Whenever i think about my favorite characters i get really mad and clench my fists and growl and become violent

you are in love- oneshot

a/n: hi pals how r we doing today... my rent is due (metaphorically) inspo from mother's song

masterlist

-> charles leclerc x childhoodbestfriendfemale!reader (no physical description)

warnings: small teensy tiny age gap (like two years), probs some cursing, google translated french.... not proofread :(

word count: 1283 words

He can't remember the first time he met you.

Not exactly. He does know how it happens, though, as his mother constantly likes to constantly remind him.

"You were two," Pascale muses, cutting into the pancakes she was having for breakfast.

"Maman." Charles pleads with a tinge of exasperation in his voice, having heard this story so many times.

"Charles, don't interrupt me." she shoots him playful glare as Arthur smiles behind his cup of coffee that he's sipping. It's quite obvious that he finds this entire debacle quite entertaining.

"Yes Charles," Arthur nods in mocking agreement, "I quite like this story, maman." He shoots Charles a cunning smirk as the dimples in his cheeks begin to pop out.

"Yes, as I was saying," Pascale takes a moment to gather her thoughts, "Charlie, you were only 2... but you were so gentle with her..."

Pascale goes on and on, fawning about how he was so gentle with the little baby girl, the newborn baby of his godmother, and one of his mother's dearest friends. Your name felt foreign on his tongue when he was first introduced to it, like a new word added into his little dictionary, but it was a name that he would come to know, recognise, and even love.

"Maman, I'm leaving!" Charles announces to the house after breakfast, grabbing his car keys.

"Going to see Y/N?" Pascale playfully teases.

Charles smiles so hard at the thought of you that his dimples began to crease in his cheeks. "You know it."

He drives to your flat in mostly silence, besides the roar of the Ferrari's engine, and the dreadful drone of the radio hosts over the car's stereo. Traffic is slow and congested, which should be frustrating for someone who drives at over 300 km/h on a near weekly basis, but the reward at the end of the road (which happens to be you) makes it all the more worth it.

People seem to be suspicious of your relationship, though. But it's nothng more than what it is, a purely platonic bond between two childhood, contrary to what gossip accounts or news articles say. Some of his friends don't believe him either.

Carlos simply gives him an unbelieliving smile and quirks an eyebrow, but puts the matter to rest when Charles expresses his annoyance with a roll of his viridescent eyes.

Joris constantly bugs him about it. Taunts of: "Are you sure you don't like her Charlie?", "Charlie... are you texting her?" and "Charles, fess up! Just tell me the truth, you like her!"

Frankly, he's sick and tired of it. Even if he did like you, so what? Was that really anyone's business, either way? Nevertheless, any ounce of anger he was harbouring simply dissipates into nothingness when he sees you.

You grace him with a beautiful smile when you enter his car. You greet him with kisses on his cheek and a warm hug. Through all these years, he swears that the thing he looks most forward to when he sees you is your hugs.

They're warm, like walking into a bakery with freshly baked pastries. They make him happy like a Grand Prix win.

The two of you aimlessly drive around until it was time for dinner. He brings you to his favourite pizza place, and the two of you split a pepperoni pizza.

"Don't tell my trainer about this." Charles makes you promise with a boyish smile.

"I promise." You let out a chuckle at the trivial situation at hand. Within your company, the two of you don't really need to talk a lot. Wordlessly, after knowing each other for so long, the silence says enough by itself, and is enough to make the both of you comfortable. After finishing dinner, you follow him back to his apartment. He insists for you to stay over for the night, and you don't debate it.

"Here," Charles mindlessly passes you a shirt that he no longer wears, "for you to sleep in." he clarifies. You make a noncomittal sound and give him a brief nod in response.

After you've showered, you put on his shirt, and the first thing you notice is how it smells like him. His laundry, his cologne, his shampoo... You're a little overwhelmed, but in a good way. "You're not getting this shirt back." you warn him as you come out of the shower. "Fine by me." He laughs, passing by you as he enters the bathroom.

You make yourself comfortable in his bed. You slip under the blanket, which encompasses you in a warmth which couldn't possibly be recreated at your own house. It's funny how you still feel more at home at Charles' apartment than your own.

You're still in his bed, mindlessly scrolling through social media, when he comes out of the shower. "Okay, what're we watching?" he asks as he makes himself at home on the opposite side of the bed. The two of you mutually decided on watching Cars for the billionth time. Yet, from your peripheral vision, you notice him looking at you with a foreign expression. You fake a yawn, and turn off the TV.

"Good night, Charlie." "Good night, Y/N."

He switches off the lights in his bedroom, and you make yourself comfortable.

"Y/N?" "Yes Charlie?" "You're my best friend." The statement makes you smile, and you fall asleep with a wide grin on your face.

The next morning, you wake up, and you're somehow entangled with Charles. Your legs are intertwined, his arms are carressing your waist, and your face is burried in his neck. You simply wiggle into his touch, and it makes him stir.

"Good morning." He whispers, voice raspy from sleep. "Morning." You chastely reply, voice muffled from speaking into his neck.

Much to your dismay, he untangles himself from the mess of cuddles and bedsheets. He leaves the bedroom, leaving a chaste kiss on your forehead as you fall back into the lull of sleep.

You wake up to the scent of something burning. The charred scent lingers in the air, presumably from the kitchen, so that's where you go.

"Mon coeur," my heart he croons, sheepish expression on his face, "I'm sorry. I was trying to make breakfast." He helplessly gestures at the burnt toast, which was now in the bin.

You give him a laugh. It makes his cheeks flush. He wishes that he could bottle up your laugh, keep it in a safe, and just listen to it whenever he pleased. He swears that your laugh is more beautiful than the melody of Clair de Lune, or the roar of the Tifosi during a Monza win.

"Come dance with me." Charles gives you a silly smile. "What?" You respond, furrowed eyebrows emphasising your perplextion. "C'mon!" He urges, putting classical music record onto the vinyl player.

Just then, as the two of you are dancing in his living room bright and early in the morning, he knows that he's in love with you.

He knows when you're dancing and you're smiling and you're laughing and Charles could swear that you're the most perfect thing to ever exist.

You commit the most heinous of crimes and he swears that he could defend you to the Earth and back.

He holds you in his arms, and he kisses you.

It takes you aback, just for a moment.

Then again, his lips feel perfect against yours. It's like they were made for you.

Then your lips part, and he rests his forehead against yours.

He chuckles, and he speaks against your lips, "You're mine, yeah?"

You nod, "I've always been yours."

"Damn it, I owe Joris 50 Euros." He laughs.

https://youtu.be/mI94S9OrFfA?t=1253 (20:55 if it doesn't go to the right spot)

He still can't answer anything about the show. Part of her question was "what we can expect from season 1?" and he just talks about how he's not in it much, he talks about who is working bts, and talks about reshoots (they apparently JUST are putting together the pilot reshoots which is... wow). Instead of telling us what to expect from the season or the show in general at all he talks about himself on the show (not in it much, we get Dean's voice etc) then we get this stuttering mess:

"I'm really I'm really excited for for you guys to see it, and I'm I'm excited to kinda see how it comes together we're um we've uh we've just put a bit of a spin on the pilot and did a few reshoots and stuff and that's really that's really coming together nicely uh and then the first episode after that um we have uh John Showalter (tangent about Showalter working on og spn) he is our he is our guy down- he is our boots on the ground he he moved over to New Orleans and he's the producing director of the Winchesters so it is in his good capable hands of somebody from the mothership as we call it and I'm just yea I'm just excited to see what you guys think and um excited for these two uh young very talented actors (fan who asked q interjects: "yea the cast is amazing") yea not just two, there's four and six there's uh we're just really got an amazing cast together and I'm just excited for you guys to uh to get exposed to them because I think they're awesome."

Ummmmmmm so what did we learn about the show?? Well, thankfully nothng about a lens this time. But literally all we learned is that he knows the name of his producing director but apparently doesn't even know how many actors he has on their cast let alone their names ("not just two there's 4 there's 6" like come on dude, I thought you were "on set every day"??). And we will never get exposed to them if you REFUSE TO USE THEM FOR PROMO!!

[I did send this ask to @neecy83 when the panel came out but I wanted your take on this mess. The man can barely make a cohesive sentence about his own show and he stutters soooo badly when he talks about it. Or 'talks around it' I should say since we never get any actual info on the show no matter what question he's asked]

Link.  Thank you for the transcript! Nicely done. Lol more boring behind-the-scene techniques that the fan didn't ask for. in some cons fans will ask about his directing experience, which Jensen loves that teaching opportunity, but this wasn't one of those times. As you pointed out, we learned zero and nada about the show and he generally referred to the cast as "they're awesome", nothing specific.

To be fair, Jensen may not have anything to offer because there's always a possibility they're doing some rewrites, as he mentioned reshoots, which in of itself is not unusual but generally not a good sign.

House of Dragons is an example of a good prequel because they're doubling down on GoT's canon, even when that canon was not part of the source material and totally made up. Nonetheless HoD is respecting OG canon and that went a very long way of earning respect of OG fans and HBO immediately ordered a second season of HoD nearly a week after the pilot dropped. The Winchesters have been so thoroughly roasted by OG fans for its disrespect to canon that Jensen tried to salvage it by promising a "twist" that won't go against canon, and now he won't even talk about it all anymore, just more BTS bullshit to distract people.

After exchanging pleasantries for 15 minutes with the trio of employees in the office, I began to get antsy. I wasn't so sick that I needed detox, but it wouldn't have hurt. I was shaking, probably not noticeably, but I wanted to get outvof thereo I could go be miserable by myself for 2 or 3 days. Not wantingvto appear rude, or ungrateful, but wanting to continue to wait even less, I offered what I felt was a tactful, yet suggestive question: "So....aren't there some papers and shit I have to sign?" Tommy gave me a disapproving look, but, thankfully, refrained from yelling."We have a new staff member who's going ti check you in, she should be here shortly."

"Oh. Right.I'll uh.....wait here, then."

Tommy, who seemed almost jovial prior to my incredibly minor lapse of gratitude, exited.

Several minutes later, a young, attractive woman poked her head inside the inner office where I sat. "Hi, are you Dan?" I felt a strong reaction to her. Depending upon what my feelings were on the subject at the time I described it to trusted listeners, I would sometimes fall victim to using the chalky, and in this case, not accurate (as is fairly obvious now, but, when carefully observing

I stared, attempted to respond, but no intelligible words could form, the nod and noise must have been enough, becaude she summoned me to the entry way where the computer used for admissions sat.

"You know, you look sort of familiar. Have I seen you, or met you somewhere, perhaps?" Not only was she quite pleasant, but also provided me with a tacit reason for staring at her nonstop and being unable to coordinate fine muscle control effectively enough to speak for the first 5, or so minutes of exposure to her, "uh yeah....that's totally what I was just thinking. It's like, I know I've seen this person, but ya know, I don't know....ug, where, and I've just been sitting here trying and I can't uh, place it." Okay, not silver tongue award material, but I was, at least, recovering.

We spoke for 15 minutes, at least, as she, despite being new to the position, was noticeably more efficient at navigating File Maker Pro than previous stagf members assigned to the task. In general, nearly every conversation i have ever had with her, is available in a near perfect reproduction in my mind's files. Because I have frequently referred to them, and material is scarce, ut's almost as though they happened 3 weeks, instead of 17 years, or whateverthefuck, ago. The exception to this rule is this one. I remember it, don't get me wrong. We touched on numerous topics, including her current boyfriend, to which I vaguely recall letting a quai involuntary comment slip upon this disclosure. Sorry. My bad. The health issues she was enduring, which were quite serious, though I don't believe I entirely grasped just HOW serious immediately. We exchanged brief bio's, and concluded on a definitely positive note, which, in light of the forceful, unprecedented feelings and alterations that seemed to be taking place during, and after this superficially non-descript introduction, I silentky congratulated myself for holding it together much better than I originally thought possible. I was AFFECTED by her. And, although a mixture of laziness and wishful thinking has caused me to invoke the term"love at first sight, when describing it imto others, on occasion, in truth, that wasn't it...I guess nothing, at that point, should have been understood to rule it out, nothng really promised it, either. It wasn't like that....and here's where a difficult explanation becomes impossible. The first person I truly opened up to aboutte matter, months later, was my future on and of itkfrien (though not at the time) The way I described things, initially were so inadequate that she--actually an infinitely better listener than I, so....don't blame that, assumed Ihad just met a woman who was drop dead gorgeous. And, I suppose I should address this right here....carefully. She was/is strikingly attractive. If you interviewed 100 straight men, they would nearly all agree. But, due to health issues, she would actually look much better in later years. So, let's say that ehe would peak a couple of years later at a 9/10. That would put her at, maybe a 7.5 on this particular date. Good, and later straight up hot....but I see 7.5s all the tme, and 9s daily. I don't suddenly become a mute imbecile whenever this occurs. So....and again, I wanna be careful, cuz it seems there's no way to touch on this subject and not do it wrong, but she is a beautiful woman. She was on this day, even moreso later, if she weighs 200 lbs today, she is still beautiful. I'm only explaining that this had nothing to do with my immediate feelings for her. That was something unseen, something of the spirit. I assumed, for a long time, or, at least guessed that it was due to a sirt of mutual recognition of....something. Now, it seems the one doing any recognizing was my spirit...and that's fine. Although, as mentioned, I optimistically assumed that this was a "love at first site" type of occurrence, and that it was mutual. I know a popular assumption on tumblr and elsewhere, frankly, is one of pity. "Oh my goidness, this guy is so loneky, he hekd into a crush for twenty years, despite no positive feedback " Let me just say that, I don't blame anyone for assuming this (I guess...) but, this is simply not the case. I haven't held onto anything. Ever.. in fact, except for, perhaos, the first month, or so, after meeting her, and, periodically, afterward when I would interpret one sign, or another, as interest on her part, I spent much of my time wishibg, frankly, that it would go away. Not that I hated the idea of carig about her. I didn't at all. She was cool. Very impressive in many regards, and seemingly woukd benefit from a few mire people in ger corner, but the level of caring needed to be pared down to something that made sense, something positive for me, and acceptable to her....there was,seemingly, no valud purpose, for this. So, I picture the situations

I... I can't believe I saw this tweet. It was about Monica & how they claim she is a great character cuz she is a lesbian. Nothng else. Yeah. You read that. And it got hundreds of likes. Apparently, in this day & age if you are a gay character, you are automatically free from any criticisms. I give up. It's no wonder Edel and Doro are praised no matter what. This fandom is a complete joke. I'm so glad I deleted FEH yesterday. It's time to move on to a better franchise with better writers & fans

It's kind of sad, but if this is how you truly feel then it's good for you!

I think it's sadly the current times, where characters are flanderized to one trait, and the others don't exists, and since it's super important to appear woke nowadays, Mistake's trait is "lesbian", and nothing else.

Imagine if people only resumed Zelgius and Sephiran to "old gays", but back when Tellius was released, the general, uh, atmosphere surrounding fandom wasn't the same.

Or maybe it's just Twitter that is a hellpit, and some writers try to look good to the twitter crowd by crafting a mass murderer with implied personality disorder a "soft boi" who likes cats and ice creams.

There's still hope for the franchise, at least I hope so, because I remember a time where Naesala wasn't only "Leanne's love interest" but something more, and I really want to believe this time isn't over.

i prepared my lemon juice just in case the pile of salt following Disengage release becomes overwhelming.

theres so much to do ill never have the wherwithall to do it all again or fucking do it all at all. i lvoe you so much i dont wanna go but ebverybody knows this place is dying as am i i might not get another chance it's such a careful dance and i am such a fuck up if you only knew that i am such a fujc up ive got. 100 hours to rearragne the stars and im the worst mistake that god has ever made you seem to integrate so fucking well but i make lemons out of lemonade. blood clots and death cramps injections and leakages theeleection cycle and the tide aztec circles of torture wheels. but the beast refuses to die in your guts you know tis all distroyed you could have had a boy if you ahev children now you rhink you mih tjust put them down. none of us belong everythign i o is wrong and soon there will be nobody left around. and im your blood you know whats right and in yoyuwr bones you knwo wahts wrong and i your throwat you know you're lying to kids and you know nobody belongs. in this hell. and there is not a single choice left to make. i am. god's worst mistake and you seem happy ont he knifes' egege but i just lick the blade. i've got,. 100 hoursto resaggrange the stars ad im the worst mistake your god has ever made you seem to intergrate so fucking well wwell i make lemongs out of lemonade blods clots, daeth camps, gluts and depressions. the bsuienss cycle and the tide. concentric curicles of tortue wheels but hte beats refuses to die. atomistic rational behaviou. invisible hand saviuor fucking up your definintaions even though its life or death. who fucking told you you were selfish. or ebven self interested. dont you thin it matter whnwe wish our friends the best and fuck im not a marxists im not a fucking democrat because of all this bullshit im not anything all. all i wanted was a framework. none of us can live here. there's nothng to beliebveb in and there won't be till we fall. amd its not all you. man, you wre just a kid once. god i'm such a fucjiup wif you only knew that i am such a fuckup ive got. 100 hours to rearrane the staras and im the worst mistake your god has ever made i can't get hte numbers right, i cant fucking counts becasue not one goddamn thing is in it's place blood clots, death camps, fluts and depressions. the business cycle and the tides. you fuckers know it's all built on lies. but the beast refuses to die. and i guess, well, neither can i.

TRUE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

PEOPLE ARE IMMORTAL AND YOU ARE IMMORTAL BECAUSE EVERYTHING YOU DO CAN AND HAS AFFECTED OTHER PEOPLES LIVES WHO WILL THEN GO ON TO AFFECT OTHERS AND NOTHNG YOU DO IS MORE IMPORTANT THAN THE LAST EVERY LITTLE THING YOU DO HAVE DONE AND WILL DO MATTERS SO SO MUCH AND YOU WILL LIVE ON LONG AFTER DEATH THROUGH MANNERISMS AND IDEAS AND SO MUCH MORE

bashing My headagainst the fucking wall because I can not focus on things not even the stuff I want to do and I keep having these like earth shattering Oh okay nothng matters moments where ihave fucking breakdowns and i REALIZE SOMETHGN But i think whatever motherfucker has been kicking around in my brain is just snatching whatever realization i have and its further extending my hell brain i think

for the ask meme. uhmmmmm todomatsu matsuno sixth son of the matsuno family?

send me a character and i’ll list:

favorite thing about them

i think what i like most of all is that hes so severely the baby brother no matter how much he tries to escape from it hes like a layered onion where on the outside hes a sweet baby boy and then underneath hes the devil and then underneath again hes a baby and then underneath that hes the devil and it keeps going on and on and on and on and on and on and on. He and choromatsu are the two of the brothers that obviously try the most to be independent and escape the neet lifestyle and climb up the social ladder but deep inside his devil heart he still wants and needs his brothers to be with him and really struggles with feelings of loneliness. When they teased him in the movie being like AWW LOL YOU LOVED YOUR BROTHERS LOL and hit him int he head and hes like IM GONNA KILL YOU i laughed so much. also the fact hes actually a lot nicer than youd expect him to be is something i find really endearing about totty

least favorite thing about them

his gay little straw boater hat does not look trendy and cute to me bitch im sorry i like his beanie hat with his sweater outfit better

favorite line

IN THE MOVIE WHEN HES MEETING HIS YOUNGER SELF AND IS LIKE YOU STUPID VIRGIN AND 18TOTTY WAS LIKE what if im asexual did you ever think about that BITCH and todomatsu is like HOLY SHIT YOURE ANNOYING and slaps the shit out of him made me laugh SO hard

brOTP

i really like beni and zaimoku! sue too

OTP

ummm nothing really. this is really the extent of my thoughts on totty in a relationship

nOTP

nothng really again just that my vision of him and atushi is so different from popular interpretation bcuz its just using him as a convenient cardboard cutout guy for the above tweets. i wouldnt say i hate it though i just think its funnier to imagine theyre funnytoxic

random headcanon

his respect for karamatsu as an older brother shot up a bit after 24

unpopular opinion

metrosexual totty (hit with tomatoes)

song i associate with them

um. i dunno

favorite picture of them

obsessed with this forever

Fans are thinking of Liane the same way they do Butters that they both are friendly pushovers and nothng else. Fans are forgetting TSST that showed Liane has power in the relationship . Liane has told Cartman no to the ipad/ pointed a gun at him to get him to go bed and told him no to getting a toy/ also has punched Stephen in the face her best moment. . . fans also forget all the CSA trauma she clearly gave to her son , butters would not have had a good life with her . both linda/the stotches are really neglectful to their sons emotional needs in general i think fans just see liane as a victim of cartman but no he' acutally a victim of her bad parenting

You make some really good points! Both Cartman and Butters come from abusive households... but on the opposite sides. While Butters' parents are too strict, Cartman's parent is too lenient. Both of these are not environments where children can thrive and develop into well-rounded individuals.

Fans are more likely to mischaracterize the adults, as the majority of the fandom focuses on the kids because, well, they're more able to connect with them. So a lot of people don't really pay attention to the adults in that manner and only view them at surface-level... That's fine, it's fine, no one has to like the adults, but to the few people that do, you're the real MVPs. I congratulate you on your immaculate taste.

But yeah, Liane is so often misjudged and only viewed as like... her season one self, this stereotype of a housewife who sleeps around a lot. That was the basis for her personality, but season one was... 24 years ago - that's 24 years of character development, which she has had! Whether it be negative or positive, character development is character development.

She's not an innocent woman and I think her appearance and voice often give off that vibe. She can be quite aggressive when she wants to be, like, what you said - she literally punched Stephen in the face (can't say he didn't deserve it). In addition to that, she has been shown to be neglectful to Cartman. His behavior... had to come from somewhere and she's the only person who was around him when he grew up - she raised him! "Tsst" pretty much proves that her behavior is the reason Cartman is the way he is, and I feel as if that's often overshadowed by the way Cartman treats her. He doesn't treat her nicely, but neither does she. She does not treat him as a parent is supposed to treat their child and that is the biggest problem.

Sheila, for example, is what I would consider a good parent. She's not perfect, but she's probably the best one in South Park, considering how many bad parents there are in the show. She punishes her children when they need to be, she comforts them, she provides for them, looks out for them... That is a parent. That's a lot of the reason why Kyle is the way he is - he had a good parent (we don't talk about the other one). Of course, Kyle isn't perfect, either, but he does have strong morals and genuinely wants to help others. It's even a joke in the show how much like his mother he is, so it's very safe to assume it's her parenting that made Kyle the way he is. And I think Liane's poor parenting isn't really brought to light until we compare it to someone like Sheila's. Just because someone isn't outright being cruel to their child (...the Stotches) doesn't mean they're a good parent. That's a very low standard to put good parenting at.

I don't really like it when people pit the families against each other and say "who had the worse childhood" because... with someone like Liane versus Stephen and Linda, they're all... bad parents. How can you measure physical and emotional abuse to emotional and psychological neglect? They're both wildly different styles of parenting and at the end of the day, they're both harmful. Both Butters and Cartman suffered from their parent(s) and that's what matters here. I think people are often hesitant to put the blame on Liane because in doing so, it defends Cartman in one manner. But... defending in this manner doesn't mean you defend him as a whole. Cartman's done some pretty messed up things that cannot be excused, but... Liane isn't a good parent. She gave him everything he wanted, exposed him to sexual situations at a young age, consistently brought men over despite Cartman's sadness at not having a father. I can only imagine how much this hurt him. What I'm trying to say is... his behavior is not acceptable by any means, but there's no denying that Liane did play a part in the person he became and that is at the hands of her abuse. If she were to be Butters' parent, she would treat him the same. Butters would go from a very sheltered life to being exposed to far too much - that would be very bad for him. It's hopping from one extreme to the other - neither of which is good parenting.

How f*cked up my current life is.

Written by 2am Ginny, enjoy the chaos

No, I’m not here to say “oh no one likes me. Oh I’m not like the other girls”. No. I’m here to say that EVERYONE IN THAILAND I FUCKED.

Yea, giving away the country I live in is a risky thing, but like… the fuck will you get from me? My tears? And like I don’t go outside, sorry, I CAN’T go outside. I might fucking go bitch-ass dead the moment I step my mother fucking foot outside the door. You ain’t gonna see me, for another century, bro.

Now it’s currently 2.11 am as I write this thing and it’s supposed to let out my anger so yea.

Now like literally EVERYONE hates the government, like it’s literally a land of Technoblades, but in varieties. We have the ‘Bitch I Got Mouths To Feed, Salute As I Go To The Market, Mother Fuckers’. We also have the ‘In The Olden Days, I Used To Not Give A Fuck About People’s Opinions On Me. Now, I’m Trying To Get It Back’(aka me). We also have the ‘Bitch I Got NOTHNG To Do, So I’m Crafting Some Shit Up’. Honestly, the list goes on and we all have a fuckton of things in common like we HATE the government, people are dying and no one, but us are doing something about it, we’re all fucked and, this is what I call the MCYT Special, a 17 year old British gamer can do a lot better, he already is more successful that all of us except for that one insanely rich, but depressed guy.

Now I’m bringing you back to what I said about the ‘I’m not like the other girls’, BITCH, YOU EXPECT ME TO BE DIFFERENT?! FROM THE SAME THING IM SUPPOSED TO BE. THE FUCK?! I THOUGHT WATTPAD Y/N WRITTEN BY A TWELVE YEAR-OLD US BAD ENOUGH. YOU EXPECT US QUEENS TO NOT LIKE MAKEUP?! TO NOT HAVE FRIENDS?! TO BE SMART AS FUCK AND HAVE LONG BLONDE HAIR THAT REACHES TO OUR ASS AND HAVE BLUE EYES?! THE FUCK ARE WE TO YOU?! YOU EXPECT US TO BE ALL WHITE HIGHSCHOOL GIRLS WHO GETS BULLIED?! WHAT KIND OF SOCIETY IS THIS?! AND WHEN WE HAVE ONE TINY TRAIT SIMILAR, YOU PEOPLE CALL US PICK ME GIRLS?! I JUST GROW UP WITH BOYS AND I KNOW HOW THEY CAN BE. YOU SAYIN THAT I CAN’T DO THAT WITHOUGHT BEING A HOE? WHAT, AM I A GARDEN TO YOU?

Like, there’s the part where you can’t like makeup or girly things, but you can’t have ‘guy friends’ coz that somehow makes to be a whore. That’s why I don’t give a fuck about it. And that I quite a bad thing.

You see, people in my new school is fascinated by the fact that I stand on my own ground and don’t give a fuck about shit, that I am so brave of doing things, even if I’m the first person to, or the only one to do so. The fact that I can spot simps and who has a crush on who, that I can read people like an open book in bold letters and in enlarged size with someone reading it for me. Or the fact that I can quickly comprehend a text and highlight and summarise it so that people can either easily understand it or be even more confused. Or the fact that I know mind tricks to help cope with something, or the fact that I have such creative ideas that comes up to me instantly after being shown something. Or that I know right away what do do when someone doesn’t feel well, mentally or physically. Even the fact that I’m so open-minded about everything and understands what someone is going through, they are always so proud to call me friend, or even best friend.

You see, as the musical Hamilton says it, “every action has a equal, opposite reaction”. Or the Equivalent Exchange principal which is that greatness cannot come from nothing, something in equal value must be lost while the said greatness is obtained. The traits doesn’t come from nothing, I didn’t just born and someone said “I’m gonna throw some extra traits so spice things up”, no. Something happened to me. Something in equal value is lost as I obtained the skill.

Let’s take some examples, me not giving a fuck about anything. Now I’m not blaming anyone, but constant standards are always put on me, from being Asian and being in one of the most intense-teaching school system for more than half of my life. I was told that I need to become either a doctor or a lawyer or an engineer in order to be successful. That I need to take my dad’s place of job when I’m older. That oh ‘my cousin wants to be a doctor, but I said that I want to become an dancer’. The school system is so focused on learning, some kids are competing for the smallest thing you could ever imagine. WHO THE FUCK SAY WHAT EACH SHOE COSTS INSTEAD OF THE TOTAL PRICE. I JUST WANNA WEAR MY NICE TRADITIONAL SCHOOL SHOES. WERE HERE TO LEARN NOT SAY THAT YOUR WATER BOTTLE IS FROM JAPAN. Constant stress of living to people’s expectations until, I feel like I’m not happy. I don’t like the new shoes I got because I’m scared someone will make it dirty. I actually don’t want to learn the lyrics of Jojo Siwa’s new song. She’s great and all, but I would rather watch YouTube videos and make doll houses. Reminder that this is like from kindergarten to 3 years ago. It got so bad that I got embarrassed to go to the child centre of the hospital at eight because I’m ‘not supposed to be here’ and that I’m ‘too old’. But then it kinda just hit me. Why am I wasting my time stressing myself out just for someone’s ‘standard’ of me. I could get so much more shit done instead of even thinking about it. I can plan where I put my new books on the shelf. There will always be some standard bull crap no matter what u do. It just depends if I’m listening to what people are expecting me to be for who I am.” Then slowly, but surely, I just start to ignore what people say about me. It was about the time I move schools to a much less-teaching-intense school, which one, I don’t need to see those people who judge me, two, since it’s a less intense-learning school, I got to open my eyes to reality, the warm hearted one and the cold, brutal one.

I’ll continue my rant tomorrow, it’s 3am.

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16. “you know, i really want to marry you some day”

a/n: IM SORRY I TOOK MY SWEET TIME :((( also this is a fluff overload be careful + it’s a little ?? suggestive at the end, but it’s nothng hshaha anyways hope you enjoy!

“it’s my turn now!” you claimed, as you looked to your boyfriend with your best puppy eyes look. he looked at you, just after he paused the game.

“well... just because you’re cute and i need to practice.” yuta said, smiling at you, while giving you the Nintendo Switch control, before getting his jacket. even though you got what you wanted, you pouted, whishing he didn’t have to go.

“i hope i could spend all day with you... anyways, take care and don’t overwork, okay?” you told your boyfriend. “it’s okay love, i think i have the whole weekend off, so we can spend it together doing whatever you want to.” he said, kissing multiple times your face, and finally pressing a big one your lips. “i love you. see you at night!” you bid farewell.

days went slow, as yuta’s promise of a weekend just for the two of you awaited. you already planned what to do each day, obviously thinking on his preferences too. on saturday you two would sleep in, until one of you would wake up, and spend the day just going for a walk, at night you would have dinner at one of your favorite restaurants. and for sunday, you thought of going to the beach, and spend the day there until the evening. then you would come back and cuddle while watching a film. it was the perfect weekend!

when friday finally came, you decided to tell yuta what you planned, and as you thought, he was as excited as you. you spent the evening doing a project for university, and when yuta arrived, you two had dinner and cuddled until you fell asleep watching a TV show. he carried you to bed, and before he decided to sleep too, he gazed at your image, wondering how could yo be so pretty. some minutes later, you, still sleeping, snuggled to his chest, which make him smile just like a little boy. he then decided to sleep to, because a big weekend was waiting for you.

but... well, it didn’t turn out as good as expected, because when you two woke up, it was pouring. “oh god, yuta, why do i have such a bad luck? it was our weekend...” you whined, disappointed.

“hey, baby, it is still our weekend. let’s just stay at home, that’s enough for me, anyways” he hugged you, and you swore his arms felt like heaven. “it’s more than enough for me too, i just... really wanted this to be special” you said. “everything with you special, so shut up that pretty mouth of yours.” you didn’t know how, but even at this point of your relationship, he still made your heart flutter just like you started to date.

you two spent the day cooking a cake, which after difficulties came out really well, and in the evening you played just dance, in which he obviously beat you every time. at the end of the you made dinner together, and after eating it, you cuddled while watching friends.

“hey, can i tell you when i first knew that i was in love with you?” he said suddenly. you looked at him, a bit surprised, but willing to know.

“yeah, sure.” you smiled.

“well... it was like two years ago. we had gone to taeyong’s birthday party, do you remember? that night, when we came home, you suddenly started crying because you broke down. i held you, and you told me that you were sorry, but you were broken. at that exact moment, i really wanted to be the one who fixed you. i promised myself that no matter what, i would fix you, i would be the cure. that’s how i knew that i didn’t just like you, i loved you, a lot. and you know what? i don’t know how, but my love keeps growing; the more you smile, the more i fall.” he narrated.

“oh god, yuta...” your tears were about to fall, but he pressed a kiss in both next to you eyes. “don’t cry, my love” he told you.

“i don’t know who i fought on my past life to get you, but i don’t care as long as i have you.” you said, just to get on his lap, and start kissing his face, while gazing every mole, scar and inch of his skin. “you are mesmerizing, i’ll never get tired of telling you.” you kissed his lips softly, as if they were going to break.

“Y/N” he said when you pulled back.

“hmm?” you mumbled, kissing again his skin.

“look at me.” yuta cupped you face with his hands, stopping you from pressing more pecks on him. “you know... i really want to marry you one day.” he whispered, as if it was a confession he had tried to keep. you blushed, but in fact you couldn’t agree more.

“we should do it. but, you better propose with something a bit fancier, although i really like this i don’t want to remember myself in such a special night in my pajamas.” you joked, making him smile.

“don’t worry, i will give you the prettiest ring to ever be seen. i already pictured it many times.” he said.

“yuta, how can you be so perfect? i can’t even explain how attractive you look saying those words, looking at me as if i was the only person you’ve ever seen. please, don’t ever look at anyone else like that.” you kissed his lips again, but know you deepened embrace, just wanting to be his in any possible way.

“don’t worry babe... if it was for me, i wouldn’t ever look at anyone else.” he said, while kissing against the sensitive of you neck.

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Ikesen Warlords when MC has a stalker:

Kenshin

Will try to lock you up (obvs) but due to a pact you made with the rest of the Kasugayama boys it’s more like a relocation of bedrooms. The first time Kenshin sees you out roaming around, he looks at Sasuke who conveniently kervanishes into the nearest ceiling panel. He follows you for the rest of the day and carries you back to your cell once you’ve fallen asleep.

The next day he sees you out and cheerfully delivering a commission, however Sasuke is away on business. Yuki has a brand new inability to make eye contact with him. Once again, Kenshin must follow you as you go about your daily business since he can’t bring himself to use force.

Once Kenshin gives up on keeping you away from the rest of the world, he becomes quite invested in being your personal bodyguard. When the dumbass/stalker finally slips up, Kenshin dispatches them before you even get a chance to notice. He then spends the rest of the day continuing to guard you, because he loves spending time with you so much.

He finally breaks down and tells you that evening because he doesn’t want you to worry. He feels incredibly guilty. You forgive him and insist on spending the next day pampering him for doing such a good job protecting you.

Ieyasu

At the first hint of a stalker, he calls out the troops. This boy isn’t giving anyone an opportunity to steal away his reason for breathing. Get used to having company because if Ieyasu has to leave your side for any reason, he’s going to have no less than 2 other trusted not Masumune, that guy is just waiting for his moment to pounce warlords with you while he’s away.

He gets the matter sorted in less than a day though, so you don’t get a chance to chafe. Of course he does, who do you think he is, afterall? Expect an increase in sexytimes over the next week. He needs the reassurance you are safe and with him.

Masamune

After you learn of your stalker, at first, you don’t notice anything different. He acts like it’s nothng to worry about. Which maybe makes you feel a little hurt. Until you realize that Masamune is somehow always close by. Where before you usually only saw him once or twice during the day, now he’s always got some business bringing him to your part of the castle.

You overhear him in conversation with the guys and discover that the entire castle is very quietly on high alert, but he doesn’t want you to know. He wants his kitten to have the freedom to keep being her/him/themself and he doesn’t want you to have to waste time worrying about your safety.

After hearing this you notice the poor man is turning himself and the castle inside out trying to keep you both safe and worry free.

When it turns out your stalker is just a 9-year-old with a crush, he kneels down, very serious-like, and tells him that, while he understands where the kid is coming from, Masamune can’t bear to give you up. He offers to take the three of you horseback riding to make up for it. He’s willing to share you for a playdate, but Masamune’s going to be there for it.

Kennyo

As we all know, Kennyo is a softboi deep down, but when his wrath is awoken, he’s a thing to behold. That little issue he has with Nobunaga is nothing compared to how he feels when he realizes some creeper is trying to take his angel away.

He rouses the entire might of the Ikko Ikki to surround you and when the identity of said creeper is discovered, it takes less than half an hour to make sure he is never heard from again.

You never find out what happened, however he gently, but firmly assures you the matter has been ‘handled.’ Then he takes you out for a picnic to distract you from said unpleasantness. He spends the rest of the day holding your hand, keeping you close by.

i dont know if ths is unpopular but nothng else matters from the direct fuck smash fuck octopath traveller 2 fuck mario golf splatoon 3 got announced

you are valid

nobodyhas knoiwn me i cannot die iv never lived ivw been nothing to evryone i only hve myselffguess its time to be practical i will align it i wont be a fool again tell me if yureallty hear me otherwise ignore it all action passes by and disappears wthout a trace leave nothng behind there wont be anything that coud be revealed it remains unseen nobody has the vision it used to really matter i wanted to believe that i was being stupid but ive been right i was wrong to hope for anything different

Today was weird. 

The studio has to close for a second time and honestly I’m so frustrated and sad.  It’s a minimum of 28 days.  I got to teach the last classes today. I was like well fuck if today is the last for a while we need to go hard. So I decided I’d wear something sexy and  just deal wth my anxiety of being in it with weed.  But then I saw myself and I was like, whoa. I kind of love how it looked. Like it definitely shows how shapeless my body is on the sides. But it was still kind of flattering. I kinda felt hot. And then again, my body started doing the thing again. I literally get turned on by myself. It’s so weird. 

I taught my classes and they were so fun. Such good energy, such fun music.  We had shots since we have to close. Also it just seems like all the girls are kkind of also going through the most LOL  I was also super high. My choreo is so fun when I’m high.  

I was complaining when most people left that I was thirsty and I just needed something real quick but also i’m freaked out about seeing him.  I told them about how he texted me and they were like ya just text him you probably both clearly want each other. I said i just wanted it real quick and then come back home.  Only one of them voted don’t do it because I’m not ready. She was right. He texted back and started asking too many questions and I couldn’t deal with it so I bailed. My friend called me to find out if I was okay because by that time iI had driven to Toronto and was sitting at the beaches.  She told me to just talk to him and i literally just wanted sex I wasn’t trying to make it complicated and she was going off about how its not just a fucking hook up cuz six years and whatever, I just told her he was out anyway so whatever I instantly regret messaging him.  But I’m too busy spiralling. I can’t help it my brain just thinks too hard. Like, idk who turns down sex no matter where you are.  Like would you not figure out how to get out of whatever you’re doing if you knew you were guaranteed sex? I would. Unless he was already guaranteed sex.  I dunno. 

I shouldn’t have done that.   So now she wants receipts that I texted him because she thinks I’m being unreasonable but she doesn’t know the shiht I’m dealing with so I don’t think it’s valid. So I’m expecting a phone call from her at 6 am because I didn’t do it. Why? I don’t know what to say to him. What am i supposed to say?  What is going to make this situation better? Nothng right now. So why acknowledge it unless you have solutions??? Seems unnecessrily painful to talk about something you haven’t been able to deal with yet.  Cuz then you’re going in circles. I shouldn’t have texted him that was such a moment of weakness because I got some hormones back. I couldn’t look at myself fully naked today, but the whole pole outfit was such a massive deal. I loved it.  i can look down at my body, just not when it’s in a mirror, its weird. 

He said he doesn’t know if we’re still together. Do people just assume I’m an asshole now?? Like why does he think that, I never said we need to break up. I never said those things to him, I’ve literally just said i needed to process shit?   Like I don’t know, Id like to think that aftter so fucking long of dating, that Id have the respect to actually properly break up with  him if i wanted to??? Guess he doesn’t think so.  Wonder if he’s still talking to other people then since he thinks we’re not together? Maybe that was his guaranteed sex tonight and thats why he couldn’t.  It’s fine, it’s probably a good idea he couldnt do it, we don’t know how I’d react after the fact. 

just weird and stupid and dumb. I’m gonna go to bed my head has been pounding all day.