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weemssapphic · 9 months

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Hello🌺 i'm just here to say that we need more of your accidental voyeurism fics, they are soooo good, please can you write another one?🥺

Maybe Larissa has a huge crush on y/n (y/n feels the same) but she doesn't want to let it show so she act like she can't stand her by always fighting with her about everything and never agreeing with her on anything. And when they fight, there is always a lot of sexual tension between them, of course they don't talk about it. So now they're fighting about another stupid thing and y/n get out of Larissa's office slamming the door shut. Then Larissa is alone and she never felt so aroused before and she "can't" do nothing about it. But for whatever reason, y/n comes back and in her angry state, she forgets to knock and then she sees something she never thought she would see?

You don't have to use this idea, or if you use it, you can change or add whatever you want. Use all the kinks you want, i don't mind that at all💋

A/N: thank you for the request! I combined it a little with another request that I had for accidental voyeurism as well. It ended up not getting very kinky or anything because I felt like it didn't feel very natural otherwise, but I do hope you enjoy it <3

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Larissa Weems x f!reader

Words: ~4.1k | ao3 link in title

Content/warnings: unhealthy power dynamic, hurt/comfort, nsfw (smut) - accidental voyeurism, masturbation, cunnilingus, vaginal fingering (Larissa receiving) * MINORS DNI

“Why are you constantly undermining me?” Your voice echoed off the walls of Larissa’s office as it slowly rose in volume. Arguments between you and Larissa were commonplace since you’d gotten hired - you didn’t know why, but the principal seemed to have it out for you since day one, so much so that you often asked yourself why she’d even hired you in the first place. The arguments were only getting worse as time went on, and today was no different.

“I haven’t the faintest clue what you’re referring to,” Larissa replied coolly. She was able to keep her voice level, but her face showed every bit of the annoyance she was feeling.

“You know damn well what I’m talking about! I haven’t heard about you going into any other teacher’s classroom and belittling them in front of their students.”

“I haven’t belittled you. However, if I see something I disagree with, I have to voice my concerns. And that goes for all of my staff.” Larissa raised an eyebrow in challenge.

You sighed in frustration, pinching the bridge of your nose. You had to collect yourself, lest you say something that could cost you your job. Despite constantly being in Larissa’s line of fire, you did love your job. You were also in love with Larissa - even though it seemed she couldn’t stand you. But there was something about her that drew you in, like a moth to a flame - a certain energy about her that you just couldn’t resist, no matter how heated the arguments between the two of you got.

“So you think the best opportunity to ‘voice your concerns’ is in the middle of my lesson?” you replied, your voice shaking with anger.

“Are you challenging my authority, Ms. Y/L/N?” Larissa took a step closer to you - she was practically towering over you now, using her height to her advantage. Something about the way she loomed over you turned you on immensely, and that made you even angrier - mostly with yourself.

Larissa’s lip twitched as she glared down at you. You could have sworn her gaze had briefly landed on your lips, but you weren’t sure - now, she was staring daggers into your eyes instead. Her own eyes were so piercing, so blue, that you had to look away. You could feel your arousal growing as her hot breath washed over your face - a blush began to form on your cheeks, and you didn’t know how much longer you could stand to be in her presence before you would lean in to kiss her senseless.

“You know what, forget it. Do whatever you want - you’re the boss, after all! I have better things to do than argue with you.” You turned on your heel and stormed out of Larissa’s office before she could get another word in, slamming the door behind you with as much force as you could muster.

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Larissa stood at the center of her office, her heart racing and her underwear drenched - arguments with you always managed to leave her flustered and aroused. Her stomach clenched a bit as you slammed the door - she hated that you seemed to despise her so much, but it was her own fault, really.

She’d realized her attraction to you soon after she’d hired you - the way she would get butterflies in her stomach and her heart would flutter madly whenever she’d interact with you, the way she seemed unable to keep her eyes off of you whenever you were in the room.

At first, she tried to befriend you, to treat you as family as she did the rest of her staff - but her heart would ache whenever she interacted with you and she realized she couldn’t have you. She couldn’t risk ruining your professional relationship, not when you were one of the best teachers she’d ever hired. So she had to reign in her emotions, be professional, perhaps a little cold - and, perhaps, she’d taken it a bit too far.

With a frustrated groan, Larissa stalked back to her desk and sat down, shifting uncomfortably as her damp panties rubbed against the inside of her thigh. You just looked so hot when you argued with her - you were usually more on the gentle, soft-spoken side when interacting with colleagues and particularly students, but seeing you become aggressive and dominant was something that turned Larissa on more than she cared to admit.

She frequently imagined you bringing that rough energy to the bedroom, fucking her senseless, telling her what a filthy slut she was as you pounded into her until she was no longer able to speak properly. Even now, she pictured you pushing her roughly into the desk, your mouth claiming hers, your nails digging into her skin…

With her workday over and more sexual frustration than she knew what to do with, Larissa didn’t bother to go back to her quarters as she hiked up her skirt until it bunched at her hips, cupping her sex over her underwear. A soft groan escaped her lips when she bucked up into her palm, her eyes fluttering closed as she began to grind her pussy into her hand.

She could feel her panties grow even damper as her wetness soaked through the thin cotton, and she slowly pulled them to the side in order to tease her folds with the tip of her finger, smearing her arousal across her clit and letting out a guttural moan. Slowly, she slipped a finger inside of herself, imagining it was yours, that you were above her, watching her as she lost herself in pleasure - so lost that she didn’t hear the creak of her office door opening again.

“Principal Weems?”

Larissa felt her heart drop into her stomach.

~~~

There was a nagging feeling in the pit of your stomach as you stormed out of Larissa’s office and back to your quarters. Your fights with Larissa were only getting more intense - and more trivial - as time went on, and it was starting to weigh on you.

You were halfway back to your quarters when you decided you were going to turn around and face her again - and this time, you wouldn’t back down. You’d get your answers - you’d find out why she hated you so much, once and for all.

Larissa was sitting behind her desk when you entered her office - you didn’t bother knocking, intending to catch her off guard and start interrogating her, but something about her expression made you pause. Her eyes were closed and there was a little crease between her brows, but there was a distinct rosy tinge to her cheeks and her lips were parted. Your gaze wandered lower and you felt your heart begin to hammer in your chest - you couldn’t see what was going on beneath her desk, but the way Larissa’s arm moved, the way she slumped down in her seat… Then she let out a loud moan and you realized exactly what you’d walked into.

It was a mesmerizing sight, the tall blonde fucking herself at her desk. You could see her start to pick up her pace, and you clenched your thighs together when she tilted her head back a bit, baring more of her throat towards you. At once, the anger drained from your body, replaced by pure lust.

You knew you should have turned around and left, but your mouth worked faster than your legs and you found yourself calling out her name, watching her eyes fly open and her face turn red as a tomato as her gaze locked onto yours.

She seemed speechless for a moment, frozen in time, before she pulled her hand out from between her legs and rushed to smooth her skirt. She was obviously flustered, her eyes darting about the room as she tried to subtly wipe her fingers - fingers that had been buried knuckle-deep in her cunt seconds prior - on the leather seat of her chair.

“Is there a reason you decided to barge into my office without knocking?” she asked coldly, though her voice was much more gravelly than usual, and her cheeks were still blazing.

“Larissa, I…” You were, truly, at a loss for words. Before you knew what you were doing, your feet were carrying you towards Larissa’s desk. Her eyes widened as you approached and she swallowed visibly when you stopped next to her.

You swiveled her chair around to face you and placed your hands on the armrests, boxing her in as your face stopped inches away from hers. Glancing down, you could see that her skirt was still bunched up a bit around her thighs, that her fingers - which she twisted nervously in her lap - were still glistening slightly. She pressed her thighs together and you smirked, looking up into her eyes.

“Am I correct in assuming our little argument made you just as wet as it made me?” you teased, watching Larissa’s pupils dilate. She didn’t answer - she seemed to be holding her breath. “Oh, so now we’re speechless, hmm?”

The thought of your boss, who never seemed to be at a loss for words and usually had no shortage of clever quips to throw at you, being a speechless mess for you had started an almost painful throbbing between your legs. You leaned in closer, your gaze honed in on plump, pillowy red lips - Larissa’s eyes wildly searched your face, nearly going cross-eyed as you came closer and closer.

“Do you want this?” you murmured, your breath washing over Larissa’s lips and sending a visible shiver down her spine. “Do you want me?”

Larissa let out a shaky breath, her voice hoarse as she tried to reply. “I… I don’t know if we…”

“Oh, Larissa, don’t get all flustered now, as if you didn’t just have your hand up your skirt because of me.”

Larissa bit her lip, a strangled whimper clawing its way out of her throat at the sound of her first name dripping from your lips like honey. “That… was very unprofessional of me, I-I’m sorry,” she whispered, unable to look you in the eyes.

You hooked a finger under her chin, guiding her to meet your gaze. The action caused her breath to hitch audibly in her chest and you grinned in response. “I didn’t ask if it was professional… I asked if you wanted it.”

Seconds felt like minutes as Larissa’s gaze penetrated yours, clearly waging an internal war. When she finally replied, her voice was barely above a hoarse whisper - if you hadn’t been staring intently at her lips, you might have missed it entirely. “Yes…”

You crashed your lips into Larissa’s with unmatched ferocity as an insatiable hunger was set loose within you. Larissa hesitated at first, but soon she was melting into your kiss, allowing you to lick into her mouth and swirl your tongue around hers. Your hands came up to cup Larissa’s face, sliding into her hair and completely dislodging her pristine updo - Larissa groaned into your mouth as you pulled out some of the pins and scratched at her scalp.

Pulling back, you couldn’t help but grin at the messy sight before you - Larissa’s lipstick was smudged over her chin and nose, half of her platinum curls fell in a tangled mess onto her shoulders. Her breathing was labored and her cheeks were flushed, and she watched you with blown pupils as you cleared off her desk.

“I want you to take your skirt off and hop up on your desk for me.”

You half expected Larissa to argue with you - that’s what she always seemed to do, after all. Instead, she complied - and rather quickly at that, tugging her skirt over her hips and allowing it to pool at her feet before sitting gingerly on the edge of her desk.

“Good girl,” you purred, directly into her ear - your breath washed over the side of her neck and left a trail of goosebumps on the pale skin. Your words had the desired effect - out of the corner of your eye, you saw Larissa clench her thighs together and shift her hips slightly.

Placing your hands on her knees, you spread her legs, your eyes dropping to the wet patch at the center of her underwear. You knelt down in front of her, licking Larissa’s cunt over the panties and pausing to place a kiss to her covered clit. She let out a whimper and you could feel her thighs tremble on either side of your head.

“I need you to tell me what you want.” Your voice was low as your fingers toyed with the waistband of her underwear, looking up at her through your lashes. Her eyes darted between your own, her lips parted to let out shallow breaths. As if in shame, she closed her eyes.

“I want you to fuck me,” she breathed out.

“There, that wasn’t so hard.”

You grinned as you tugged the panties down over her hips, pulling them slowly down mile-long legs and pressing soft kisses down one leg until reaching her ankle, then switching to the other leg and kissing up the inside of her calf, her knee, her thigh.

Larissa squirmed impatiently beneath you when you reached her inner thigh, hissing in pain as you bit down on the soft, pale flesh. You spread her open even further by hooking her leg over your shoulder - the tip of her heel dug into your back, but the pain was nothing compared to the arousal you felt as her scent filled your nostrils.

Larissa’s cunt looked absolutely delectable, spread open for you - soft, pink folds glistening. Part of you wanted to dive in and devour her, feast on her as if she were your last meal. But the part of you that won out was the part that wanted to savor every second, every bit of herself that Larissa was willing to share, not knowing if you would ever get this opportunity again.

You flicked your tongue over Larissa’s sex, taking your time to explore her folds and reveling in the soft, breathy moans you were able to produce from the principal. Your first taste of her essence was enough to make your own clit throb with desire - she tasted even better than you’d imagined she would (and you’d certainly spent many a night imagining Larissa coming undone in your mouth).

Your groan vibrated against Larissa’s center and she bucked her hips against your face in desperation.

“Stop teasing,” she groaned, settling her hands on the back of your head and pushing you forcefully into her cunt.

Your tongue then drew a slow path up her slit, collecting her wetness, until it reached her clit - you pressed it firmly down on the sensitive bundle of nerves and a strangled groan escaped her lips, her fingers tightening in your hair.

Wrapping your lips around her clit, you began to suck, flicking your tongue over the bud. Then your tongue traveled downwards again, worshiping her folds before finding her entrance and dipping into it, just enough to feel Larissa’s walls flutter around your tongue.

You could tell that she wasn’t going to last long - her breathing was heavy above you, her thighs trembling and tensing around your head, her fingers tugging at your hair.

Glancing up at the blonde, you felt your own wetness grow - Larissa’s free hand was fondling her breast, squeezing it roughly over the fabric of her blouse.

“Take it off.”

Larissa paused in her movements, looking down at you in confusion.

“Your top, take it off.”

A deep blush tinted Larissa’s cheeks as she opened the buttons of the blouse with shaky hands and slid it over her shoulders, dropping it to the floor.

“The bra, too,” you teased.

Larissa reached around her back, unhooking her bra and allowing it to fall away from her chest, exposing small, pale mounds of flesh and rosy nipples.

You couldn’t help how your breath hitched in your throat as you took in the sight of Larissa’s bare torso - the soft swell of her stomach, pert nipples that were hardened by the chill in the air, the little freckles littering her shoulders.

It almost made you feel sad - in another world, where she didn’t hate you so much, perhaps you could have even meant something to one another. Perhaps this would be a sight you’d see more often, something you would wake up to in the morning - perhaps you’d make love to her every night, able to admire her freely and tell her how much you love her.

Burying your face back in her cunt so she wouldn’t be able to see the flash of emotion cross your face, you sucked her clit with renewed fervor, trying to lose yourself in her taste, her scent, the feeling of her slick coating your chin.

“Darling,” Larissa warned, “I’m g-gonna-”

Darling. She’d never called you darling before - well, once, during your first week at Nevermore, before she’d decided that she hated you. Back then, it had made your heart flutter pleasantly - now, it made your stomach churn.

Larissa cried out in protest as you pulled back from her pussy and stood before her. Her cheeks were gorgeously flushed, her eyes dark with desire.

“I changed my mind. I want you on your stomach,” you growled. Larissa’s eyes widened - she whimpered as your hands gripped her hips, urging her to turn around. With a little help from the principal, you flipped her onto her stomach, her cheek pressed against the hard surface of her desk.

Slipping a knee between her legs, you forced them apart again and wasted no time in reaching out and running your fingers through her folds - finding her even wetter than she’d been seconds prior. With a smirk, you gripped her hips, fingernails digging into the sensitive flesh as you leaned over her back. You trailed your lips up her spine, stopping when you reached her ear.

“Do you like it when I’m rough with you?” One of your hands slid slowly from her hip over her ass, down to her dripping hole - reveling in the feeling of Larissa’s soft skin under your palm. Your fingers circled her entrance and Larissa shimmied her hips, pushing her ass into the air in an attempt to get closer. “Does it turn you on?”

Larissa’s heavy breathing was the only answer you got in return - but you wanted to hear her say it.

“Answer me.”

“I-it t-turns-” Larissa’s reply was cut off by a guttural moan as you plunged two fingers into her without warning, stretching her out. Her walls clenched around you, drawing you in.

“Oh, look what a good girl you are - taking me so well,” you purred as you began to pump your fingers in and out of her, quickly finding a good pace.

While your fingers thrust into Larissa from behind, your lips began their assault on her back, littering her smooth skin with hickeys and bite marks which you then soothed over with your tongue. Her skin was salty with sweat and you groaned at the taste, feeling Larissa squirm underneath your lips.

“P-please,” Larissa whimpered softly, her slick walls clenching needily around your fingers.

“What was that?” Your breath was hot on Larissa’s neck and she moaned.

“Please - oh-”

You added a third finger as your other hand reached between her legs, your fingers firmly circling her clit and causing her legs to begin spasming. Larissa’s fingers twitched against the desk, her mouth dropping open as her eyes rolled back into her head.

With a final curl of your fingers, Larissa’s thighs slammed shut around your hand, trapping it between her legs. A deep groan left her chest and she squeezed her eyes shut, shifting her hips and rubbing her thighs together until she finally went limp, releasing your hand.

You slipped your fingers slowly out of her, immediately missing the warmth of her cunt.

The office that had been filled with soft moans and the obscenely wet noises of Larissa being fucked just seconds prior, was now eerily silent. You looked down at the principal, whose mouth hung open to let out labored breaths and whose eyes were shut tightly, and you felt a pang of guilt. You couldn’t just leave her there on the hard, cold desk, but you hadn’t exchanged a pleasant word or caring touch with her since your first week at Nevermore, months ago - you weren’t sure you knew how.

“Larissa?” you whispered, gently placing a hand on her lower back. Her eyes fluttered open and she craned her neck to look blearily up at you.

Her gaze was intense, even through her exhaustion, and you felt your mouth go dry, words dying in your throat.

Slowly, Larissa pushed herself off of the desk and turned to face you, wobbling a bit before straightening to her full height - once again towering over you. Her expression was unreadable as she searched your face, her upper lip twitching slightly. A wave of insecurity washed over you under her scrutinizing gaze. When you finally spoke, you hated how unsure you sounded.

“Do you get off on hating me - is that why? Is arguing with me some sort of foreplay to you?” You meant to sound hard and accusing but instead you just sounded insecure and a little sad. You felt pathetic, to love someone so desperately who clearly saw your emotions as just a game, who saw you as a toy to play with.

To your surprise, a little crease appeared between Larissa’s eyebrows and she frowned.

“That’s not… I don’t hate you.” Larissa spoke slowly and with great care, but her words made absolutely no sense to you. A bitter laugh bubbled forth from your chest before you could stop it.

“Sure you do. You’re constantly complimenting the other teachers, but you haven’t said one nice thing to me since I started working here.”

A look of deep sadness flashed across Larissa’s face, and she crossed her arms self-consciously over her bare chest. “I’m sorry for that.” She looked genuinely remorseful, and you stared at her in confusion. “I never meant to make you think I dislike you. It’s quite the opposite in fact - you’re a brilliant teacher, possibly the best I’ve ever hired. You have a unique way of engaging with your students and fostering an open, caring environment with the other staff that I greatly admire.”

Your heart fluttered at the compliments, but they left you even more baffled than you were a minute ago - if Larissa was being honest, then it made no sense why she was constantly undermining you.

“If you think I’m so brilliant, then why have you been treating me like shit?”

Larissa hesitated, before sucking in a deep breath. “I like you.”

You furrowed your brow, opening your mouth to argue, but Larissa cut you off.

“I didn’t want my attraction to you to affect our working relationship and… well, I was afraid my affection for you would show and would drive away not only one of the best educators I have had the pleasure of employing, but also one of the kindest, most open people I have ever met. I… am afraid I may have been a bit too harsh on you as a result…” Larissa swallowed visibly, her gaze faltering, dropping to the floor as her cheeks turned pink.

“You… like me? You really like me?” You tried not to let the little seed of hope that Larissa had planted in your chest grow roots, but it was too late - it was already in full bloom, causing a swarm of butterflies to make a home in your stomach.

Larissa closed her eyes, sucking her bottom lip between her teeth. “I do.”

“I like you, too,” you whispered breathlessly, stepping forward and cupping Larissa’s cheek. Her eyes fluttered open, searching your own. “A lot, actually.” You smiled sheepishly, and from one second to the next, the worry on Larissa’s face turned into hope and joy.

You closed the gap between the two of you, pressing your lips to Larissa’s in a soft, languid kiss as your heart thundered wildly against your ribcage. As the kiss progressed, you could feel her hands slide up your hips, slipping under your shirt to rest against your belly. The tips of her fingers began to tease at the lace of your bra, and you smiled into the kiss.

“Do you think I could return the favor?” Larissa purred against your lips.

“What, without taking me out first?” you teased, grinning widely as Larissa’s face flushed.

“Would you want to go out with me this weekend?” she whispered - she started to laugh when you nodded enthusiastically and pulled your own shirt over your head, pushing yourself flush against her.

“Yeah.” You captured Larissa’s lips in another kiss, which you deepened ferociously as Larissa’s hands began to caress your bare skin. It was a feeling you could quickly become addicted to, you realized. And maybe, just maybe, that could be okay.

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piracytheorist · 7 months

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Spy x Family Episode 27 thoughts!

We start with something very relatable

I love how the family just lets Bond lie on the couch. He takes up the entire space with how massive he is, and yet they allow him that. I love it.

I pretty much immediately read the respective manga chapter of this after I was done, and I've gotta say, before that I was very confused with what Bond was imagining. I don't think that the anime showed clearly what was going on.

Instead, I actually understood it when I read the manga, which made it pretty clear that he was confused by seeing only black in his vision, and then was trying to come up with ideas why this would happen.

Even as I rewatch the episode, I still think it wasn't made clear in the anime.

I love, however, how Bond could imagine that, for whatever reason, Yor would blindfold him in order to surprise him with something. And the way she would lead him there is adorable XD

A lot of adorableness in this episode in general, but then you hit right in the drama.

Like any research facility escapee, Bond fears he'll be found by the people who experimented on him and will be immediately executed. But...

THIS REALLY HAD NO BUSINESS BEING THIS FUNNY. Bond was right there getting traumatized and fearing for his life and I was actually laughing my ass off. The little butt-naked angels! Bond having a halo over his head! The drama of it all! I love it XD

Then I nearly damn cried when he went to look at the family pictures and THE FAMILY THEME PLAYED. MA BOI JUST WANTS A FAMILY 😭😭

I also love how he imagined Loid saying he lived happily. Bond has indeed found a place that makes him feel loved and safe and happy, and he knows that the family knows that. And the way he imagined Loid tearing up for him and understanding what a positive influence this family was on him is very important; Bond's mind may be simple than his human family's, but maybe exactly because of that he sees past the façades and the lies, and into his humans' souls.

And then he just resorts to the fact that he will die, and wants to go say goodbye 😢

I just realized that Bond understands Anya can read his mind! And only Anya. I don't know why it took me so long. Perhaps I had understood it but it never registered, lol

Gremlin Anya my beloved <3

Unless it was a new moon that day, it's amazing how focused Anya was on studying. Here was Bond with a face that practically said "Do the cool thing and read my mind!" and Anya was like "Nope. Homework." I immediately imagined it was a new moon day and she actually couldn't read his mind, but it may be a safe assumption that she's learning to control her power? Idk.

But then Bond sees that Yor will make an absolute horror of a dinner for him.

How is she so out of it that she doesn't realize the monstrosities she's creating. I love her.

I'm still trying to piece things together, though. There's a clear difference in visual between reality, vision, and Bond's imagination.

Bond thinks that he'll die by eating Yor's food; it's not a certain future.

This doesn't explain the black in Bond's vision, though. It could be a red herring, idk.

In any case, he takes Anya's words from their first days together very seriously, so he doesn't even attempt to say no to Yor's food.

And though we know Yor is way too sweet to even shout or give a stern look to someone because they disobeyed or made a mess, it also makes sense for Bond to immediately consider his mistake will be met with violence. He spent a significant amount of time of his adult dog life in the research lab, where the scientists abused him, hurt him and belittled him. Having trouble trusting a new environment is typical abuse victim behaviour. So even though he feels loved and protected there, his trauma can still rear its ugly head whenever disobedience is involved.

And so Bond finds the solution. Help Loid come home earlier from work so that he can cook food for him!

For all his intelligence, Bond's perception of "humans working" is still stuck on the times of when humans first domesticated dogs. He's like "human put spiky rock on wood and then hunt". How does one explain red tape and politics to a dog, either way XD

This screenshot has everything. Wild savanna background. Loid hunting with a prehistoric spear, all in his fancy suit and WISE pin getup. Heteronormative pigs. Comic sans font. 10/10

Bond runs out of the house and I immediately wondered why Yor didn't immediately run after him, before I remembered that she couldn't leave Anya home alone.

And thus, Bond's adventure in Berlint begins!

The hot dog vendor called Bond a stray and I'm like wow, stray dogs in Berlint must be in excellent shape if people see a dog with a massive white fur that's clean and smooth and don't immediately assume he lives in a house with two clean freaks.

Once again, the art style here is clearly showing that this is in Bond's imagination, which is more influenced by his traumatic experience in the lab than his actual experience with the Forgers. I almost felt it was unfair how Yor was portrayed in his imagination!

I felt so sad for him in the bridge! Boy just wanted some food that wouldn't kill him 🥺 and then I laughed my ass off.

What an absolute unit this dog is!

His adventures continue until he finally catches a whiff of Loid's scent and he's off to help his human!

And we have a truth serum in the world! That could be an awesome opportunity of a Chekhov's Gun! While in general the spy things happening seem to be rooted in the real world, Endo also takes the James Bond route sometimes and I would really like to see if that stuff actually has an impact in the story later on.

(As usual, I'm anime only, so don't spoil me for later developments in the manga!)

Bond finds his human, relieved he'll be given safe food tonight!

Bond starts leading Twilight down a clear path and I'm very, VERY interested by how Twilight reaches the conclusion that Bond wants revenge on the scientists who abused him.

And if you ask me, in the manga his expression looks even more sympathetic. Look at that worried brow there.

At least the anime didn't rob us of blushing Twilight this time *grumble grumble*

Bond doesn't understand one bit of what Twilight is saying, though. He just wants food.

It's classic Forger family misunderstanding and jumping to conclusions, but I feel it says a TON about Twilight's character, not only that he considered Bond would want revenge for how he (and the other dogs!) was abused, but also that he honoured that supposed wish of Bond and didn't try to change his mind. I mean, it also helped him in his mission, but this time "For the MissionTM" wasn't in his mind at all, at least regarding Bond.

I think it's the first time that this happens? That he brushes his "for the mission" aside and focuses on what his family wants - at least, consciously. He's been doing that from day one but I think this is the first time that he does it knowingly. It also helps that he knows Bond would never be able to report him as a spy so he doesn't mind being a little more open with him. Wow. It's amazing in how many ways this family gives this man opportunity to reach back into his emotions and self.

Anyway, yeah. I think it says a lot about how sympathetic Twilight is, how much he values justice and feelings of vindication, and also how he believes that Bond wanted revenge not only for himself, but for his fellow dogs too. And of course, how he then helped him get his supposed "revenge".

I mean, it's one of the few logical conclusions he can make with his limited intel at that moment, but still I find it interesting and very telling that this is the conclusion he settled on.

Again, Bond doesn't understand a word but he settles on a positive borf since that will make Twilight finally move his ass so he can finish early and come back home and cook for him.

BOI HUNGY

Twilight behind him like "But what about your revenge?!!"

Another small difference between manga and anime, as in the manga Twilight looks actually distressed about getting home late. In the anime he's just... "eh".

Like, make up your mind guys. Is he more emotional in the anime or no?

I'm using my Sundays in a very productive manner, you see, dunking on overworked and underpayed animators.

Bond has his vision of the staff coming back and Twilight saying he'll be late, and we see angry Yor in, once again, the "imagination" style.

This is not the real Yor. This is the Yor traumatized Bond makes up.

Maybe, in a way, he doesn't understand that Yor's horrible cooking is 100% unintentional. When we see his flashbacks in episode 15, the people there threw some horrible-looking mush at him to eat and told him to be thankful for it, too. So he probably correlates food of bad quality with bad intentions, so it could be a reason why he imagines Yor being so cruel to him.

This. Was. Hilarious. I don't know if it's Anya's influence on him, but it was amazing to see him do something that a hardened spy like him would consider childish and yet be so effective in what he wanted to do 😂 Also, boy doesn't even try to hide? T. as in Twilight/Tasogare? How is this man a spy I swear to god

Action! Bond beating the shit out of the bad guys! Loved it!

Despite the very serious implications of a truth serum being developed and used, we don't get to see Twilight's thoughts about it. Truth serums, if effective, could be detrimental for people like him, especially when fallen into the wrong hands. Of course, simply destroying their samples wouldn't do, as they could simply make more, so he doesn't bother with more than just one vial needed for WISE's analysts. I wonder if we'll get to see more of that in the future.

Bond's vision clears, and he gets to see the real way Yor would react.

This warmed my heart no joke 🥺

Anya looks very curious in the background, and I wonder if that's her face as she reads into Bond's mind, or if she's curious exactly because it's a new moon and she can't read his mind and is trying to imagine what could have happened. I need to know!!

(I don't. Don't spoil me if it's revealed - though I doubt there's that much more to be revealed about this chapter XD)

This man really invested in Bond's revenge huh. He just made it up in his mind and then went like "He got his revenge! I'm so happy for him!" Whatever floats your boat, dude.

Speaking of floating boats...

I don't have that much to say about the second part of the episode, other than a couple parts here and there.

I'm still not even close to liking Damian but I cannot imagine the kind of emotional abuse this six-year-old must have gone through to hear "do not shame your family" and take it as fucking praise, my GOD. I don't like the kid and I'd be a lousy parent but even I would treat him better than that.

As I've said before, there's a lot of personal trauma that rises to the surface whenever Damian is involved - especially after seeing how some fans tend to completely dismiss how much of a bully he is - and I was actually dreading this part, but it managed to hit some good spots. His friendship with Ewen and Emile still needs work, but the way they purposefully threw away their free day and angered Henderson - who by the way, got their intentions from the first moment and was like are you serious - all because they didn't want Damian to be alone was really heartwarming. If they caught Henderson in a bad day they could easily risk a Tonitrus, and I think that's something Damian will have to appreciate at some point. Maybe not immediately, but he'll get there. What this boy needs is not to be tapped in the back and told "Your trauma justifies bullying the girl you have special feelings for", but to be told he's valued as a person and not for how much he fulfills his father's expectations.

Mr. Green is a SUPER interesting guy!! He's funny and down to earth and sympathetic and he gave this parched anime-only some political commentary finally MY GOD

DEFECTING TO THE WEST YOU SAY

The fact that defecting has taken a code name speaks to how much of a common yet covert practice it is. The boys immediately fear that they will be sold off to Westalis, same way George Glooman feared that when he thought his dad's company had gone bankrupt. Then they ask why someone would even leave Ostania and Mr. Green is like "Well we have a beautiful night sky!" I don't know if he was being sarcastic, but I absolutely love how we got that insight into how deep nationalistic propaganda runs in Ostania, especially from the point of view of three innocent, very privileged but also sheltered kids.

"Why would someone flee" well for starters there's this thing called surveillance--

The lake was indeed beautiful!

So beautiful it even touched Damian and not only had him break through his very disciplined upraising and he admitted he is enjoying the sight, he also laughed like the kid he is. I gotta admit this touched me.

Look, as I said, I have a lot of personal feelings and traumatic experience that influence the way I see Damian. I don't hate him and I want him to be better... I just feel really uncomfortable whenever people try to act like his bullying isn't that bad, or is justified, or even isn't bullying at all. And no matter my efforts, seeing fans talk about Damian like that has influenced me negatively to the point where I have to consciously try to not hate him. I understand that all of those fans have read the manga and those developments I see now are years-old news to them by now, but I still feel there's a very big space between what I see and what that part of the fandom sees. I don't need to see an episode where Damian relaxes and gets a little in touch with the kid he still is to understand he deserves better. But I also don't think him doing that undoes the emotional damage he inflicts upon Anya. He can be a bully, and he can be a victim, both at the same time. I'm just saying... if you're someone who will jump to his support whenever you hear takes like mine... maybe take a moment to think if you're putting your feelings over a fictional character over the feelings of a real person who is still carrying scars from having been bullied as a kid.

Yeah, that got a little personal, I'm sorry. But I'm not here to make objective analysis and I'm probably the only anime-only here talking about the story in such depth. I just wanted to make my stance clear, that's all.

#Spy x Family #sxf meta #sxf reaction

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goddess-aelin · 2 years

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Little Did I Know

Chapter 2- The Proposal

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Warnings: language. Mention of death

Aelin didn’t want to talk to anyone. Frankly, she didn’t want to see anyone, either. Lysandra and Elide had come to visit her a few times in the days following the ball but Aelin knew she was acting cold and closed-off. Meeting your probable-future-betrothed could do that to someone when they had no say in the matter. Darrow, too, spoke with her a few times but only to inform her that the lords insisted they go full steam ahead with the arranged marriage to Prince Whitethorn

But Aelin was a princess first and a human second, never being allowed to show her dissatisfaction. Which is why she allowed Lysandra to do her hair and makeup into her usual style and why she put on her peach colored, knee-length dress. There was to be a tea party today and the entirety of her court and nobles from all over Terrasen were going to be in attendance. The official reason was for Terrasen’s national holiday celebrating the start of the new year. While many celebrated the new year at midnight, Terrasen royals chose to spend it with a full-day celebration of music, tea, and late night bonfires out in the cold Orynth weather. Unofficially, however, it was a chance for her and Prince Rowan to be seen together.

As far as Aelin knew, it was not official yet. She had signed no papers and had been told nothing about her official engagement to Prince Rowan. Yet the way Darrow talked, she knew a proposal was imminent. She wasn’t sure how Prince Rowan could propose, however, when they hadn’t been in the same room for more than a minute. She certainly wasn’t making it easy for him and for that she felt a certain amount of self satisfaction. If she was miserable, why shouldn’t he be, too? A small part of Aelin knew she wasn’t being fair. She was sure that he didn’t choose this just as she didn’t. But another, bigger and crueler part of her didn’t care. None of this was her fault. Darrow had told her she would have a choice and then just as quickly rescinded that offer and betrothed her to a stranger.

Aelin had ample time to think about how Prince Rowan might treat her. Would he try to belittle her rule as a woman? Would he be cruel and condescending? Would he force her into things she wasn’t ready for like bearing a child? Or would he be sweet and caring like he was at the ball? Her knight in shining armor, always protecting her from life’s struggles and dangers? In which case, should she be worried that he would meet an untimely death just like her parents? Aelin wasn’t sure which one scared her more. That was why it was easier to keep him at arm's length. It’s the same reason why her past relationships ended before they began. The men in her life were always asking for too much. Too many things that she could not give to them, her heart being one of them.

Aelin begrudgingly made her way down to the foyer of the palace. She would meet Darrow and Prince Rowan and from there, they would arrive at the party together. Aelin always enjoyed the celebration of the new year. Although she would rather attend something a bit more exciting, she enjoyed getting to spend time with her friends. She especially liked the bonfires at night, where anyone brave enough would dare to leap over the raging flames to bring luck in the new year. Aelin was always one of the first.

As she approached the two men awaiting her arrival, she took in the stern, albeit beautiful, face of Prince Rowan. Though his features were hard, there was something vulnerable behind his eyes as green met turquoise. Something inside her softened. The same something that told her he could be her friend, if she chose to take that step.

But the brief hope of friendship was slashed when he barely spared Aelin a glance. She knew he was probably hurt from her reaction the other day. The day she found out that the beautiful stranger she danced with was actually her betrothed. Aelin didn’t exactly blame him for acting cold toward her when she had done the exact same to him. So she decided to swallow her pride and offer an olive branch.

“Prince Rowan.” Aelin bowed her head a little.

His eyes gave her a cursory glance before he muttered a gruff, “Princess.”

Aelin had to stop herself from clenching her jaw. Though it had been ten years, her mother’s voice echoed in her head, telling her that she was not being very princess-like. So she held her head high and tried again.

“Thank you for accompanying me today.”

Rowan’s response was a simple dip of the head before he began walking away.

Fine. That’s how this was going to be then. Screw her mother’s voice. She wasn’t here and she never would be again. Aelin felt like clenching her jaw until her teeth broke.

She didn’t glance at Darrow as she followed Rowan toward the grand ballroom. The party itself would be held inside but as the night wound down, most guests would don their elegant furs and make their way outside.

Before entering the room, Darrow cleared his throat. “I know things are a little awkward at the moment, but we would like you two to show a unified front.” Aelin knew what that meant. He wanted them to hold hands, or at the very least escort each other inside. Since the prince was hesitating, Aelin bit the bullet and tucked her arm into his. Less intimate than intertwining their fingers. Less dangerous.

Rowan led her into the ballroom, where all heads turned toward them. Aelin could already hear the whispers from various guests who didn’t know that the Prince of Doranelle and Princess of Terrasen were an item. The joke was on them because up until a few days ago, Aelin didn’t know it either.

The party was a blur of introducing her escort, Prince Rowan Whitethorn, to various nobility. She didn’t know what else to call him. Her lover? Too familiar. Fiance? He certainly wasn’t quite yet. Betrothed? Calling him that would ruin the calculated ruse that this was a love match. The people of Terrasen did not need to know that this arrangement was, well… arranged.

For a brief moment, the two found themselves alone. “I don’t know about you, but I need a drink.” Aelin made her way to the refreshment table, which was, unfortunately, simply tea. Aelin poured two cups of the signature Terrasen Tea, brewed specially just for this event. She handed one saucer to the prince, hoping it would act as a sort of peace offering. Yet a grunt was all she got in thanks.

“Are you ever going to talk to me?” She half-whispered, half-hissed. She wouldn’t risk anyone overhearing, but the insolence was starting to get to her.

“Talk? Just like you talked to me when we officially met, Princess? I don’t recall you talking almost at all. Instead, you just ran away.”

Aelin took a deep breath to keep her temper under control. Now was not the time to have a heated argument and here was not the place. She took Prince Rowan’s hand and led him to the attached private gardens. To anyone else, she hoped it looked like two lovers stealing a moment for themselves. It was freezing cold but she thought maybe they needed that brisk, chilly air to cool their anger.

“I’m sorry, okay. I didn’t mean to offend you by walking away. I just…I was just taken by surprise when it was you.”

“Me? Am I that undesirable?”

Aelin let out a grunt of frustration. He was toying with her. “You know that’s not what I meant. If we’re going to air all of our grievances, how about the fact that you didn’t tell me who you were the night of the ball? How about the fact that you had been the best dance of the night, the only person who even looked at me with any ounce of respect, and you just…walked away. Just like that. Didn’t tell me who you were and instead let me see for myself the next day.” “I danced with you because I wanted to see if you were worth it.” Worth it?! Aelin let out a cold huff. “If I was ‘worth it?’ Wow, thanks so much.”

Rowan let out a frustrated hiss. “I just mean that if I was to enter this…agreement, I wasn’t going in blind.”

“So you just wanted to make sure I was attractive to you? Going in blind? I’m so glad you get that benefit while I’m sold like cattle to the highest bidder.”

“That’s not what I meant, either, and you know that.”

“Actually, I don’t know that. I don’t know you. I don’t know a single thing about you other than that you’re from Doranelle. So excuse me if I’m a little irritated about this whole, godsdamned situation.” Aelin heaved in a shaky breath. She would not cry. She. Would. Not. Cry. ��

“You think you’re the only one who was thrust into a shitty situation? Do you think I chose this? Because the joke’s on you, Princess. I sure as fuck did not. I’m a prince of Doranelle and because of that, I have a duty to do. My life, just like yours, was stolen from me. So do not talk to me like I have no idea what you’re going through.” Rowan’s chest was heaving by the time he was finished.

Aelin didn’t know what to say. She thought he had agreed to this. Darrow had told her he had agreed to this marriage. Aelin opened her mouth to say something but no words came. She couldn’t find them. And as time went on, Rowan’s face once again turned cold. The emotion from the past ten minutes vanished in a blink, the mask of Doranelle’s prince sliding back into place.

“Don’t worry, you don’t need to say anything, Princess. And don’t worry, I won’t be backing out of our deal. I can’t. The marriage contract is already signed on my part.” And with those parting words, Rowan turned his back on her and walked away.

The rest of the day passed in a blur. The prince was nowhere to be found and Aelin gave anyone who asked the excuse that he wasn’t feeling well. A weak excuse, but it worked, nonetheless. By the time dinner was over, Aelin excused herself from the festivities and made her way to her room. Before she made it to the stairs, she walked past Darrow’s office, noticing the light was on. Of course he wasn’t at the ball and was instead working. Her uncle-in-law was dedicated, she’d give him that.

As she knocked gently and pushed open the door, noticing Darrow hunched over a batch of papers on his desk. The official Terrasen seal on the top page allowed her to know instantly what the papers were for. As if sensing her hesitation, Darrow put his pen down and rounded the desk to hold Aelin’s hands in his own. “Aelin. My dear. You don’t need to do this. You can abdicate and all of this can be over. I see how unhappy you are with the situation and I’m telling you now that Terrasen will be ok. We will all be ok.”

A few tears fell as Aelin started shaking her head. “What kind of queen would I be if I quit before I even started? I cannot let Lord Hamel take the throne. I can’t do that, Darrow. Not because it’s what Uncle Orlon or my parents would want. But because I cannot. It’s not in my nature. It’s not in the way my parents raised me. And it’s not in the way you raised me, either. I’m doing this.”

Darrow nodded and pulled away from her, sweeping his hand toward the papers on his desk. “I’ll give you the rundown of the contract later but the basics are that we have a trade agreement with Doranelle in exchange for Prince Rowan’s place on the throne. You, of course, will be Queen but he will be considered King Consort and would take the throne fully if anything would ever happen to you before any heirs were born. All in all, you could do much, much worse than Prince Whitethorn.”

Aelin picked up her pen. “I know,” she whispered. And as she dotted her “i’s,” Aelin felt a new, heavier burden on her shoulders.

As she was falling asleep, Aelin’s last thought was that she didn’t even get to jump over any fires.

- - - - -

Aelin was awoken for the second day in a row by Lysandra. Breakfast was already on its way to her room and Lysandra had already picked a beautiful, flowy mint green dress for her to wear. Aelin was confused as to what was happening, her grogginess still lingering.

“Up! Get up, Aelin! Prince Rowan would like to take you for a walk in the gardens.”

Aelin froze. She was going to be sick. Because she knew exactly what a “walk in the garden” meant. She just didn’t think it would happen so soon after signing the marriage contract. Aelin didn’t say anything as Lysandra primped and prodded her, transforming her into the princess she should have felt like.

Aelin met Prince Rowan in the foyer again, taking his arm instinctually.

He leaned down a little and murmured to her, “Please at least try to look happy.”

If he could feel her trembling, he gave no indication.

As they entered the garden, Aelin could already see the paparazzi lined up, a perfect vantage point for what was about to happen. She hoped she didn’t look like a deer caught in headlights but wasn’t sure she was able to fully build her royal facade back up. She was nothing if not a great actress, though.

So as Rowan knelt on one knee before her, presenting her with an extravagant diamond ring, she plastered the most dazzling, princess-y smile she could manage onto her face. It was as if all of her dreams were coming true, a real-life fairytale. Except this wasn’t a fairytale and most of Aelin’s dreams were nightmares.

A/N: Yes, I did take Beltane and moved it to New Years Eve. Lol. This was a lot more angsty than anything I've ever written so I hope that came through. I don't want to make it easy for them but at the same time, I'm super impatient so I'm sure there won't be THAT much more angst.

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maebird-melody · 10 months

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🌹🌻 for Velaren!

Aww thank you for asking about my sad hedge wizard! He’s got a special place in my heart.

Where in the world does your OC feel most at home? Is there any reason why? If it’s not the place they were born, where were they born? Is there a certain somebody that makes them feel at home where ever they may be? What does home mean to them?

Velaren feels most at home in the old port town where he lived for several decades leading up to our current campaign. Once upon a time he was training to be a wizard, but after his expulsion (and the year he spent in jail for magic crimes), he changed his name and moved across the continent. It’s a bit of a double-edged sword though because while he felt safest during those years where he worked as a launderer and a mender, he had to deny his natural curiosity in favor of keeping a low profile. He shelved his cantrip primer during those decades and only recently started practicing magic again in small ways.

He still associates the feel of fabric between his fingers and the smell of soap and the meditative practice of mending with home. I imagine this is also partly because he came from a family of weavers, before his parents noticed his talent for magic and sent him off to wizard school. He doesn’t want to go back to his hometown for a mix of reasons, the biggest one being that it would mean facing the shame he brought on his family due to his expulsion and imprisonment.

Before the campaign, the person who made Velaren feel at home was his mentor Qalark. Lark was an easygoing man with a roguish streak who never belittled or judged Velaren. They traveled together for awhile and Lark taught him how to do street magic and tell engaging stories and also rob people. He wasn’t the greatest role model, but young Velaren was hungry for positive validation. He was like a father figure of sorts.

Right now, the person who makes Velaren feel at home wherever he is would probably be his newest traveling companion, Estella. She’s a gnome, but this world has never seen gnomes before, so everyone just assumes she’s either a really pink halfling or else Velaren’s daughter. Helping Estella navigate the culture shock of this alien society she’s been thrust into gives Velaren a sense of purpose he’s been lacking for a long time. And she’s also the first person ever to show him any tenderness, which is a shock to his system considering his self-destructive tendencies. He’s fiercely protective of her.

Home for Velaren means safety. Right now, that is with the people who look out for each other, the people who accept you and encourage you to try new and scary things and who have your back when you fail or mess up. Home is a wagon full of animals and his traveling companions. It’s the fuzzy little creatures who comfort you after a hard day. It’s music around a campfire while you share a pot of tea.

What little things do they notice about people or the world around them that make them happy? What tiny little treasures do they find in the normal every day that makes the world seem a little brighter for them?

Velaren notices the ways people are brave. Like a child trying to buy something in a store for the first time, a person riding in a boat when they are afraid of water, a blacksmith trying to follow the schematics for something outside their skill range despite knowing it might not turn out the way they want, or even someone admitting that they need help to their friends. Seeing other people being brave reminds him that he can be brave, too.

Velaren also notices the beauty in a well-mended piece of clothing. Mended objects in general, things that were broken being told they were loved enough to receive new life, makes him smile. He also loves woodworking and whittling, so skillful carvings on buildings and objects always catches his eye. He appreciates anything made well through some craft, but he also finds joy in the haphazard, mistake-riddled, starting work of someone who is still developing their skill. Because you learn through mistakes. And the fact that it exists means someone is trying and failing and being encouraged to keep trying.

#mae answers #oc ask meme #velaren adelyre #I love talking about my characters #in game velaren has a racial ability to cast dream once per day and basically drunk-texted his old mentor #can’t wait to see the repercussions of that decision #my ocs #my dnd ocs

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dreamboundedstar · 2 years

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The Moment Zeke Saw Tina Differently Headcanon

In Bob's Burgers, it's clear that Zeke has feelings for Tina. When they started is up for debate though. @tacosandtouchtanks proposes that Zeke started having a crush on Tina a little before the season 5 episode, "Friends with Burger-fits" the episode that implied he had a crush on her in the first place. I'm inclined to follow that line of thinking as well because I refuse to think Zeke realized he had a crush on Tina before the season 4 episode, "Presto Tina-O". Zeke was at his worst in that episode and it still makes me mad seeing Jimmy Jr and Zeke laugh at Tina's anger (a bunch of jerks both of them, I had so many moments of being belittled when I got angry so it cut me deep seeing a character I kin go through the same).

I believe the moment Zeke starts to see Tina differently is in the season 5 episode, "Tina and the Real Ghost". Instead of getting mad that Tina would prank them in an already scary cemetery, Zeke would be super impressed by her and laugh it off later about how good she got him and the rest. More than that, he could have also been touched by her speech. While he had a lot to process about his contribution to Jeff and how he desperately wanted to believe in an afterlife, there was also Tina's reason. It's possible he could have thought later on how sad it was that all this started because Tina wanted to feel like she deserved more attention than the dismissiveness Jimmy Jr. did. Zeke couldn't understand why Jay Ju was so flaky with Tina. Zeke knew JJ liked Tina, heck he even tried to help him win her back from Josh.

Sure, Tina was creepy at times, awkward, and a fuddy-duddy. Still, even a weirdo like Tina didn't deserve to be taken for granted like that. He would give anything to have a girl like Tina like him like she likes Jay-Ju. Wait what?! What was he saying? There was no way he had a crush on Tina. This is Tina he was talking about. Sure he helped her and her siblings out in the past but he would have done that for any of his friends. After that denial, his mind would begin to recontextualize every interaction he had with her in the past. Once he was done with that he would have opened his eyes to the truth and he would have said, "Oh crap, I do like her!" While he wasn't going to deny his feelings now, there wasn't much he could do about it as long as Tina and Jimmy Jr. had whatever they had going on. Zeke was never one to give in and be a quitter though. So for now, he will just be carrying his lavender-scented torch for Tina. He doesn't plan to keep his feelings hidden, but he also won't let his feelings dictate him to not pursue other options either. His metaphorical torch will always be lit at his bedside giving him hope for the future, but won't stop him from living his best life in the present.

Once he found out that night he had a crush on Tina he would have hoped that love would be like gas and pass very soon. Little did he know love was more like appendicitis. Later, Zeke would be fine with Tina doing whatever she needed to do to figure herself out because he was confident about who would be the one to come out on top in the end. One way or another he was going to get her. One thing is for certain is that Zeke would be sure to make more of an effort to pay attention to Tina after the Jeff incident and it shows in Oeder Games. XD

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skeletonsescapedthelab · 1 year

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Long flowly dresses, Chilling at home, No work stress, Not having your own money, Yummy food, Your husband beating you, Cute babies, ect.

Stay at home girlfriends on tik tok, and trad wives on Tumblr, are propaganda for traditional gender roles and oppression of women. Now I know this sounds extreme but let's look at the definition of propaganda. " information, especially of a biased or misleading nature, used to promote or publicize a particular political cause or point of view."

Now Trad wifes on Tumblr will show cute pictures of flowy dresses, fields, bread, and talk about all the feminine things they love. This only shows the good side and leaves out vital information. Like that the wife needs permission to go out, drive, get finances, ect. She must follow her husband's rules. Even if she chooses this life, the power dynamic is still abuse. They also won't tell you that "domestic discipline" means the husband spanking the wife, whenever he decides she did something wrong.

Then there is stay at home girlfriends. They will show their life of leisure without kids, or a job. They do want they want all day and chill. What they don't show you is that without a job they rely on someone else financially. They don't show you how hard it will be be to get a job if the relationship doesn't work out. They also talk about "feminine energy" this makes is seem like doing nothing but house chores comes naturally and is tied up with being a woman. It's a new way of wording old outdated beliefs.

I want to believe these people are not making propaganda on purpose. Social media is supposed to be fun. And life problems are very personal. For these reasons we often only show the happiest sides of things on social media. However, we still live in a society where a lot of people think women are lesser than men. So when women get in relationships where the man has more power and doesn't talk about that aspect of it, only the fun parts, it becomes propaganda even if that's not what she intended.

Now you might say, but those women choose to be in those relationships! Stop belittling them! give them freedom! I ask you why do we see women as stay at home wifes, girlfriends, in submissive roles, more than men? Why have I never seen a gay couple with this dynamic? It's mostly women in relationships with men getting into these iffy situations, why? It must have something to do with gender oppression.

Stay at home dads exist and I'm sure there are gay couples where only one works, but I'm still just as concerned for them as the women mentioned before.

Also if you're going to argue I should let women make their own choices without criticism

1. It's not just about women

2. Who gets to choose?

Most of these women are white. Also you must have a pretty rich partner to not work yourself. Most women don't have the choice of lifestyle they want, most people in general can't live in their ideal situation for that matter. So if you really support people's right not to work and focus on what they want, you should argue for a higher minimum wage so people can work less, or abolish capitalism all together. But as the system works right now, certain choices are dangerous ones.

If you hate having a job so much maybe you should do some anti capitalism activism, not give your partner an unhealthy amount of power in your relationship.

Here are some ways you can do that:

•Vote for socialist candidates

•campaign

•Support strikes

• volunteer at food banks, homless shelters, and other places that give free essentials

#financial abuse #physical abuse #abuse #abuse mention #activism #feminism #my opion #tik tok #comentary #Tumblr #gender oppression #gender

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endlessly-cursed · 2 years

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HL- Mandy Parkinson

𝙄 𝙖𝙢 𝙛𝙖𝙗𝙪𝙡𝙤𝙪𝙨, 𝙖 𝙧𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙤𝙛 𝘼𝙥𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙙𝙞𝙩𝙚, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙄 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙖𝙥𝙤𝙡𝙤𝙜𝙞𝙨𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩

Name: Maddalena Erin Parkinson

Nicknames: Mandy

Birthdate: 1st of June, 18xx

Zodiac Sign: Gemini

Personality Type (MBTI): tbd

Blood Status: Pureblood

Nationality: British

Physical Appearance

Hair: Dark brown

Eyes: Blue/brown (depends on the light)

Height: 1.55m

Weight: 48kg

Body Type: Small

Skin Tone: Caucasian

Distinguishing Marks (scars, birthmarks, etc.): a small birthmark on her lower back, a star tattoo on her shoulder blade

Background

Mandy Parkinson was the daughter of pureblood father John Parkinson and Maria Amalia Crouch. She grew up as the only daughter and shadowed by her four tall, dark and handsome brothers, all whom inherited vast things, while she only had her dowry should she marry an equal pureblood man.

She was raised by nannies who expected her to be perfect and breed her to be a submissive, quiet and controlling wife, and soon her father began negotiations of a marriage with the heir of the Yaxley family, but was cut after the death of the patriarch. She grew to be spoiled, meddlesome, bitchy and believing the ‘mudblood’ and half-blood girls were jealous of her and wanted to be her, which gained her enemies in every other houses. She believed herself superior to other non-wealthy and pureblood women, belittling them and trying to make them believe that no man of a certain status would ever look their own way.

Hometown

Parkinson Manor is one of the most imposing, opulent and luxurious houses, showing off their wealth and blood status, decorated with serpents and other tokens to threaten invaders and rivals. She grew up by nannies, rarely going out, too busy making of her a lady that would be the wife of a pureblood man.

Family

Mother: Maria Amalia Parkinson, neé Crouch

A quiet, submissive and prone to be a people pleaser, she grew up distant of her daughter, focusing on her heir, neglecting the other. Her beauty was her best asset and one of the very first reasons her father married her, which drove her mad when her husband had numerous affairs, eventually locking her up in the attic, only allowing to see her only daughter when she was about to walk down the aisle.

Father: John Parkinson

The typcal pureblood man of the era, he never truly cared for his daughter, too focused on his sons to even acknowledge her sometimes, Though subtlely, he was mentally abusive towards his wife and daughter, reducing them to the status he had given them and their beauty and ability to give sons, which ended up with his wife being locked in the attic, declaring her ‘mad’ and leaving his daughter to harsh and overly strict tutors and nannies. The moment she married and had her dowry, she never contacted her father again.

Hogwarts

House: Slytherin

Best Class: Potions

Worst Class: DADA

Boggart: Her father never truly leaving her live

Riddikulus: She could never successfully cast it

Patronus: Mandy can’t cast a patronus

Patronus Memory: She has no happy memories

Mirror of Erised: Being married to someone who loves her as she is, not only her status and beauty

Amortentia (what she smells like): gooseberries, lillies, expensive soap and cologne and freshly washed linen

Amortentia (what she smells): woodsmoke, earl grey tea, tbd

Career

11-18: Hogwarts student

20-Retirement: Housewife

Personality & Attitude

Priorities: Procuring a good marriage, escaping her father and releasing her mother

Strengths: Ambitious, cunning, highly smart and never aims low

Weaknesses: Pureblood supremacist, easily indoctrinated, close-minded and a bully, jealous, overzealous and can be clingy and controlling

Stressed: Around her father and brothers

Calm/Comforted: Alone, playing the harp

Favorites

Colors: Green, black and white

Weather: Cloudy

Hobbies: Playing the harp, sewing, singing, reciting poetry and fashion

Fashion: She dresses showing off her wealthy status and beauty, remarking on her eyes and her generous cleavage

Relationships

Significant Other/Love Interest: tbd

Friends: tbd

Rivals: Primrose Gray, Cecilia Balinor, the entire house of Gryffindor, tbd

Trivia

Her father negotiated a possible marriage between the only son of Castor Yaxley and herself, but was cancelled after the death of Mr. Yaxley

On sixth year, she got into a huge fight with Lady Gray, resulting with her nose broken- which sparked an intense rivalry between the two of them over the affections of Laurent Yaxley ( @slytherindisaster )

Though she tends to bully and make cry half-bloods and muggleborns, she does feel a small remorse

She does not take well rejection, hence her enormous and fragile ego and entitlement

She is regarded as one of Slytherin’s beauties and examples of a ‘true woman’

She often flirts with other women’s betrothed to bully them further and prove that she could have anyone

At one point, she tried to convince the Di Napolis to marry her to the firstborn, Ernest, and he rejected her, which resulted in her throwing a tantrum that ended up in scandal, for he had rejected her for a half-blood Gryffindor, thing she took as a personal insult to herself @beloved-bucky

At one point in her 40s she grows out of her childish behaviour and while she’s too proud to make amends, she no longer behaves like that. Marriage have changed her perspective by now

#hphl #hphl sheet #character sheet #oc: mandy parkinson #slytherin #harry potter hogwarts legacy #1800s #victorian era #oc profile #character profile #don't @ me lils and mo you LOVE this drama I made

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I'm watching the new GG and it's horrible but I still be watching. I am excited for the inclusion of a diverse cast, but I am also kinda concerned because as much as I honestly do want to see POC be rich and be assholes, there should be a point where they do talk about race. Even with the old GG, I wish they would've talked about race. There is a possible reality that Constance Billard was a predominantly white institution. There is a possibility that Nelly Yuki, Kati Farkas and Isabel Coates would have sadly faced forms of racism, even if it was mircoaggressions. Unless GG exists in a world where racism doesn't exist (I don't think this is true), then there is a possibility that some of the characters will face some form of being racialized. Their race will become apparent in some cases. I was excited to see Monet kinda hint at the possibility that the De Haan's still feel like they don't fit in. I honestly am really curious about Isabel Coates and what her life would have been like post CB, post BLM and going into adulthood. I know people hate making things about race, but there is a reality that we want to see consistently depicted. Maybe GG exists in a world where racism isn't apparent, and that's okay, but they would have to sorta explain that

anon i 100% am so glad u sent me this and i appreciate your ask. personally, i do think the issue kinda falls down on it being implied but not so much addressed. i think regarding monet’s talk w her mom, they are fully aware of racism they will experience as black members of predominantly white high societies that expect a sort of model minority standard to be respected. monet simply cannot get angry or emotional, hence she falls into the trope black women are often placed into as angry and erratic.

i think especially as a black girl watching, no matter ur wealth race just connects u especially in a setting like the us that has a complicated history w racism toward poc. i said in prev posts i see monet in myself the way i do ashley from fresh prince. in that show, which has an all black cast, race and it’s ties to black culture was always discussed and ashley played a part in it despite her wealth, bc at the end of the day she was a black girl and that cannot be separated from the attributes and experiences that make her her.

monet doesn’t really get much of this despite being a main character bc there’s so much focus on julien and zoya, who, despite being the only other black female mains don’t have race inferred at all, really. i see a similar issue w rue from euphoria, her race is never mentioned at all but being black as well as dealing w mental illness and drug addiction and not fitting the model minority in a family w a mom who has high expectations of her is bound to get to her. i have no idea what it’s like to be a biracial black girl, but i do notice when it comes to black female characters who are, their blackness is seen as sort of an afterthought??? it is just never addressed. and even w zoya and julien i find that strange bc when ur black in a predominantly white area like constance u just KNOW. lmao. u know. so it also pisses me off more when audrey is making classist comments on zoya when it’s incredibly possible her wealth could’ve been built of the backs of black ppl than when monet is. her only growth so far in my opinion is w makidrey and i get so annoyed seeing her belittle zoya covertly just bc all her friends are while claiming she doesn’t care abt the status quo (monet has to bc it’s her only way to further advance in a society that already expects so much of her for her race.)

i think that’s exactly why camille is so strict on monet—monet does not live up to that especially with her grades/bribery/scandals, whereas audrey and max simply do not have this pressure due to already being accepted for their race. they tend to be able to get away w a lot more than the poc in the group bc they were not raised to adhere to certain non-eurocentric cultural standards, they were raised to assimilate to preserve their cultures in high society. all characters like audrey/blair/serena know is high society w no negative racial connotation.

tldr: put black writers in the writers room and give the black actors more ability to add race into the context of their character and maybe we’ll get somewhere????

#monet de haan #ggrb #gghbo #gossip girl hbo #gossip girl #anon asks

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@badassxbirdy asked: 👍 What are they really good at as a parent? & ✔️ What are things they liked from how they were raised and want to repeat with their own kids? | Parenting Style Headcanons | Always Open!

this got suprisingly word vomitty for someone I HC to not be good at parenting at all xD

These two sorta go hand in hand so I'm gonna answer them together more or less. He definitely liked how his parents just let him live his life and encourage him to do so. They never put him under pressure in either direction - never expected him to be hyper-performative and achieve achieve achieve, but also never told him to slow down slow down slow down when he went the over-achiever route all by himself. They let him make his own stupid mistakes. Luckily for them he never did any major fucked up ones, he was a good kid all by himself. But if he made mistakes, they were also there. To give him advice what they would've done differently and better if he asked them to. But only if he asked them to.

His dad didn't expect him to take over his electronics store one day. He never even mentioned it. He brought Lance stuff and showed him because he figured he'd be interested in tech, but also would've stopped if Lance hadn't shown any actual interest. Same for his mom with writing and acting. His parents had a deep and comfortable respect for him and treated him like an adult, and he returned the favor more or less. He liked this type of loving, supportive culture while growing up and despite what one might think about him at first - this is one of the main reasons why beneath all the cocky bullshit, he's actually a decent guy.

If he ever were to raise a kid (which, let's face it, is a pretty unlikely scenario given that he doesn't actively want to have kids, but y'know), he'd follow those footsteps. He's a freakish-ly ambitious and highly competitive dude, but I like to headcanon he wouldn't become a super pushy and demanding parent. He'd encourage his kid to become their own person and explore. He'd treat them with respect and like an adult from very early on. Past a certain age, he wouldn't be the type to coo and belittle his kid. He too would give them advice but only after they asked for it. He'd create an environment where they'd know they can ask him and he'd give them an honest and fair answer, even if it might end up sounding harsh and even hurt their feelings in a way. He'd look out not to actively harm them or seem cold or anything, and if a situation calls for it more, he'd give out advice and comfort that might hurt a little less.

But he wouldn't be an over the top helicopter dad who'd try to wrap his kid in layers of protective shielding and treat them with kids gloves.

Also, he's in check with his emotional world and masculinity, at least with people he's very close to, and that'd obv be his own kid. Despite his squeamishness and awkwardness with children in general, I think with his own kid, he'd actually be really great on an emotional level. It'd be super important to him to establish physical and emotional openness as something important and okay. As in - hugging and seeking comfort, hand holding, resting and playing together, openly speaking about being happy, proud, or even upset, frustrated and angry. Once again, the heavy focus on respect and letting live.

And respecting and communicating boundaries as well, on both sides.

Having said all of that, it's all in a hypothetical post canon scenario with a kid he'd help raise from the get go. I do have the HC that he has a child already - Kiara, and that he failed her on all fronts because she was an accident, he was very young, and that the point still stands that he doesn't really actively want kids or a family, especially pre-canon. In this verse/headcanon his daughter is 28 already, going 30, and due to the time fuck up only 6 years seperate them now. He's still trying to establish all of the above with her too, but it's not quite working yet/anymore, because he wasn't there to actively raise her and it's basically like trying to do that with an adult, which just feels..weird.

Having said all of that, and having mentioned the 'not a helicopter dad' before though, let me tell you though, with her, he can be. Jesus lord Mary and Christ will he tear people a fucking new one if they look at her wrong, hurt her feelings, or worse, hurt her in any way. He is fiercely protective of her and would be of any other kids if there's any actual danger involved.

That's also a thing that would be almost funny pre-canon too. He'd be a petty son of a fucking bitch with anyone who came at his kid the wrong way, if it's justified. He'd be the Karen type of parent but ten times worse. He'd sue the absolute shit out of people. He'd start a petty and very convincing rumor mill against people. He might get other kids fucking suspended and taken out of that school to another one or even get people fucking fired. In that verse he has money, connections, the smarts and charisma on his side. He'd ruin people if they tried to mess his kid and they'd still probably fucking thank him for it lmfao

#headcanons #hc : relationships #hc : habits #hc : family #hc : daughter

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saw this sound on my fyp earlier today and say that the sound was about toxic ppl and stuff. and I been meaning on making a pt.2 of my toxic family vid anyways so figured now was a good time as any.

it's sad that this has been going on for 6 years. luckily with luck it'll stay 6 yrs cuz I plan on not having any relationship with any of the ppl in this vid.

also some parts may be hard to read so u may have to zoom in on certain parts.

it's sad how out of 10 pics,8 of them are all from 1 cousin.

speaking of cousin,I find it funny how she's show against 8u11y1n9 and claims ppl should love ppl,yet she acts this way.

another funny thing(not haha) is that she always calls OUR grandfather,my grandfather,or my mom's dad or she'll call him her mom's dad. like u claim u care about him so much yet u never address him grandpa. kinda weird.

oh speaking of he's still alive and hasn't had another stroke since the initial conversation.

speaking of she claims to care for our grandfather so much yet she always yells at him and belittles him and her stepdad/her mom's husband also yells at him and she never defends him and she lets him. u claim how he's the only grandparent we have left,yet u don't mind seeing him get treated like crap and u even do it yourself.

out of everyone on my mom's side of the family I only care for my grandfather and I'm still learning ppl on my dad's side of the family.

it's a shame that so many ppl think my cousin is the sweetest person and is always helping ppl and blah blah blah. yet no one see's how she really is.

there's a reason ppl dropped her as a friend in highschool as they realized she was a bad person. and she wonders why half the family wants nothing to do with her,her mom or her husband. gee I wonder;such a mystery.

the funny(again not haha) thing is while making the pictures and all that I was on SoundCloud(I don't like working in silence) and I found several songs that can fit my family.(well this side anyways)

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zztheditchzz · 7 months

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10/6

i had a dream, hard to remember the exact motivations, as dreams tend to be,

but im pretty ure i was trying to see djo

so i ended up in some high school esque scenario, milling around a classroom, around halls

there was a teacher that was taking our role but i knew i was not meant to sit in class. i remember i was trying to find "the pharmacy." i kept asking students, and regretted not asking the teacher when i had the chance.

finally i happened upon an largely empty room.

i saw two dudes. pretty big dudes. a white guy and a black guy. i asked them if they knew where the pharmacy was, because i was looking for djo.

immediately one punched me in the face, lightning fast where my brain stuttered images . im sure it was probably from my experience on myrtle.

i fought back. i tried to be savage but all of my moves and punches felt...naive...weak...a sad little untaut puppet trying to mock what it imagined fighting was like. probably because i have not been in a proper blow for blow fight before. feeling incredibly weak in physical fights in dreams is not new to me.

but i persisted, and kept trying to hurt them. i sort of succeeded. annoyingly, they did not offer much resistance at a certain point.

i dont really remember how the dream ended. all i remember is i never saw djo, not close. but the word "minion" was floated, one way or another, in regards to my relationship to her. i dont know where it came from or who said it, or if it was even said. "minion."

i woke up peeved.

i think out of everything, i am just sick of the complete contempt all the players of this game feel for me.

i think i am sick of having nothing to show for myself.

being feared is not a fun feeling, but feeling damned, feeling wicked, is a better feeling than feeling like alone, like a nobody, like a weakling. i know that much from experience.

so, how far will walter white go in the vain quest to satisfy the cptsd inside his ego.

how socialist can i be at heart when i have such anti person tendencies. when i resent the human race. when misanthropy is the root. i entered remission and the tumor was reduced by 80%+, but as soon as the chemotherapy stopped, as soon as i lost my relationship, it has been quick to boot up the old furnaces.

is it even cancer? is it just myself? am i doing a disservice to my true self by not following it?

its not that simple. i do have a lot of love. unconditional love.

but then again, is it just weakness? fear? do i just let people walk ,w alk, walk all over me?

for what?

myself?

or them?

for fear?

what is this? fear of hell? fear of death? fear of ... perception? fear of... fear of seeing another cry?

why?

is it really just love? is my fear and hatred just trying to poison me against the lvoe? to mock it and belittle it piece by piece until it finally culminates against me TRULY acting against my true self?

am i to kill or arent i?

do i want to be stalin for my family, the human family? or for my ego? or for both? does it... does it matter?

does it matter?

all i know is this: every passing day that i am a nobody, that i have nothing to show for myself in the most vain and corrupted americanized version of success, every day is agony. i know i have strategy. long, long games. i know i need to move slow. i know i am revocvering from tragedy. i know it is okay if 2 weeks out of my life at the age of 26 i can say i spent it watching breaking bad and little else. it is fine. but when things arent moving...i feel the quicksand. i feel like they truly wont go anywhere. that i am just lying to myself when i say it is a long, slow, careful, methodical game.

what game am i playing?????? who is my opponenet????

am i really to be a nobody until it suddenly culminates in something???

will operation snowstorm, i, ii, iii, iv, v, vi, vii, viii, ix, x, etc, will it never change how i feel?

will operation new testament change a thing?

if i had a million spotify monthly listeners, even after a year of not posting...how would i feel?

how would i feel reading hundreds if not thousands of people say things that i have already heard...that i am the main character...that i am kind .... that i am a genius... that i saved their life... that i am a savior... that i am a PROPHET.... JUST LIKE DJO SAID.... just like all these people say... will it suddenly make some massive difference when instead of a dozen people i know personally, it is now a mass of strangers ?????????

i think the aanswers here are obvious...

so wht?

am i just miserable because i choose to be?

because i insist this or that bad thing happened to me as a formative monkey man?

if i trained for a decade, putting blood sweat and tears into building muscle, and then won an arm wrestle with satan fair and square, and liberated 1000000 souls, how would that make me feel?

how would it make me feel to bask in their praise?

imposter?

liar...

hack

weak

fake

die

die die die die die

die

kill yourself, i whisper under my breath for every small inconvenience

kill yourself, i murmur quietly to myself for a small mistake i made

kill yourself, i cackle

kill yourself, i shriek

kill yourself, i cry

sob sob sob

like a big fat autistic retard

with stupid body proportions

hack

stolen everything

everything is stolen

hack

kill yourself

miserable little wretch

"why me?" when things are bad

"why me?" when things are good

FACTS

kill yourself

but no, cant do it fast like a hero

got to be slow like a loser

or human i guess

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fentrashcat · 10 months

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The Craft Store Ladies

This will be a recount of some kind (and understanding) ladies that helped me while I was ticcing like a dumbass bc I was excited about thread.

So earlier this summer, I saw a post on an embroidery group that a certain store was having a clearance on a specific type of thread. It's not what I was used to, in fact I had never used it before, but it was a GREAT deal. Like 75% off. I go through thread almost as quick as I go through fabric so this was amazing.

I don't drive, and I hate to as people to make special trips, so I was content to go after work a few days later, even it it risked not having much left. Instead, someone I mentioned it to drove me up there that day, so two majorly exciting things.

When I get excited, I get "duck-duck" tics. On top of that, I knew I'd be ticcing, so I grabbed a fidget. Since I could already tell how much ticcing there would be, I grabbed my OG rubber duck, the first ever thing to help with my tics. I had also been doing yard work and had just taken a bunch of things to the dump with the person driving me, so I'm sweaty, hair up, and likely have yard debris on me. I also still have a minor limp from back/hip pain at this point. All of this is just to help paint the picture.

So we get there, person driving doesn't want to come in. I walk in alone, limping, mumbling "duck-duck" under my breath, and holding a dingy looking rubber duck. First I can't find the embroidery section, so I approach some employees. They're not so good at hiding their "wtf" looks, but they direct me two aisles over, which makes me feel stupid and kinda belittled, but I'm here for thread so I brush it off.

There's already a lot of empty space so I get excited that I didn't come later, especially when I see there's still a few spools of black left bc i was out. The display is practically on the floor though, and I can't bend. So I end up W sitting on the floor, and trying to get this stuck spool out. (TERRIBLE display design) I give up for a bit and start getting other colors. This is when the first nice lady comes.

Imagine if you will, turning the corner in an abandoned part of a craft store, and seeing this person who looks like garbage, sitting on the floor like a toddler, next to a basket with SO MANY spools of thread (like 30 at that point), on the floor next to them is like 3 giant jar candles, a rubber duck, and what looks like all of this person's personal belongings, while they're trying to used the arm of a pair of glasses to get something from a display, occasionally making a weird noise or saying "duck-duck". Probably not the WEIRDEST thing seen in a craft store, but odd none the less.

Bc of the earlier situation and my general existence, I get anxious, and immediately try to make a joke. Probably something along the lines of trying to help the display see bc I'm bad at jokes off the top of my head, but she laughs. I'm still feeling awkward so I quickly say something about a stuck spool I want, and go back to getting other colors.

This sweet lady goes to a different aisle, grabs something, brings it back to me, and says "try this". It didn't work, and she went and got a second thing for me to try. I didn't think it would work, but it showed me something that would. I didn't want to take anymore of her time so I said it would probably work and thanked her, then swapped things and got the spool out. Just the fact that she went out of her way to help me though just 🥰. I also ran into her maybe 10minutes later when I finished getting all the thread I could on my budget, and told her I got it she says "oh good, I was about to point these out to you if you hadn't".

So the second lady was the cashier. I get up to the front, and there's a sign directing cash one way (to a cashier) and card another (self check out). The person driving gave me cash to buy them something, and I couldn't afford to just charge it and keep cash at the time, so I figured I'd handle his then slide down to self check out and handle mine.

Of course, as I'm trying to pay, I start trying to fling things. I almost throw coins over my shoulder, which is extremely embarrassing for me, bc I can't play that off like I can some of my other tics. I'm worried bc the previous employees, and a bit worried about checking out all this thread if I'm trying to throw shit. I just make another shitty joke and let her know I have Tourettes and am just excited about the thread.

Not only did she assure me it was okay, she insisted on checking me out, even though I was paying with card. Then I'm not sure if she's experienced someone who has Tourettes, picked up on my fidgeting, or just wanted to get through the thread faster (I think I got about 120 spools), but she said if I needed to do something with my hands I could unload the basket and put barcodes up. She also distracted me from my anxiety by asking about my projects, congratulating me on finding such a good sale, and laughing when I made dumb jokes about my tics as they happened. The best part was she didn't seem condescending the way some people get when I'm ticcing or getting excited over little things. Through the whole interaction she treated me like she would anyone else, and never once made me uncomfortable. I apologized a few times for the big order, but she assured me it was okay, and when I mentioned I had planned on moving to self check out, she said something about maybe needing to help the computer anyways. She wished me luck on my projects and said they sounded neat as I left, which the first part is standard, but she seemed genuinely interested in my projects too.

I guess this was a lot of words for "people were nice" and "I got treated like a person", but I'm very used to the first reaction I got. That sounds kinda sad, but it made the other ladies stand out, and they made me feel really good. Hopefully this made you smile, or maybe laugh at me being clueless, but I'll probably post more of these in the future. I've got quite a few stories of nice people and good Samaritans, because they stick in my memory.

I hope you have a good day, and remember, treat people with kindness, it could genuinely make their day.

#fentics #a lot of words to say nothing

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