she needs to stop being so perfect because it' too much and it makes me compare everything to her and nothing is as good ok

I’m relatively open to all kinds of ideas and theories, the’re a lot of fun to talk about and mess around with. 

But there are just some i just can’t accept, and i think it’s harder to accept, when they were created on little fact…and seem to only exist to put down. character or ship.

I love tom, but i can respect it if someone just simply doesn’t like him.

He’s flawed, every character is, which is a good thing, he’s going to screw up…nobody is perfect…

But abusive? 

Abusive is a strong thing to call somebody, if you’re referring to someone as being abusive you are referring to someone who can cause physical and/ or mental damage to someone…and who doesn’t care about the victim’s feelings and /or well-being.

That’s a pretty hard accusation to place on Tom, especially when he’s still a character with much mystery behind him.

I wouldn’t be nearly as bothered by it, however, if the fandom didn’t treat this as more of a FACT sometimes…and not an headcanon.

You can’t use a headcanon as a reason to hate Tom, or hate any ship he’s apart of.

A headcanon is a theory or idea of something that may happen, or could happen…..it’s nothing that’s confirmed yet.

Unless Tom is proven to be abusive on this show, he’s not.

And it’s a hard claim to stake, because it really doesn’t make a lot of sense considering his character and his relationships.

But Star-!

Star is one of the biggest reasons i don’t buy this idea.

all of her actions towards Tom are not the ones of a victim of abuse. She’s not really afraid of Tom, has no problem saying no to him, and frankly doesn’t really seem to hate him despite everything.

And if Tom DID abuse her, that doesn’t add up and instead raises more questions like:

  • Why did Star accept Tom’s invite so easily in BMB? And leave so willingly in this and the original storyboard?
  • Why is Star so forgiving towards Tom?
  • Why does she still have his number?
  • Why is she perfectly fine with Tom and Marco hanging out together?
  • Why would she egg Marco on to hang out with Tom?
  • Why does her reaction to him inviting her in BMB sound more annoyed then angry and aggressive if he hurt her?

Look, i don’t know for sure about what happened with their relationship, but this is not how an abuse survivor treats their abuser.

Star would want nothing to do with him, wouldn’t let Marco ever hang out with him, wouldn’t willingly go anywhere with him anymore, and would treat him a lot more coldly.


But he’s mean!! He’s hurt star and Marco-!

Here’s the thing about abusers, they don’t realize (Or Care) about how they treat the victim. 

This is literally the opposite of Tom’s entire character.

When Tom hurts people, he genuinely looks hurt and ashamed of himself.

When he gets scolded, he looks as if he’s about to cry.

Making others sad and/or upset isn’t something he takes pride in and he has no problem taking the blame when he screws up.

He genuinely apologizes, this is not something an abuser would do.

Tom’s character revolves around him trying to improve upon himself, he goes through the effort to become a better person and tried to fix something he knows is causing so much trouble, You can’t simply pretend these efforts mean nothing when they’re such a big part of his character.

Tom’s flawed, sure, but so are Marco and Star.

And between the three of them, Tom tries the hardest to change for the good of himself and everyone around him.



There’s also the matter that out of everyone on this show, Tom gets this label despite him never harming anyone on this show.

The most damage he’s done to anyone so far is hit Marco with some ping pong balls, that’s not exactly the worst Marco’s encountered compared to what Star has put him through.

Sure he attempted to attack Marco during BMB, but considering that fight never happened….we’ll never know what Tom could’ve ended up doing or if he even would’ve gone through with it.

The guy kinda lost everything that night, his anger was building all night and this was what broke the camel’s back.

It’s probably harder to handle this kinda thing when your emotions link to your powers.


He didn’t even hurt Marco in “Friend-enemies” when he got upset, and the position he chose to “Attack” him with doesn’t look too effective considering it looks more like Tom’s going in for a kiss.

(( No seriously, who attacks people in this kinda position?))

But in “Mr Candle Cares”… he said he was gonna destroy Marco!!!

Yeah, but did he? He and Marco played 58 games, despite the fact that they only needed to play one to decide Marco’s fate and Tom never told him to stop starting these new games.

Honestly is anyone really sure Tom would’ve “Destroyed” Marco? 

It looks more to me like he’s all talk in that scene, upset Marco discovered his plan and is trying not to panic about what he’s gonna do about it.

Cause he can’t let Marco leave and tell Star, but now he doesn’t know what to do with him.

When he thought they kissed the worst he did to Marco was spin him and get him wet.

B-But he wanted to do a battle to the death!

Ok, for one, i think that has much more to do with Tom’s violent culture, and less to do with him being abusive. It’s probably how the underworld settles deputes normally, and considering Tom’s species seems to have a harder time being killed off….it’s probably less of a big deal to them.

Tom wasn’t raised in exactly the most comfortable and understanding universes the show has presented.

So Far Tom’s been about as dangerous as a kitten. Star’s done worse damage to other’s then him.

Heck i’m sure the water fountain at the school has harmed more people then Tom at this point.


but one of the last things that needs to be said about this and why this doesn’t work is that if Tom was meant to be this awful, unforgiving, harmful person….why try and make him sympathetic?

The crew actually loves Tom, and if you’ve been around to their blogs it’s very common to find the crew’s draws of Tom…sometimes by himself, but other times with Marco and Star.

It’s clear the crew likes him, and they constantly put him in a position where he’s friends with Marco and Star.

If Tom is meant to be this horrible abusive person? Then why give him sympathy? Why allow him to have anything to do with Marco or Star?

If you’re going to portray an abusive relationship, one of the last things you want to do is make the abuser sympathetic.

Especially on a show like this one that’s meant for kids.

If you wanted to make Tom abusive, why not keep his old evil design? That would fit more with that idea, not this version.

You can interpret the characters how you want but saying that this is canon, and putting people’s ships down because of this claim that has no real good evidence to it….that doesn’t work.

It comes off more like the fandom wanted an excuse to hate Tom, and find ways to put down other’s for their ships.

And considering Jackie gets worse treatment then Tom, despite doing nothing wrong…that shouldn’t be a surprise.


Tom’s a mystery, there’s a lot we still need to know about him. But i don’t believe this abusive version of him was what the show was intending to create.


Untill there is more evidence then “ Tom’s done bad things”, (something that all people do), this is just a headcanon that isn’t very likely to be true at all.

And it really needs to die because it’s not doing any favors for this fandom at all by taking a character whose most relatable to victims of abuse, and labeling him worse then the show’s intentions.

Bayojeanne Week 4 - Death

Fandom: Bayonetta

Ship: Bayonetta/Jeanne

Summary: Things in her life are fleeting and Jeanne fears the day she will leave the eye of the hurricane once again.

A/N: I have Prompt 3 - Amnesia in the backburner but I will publish it eventually! pinky promise *sips late Starbucks*


“Just for reference, darling, I can hear you think from here.”

The low, sleepy mumble made Jeanne look to her right ( to where most of the covers usually resided) and she quirked her eyebrow at her lover. Cereza rubbed at her eyes and felt around the nightstand for her glasses, accidentally dropping them under the bed.

“Fuck on a stick.” She grumbled, digging herself out of her dragon hoard of quilts and leaning over her side of the bed.

Jeanne kept silent as Bayonetta, graceful as a drunk ostrich, tried to retrieve her precious glasses. It wasn’t going too successfully, judging by the flailing and muted curses coming from her beloved partner.

With a triumphant grunt, she settled back on the bed and continued smoothly. “What has you up quite so late?”

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You gUYS I LITERALLY JUST HAD A SHAWN CONCERT DREAM AND ITS BASICALLY A TRIPPY ONESHOT i dreamt that for some reason my dad got tickets but it wasn’t a real show, it was extremely intimate (like 50 people tops) and i didnt even know i was going until that day. I remember pushing against the masses with my brother and running to the front row (we ended up getting to sit jn the front row) and for some reason in the dream, Shawn had like a little room to himself and it was right across out little corner so we were able to see him get in and out of the room before the show started (so i basically got access to his dressing room but i couldnt get in but for some reason in my head he was hot pressing t shirt prints not even his own merch just prints lmao im wildin)
And he played lil playlists and for SOME REASON UNBEKNOWNST TO GOD he likes the angus, thongs & perfect snogging soundtrack and he has a dog who’s a lil female pup and when he plays good songs she dances and he talks adoringly to her and he’s all like “oh, you like this song, don’t you?” while picking her up (ik he’s allergic but the man of my dreams is a dog kinda man)
And he sees me watching the lil moment and he blushes and looks down but notices me mouthing the words and he looks at me curiously. Then we exchange little moments (bc for some reason the show wasnt gonna be another hour or so and he was literally just chillin in our corner, by his own dressing room) (also he had a white bike? That he didn’t use? But it was propped up against the wall so?)
AND i dont remember much of the words i said to him but i remember me and my dumbass who couldnt contain her banter and had to subtly jokingly insult him AND I TOUCHED HIS ARM (TWICE) (altho for some reason he was a lil skinnier in my dream than in irl i hope all is good and he’s not losing unhealthy weight)
And then i take a toilet break bc my family being my family brought way too many snacks and then finished everything before the show even started. When i came back, my dad was asking me to help clean up the mess my siblings made and he was talking to shawn!!!
My dad: “don’t you get tired, what with tour and everything?”
Shawn: “yeah, but I always get so excited because my home is nothing compared to traveling everywhere and seeing the things each new place brings, especially here. I mean come on,” (i live in Indonesia and for some reason i just knew he was talking about Bali)
And while this is happening im cleaning the trash like a fucken modern day Cinderella ok wtf but its all good cuz my dad then helps me and shawn walks away a little bit but then turns around (im convinced he does this w everything) and asks “can I help you with that, guys?” And my dad says yes, obviously.
Im nervously apologizing for my siblings who eat like absolute horses and he’s all smiling and amused eyes and he’s like “nah, i totally get it.” while picking up Indonesian candy wrappers.
I also distinctly remember the nerves i got, i was so excited my heart actually hurt and it felt like it was a lil sea urchin (like a ball with spikes tryna stab at me from different directions all at once)
Then the show starts (before the show he gives his dog a bowl of water 😭) and the stage was literally only like 2 meters away from the front row it wasnt even a proper concert hall, it was just an indoor plaza. So obviously we could make eye contact while jamming but i didnt rlly try as much anymore bc i just wanted to enjoy it and stop passive aggressively trying to make Shawn Mendes fall in love w me lol . The show was hella short and the mic stopped at one point so he just screamed out w his guitar and i’ve never heard anything better, even in my sleep
So anywho the show ends and my dad is literally like “lets go. I’m hungry. We need to eat. Now.” And i was trying not to rip my hair out in frustration like UGH dad! I’m trying to linger here until Shawn realizes that he needs my number!! Hello?!
But my dad being my dad decided to be a total cockblock and usher me into the car. I strapped myself in the front seat and we drove to the minimart right next to the venue. At this point my dad’s ordering street food to go (Martabak, for those of u who are indonesian or who just wanted to know. Its delicious, look it up) and its taking a long time, obviously. By then the venue was clearing up and i could see families drive away in their cars. I remember kinda just melancholically resting my chin on my crossed arms that were propped up on the dashboard of the car, me looking out through the huge front window.
“Do you think Shawn digged me?” I sighed, asking my siblings. (Also apparently dream me only speaks in 90’s slang idek).
My lil brother, bless him, was all like “i don’t know, totally possible!!”
We went back to comfortable silence until my dad opens the door to hand me all the food. He takes his time and he’s lecturing me about not dropping it because apparently i’ve done so twice before (i’ve never dropped a single piece of martabak in my entire life) but his voice becomes background noise as i look up and see Shawn coming out of the lil mini market in a white hotel robe and slippers (as if he wasnt on the fucking side of a jakarta street jesus white people).
Im holding my breath as he passes by my car but i can tell he’s trying not to let the familiarity wash over his face as he recognizes my dad’s voice (who is still going on and on abt that time i dropped martabak, dont know why my subconscious thought this was important) and much to my dismay i see him continue to walk away so i look up at my dad from my seat and nod at him, focusing on the food so i dont ruin my dad’s only hope of me not dropping the damned thing.
Suddenly, out of the corner of my eye, i see shawn’s head pop up beside my dad’s shoulder (he’s leaning, he’s a fucking giraffe compared to my asian self) and he’s got that searching look on his face and it makes him look kinda dumb but so so cute and i could see that his hair was real glossy, like Pantene commercial glossy, and that it was a chestnut brown (like the exact color of the sole dark brown crayon you would get back when we only bought a 24 crayon pack) and that his cheeks were a lil less rosy in the jakarta heat but his skin was hella white, esp for me who’s used to seeing asian or mixed kids, and he’s got a bit of texture around his cheeks, near his mouth and nose, a telltale sign of how young he actually is. His brown eyes (same color as mine, kinda gold in the light, but no actual gold flecks) find mine and he gives me that signature Nice smile (which was so much goofier in real life, well dream at least im so in LOVE) and he’s about to open his mouth and ask me for my number or twitter handle or insta acc or someTHING but i literally jolt awake bc someone is ringing the hotel room doorbell and im scrambling in the dark bc its still 6:00 am in Bali and i open the door to find none other than,,, my dAD. This man actually cockblocked me in real life!!!!!! I tell him that Shawn was just abt to ask me for my number and he ruined everything and mumbled grumpily while crawling back into bed.
Ok y'all, hope u liked that literal godly dream i just got, congrats if u’re still reading this. Im a psycho. Goodnight/morning :-)

Perfect Life - Dean Winchester x Reader

Title: Perfect Life

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Word count: 1245

Warnings: Slight bad language

A/N: Written for @spnbuddywriters SPN Team Building Challenge.  So this is Part 1 of a 3 part series written in conjunction with @waywardimpalawriter and @thetalesofmooseandsquirrel.   

Read Part 2 by @waywardimpalawriter

Read Part 3 by @thetalesofmooseandsquirrel

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**Dean’s POV**

Ever since Y/N came into my life, everything has been better.  She stitches me up when I’m battered and broken, she makes the world seem that little bit brighter.  During those moments when I doubt myself, she restores my faith – she makes everything worthwhile and she’s the reason I wake up in the morning with a lease of life that I thought I had lost forever.  No matter how bad things get, I know that she’ll be there in any way I need her to be.

All of that makes my current behaviour seem like that of a complete jackass.  Thanks to some off-the-cuff comments and my ability to keep a decent poker face in pretty much any circumstance, she thinks I’ve forgotten our wedding anniversary.  Like I could ever forget the date I made her my wife, the day she made me the happiest man on earth simply by saying “I do”.

I wanted her out of the bunker for a while but apparently I may have gone a little too far in my actions because I wasn’t expecting the reaction I got from her.  She stormed out about a half hour ago, grabbing her keys and screaming something about a supply run but not before she let out quite the stream of expletives, all aimed in my direction.  My particular favourite was “you complete and utter bloody bastard”. Which reminds me – I have got to stop her from hanging around with Crowley so much…..she’s started to pick up a whole range of new insults thanks to him!

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Transformation

I wrote an incredibly late Nalu fic for the prompt ‘Transformation’ 

 You can read it on fanfiction.net here if you want


There was nothing more terrible than watching the one you love transform before your eyes, and being powerless to stop it. Natsu thought he knew fear, he thought he had come to terms with it long ago when Gildarts gave him that speech on Tenrou Island, but he was wrong. He may not have always had the answers, or the strength but he had something he could fight. He knew what his goal was and it was within his hands, failure would be all his own doing. This was beyond him and he knew it, and it made him terrified. He had never felt so out of control, and it was never so important for him to keep it together.

Lucy was sick. Neither Porlyuscia nor Wendy could diagnose her, it was something they had never seen before. However, she recognised the symptoms in herself, even though she had been so young when she’d seen them. It was the illness that had killed her mother.

He had to be strong, she asked him that in all the chaos and the fear that he stay smiling, that he stay the fire in her life that gave her the strength to keep going. He wanted to say that he could do that for her but she had long since become the stars that lit up his life, and gave him the will to move forward. She may have needed his strength but he needed her courage. Without her, he didn’t know if he could be that same person. He had to try though. Each new version of herself replaced the last before he got a chance to come to terms with the one that came before. She was deteriorating before his very eyes and he couldn’t stop it. 

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An offer no one could ever refuse PART 4 - Luke smut

 

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Author’s note : OMG your reactions to this mini-fic just melt my heart I swear. This is part 4 to “An offer no one could ever refuse”, for those who haven’t yet, you can read Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3

I have a delightful time writing this, it’s amazing.

This part features drunk clubbing Luke as well, and a fictional character is present in this story, we will refer to her as Her/N since I don’t want to use a name, just picture that one girl you hate and have fun ;)

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One month. One whole goddam month. I hate myself, I am a terrible person who deserves Hell. It has been 30 days since Luke and I had sex, or shall I say since I took his virginity without any scruples… I had done it selfishly, with no second thought, not for Ashton, not for Luke, only for me. I had wanted him from the first time I had seen him in all his perfection, broad shoulders, steel-eyes and awkward shyness. All of him.

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jail break

Shepard never expected guests anymore. She figured if her life were at all normal, she would have family that would come check on her, or a sane group of friends that could come make sure she wasn’t trying to break imaginary women stuck in putrid colored wallpaper. But no. She was Commander Shepard. Nothing was normal, and there were hardly visitors.

Aside from Hackett coming by a couple of times to tell her how screwed they were for when the Reapers did arrive, and Anderson offering some fatherly support, it was just her, and James, and a tiny little room overlooking Vancouver.

“Shepard,” James said, the doors popping open. “Change into something better for warmer weather and meet me downstairs. You’re getting out of here for a bit.”

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