Whatthefuck-is-going-on - Moonchild

as an SA victim i could really give less of a fuck about what people's kinks are. someone likes cnc? none of your business. they're into ddlg? so what? no one is being hurt. they ship something taboo? as long as they don't try to justify that in real life idc. please for the love of god focus on real predators out there and advocate for actual SA prevention instead of focusing on random people's kinks.

POV: Aizawa's slut

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you HAVE to fag it up every day so that little girls at the antique mall know they have options

AOT Headcanon: Reader X Reiner (touch of Armin X Reader)

Your family was wiped out in the attack on Maria, so you join the scouts to find a new home. You meet and fall for Reiner who falls for you. When you find out what his is and what he did, it breaks you. Armin begins to pick up the pieces.

> After Wall Maria fell you joined the military in order to survive. You were destroyed by the deaths of your whole family but we're determined to live on.

>Joining the 104th you met some odd people and became friends with them. But one person stood out to you, he was intimidating, but handsome. He was contradictory,  built like a wall, but was very nice. 

>You two grew closer when he helped you master 3dmg and you taught him self defense.

>"How can you do that?! You're like three feet tall and barely a 100lbs!"

"I was the little sister to five brothers. I had to throw punches to get a seat at dinner."

>He would notice you reluctance to talk of family, and didn't pry. But throughout the years of training you two got closer and closer, till one night you didn't show to dinner.

>"Hey you need your share of food. Sasha tried to steal it of course." He handed you the napkin wrapped plate and sat down, "Hey, you alright?"

"Five years. Lucas and Leon would have been 25 today, a month from now Marcel and Michael would have been 22 and two months after that, James would have been 15."

> He said nothing, what could he say?! Sorry you were born on an island full of devils? Sorry but my duty was to kill them? He never though he would feel guilty about his duty as a warrior, but now, seeing someone who was an angel in tears cause of his actions killed him.

>So he did the only thing he could, he pulled you unit his lap and hugged you as you sobbed. And silently prayed for you to forgive him for his actions.

>During Trost  he made sure you were far from the place he struck and he kept you as close as he could after Marco died. He needed you to be okay.

>He begged you to go to the Garrison or even MPs, but you chose the scouts with your friends and he swore to have your back. During the 57th expedition, you were assigned to the right wing and he almost shifted when he heard they were wiped out. He couldnt lose you, not to a bunch of titans. Not because of him.

>Seeing you again after he practically crushed you in his arms. Kissing your head and cheek before finally kissing your lips, which he was ecstatic you returned.

>"I was scared you were gone."

"And leave you hear? No offense to Bertholdt, but who would have your back then?"

>When Zeke showed, he knew his fantasy was up, he knew it was time to choose. But how could he? His family and duty or a woman who stole his heart? He made a split second choice and knew you may hate him for it, but he had to think of his family.

> "Y/N, I'm...sorry. I'm so sorry, but I had to protect my family." He said it really fast before he shoved you away and shifted, making a move for Eren.

>You saw before you the demon who stole your life, your brothers. And it was the man you were falling for?! You felt sick, angry, betrayed. But you also felt guilty and disgusted with yourself, though you never knew.

>No one could go after Eren it wasn't possible without horses and a lift. So it left you there to think and wallow in self pity and hate.

> Armin walked over to you and sat beside you, "No one knew. How could you? They played us."

> "He played with my emotions. And I let him. He murdered my family and then told me he loved me." He hugged you tight as you sobbed in anger and pain, "I want to hate him. I should...but it hurts."

>Armin was never a violent man, but seeing this, it made his blood boil on par with Eren's, but he kept his cool and calm voice, "I know, that's why, you need to sit this out. Please, your emotions are all over the place and you're not thinking straight. We can't lose you, I can't lose my friend."

> Heading out after them Armin made a silent vow, Reiner would bleed for making you cry like that. He had considered you a dear friend when you took the time to teach him how to properly defend himself. You never disrespected his views or dreams. Rather you encouraged it, even found his rambling amusing.

>You were someone dear to him and they would regret crossing him.

Best Daughter Ever Masterlist

Tony Stark x Daughter!reader, eventual Peter Parker x Stark!reader

Prologue

Chapter 1 (coming soon)

Chapter 2 (coming soon)

Thorned Exhales

Pairing: Namor of Talokan x Shuri

Summary: The people of Talokan believe in the concept of soulmates. However, even after years of this tradition, nobody has ever seen the result of an unaccepted mate moreso, a fated partner who's another species from you until their King met the Wakandan Princess, Shuri.

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Tags: Stubborn Namor, Hanahaki Disease AU, Soulmate AU, Namor flirts with Shuri to change the subject lmao, Blood, Post-Canon.

had a random thought one day and wrote it down. It's not everyone's cup of tea but they fit the scenario better.

The people of Talokan believe in the concept of soulmates. 

After ingesting the luminescent flower their ancestors crushed centuries ago, the remnants of the petals sometimes resonate with another part of it from someone's stomach. And when it does, it forms a soulmate bond.

It activates the moment a Talokanil sees their fated mate for the first time and then they shall go through the typical period of courting, offering their hunts, fetching the shiniest and prettiest conch shell or giving out crystals found in the deep sea.

However, even after years of this tradition spiralling around their country, nobody has ever seen the result of an unaccepted mate moreso, a fated partner who's another species from you.

A violent hacks of coughs echoed in the empty hall as Namor faltered in his step, the burn on his lungs fresh and agonising with every wheeze. 

Everything hurts, from his throat, his chest and even down to his abdomen. Yet even then, he smiled at his cousin who stood beside him, worry marrying her face while he hacked his guts out.

There was something lodging itself at the back of his air pipe restricting his ability to breathe, even with no more coughs to bark out he continued, the apparent block in his throat a nuisance for such a busy day.

Then that's when he saw it.

In his palm lies a pretty blue petal, glowing lightly under the bioluminescent lights above them. It looked soft and innocent with its color and texture, only if it didn't have blood staining half of it.

Namora gasped beside him, her hands reaching to stop his palms from closing.

"K'uk'ulkan, this is a matter to be taken seriously."

It was, without a doubt, an important matter to discuss with the council. But if word spreads about their king weakening after their fight with the surface dwellers, it might spark a war between them and their reluctant ally. Not to mention, the possibility of bold fiends who'd dare challenge him for the throne.

The moment the petal fell into his palm, Namor knew it was best to keep it hidden for now.

He can't afford losing the only alliance they have, can't risk the only connection he has with her.

Closing a fist, he turned to her with a small smile. "A single petal won't hurt me, child."

"But this is not a mere common disease. This stems from the flower our ancestors—"

Namor stood up straight, crushing the petal in his grasp before disposing of it on the side as if it offended him personally and disrespected his mother. 

He couldn't deny his cousin's claims because he, too, grew concerned for his well-being after seeing him spit out a bloodied petal. It wasn't unusual for him to get sick as he catches a cold every century at least so he paid no heed to his coughs before. Turned a blind eye to the relentless tug of string at the back of his mind leading him into the direction where the Black Panther herself is.

He has felt the unusual tightness and heaviness on his chest ever since he met the noble princess of Wakanda's gaze full of hatred and felt her bloodthirst from outside the ruined throne room. One of the factors that helped her win against him at the beach.

He realised many things in that one moment, where she held his spear over her head, ready to take his life. Yet the biggest conclusion out of them all was his soul being tethered to hers.

The soulmate bond is nothing but a distracting one, he always thinks as he watches everyone around him become fools on chains following the hymn of the ocean. Drawn like the crew of the ship walking into the sea to pursue the sirens' sweet lullabies.

Everyone thinks he's immune to the soulmate bonds due to his godship, imagine their shock once they find out who he's tethered to.

"My king, you must inform the council of this! We must find a cur—"

It was a relief that all of Talokan knows not of the consequences of being rejected by their soulmate but if his cousin continued to nag, it won't take long for somebody to realize the secret he wishes to keep.

No one must know that his soul hooked itself with the Panther of the surface.

Namor brings a finger to her lips. "Not a word of this encounter shall escape between us."

"But—"

"It is unprecedented, yes, but I am a god who has lived for hundreds of years, I will not die from a simple illness."

Nobody has ever seen the results of a mate being rejected in all of those five hundred years Talokan has existed, much less than a Talokan's soul being tethered to a human. This event is something to be written down for research, to be overjoyed for, but with the life of their king involved, not a soul would rejoice.

Namor didn't want his cousin to feel pity for him nor did he want her to worry, so he kept his other symptoms hidden away.

He smiled at her, his pink bottom lips stained with crimson and Namora's body prickled with goosebumps, the crease between her eyebrows deepening.

He reaches to iron them down with his thumb, there was no use for worrying for him. As he said before, he has lived through wars and famine throughout those five centuries of living, a petal won't kill a god.

"Believe in your king, I am alright."

He launches into another hacking fit and Namora could only stand and run her hand up and down his back. She doesn't shed tears often, she's a soldier and the king's closest aid, she wasn't allowed to show weakness for the fear of disappointing Namor.

But for this one time, she let a single droplet fall from her eyes. 

"Aiii, what did I say about worrying about me?" He says, voice hoarse from sore throat as he wiped her tears away.

"Talokan can't bear the loss of its king, I cannot think of a future where you don't get to lead it."

He laughed but was abruptly stopped by a couple of coughs. "I'll be fine, child. Don't cry, I will not die of any illness."

He repeated them to console the woman but in truth, he was also convincing himself. Namor didn't like the mystery of his illness, scared of it even but like any other hardships he has went through, he'll live.

With that, Namor continues down the hall leaving his cousin alone in the corridor, staring at his retreating back. Wide shoulders that used to look firm whenever she stared at it at every battle were now slumping as his body shook with another fit.

Namora felt helpless, stuck between following her king's orders of not uttering a single word of his condition outside the two of them and running to their reluctant ally, Wakanda, for help.

Their technologies are more advanced than any other nation, despite both having access to vibranium, it was them who handled and mastered the ore to aid them and fit it to satiate their nation's needs.

With the brain of the current Black Panther, Namora is sure she'd find help and medicine for her king from the princess. 

Other than her pride and loyalty as a Talokanil getting shattered by telling their previously-enemy nation of their king's illness, Namor's orders weighed on her shoulders like chains connected to the ground, his words are concrete, she had no choice but to follow his whims. 

But once it all becomes too grim, Namora pledged to herself to shed all pride and approach the princess for help.

She stayed silent, trusting her leader a little more as she guarded him whenever he performed his daily task of patrolling the borders and when he surfaced to meet the royalties of Wakanda to discuss their reluctant alliance and the Americans continued threats on the nation and its resources.

‘‘Why can’t we attack their vehicles before they enter Wakandan territory? Or eliminate the whole country altogether to remove the headache once and for all?” Namor suggested nonchalantly as he sat comfortably on the cushioned seats of the new throne room, paying no mind to the stink eyes he received from the other royals.

The Wakandan King scowled. "Why do we even bother inviting you in here when all your mouth can spout is war?”

Shuri waved M’baku off. “Let us not fight here like childrens. We need a solution as soon as possible. I don’t think agent Ross can—”

Then the most horrible chances happened and Namor started coughing violently. Namora arose to her feet in muted panic and in a blink, she’s supporting his body that shook with his coughs, standing in between him and the eyes of the panther if he ever barked petals once more.

This earned the Wakandan royalties’ attention, eyebrows knitting as they awaited for him to calm down. But when it relented after a few seconds passed, Shuri spoke up with her eyebrows knitted.

“Namor, do you need medical help? I can fix you up in my lab.”

But the feathered serpent king waved her worries off. His ribs constricting around his laboured heart at the call of his second name, he has never minded the use of it until it was the Wakandan princess who uses it. His heart throbs as he's once reminded of her distaste for him.

If only he wasn't driven by anger, he wouldn't have to suffer as much as he does now.

He coughed out another bloodied petal and he closed his palm around it, thankful for Namora's body blocking their sight. They mustn’t know.

“There is nothing to worry about here, princess.” He grinned. “Iron that creases between your eyebrows. If not, I would start mistaking it as your concern for me.”

Instantly, the princess’ worried expression crumpled into disgust and he laughed boisterously, an ache in his chest resurfaced and launching him into a small fit. He rose to his feet, not noticing how worry graced Shuri’s face once more as he wiped the blood from his lips discreetly.

But he wasn't fast enough when the smell of iron reached Shuri’s sharp nose and the hair on her nape stood at attention, no doubt alerted by it.

She wasn’t foreign to its smell and the symptoms the Talokan king displayed, if anything, she thinks he caught the same sickness her brother had. Seeing the concern from her face, King M’Baku spoke up from beside her.

“Are you sure you don’t need our aid?”

“I am worried about those coughs, I can smell the blood from here, Namor.” Shuri added.

He froze. Of course, the panther could smell it.

He doesn’t want to discuss his well-being further, he needs to retreat back into the ocean with Namora, the pain blooming in his chest almost unbearable as it shears another long line into his chest, its seams burning deep into his lungs.

“It’s been months already, princess. How about calling me by my real name?”

Shuri groaned. “By Bast’s name—”

“We are thankful for your offer but we must get going.” Namora butts in, foreseeing the path the current conversation will take. A frustrating scene of push and pull between a stubborn princess who only wants to help and a stubborn king who doesn't want it.

With a bow from her, she subtly held up Namor as they exited the throne room.

The apparent worry and panic in her face wasn’t missed by their allies. When M’baku heard the mention of blood, despite all of the horrors their reluctant ally had rained upon their nation, he felt uneasy for letting him off when they knew the symptoms all too well since it was the same illness that took their previous king, T’Challa.

The Feathered Serpent god might've cost their previous Queen's life and destroyed their city but they're merely humans who felt sympathy for others, an ugly feature of their mortality no matter what angle Shuri looks at it.

The princess doesn’t know how to react. She should be overjoyed at the timed life her mother’s murderer has yet here she is, worried beyond belief. Shuri could see the wicked grin N'Jadaka is giving her from the ancestral plane, could feel it even and her blood pressure arose once more.

She doubted her ancestors and the late queen would be enthusiastic to hear such a thing from her. 

“Are you sure you smelled blood from him?”

She turned to M’baku. “Yes, it worries me.”

If the man was surprised at her admission, he didn’t express it, nodding soundlessly instead as he stood up from his throne, taking his staff with him.

“Let us watch where it’ll lead us for now, it seems that god doesn't want us to meddle. But I am sure that cousin of his will soon find us if anything were to happen."

Shuri couldn't find it in herself to deny his words yet the worry settled deep in her gut remained unmoved. She massaged her fingers as she stared at the setting sun outside floor to ceiling glass panes behind the throne, thoughts muddled with possibilities and needless worries.

‘fourteen is the first canonically bisexual doctor’ captain jack harkness did not have a tender kiss with both nine and rose for you to slander his name like this

And it all came tumbling down

by: Snarkymuch

Rated: T

Warnings: vaguely referenced/implied past sexual abuse, referenced self-harm

Summary: Skip is released on parole, and that breaks something in Peter. He begins to shut down again. Tony is there for him when he needs it.

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May wasn’t home when the call came, and Peter had answered the phone. There was no hesitation or prickling of his senses, nothing to signal how the one call would shatter his fragile world.

The voice on the other side of the phone had been cautious and polite, in a way that put him on edge. The woman asked for May but settled for Peter. He didn’t listen as she introduced and explained her position with the district attorney. The only part he heard was her saying, “Steven Wescott was paroled this morning.”

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LISTEN UP Y’ALL

THERE’S THIS SONG CALLED “YOUNG BLOOD” BY BEA MILLER

NOW WHY AM I SHOUTING ABOUT A SONG THAT’S NOT KPOP?

IT FUCKING DESCRIBES SKZ’S WHOLE CONCEPT/MV PLOT FROM HELLEVATOR TO SIDE EFFECTS

DON’T BELIEVE ME?

*cracks knuckles* BUCKLE THE FUCK UP BITCHES AND LEMME DO THE YELLING

VERSE 1

We were making history Breaking rules and breaking free Questioning the writing on the wall Comin’ from the underground Laughing as we’re falling down Soaking in the glory of it all

BREAKING RULES (IN DISTRICT NINE)

AND BREAKING FREE (FROM THE SYSTEM)

QUESTIONING THE WRITING ON THE WALL

(IN THIS SHOT HE ACTUALLY FURROWS HIS EYEBROWS IN QUESTION IT WORKS OKAY)

COMIN’ FROM THE UNDERGROUND

LAUGHING AS WE’RE FALLING DOWN

(DO YOU SEE WHERE I’M GOING?) 

STANZA 2

But in dark times when we close our eyes  It’s a nightmare, it’s a nightmare  When the sun don’t shine we lose our minds  But I swear, we can get there

BUT IN DARK TIMES WHEN WE CLOSE OUR EYES IT’S A NIGHTMARE 

WHAT IF THE SIDE EFFECTS MV IN ITSELF WAS A NIGHTMARE I –

SKIP THE CHORUS BECAUSE IT DOESN’T HAVE MUCH TO DO WITH CONCEPTS

STANZA 3

Someday we could run away See it all before the pictures fade And bottle up the feeling in a jar Pass around to all our friends We could breathe it in all again Huddled in the backseat of the car

SOMEDAY WE COULD RUN AWAY

SEE IT ALL BEFORE THE PICTURES FADE

HUDDLED IN THE BACKSEAT OF THE CAR

SKIP CHORUS AGAIN

STANZA 4

And the voices will get loud If we never learn to shut them out If you’re lost you could be found If you follow me until you hear the sound Put ‘em put 'em up now If you know we’re never backing down We’re never backing down, no

DO I EVEN NEED SCREENSHOTS FOR THIS

AND THE VOICES WILL GET LOUD IF WE NEVER LEARN TO SHUT THEM OUT

THEIR SONG “VOICES”, STEP OUT OF THEM VOICES

IF YOU’RE LOST YOU COULD BE FOUND? 

THEY’RE LITERALLY STRAY KIDS IN A MIROH OR MAZE

IF YOU FOLLOW ME UNTIL YOU HEAR THE SOUND? 

LITERALLY CHAN + ANY SIREN IN DISTRICT 9 AND MIROH I —

SO YEAH

THAT’S MY THEORY

AN SKZ THEORY