appointment, right?” the doctor, was extremely old looking and your mind phased into a grim question of ‘how the hell can someone so close to death know jack about birth?’

You tried your best to push these dark thoughts out of your head as you gave him a slight answer, “Yeah…” you laid back on the crinkly paper covered recliner and lift your shirt a bit for the examination. You looked down at the small, hardly noticeable bump in your lower abdomen and internally cringed.

“This is the father?” you knew that it didn't really matter, and that he was probably just trying to make you comfortable and spark up some small talk, but you rally didn't wanna hear it out loud.

You couldn't bring yourself to answer, but Bakugou loudly spoke up, filling the absence of your voice, “Why the hell else would I be here, old man?” he scoffed and twisted his face away from everyone.

You raised an eyebrow at his rudeness, but from the vast stories that Deku had told you about him, you shouldn't have been surprised. But still, it was like seeing a mythical creature in real life-- a grumpy troll under a bridge, if you will.

The doctor gave a loud laugh at Bakugou’s remark, causing both you and him to snap your surprised gazed to the elderly man, “You’d be surprised at the shit I have seen, son. Someone brought their neighbor for the entire 39 weeks once-- the husband came in only once or twice, I think.”

You couldn't help but to laugh at this. Your doctor’s voice had a much more youthful demeanor than he had originally led on, “Oh, they were definitely fucking behind the husbands back,” you smirked.

“So Mama Bakugou,”

And just like that your smile was completely wiped off of your face, “This is your first child right?” the doctor asked. You felt Bakugou throw you a fleeting expectant look. You assumed that it was probably because he hadn't even thought to ask you this question. The two of you really didn't know each other. Matter of a fact, this doctor, with your list of medical history in his hand, probably knew a lot more than the father of this ‘it’ inside of you.

“L/N actually,” you corrected, “and yes, it is.” with that, Bakugou’s glare drifted back off into unconcerned and uncaring territory as he found a sudden interest in the glass container of gloves on the counter.

“Well you look about 10 weeks along. They’ll be about the size of a strawberry right now-- almost done with your first trimester.” he trailed off as he began coating your stomach with some sticky jelly substance.

“What??” you could have sworn that you had only met Bakugou about two months ago right? So does that mean...

“The date of conception would have actually been a little closer to about 7 or 8 weeks ago. We just count by the first day of your last period. No need to get worried about the neighbor, I don’t think, Papa Bakugou,” he winked to the blond, who only gave a scoff in return. You let out a slight sigh of relief.

The recipe for the rest of this appointment as the doctor searched your organs for your uterus in the ultrasound included him making small talk and Bakugou ignoring it with you giving slight answers here and there,

However, finally, something really caught both of your’s attention, “I think that you guys should take time today to find your primary care physician,”

“Why not you, idiot?” Bakugou spoke up and it shocked you. You were surprised he cared about this out of everything.

“I am thinking that I should send you to someone with a specialty in a multiple pregnancy birth.”

Your heart skipped a beat as you and Bakugou shared a brief, terrified glance at one another, “What...?” Bakugou spat.

“You see these two circles? It looks like you’ve got two buns in the oven! Congrats on the twins!,”

T...wins...?

The world bean fading into a blur for you as he continued, “Now You are a little past getting the neural tube check, but we can get you started in on some genetic testing and counseling’s. Every thing is looking alright, but we just want to…”

The world around you moved in a blurry, choppy chain of images as your mind tried its best to comprehend the knowledge it had been given. So... not only were you carrying one parasite... but two?

You couldn't bring yourself to listen the rest of the appointment, and you had a feeling that Bakugou wasn't picking up on much else after the shocking news either.

If you thought that commute to the hospital was quiet, the walk back to your apartment was even more so.

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parcai · 4 years

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My Opinions on PJO (and the entire Riordanverse)

Okay so this is going to be a really messy post, but I think I just want to put my two cents out there on just everything, not really explaining why, but just listing my stances. I’ve gotten a few questions about it on FF especially, asking why I don’t include certain characters a lot, or why I don’t like this, or what do I think of that, etc, etc, so here’s basically a loose summary of my opinions on all that ish. Buckle up, ig, bc this might be harsh.

Just a few weeks ago, I got a question asking why I rarely write Leo into my stories. I just said it’s because he never fits in the plot. That was partially honest, but not the whole thing.

Full disclosure? I hate him. I hate his characterization, I hate his development (*cough* or lack thereof *cough*), I hate that he’s Rick’s idea of a sensitive male character, and I think the only people who really like him are kids who just don’t know any better which is not their fault. Actually, I think that’s the case for a lot of Rick’s flaws. His younger, easily impressionable demographic misses it all, and it’s depressing to think that they’re being raised with the understanding that all of this is okay. (I hope they find their way to Tumblr eventually and educate themselves).

I dislike HoO Annabeth especially, and I only like her in people’s fanfics or in bits of PJO.

I despise Rick’s idea of POC characters, especially Piper, and I say that as a POC person. (It makes me even more mad because as a successful author, he had the resources to hire consultants on all his POC character depictions. I don’t think his racist portrayals are purposeful, but rather a direct result of ignorance. But ignorance should be held accountable as well). The only POC person who’s okay is Beckendorf, and that’s probably because Rick never talked about him too much, giving him zero opportunities to fuck him up. I won’t say much about Frank or Hazel for the same reason as Beckendorf: they barely exist. There are def a bunch of poor portrayal moments for both of them, though. (In fact, none of the OG HoO characters got much development at all, and I feel like I don’t even know them, but that’s a separate rant.)

I only like Solangelo because of the fandom, but the canon version is trash. It was a last minute resort to give Nico a romantic interest because he couldn’t come up with a better idea, and it has no development whatsoever. The only reason he probably made them a bigger part of his universe and spin-off books is because he saw how much the fandom loved having representation and he fed off it. Shameful.

Speaking of feeding off fan reactions, Jason’s death in TBM was a cheap money-grab. Most of Rick’s recent books are straight fanservice (like for Solangelo), and when Rick saw that his sales were falling as HoO progressed, he decided to reel back in his original readers by killing off Jason.

Calypso was basically an object and a prize for Leo, so thx for that. Over half of his female characters are Strong Women™ which is a fucking knife to the gut. (And the ones who aren’t are portrayed like villains. Big whoop).

In Kane Chronicles, Carter is portrayed as more useless than Sadie despite knowing more about the mythology and growing up with their father. (Oh, and he’s expressed multiple times as being darker skinned than Sadie. Coincidence? Perhaps.)

In Magnus Chase, the Norse Gods are fucking jokes. At least in PJO, the monsters were fearful, and only the giants were stupid. (Notice I did not say the same for HoO). You’re seriously going to tell me Thor’s just a stupid asshole? Really? Really? At least pretend the stakes exist.

I think that’s about it off the top of my head. Man, that’s like a weight off my chest.

Finally, I just want to say that I understand it’s a children’s series, and I understand it was a decent effort to start being progressive for its time, but tbh, I’m sick of people pretending children’s books are exempt from criticism.

If they’re intended for younger audiences, shouldn’t we actually hold them to higher standards? Wouldn’t we want the best of the best for our youth? This is part of the reason I encourage criticism on my fanfics, and when my book comes out, I want y’all to criticize that shit. If I fuck up a POC character, call me tf out for it. If my representation of a certain group isn’t good enough, fucking call me out. In the second book esp., there are going to be quite a few POC characters (there only 3 in bk 1 as of now; there’s more LGBTQ+ though lol), and I’m trying my best to do a lot of research, but I also fully admit that I am capable of messing up.

I’m not saying Rick did a bad thing by trying to be inclusive, but I am saying he started to get lazy with his research (if he even researched at all), and it shows. I’m not saying to cancel him like JK bc I think he has the potential to grow if he chooses to do so, but I think it’s time we take him down from this pedestal and stop pretending he can do no wrong and acknowledge that there are things that aren’t right about his books as well.

I am saying complacency will kill this nation if we don’t get a mf grip. We can only improve as a society by holding ourselves and each other accountable. If you want me to expand on any of these criticisms, hmu, and I’m happy to explain.

I think I will be writing a post on my female criticism really soon bc I see a lot of posts about the racism recently (which is equally as important, and those threads are well-written and incredible) but not so much about the other things. I think I’ll write one on the female one, the Solangelo one, and the Jason one, and maybe the Magnus Chase one, because I’ve had a lot on my mind about all of those recently.

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softpine · 4 years

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ur like the therapist of simblr. we luv u and thx sm

ahh i know you mean well, but this really isn’t who i want to be known as. i’m not a professional in any way, i don’t even have a college degree, let alone a degree in psychology. i barely have life experience and i don’t know what i’m doing with myself 99% of the time. when i give people advice, i mean it in the same way as you would take advice from a random acquaintance. i don’t even have the same context that a real friend would, i’m just running off of less than 500 words of context. i worry so much about how my words can influence people, especially people who are very obviously minors. i would never forgive myself if i gave someone bad advice and they hurt themselves or someone else because of it. it really does weigh on me :(

also, i’m a human being with my own triggers and mental health problems, and it takes a huge toll on me when i receive asks about heavy topics that i find triggering. i have no choice but to reply, because i can’t bear to leave someone hanging who clearly needs a friend & needs to be listened to. so i have to make myself read triggering topics and try to formulate my response into something useful. it’s incredibly difficult for me, and i feel immense guilt over it

i’m so sorry to go off on a “rant” (i’m not angry at all, i’m just taking this as an opportunity to address this), because i know you meant well!! but i’m just a random 21 year old stranger, i’m not a therapist :(

#just to be clear i'm perfectly comfortable giving advice about harmless things like sexuality/school/relationships/friends/etc.#but anything beyond that makes me feel incredibly sad #but i also know that some people have no where else to go #and that makes me feel super guilty #so i don't know what the right answer is here :(#anonymous #asks #saviorhide #brandi answers

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whydoishipthemsomuch · 3 years

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wtf destiel

so my dw mutual was talking to her mutual and I just saw her post “well our ship has been going on for 56yrs without confirmation,so congratulations” and I was like...so sth in another fandom got canon faster than toschei, sure, no biggie.

And THEN I found out it was from SPN and it was DESTIEL???I was SHOOK cuz everyone was like DESTIEL IS CANON NOW and scared cuz people were also like it’s homophobic!!!

AND I saw it...and frankly...I just feel dead inside,...to be clear, I was never a SPN fangirl myself,sure, I dabbled a bit of destiel,but I dropped out,so seeing this from not-a-fangirl-anymore angle,it pains me because if I had been the teenage fangirl years ago...I may have eaten this up and cried DESTIEL IS CANON when...it’s just Castiel saying I love you to Dean.And it wasn’t even specified as a human romantic kind of love,it was this angel who literally isn’t confined to human emotions,saying I care for you and you changed me...honestly without the what I can’t have~part,it sounds like a typical queer baiting dialogue that SPN writers would stir up,so it doesn’t feel real or special.(I am not saying you can’t interpret it as romantic text or other kind of love is any less,I am just saying from declaring it is “canon” perspective)

Now, there are several issues I see.

First, I understand people will say that if that monologue had been a girl,then even if it was not specified as a romantic love we still would have seen it that way, and I sorta agree. I agree that we may have seen it that way(don’t we kinda say a het ship is canon when they both show/confess romantic love for each other or start dating??so how is this one-sided confession canon anyway),but more importantly, the writers of this show would have at least given them a kiss(not even lips,maybe just a peck or even a hug,whatever,Dean would at least shruggedly do it),to show it after the monologue,they would have never just give them a monologue and feel happy to die.

And the lack of any positive reciporcation from Dean (even if it’s just derived from frienship)is rly showing ,Dean’s emotion is purely restrained in shocked and confusion(which is deliberately stated in the script and may as well be why a lot of us feel like the scene was...weird) and then to further exterminate any possibility of positive response they just kill off Castiel.Which we all know...is just BURY THE GAY TM...trope.

What I see is that the writers wanted to give their farewell gift to the fans and fandom by doing this confession scene but they also just won’t give Dean any opportunity to be not straight so...they just did whatever this is.And it annoys me so much as a fangirl who lived thru the whole superwholock,hannibal,merlin fandom years cuz we see the show makers time after time just...queerbaiting the hell out of a show,make fun of the fangirls,and thinking throwing a bone for us will suffice to make us support the show.(I am not saying all the shows I mentioned did this ,I am just saying shows from that particular era,,,had the problem)

What I also find offensive (disclaimer first: I have not been catching up the recent seasons)that even if they bring Castiel back later bc they always die and comeback(although the possibility is very small as I’m told),a death scene and a monologue before death is and should be very contributive to the character arc,NOW I don’t know about what they have talked about happiness before this scene...but to me..it just looks like they added the whole “happiness is just saying” to avoid having to give Cas Dean’s reciprocation while giving him a happy ending(or happy death).To no-homo their way out of this confession.And to use a character’s death to service fans,fail and also mess with the character arc unnecessarily?That’s just not respecting the character.

this is just some tired of queerbaiting fangirl rant and I am sorry if I misunderstood any of the context, thx for reading

#fangirl bs

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How do you think Guzman is going to react to Valerio filming the tape? Do you think it will even be adressed at all or the show is just going to ignore it and just focus on the other stuff??

Heeeey 😊

Ooooh. I hope they won't ignore it!

I really do cause while they haven't focused much on Nadia and Guzman's situation after the tape was uploaded by Lu... because there was simply no time to and I guess that they wanted to keep us guessing how much everything that happened is going to affect them...

It's just that the tape is far to important and so is the fact who made it, for Guzman and Nadia's future.

I'm sure that everything will be fine after some time between Guzman and Nadia but as always and because she was deeply hurt by somone she would have called a friend, she will run away from Guzman keeping herself distant from him at the begining 🙁

While I understand why they couldn't focus on the tape more, well sort of cause Guzman did tell their classmates to delate the clip and he was trying to make Nadia feel better by telling her that they and especially she didn't do anything wrong but the way how she reacted when Valerio told her it was him who taped them and then later when telling her parents... I just wish they would have had time to talk more about it 🙁!!!

Without that clip Guzman and Nadia would be together now!!!! Nadia was finally ready to tell her father about Guzman but with this clip and her feeling of not just being betrayed but also played by a friend she will need time and not just that. She won't want to talk about what happened even with Guzman and that will make things more difficult 🙁.

So if Guzman finds out what Valerio did he will be furious and I wouldn't be surprised if he would attack Valerio physically the way Guzman use to Samuel or Nano. And who would blame him?! Valerio (and Lu) hurt the one person he loves and cares the most!!!!!

Unfortunately I believe that we will only get to see the aftermath of what possible could have happened between Valerio and Guzman and also Guzman and Lu cause at the end of s2 we had that little time jump (of a few weeks) from the end of their first half of school year to after christmas/ New Year, when they were back at school and Polo as well.

When still partying with Polo without Lu, Guzman didn't knew anything but that was when Samuel was still missing. When they were still searching for Samu in the forest Nadia tried to avoid Valerio (she didn't even wanted to have him near her) but it also looked like Nadia and Guzman probably haven't talked for a while and my guess is maybe later as well neither.

As for that only Lu, Valerio and Nadia knew who made the clip and we don't even know if Guzman knows that it was Lu who uploaded it.... so there is a 50/50 chance that it will only come out next season.

Sorry for my rant, Anon 😶.

But also thank you for your asking and giving me the opportunity to write about Élite. I love to do that - I miss the show and talking about it as much as we used to after s2 was new on Netflix - although I still use to post about Élite almost every day 😄. So thx again!!! I'm always here to talk about Élite 😊😁

#elite #elite netflix #elite discussion #elite speculation #anonymous #answered #elite s3 speculation #I hope guzman will get as angry as possible towards valerio and lu #npt just because it was more than just nasty what they both did #but also because it was the video why nadia and he are not together!!!#élite #élite netflix

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floral-suits · 6 years

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Can there be a master harry one where they go at it hard and during sex he is a freak but right after he goes back to fluffy but Dirty Harry? Thx!

okay so i skidded from the concept a bit and this somehow turned out angsty but whatever! hope you like!

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Y/N had watched Harry flirt with the girl who had her arms hooked around his shoulders for far too long. She couldn’t stand this girl. She couldn’t stand the way that the girl looked into his eyes and got so so close, knowing that Harry’s real girlfriend was just a few feet away, watching from abroad. She certainly couldn’t stand the fact that the girl was better than her in almost every way; taller, skinnier, no acne, no flaws.

So when Harry noticed her monstrous glare and gave Y/N a look as to say ‘get over it’ she couldn’t help shifting her glare to him instead of the girl on the side and giving him the middle finger. She didn’t look back as Harry’s face turned to one of complete surprise from her new confidence and move and went to the kitchen to find a drink.

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“What the fuck was that move?” Harry harshly whispers into her ear about five minutes later, finally getting the attention off of him long enough to find his brat of a girlfriend. Despite it being his album release, Y/N, of course, couldn’t stand the attention to be on him.

“What do you think, Harry? What do you fucking think?” She all but screamed into his face. The alcohol was giving her way too much confidence and while she might have barely been able to stand, she surely was able to yell.

Harry was only able to thank god that the music was loud enough to drown out her loudness. He doesn’t say another word to her, just pours out the drink in her hand and grips her arm hard enough to bruise it. He guides them upstairs, only stopping to make some excuse for friends wondering what they were doing.

They finally arrive into their bedroom upstairs and Harry slams shut the door, locking it, “I want your ass up against the bed, head down.”

“Now!” He growls when Y/N doesn’t immediately follow his instructions. She already knows what’s coming before it even happens.

“You know why I have to do this instead of fucking you like you wanted, yes?” Harry questions Y/N, making sure she knows just why they aren’t going to be doing what she desired.

“Yes, daddy,” she responds with her face stuffed against the pillow.

“Gonna tell me why?” He asks again, getting impatient with Y/N’s attitude.

“I wasn’t being a good girl,” is the only explanation she provides.

She honestly doesn’t believe she’s done anything wrong, but she knows that Harry thinks otherwise. To Harry, it looked like she was just being a jealous brat of a girlfriend, not being able to stand him being next to another girl, even if the girl was just a person that helped with the album.

And normally, she would put her feelings aside for Harry’s success. But this was something else; this girl was actually trying to get with Harry, and Harry seemed interested enough.

“Yeah, that’s right you weren’t. Y/N. Could’ve just waited the two hours, and then we could’ve had a great time. A wonderful time. But instead you pull this bullshit.” he growls, finally breaking the ice and slamming his hand against her bare ass.

“I want you to count for me, I’ll give you ten since we were only able to stay downstairs at the party for ten damn minutes before you started acting like a naughty girl,”

“One, daddy,” Y/N says back once again, squeezing her eyes shut while waiting for the impact of his hand once again. He hasn’t bothered to take off his rings, making the sting even more intense.

His hand comes down again, “Two, daddy,” she cries out, fingers gripping the sheets underneath her.

She can hear his chuckle at her pain, “You know that this was coming, baby. Don’t act like you didn’t.”

She only whimpers and Harry takes this opportunity to smack her again, this time targeting her left cheek.

“Oh my-y, three, daddy,” she whines, feeling a tear fall down from her waterline. Normally she wouldn’t find any trouble holding in her pain, normally she’d enjoy it; but today was different. Today, she actually had a reason to act out. And Harry doesn’t know, he doesn’t care to listen to Y/N. Or at least that’s how it feels.

His hand comes down again twice, hitting harder each time. Y/N can feel her heart beating so fast. She feels like she might have a panic attack and doesn’t know how to stop it.

“Red! Red, oh my god!” She screams.

“What?” Harry questions, not sure if he heard her right. He’s gone much harder on her before and she’s never found any pain in it.

“Red! Stop!” She says again, now full on sobbing.

Harry worriedly turns her around, trying to find the cause of her sudden emotions. He’s still confused as to why she was even acting out in the first place.

Her sobs get even louder as she makes eye contact with him, hating that she’s disappointed him.

“Hey, hey! I need you to tell me what’s wrong. Please,” he asks, moving around the bed so he can properly see her.

“I—I, I didn’t want to,” she hiccups.

“Didn’t want to what?” Harry interrupts before she can finish, extremely scared that he hurt her by accident.

“Didn’t want to make you mad,” she cries again, shoving her face into her shaking hands.

“No, love. You didn’t make me mad, I should’ve been nicer,” he tries to explain, now rambling. He can’t stand seeing his baby cry so hopelessly.

“It was my fault! I just couldn’t see you with her,” she continues to sob, unable to even process full sentences. Her mind is fogged by both her angst and the alcohol that she had consumed.

“I shouldn’t have been next to her, I’m so sorry, Y/N. I swear,” he says, voice breaking out himself just from seeing Y/N in so much pain. “I didn’t realize that it made you feel that mad, thought you were just jealous. Didn’t know it upset you!”

He goes to touch Y/N but she flinches away from his touch as if he’s from one of her nightmares. What Harry doesn’t understand is that Y/N would flinch from anyone’s touch right now. Not just his.

“Please, you’ve got to tell me how to fix this, moppet. I don’t like seeing you like this,” he tries again, his voice cracking a few times again. He doesn’t even sound like himself either. He doesn’t even feel like himself, he feels like a disappointment. The same way Y/N had felt just minutes earlier.

“It’s okay, you don’t have to be sorry,” Y/N says shakily, despite feeling like an absolute shadow of herself, she also can’t stand to see the person she loves in pain.

“Can I touch you, please. I just need to at least make sure you’re okay. Make sure you’re safe. I just want to care for you,” he begs.

Y/N nods, lifting her head out of her arms and Harry swears, his heart breaks seeing how worn out her tear ducts are. His heart breaks seeing how red her eyes now, he’s finally realizing that it’s his fault. He should’ve realized from the beginning that being next to another girl would upset Y/N beyond words. And he knows that when Y/N is upset, she’s irrational. And more than anything, he knows that when Y/N is mad, she’s really just sad. Very sad.

“God, Y/N,” is all that he murmurs before pulling her into his arms and squeezing so tight. He won’t let her out of her arms ever, he decides in that moment.

“I can’t believe I made you feel like this, I’m so so sorry,” he keeps cooing and kissing the top of her head. As Y/N slowly gets better and more rational, Harry becomes more and more disheveled.

She tries to push out of his arms but only tightens them around her.

“I’m sorry, Harry. You shouldn’t feel bad. I just couldn’t stand seeing you next to her. She’s just so much better than me, she’d probably be a better girlfriend for you. Probably wouldn’t throw fits when someone else pretty goes near you,” she starts to rant, now expressing her true feelings.

Harry pulls away to look down at Y/N with glossy eyes of his own. He moves his hands to around her shoulders and sternly says, “Don’t ever talk about yourself like that. You’re my girl. No one else’s. No one would ever be able to love you like I would. You’re mine, you’re perfect!”

“But I was being a bad girl,” she whimpers, letting Harry look into the depth of her doe eyes.

“No, you’re a good girl. A perfect girl. I’ve just been a bad daddy. A very bad daddy,” Harry tries to explain.

“Don’t blame yourself, don’t ever blame yourself, Y/N,” Harry makes her promise.

“Let me take care of you, it’s the least I can do,” he asks, more like pleads.

Y/N nods and lets him do what he needs to redeem himself. In her mind, he was forgiven long ago, but she knows he’ll torture himself until he does something about it.

He picks up Y/N’s body and flips her over onto her stomach. “I’ll be right back, promise moppet,” he tells her.

A few moments later, he comes back in from the bathroom with the soothing cream that he uses when taking care of Y/N after a particularly rough night.

Y/N moans aloud as Harry massages the cream all over her ass. Soon enough, the original mission is forgotten and Harry is just rubbing Y/N’s ass and massaging it. Y/N lets out an audible groan when Harry kneads just a bit harder than he was originally.

“Sorry-” he begins to apologize but is interrupted by Y/N, “No! Please, it– it feels nice.”

He is pleasantly surprised and continues his massage, it no longer being caring but more erotic now. He can feel her wetness as he works his way around her inner thighs.

“Please! Want more,” Y/N moans.

“Are you sure?” Harry clarifies, not wanting to push his boundaries when she’s still so sensitive.

“Yes. Need your cock, I need it Harry. I promise I’ll be good,” she begs for him, needing to be filled up.

Harry isn’t sure what decision to make. On one hand, he wants to fuck Y/N more than anything. On the other, he isn’t positive if Y/N really wants it or if it’s a coping mechanism.

Y/N turns her body around to face Harry and gives him her best pouty face. “Fuck it,” is all Harry mutters before sliding his face between her legs.

He starts licking his way up her pussy immediately, wasting no time. Y/N’s hands move down to pull against his locks. He continues his assualt, every once in a while whispering a few words along the lines of ‘you’re so perfect for me’ and ‘you deserve this, baby’.

With one small bite to her clit, Y/N’s a goner. Harry can do wonders with his mouth when he wants to, and he certainly does.

She comes within minutes and after licking all of it up like a precious desert, Harry lifts himself up above her body.

“Gonna fill you up, make you feel really good, huh?” he asks, giving himself a few strokes before thrusting himself in slowly.

“Oh god, yes!”

Harry looks down adoringly at his girl, wondering how he ever hurt her. Her hands lifts up to cup his dimple and his look of admiration turns into a smirk for her.

She grins back to him as he thrusts back in.

He rolls his hips forward again as her eyes light up with a smile, finally seeing Harry with an emotion that wasn’t filled with angst. She doesn’t like seeing him upset, even when he was the reason for her own pain.

Her eyes close shut and her back arches as he moves some more, wanting to savor the feeling of Y/N rather than let it go to waste like the two of them tend to do.

He continues to ease himself into her, slowly developing a rhythm as her hands go up to scratch against his back. Moans leave her lips as he keeps hitting her right where she needs it.

“There we go, feels good, don’t it?” He whispers, gaining pace and deepness as he keeps going. “Yes, fuck, yes!”

“Don’t stop!” She screams as Harry’s thrusts start to stutter, signaling his high coming soon. Harry needs no more words out of her mouth to slam into Y/N, inhaling her arousal as he does so.

The two of them take little time to finally get to an ecstasy in tandem, “Gonna come with me, my baby?” Harry asks.

She doesn’t respond with words but rather with her nails, scratching down his back even harder than before.

Moments later, their limbs become entangled, and the faint smell of love is apparent in the air. “I love you so much,” Harry whispers into her ear and grabs the duvet to pull over the pair.

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