Yoongi's Evil Clone, Pointing At Yoongi: Shoot Him! He's The Clone

I still just cannot believe they made Fred obsessed with portraying Toxic Masculinity in the Velma show.

Fred?

‘Ascot wearing’ Fred?

‘Metrosexual icon’ Fred?

‘Cried openly during the goodbye scene in Alien Invaders’ Fred?

‘Drinks his respect women juice daily’ Fred?

‘Unapologetically affectionate with Shaggy’ Fred?

That Fred? Obsessed with Toxic Masculinity? The audacity. The gall. The clownery.

it wouldn't be that bad if i did it, right?? it should be fine

Rape

If rape was about how revealing their clothes were, rape rates would quadruple during the summer.

But they don’t.

If rape was about how much sex someone’s had in the past, then virgins wouldn’t get raped.

But they do.

If rape was about how attractive a person was by conventional standards, then only thin, white, abled people would get raped.

But they don’t.

If rape was about how much they drank, then sober people wouldn’t get raped.

But they do.

Rape is not the victims fault.

The Losers’ Club

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Just so you know, I’m not good at comforting people. I’ve only been comforted. I haven’t done it myself… I’m just saying.

Me *is a couple years older than the kids from It/ is the same age*

Also me *calls them ‘my children’*

hawkins heroes, 1986

lucemond fanfic in progress (sorta)

TW: Gorey details, Major Character Death

"Are you tormented by the memories?" Lucerys whispers from the end of the bed, "Do you remember all the ways I've harmed you but still realize it was not worth it?"

"Stop talking! I hate you!" Aemond yells out. 'He's not real, he's not there, he deserved it, you wanted to do it.' He tries to tell himself. To put himself in control.

"Hated. You hated me. You despised me really. I was the object of your ire. I was everything that you hated. But it's all gone now. I'm gone, I'm dead. You killed me." Lucerys states, moving closer to Aemond.

Aemond finally looks at him, looks at what he has done. Lucerys doesn't look like a ghost, he looks real. And dead. Aemond can hear the water drip onto the floor where Lucerys is standing. Or is that blood?

There is no way of knowing, nothing is hitting the ground even though Aemond is following the drops and hearing them hit, it disappears right before his eyes.

"I am dead, Uncle. You should happier than ever. You got my eye, the eye you've always wanted, the eye you were owed." Lucerys says as he gets right in front of Aemond, standing directly next to where he is sitting in bed.

Aemond can see him more clearly now, see his face. He is missing an eye but he also seems to be missing almost half of his face. Where the right side of his face should be is shredded up flesh and a gaping whole where his eye and brow bone should be. Blood is pouring down his face onto his clothes and the floor. Aemond just stares at the hole and listens to the dripping of blood on the floor.

The dripping gets louder and louder by the second.

"I am sorry that I wasn't able to give it you. I wasn't in the position to give it you. I'm sure you can check to see if Vhagar has it, maybe it got stuck between her teeth." Lucerys says, smiling at the end. Aemond would be upset if he wasn't distracted with the dead boy standing in front of him.

"What do you want Lucerys?" Aemond says, turning his gaze to the rest of Lucerys' body, hoping to forget about the gaping hole staring at him. He does not find that comfort. He is faced with Lucerys' bloody stump of an arm. His forearm is gone, ripped to shreds and the blood pouring onto the ground.

Aemond stares at the blood as it hits the ground and disappears.

"I just wanted to see how you were doing Uncle. Did you miss me? I've seem to be the only thing on your mind as of late, so I thought why not and surprise you. Give your mind a little break on how I might be doing." Lucerys states, smirking down at Aemond.

"I look a lot worse than you could've imagined right? What were you thinking? That I was ripped to shreds, like Arrax?" Lucerys asks. Aemond looks at him, staring at the harm he has caused him.

Suddenly becoming enraged, Lucerys spits out "Or were you hoping that I didn't suffer? That I fell to my death, unscathed, after your war dragon chewed me up and spit me out? Is that what you were hoping for uncle? Is that what you were praying to your false gods for?"

The way Percy “loyalty is my fatal flaw” Jackson didn’t even FINISH hearing out Medusa. He heard “betray-” and fucking bolted like omfg THIS is my Percy no one’s doing it like him