Just An Experiment. Reblog If You Actually Give A Fuck About Male Victims Of Domestic Violence And Rape.

Okay, this is the first rant I have ever done but I really wanted to get this off my chest. If you don’t like rants then I suggest not reading what’s under the cut but for those who do, here you go. Please don’t take offense to anything said here, I’m not trying to attack anyone I just really felt the need to share what I was feeling.

I’m sick and tired of all the prince hate in this community. It’s so sad to see that for so many of us here the other three can virtually “do no wrong” meanwhile barely anyone complains when negative things are said about Roman. None of the sides are perfect, they represent the human mind after all and they have lots of flaws. I love all four of them don’t get me wrong, but it’s a good thing to be able to admit a character you love isn’t perfect. That doesn’t mean I love them any less than someone who does think they’re perfect. Anyways back to the Roman thing, It upsets me that so many people dislike him but then get mad when stuff is said about the other three, why not treat them all equally? They are all equally flawed and all equally likable but yet Roman is stuck as the least favorite, and that’s just sad. When you call out Roman you should be allowed and able to call out Patton, Virgil, and Logan too. When you say good things about the sides you should be able to do the same for Roman. I’m not saying you have to like Roman if you don’t then that’s sad but no one can make you like him. It just seems like most everyone in this community holds the others to a higher caliber than him just because he has made mistakes. Sure he has some less than favorable qualities but surprise! So does Virgil, so does Patton and so does Logan. Why? Because they aren’t perfect. They are all representations of Thomas’ personality and thought process and here’s another shocker, Thomas isn’t perfect either. He has said this many times, he’s a human being with flaws just like everyone else. None of us are perfect but sometimes we like to believe people we’re a fan of are, which isn’t true ever. That’s something I really admire about him, that he doesn’t allow, or at least tries not to allow people to think he’s a perfect person who can do no wrong and put him up on this huge pedestal. That is something I think a lot of other people in the media should do, and it’s something we need to apply when thinking about the sides. They are made up characters but as I said they are very flawed. Don’t put any of them up on a pedestal and think they are perfect because once again they aren’t and never will be.

Let people criticize things the other sides do. If someone says something bad about Patton, Virgil or Logan, don’t get angry. Don’t attack them and don’t be passive aggressive and rude. Let people have different opinions. Just because someone doesn’t agree with you or think the same way as you doesn’t mean they deserve to be treated badly. You wouldn’t want them to treat you bad for not agreeing with them right?

People are always going to have different opinions, but we are a mostly very positive and loving community, so I know we can all live in peace with our opinions, or at the very least try to.

Logan and Roman walk into room holding hands.

Patton: So who finally confessed?

Roman: *with a proud smile* It was me. I made sure it was short and sweet.

Logan: You yelled, “Listen here, you little shit, I have feelings for you and it’s about time you acknowledged them” from the roof.

Roman: It worked though.

I’m Gay - Eugene Lee Yang

Basically I’m Gay

Eddie can’t sleep with all the snoring. He should’ve taken Steve’s guest room when he had the chance but Eddie apparently is an affectionate drunk. He didn’t protest when Steve and Robin lead him to Steve’s bedroom and the three had just collapsed onto the bed together.

Now Steve is snoring like a fucking chainsaw. How can he be expected to sleep in these conditions? Hey, at least Eddie’s found one thing he finds undesirable in Steve. It was beginning to be too much— the constant barrage of butterflies in his stomach whenever Steve did completely normal, swoon worthy things. But Steve snoring like a faulty boat motor? No butterflies. Problem solved.

But Eddie’s still mad that he can’t sleep. He flops around angrily to glare at Steve’s slumbering form and— the dude is on his back, wide awake and blinking up at the ceiling. Now Steve’s back to being stupid perfect and that just makes Eddie more mad.

“What the fuck,” he whisper-shouts in the dark. Steve, fucking glowing in the eerie blue-tinted light spilling in through the window, just turns to him and shrugs.

Eddie props himself up on his elbows and peers over him at Robin— who is twisted up in a blanket, dead to the world and making enough noise to scare away a wild demogorgan probably.

“Does this happen often?” He asks Steve.

“Only when she’s drunk, and you don’t need to whisper, no way you can wake her up now,”

“Oh,” Eddie flops back down on his stomach making a mournful noise. “Goodbye sleep, you will be missed,” Steve turns to Eddie, curling up onto his side until his face was so close to Eddie’s that their noses almost touch.

“I can think of other ways to pass time,” Steve practically purrs. Eddie barely hears him past the blood roaring in his ears.

“L-like what?” He tries and fails to keep his own voice steady. If Steve making eyes at him from a distance are dangerous then those eyes in this proximity are deadly. Eddie discreetly pinches himself to keep him from doing something stupid. Like closing the gap between their lips.

“Like—” Steve pulls himself up and, holyfuckingshit, plants a knee on either side of Eddie’s hips. Eddie doesn’t have an exact number for the times his dream had started exactly like this. Steve on his hands and knees, hovering over Eddie.

This is happening. Is this happening? With Robin right there beside them? Actually Eddie doesn’t care about that part but is it happening?

Then Steve moves again, gets off Eddie and slides off the bed like he didn’t nearly just send the man into cardiac arrest. “We could go watch a movie?” The fucker smirks at him like he knows exactly what he just did to Eddie. Get it together, Munson.

Eddie ends up following Steve downstairs like a love sick puppy anyways. Even lets him pick a cheesy musical to watch. When Eddie finally starts to drift off to slumberland, he feels a strong pair of arms pulling him into a warm chest. And the last thing Eddie thinks of before fully succumbing to sleep is that maybe he might have a chance with Steve after all.

Me: I'm not really into this fetish

Internet: *adds hypnosis*

Me: ...give me everything you got

Writing Advice: it doesn’t matter if an idea has been done before. It’s never been done by you. So long as you do it well, and in your own way, it’s a wonderful contribution.

A Wild,“New Years” Thomas Appears!

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