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Is “Sodomy” in the bible really referring to being gay? Yes and no but certainly not in the way your homophobic aunt wants you to believe

Alternative title “What the heck is sodomy, why is the bible against it and does that apply to my life as a gay person in 2017?” 

(Tw: discussion of rape as part of bible stories) 

“The sin of sodomy” refers to the story of Sodom in the bible (Genesis 19).

If you’re not familiar with it, here’s a quick summary:   

Angels disguise as men and visit Lot in the city of Sodom. He invites them to stay in his home. He was kind to them, prepared a meal for them and stuff like that. But just as they are about to go to sleep, all men of the entire city gather around the house and basically say “Give us those men, we want to rape them.” 

What a horrible thing! Imagine you invite visitors out of kindness and then a gang knocks on your door and threatens rape. We (hopefully) all agree that is a horrible awful situation and those are horrible men. But… is it about being gay? Are those men gay? 

Does that strike you as a likely thing to happen in 2017? All men in, let’s say, a rather small town in america, Greenville in North Carolina or Odessa, Texas… All of the men there are gay and form one big group of gay gang rapists? Is this story something that reflects gay communities in 2017? 

Rape is a crime, no doubt. It’s a crime of violence. 

Men do not rape (”sodomize”) people because they’re so attracted to them. They do it as an act of violence. A act of humiliation. A act of war. 

Were the men of Sodom gay or straight? They were violent, that’s all we know for sure. They didn’t want to have sex with these men because they were in love with them or because they were so beautiful and hot - they wanted to rape them. That’s what countless gangs of violent men have done through history: use rape as a act of war.  

How does our horrifying story continue? 

Lot goes outside and begs them to not do it. What a brave men! Faces a violent crowd to protect his visitors from violence! But wait, what the hecking heck is he doing now? Offering them his daughters instead! 

Behold now, I have two daughters which have not known man; let me, I pray you, bring them out unto you, and do ye to them as is good in your eyes”.  -  Genesis 19:7-8

What a disturbing solution. Offer rapists someone else to rape, so they let go off who they wanted to rape first? That being said.. If the “Sin of Sodom” was homosexuality, offering gay men to sleep with girls doesn’t sound like a helpful suggestion. If we go with the interpretation here that those men weren’t rapists, just very gay guys who wanted to have nice consensual sex with some sexy gay angels - then Lot who lived in that city where everyone was gay was somehow entirely blind to that fact. 

Again, is that relevant to gay relationships as we think of them today? I, as a gay person, can’t remember the last time I together with my entire gay city wanted to have sex but the one silly straight person in the town kept offering me his kids to have sex with. 

What’s the more likely interpretation? That they didn’t want consensual gay sex - they wanted to assault them, and specifically them (they ignored the daughters offered to them). Most likely they wanted to rape the angels because they were strangers. We can assume that they wanted to establish their dominance over them, wanted to humiliate them - as people in war (sadly and terrifyingly) do.   

How does the story end? God gets angry and destroys the city. This story follows the narrative of Noah’s flood or the tower of Babel - People are horrible, God destroys them. Your typical old testament bible story (that’s the stories before Jesus’ birth) in which God was often portrayed as vengeful and angry (and, just as a side note, Jesus literally died for you to free you from the former laws i.e the laws of the old testament. That’s why you don’t need to sacrifice animals and are allowed to wear clothes made of mixed fabrics or to shave or to get tattooed. Thankyou, Jesus!). 

So, if you are gay and wonder if “The sin of sodomy” applies to you: Yes. Please do not gather up with a large crowd and threaten rape. That’s not cool, regardless of your identity. Even if the one you threaten is not an angel. 

But does it apply to you in the way your homophobic aunt thinks? No. This story has absolutely no connection to you dating a person of the same gender or to you having consensual sex with them. 

Rumors [Part 2]

A/N: For anyone who was waiting, thank you so much and I’m sorry it took me so long! 🙏🙇

~ Part 1 ~

BTS x EXO x NCT x Reader

Summary: You always knew there were some rumors spreading around the city about you but who could have thought that it will lead to so much trouble.

Genre: Mafia AU

Word Count: 1,592

Originally posted by biaswreckerchimchim

this gif is so big but it fits so well 😂

You walked with a quicker pace than usual, this night turned out troublesome as it is and even now when you were on your doorstep you couldn’t shake off the feeling that somebody was watching you. You looked around one last time before turning the knob. Nothing. You checked for any clues inside. Everything was as it should be. Maybe you’re just becoming paranoid. You climbed up the stairs that led to the second floor and headed to your bedroom. You took your dress off, throwing it on the bed and slid the closet door open. There was a pair of eyes staring right back at you. You blinked a few times.

You were about to shout when the man quickly grabbed you, securing your arms behind your back and put his hand on your mouth.

“No no no no no, don’t misunderstand please, I swear I wasn’t peeking. I’m not a pervert,” he started explaining himself.

“Is he seriously concerned about that when he’s already got you pressed up against his body half naked,” you thought. “What the heck is he doing in your house?”

“Taehyung, what the hell are you shouting for, we should hurry up, she can come back any minute,” another man walked into the room and froze at the sight. “The fuck-?”

Great he’s not alone.

“Noo hyung, I swear it’s not what this looks like I wasn’t trying to do anything.”

“Are you an idiot? Why didn’t you knock her out if she found you!”

The man called Taehyung looked down at you with a confused expression and thought for a few moments.

“Oh shit it’s her isn’t it!? Hyung what do I do?” he started panicking.

“Could you both stop your yapping and gather your things already-“ another man came into the room. “Well damn, Taehyung, getting straight to business I see.”

Where the hell do they keep coming from? The one who just entered walked up to you.

“That’s a nasty scar you have there,”  he said tracing the scar with his fingers that started just below your left shoulder and went across your chest. You would have kicked him if the yet unnamed man hadn’t stopped him. He noticed what you tried to do though.

“Feisty, I like that,” he smirked.

“Jimin, not now we need to figure out what to do, I’m gonna make a call, don’t try anything until I come back,” and with that you have been left with the other two.

“I say we take her.”

“What?” you felt Taehyung’s grip loosen and you used this opportunity to elbow him in the stomach, once out of his grasp you grabbed for your dagger but then remembered that that idiot from before took it.

“What now?” Jimin asked you. “You’re quite outnumbered.”

You got into a fighting stance.

“Guess this will have to go the hard way,” he said pulling his gun out when something hit you hard across the head, you felt to the ground and saw Taehyung holding a baseball bat you never noticed before. Your mind was going blank but you could still hear voices.

“Where you about to shoot her? Are you crazy?”

“And you knocking her out is better how?” you heard Jimin reply before you passed out.


You woke up a few hours later and your head hurt like hell, you wanted to touch the bump on your head but then realized your arms were tied behind your back and your legs to the chair. You looked down and saw that now you were wearing an overgrown t-shirt, probably one of theirs, that’s good, you hated seeing your scar.

“I don’t understand him at first he told us to get out and then he said to take her with us,” Taehyung spoke, you rose your head and locked eyes with him.

“Well we would have taken her sooner or later but-” he stopped mid sentence when he noticed Taehyung looking at you. “Well well well, look who finally decided to wake up and here I thought Taehyung hit you too hard.”

He stood up in front of you and turned the light on above your head.

“Rock, paper, scissors who gets to do it?” he asked.

“You can go ahead, we started out on bad terms, there is no way I’m hitting her now,” Taehyung responded and you tensed up at his statement.

“No need to get scared. Yet. You see unlike a certain individual all of us are gentlemen, we even gave you something to get dress with.”

You just rolled your eyes.

“Yeah right. Do all gentlemen knock out and then kidnap women?”

“Still have some fight in you I see. Well if we want this to go as smoothly as possible we have to establish a few rules. Number one: I ask a question - you answer, simple enough,” he smiled. “Number two: If you don’t answer, you get punished, understand?”

You looked at him, you knew he wanted an answer but you were not giving it to him.

“This was a question, you were supposed to answer but I will forgive you just this time,” he smiled clearly annoyed. “Anyway, let’s begin.”

He took a few steps back and stared at you intently, thinking where to start.

“Do you know who we are?”


“Okay, great. Do you know where you are?”


“We are doing pretty good o far, so where are the drugs?” you were caught off guard by his question.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“That’s a bad answer,” he said slapping you hard across the face. “Let me try this again so you would understand, where did you hide the drugs?”

You decided not to answer. There was no point. Even when you tell him the truth he won’t believe you, they clearly got you mixed up with someone, so you stayed silent and were rewarded with another slap. He pulled you by the hair, so your eyes would meet his.

“I forgot to mention another rule, you look at me when I speak with you,” and you smiled to him.

“Fuck you.”

“Gosh that’s so god damn sexy but rule number four, you don’t speak if you’re not asked to,” he smirked and this time hit you in the stomach. “Behave, dear.”

You were about to say that you can’t go making up new rules when you already stated them before but kept quiet instead.

“Did you want to say something, dear?” Jimin teased. “How about you hurry up and just tell me about the drugs?”

And that stupid question was seemingly asked thousands of times but you stayed silent and after a few hours he was running out of patience.

“Geez don’t you care about your looks at all because you look horrible by now. What do I have to do so you wouldn’t be so fucking stubborn? It’s getting on my nerves,” you spit out some blood and smiled at him once again, you’re not giving in when you don’t even know what the heck he’s talking about.

“I say we get this over with,” another voice spoke from the darkness. You didn’t even see there was a person there the whole time because of the bright light.

“This will make her talk,” you could now hear that the voice belonged to a man. He went to the table where Taehyung was standing and picked something up and before he could stop him, came up to you and shoved a knife through your leg. You screamed out in pain but then quickly bit down on your lip, drawing blood. You won’t cry, you won’t shout, you can’t show them any sign of weakness, you stared at your leg for a few seconds, blood coming out of it. You focused and mustered up the deadliest glare you could manage and looked up at the person who dared do this to you.

“Jungkook?” you couldn’t believe what you were seeing.

“Y/N?” he quickly withdrew his hand away from the knife.

“Jungkook, you piece of shit, we were told many times over not to use any tools or do anything drastic when it comes to her, if we get in trouble because of you!..” Taehyung grabbed him by the collar but he was too shocked to care.

“Shit Tae, I think they know each other, take him out of here,” Jimin ordered and as soon as they were gone he kneeled down to you.

“Okay, well shit, this is going to hurt like hell,” he said grabbing the knife’s handle. If he wasn’t the person who was torturing you for information just a few minutes ago, you would have thought he was actually worried. He pulled the knife in one go and immediately started bandaging it. The blood was gushing out of it without stopping.

“Oh fuck, this is bleeding too much, he probably hit an artery or something,” but you already had trouble registering what he was saying.

“Hey hey hey, stay with me,” he said gently patting your cheek. He put his fingers on your neck and checked your pulse.

“Fuck he really did it this time but don’t you dare pass out on me, I’m going to get you some help,” he said standing up and running to the door. “Jiiiiin!” he shouted.

You watched as the last person your consciousness was still holding onto left the room. You felt weak and numb and couldn’t think anymore. You closed your eyes not knowing if you will ever open them again.

My hero (Eric x Reader)

Originally posted by effindivergenteric

When you had first entered Dauntless, everyone doubted you, thinking you were too fragile for the faction. In your old faction, Erudite, everyone thought you had a bright future helping Jeanine, as you were one of the top students. But you had other plans. Every night, for the last two years, you had prepared yourself for the physical training of Dauntless, perfectioning your punches and your kicks until you were satisfied.

After proving yourself in the fight with Peter, you were the number one of the rank, surprising the Stone cold leader, Eric.

You had awakened in him a spark he hadn’t had in a long time, a feeling that he didn’t like because it bothered him to no end. Every time he would look at you and your eyes met, he would turn his head and pretend nothing had happened, while you just blushed and continued punching the bag.

Peter, on the other side, was rather jealous at you, being the competitive man he was, and if looks could kill, you would be a puddle of ashes on the floor.

He had to take you down, but he was defeated in the fight. No, he knew exactly what to do. And so, he waited for the night to fall down to get his vengeance.


You were awekened from your slumber by a hand over your mouth and three figures lífting your from your bed

What the… You thought, as you tried to free yourself from your captors, but to no avail.

As you saw where you were approaching, everything started to make sense. You started to punch, kick, bite, scratch the hardest you could, and you took out the mask of one of the captors.

-Peter? What the heck man?- You shouted.

Then, he punched you square in the face, breaking your nose and to the brink of unconsciousness.

So, this is it? It cannot end like this, it’s just not right…

As you were about to be thrown down the Chasm, a pair of strong arms pushed Peter away from you, and punched the other two people away too.

-Well,well, well, what do we have here?- Asked Eric with a devilish smirk - You better explain yourselves and have a good excuse, or else you are out.

Peter and the others, Molly and Drew, tried to take him down together, but Eric wasn’t a man to be defeated easily. He finished in no time with them.

-Pack your bags and go, I don’t want to see cowards in this faction!

Then he noticed you trying to stay conscious on the floor, and picked you bridal style, and brought you to the infirmary.

-Take care of her, please- Eric asked the nurse in charge.

-The brave and cold Eric worried? You must have feelings for this girl- Said the nurse, smirking.

- She’s the best transfer from this year, we cannot waste such talent- He answered, no emotion in his eyes.

After that, he put you in a bed while the nurse went to find some suplies.

As he started to turn back to leave, you caught his arm.

-Eric?- You asked weakly.

-Sleep, you need some rest

-Thank you for saving me- You smiled

Eric smiled back and kissed your head. 

After what happened that night he was sure of one thing.

That girl will make me crazy…

Second Chance

Jung Hoseok x Reader

Summary: He would’ve done anything for a second chance, but what would that ‘anything’ be?

A/n: Inspired by my gal @h-obii

He missed you. He missed you so so much. With every smile came the thumping beating of his innocent heart. With every laugh came the inevitable feeling of love that rushed through his veins. It was an indescribable feeling - a feeling he could not even bear to understand, but it walked with him like a patch on his shoulder.

“Hobi! Let’s go already!” You cried out with a signature smile that made his mind go blank. Nothing really could make the captain of the dance team completely blank out other than the sweet sweet voice of you.

If only he could hear your voice once more. Just once more.

“Hobi? Hey, take off your headphones already!” You giggled and he scoffed, slipping his headphones off to let your sweet voice overcome his senses.

But why did this have to happen?

“Happy Birthday, Hoseok! I love you so much!” A large wrapped box was in your arms as you extended it towards him, giving nothing less than your million dollar smile.

Of all people, why was it you that suffered this fate?

“H-Hoseok, it really hurts.”

He wanted a second chance. He wanted you back.

“Hey, I think I might actually die, Hoseok.” You whispered, a weak smile plastered on your face. Tubes extending from your body and your weak body resting on the dove white hospital bed.

Anything… Anything to get you back in his life. Anything.

“We’re gathered today to mourn the death of a beautiful, beloved child: (F/n)-”

Anything to let you live the life you never got to live.

“Now, (F/n)’s family for their words.”

Anything to keep your smile alive.

“She was an amazing girl who always smiled.”

Anything to have your warmth in his once more.

“If only fate was kind enough.”


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J*son is getting on my nerves y'all. Him and Paul have the nerve, the audacity, and the unmitigated gall to talk negatively about Dominique and he is so mad that she’s in a good standing with the house and that she has a great relationship with God. As someone who loves God, it really bothers me what he’s saying about her and her OWN beliefs and the fact that she uses it to be a positive person in the house, but religion aside, it’s still not okay for him to be acting the way that he is. Him and Paul have no good reason to target her. She is literally doing absolutely NOTHING to this white man and he’s mad. I didn’t think I’d be this annoyed over this game until later but here we are!

Give me more engineering geek Hunk who groans and rubs his eyes raw every time his teammates do a bad science:

Hunk: “Hey guys, look at this Fraunhofer pattern!”
Keith: holds it up to picture
Hunk: “uhh no, no guys that’s not how this works did you pay attention at all in chem 2?? Wait that’s not required for communications or pilots are you even serious what the heck? Grumbles yeah no sure I mean I guess we can start looking there whatever ugh”

everyone talking about what they did during the castle siege
Pidge: yeah all the things were in Altean so I just kind of wrecked it lol
Pidge: what? It all worked out in the end!

idk Pidge always struck me as computer science/engineering (on the software side) and Hunk is more mechanical/aerospace (maybe with special interest electrical engienering/hardware)

Pidge can speak every coding language in the book and Hunk is just like “so uh….Matlab, yeah?” He can understand and alter most code but it takes him a bit longer to figure it out and he’s hopeless at writing programs from scratch without extensive references

Hunk: “Pidge why the hell isn’t this working I can’t get it to compile I swear to quiznak I got it right this time and it still. Won’t. Work.”
Pidge: “you didn’t capitalize the variable in line 130, it thinks you’re calling something that doesn’t exist lol”
Hunk throws the computer

[SUMMARY: John receives a call from his boys only to hear something he never thought he would….Sam and Dean had come across a woman that looks exactly like their mother…]


**if you aren’t tagged even though you asked to be its cause some names won’t come up**

John and Juliet.

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Long Ass List of Daredevil Sentence Starters
  • "Scream all you want. Come on, let me hear you scream. Scream loud. Nobody gives a shit down here."
  • "I gotta go bribe a cop."
  • "But seriously, yeah, I gotta go bribe a cop."
  • "Please stop giving my mom cigars."
  • "Look, I'm not asking you to do anything immoral."
  • "You've never done this before?"
  • "Maybe we can help each other."
  • "All I did was ask him for a drink."
  • "Define yourself by what you have, value the differences, make no apologies for what you lack."
  • "I thought I detected a whiff of virtue in there."
  • "But I'm awkward and unfashionable. Those things don't seem to apply to you."
  • "I just don't feel like going home okay?"
  • "So let's hop a few bars, not think about it."
  • "Your outfit kind of sucks, by the way."
  • "You haven't told me anything about you."
  • "Okay, good because I was starting to worry you might be in love with me."
  • "I drank the eel. Not a euphemism."
  • "And we are now filled with mighty eel strength!"
  • "After what you told me, I'm never going home again."
  • "I know you're scared, but I'm here to help you. Okay? - You don't have to be scared anymore."
  • "I make a heck of a latte, if you're interested."
  • "Facts have no moral judgment. They merely state what is. Not what we think of them, not what we feel."
  • "I know how hard this must be for you."
  • "You have no idea how any of this is for me."
  • "They have to pay for what they've done."
  • "They won't listen."
  • "We'll make them listen."
  • "You do not want to test me."
  • "You think this is still about you?"
  • "You should have just killed me. You coward."
  • "This is an offer, not an order."
  • "I did some digging into your, uh past activities."
  • "A man/woman that can be bought isn't worth having."
  • "I said you should move on. Didn't say anything about me."
  • "Even though our perception of it changes, one thing remains constant. The past can never be completely erased. It lingers."
  • "I've been lied to before by men/women. Some were even decent ones but they still felt the need to be dishonest about things that mattered."
  • "Hey, that's not a reason, it's an excuse."
  • "He's/She's like a sexual Rain Man."
  • "I want you to touch my face."
  • "Just tell me what you feel."
  • "You need anything else, you know where to find me."
  • "You want the short answer or the long one?"
  • "We need to contain this."
  • "Lying to that woman is impossible."
  • "Choose a side."
  • "I'm the closest he/she has to family. He'd/She'd do the same for me."
  • "That wasn't very smart, but it was fun watching you bleed."
  • "Life is not a fairy tale. Not everyone deserves a happy ending."
  • "Animals don't stop fighting. Not until one of them is dead."
  • "Admittedly, I'm a work in progress."
  • "Let's get this started."
  • "You know what they call stuff like that? Gifts. The special kind. The kind that very few people have. Or deserve."
  • "Smart don't come out of books, kid. Smart is making the right decision at the right time."
  • "Big world. Not all of it flowers and sunshine, and the only way guys like you and me can survive is to grab it by the throat and never let go."
  • "Are you gonna lie there all night or get up off your ass?"
  • "What a shithole."
  • "This is my life and I made something of it, without you."
  • "Relationships are a luxury men like you and me can't afford."
  • "Is that why you left? Huh? To protect me?"
  • "You got heart kid, but heart's not enough."
  • "Anger is a spark, good. Rage is a wildfire, out of control, therefore useless. Just like you."
  • "We all pay for our choices."
  • "I've learned a lot since you've been gone."
  • "You're a dick."
  • "Say that you want my help."
  • "I want you to help yourself."
  • "I don't need a friend. I need a soldier."
  • "In war, people die. If it's not you, it's the guy next to you."
  • "I swear I will not kill anybody. Pussy."
  • "Never is a man more good looking than when he is in love."
  • "You do your job, I'll do mine."
  • "On occasion some dickery may leak out, but doesn't mean I'm wrong."
  • "So, how long before I do something that pisses you off?"
  • "You can't listen to people like that. You have to just block them out."
  • "Yeah, you're just a guy, right? A really, really good-looking guy."
  • "If you weren't half dead, I would kick your ass."
  • "We're gonna be the best damn avocados this city has ever seen."
  • "Misspelling 'Hanukkah' is a mistake. Attempted murder is a little something else."
  • "Well, we seldom get everything we want. Not in this world."
  • "You were really something back in the day. When you had a soul."
  • "I'm not afraid to die."
  • "We'll be together, that's all that matters."
  • "You really think that this will change anything?"

Continuous Masa’s Sequel Interview from official Tenka @koi_game_koiran Twitter!

Note: I’m sorry for any wrong and off translation since I’m a learner, please correct me for any mistakes *bow*

Shigezane: In celebration of Masamune’s sequel distribution/delivery, an interview about Masamune would be conducted by me for everyone.
Ibano: Again, you neglect your own castle and then, doing something like that…
Shigezane: Ji too, participate in this.

Ibano: Me? Well then…Masamune-sama growing up to be a man full of wisdom and wise even from the time he’s very young.
Shigezane: Somewhat he does not possess a lovable nature/cuteness/charm though.

Ibano: Too eager/earnest in his lesson, I think my body also becomes tense in teaching him. 
Shigezane: Ah- Surely.
Ibano: Compared to him, Waka (young master) is…
Shigezane: Yeah, yeah…how about me?

Ibano: He cannot be calm and settle down no matter how much time passes…
Shigezane: Ji, I’m good. Let’s talk more about Masamune…
Ibano: Ah! That’s right. Therefore, Waka, like Masamune-sama…
Shigezane: Daaa! I understand already!

Shigezane: Why is it every time Ji talks about me, it turns into preaching?
Ibano: Waka, I hear you.
Shigezane: Geh! It’s nothing…! Let’s go towards the next interview!

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luki-pooki  asked:

So uh, I was talking to a friend about how you and Robin are together because I think its really cute, and they didnt know who you were, but they kind of knew who Robin is, and so I explained who you were, and I ended up just talking about how you, and the animator squad, makes my days better when you stream and stuff. I just wanted you to know I guess haha. I hope this didn't come off to cheesy heh. I'll be on my way now

awww gosh what the heck you flatter me! You’re too sweet what the heck man!  I’m glad the streams makes your day better ;o; its the least we can do for the amount of support you guys give us!


You Jealous? - Newt x reader Oneshot

Fandom: Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them
Warning: None, a little fluffy
Pairing: Newt x reader, slightly Mr. Graves x reader
Summary: Mr. Graves flirts with reader and Newt gets jealous and accidently confesses that he loves reader.


A/N: My first Fantastic beasts one shot, I hope you’ll enjoy it. :D This one was so much fun writing.

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Day Two: The Return of Mewberty

There were few things Marco Diaz appreciated less than texts from Janna. For starters, he wasn’t even sure how she’d gotten his number, or how her contact information had mysteriously appeared in his phone. And for every text he received, half were bizarre or unnerving, and the other half were bizarre and unnerving. It was for that reason why, when he’d received a text from her shortly before Karate practice, he’d elected to ignore it for the time being. After all, whatever it was, it could wait until he’d kicked Jeremy Birnbaum’s butt.

Unfortunately for Marco, instead of the normal close-up of a spider or a skeleton, the text had ended up being a mere seven words: “COME TO THE MALL, STAR’S IN TROUBLE”

Huffing and wheezing as he pushed his bike up the last hill, Marco kicked himself again for not checking his phone earlier. Granted, it wasn’t unusual for Star to find herself in some sort of trouble-just the previous week, Marco had been forced to step in after a dire misunderstanding at a hot-dog eating contest. But something about Janna’s text had unnerved him more than usual-that, and the distant sound of sirens and helicopters in the distance.

Finally, Marco reached the top of the hill. Pausing to catch his breath, Marco looked down and saw something strange on the ground. Leaning over, he picked it up and stared.

It was, if he wasn’t mistaken, a tiny purple heart.

Looking back up, Marco was floored at the sight of the Echo Creek Mall in the distance. The shopping center was nearly completely covered in bulbous purple growths, and the entire building was surrounded by emergency vehicles. Above the mall, a half-dozen helicopters circled relentlessly, illuminating the structure with their spotlights.

“STAR!” His fatigue forgotten, Marco hopped back onto his bike and raced down the hill as quickly as he dared. Passing by dozens of stopped vehicles and staring pedestrians, he quickly made his way to the bottom of the valley and made his way to the police cordon at full speed. As he approached, however, a pair of police officers ran towards him, hands in the air.

“Hey! What the heck are you doing, kid?” the first officer shouted, running to block Marco’s path.

Marco quickly slid to a stop, and stood before the two clearly panicked officers. “I have to get in there! There’s something wrong with Star, and I-“

“Oh no, you’re not getting another foot closer.” The second officer said. “This entire area is locked down. And kid, even if you did try to get in there… you wouldn’t come out again, if you know what I’m saying.”

Frustrated, Marco gripped the bridge of his nose. “You don’t understand, I have to get in there! Star’s in trouble, and there’s a good chance I’m the only one who can fix this mess.”

Before either of the officers could respond, the conversation was broken up by the roar of a helicopter passing above. Staring up at the sky, Marco saw the black Police helicopter pass by only a hundred feet above.

Seeing the officers staring upwards as well, Marco knew he had his chance. Throwing his bike aside, he quickly ran past the two shocked officers and slipped past the makeshift barricade in front of him. Running as fast as he could, he slipped over and dodged around a half-dozen parked cars, doing everything in his power to dodge his pursuers.

Then, glancing behind him, he saw the cops hadn’t moved an inch towards him. Instead, they remained behind the barricade, shouting desperately for him to come back.

Looking back towards the mall, Marco was suddenly filled with an intense feeling of foreboding. Slowing down, he gradually began to approach the mall. He was close enough now to see that nearly the entire exterior of the building had been covered in layers of small purple hearts, all clumped together to form warped, pulsating growths.

Marco gulped as memories of Star’s “Mewberty” flashed through his mind. That had been bad enough-but this was completely otherworldly.

Stepping through the first door he could find, Marco found himself on the ground level of a now-abandoned JD Quarter. Discarded bags and clothes covered the floor, and dozens of racks of clothes had been knocked over. Long tendrils of hearts covered the walls and ceiling, and tiny purple flecks gently floated through the air, creating a strange purple haze.

Marco gulped, carefully stepping to avoid the discarded merchandise. For all the chaos, not a single person remained to be seen.

Marco wasn’t sure if that was a good thing.

Walking out of the clothing store, he gasped as he entered the mall foyer. Dozens of thick purple tendrils reached across the air, and the haze of floating hearts was even thicker here.

“St… Star?” Marco called out hesitantly.

Suddenly, a harsh whisper came from behind him. “Buddy, what the heck are you doing?”

 Marco spun around, his heart racing. Out of nowhere, he spotted a man hiding behind a trash can, desperately trying to stay out of sight. “You keep shouting like that, you’re gonna draw them to us! Get out of here, you nut!”

Throwing up his hands defensively, Marco slowly backed away and began walking deeper into the mall. Constantly glancing back and forth, Marco kept looking and listening for any possible sign of Star-but all he could hear was the echoes of his own feet against the stone floor.

Then, rounding a corner, he found himself staring down the barrel of a gun.


“Wait! Wait! Don’t leave me!”

Marco, who’d been a half-second from sprinting away, risked a look back. The gun had already lowered, and its owner, a battered and bruised SWAT officer leaning against a concrete pillar, gestured rapidly to Marco to come over.

“What the heck happened to you?” Marco asked nervously.

“We dropped in an hour ago… we were gonna rescue the hostages.” The man whispered rapidly. “But then we got ambushed… they came out of the walls…. We didn’t have a chance, man!”

“Wait, did you see a girl?” Marco asked. “Six arms, wings, probably flying around?”

The officer nodded. “Yeah, she hit us as we came in. Got Eddie, think she dragged him over to the food court. We were in pursuit when those… things showed up!”

“Wait…” Marco said, his heart beginning to race, “What do you mean by those things?”

Without warning, a purple web struck the officer in the chest, and immediately snapped back. Before Marco or the officer could respond, the man was pulled around the corner screaming.


Marco turned around as quickly as he could. “StarraaaaaaHHHH!”

Instead of Star, what stood before him was an insectoid amalgamation of thousands of purple hearts. Perched on six spindly legs, the creature rustled as another gust of air flowed through it.


Leaping instinctively, Marco barely dodged a sudden blast of webbing from the creature’s ‘mouth’. Running for dear life, Marco saw another two creatures burst out from adjacent stores, each one hissing their unearthly cry. Rolling to avoid a shot from the one on his left, Marco leapt up and delivered a solid kick to his closest assailant. The blow sailed right through the creature’s abdomen, exploding it in a shower of fluttering hearts. But, to Marco’s increasing horror, the hearts rapidly began reforming, each one fluttering as the creature emanated its horrific, rustling howl.



Dodging another web attack, Marco ran for the nearest door he could. Swinging past the ruined storefront of a Pointy Picture, Marco spied a fire door and ran through it at full speed. Slamming it shut behind him, his heart leaped in his chest as he felt dual thumps from impacting webs from the other side. But, despite some worrying creaks and groans, the door held.

Creeping down the hallway, Marco tried to reorient himself. He knew he was getting closer to the food court-both from personal experience, and from the fact that the purple haze of hearts was growing thicker by the minute.

Slipping through the back entrance of a SnapEar’s Cow and Cod, Marco gasped as he saw the scene before him. Hundreds of people-men and women-had been tied up and cocooned within the food court, hanging from the walls and ceiling. Nearly every surface was covered in a thick layer of purple hearts, giving the entire space an eerie, organic feeling. It was a scene, Marco reflected, right out of a science-fiction movie.

And, perched on a table in the middle of the room, was Star, in her Mewberty form-all six arms and two gossamer wings of it.

Instinctively, Marco began to stand up to call to her, but then he noticed something was wrong. When Star had gone into Mewberty previously, she’d been two things-utterly silent, and constantly moving. Now, though, she was perched stock still, and, in a shock to Marco, the sound of crying echoed through the room.

And with that, Marco instinctively knew that this time, surviving Mewberty wouldn’t be so easy as waiting it out.

Edging closer as quickly as he dared, Marco slowly made his way into the food court, hiding behind overturned tables and other debris. His mind racing, he looked constantly around the room, trying to find something, anything that could give him an edge.

Then, he spotted it-Star’s cell phone, lying on the floor not ten feet away.

Crawling forward into the open, Marco made his way to the phone as quickly and quietly as he could. Every inch was agonizing-but fortunately, Star didn’t look his way even once. Grabbing the cell phone, Marco immediately rolled back behind a table, allowing himself to finally resume breathing. Flipping the phone over in his hand, he opened it up and stared at the screen.

It was a picture of him.

On a date with Jackie.

“Oh, no.” he breathed.

The crying suddenly stopped. So, for an instant, did Marco’s heartbeat.

Gulping, he stood up and turned around. Without a sound, Star had risen into the air, and her strange, heart-shaped eyes were fixated on Marco. In addition, dozens of heart-creatures had stormed out of vents and from behind debris, each one pointed directly in Marco’s direction.

Dozens of voices rustled at once. “Boooooy-“

Then, Star raised one of her hands, and the chorus ceased instantly.

“Hi… Star.” Marco said, his heart beating loudly in his chest. “It’s, uh, good to see you.”

Star said nothing.

“I, uh, see you’re in Mewberty again! That’s… cool.” Marco faltered.

Star said nothing. Several of the heart-creatures began to inch closer.

Marco closed his eyes, and breathed in deep.

He knew what he had to do.

“Star… I know what this is about.” He said. “I know how you feel, now. And… I’m sorry.”

Star turned her head quizzically.

Marco stepped forward. “You know Star, I spent years and years going after Jackie, a girl I barely knew. A girl that I saw more as an ideal than a person.”

He took another step. “And you were right there beside me, Star. You never stopped pushing me to go out there, to step forward and tell her how I felt. But that whole time… I never stopped to think about how you felt.”

He continued walking forward, until he was a mere foot away from Star. “You’re the coolest person I know, Star. You’re the best friend a guy could have. And…”

Star slowly floated down to the ground, her eyes utterly transfixed on the man in front of her.

Marco took her hand, and smiled. “I love you, Star Butterfly.”

And, without hesitation, he leaned in and kissed her.

The entire room exploded in a flurry of wind and purple hearts. As the wind howled around the two, Marco broke the kiss, and held Star in a tight embrace.

And, a second later, he felt two arms around him as well.

Looking up, he saw a stream of purple hearts flicking off Star, revealing her normal self behind them. All around them, the heart-creatures dissolved into nothing, and from the remains of the cocoons a crowd of people slowly emerged, dazed and confused but none the worse for wear.

Star looked up at Marco, her eyes full of tears. “I wanted to tell you for so long, but I tried to bottle it up inside, and… I just couldn’t handle it.”

“It’s not your fault, Star.” Marco replied. “I should’ve known. And I would’ve known, if I hadn’t been so wrapped up in everything else.”

“You can say that again.” Janna said, emerging from the nearest cocoon. “At least you got here before the army showed up.”

Marco glanced nervously in the direction of a staggering SWAT officer. “Uh, yeah! By the way, we should definitely get out of here, right now.”

Together, the three quickly made their way out of the food court, heading straight out of the mall. As they entered the parking lot, dozens of people were running across the parking lot, embracing loved ones and breaking down in tears.

Janna whistled as she watched a news helicopter fly past. “Man, you really did a number on this place, Star.”

Star blushed. “Yeah, well, at least it’s not as bad as when my mom went through Mewberty. Dad said he was trapped in the castle for a week!”

Finally, the trio reached the edge of the parking lot. Janna sighed, and stretched. “Well, it’s been fun, but I’ve gotta get home. Seeya tomorrow, Star.”

Together, Marco and Star watched Janna walk away. A second later, Marco realized that the two were still holding hands.

He blushed. “So, uh, how do you want to get home?”

Star grinned. “Oh, I have an idea.”

Letting go of Marco’s hand, she stepped back, closed her eyes, and breathed in deeply. Her cheeks glowed a brilliant white, and before Marco’s eyes a pair of fully-formed Mewberty wings emerged from Star’s back.

Opening her eyes, Star looked back and squeeled happily at the sight. Jumping up and down, she turned to Marco. “Ooooooh I did it! I did it!” Before Marco could react, she grabbed his hand and pulled him tight. “Now, let’s fly!”

And, leaping into the air, the two soared off into the sky, disappearing into the setting sun.

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Prog musicians rated on how scary they are:
  • Keith Emerson: Pretty scary. Probably owns like 30 knives. However, he’s a tiny human being, so how much damage could he really do. Actually a quiet softie, anyway. 7/10
  • Greg Lake: Really tall, bode man. Super handsome. Head is a perfect sphere. Really sweet, but he could fuck you up. 5/10
  • Carl Palmer: At first, you think, this man is a cupcake. He is pure. I would let him watch my children and he’d probably cook me breakfast. Soft. Favourite colours are pink, light blue, and green. But, alas, he has a black belt in karate, and is super sporty. He could fuck you up. 8.5/10
  • Jon Anderson: Literally not scary at all. Only knows love and peace. Hands are soft they are not for fighting. 0/10
  • Chris Squire: Wouldn’t hurt a fly, but could he? I don’t know my guy have you seen his yaoi hands? Looks intimidating for the tall stagnant factor, but is a gentle giant, literally. 6/10
  • Bill Bruford: Fueled by coffee and anger. Could kill a man. Probably has. Don’t make him angry. Run. 9/10
  • Rick Wakeman: Looks potentially dangerous, but is pretty fucking chill. Only maybe vocally scary, but he loves people too much to cause too much harm. He’s just really tall and that makes anyone look like a threat. 7/10
  • Steve Howe: This one is up to interpretation. Steve is very small and very vegan. He literally does yoga every fucking day and never gets sick, but he’s almost very quiet. That usually means very biting but silent anger. That alone is pretty fucking scary. 6(?)/10
  • Alan White: What the fuck! He doesn’t even fit here. What the fuck. Is a drummer though. Has good arms. Only for cuddling though. -10/10
  • Tony Kaye: Has anyone ever seen him smile? Does he know how to? I don’t know what’s going on in his mind, but can we really trust it? Risky. 7/10
  • Peter Banks: Who fucking knows. Is he even real. ??/10
  • Geoff Downes: Spends every waking moment looking like he’s ready to fuck. Doesn’t do anything else. 1/10
  • Trevor Rabin: Literally a goofball with zero chill. Tall as heck. 5.5/10
  • Trevor Horn: This is a man who is pure. He is soft. I hope he’s having a great day. 0/10
  • Mike Rutherford: Was labeled a “bad boy” but we all know that’s a lie. Is the human embodiment of a golden retriever. He only looks scary because he’s a tall bassist/guitarist but don’t let that fool you. He only knows chill. 1/10
  • Tony Banks: Is really grumpy and most of the time that’s true.Probably really good at insults but not physical fighting. Just kinda always has a stick up his ass but not much else. But he will totally roast you and make you cry. 6/10
  • Peter Gabriel: Probably one of the quietest, domestic beings to ever exist. Yet he’s very staunch about human rights and almost went bankrupt for it. Looks fear in the eye. Don’t underestimate his soft exterior and chubby cheeks. He’s not a physical fighter but he could still probably fuck you up somehow. 6/10
  • Phil Collins: He’s like two inches tall. Every album he ever put out has his face on it, though, and that’s a man of confidence. He could fuck you up. 5/10
  • Steve Hackett: I’m very wary of Steve Hackett. He’s quiet, but y’know you gotta watch out for the quiet ones. He may or may not be thinking some deadly thoughts. He’s the guy you see every day at work, but he never talks to anyone, and everyone forgets he’s there, but he’s actually the one who’s been exchanging the ground coffee for dirt. Not trustworthy. 8/10
  • Brian Eno: Who fucking knows what’s going on with him. Is he thinking about dandelions or murder? Who knows. 7/10
  • Robert Fripp: Scary as all fuck. Told Bill Bruford’s kids he’d drink their blood. Who the fuck does that? Then again you could probably fight him off pretty easily. But you wouldn’t, because you’d shit your pants before you get near. He just looks really terrifying. 10/10
  • John Wetton: This is a beefy man. He always looks ready to fight, but hides it under a layer of casual charm. A deadly force. Do not reckon with him. 8/10
  • David Cross: He’s just a soft pile of fluffy hair and spiffy suits. Just let him play his violin. He means no harm. 2/10
  • Todd Rundgren: Todd is a hit and miss. 1960’s Todd looks like you could snap him in half. I mean, any Todd looks like that, but 70’s Todd and on looks like he could totally fight back. He may not look it, but he has muscle, and have you seen his hands? Bear paws. 7/10
  • Kasim Sulton: Looks like a fucking baby, but is from New York, so that’s some degree of toughness there. He’s probably only really fought anyone in self defense. He’s too sweet to actively want to hurt someone. 3/10
  • Steve Winwood: Has probably never even yelled in his life. He’s too small; one punch would render him useless. Also he doesn’t have an appendix anymore so he’s like down to 98% Steve Winwood. Just wants to play music, leave him alone. 0/10
  • Kate Bush: This woman is not afraid to stand on the burning bones of her enemies. She would probably fucking deck you if you catcalled her. Outwardly, she’s a beautiful princess, but inwardly, don’t mess with Kate. Don’t mess with Mom. 10/10
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the-dreaming-me asked: It’s like a story between good friends (who constantly bully each other by calling each other names) but at the same time, they are secretly in love with each other and Just Music peeps will insist that Giriboy and OC should date and add up to the tension that they feel. Something to that effect. :) I hope this helps. If you need more prompt, please tell me :)

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    “Hey, how’s it going in here?” you asked, stepping through the open door of Siyoung’s studio.

    “Pretty good until a certain person showed up to distract me,” he said playfully.

    “Geez,” you muttered, pretending to be annoyed. “I’m gonna go hang out with Dongyeol; he’s not a jerk like you.”

    “Hey, hold on!” Siyoung said. “I’m just kidding, dude. Don’t leave!”

    “I know,” you said, laughing. “Someday I really am gonna just leave though, just to piss you off.”

    “But you just told me you’re gonna do it, so now I’ll know what’s going on,” he pointed out.

    “Shit, you’re right,” you said, sitting down in the chair next to his. “Hmm… Well, I’ll find some way to make you mad.”

    “Really all you have to do is walk in; that does the trick,” he teased and you reached over to swat him.


    “Loser,” he shot back with a wink.

    Just then you heard Dongyeol’s voice come through the door. “Wow, you two are weird. Maybe someday I’ll be able to tell if you’re enemies or an old married couple… But probably not.”

    You and Siyoung both laughed. “We got in a brawl in kindergarten a couple times,” you said and Dongyeol chuckled.


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DramaPeda cast in Shimokitazawa (screencap translations) PART 2

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Again, my translations are very loose so if there are questions/suggestions/corrections about this translation post, please tell us! :D 

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anonymous asked:

first off I love your writing. May I request: the gang talking about yusuke following Ann, and Ann 'seducing' him for shits and giggles not knowing yutaba like each other / are sort of a thing?

Sounds like a fun prompt! I’ll give it a shot. Also, I’m sorry this took so long, I made my monthly DVD purchase to add to my animation collection and this time around it was one my parents had wanted to see for a while. But I’m back here to give the prompts their fair shot! 

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gemlapidot  asked:

Hey dude, how are things going? I saw that really mean ask of this stupid jerk who thinks he can call you one, like what the heck. Sometimes you shout or something but isn't that what brothers do? I fight my little brother all the time but we know we love each other. That person really needs to shut up

Yeah, we can have our odd moments. Where we all like bicker and stuff. But like you said, What siblings do! I am no way a bully or purposelessly mean to my Bro’s! They can give as good as they get man.

Airports at 3 am are the most liminal of spaces.

Time isn’t real. Everything is transient, ethereal, weird. How long has that man been sleeping there, waiting for his flight? No one knows. We wander from threshold through threshold to another threshold. Everything is a gate. Always arriving to depart, departing to arrive.

Purgatory is an airport at 3 am, I’m certain.

What even is life at 3 am?! I was not built for this. Where is my bed? Sleep, you vexing vixen, why do you flit and flee from my reach?

(What the heck am I even saying? 😳)

Imagine flirting with a guy at a bar and Dean getting jealous by it.

You and the boys were finally done with the last hunt, at first it looked like a quick salt and burn, but it turned out as one of the hardest hunt you’ve ever had. 

Wanting to celebrate, you all went to a small but nice bar, it wasn’t crowdy, nor too deserted, but your eyes suddendly decided to lock with intense blue eyes.

After exchanging a few looks with who you supposed was the bartender, you decided to go grab a few more beers for the guys, using that as a chance to finally talk to that hottie.

“Where is she going?” Dean asked Sam.

“She’s prolly gonna get us some more beers.” Sam replied.

“Well… That” Dean said, pointing to you and the bartender  “doesn’t look like ‘getting beers’ to me” he sighed, his eyebrows furrowing.

“Maybe she finally got the chance to blow off some steam with a guy… We both know she’s been researching like crazy to get this hunt done, so she kind of deserves it”

“And you think she should blow off steam screwing with a random guy?! You going nuts Sammy?! What the hell!” Dean all but shouted, eyes still locked to were you where standing.

“Dude, relax okay? It’s not my fault if you don’t have the guts to go talk to her and tell her how you feel. Can’t help ya. Just… let her live the moment, you’ve done that hundredth of times Dean” Sam said, his eyes rolling.

“Whatever, Imma go talk to her right. Fucking. Now” Dean emphasized the last three words. He really couldn’t stand the way you were touching that idiot’s arm, throwing your head back at his stupid ( and not even funny ) jokes. He needed to do something. So he stormed directly to where you were and took your arm, grabbing it tightly.

“Dude, what are you even doing? We were having some conversation here” the blue eyed man stated.

“Well, my girl needs to get home like right now. So shut your hole and go screw with some whore out there, because I’m telling you man, you see this girl” Dean said, hugging you tightly to him, so you couldn’t escape from his arms “She’s not some girl you’re used to hang around with, so now if you excuse us” he finished, heading towards the bar’s door.

“Dean!” you shouted “Stop it! What the heck happened back there? Have you had too much alcohol?” you said, stopping right in front of him.


“You what Dean? Why don’t you let me have my moment after all the crap we’ve been seeing? Why can’t I enjoy a one night stand for God’s sake? Why can you fuck whoever the hell you want to and then screwing them senseless and I can’t?” You yelled “Look at me Dean.”

“Wanna  know the truth? Fine. I fucking hate you having sex with somebody you don’t even know and who’s gonna take advantage of you by getting your ass drunk? I care about you and I don’t want some son of a bitch breaking your heart, you understand me?” he explained, almost shouting.

“Dean, I don’t do that to you, so please, have some respect and let me enjoy the night” you stated, turning on your heels, headed towards the bar’s entry when you felt a hang grabbing your arm again, and suddendly, Dean’s lips were on yours, a long, tender kiss, tongues fighting for dominance, until you both ran out of breath.

“Y/N, please forgive me, I just- I love you so much, it’s not a brotherly thing anymore, hell, it has never been. Please say you won’t walk away from me, ever” he whispered, his eyes welling up with tears.

“Dean, you should’ve told me all of this earlier, you idiot” You laughed “I love you too, always had, and I’m never gonna leave you nor Sammy, got it?”

“Yeah, got it, now kiss me again sweetheart” he said, licking his lips.

“As you wish babe” and you kissed again.

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anonymous asked:

a). Yes, yes, and yes to everything you said about Damon, Defan, De! I'm sorry this may be a long post. I've heard people say it's because he loves Elena so much that he does these things, no Damon doesn't love Elena. I really want people to get this Damon doesn't know how to love, he doesn't know what real love is. If you love someone you don't hurt their friends and family when the person you supposedly love does something to hurt your feelings. Again and again Damon has proven he doesn't

“Yes, yes, and yes to everything you said about Damon, Defan, De! I’m sorry this may be a long post. I’ve heard people say it’s because he loves Elena so much that he does these things, no Damon doesn’t love Elena. I really want people to get this Damon doesn’t know how to love, he doesn’t know what real love is. If you love someone you don’t hurt their friends and family when the person you supposedly love does something to hurt your feelings. Again and again Damon has proven he doesn’t love Elena. If he did he wouldn’t have done the things he did in the first place. His version of ‘love’ is screwed up because of his experiences with his parents and Katherine. That’s why for years I’ve wanted character development for Damon. If you want us to believe in this so called ‘epic’ love that DE have then Damon’s going to need a transformation. (i.e. Grow the heck up!) Although imo if Damon does I think he would move on from his relationship with Elena because they wouldn’t fit. anymore. Which is exactly what should happen but we know it won’t so… As far as the stone goes I haven’t heard anything about Stefan’s experience I think they are focusing on Damon because of what he has to do to get out. (It’s been spoiled and believe me you are going to roll your eyes) Warning: be ready for more man pain in real time. I’m wondering how many episodes they are going to drag it instead of showing Stefan. I am so sick of Damon’s whiny pathetic man pain, we don’t need more.“

Hey, anon!  Thanks for writing in! This is going to be a LONG response, lol, so settle in.

OK here is one of the many issues surrounding Damon and Elena. The way Damon feels about Elena isn’t unique to her. He spent over a century pining for Katherine and was willing to kill and manipulate anyone and everyone who got in his way when it came to getting her back. He attacks Bonnie because Emily possesses her and destroys the crystal that could get him into the tomb; he tries to team up with Logan so he can get into the tomb; he force-feeds Elena his blood so Stefan can give him the grimoire to get him into the tomb. Or he turns Vicki because he’s thinking about Katherine and he’s in feels.

And he does things like that with Elena. He kills Aaron because he thinks she broke up with him; he chokes Matt (or was it Tyler?) with chains because he wants Jeremy to let him out so he can go to Elena etc. etc.

So when the show packages the feelings he has for Elena as something specific to her, I sit there like but it’s not, though. Season 1 was all about how Damon would do anything to get Katherine back — it’s not like Elena awakened in Damon the capacity to feel because he’d been feeling and waiting for Katherine for over 100 years. So when Stefan and Damon have that exchange in 2x01 when Stefan goes on and on about how Damon feels something for Elena and he won’t let Katherine come in and destroy that part of him, I’m sitting there like but that part of him was NEVER destroyed! Damon’s problem is that he can’t handle what he feels so he kills people because it’s easier than dealing with his shit. If anything it was Stefan who was unwilling to feel, unwilling to be vulnerable and let someone in and meeting Elena forced him to do that:

And the other issue with Damon and Elena which is entwined with the first issue is that Damon actually just transplanted his obsession with Katherine onto Elena. He can’t even bear to see her dressed in old-fashioned clothes because it reminds him too much of Katherine.

Elena was the Katherine that he always wanted because what exactly is it about Elena that Damon falls in love with?

When Stefan discusses Elena and Katherine, there are clear distinctions in what he feels for each woman; he speaks of Katherine, he speaks of her beauty, of her penchant for having a good time, of her laugh. When he speaks about how he felt about her, it’s this need to “have” her, this want that obliterates all of his selfless tendencies because he just HAS to be with her. But when he talks about Elena: “Elena is warm and she’s kind and she’s caring and she’s selfless and it’s real and honestly when I’m around her I completely forget what I am”, “I met a girl and we talked. It was epic…” What he feels for Elena is grounded and it’s emotional and it’s kindling and it’s intimate. It’s a very different love.

But with Damon … he falls for Elena because she is a woman who essentially takes a chance on him, his love for her is rooted in her investment in him:

which is why in season 4 he wasn’t too pressed about her having no humanity, he wasn’t too pressed about her getting the cure until he realized she wasn’t fawning over him anymore. She seduced him and teamed up with Rebekah who snapped his neck and they stole his car and after that he referred to Elena as a “bitch”.

And with Delena it’s always “getting the girl”, she’s a target for Damon, she’s a representation, a symbol. 

So it’s actually not really a relationship, it’s therapy for Damon and furthermore it’s therapy that isn’t working because you have this:

and this

How can it be that DE is a relationship in which Damon is redeemed when feeling what he feels for Elena leads to him attacking Andie or killing Jessica or killing Aaron or snapping Jeremy’s neck or kidnapping Jeremy or crushing Matt’s windpipe? How can it be love when those feelings compel him to hurt people? And how can the show justify Elena loving him back considering all that carnage and considering that as Stefan mentioned Elena is meant to be “warm and kind and caring and selfless”? And they don’t because really, Delena isn’t about Elena or about what Damon does for Elena (which is honestly, truly nothing) or about it being a symbiotic dynamic, it’s about Damon finally “getting the girl” and it’s like …

I agree that if Damon were allowed to grow as a character, he wouldn’t be with Elena, he wouldn’t need to be because his sense of redemption and morality wouldn’t be symbolized in her and the fact that she’s meant to be an embodiment of his better nature is the only reason why they’re together in the first place. And in the beginning of season 6, you can sort of see that Damon has outgrown his need for Elena and you see the show redirect him to it. When I was into Bamon, I shipped them because a) Ian and Kat have incredible chemistry b) Damon actually grows with Bonnie when the show doesn’t hinder it and it’s because Bamon was a relationship that was based in a respect, it was a begrudging respect but it was there. In fact, I don’t think Damon respected anyone on the show but Bonnie, which is why originally there was prickliness there because she demanded his best behaviour by not excusing him or coddling him and I think he resented that and yet appreciated that because he grows to care for her, “Careful, Damon, I might think you actually care…” and in season 1 and in season 2 he would thank her whenever she helped him and you could tell that he meant it and he respected her enough to say it because when did Damon ever say thank you to anyone on the show? (Except for Elena). and in the prison world, you know, when Kai shoots Bonnie with the arrow and Damon has a choice between the ascendant and saving Bonnie, he chooses Bonnie.  So he grows with Bonnie (of course the issue with that is that Bamon is still inherently about Damon and about what Bonnie can do for Damon and make Damon better).

Which leads to my final point; every relationship Damon has is always ultimately about Damon because the show refuses to make him grow up on his own, the show refuses to really make him pay for what he’s done i.e. have the other characters abandon him so he can figure his shit out and feel the loss of having no one and being confronted with his man-childness and so because of that, the show will drag out Damon’s man pain and centre everything around it and call it “development.”