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moonlessdusk · 5 months

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Why the MKulia alliance was formed and how it’s so effective (analysis part 3)

Okay now I’m talking about the actual alliance. I’m basically just going to go episode by episode here, touching on points for how they managed to keep each other in the game and why they’ve managed to effectively fly under the radar despite being so threatening together.

So jumping back in to the formation in episode 1 of season 2, MK says:

“And I hope you have a plan in case Bowie only picked you so he and the hockey bros could make you first voted off the island.”

And Julia’s response? She hadn’t even thought of that. This just adds evidence to my argument in part 1 that Julia has a major problem with being short sighted. Meanwhile MK’s plans may be sloppy in execution (something I’ll get back to later) but she plans for the long term. Julia acknowledges this weakness in her strategy.

Now MK could’ve kept this to herself or not taken her comment anywhere but she says “Then I guess I’m helping already,” which is effectively her extending an olive branch to someone who is in a situation where no one else is willing to place their trust in her. And just from looking at who’s on her team, Julia can’t trust Bowie and the hockey bros to not double cross her again (she said so in her walk of shame), nor can she expect any reliability out of Scary Girl, Ripper, or Chase. Thus, her eagerness to form the alliance.

Why would MK be so eager to join? Well, this could be a weakness that was retconned in given her performance on the obstacle course last season, but this season really hammers in how MK is the smallest and least athletic of of the cast:

And we know from her confessionals that Julia’s capacity to be physically aggressive is something MK greatly appreciates:

The way that this alliance has functionally worked as of episode 8 is that the two of them play to their strengths from last season: MK comes up with the plans to cheat and and meta game the challenges while Julia executes things MK can’t physically do with ruthless efficiency while also handling the social game. MK gets a hold of the intern uniform by the end of episode 2 and the scheming goes on until the merge.

Julia’s been doing well the first two episodes but she’s been relying on her brute force method and trying to be a team player. Admittedly, not a great idea in episode 2 specifically considering if they lose anyway, Bowie would still get her out and it’s not a good idea to draw attention to herself. MK’s face here kinda says as much:

She kinda lucked out on having bad teammates of Scary Girl and Chase.

Episode 3 is when the intern plan is put in to use and MK plants the sap remover and bucket of sap just off the the trail to avoid the actual challenge. It also seems to have been her idea to sabotage the other team, knowing that the Rats still have the numbers to beat them. So they spend the rest of the messing with the other team after Bowie gives the okay.

Exactly who they target, what they use, and how they went about it seemed to have been squarely Julia’s idea, which MK praises Julia for. Ultimately the plan does work and Caleb becomes too exhausted to carry his team across the line in time.

MK only gets a chekhov's gun out of the intern briefing in episode 4. In a turn based knowledge challenge, Julia kinda takes a backseat but still has something to do. While realizing the answers must be locked in, sneaking off to the production trailer for the answer, then using hot sign was all MK’s idea, Julia still came up with an excuse on the spot to cover for MK and not make Chris or the other competitors ask more questions for why she’s gone for so long.

This is basically like if what MK did in capture the skull last season actually worked out for her. Great idea to sneak off on meta the game but only possible if she had an ally to vouch for her. Emma did know what she did last season but wasn’t really an ally for MK because she was too wrapped up in her plot with Chase.

Episode 5 makes use of the chekhov's gun wireless hairdryer and MK finding a map of the challenge’s maze. On top of this, she was already thinking one step ahead and brought ice skates to distract the hockey bros.

We get to see Julia working her social game this episode by blackmailing Bowie. Revealing to Raj and Wayne how he lied to them and cheated in the previous challenge effectively sets up a situation where Julia has more room to work with for voting. What she’s probably trying to do is split the trio’s vote, giving her and MK voting power in the likely event they can convince Ripper to vote with them.

Julia and MK both having the idea to hide the other team’s coin is a solid idea but what follows is… shenanigans? Rather than continuing with the argument between Raj and Bowie, they throw a snowball at Julia? Like, it’s on brand for Julia to drop what she’s doing and retaliate, which I assume is why the hairdryer was given to her when MK was just holding it. In character but still kinda odd, logically.

Julia also unnecessarily puts a target on her back by revealing she’s the reason Nichelle left the game. MK was also sloppy with how she put back Chris’ hairdryer. I know narratively the reason this is done is so they can be kept apart the next episode but I feel like Julia wouldn’t have done this if MK was there to stop her and remind her to think ahead instead of having a moment of gratification.

In episode 6, the teams merge and MK and Julia are still in an advantageous position and Bowie acknowledges it. This is the episode Chris ours MK as a cheater to everyone else and MK is basically out of commission the whole episode.

Neither of them win immunity but more importantly, Bowie doesn’t either. Julia says she told the former Rats that the cheating was Bowie’s idea, and between insulting Axel and Damien, plus a vote from Ripper, and Priya likely still being mad at Bowie over last season (and Caleb likely voting with her), this was a very clever and opportunistic way to swing the votes away from her alliance partner.

Episode 7 creates a more dire situation for the alliance because it splits them up, whereas Chris kept literally every other alliance together. Julia is teamed with the hockey bros, which gives her a lose-lose situation where in she’s the most likely to be voted off if she doesn’t win immunity but if she does, her biggest adversaries also stick around. This is what her and MK’s confessional is essentially laying out.

Further complicating things is that team 1 are four friends that would definitely vote with the hockey bros and them winning immunity would put them in a tough spot where if it’s not one of the two, it’ll be one of their pseudo alliance partners Ripper or Axel, and they just lose more voting power.

There isn’t a discussion that we see about it but the initial plan seemed to be to create a situation where team 1 can’t win. Thus we see the two of them target the most threatening members on team 1: Caleb and Priya.

Later in the challenge, Julia’s impulsiveness basically forces herself in a situation where she can’t afford to lose after she sabotaged team 1. Realistically at that point, cutting their losses and convincing team 1 to eliminate Axel was really the only thing the two of them could do because the hockey bros would’ve voted for MK and team 1 would’ve voted together. It’s more beneficial for Mkulia to keep Ripper’s semi-loyalty to them and he is competent in challenges when he’s not distracted by Axel. Even if Julia was already avoiding MK at this point because guilt from her sabotage, that’s still at least 5 votes against Axel vs 2 for MK and the remaining 3 from her, Ripper, and Axel don’t matter. Of course, Ripper is eliminated too so Mkulia are on their own again but I can see what they were going for.

Episode 8 is interesting because it sets an implication for how the Mkulia alliance is more covert than we see most post-merge alliances, with Caleb and Priya being a good contrast to what I mean. (And I’m skipping over “the Owen thing”, I have a different analysis on that.)

This is the first time we have a challenge where there’s nothing to stop them from helping each other and yet Julia only stops for a moment to shout “Hurry it up, girl,” at MK with MK shouting back that she’s trying while she struggles to even drag the coin. That’s the only interaction they have the whole challenge. Given their reaffirmation earlier that they’re a good team, this looks kind of cold for Julia, but I think that appearance is intentional.

Consider how Caleb and Priya have openly been helping each other and everyone knows that they’ve been trying to find the immunity idol together. I’ve glossed over it until now but Priya has also been in danger of being eliminated since the merge and between constant bad ideas, being the reigning champion, and working with the strongest person on the island, she has a target on her back, possibly bigger than Julia’s at this point considering she hasn’t won immunity or even runner up yet.

I think that the two of them are trying to hide their alliance to not get targeted. Like sure, they interact with each other between challenges but alliances usually explicitly help each other during challenges. Them just looking friendly to each other doesnt raise any more suspicion that it would claiming Damien is working with Priya, which we know he isn’t because he hasn’t told her about the idol. I think that gives Mkulia room for doubt with only the hockey bros actually knowing what they’re doing.

This also explains the lack of urgency Julia has with winning immunity. She has one confessional where she contemplates getting the secret out of Zee or going for immunity, initially thinking she’s get both but she ultimately zeros in on Zee, as evident by her score staying the same all game.

At first I just thought this was her being impulsive but it’s actually a case of her playing the social game because even if spilling the secret doesn’t get Zee out, the Priya and Caleb alliance still falls and directs attention away from her and MK.

Meanwhile MK gets to fly under the radar this episode. She’s second to last to get to the pinball and even though she immediately figures out the advantage, her small size and lack of fitness once again leads her to getting walled. So she’s not even considered a big threat and doesn’t need immunity.

So with Zee out of the game and a target on Caleb’s back, my prediction is that Caleb gets immunity next episode just to drag out the drama, then the vote bounces to Damien as the next most threatening on account of winning solo immunity once and doing solid the other two times. He’d then play his idol, which would bounce the votes that do count to Raj. He’s the more competent of the hockey bros and Mkulia’s priority should be breaking them up with Priya and Caleb imploding on its own.

As long as Mkulia is able to break the pairs in these next two episodes, they’ve basically paved their way to the finale. If they pull it off successfully, their alliance truly will be the most efficient and successful one in the series.

#can you Tell I’ve scrambled to finish this before monday #mkulia #td mk #td julia #total drama 2023 #total drama reboot #total drama julia #total drama mk #total drama spoilers

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sirfrogsworth · 1 year

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I have two best friends.

Which is not an apt description.

Best friends is too small a term to describe what they are to me.

Chosen family. Ride or die. People I would drop everything for if they needed me. People I would protect with my last breath. People who know embarrassing details they will take to the grave.

Now that my mom and dad are gone, they are my lifelong companions. I trust them with my life.

I talk about Katrina all the time. But I tend to keep my friendship with Delling a little more private. I don't love either of them any more or less. There is no ranking system for my besties. But Katrina and I are basically like an old school comedy duo, so we have a lot more shenanigans to share. Shenanigans are easy content for a blog.

Delling is disabled like me. We have a lot of the same consequences from our health issues. Extreme fatigue most of all. Delling was unable to get disability benefits though, so they have to work a 9 to 5 job. And it exhausts them to the limit. They often will work and go straight to bed. If it were possible, I would talk to Delling every single day like I do with Katrina, but circumstances don't always allow for that.

So we have less shenanigans, but the same amount of love.

I'm also a little more protective of Delling at the moment. They are trans and for some reason a large portion of the "very online" people have decided to hate my best friend. And sometimes I worry about drawing attention towards Delling from the few trolls who still hate follow me.

Delling is almost always in my thoughts when I write about trans issues or argue with transphobes on Twitter. But I refuse to invoke "I HAVE A TRANS FRIEND" most of the time. For one, I don't advocate for trans people just because I have a trans friend. Though it does make the emotions I feel very intense sometimes. A lot of tears and anger. But I also don't want to sound like those conservatives who justify everything they say because they have a friend from a marginalized group.

There are certainly times people will be like, "Why would you mutilate someone and cut off healthy breasts??" and I wanna be like "Delling is much happier without boobies and I can see a huge difference since their surgery and you don't know what the fuck you are talking about with that mutilation nonsense. FIGHT ME!"

But I don't think I need to announce my bestie's private top surgery details just to win an argument on Twitter.

I'm just really happy for them and I am glad it helped. They struggled to get the surgery for so long and fought like hell to make it happen. People acting like it is this horrible thing make me so angry. When it finally happened it was... a relief. A weight lifted off their shoulders... err... chest.

After my dad died, Katrina was unable to get away from Florida to help me out. She was dealing with her disabled dog, Lucy, and her end-of-life care. That just isn't something you can ask someone else to look after for a few days. So Delling got permission to do remote work and drove down from the top of the country to help me. They came on the weekend of my dad's service and stayed a few days after to help me get the house sorted.

I'm honestly not sure I could have made it through that experience on my own. During the service, Delling just clung to my side as I tried to act normal when long-lost relatives offered similar grief platitudes over and over. And I kept introducing Delling and saying they were from the wrong state for some reason. I do actually know where Delling lives, but I guess my brain was not functioning in that situation.

Delling also helped me finish my eulogy literally hours before I gave it. And they helped me print out a bunch of photos of my dad that almost no one looked at. I'm so glad we spent all morning frantically doing that. *sigh* Though I'm hoping the photos will come in handy when I do an online memorial for my parents, so it was not all for naught.

There was a moment when a certain someone gave an impromptu speech at the end of the service about how she let my dad see his granddaughter for a couple of hours a year ago and how special that was, and Delling tightly squeezed my hand to help channel away my anger.

Ya know, those totally normal *yearly* visits all grandpas get to have.

Sometimes friends just know, ya know?

Delling and I also revamped the kitchen for my needs, which I have already turned into absolute chaos. And we had a fun shopping trip to Sam's where I bought tender beef jerky that was the toughest to chew jerky I've ever experienced. I guess the "tender" on the label was sarcastic.

All I know is that casually shopping with my friend was this beautiful bonding adventure where we just got to hang out and be together. It's weird the experiences that stick with you. Trying to pick out wholesale sushi with my bestie will be a treasured memory for the rest of my days. And I think that is kinda perfect in its simplicity.

There are not enough thank yous in the world for what Delling did for me. I wish they could have stayed a few months instead of a few days. I miss having them here in person. But they had a foster bunny to take care of and a job and a family. So I had to give Delling back to the top of the country.

I just wanted to write this in appreciation of my other best bestie. I love them more than anything. And I can't tell you all how special it feels to have someone who will drop everything, drive across the country (through tornado weather, no less), and keep you company during a very lonely time.

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tenjiiku · 11 months

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you and i both know we could never happen

Isagi has found himself in a difficult situation. It is the third Tuesday since his arrival in Japan, meaning he has to meet you at Sherpa at 8 o’clock. A bar somewhere in his hometown. He has not ever been here.

Isagi has only been back for two weeks for Christmas. He was the first person who called. You were the first one he answered.

This was how it was; your Relationship.

Winters in Saitama are always bitter to him. To you, they are a reprieve from the mundane. Isagi still does not know what you mean when you told him that when he was 16. You were 17, so maybe it was something he’d understand when he was older. He still has been unable to figure it out, though. Perhaps you are something of a sonneteer. You always wanted to go into writing.

He opens the door. It is mildly full. He spots your frame sitting at the bar picking at your food.

Isagi does not get a word in. You beat him to it.

“You’re late,” You say, not meeting his gaze or turning to envelop him in your embrace. It has been ten months since he has been gone. Isagi doesn’t know what he was expecting. You didn’t know how he felt.

He clenches his fist but takes a seat beside you.

“Yeah, about that, sorry I—”

“I cut myself cleaning the counter today,” you cut him off sharply, picking up a mug — filled with some type of alcohol, no doubt — three times the size of your head, “I mean, I’d spilled tomato sauce. For the fifth time. I was really mad at my idiocy. Cleaned too roughly my finger slipped and it hit the corner of the microwave real hard. Then mom called about you. Yoichi is back, she said. He told Iyo-san he wants to see you, she said! I hung up after seven minutes because I didn’t want to think about you when I was bleeding out, terribly so.”

(You grow philosophical and dramatic when it snows. Isagi remembers this.

He couldn’t forget it even if he tried.)

Isagi sighs shakily at your admittance. Did you not want to know about him because of something he was responsible for — or what you had done? He doesn’t ask that though, because he knows confrontation scares you. Isagi only treats you gently. It is all he knows to do.

So he asks, “Why were you using tomato sauce?”

“I was cooking spaghetti.”

“Spaghetti? When?”

“In the morning. For breakfast.”

“Spaghetti for breakfast?”

Turning to him, Isagi feels his heart stammer for two seconds. He is thirty. An adult for all intents and purposes. Sitting next to you — you, who is acting as though this is not the first time you are meeting in so long — makes him feel young. Makes him feel stupid and small and not smart.

“And for lunch. And for dinner.”

Isagi’s lips tremble in amusement. You glare at him and he sniffs to disguise this.

“Stop making that face. You know I have problems. And I can do whatever I want.”

Isagi smiles at your annoyance. He ushers for a glass of beer to the bartender who pours him one the same ridiculous size as yours. Turning himself towards your frame, crossed arms and all, he leans his cheek into his palm.

“Right, right.”

You roll your eyes. He squints his.

“Anyways. I do not think my motor skills are functioning properly. I keep dropping things. I also cannot crack my right index finger anymore,” you murmur, giving him half of your burger when the waiter brings him a plate.

Isagi watches but you do not notice. He doesn’t blame you.

“Arthritis?” He asks, a half joke which of course you take seriously.

“No. The doctor says I am paranoid. He’s a real ass.”

You still for a few moments. Isagi hopes you do not blow up at him. He has been avoiding you, he knows. Something disastrous happened to him in New York when his mother told you you were going out with Yu-chan, the idiot who always wanted to play with you both when you were children. He felt like vomiting at the thought of Yu-chan’s grubby hands all over you. Isagi always knew the damned bastard had feelings for you, ever since he gave you his coconut melona pop when you insisted on riding with yours on the swing (you did not even make it three feet into the air until it had fallen from your hands. Although you were older than both him and the snotty boy, you did not act the part). Then when Isagi had realized his tumultuous feelings he had jogged his way to Central Park to scream at the pigeons.

Isagi proposes that your thirties did something irreversible to an individual.

He shifts his gaze from his cold beer to you. You stare at something between his brow. Isagi furrows them.

“What?”

When you place your smaller, softer hand on his, Isagi almost loses it. His face remains composed. He cannot say the same for his psyche.

“You are not talking much. Say something. I know absolutely nothing of the things you have been up to.”

“I could say the same about you ma’am,” Isagi mumbles as he takes a sip of beer. He closes his right eye. He has never grown used to the first taste, “I have nothing to say.”

“Uh huh,” you sound, solemn and unimpressed.

“It’s true. Leave me alone,” Isagi defends himself in your language, deeming him successful in making you smile.

You laugh before telling him, “Your mother called me today.”

He narrows his eyebrows and his wrinkles come to life. You poke at his forehead and he sighs, relaxing his features.

“Why’d she call you and not me?”

“Because you never pick up.”

Isagi looks off to the side, confused, “That’s not true. You’re lying.”

You nod, swallowing a sip of your drink, “You are right. I’m lying.”

Isagi tilts his head up and cracks his neck, but whatever he does he cannot help but grin at your wittiness. You were really something.

“I suppose she really likes me,” you start, “She said to not leave the house tomorrow. It is a bad horoscope for Aries.”

“God.”

“She also told me, quote, to make Isagi quit being a casanova and to settle down — because she would preferably want to be around for a while to see her grandchildren.”

Isagi’s eyes widen and his mouth gapes out of amusement. His lips lift up into utter hilarity at the blatant slandering of his character.

“I am not a ‘casanova��. Is she serious?”

You take your hand off of his. He hates how much he misses it.

“I am butchering a bit, but the message is the same. Really, you are lucky. I have heard worse from mine.”

Feeling lonely, Isagi leans in a bit closer to you. His leg lightly touches yours. Though he wears jeans you donn a fitting pencil skirt. When he starts to feel weird and his mind starts to travel he stops thinking.

“Hm. Any contenders?”

“None that I would like to be worn through you.”

“Jealous?” Isagi inquires, his voice suggestive. A part of him hopes you are.

“No,” you answer almost immediately, “You have something on your face.”

Isagi’s eyes widen when he watches as you lightly lick your thumb and bring it to the corner of his lips. He lets you come in closer to him. He can smell your perfume. Last year you used to carry the scent of cherry blossoms. It makes sense, since he had encountered you in Tokyo in the Springtime. Now it was Winter and you were both home. He can almost taste his adolescence if he closes his eyes and pretends you were both still just as innocent.

Your finger is so soft against his skin. Isagi’s eyes meet yours for half a second but you break contact first. He clenches his fist when you pull away — nervously, almost — if Isagi deludes himself.

He can’t keep quiet. Isagi would regret it for eleven months if stays silent now.

“It could be you.”

When you turn to meet his gaze again, he feels a heat so hot travel to his head.

“I mean— it could— if you wanted to. You know, so Ma gets off my back,” he justifies, trying to withdraw from his intense statement.

But you are smarter than him. Older, too.

“Are you suggesting what I think you are suggesting, Yoichi?”

“What do you think I am suggesting?” He asks, playing dumb.

You sigh, patting his shoulder. It makes him a bit angry. But that madness disappears after he digests it for a few seconds.

“I think you are suggesting a ridiculous concept that you do not believe in that much.”

Isagi furrows his eyebrows. He never knows what you are saying. He has never understood you. Not now, not then. Yet he finds himself again and again being caught up in you. He has travelled twelve different countries, encountered all sorts of climates, sceneries, people — yet you could be found in none of them.

“I missed you,” Isagi murmurs, soft and true. He can blame it on the alcohol he thinks. He needs to get this point unscathed across the landfill that is your mind.

You smile and call for the bill.

“Do you want to go for a walk?”

And because Isagi is a fool, he nods.

It is snowing when you step out of the bar. You tell Isagi your apartment is twenty minutes away and he follows you. The street lamps are on because it is now near midnight.

“Do you have any Christmas plans?”

Isagi huffs a cold breath of air. It is cold, -10°C. Only someone as bold as you would want to walk in weather like this.

“No. No.” He stammers, burying his nose in his scarf for a temporary enclosure. You don’t say anything, so Isagi thinks out loud.

“Do you?”

“No,” you respond rather quickly. Like you wanted him to ask you that. At his, Isagi’s pupils dilate.

“Oh.”

You kick a patch of snow and turn your head to him. Isagi looks down at you. He remembers when he used to have to look up at you up until he turned nineteen. He was a late bloomer when it came to you.

“What?”

Isagi pockets his hands in his coat when you glare at him accusingly. “Huh?”

“The oh, idiot,” you mock him in the same deep octave. Isagi smiles, “You are judging me. Out with it now.”

(When did you become so much shorter than him? When did your eyes become so much bigger — or, at least — seemed that way to him? Why have you changed so much, and why does that scare Isagi?)

He has a lot of concerns but he only voices one of them. Isagi shrugs his shoulders and accidentally bumps into you.

“I thought you’d be doing something with Yutaka.”

You look towards him, confused. You scrunch your nose and massage the bridge with your index finger and thumb.

“Huh? Yu-chan? Why the hell would I be spending my time with him?”

Isagi frowns slightly.

“Did… something happen while I was gone?” He asks. His mother did not know how to lie.

You sigh and look down at your boots. “Nothing. I mean, I talk with him sometimes when I am having troubles with my car but that is all. We don’t meet often.”

“Oh.”

“What now, Yoichi?” You whine and it sounds so sweet. Isagi feels his heart quench.

“Ma told me you two were seeing each other.”

Your eyes widen slightly at this and your mouth lifts up. Isagi watches your features, bewildered.

“Oh, god. Yeah. For like two months. Do not ask me why. I think I was possessed by some sort of monster. Yu-chan can testify.”

The type of relief that washes over him feels better than he had though it would. Suddenly Isagi recalls the way he carried himself the last few days in New York and pales.

Stopping in your tracks, Isagi halts as well. You step in front of him. Under the light of a street lamp, you lean forward and tilt your head with childlike mirth. Isagi rubs his neck and looks down at your expression, pained.

“We should… do something. Together.” You whisper.

“Sure,” Isagi agrees almost immediately. He is only here for two weeks. But he is meeting his mother next week. He can spend some time with you and chase this feeling for a little longer.

He reaches for your hand before you start walking again. You only pinch his palm. It does not hurt him at all. Isagi only smiles down at you. You probably can feel his heat.

“Don’t push it,” you sneer.

“Yeah.” Isagi swings your intertwined hands animatedly, “Promise. Really. Cross my heart. Hope to die.”

You laugh. “You are such a loser, Yoichi,”

Isagi feels his face warm despite the brumal temperature.

You cannot crack your knuckles. He cannot control what he feels for you. You will admit it because you are not embarrassed. But, he still is, so he won’t. At least not now.

(He hasn’t reached that chapter yet.)

#writing #isagi yochi x fem reader #isagi yochi x reader

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everydayautism · 2 months

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Clothing Sorting Guide (how to clean/purge your closet)

subtitle: as a person with autism, ADHD, or similar executive function struggles.

For my first guide, in the spirit of spring cleaning, I’d like to offer a streamlined way to sort clothes into 2 piles for purging: keep it or toss it.

I have struggled with knowing which clothes I want and which I want to get rid of. This leads to a big pileup of clothes that I don’t want or need anymore, but I have trouble parsing which ones are keepable and which aren’t if I don’t have a clear thinking process in it. These questions help me get my head in the game.

If you're in a similar predicament with a closet overflowing w/ clothes that you don't actually wear, give this a try, and let me know if it helped you.

Here’s how it works:

Make sure you dedicate enough time to this exercise, because it might be hard to start again once you take a break.

There will be 2 piles of clothes. One will be keep, and one toss. (You can also just leave your ‘keep’ clothes hanging up, if you want to. Will probably save a lot of mess, but won’t be so visually clear/divisive).

Based on the prompts below, you’ll sort the clothes into the 2 piles. Of course, it’s always ok to re-sort clothes or realize ‘you know what, maybe I do want to keep this’ regardless of the guide. This is just a simple “get you started” type of deal.

And when you're done, consider donating your clothes to your local Goodwill or homeless shelter. You can de-clutter and make a good change in the world simultaneously.

Here we go!

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Have you worn it in the last year? > If no, TOSS IT.

Do you feel ugly in this article of clothing? > If yes, TOSS IT.

Do you feel uncomfortable in this article of clothing due to sensory reasons? > If yes, TOSS IT.

Did you buy this, but never wear it? Does it still have the tag on it? > If yes, TOSS IT.

Do you associate this piece of clothing will bad memories, and thus aren't getting any use out of it? > If yes, TOSS IT.

Do you only still own this because it's associated with good memories, but you don't wear it/like it? > If yes, TOSS IT.

Does this item fit you? > If no, TOSS IT.

Does it have large stains, visible holes, or other damage? > If yes, TOSS IT.

Has your personal style changed? If it has, does this item still fit into your style? > If no, TOSS IT.

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Those are our tosses; how do we know if we really want to keep it?

Once you've ran through these options in your mind, consider those pieces who have not yet met the 'toss it' criteria. These may be definitive items that you're set on keeping, or they may be a gray area, where you're not sure if you want them gone or not.

Tips for determining if you really want to keep them, or are just delaying the inevitable:

1. try them on. Are you comfortable? Do you feel confident wearing this? Does it fit you properly, with no excessive cutting or squeezing? Do you feel the need to suck your stomach in while wearing this?

2. look back on times you wore this item. What did you pair it with? Were you confident wearing this, or did you feel insecure for one reason or another? How did you feel wearing this?

3. ignore the sunken cost fallacy. If this an expensive item, don't consider its monetary value in the elimination process--if you haven't worn it, chances are you won't again. Resell it, if you want to earn some money back from an expensive purchase. Otherwise, donate it.

4. consider the opportunities you will have to wear this item. Is it a daring shirt perfect for a party? Is it formalwear? If you can think of times it would be appropriate to wear, perfect. If you can't, reevaluate keeping it. (for example, if you previously worked as a clown but don't anymore, don't keep your clown suit for shits and giggles).

I hope this helps, and feel free to submit asks or comments to this blog for other autism accommodation tips that anyone can make happen in their daily life.

#autism #neurodivergent #neurodiversity #disability #decluttering #closet purge #autistic things #audhd #audhd problems #neurodiverse stuff #disability hack #disability help #autism acceptance #asd #tips #home & lifestyle

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maxine-drusilla-wayne · 2 years

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Nica!chucky x fem!reader

Right now you were sitting in the pouring rain on the porch of Tiffany valentine. After being in asylums with nica,going with chucky to insure she doesn’t die then getting betrayed by Tiffany and going to jail 2 months after you turned 18 ,you lied and said that nica forced and lied about the doll after SHE killed everyone.

Just what they wanted to hear.

And you didn’t feel bad about it because you knew that nica had turned her back on you. You had stayed loyal for years then when you met in another asylum after 4 years she had believed that it really wasn’t the doll. Called you out of your name and lead you on.

Tiffany was away and nica was asleep. It was the perfect time.

You had snuck in through the window and went to her and Tiffany’s shared room.

You look at her peaceful expressions. It had sadden you how you enjoyed her looking so nice and peaceful after everything she caused you. If only I would’ve never did that much for her. You thought.

Then got straight to chanting

You made sure to keep it at whisper. You were bringing back chucky. Well…the part that was in nica at least.

“…damballa…awake!” You had the heart with you so it made sure it would work.

It’s not working!

you frustrated and instead of chanting “ade due blah blah blah” again and decided that it still might not work….even with the heart

You groan

“Fucking cunt” you whispered breathing out.

Just then there eyes snap open.

You gasp

“What…what the fuck! Is going on?!” Yep…that’s definitely chucky.

He then looks at you dead in the eye. You can’t help but blush and look down.

“She cut off nicas limps a year ago” you said starting to look up.

He tilts his head to the side less confused and more angry now.

“She…what?!” He then looks down.

“Oh you gotta be fucking kidding me” he says with a sigh.

“I-“ “what the hell has happened?!” He cut you off.

“Well after your bitch of an ex fiancé got me sent to jail I came here to get my revenge.” You say with obvious hate in your voice.

He then looked shocked. “Oh I’m gonna kill her slow” you smiled. “And so you mean…I’ve been like this for over a year?” “Yep” you say with an eye roll.

He started chuckling. “Wow! You know- I-I I really gotta give it to her! That bitch done really really got me!” You knew he was ready to kill her as soon as she walked through that door.

“Well first…you need a new body. Or fixed limps” you said with a sigh sitting your cold,wet ass on the bed.

He sucked in heavily. “How?” You knew just the answer. “There’s a voodoo spell. All have to do is find limps like nicas and sew them back together. Then with the voodoo spell it will immediately heal them and make them fully functional.” You said with a smirk.

He once again tilted his head to the side.

“Well well well…look at what sweet little y/n has planned.” He says with a chuckle.

“Where are we gonna find the body parts?” He asked. “Tiffanys bitchy neighbors.” You said smiling.

“Mhm well ok” he said smiling. “Well then let’s not waste anytime because we don’t know how long she’ll be gone but I suppose probably the whole..well till in the middle of the night sense it’s 5 and she’s busy being Jennifer Tilly and nica was already asleep and ate so I think in the middle of the night.”

You honestly didn’t know but you hoped.

He smiled. But a dangerous smile. “Good girl.” You blush and then went off to the neighbors house.

You had also saw a note that wasn’t for nica but someone else Tiffany forgot to mail to. Probably her neighbors.

“Yup…definitely back in the morning” you sighed out

You came back 5 minutes later with the wife knocked out then got to working which only took 15 minutes.

Then you went up stairs with the wife bleeding out on the ground and most likely dying.

(But you didn’t care)

You made it up the stairs with the body parts and laid everything down like stuff to make sure no huge messes and got ready having chucky in a chair as you kneeled in front of him.

“Sorry. This is really gonna hurt.” You apologized and he just sighed.

“It’s ok.” He nodded his head.

Then you started getting to work completely focused and made sure to attach and Stich on the limps perfectly. You had been done at 7 and it was less bloodier then you thought.

Way faster then you thought to.

And instead of cleaning it up you just immediately started the ritual.

“Shit!” He yelled. “What?! What’s happening?” Yiu asked. Then he calmed down.

“It worked.” He whispered then slightly lifted his leg.

It worked? It worked!

“Yes!”

He then stood up stretching his arms and you decided to get up from your kneeling position.

He turned around to you after looking in the mirror.

He put his hand on your cheek.

“Thank you doll”that made you blush so hard

“You’re welcom-“ then all of a sudden…he kissed you! Before you could even really register it or kiss back,he pulled away and smirked.

“W-well I need to get this all cleaned up” you gulped.

He looked over you. “Ok n/n” he then plopped back down on the bed. You quickly got all of the stuff and went downstairs.

As you made your way down the stairs you knew you heard him yell “you know you killed her right!?” You just sighed because you knew and just continued.

As he was up there you had tiny discussion between surgery about how you were gonna get back at her to start off.

He decided to make a phone call.

It ringed three times “hello?” Tiffany spoke.

“Hiya tiff.” Chucky said amused.

“There’s- there’s no way! NO!” Tiffany exclaimed.

“Oh yes but there is. And with the help of my little precious y/n here…I’m back.”

“That bitch!” Tiffany said with venom.

“Ah ah ah! I wouldn’t say that if I were you.”

“Well…what are you gonna do with them chucky?!” She questioned.

“Well let’s just say…you ain’t never getting ya bitch back.”

#nica chucky #chucky x reader #nica pierce x reader #charles lee ray #chucky tv series #tiffany valentine #tiffany valentine x reader #charles lee ray x reader #x fem!reader

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Is there a reason as to why Falspar is so protective of Dragato or is he that way with all his friends? I think you once implied something between them

Oh boy anon, strap in this is going to be a long one. It's time for some GSA backstory.

(Fair warning, this'll make the most sense if you've read most of my fics, namely In Your Dreams and dumb luck)

So, starting off! The four remaining orbs of the GSA (Arthur, Nonsurat, Dragato, Falspar) all went through some rough character development following the abrupt split of the GSA (where Nightmare attempted to wipe all of them out in one fell swoop, and what caused MK to be split up along with the rest of them, leading everyone to be presumed dead.) This took place several years ago on the H&S timeline, marking the gray period when MK thought he was truly the last star warrior, and leading all the way to Kirby landing in Dreamland, and so on.

Almost everyone was scattered to a different part of space, with Arthur being sent in one direction, Dragato in another, and Nonsurat and Falspar being the only two who ended up in nearly the same place. From then on, it took years for the four of them to reassemble. This had different effects on everyone.

Arthur had to grapple with the fact that he'd lost his entire army. This evolved into a far worse paranoia about losing what little he has left, and made him fearful that his entire purpose (to defeat Nightmare) was essentially now a lost cause. Nonsurat used to council Arthur much more regularly about decisions, as he helped shaped the GSA with Arthur and served as his right-hand-man. However, upon reuniting, Nonsurat had grown his own fears, and now worried that pushing against Arthur's word would end up fracturing what small pieces were left of the GSA. It's a mess. Their current relationship is built off of ignoring everything bad that's already happened in hopes of making something better out of it. All of them could really use the time in Dreamland to relax.

Now we move onto Dragato. He became much more independent in the time spent split from the rest of the group. If you compare him to his past self in the fic dumb luck, he knows the importance of working as a solid group, and he also trusts Arthur's commands. He doesn't like solitude. He'd never turn against the GSA—but years later, after the split, in In Your Dreams, he has the experience of functioning on his own that lets him wake up to the fact that Arthur's plans aren't reflecting the true spirit of the GSA's anymore. Arthur has changed, and that the only way to stop Arthur from leading the group down a bad path is for Dragato to break away from it, and demand they reassess themselves.

If you're still with me, it's now finally time to get to Falspar! He was the most outgoing and social of the group, and being torn from the GSA, the community he'd come to see as his home, was bad. It was real bad. Falspar thrives in company, and finding himself all alone is terrible fear of his. If Nonsurat hadn't been there with him for the duration of the split, he does not know what he would have done with himself. Now that the four of them have come back together, with Nightmare gone, he will do everything in his power to keep them safe from harm, even if that means acting on complete impulse and fumbling his way through it until it works. Arthur brought them together in the first place, and he has to trust that following Arthur now is the only way to ensure that everything stays that way. He can't keep lose others. He doesn't know what he'll do if he finds that he's alone again.

And so, with that context out of the way, we get to Falspar's current relationship to Dragato.

They were recruited into the GSA around the same time, they rose through the ranks together until both becoming generals, each for their own reasons, and they're essentially best friends. They get into arguments a lot, as shown in dumb luck, but at the end of the day they care about each other. They want to outlast the war together.

Somewhere along this time, Falspar developed a small crush. He didn't tell Dragato. In fact, he squashed it down and pretended it didn't exist until it became scarily apparent how much of his heart he had put into the idea "we'll make it through the war together."

Dragato on the other hand, is completely and entirely oblivious.

Once more, in dumb luck, it's discussed that Dragato is well-versed in shoving aside his emotions so he can focus on the necessary conflicts at hand. So long as there's something he views as more important than himself going on, he is focusing on that and relying highly on the logical side of things to get him through it, not so much his own emotional input. He doesn't think he can reliable trust his own emotions when they get him in so much trouble at times (i.e. challenging Falspar to a duel out of essentially a stress-induced, emotional panic). He's not good at reading what he feels. Falspar is his friend, but in dumb luck it's possible see just how little of a grasp he has on what that means to himself, and how he actually feels about it. He cares for him, certainly, but he can't gauge how much, and often not until some damage is done.

He could requite Falspar's feelings, and have no idea.

This sort of disconnect makes it that Dragato is easily blindsided by his own emotions. He needs time to adjust to a life without the threat of NME hanging over his head before he can focus on himself. Until then, he's sticking with the notion that Falspar is his friend, whether it means they're standing on opposite sides or not. After all, together is a much looser concept to him. The both made it out alive, what more could he have asked for.

Falspar is taking this far worse. They've made it through the war, but there's so many loose ends to tie up and they've lost so much that his idea of the future is no longer simple. He loves Dragato, but there's no place for that when there's still NME monsters to pick off, and a new potentially galaxy-wide threat to fear. He doesn't know if Dragato will ever see him as more than a friend. He doesn't know if Dragato's idea of together was only the GSA.

One thing is certain though, and it's that despite orders from Arthur, his duty as a star warrior, and common sense, Falspar will always put Dragato's safety first. If he loses him, what's left of his dream would be gone. Falspar doesn't know if his heart could take it.

So, to answer your question at last anon! Falspar has always been protective of his friends, though the time spent separated twisted this into something he completely panics about under certain circumstances. Dragato is his friend, and then some, and he'll always be Falspar's first concern.

#post's rambles #slaps roof of background characters with 11 seconds of screentime #these bad bois can fit so many complex relationships and vaguely (so vaguely) canon compliant backstories in them #apologies folks there's a lot of angst vibes in this one #the tragedy of being born to serve the stars before yourself #I promise you I like happy endings I promise you #but these orbs gotta work for it

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Finally caught up on the bungo stray dogs manga today. Here are my thoughts in no particular order.

Massive spoiler warning through ch 114.5!

Gotta say, I don’t think any of us guessed “functional immortality” for Fyodor’s ability. It does explain why he’s completely crazed and has such little respect for human life. The face peeling is gross but a little funny in how wacky and wild it is. Genuine questions: does Fyodor then gain that person’s body shape? Has he ever been killed by a woman before? Or a child? Does he get to steal Bram’s height now? What happens if he turns into an old person and dies of old age? What happens if he kills himself? When was he born and when did this ability manifest? Does he gain the new person’s ability as well as his own? Also, I have to give Asagiri credit for taking the most literal interpretation of Crime and Punishment ever. The Crime is murder of Fyodor and the Punishment is he becomes you. He takes your space in society. Delightfully literal.

Gogol’s sadness over Dostoyevsky felt really real my poor clown. However, with the reveal of Dostoyevsky’s ability, they are now the perfect couple. Gogol can kill Fyodor, achieving his goal of killing him, then Fyodor can become him, achieving Gogol’s goal of losing himself and Fyodor’s goal of having one less person constantly trying to kill him. Poetic cinema.

Gonna be laughing forever at Mori gluing the fake vampire teeth into Chuuya’s mouth and Chuuya’s inability to get them out. This is especially funny because this genuinely happened to me with my mom one Halloween and while we did get them out I was picking glue out of my teeth for a week.

I hope Bram isn’t gone forever because his relationship with Aya is beyond cute.

Is Aya’s dad that grumpy police detective? It looked like that in her vision.

I’m still not super satisfied with Fukuchi having good intentions. He’s been far too sadistic and blatantly evil for me to change my mind on him now. Little Fukuchi I can defend but I’m not changing my opinion on adult Fukuchi.

Fukuzawa stays the smartest man, taking the sword to the heart then pulling it away with him. Very “can I keep this” when someone gets stabbed meme of him. Also using it still as a blade? Inspired. All hail silver fox dad.

Ranpo is clearly still injured but doesn’t seem as injured as Asagiri teased us with. Aku still appears to be a vampire, we’ll see how that turns out.

Damn, Fukuchi will not die. This man has been bleeding from the neck and heart for several minutes at least and still is talking.

Considering the last ability singularity nearly destroyed all of Yokohama and the world, not looking forward to the results of a three-part singularity.

Fukuchi’s blade allowing him control over a small period of time I could accept but the gift of prophecy? Specific prophecy too? Kind of came out of left field, I don’t like that without knowing more about the sword’s creator.

Let’s be real, One Order should just be destroyed, it’s hella dangerous in anyone’s hands.

I don’t think we got told in advance that Bram’s sword combined person with ability. Maybe I just don’t remember but I don’t think so.

Fyodor’s goals continue to be murky as hell.

Convenient, that Fyodor’s ability also comes with a bit of teleportation, as he got from mid-Europe to Japan right quick.

I still need to know more about the war and I despair of ever receiving that info.

Love that all this is going down between Fyodor, Fukuchi, and Fukuzawa (too many fs) and Atsushi is just there like oh right I have a main character oops. I really hope vampirism wipes Akutagawa’s memories so he just jumps into this situation completely discombobulated, it’d be so funny.

When will sassy grandpa (Mori) return from war?

Hey Natsume what’s up, think maybe this is a good time to intervene?

Where the hell is Kouyou?

#Bsd #bungou stray dogs #bungo stray dogs #bsd spoilers

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man-down-in-hatchet-town · 4 months

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On TCB Fans Being Annoying About Tinlightenment

So I got this response to this survey yesterday, and I spent pretty much all day thinking about it on-and-off (tragically, I do not have a very intellectually stimulating job). Reading it upset me a little more than it should have (the correct amount would have been zero), still upsets me a bit if we’re being honest, and I was kinda’ surprised by my own reaction. But the fact is, this person took time out of their day to fill out this little survey, and on the whole their responses were actually really informative and helpful. So, thank you, anonymous responder! Just because I didn’t like everything I read doesn’t mean I can’t be grateful to have read it.

So I’m gonna let you, and everyone else, in on a couple of little secrets (full response below the cut):

I kinda’ suspected at least one response like this one. Which is part of why my reaction surprised me so much.

The reason I suspected I’d hear this is that I… kinda’ agree? About the annoying part, anyways. I promise you, nobody is more annoyed about all the Tinlightenment promo posting I’ve done than I am. No one enjoys asking the internet for money. We’re not waking up going “oh boy, another day! I am so excited to find yet another new way to throw the same information into the void for the forty eighth time in a row!” Actually, it’s not exactly a void. It’s more like… constantly throwing crumbs into the ocean, hoping to save a fish but never knowing if anything actually gets eaten. And feeling annoyed/annoying the entire damn time.

But here we are, doing it anyway. And I would like my anonymous responder and anyone else who feels the same way to understand why.

Essentially, there’s no other choice that leads to Tinlightenment being funded. The internet is changing. It’s never been easier for small, independent creators, especially those just starting out, to make something and put it up online. But it’s also never been harder to get people to actually see what you’re making if, like TCB, you’re dealing with longer-form work that cannot simply be reduced to a TikTok-sized bite. Attention spans are gone, interest is spread incredibly thin, and everything is awash in content. Kickstarter algorithms have changed and grown in a way that benefits the website itself but hinders smaller indie creators, making it much harder to get people to look at your kickstarter than it used to be. (This is BAD, by the way.) If a kickstarter doesn’t have a grand enough start, and this one really didn’t, the algorithm will proceed to bury it even further. So it becomes vital to share it around. But why share it again, and again, and again—especially in the same community or to the same follower pool? Because, like I said, this place is an ocean. I don’t know about you guys, but I see an average of less than a tenth of the posts made by people I follow. I didn’t even know how much I was missing until I started actually having friends on here and realized I wasn’t seeing a lot of their stuff. So you gotta keep throwing out the line so that it will finally reach this different follower who might reblog it to be seen by this different follower, and so-on until it breaks containment and reaches some completely new eyes, like a former Spies Are Forever fan who may find their interest re-ignited. (And these posts have generated interest! I've seen it.) It’s a quest to spread the word as far as possible, when the internet is functioning in a way that wants to keep said word contained and concentrated. So it’s a bit of a Catch-22. We shut up about Tinlightenment in order to appease people who agree with my anonymous responder, and then all the buzz dies and the word stops and the kickstarter dies buried in the algorithm.

So, yeah, the old technique—TCB sets up the kickstarter and does their livestreams, the rest of us reblog it and maybe post the occasional promo but nothing too special—isn’t working. Sure, 50k in the first week sounds REALLY good on paper, but the first week is usually when the largest amount of fundraising happens, and if that pattern holds true Tinlightenment will not reach its goal by a long-shot. The backer numbers also weren’t/aren’t adding up to past campaigns. Joey isn’t live-streaming backer thank yous for his health. Corey isn’t raffling off Wigglys for the hell of it, or even as part of the original plan. The campaign is in trouble. Like TCB, we’ve found ourselves in the position of needing to switch up our technique without knowing how. So we try new thing after new thing in search of the best way to evolve. Unfortunately, it does lead to some people repeatedly encountering the same core message over and over again, but there you have it.

(We’re also fighting against history. Every big project officially announced by Starkid, Tin Can Bros, or Shipwrecked has ended up being realized. For a while, it really did feel like people just… passively assumed this one would happen as well. But Tinlightenment is different. They’re trying to raise a Starkid level of money despite not being Starkid, and have been pretty upfront that they can’t do this season at all without this influx of funding. And Kickstarter is all-or-nothing, remember. Tinlightenment stands a really good chance of being the first announced StarCanWrecked project to not get made, and that wasn’t really clicking with a lot of people. So we had to draw a thick line under that particular detail.)

And so there it is. A pretty basic overview of the technical “why” behind some of us being so pushy and annoying. It’s kinda’ unavoidable if we wish to fund Tinlightenment and avoid putting TCB into a financial hole that could temper any future projects for years to come. If you truly do find it so annoying, I would recommend blocking the “tinlightenment” tag for the rest of February. We do try to tag our shit (I did go back while writing this and see that I’d accidentally forgotten to tag the survey post. My apologies and the mistake has been corrected). Curate your experience!

Lastly, to be clear, I do not believe at all that this anonymous person is refusing to pledge because I annoyed them on Tumblr. They were not going to back anyway. They listed multiple other reasons in the “why aren’t you backing?” answer block and saved this particular comment for the “anything else you wanna say” space, so I think they were just a little annoyed and frustrated by an internet experience (join the club), were finally given a chance to express that feeling, and took to it with gusto. But if anyone out there truly is refusing to back solely because of annoying fan recruitment efforts…. Well, I’d ask if screwing over some fiercely indie creatives whose work you’ve enjoyed (through TCB, Starkid, or Shipwrecked), as well as over 900 other people, and also depriving yourself of a season of projects in the process (everything will be available for digital tickets!) is really worth getting one over on a handful of fans being temporarily annoying and passionate on the fans-being-annoying-and-passionate website. Especially when, by and large, they won’t ever even know. Like, do we really wanna prioritize being that petty?

#this got really long but honestly I would rather focus on stuff in my real life than spend more time editing it down any further #anyways may delete later but for now I had thoughts #tinlightenment #tin can bros

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thedawningofthehour · 6 months

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so while I've been reading doth---and I'm sure this is mostly cuz I'm a sucker for good family dynamics---I've been all for draxum and galois and Casey getting to be a good healthy family unit, and have been righteously annoyed on the family for not being able to see that Donnie and galois are two separate people now and trying to treat gale like he's still they're brother when he's now functionally NOT, but then I got thinking about how, if when Donnie got new memories and became galois 'Donnie' continued existing as like a spirit or something, how he would feel about current events. And. I came up with this.

"Oh, no no no no, no no NO NO NO!!! HOW DARE YOU? How dare you care about him? How dare you comfort him? YOU DID THIS! You're the one who gave him those traumas! You don't get to pretend you didn't do anything! You don't get to erase what you did to me, like it didn't happen! How dare you erase my life, erase ME like I didn't matter. Like you can just make up this perfect son without having to deal with such silly inconveniences as the CONSEQUENCES OF YOUR OWN ACTIONS. Because the stupid thing is, you do might have won me over. Because you DO have a point. I really didn't know about all the bloody history, or the reality of life for yokai. And maybe I would've been willing to help you with a less crazy plan. But what kind of fucking conversation starter is chaining someone to a table? It's YOUR fault I wasn't willing to compromise. I can forgive you for having a cause. But I find it fucking HILARIOUS that you think it's reasonable to, after KIDNAPPING ME, make one (1) offer to let me choose to help you, WITHOUT REALLY GIVING ME A CHOICE, and when I said no just going, 'WELP, I TRIED. TIME TO FUNCTIONALLY MYRDER THIS TEENAGER.' BECAUSE THATS WHAT YOU DID!! You shattered me and shoved my broken pieces back together to make this perfect new person, caring so much that my 'personality' was intact, like you can just pick and chose parts of me that you like and get rid of the rest. How dare you? How DARE you reduce me to that?

You know it will destroy him, don't you? He's smart, just like I was. Eventually, he'll find a piece of evidence that you can't explain away, or my family will finally find a way to get through to him, and he'll finally put two and two together and realize what you did. Who he used to be. And when he does---when he finds out you've been lying the entire time, that all his memories aren't real---you know it'll destroy him, don't you? who he is and who he used to be will slam back together, and it'll be like a meteor crashing into a moon, and there will be no survivors. He'll break into pieces so small that you won't be able to build anyone new out of it this time. and then you'll have no one. And it's all you're fault. And there's no avoiding it now. It's inevitable. And I hope you know that by taking the short cut and cutting away the pieces of me you didn't like, my history and my loyalty and my love for my family, you've put a count down on his existence. you only have so long left with him, and there's no minimizing the damage. I hope you know. And I hope it eats you up inside.

and I can't wait for it to happen.For it to all come crashing down on you. I hope he gets dragged from your arms. And I don't care if we suffer in the process. I'd kill Galois just to make you feel his loss. I would have died to keep myself from you."

So I mightve gone a little overboard (and also a little out of character, but I like to think rage does things to a person), but long story short I'm not voting for them to be a happy family by the end of this anymore :/

Sorry that this is stupid long haha

Thanks for writing! I do really love your fic. It makes me think deeply

Donnie saying he would kill Gale is...interesting. Carry on.

Donnie and Galois don't really have separate consciousnesses or anything, but...yeah, this works.

#donatello

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deepdonutkid · 11 months

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Matching wounds

Pair: Katniss Everdeen x Peeta Mellark (forever everlark)

Requested: none

Warnings: ptsd, nightmares, needles, tattoos, thought of self-harm

Summary: During the Victory Tour, she is more than just temped to seek Peeta’s comfort once more. Yesterday, she asked him to stay with her and he did. She doesn’t want to keep bothering him again with her horrors, because she knows, he would do it without batting an eye and she already feels guilty using him like that. But after one terrifying nightmare, her longing surpasses her conscience. Just when she sneaks to his train compartment, she is witnessing his very own pain.

A/N:

This is my first THG fic, please be gentle with me, I’m still unsure, how to portrait the characters. It’s not beta read!

it’s absolutely innocent but doesn’t feel like… Somehow it came out more sexual than I had imagined, but the analogy was right there

The fic takes place in CF after Katniss had the nightmare on the Victory Tour and Peeta helped her with it. I kept it mostly canon compliant, but u know… she felt guilty for sharing a bed with Peeta and I thought, well she would have been a little more resistant at first.

Also I have this headcanon, Peeta loves all kinds of art. Painting, drawing, body art, architecture… stuff like that

gif from @everlarking-always

By now I should be used to wake up sweaty, shaky and screaming, but I wasn’t. After all those years, one would come to think, it got easier, how wonderfully wrong one could be. I couldn’t handle this on my own accord and it was noticeable. Cinna, my styling team and finally Effie were giving me concerned looks.

The issue was handled Capitol Style. Effie shoved a pillbox in my direction, told me how much to take and send me off to sleep. Normally, I would trust medicine. It helped me a lot in the arena, the remedy for my physical pain. The burns, the cut, the stings, all of this went away with a cream or a plant or something else.

But when I had the first pill in my hand and rolled it around with my fingers, doubts were sneaking in. The bright pink pearl felt heavy, almost like a burden. Then I wondered, if I should lay my internal pain into the Capitol’s hands. Should I really do it their way? Just numb the symptoms instead of treating the cause.

Well, unfortunately, I didn’t have the luxury to think about this further. I had to function tomorrow. Hold a speech and smile for the camera. Look happy, act happy, but don’t actually be happy. Snow had me right there were he wanted me to. By holding hostage of my loved ones, he ensured, I would do anything he wanted me to. Even if it was against my very own belief.

And I was better at following orders, when I got a decent amount of sleep. It was really sad in a way, I’m not able to describe, but that was harder to swallow than that pill Effie gave me.

Of course, it didn’t help. Maybe that’s why I was so conscious about it in the first place. Or maybe I was just lacking the faith for things to get better in order to be better.

Just yesterday, I finally found relief. When I got up in the morning, was looking fresh and almost healthy. The dark circles under my eyes were gone and I was able to read my speech without any mistakes. However, on the inside I was still itching. Something bothered me and I couldn’t point it out until dinner.

My remedy smiled at me across the table, asking me, if I was enjoying my food. Something about the way he looked at me, made me uncomfortable. At first, I misplaced it as the usual amount of awkwardness between us, whenever he exuded his undying love for me, but I was wrong.

It was worse. Guilt was eating me alive. Nibbling on my soul. Then, it hit me. I was doing him wrong once more. Yesterday had been a mistake. Again, I was feeding him false hope. Not sending him away, when he lay next to me, was like poking at his wounds. Maybe even more cruel. Sticking the knife right back in, after he started to get over it.

We were avoiding each other since we got home. Now, we were making some progress again, I blew that all over the place by being so… needy for comfort. Any comfort, no… his comfort. It had to be his. Nobody knew how to help me but him. I didn’t even need to tell him, he just the right thing without being asked to.

That’s why, I shouldn’t slither in old habits. He kept me warm during the Games, not more, not less. By staying with him, I would only hurt him. And I couldn’t see his heart breaking again. At the train tracks in the middle of nowhere, he left something behind, something that was good and pure.

“No”, I kept whispering to myself, while walking in circles in my room. I shouldn’t, but I wanted. And this pressing feeling in my chest was crushing me more with every syllable coming from my mouth. Really, I was forcing myself to stay, and I was losing that fight.

My urge to feel safe once more was stronger than any coherent thought that crossed my mind. So, I stumbled through the dark train in my pajama, searching for him. Every noise that late at night was scary and every light was burning my eyes.

It took me back to a time, where I was little and my father was still alive. The house was so quiet and moonlight paved my way through the darkness. Then I would sneak into my parent’s bed. My father would grown and my mother sigh, but they took me in nevertheless. It was a bit cramped up there, with all of us in one bed. I never felt safer than.

Perhaps, I was longing to recreate that moment ever since.

Barefooted and brave, I was fighting the darkness. My steps echoed through the corridor, only being muffled once I reached the carpeted area before his compartment.

This need kept me going, even when doubts and worries tried to take me back. These thoughts were trying to bring me to reality, but failed. Only the sound of his muted pant could. Suddenly, I was very aware of my surroundings.

Before I knew, what I was doing, my hand was at the door knob and pulling it aside. The revelation was both, scaring and confusing at the same time. In the glimpse of a second, I had thought about every possible threat and I was ready to deal with any opponent.

However, nothing in my life had prepared me for this scene before my eyes. He was lying in bed, half-naked by the way, and was jabbing his leg with a thick needle. And even in this glim dose of light, I noticed how his fair skin was smeared with his own blood.

While I was still processing, what I just had witnessed, he was pulling the blanket over his leg.

“Katniss”, he hissed with worried eyes: “Why didn’t you knock?” He didn’t even seem surprised to see me in the middle of the night, but he was certainly concerned that I entered without making myself known first.

Well, I thought, he probably wanted to cover up himself. No… his mess. The things he did to himself and all the pain he has been going through since leaving the arena. I know, he must have been suffering just like I did. We had matching wounds… physically and mentally and while those on our bodies have washed away, the others would burden us for the rest of our lives.

But still, I couldn’t understand. Why would he hurt himself like this? After the Games, after everything, why add more pain?

I walked over to him and pulled the blanket away. He was gripping it tight, but eventually gave in once I breathed: “Why?”

All the sudden, he was wrapping his arms around me. His hand was patting my back. Then I realized, I was crying. Tears were running down my cheeks. Once again, he was comforting my pain, swallowing his own.

“It’s nothing.”, he whispered against my hairline.

I sought this, but not like this. So, I shoved him away and snarled: “It’s not nothing!”

One second to the next, his eyes drew dark. He bit his lip and gulped, while avoiding my gaze.

After a while, he said: “Well, then it’s not like you think it is.”

“I know, what I saw, Peeta.”, I argued, crossing my hands before my chest: “You were hurting yourself. There was blood for fucks sake!”

Instead of answering, he just chuckled, which made me incredibly mad, and then he turned around to the lamp on his nightstand. The flash of light was filling the room and burning my eyes at the same time.

Once I got used to the brightness, I looked at him again. He was really just wearing his underwear. I turned on him.

Technically I had seen him with less, but this felt way more private then next to a river, while he was literally dying. This was intimate in a way I had not expected.

“Look at me!”, he insisted loud and instant, but I shuddered so hard, I heard him say pleading: “If you want to know the truth…”

I pushed the last doubts away and glared over my shoulder. Peeta was way too close to me. All those details I could see. Yes, all those scars were gone. Even Cato’s slash on the upper left leg, which I treated so frantically, was now perfectly normal skin. Maybe that’s why the black stain just above where the injury used to be stood out so much.

My hand was reducing the distance between us inch by inch. Finally, I placed my fingertips on his hip, felt his skin on mine. He let out a hiss, but didn’t move.

“Why is it black?”, I wondered, still looking at the wound. There was a darker line, which was even puffier than the rest.

Peeta blinked. Once, twice. Then he laughed again. I pulled my hand away, while he retorted: “It’s ink. I’m bored. I can’t sleep and the pain keeps me focused.”

Now I was the one to be lost in translation. “Katniss, it’s a tattoo.”, he chuckled: “It’s really not that bad. I swear, I wouldn’t do anything serious and leave you all by yourself.”

That was a lot to take in. I had a thousand questions, but I had to start somewhere. “What’s the idea? I mean… what are you trying to draw there?” My fingers are itching to touch him again. Somewhere in the depts of my mind, I still hear him panting.

He was suggesting me to sit down next to him. So, I did, even though I wasn’t as close to him, as I wished to be. “Don’t freak out, but… it’s going to be an arrow.”, he confessed.

“Like my arrows?”

“Yes, like the one that saved me from bleeding to death.”

I frowned. Coming to think of it, all I did was trying to forget the Games, but he was putting a reminder of his worst moment there on his body. Like a constant warning. “Why?”

He took my hand and rubbed it with his thumb, which he had done before a million times, but only with cameras around. This was probably the first time he was showing me affection not meant for the public eye. His bright blue eyes were piercing me with a soft and tender look, when he spoke: “I want to appreciate surviving.”

How could he keep saying stuff like that? I couldn’t quite grasp it and started raising my eyebrows at him. Without any words from my part, he explained: “My immediate thought after Reaping was… I am not going to survive this. The only thing I could manage to do was to help you get out of the arena. And everybody else seemed to agree with me on that, whether it was my mother or Haymitch, Ceasar or even the Game makers. Except you.”

A gulp went down my throat. That was the very talk I feared. The next sweeping declaration of love was on his lips.

“I’m grateful to live, even with the tour, even with the uprisings, even with Snow threatening us and all the nightmares… because just months ago I was very convinced, I would be rotting in a grave right now. Somehow, I’m not. And sure, I wasn’t too excited, when you told me, what you did in the arena, but you still managed the unthinkable. By accident you proved all of them wrong, who said, the only thing I can do for you is die.

And when I thought of this, I realized what I had to do. As somewhat of an artist, I bleed ink and paint. So, I just grabbed a needle and started a while ago with two letters. K and E.”

At least he did not mention love, but he did put my initials on his body. I had no answer to all of this. There was just this big relief, he wasn’t hurting himself.

Peeta took a tissue and cleaned the spot on his hips with a bit of water. After a moment of silence, I fumbled for words to say: “It doesn’t look like the tattoos from the Capitol… I like it.”

“Yeah, didn’t you know, there are different styles of tattoos. Some of them are ancient.”, Peeta beamed: “I have a book about it back home. My friends gave it to me for my fifteenth birthday and I hid it under my bed most of the time, because I was afraid my mom would find out.” A nervous chuckle left his lips. “I only read it at night, but I always wanted a tattoo. Just not like the ones from Capitol.”

I didn’t know, he was so into that topic. Slowly, I began to relax, while an idea was forming in my head. “Can you give me one as well?”, I asked with a smile.

His eyes widened with surprise. “You want me to give a tattoo?”

“Yes, I think that’s what I said.”, I nodded.

“Which motive do you have in mind?”

Now I had to think. I was sure, he would try to stop me, but somehow, I really wanted to know, what it feels like. Having a reminder like this on your skin. But what I liked to be reminded of? Peeta chose his survival, maybe I should choose mine. Not from the arena of course, but the one, that made me who I am.

“Can you do a little loaf of bread?”, I wondered. A part of me was pleased with the idea, getting a tattoo similar to his. Just like our matching wounds. “And two letters… P and M.”

Suddenly he got up from the bed and walking around. Then he stopped, turning to me, he reassured himself: “You want this?”

“I do, Peeta”, I insisted: “Now hurry up, we don’t have much time left before sunrise.”

“Let me just…”, he mumbled, while running around in his compartment: “grab my utensils and we can start right away.”

Curiously I watched his movements. He was quick, but he sure knew what he was doing. “Where do you want to get it?”

The sound of low thinking left my lips. “Uhmm… I don’t know… nobody where my mother can see it… or Effie. I assumed you would to it on the same spot as yours. On the hip.”

Peeta cleaned his needle with alcohol and grinned goofily at me. “What?”

“You know you’ll have to undress yourself for that… procedure.”

Blood flushed my cheeks and I tried to hide it by looking away. “It’s no problem”, I said, like a liar and started peeling down my pajama pants.

Revealing my legs like that, made me squirm internally. On the outside, I played it down.

When he came back to the bed again, I opened my mouth to say something, but no words escaped. They were stolen from me. “Now lay down and try to relax.”, he demanded.

I tried to follow but while I was robbing over the sheets, my thighs got so warm. It was probably just the flurry. Once again, I gulped.

His hand reached my chin and was caressing it with such tender. “I promise it won’t hurt that much.”, he uttered: “I could never hurt you, not in a million years you know that.”

The sound of his voice ran shivers over my entire body. “No.”, I pleaded: “I’m ready.”

With the utmost care he hovered his hands over my chest, finally placing his fingers on my hip. A moan escaped my throat involuntarily.

He laid down between my legs. “Should it face you or me?” It was a weak attempt to calm me down, but it was helping me regaining my focus.

“Me”, I whimpered, mentally preparing myself of the pain to come. At first, I tried to look away, but then I was to curious, how it would look like. A needle entering my skin.

Heavy breaths shook my chest. Apparently so much, he noticed and glared up with a concerned expression. “We don’t have to do this, you know? Maybe you need time to think about this. It can’t be undone.”

I lift myself up a bit and protested: “No, I want to do this. I really do and there is no better time than now.” Every bit of me is possessed with the desire to understand him. His pain, especially. After all the things he did for me, I owe him at least that.

Peeta nodded firmly and lean back down. His underarm was resting on the inside of my thigh. Once the needle was soaked with ink, he put it in. There was somewhat of a resistance at first, but one the needle passed, it went right through. Since I was prepared, I didn’t flinch. My muscle tensed nevertheless.

There was this pain, not strong and overtaking like the tracker jacker stings, but exciting and new. It gave me goosebumps all over my body. So that was, what Peeta was feeling like. He covered it up, so nobody could see it.

But he showed it to me. Now we had a dark secret. One that only belonged to us and nobody else.

Bravely, I clung to the silk sheets of his bed as he proceeded. With every stich of the needle, I became more and more sure, this was what I wanted. What I needed. A companion in the darkness and who would be better than the boy with the bread, whose wounds matched mine.

After the tattoo was done, I was unable to move and fell asleep with Peeta next to me. He wrapped his hands around me and I felt safe once more. Once I stopped thinking about guilt and shame, it was ridiculously easy. This time I came to stay.

#katniss x peeta #peeta mellark #everlark #thg fanfiction #katniss everdeen

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sublimecatgalaxy · 2 years

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I peeped into your prompt list and was inspired to request a Billy Hargrove x fem!reader fic 👀

“I don’t bite. Unless you’re into that sort of thing”

And

“I really don’t like you”- “and I really don’t believe you”

But it’s an enemies to lovers trope where they end up being soulmates. Also, Billy survives the Mind Flayer. Please and thank you! 💕✨

Of course! This might be one of the only things I write tonight since I have surgery and wanna go to bed a little early but I hope you all like this.

This is lovely and non-canon so Billy isn't the worst ever in whatever universe this takes place in! :D Sorry for any typos!

"Max, stop, do not leave me to deal with him-"

"I'm sorry! Just tell him I went home with El or something!" The redhead cringes, throwing me a sorry smile before skipping away, hand in hand with Lucas, loud giggles leaving them as they hop on their bikes. They're gone as quickly as they came, leaving me alone in front of the arcade, waiting anxiously for Billy to show up.

Saving his life at Starcourt apparently earned me unlimited free rides.

But the only time that I actually take him up on the offer is when I'm riding home with Max but today she had other plans, leaving me completely at Billy's mercy, awkward and squeamish in his presence.

There's always been a sense of fear that I've felt in his presence, before it was because he was possibly the biggest douche a person could ever meet, but now it's because he's nicer, gentler, quieter. He's different than he used to be in all of the best ways but he still has a sense of humor that takes you off guard, flirty eyes and a wild imagination that he has written out across his forehead.

He's forward. I'm not.

My arms shake at my side as I watch him zoom into the parking lot, slowing down right in front of me as he rolls down his window. He looks around briefly, clicking his tongue as he slides his sunglasses off of his nose.

"She go with Lucas again?" He asks, a small smile on his lips as I step up to the car with a huff, hoisting my backpack further onto my shoulders with a shrug.

"I'm supposed to tell you she went with El." My eyes squint in the bright light of the sun that rests above me, blinding me from BIlly's heated gaze, his eyes traveling up and down the expanse of my frame.

"Not like I care anymore- get in." He reaches over to pop the door open, before returning to his cool composure, one hand on the wheel, one on his thigh. It's hard to ignore the way his fingers curl around the leather wheel, clenching so hard to the point where his knuckles turn white. "You all freaked cuz you don't have your ginger, emotional support child with you?" He teases as I slip down into the seat beside him, my whole body flushing at his implication that I somehow need Max to function around him. He's not wrong.

"Shut up." I mutter, clutching my bag to my chest as he puts the car into drive with a chuckle, shaking his head at my simple answer. A few moments go by, a shit eating grin on Billy's lips as he sneaks a few glances at me, looking at me above his tinted glasses.

"Ya know, I don't bite, not unless you're into that thing." He snickers, adjusting himself in his seat as his hand moves to rest on the shift, inching closer and closer to me with every minute that goes by.

"Billy, shut it." I huff, trying to keep my bashfulness at bay but the minute my words come out, they're quivered and nervous, completely evident that he's making me more nervous than angry.

"I'm so right, you know it. You're intimidated by me and maybe it's cuz you actually like me." He's not wrong and he knows it, his eyes knowingly glancing over my dumbfounded expression as my lips part in quiet shock. But the longer we sit at this red light and look at each other, the more I feel giddy and excited at the attention he's giving me, a happy smile eventually stretching across my face.

"I really don't like you." I whisper, his grin only growing at the lies.

"And I really don't believe you." With a smirk, he drives off from the red light before turning abruptly, laughing at the sight of my brows that pull together in innocent confusion "Come on, give me a chance. I'll buy you lunch." He nods at the small diner up on our left, eyes hopeful and excited. I bite at my lip as I ponder the possible options in front of me, but there's only one answer I can give.

If I were to say no, Max would have my head.

"Fine but the only reason I'm going is for food." I offer, folding my arms over my chest as he grins toothily, giving me a stern nod before pulling into the diners parking lot.

"Deal."

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#billy #billy x reader #billy hargrove #billy hargrove x reader #stranger things #stranger things fic

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crying-fantasies · 6 months

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The talk (and the lack of it in the right moment)

Masterlist

Eukarians or beast formers in general share a lot with organics, if you thought humans look a lot like cybertronians then you haven't seen an eukarian before, most of them not only have physical and physiological that functions like an organic organism, they can eat meat and vegetables of things on the colony since every living being there has some degree of energon in their bodies too, their bodies can change and heal faster, be more sustainable, all thanks to the blessings of Onyx Prime!

Still, there are some necessities coming along with it (it was the necessity to have a bigger army)

Every orbital cycle, sometimes more times than others depending on the tribe and alt mode, Eukarians initiate mating protocols and start to go along with it, Cheetor isn't exactly sure how it goes with the other tribes but generally most single or conjuxless bots try to catch the attention of others, if there is attraction then they can interface, if things go smoothly both will sparkbond and become conjunx, get sparked and take care of the resulting sparkling, that's the best one could hope for, but there really are some that just do the do and then they are gone, leaving the other bot fending for themselves and the sparkling, happens more times than not since some have it in their CNA behavior of their alt mode or because they are a pain in the aft.

"Huh, I thought we couldn't reproduce" the unsaid question is good while you keep on putting ice packs around him.

"You spend too much time with cybertronians" Cheetor almost looks annoyed, he doesn't have any problem with other bots but he wasn't pleased with the ideas they gave to his sparkling, "we can reproduce"

"Totally normal for bots, peachy"

"No idea why cybertronians lost their own, who knows, really, but we can do it as easy as we can expect a new spark to emerge from Chela's body" Cheetor wants to pet the head of his sparkling, but the threatening sound coming from Viperus intake is enough to stop and go back, "just like you"

"It's troublesome"

Well, indeed it is, some bots get it harder than others, when Cheetor was given the explanation of why his energon lines were burning hot or why he wanted to have any contact with any surface around he said the same thing in between a yowling roar before collapsing on the nearest surface, the cold floor or a cold stone were always the best options, there was also the idea of courtship or the occasional fragging to please the protocol for a while, but it was so taxing to keep at it without opening his spark chamber and end up bonding by accident, the idea to sire wasn't his main priority at the moment.

That's how it went for a while, at least before humans arrived to the colony, most bots took immediate pity or discomforting anxiety with them, so soft they looked like easy prey, so vulnerable that many took humans in their servos or paws to get them back to the space bridge before somebot stepped on someone or a bigger prey took them away, going along the "Oh, for Onyx Prime's sake, how can your be so soft" that quickly changed it's worried tone to one of amusement accompanied with some gentle poking, Cheetor has always been a curious youngling and that didn't change when he got humans around he quickly noticed how soft their hands were.

Maybe it wasn't the best, much less when they got wind of how things went for organics.

"You what?"

"Ah, it's totally normal, we go around this more times than not"

"You what?!"

Femmes like organics bleed and don't die, they smell like carrier in certain days, mech like organics let out pheromones that shout they can go at it anytime.

How did your species survive for so long?

It was an eruption of worry and excitement all over again, Cheetor would have been happy to know before, but alas, every bot older than him seemed to forget about his inexperience just like when his first protocol took over and he was now at the mercy of his starting mating protocol with you around, it was embarrassing enough as it was but he didn't had a nice and clear working brain processor when his face shoved in your midsection before going south when you were petting the fur around his shoulder plates.

You asked if he was okay while shoving his head away, the denial and rejection hitting him harder than you really believed, looking at his hurt expression, like someone just punched him in the stomach while he tried to escape, he didn't want it to go this way, Cheetor knew you saw him like a new spark even when he was millions of years older than you, he didn't want to be put under a way more unwanted light for you.

"I'm sorry, are you alright?"

He was a fool to think you would be anything but soft and worried for his wellbeing, he didn't want to take advantage, so he only accepted the occasional scratch of your nails on his derma,the next time it happened he was mentally ready while also asking you beforehand if you wanted to be with him in that way.

Having an affirmation and a loving new flustered look on you did nothing but make his engine going when your usually kind scratches started to go where he wanted, you were a little insecure about it but he guided your hand back to his interface panel with gentle servos and ventilation system going overboard, giddiness and heat coiling deep on his tank while he rubbed his face plate to your cheek before kissing it fervently when he finally moved away his modesty plate and you touched in curiosity what you could, making Cheetor moan while almost overwhelming you with the weight of his body over yours before stopping himself and start to touch you too.

Mating protocols are such a pain.

It's nothing to worry about for him now, since he has you and a healthy bond in between, a healthy sparkling already old enough to fend for himself that was raised by you both, in terms of his people, this is the best outcome possible.

Not the same can be said for his poor sparkling.

"Well, we only have the huge urge to reproduce once a orbital cycle, not that you can't interface out of that time" he tries to be calm about this and the whole ordeal, could have been ideal to talk about it before hand? Probably, he didn't thought about it at the moment, "but since your carrier is human, and frame like male humans can reproduce everytime and frame like femmes get one earth month cycle..." Cheetor trails on his own words, looking at Viperus with apologetic optics, totally knocked out on the floor of his dark hab suit, coiled on his own large body with a frame so hot it had condensed water like sweat everywhere, "and since you have a spike and a valve like me..."

"And we don't exactly know if you can get some kind of human STD..." You add while cleaning your baby's burning derma.

He had such a furious look on his faceplate, rightfully so.

"Why didn't you two think twice before going head first on alien junk?"

There wasn't a necessity with the already said implications and the terrible heat and rut his own circuits and energon was suffering.

"I hate you both so much"

"We know you don't mean it"

"We love you too, Viper"

#reader insert #x reader #tf mtmte #transformers x reader #transformers #transformers idw #transformers x human reader #bw cheetor #beast wars #idw cheetor #cheetor x reader #cheetor #transformers oc

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mandana-the-service-pup · 1 year

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You guys. My blood pressure has been incredibly normal for 5 days. And I can hardly believe it but my heart rate hasn’t gone above 120s at all in the last couple days. I still have a lot of symptoms like fatigue, pain, etc but I’m so bewildered. I literally just woke up one day w/o POTS like what?!

Average Day VS Today

Over the last yr my daily average max HR has increased from 130-150s to 170-190s. In October & December I had three separate episodes that felt like a heart attack but ekg didn’t show a heart attack. Blood pressure has been 140/90 (daily high) with a max measured at 197/96. Then I just wake up one day and my heart rate is 50-120s and my blood pressure is consistently 110s/80s and it’s not show any signs of getting worse?!?!

Here is my current theory:

Back in like 2018 I was really struggling with a lot of things. Besides HR problems I was having issues with nocturia (TMI // waking up multiple times to pee at night). My dr at the time put me on fludrocortisone. It helped retain some of my blood volume which slightly improved some of my POTS symptoms and stopped the nocturia. I completely forgot I even had that symptom until October of this year when a Cardiologist took me off the fludrocortisone. Besides worsening my typical symptoms, the nocturnia immediately came back and no amount of management was helping.

On Jan 14th? 2023 I decided to use my service dogs red laser therapy jacket (Spectra Laser Therapy XL jacket) to help with my back pain. Long story short the vet recommended red laser therapy for a muscle strain in Mandanas back and it has helped her immensely. I thought maybe my EDS was causing my lower back to hurt at night, so on a whim I decided to sleep on top of the laser jacket (low lvl laser with programmed intervals meant to be used for hours at a time) to see if it would help. Not only did it help the back pain which I had expected but since that first night of using it the nocturia has been completely gone. I’ve been able to go 2-3 days without using it without the nocturia coming back and it seems like the more days I use it the more permanent the results are becoming and the longer I can go between uses. I’ve been using it on & off for two weeks and five days ago I noticed my blood pressure & heart rate have started to stabilize.

The tricky part is that due to a ruptured fibroid that could have caused the heart crisis in Oct-Dec I had to go on birth control (Slynd) to try to get my bleeding under control. I was on it for a couple months and just stopped taking it. I didn’t see any change in my blood pressure or heart rate when I started Slynd so I don’t know why stopping it would suddenly fix everything but I wanted to mention this bc I stopped taking it after the nocturnia was solved but about the time the blood pressure & heart rate got better. Because there are multiple variables I have no way of knowing if it’s the red laser therapy that has helped or if its some how related to the short course of birth control.

I’m not trying to claim some magical cure, but y’all have watched me struggle every day for almost three years on Tumblr. I cannot ignore this sudden turn of events simply bc it’s too unbelievable. I’ll keep posting updates as they come. I’m afraid to get my hopes up but this proves my body is capable of functioning normally and that is incredibly encouraging.

Also, when I first got my diagnosis of POTS years ago I was told by the specialist that sometimes people just wake up cured and we have no idea why. It sounds like a fairytale but after the week I’ve had I’m beginning to believe it might be real.

#dysautonomia #postural orthostatic tachycardia syndrome #ehlers danlos syndrome #hashimotosthyroiditis #gastroparesis #mast cell activation syndrome #chronic illness community #disabled community

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wind-becomes-lightning · 1 year

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Thank you for waiting, @butter--peanut! you waited so long that the we met twice since you sent this! :D And I'm not sure how much you will like what I did but I hope it is alright <3 Also I am a dum dum and posted this accidentally while trying to save it as a draft and so I had to delete it again which is why the ask itself is gone. sorry!

Uchiha Obito / Hatake Kakashi

Hokage! Obito AU

Rated G

2201 words

Ao3 link [x]

for @obito-week: hokage & mission & duty

Obito takes care of a very exhausted Kakashi after he returns from a multi week mission.

Shizune left with what felt like a mountain of paperwork and Obito let his head fall onto the desk in front of him. It was another really late night, later than it reasonably should have been and he wondered not for the first time how Minato-sensei had handled all the workload with a child waiting for him at home when Obito could barely function and didn’t also have parental duties to fulfil.

It was godsent that Shizune was able to help out as much as she did and that she too was free to spend the evenings with her more or less exhausted boss in his office without complaining too much. If she hadn’t been around he probably would have never gotten any sleep anymore.

Not that Obito would have wanted to change really, he was still very happy to have been able to fulfil his dream of Hokage, especially with his student Naruto hot at his heels about the position, no matter how hard it could be from time to time. His former classmates were always ready to help him out and be supportive, especially and most importantly Kakashi of course.

As if he had heard Obito think about him, Kakashi appeared to smoke. Obito’s head shot up to see the other sway from side to side and then fall forward. Obito was quick enough to catch Kakashi before he could hit the ground, he seemed more exhausted than Obito felt, if that was even possible.

“You’re back!” Obito said helped Kakashi stand upright again. “Is everything alright with you?”

Kakashi still had his ANBU mask on, but Obito didn’t need to see the low eyelids hanging over his mismatched eyes to know he could barely keep them open. “Reporting in from my mission,” Kakashi murmured and then added a completely unnecessary, “..Sir.”

“Nonsense, “Obito said and grabbed him tighter. “We are going home. No more mission reporting for today.” He predicted Kakashi’s protest before the other man could make it and wrapped his arms around him to transport him to their apartment with kamui. He had not said goodnight to Shizune but surely she would have guessed that he had finally gone home if she’d returned to his office.

Kakashi’s head leaned against Obito’s shoulder and he almost lost balance when they materialised in the middle of their living room. Obito took the mask off and Kakashi’s eyes below them looked tired and empty. Something surely must have happened while he was on the mission.

With soft force he pushed Kakashi to sit down on the couch and then he slowly snapped open all the buckles on the ANBU vest to get it off of him. They had spent enough years together that Obito knew exactly how to open it and open it fast, so it was no problem that Kakashi was not complying.

There were some wounds, light cuts at the arms and some at Kakashi's neck and back. Obito went over them carefully trying to assess how deep and dangerous they might be. His healing jutsu was not especially good and he cursed himself that he hadn’t waited for Shizune to come back to his office to help him. Shizune could have taken care of these in no time.

Each movement Obito did over one of the cuts drew a groan of pain out of Kakashi’s mouth, but when Obito looked up his eyes were still half closed. He wasn’t sure if his partner was awake or sleep walking, but he was thankful that he had made his way home at least.

“Have you eaten?” Obito asked softly and helped Kakashi out of his sandals.

The other man groaned. That probably meant “no”, Obito concluded.

He got up and took a bowl of miso soup out of their fridge and warmed it, always looking over his shoulder to make sure Kakashi wasn’t falling asleep. He needed to get his wounds cleaned, eat and take a shower before he could do that. Obito needed to keep him awake until then at least.

Both hadn’t seen each other for about a month at this point. While Obito didn’t like endangering Kakashi with long missions that would take him multiple weeks to finish, Kakashi always insisted on taking on everything that was potentially dangerous. This was probably one of his hang ups that he had retained from their childhood. Though Obito had found his way back, Kakashi had never truly forgiven himself for how Rin died.

Besides, Kakashi knew he was their best operative and that leaving missions to him, no matter how dangerous, meant that they would be perfectly taken care of. Obito knew that too, obviously, no matter how much he had denied it when he was younger. So now that Obito was in charge he had no option but to let Kakashi continue doing long missions like this, despite how his stomach hurt whenever he had to give them to Kakashi.

Obito walked back over and put the miso soup down in front of Kakashi who miraculously was still awake. “Eat,” Obito said softly and when Kakashi didn’t react he took the spoon himself, put one hand in Kakashi's long unkempt silver hair and offered him the soup on a spoon for him to eat.

“You don’t have to…” Kakashi said, the red on his face giving away how embarrassed he was by the situation. But Obit knew no mercy when it came to making sure his boyfriend took care of himself. So he filled the spoon again and then offered it to Kakashi one more time. Kakashi, probably too tired to argue about it, just ate, mouth closing and opening like he was a machine.

When Obito put the spoon down the last time, Kakashi let his head fall onto his shoulder again. “I need to tell you what happened to finish my mission,” he murmured.

“What you need is sleep,” Obito repeated without missing a beat.

Kakashi nuzzled his head into Obito’s neck and it gave Obito heartburn how cute he looked even though he was so exhausted right now.

“I don’t think I could relax if I haven’T reported my mission findings to the Hokage,” Kakashi murmured, “That is how you finish a mission after all, don’t you remember that was how they taught us in the academy?”

Obiuto sighed. Yes, that was how a mission was finished, that was what they had learned in their final academy year. But back then nobody had taken into account that the Hokage might be your partner and that the Hokage might be Obito, who was more than content to wait until the next day.

“Fine,” he said, knowing that Kakashi, always the one who strictly wanted to adhere to the rules, would never give in. “Report to your Hokage.”

Kakashi’s eyes opened as if Obito had someone activated a seal inside of him that let him function normally. “Lord Fifth,” he said, “The operation you sent me out to do has been finished successfully.”

Obito raised a brow: “So you eliminated the entire cult?”

“Everyone,” Kakashi said. “I even tracked down the founder who was in hiding. This is the reason I took a week longer than I should have, I also want to apologise for that.”

“Oh shut up”, Obito knocked his head against Kakashi. “So is the danger over?”

Kakashi looked at him. “For now Konoha is definitely safe, there won’t be any more raids on the rice farmers at the border. Suna has expressed thank you for the help because their wind farmers were also affected. And of course,” he grabbed his jacket and took a scroll out, “I have the formula for the resurrection jutsu they tried to use.”

Obito wondered if it was the same one Minato-sensei had received from Orochimaru’s experiments, but he wasn’t going to check it today. He nodded and put the scroll into his own bag, then he looked forward: “Good work, Hound. You are dismissed.”

“Thank you, sir,” Kakashi said and then slumped forward instantly. Obito held him up again, grabbing tightly around the other man’s shoulders.

He had never been in the ANBU himself and he wasn’t close enough to Tenzo-kun to know if this behaviour was normal for an ANBU operative, that they could not relax until they felt like they had successfully finished their mission, but Kakashi definitely was like that. Now that he seemed satisfied with having given his report his whole body seemed like it had lost a big weight.

“Don’t sleep,” Obito said, “You need to wash yourself first.” Kakashi’s eyelids fluttered but he could barely open them. Luckily Obito was a little bulkier and just a little taller than Kakashi so he pushed him up onto his feet again and with very little help from the man himself brought him to the bathroom.

Obito knew he couldn’t just fill the tub and leave Kakashi alone in it, because he couldn’t trust that Kakashi wouldn’t just fall asleep and sink below the surface. So after he had undressed the other man, he undressed himself too. Now naked Obito could see even more bruises on Kakashi’s body and he made a mental note to summon Kakashi tomorrow so he could hear more details about the past mission.

Kakashi flinched when Obito turned on the shower head over him. “Stay still,” Obito ordered and Kakashi put his head on Obito’s shoulder again. “You should be more careful next time, you know.” Obito made sure to clean out any wound he could find. His healing jutsu might not be good enough to take care of any of these today, but he could at least make sure they wouldn’t get infected to be worse before Shizune or Sakura would have the opportunity to look at them. “You really don’t have to do these long term missions alone or… at all.”

“Hmm,” Kakashi managed to say, which was probably his way of trying to protest without actually having the strength to really do it. Obito ignored it just like he would have ignored it if i had said his usual “I am good at it and you know it too”, retort that Obito had heard too many times.

The bathtub beeped to indicate that they could now enter if they wanted, but Kakashi was breathing so deeply on Obito’s shoulder that he worried that the other man had already fallen asleep right there, even with water running down all over his head. It was therefore better, he decided, that Kakashi would get to bed as soon as possible. Obito could still take a bath once his partner had slipped away.

“You will have to hold yourself up for a moment so I can get a towel,” Obito said softly and Kakashi opened his eyes just far enough so he could maybe see Obito as a shape in front of him. Still, he leaned back against the wall behind him and let Obito get up to find something so they could both be dried up.

Kakashi would have to sleep naked, Obito decided, not only because he didn’t think that he could force the man into new clothing, but also because he was convinced that the moment Obito had pulled him into the bedroom he would just pass out and not wake up for the next three days. Obito would just make sure the blanket around Kakashi was tight and kept him warm and then worry about clothing in the morning when he himself had had some sleep.

He strung an arm around Kakashi again and this time the other man got up himself. Obito slowly walked him out the bathroom and to the bedroom. Their shared apartment was not very big though as Hokage Obito had been offered better lodgings he had been attached to this place, the very first one Kakashi and he had shared, and declined moving. This seemed like a good choice now because even the usual five steps to the bedroom seemed very long with a heavy man that basically needed to be dragged.

“How did you even make it home in this state, you idiot,” Obito said with a shake of his head when he finally let Kakashi down onto the soft bed sheets. “You can barely even lift a finger.”

Kakashi let him turn him over so he could get the blanket beneath him and watched though low lidded eyes how Obito packed him in to keep him warm.

“Because I wanted to see you,” Kakashi whispered.

Obito hadn’t expected him to say anything and only half listened, so he turned his head: “What?”

“I needed to get back home, because I wanted to see you,” Kakashi repeated.

“Oh,” Obito felt the blush on his cheeks instantly. “Don’t- don’t get sappy now and sleep, idiot.” But he still leaned forward to give Kakashi a kiss on his wet forehead.

When he stood up straight again he saw that Kakashi was already fast asleep, a peaceful smile on his face. “You’re so stupid, saying things like that,” Obito murmured and sat down next to the bed, his head in his arms so he could keep his eyes on Kakashi’s face.

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