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vimara00 · 5 months

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Hello everyone, It's Vi! 💕 I had some 'Shoto vibes' today so I decided to write something about him. As always I hope you enjoy! Please comment, like or send me requests on my DMs (I don't know how it's called on Tumblr jajaja)

All characters reservations yo Horikoshi

Warnings: toxic relationship (not with Shoto) and swearing but fluff💕

~Always~ ShotoTodoroki

• Shoto and y/n had been friends since they entered the UA. Well, actually that's not so true...it took time for Todoroki to get used to others but the more he knew her, the more the walls he had put around himself where trembling down. It was a slow process but Shoto realized his days were better when she's around and that he smiled more just at the thought of seeing s/o but those things had nothing to do with his growing feelings for her...right?! He indeed liked her as more that a friend but she wasn't supposed to know about this till it was too much for his heart to take

• One of the reasons He never made a move (a part from being a coward) was because she already had a relationship or more specifically a toxic relationship. For someone who wasn't given enough love and care as a child, he could see miles away how terribly it was. She was always the one who ended up hurt by the asshole's sharp and cruel words, the one who took to much space and time and that would never be enough for him not matter how much she tried. He treated her as something that belonged to him, something he could show off to his stupid friends. He had so much power over her when he laughed about her dreams of becoming a hero in front of everyone saying he'll let her play the heroine but they all know she'll be just his pretty wife. And everyone was laughing, except her and Shoto, who wanted to throw up.

• With all he might, Todoroki wished to take her out of that relationship (and burn that idiot alive but that wasn't too heroic, was it?). However, y/n, who had such a beautiful soul, too kind for this world and even more kinder for that man, always ended up forgiving him and justifying his actions after the promises that 'he'll change, he'll grow, he'll be better' (quoting Maddie here hehehe)

Shoto had witnessed how abusive behaviors and unhealthy relationships could take an amazing woman to madness and he'd known that even if that asshole didn't fiscally abuse her, his words caught deeper than a knife. She tried so much to hide her low self-esteem but Shoto knew her better than she knew herself. He could see behind that fake smile and those eyes filled with sadness, how much she struggled to save her soul. At first, he had tried to convince her about leaving him but the last few weeks he came up with the idea of showing her how she should be treated. Not only the material things but the acts of service like making her favorite tea when she was studying or heating her hand when she was cold and the attention her boyfriend lacks off giving like just listening what her worries were or how her day went and remembering all she'd said by heart. It actually was not much work, he already did that but he added more enfasis to the lingering touches that she seemed to reciprocate. Shoto was sure she noticed his longing stares when they were watching a movie or how his hand always found hers when they were in a crowd room (cause he knows she hates being surrounded by many people) or the blushing mess he became when she'd found staring for too long. Todoroki could tell something in their friendship was changing and he couldn't be happier if it werent for the fact that the dickhead was still present in her life...

• However, He had enough when one night in particular that idiot decided to visit at the doorms and ruin their weekly movie marathon (the one Shoto and y/n always did in the common area when everyone was already sleeping but her boyfriend didn't have to know that she cuddle him under the covers that they shared) Apparently, he had important news to deliver so he proceeds to enlighten the mood by saying that he was offered an amazing job abroad and that she didn't have to keep on attending to that worthless school with those wannabe heroes and that she needed to hurry cause their plane leaves in three hours. Y/n open her mouth to protest but he interrupted her like always. To that idiot surprise and Shoto's too, y/n took a few steps closer to him and shouted 'STOP FUCKING TALKING! I'M TIRED OF YOU AND YOUR TWISTED GAMES. STOP LAUGHING ABOUT MY DREAMS AND MAKING ME FEEL LIKE I'M THE PROBLEM WHEN I COMPLAIN. I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF YOU! I'VE TOLERED TO MUCH OF YOUR BULLSHIT. I'M TIRED OF PRETENDING THAT I LOVE YOU CAUSE I DON'T. AND I WON'T GO ANYWHERE WITH YOU EVEN IF YOU WHERE THE LAST MAN OF EARTH. SOMEONE HAS ALREADY TOOK THE PLACE YOU SHOULDN'T HAVE HAD IN MY HEART AND SHOWED ME THAT I'M WORTH LOVING SO FUCK YOU!'

The room was silent and Shoto took this opportunity to grabbed that asshole and take him out the residence. Y/n will never know as Shoto would take it to the grave, that he had frightened her ex so he'll never come closer or even breath the same air as her EVER again

When he entered, he saw her trembling figure and the tears rolling down her cheecks and all he could do was embrace her body in hope of giving some comfort. Her face was against his chest as he caressed her hair delicately. Suddenly, she looked up at him and said 'I know its bad...you don't need to save me but would you stay by my side even after the storm?'

And Shoto responded firmly without a pause and without a doubt but with his entire being 'Always' and hugged her even harder

• A few days later, after things had calmed down, he confronted her about what she'd said and she confessed to him even if she wasn't sure that he'll reciprocate, she was glad that she found someone as great as him to love.

Shoto's had enough time to figured out exactly what he felt towards her so he make it his life mission to show her every day why he was worth of her love. No one will ever hurt her ever again and God forgive who'll try...

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talisidekick · 22 days

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*sips tea*

Got called "Mentally Ill", my life reduced to an "ideology" like my situation is a matter of belief not fact, and diagnosed with a condition I don't have by someone who's not a medical professional and I've never had a therapy session with, all in the same ask. Really paints a clear picture what being transphobic is about at it's core.

I don't go around telling people to go kill themselves for being cisgender. I don't call them "mentally ill" for not being transgender. I don't ignore medical science and unbiased study to diagnose them with conditions they don't have. I don't target what I perceive as their insecurities to try and make them feel bad or upset and make the mental conditions they do suffer from get worse. I don't tell them the world is better off without them. I don't wish them to be murdered to their face.

Me being transgender is no more an ideology than anyone in the world being cisgender. It's just a fact about my life that I live with and deal with on my path to become a happier, kinder, compassionate, empathetic, and more helpful person. What -is- an ideology, is going around telling people like me, with a past history of suicide, to go die because you believe we're not natural, that we're somehow a threat to the world for being born the way we are, denying any aspect of our experiences and lives that give us credibility in the face of your hatred, harm, and cruelty; and thinking we don't deserve equal rights, respect, and access to healthcare.

I'm transgender. I'm human. I'm not the asshole trying to make people suffer. I fight for equality, a kinder world, a more accepting world of people who are harmless and weird. None of us are free until all of us are. All of us deserve to be equal.

You've been reported, but I know you'll just make a new account to harass me. But that's okay, because every time one of you comes to attack me, the world sees who the true villain is. I can weather the pain you try to cause me, because after 26 almost 27 years now of it, I've learned to get back up and fight harder. It's all I know how to do. Because at the end of the day, if I can't fight for myself, I can fight for those next to me, I can fight for their equality.

#trans #transgender #mtf #talisidekick #talisidekick things #mtf trans #mtf girl #trans girl #trans woman #lgbt+#lgbtq+#lgbtqia+#2slgbtqia+#2slgbtqia #lgbtqia #lgbtq #lgbt #queer community

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pendragaryen · 5 months

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Happy new year my dear friends, mutuals and followers! Tons of health (health indeed is everything!) luck and love! May everything that you're wishing for come true!

Please, dear 2024, be a little kinder and a little happier to/for all of us.🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🕯🍀✊🏻🧡 I beg of you. Please🙇🏻‍♀️ What I am able to contribute, I try to give/do. Please give me the strength for that. I hope so much for better, lighter days ahead for my family. And for myself, so that I could regain my happier mindspace.

But most and for all - I know I repeat myself - let us all stay healthy or help to recover soon! Both in body and in mind. ✊🏻✊🏻✊🏻🍀🍀🍀

Let's go, guys! And let's hope for the best! Hope also is everything, right?

Have a great day, dearies! Love you 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

@togetherkru @natassakar @bellamyblake @natassakar @carrieeve @roguetwelve @ninappon @carrieeve @jeanie205 @isweartobreathe @bookwormforalways @travllingbunny @infp-with-all-the-feelings @delicatebluebirdruins @geekyogicheese @poppykru @heartbellamy @okmcintyre @lee-em-dee @igotbellarkeforthat @gaiagalit @immortalpramheda @kizo2703 @twistedshipper @burninghoneyatdusk @otp-armada @its-tea-time-darling @julibernardo @astridandoddsandends @broashwhat @moreflowersthanweeds and everyone else of course! Please don't mind if I should've forgotten to tag you here. Of course I include you too!!!🧡🧡🧡

#new year #happy new year #new year wishes #new year 2024 #the 100 fandom #the fam #sunflowerkru #bellarke fandom #bellarke fam #my edit #mutuals #friends #followers

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creativenicocorner · 4 months

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2023 Writing Retrospective

That time of, hehe, New Year again folks, to contemplate over the rollercoaster event that was my writing journey of 2023!

I'm surprised by how much I did end up writing more than anything! And how some projects bloomed larger than I would have previously imagined. I'd like to think I've improved as well, which is inevitable made by practicing of course. I'm happier with how I write, despite knowing it isn't perfect (then again nothing is lol)

Trying the NaNoWriMo for the first time really changed things up in my approach I think, I'd like to try giving myself more of a disciplined approach to writing a little every day, even if it's one word...but I also realized just how tired I felt after November...so a soft middle ground will probably have to be found. I might try to use the website for other projects and set the deadline for far longer than just a month...we'll see!

I am happy that I'm not as disappointed with my own writing as I was with it last year...perhaps that too is a part of my growth as a writer. Could I have written more? Sure, but I've been far more wary of pushing myself and getting burned out last year. I need to remember to pace myself, to be kind, and that sometimes writing is just loafing about and doing other things and projects - and then the next thing you know WHAM 200 words pop in your head!

Anyways let's look at those cold hard numbers!!

2023 Total number of..

User Subscriptions: 17 Kudos: 341 Comment Threads: 61 Bookmarks: 81 Subscriptions: 70 Word Count: 107,804 Hits: 5,054

Top five hits/fics of 2023:

Glow Worms or rather: In the Depths of the Safflower Hills

Cold Green Tea and Colder Feet

Refrigerator Problem

Hand Rolled

Chapped Lips

2024 Goals

Honestly? To keep trying to make each new chapter / fic seem a little better than the last. Keep the progress going, while still remembering to be patient with myself (I'm not very patient with myself ^^;; )

I know I mention this often, but I'd like to attempt writing a multi-chaptered fic in its entirety before posting chapters...just once! Just to see what it is like. We'll see, we'll see... I'm not like in a hurry haha

I'd like to try and finish some of my Discworld Multi-chaptered fics...perhaps I'll use one of them in this theory, just to test it out. I'd love to get a new The Runaway's Gamble chapter out (or finish the fic this year, but I'm being soft with my goals this year) as well as get another Trial Runs and Errors chapter out (perhaps even finish the fic to start working on the next one in the Maurice and Lipwig series of shenanigans and adventures)

We'll see where my attention and heart takes me, cause it'd also be nice to get Glow Worms and Refrigerator Problem done

And yet I have so many other projects I'd like to jump into, like a Serizawa-centric serirei fic, or to finish Chapped Lips

I mean I know there's no rule in having to finish something before starting something else...technically I AM kind of working on them despite not posting anything...perhaps this is a way I could give that "finish the whole fic before posting it" a shot, or at least an attempt haha

I hope my quality continues to improve - but most of all I hope things become a little better.

If 2023 has taught me one thing, it's: let myself be surprised. And you know? I'd like to keep that energy moving forward into 2024

Thank you for reading this far!

I hope 2024 is kinder to us all than the last year, and we all grow and getting a little closer to our goals and dreams and happiness. Who knows where we'll be this time next year, hopefully it'll be a little better than today.

Anywho, stay awesome out there - don't forget to be kind to yourself and others.

And be safe

Best wishes!

#Nico blabs into the void #Nico Writes #Retrospective #progress report #Discworld #mp100 #serirei #Moist von Lipwig #The Amazing Maurice #Adora Belle Dearheart #Reigen Arataka #Serizawa Katsuya #Hanazawa Teruki #Teru #Kageyama Shigeo #Shigeo Kageyama

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memoriescut · 4 months

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@lovehungered gets a letter!

dear sanji, this journey brought me to a land where the sun shines bright and the sea is tinged of the deepest blue... which inevitably made me think of you, for better or worse. have you seen the all blue yet? did it look the way you expected? did the fish taste as good? did you get to share it with your loved ones? i wish you could tell me all about it, even to just be able to imagine its beauty the way you see it.

i will not lie to you, i think i'm starting to understand what you meant back then - i've come to realize totto land wasn't even half as beautiful as what the world has to offer, and if i'm able to see it all is also because of you. and while i miss what is left of my home dearly to you i can admit that as i write from my little ship, wind in my hair, warmth and salt on my skin... i hope this journey never ends. i'm afraid this might be a selfish wish, but if i were to sway at the mercy of the sea, be one with the sand deep down and the creatures all around... i would certainly be happier than when my only purpose was staying hidden in mother's chateou.

i do realize this letter might not sound very happy, but i promise life has never been kinder - in other words, the voices make sense now, as everything around me does. the dreams haven't stopped and though you sometimes appear to me in a way that feels wrong and deceiving, i hope the future reserves you nothing but brighter skies and kinder seas.

fare you well, fortune and love always be with you.

P.S. seeing glimpses of the future made me realize that sometimes you've got to give it a little push to set things in motion, so i made a reservation at baratie in three months from today's date. it's actually for a book i'm writing, but it would be nice to cross paths and catch up - i'm sure your cookbook is overflowing these days, might steal a few of your recipes.

#lovehungered #watch out sanji because pudding is going to steal your recipes like a true chef villain

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in-my-feels-probably · 1 year

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We’re Burned For Better - Chapter Three

Chapter Three

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The next day had turned out to be quite the series of events. Aelora, amongst many other things, bore witness to Daemon beheading Vaemond Velaryon, in defense of her Mother. Vaemond had called her and her brothers bastards, and Rhaenyra a whore.

If Daemon hadn't done something about it, Aelora would have. She didn’t take kindly to insults towards her family. While it was true that her brothers bore no resemblance to their father, she didn’t let that get in the way of defending them.

To tell the truth, she harbored no great affection for her Father, Ser Laenor. He was a kind man, even kinder for fathering children that were not his, if there was to be any truth to the rumors. He loved Aelora, as any father would, but he never made any attempts to strengthen hers and his relationship.

Aelora’s Mother told her it was because she resembled the Targaryens. Her spirit reminded him of his sister, Laena, who he greatly missed.

When he “passed,” and Daemon married Aelora’s Mother, she was happier for it. She always enjoyed Daemon’s company, and of her siblings, he seemed to prefer her. He had no shame in hiding it. He was infinitely better at fathering girls.

Aelora was happy to have Rhaena and Baela at her side during her time at Dragonstone, as well as Princess Rhaenys and Lord Corlys, who often visited. She missed them dearly when they left, although she was soon after sent to King’s Landing. She was very happy to hear that Daemon had brought them along to the city with him.

Aelora had a great love for the Blacks. She was extremely loyal to them, and when they were threatened in court, she stood by Daemon's side without so much as flinching.

Helaena gasped and turned away, shielded by her mother, even Aegon taking a step back. Aemond just watched, slightly bewildered, but intrigued.

He met Aelora’s eyes across the room, and her face was stoic. Brave. He had always liked that about her.

That night, the King ordered that the family dine together, united as one. It went about as well as could be expected with all the estranged family members in one room.

Aelora had grown quite fond of Daemon since he had married her Mother, and she shared an amused glance across the table as Alicent said a prayer before the meal.

She looked over towards Aemond, to see if she could catch his gaze, but he had his eyes dutifully closed. Whether he was actually praying, or just attempting to appease his own mother, she did not know. Still, she’d have to tease him for it later.

Aelora’s Mother announced the betrothal of Jacaerys and Lucerys to Rhaena and Baela. The news was taken surprisingly well across the table, and Aeloraa smiled fondly at each pair, truly grateful to see them all happy. Even more so grateful that she was finally getting true sisters.

Aegon, being the bastard he is, had to spoil everyone's fun. Aelora supposed he couldn’t help himself, it was in his nature to be a perpetual nuisance. Still, that fact didn’t make him any less insufferable.

Aelora only heard the tail end of his words to Jace, not only embarrassing her brother in his attempt, but her soon to be sister in law.

“Hold your tongue, Aegon. It would be a shame to see you lose it.”

Aegon grinned, narrowing his eyes at Aelora. “Always a pleasure, aren’t you?”

She was sidetracked from her response by the King congratulating Luke on his inheritance of Driftmark. The toast was short, once again interrupted by Aegon antagonizing Jace.

Jace clenched his jaw. “I believe my sister told you to hold your tongue. Are two warnings necessary, or are you just that daft? You can play the jester if you wish, but you will hold your tongue before my betrothed.”

The King stood, expressing his sorrow to see his family so estranged. He removed his mask, giving Aelora a view of his decaying face. She fought to keep her face steady, not wanting to offend him. She watched with respect as he did his best to stay upright, and instill the importance of the message to everyone.

“Set aside your grievances. If not for the Crown, then for the man who loves you all. So dearly.”

Aelora looked around the room as Alicent helped him sit, watching everyone’s faces. No one could seem to make eye contact, staring at their plates. Suddenly her Mother stood up, raising her cup. The King’s words seem to inspire a round of toasts, all of which struck Aelora. Knowing the history of her Mother and Alicent, she felt a twinge in her heart at their words, smiling as she watched them commend each other.

Of course, the peace only lasted so long. The revered toasts game to jokes, blows to blows. Aegon angered Aelora’s brother, who stood to look Aegon in the eye. At the intensity of the stares, Aemond stood as well, staring them both down.

Rolling her eyes, Aelora cleared her throat, ever so slightly. Aemond caught her glare, and decided to sit, rather than endure her wrath. Jace and Aegon took it as their cue to follow, sitting and half heartedly making up, at least as cordially as they could without hitting each other.

Helaena stood, and as much as Aelora loved her, she rolled her eyes, thinking that she couldn’t bear another awkward toast. To her surprise, although she didn't think Helaena intended it, she took a dig at Aegon, wounding his pride.

To Aelora’s amusement even more so, when the harpist began to play, Jace asked Helaena to dance, who gladly accepted. Aelora smiled at the pair, thinking of the possibilities of what could have happened if Jace had been promised to Helaena. Maybe everything would be different, and Aelora wouldn’t have to watch Helaena sit with her children all day while Aegon was off somewhere.

The thought saddened her, but she smiled as Jace made Helaena laugh.

The peace was once again overlooming, if only for a moment. Seeing her family smile brought a smile to Aelora’s face. She laughed as she watched Jace and Helaena dance, if you could even call it dancing. Her Mother’s laugh was bright, warming her heart. There was nothing more in the world Aelora enjoyed more than seeing her happy.

When the King groaned in pain, and was carried off by his guards, Aelora knew it was the end of the peace. He was holding the family together, and without him, it was bound to crumble.

The final straw was the roasted pig, placed in front of Aemond on the table. Aelora covered her mouth with her hand in realization, silently willing him not to react. She wasn’t so lucky, because Luke snickered, and Aemond, never the one to let his pride be wounded, stood up for the final toast of the night.

“To the health of my nephews. Jace, Luke, and Joffrey. Each of them handsome, wise…strong. Come, let us drain our cups to these three Strong boys.”

Aelora finally stood, giving him a look of warning. “Aemond.”

Jace squared his shoulders. “I dare you to say that again.”

“Why? ‘Twas only a compliment. Do you not think yourself Strong?”

“Aemond!” Aelora said louder, but she wasn’t quick enough.

Jace quickly walked over, swinging and punching Aemond in the jaw. Aelora gasped, although she did nothing to stand in the way. Aemond pushed Jace to the ground, guards suddenly filing in. Aelora only stepped in when Aegon grabbed Luke, who was trying to come to his brother's defense, and pressed him to the table, holding him still.

“Unhand him or lose that hand,” she said, picking a knife up from a stray plate.

Reluctantly, Aegon let go, and Aelora pulled Luke into her, pushing him towards her Mother. Aelora whipped around the table, moving next to stop her twin, but Daemon had beaten her to it. He held him back as Aelora came to step beside him, and she overheard Aemond’s words to his mother.

“I was merely expressing how proud I am of this family, Mother. Though it seems my nephews aren’t quite as proud of theirs.”

Aelora’s Mother ordered her children to go to their quarters, but Aelora remained by Daemon’s side as she watched Aemond stand opposite of her.

Aemond looked at Daemon, not necessarily willing to challenge him, but then he looked at Aelora. He saw her face, riddled with anger and disappointment, and finally chose to step down, turning and walking out of the room. He didn’t look at her as he left. He walked straight past her, so close that all she had to do was reach out and touch him, but she didn’t.

She let him go.

As people began filing out of the room, Daemon turned to Aelora. “You should have hit one of them. Gods know the bastards deserved it. I would have approved.”

She nodded, still seething. “There’s still time for it, I assure you. They’ll wish for it when I’ve finished with them.”

“I’m proud to call you my own.” He smirked at Aelora, patting her shoulder before walking out of the room. “Make it hurt, darling.”

Aelora’s Mother and Alicent were all who were left, except a few guards and servants. She suddenly felt the urge to cry, and she rushed over to her Mother, nudging into her side. Rhaenyra ran a comforting hand through Aelora’s hair, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

“I think it’s best we go back to Dragonstone, my love.”

Aelora’s eyes widened. “You mean me too?”

“Yes. I’ve missed you dearly, and I cannot bear having another child on Dragonstone while my firstborn is away from me. You will come home with us in the morning. Don’t worry, you can visit on Meraxes whenever you want.”

Aelora felt like she was going to be sick. She desperately missed her home, but the idea of leaving her family in the city was enough to make her cry. How was she going to tell Aemond?

Alicent shook her head, taking Rhaenyra’s hand. She placed her other hand on Aelora’s arm. “Please, don’t go. You’ve only just arrived.”

Rhaenyra nodded, sighing. “Let me see the children home. I’ll return on dragonback.”

Aelora’s shook her head, and she turned to her. “Mother, you can’t come alone, not in your condition. I can see everyone home, or I can come back with you.”

Rhaenyra shook her head, cupping Aelora’s cheek in her palm. “No, love, I need you with your brothers. You’re the only level headed one out of them all, including Daemon. I want to know that you’re safe, that you’re all together. Say your goodbyes.”

Aelora wanted to argue, but she just nodded in defeat. She looked to Alicent, who gave her hand a comforting squeeze.

“Helaena will want to say her goodbyes. To her and her children, they’re quite fond of you. And Aemond…I know he acted tonight without cause, and I will not defend it. But please, let him see you off, too. He sulked for a month the last time you left. He’s too prideful to come to you himself, and he knows he’s angered you. I won’t blame you if you don’t say goodbye, but I’m urging you to. You know where he’ll be.”

Aelora nodded. “Of course, Your Grace. He may have made a fool of himself, but I know I can persuade him to apologize. I’ll say goodbye to both of them, I promise. Thank you for the opportunity.”

Alicent smiled at her with a genuine fondness. She turned to Aelora’s Mother. “You’ve raised a fine daughter, Rhaenyra. She’s just like you.”

Rhaenyra smiled. “Yes, I’m very proud. I don’t know where she gets it all from. Go ahead, say your goodbyes, my girl.”

Aelora nodded at them both, turning to leave the room. She knew where Aemond would be, it was where he always went to sulk.

Sure enough, she found him up on the hill just outside the dragonpit. Vhagar was too large to stay in the pit, so she slept outside when she stayed close to the castle. Aemond always went to the pit, standing on a perch that overlooked the hill so he could watch Vhagar.

Aelora supposed it was because, while Aemond was a very independent person, he didn’t truly enjoy being alone. With Vhagar nearby, he could still feel like someone he connected to was closeby, without ever having to go to another person and face the risk of embarrassment.

Half the time, he’d choose to come to Aelora. The other half, this is where he’d be.

She clenched her jaw, willing herself not to shout at him. It wouldn’t accomplish anything, and it would only cause him to sulk further. She could see his shoulders square, and his body tense. She hadn’t made her presence known, but he had picked up on it anyway.

“If you expect me to show you pity, you have the wrong idea. Do you want to tell me what that little performance was?”

He said nothing, but she could see him flex his hand, balling his fingers into a fist.

“I suggest you speak now because I will be gone by morning.” This got his attention, and he turned his head just enough that he could see her. “What?”

“Mother has ordered we go back to Dragonstone,” she informed. “I tried to get her to let me stay, but she wouldn’t hear it. I don’t know when I’ll be back.”

Aemond hummed, his eyes cast to his feet. He just nodded, turning back to face Vhagar.

Aelora scoffed. “Really? You have nothing to say to me? If you let me leave now without an explanation, don’t bother sending a raven because I won’t receive it. So, what will it be?”

He turned around to fully face Aelora, taking a step forward. “I…I’m sorry.”

Aelora raised a brow. “Sorry? You’re sorry? It was one dinner, Aemond. Surely you could have made it through without adding any more fuel to the fire. I understand your resentment towards my brothers, and I know Aegon was no help, but for fucks sake. You had no right.”

“Jacaerys insulted my family!” Aemond said, taking yet another step towards her.

She took a step forward, shortening the gap between them both. Her eyes were full of anger, her voice bitter.

“No, Aemond, no he didn’t. Your brother made snide remarks, not only to Jace, but to my soon to be sister, and Jace stood up for her. If Aegon is who you are offended on behalf of, you have misunderstood who your true family is. You, however, insulted my family. Belittling my brothers is one thing, even I do it when they’re being uncivil. But they did no such thing.”

Aemond wouldn’t meet Aelora’s eyes, looking down at the ground.

“To question their legitimacy in front of the entire family, and in front of the King no less, is to question mine. Or have you forgotten I’m a so-called Strong, too? I may not have the looks, but I am every bit of his child as my brothers are, if you truly believe it to be so. I will not have you think any less of me because of it.”

He met her eyes at the accusation, his face softening. “Aelora, you know I would never question that about you–”

“Do I, Aemond? Do I know that? Because you seemed pretty content to do so tonight. Hear me when I say this, I can’t be more clear about it. I don’t give a shit who my real father is. I would be just as proud to call Ser Harwin my father as I was to call Ser Laenor my father. Just as I regard Daemon as my father. The truth of it matters not to me, and it shouldn’t to you either. Do you think of me less because of my parentage?”

“No–”

“Then why question it? Why, in an effort to humiliate my brothers, would you drag me into it? What purpose does it serve you?”

Aemond nodded ever so slightly, his shoulders slumping. Reluctantly, he reached for one of Aelora’s hands, and she begrudgingly accepted.

“I know. I acted on impulse, and I didn’t think–”

“Exactly, Aemond,” Aelora said, although she didn’t let go of his hand. “You didn’t think.”

“I’m sorry.” She felt him squeeze her hand ever so slightly. She squeezed back.

She brought her other hand up to cup his chin and turn his head to face hers. Aelora held him still, so he had to meet her gaze. Her voice was soft.

“Answer me this, then. I know you have no great love for your own father, and that is understandable. If you discovered that he wasn’t your true father, tell me in truth, would it really matter? Because if it doesn’t, why should mine? Does my parentage really matter that much to you? Or any of my family’s, for that matter?”

He shook his head. “No. It doesn’t matter. It is no one’s fault what family they’re born into.”

“Exactly. Blood isn’t what defines a family. Your family is who you choose it to be, and the rest doesn’t matter. I don’t give a shit about blood. My Mother is my family, Daemon is my family, my brothers and their betrothed are my family.”

Aelora intertwined her fingers with his, pressing a kiss to the back of his hand. “You’re my family, you insufferable idiot. You, and Helaena, even your mother. And that is enough. That is who I pick. Are you hearing me?”

He nodded, face softening, his shoulders relaxing. His voice was quiet. “You’re mine, too.”

“Good,” she nodded, pulling him along with her. “You’re going to come with me to apologize to your mother, Gods only know what she must think of me and my brothers now.”

“She likes you. She smiles when I mention you.”

Aelora grinned to herself, tugging him along. “Fine, we can do that later. But we are going to say goodbye to Helaena, I won’t leave here without doing so. I feel so bad for her, cooped up everyday with no one to talk to. Promise me you’ll be with her more. I know she’s lonely. Promise me.”

“I promise, Aelora. But why am I coming with you to say goodbye, I am not the one leaving.”

“Because…I don’t want to leave you alone just yet. I know it has been months, but it feels like I’ve only just arrived, and now I will be without you again. I’m taking all the time I can get…and, in the event that we run into your brother, you will be here to stop me from doing anything rash, like maiming him, or possibly killing him, I haven’t decided yet.”

Aelora could hear him chuckle, knowing from the sound of his voice that he was smiling.

“That’s my girl.”

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A/N - Hi! So I know this part is largely recycled, the next part will be too, at least partially. I hope that’s alright. And then after that part or two, the rest will be entirely new work. Anyway, hope you enjoyed it, let me know what you think!

#house of the dragon x reader #house of the dragon imagines #house of the dragon #hotd #aemond x aelora #aemond targaryen x aelora velaryon #aelora velaryon #aemond targaryen x oc #aemond targaryen fic #aemond targaryen imagine #aemond targaryen #aemond targaryen x reader #game of thrones x reader #game of thrones

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fuckidkanymre · 5 months

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edblr, please read

as someone who's been actively on this side of tumblr for awhile now; this shit isn't working. it seems to be only bringing me down further than actually helping me effectively. advice to other people currently stuck on edblr; treat yourself kinder. meanspo, thinspo, all that nasty shit only makes you feel worse in the end. try a healthier way, start goals for yourself, welcome yourself into recovery. find healthier ways to lose weight; trust me, you'll get there eventually. maybe not as fast; but the chances of getting there are so much better and so much better for you than this.

being on edblr has only made me hate myself more and make me feel even less confident than i was when i joined it. you might realize it too, and even if you believe that it's the only thing that will work, you're wrong.

find someone who is mutually interested in weight loss as much as you are. set goals for yourself and have them help you through the weight loss process. having an extra person will make things so much easier.

let me tell you, you can still eat the things you loved and still lose weight. count your calories but never go anything lower than 1,000 a day. i know it's easier said than done, but in the end, you'll be so much happier.

that being said, i might not come on here anymore. maybe to post my progress in a much healthier way or turn this into a healthy fitness account that'll promote safe weight loss. stop caring about what other people think; cause in the end, the only one who *truly* cares is.. well, you! you should be doing this to make yourself happy, not other people happy.

i don't speak for everyone, i know for some of you it might not work. but i wish the best for you all and in the end i hope you get better, genuinely. but if this helps anyone, i'm happy that it did.

#tw ed diet #ed but not sheeran #anorexcya #ed bullshit #bully mia #ana

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toiletwipes · 11 months

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I'd like to say happy best friend day!!!

to @despicablenotions @grrrlsagainsthumanity I know we don't get to talk often, but I am full of love and joy when we do

to @boiled-onionrings my wife, you are a lifeline like no other, you deserve so much for all my bullshit and I can't thank you enough for being so amazing, for being my best friend <3

to @wolfie-doggo oh you just get me, we're two freaks in a pod, and I could not be any luckier to know you as much as I do. I love you and all that you've done for us

to my newest friends who I could not be happier to get to know in these last two weeks. Youre all so talented and youve inspired me to write more and and and- my life has been better with yall in it!! @lillylvjy @mosslovestherain @l0veb0mb1ng @lotusanonymouse @consequencesbylovejoy @tr1ental1s-boreal1s

to @modx-reborn though we don't talk as much, if it wasn't for you, I wouldn't be here right now. Your confidence in me, our friendship- you've changed the course of my life and I could not be more grateful. You are genuinely one of the best people I know, and I hope life is kinder to you

and to @struggling-with-time..... there are no words I can say that can encapsulate the emotions I feel. You get me like no other, I have yet to know someone like I do you. I wish I knew you sooner, the love in my heart is too much for almost two years. I would do anything for you, and I hope I get to know you forever, and in the almost nill chance that I don't, I will love you always. You've carved a place in my heart that no one else can fit. I love you so so much.

#its best friend day #and i am feeling Love #and to the people i missed in tagging.. i love you.

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capseycartwright · 6 months

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“i don’t do casual” -

it’s the first lie i’ve ever told you. i do - i have. i could. but not with you. that’s why i say it, the air cold and the weight of whatever this is hanging heavily between us, not quite an elephant in the room but big enough to wedge a metaphorical gap between us, an invisible line neither of us quite willing - or ready - to cross.

“you don’t do casual.” you echo my words back, as if saying them out loud makes it true, like you need to say it so you believe it, like voicing it out loud will make it so you understand it. i do - i have. i could. but not with you. that’s what i wish i could say. that’s what i wish i was brave enough to say - but instead, i lied to you.

i lied to you, and so here are some truths, as an apology you’ll probably never see.

i talk with my hands because it gives me a false sense of confidence. it’s not entirely rational but it’s always been the case: a wave, a gesture, hands to distract from the way that my face has always flushed red with anxiety, rosy cheeks hidden under a layer of makeup that has always given me the confidence to be an entirely different version of myself. no, not different, actually - just, more me than i allow myself to be, day to day.

my favourite colour is purple because everyone says it’s the colour that suits me best. my favourite colour is really pink because there’s something innocent about the memory of it, pink the constant friend of the little girl i used to be, surrounded by dolls and books, childhood steeped in genuine joy, too young to have dreams beyond bratz dolls and glittery nails.

i wonder sometimes if i am underselling myself. if years of anxiety have made it so i don’t treat myself with the value and respect i deserve and so i settle for less than - less opportunities, less excitement, less love than i deserve.

i’m not really allergic to mushrooms. i just say it so people don’t make me eat them. i used to be allergic, but i grew out of it, the same way i grew out of the person i used to be, craving a new start and an unknown adventure, itching for a life beyond the place that shaped me.

i didn’t like the person i was, and i can blame a lot of things for that, but most of all, i think i can blame the fact i stopped working on myself, comfortable in my sadness in a way that felt hard to move past, because sadness is at least familiar: an old friend, in the way it envelopes you and keeps you right where you are, in the worst moments of your life, living them over and over again until you’re too tired to do anything except accept your fate. i didn’t like the person i was and so i’m working to be a better version of her - happier, kinder, more loving, finding the girl i used to be hidden beneath all those years of rotten sadness and the way i have worn it as an armour.

i have only ever done casual, keeping the people i have dated at arms length, not because i didn’t like them, but because i didn’t believe i deserved any potential love they could give me, and so regret has been a hallmark of my love life: the what ifs and what could have beens all caused by me, all caused by the way i didn’t believe i was good enough. a boy who held classroom doors open for me with a soft smile on his face but who i never gave a real chance - and you. my best friend calls it out. “you’re not afraid he’ll say no,” she reminds me. “you’re afraid he’ll say yes.” and i am afraid that it’s a yes, a real yes, and i sort of know that it is, that it’s a maybe, at the very least, circumstances making it so that a yes is more complicated than it would be if our lives looked different to how they do -

but i don’t want our lives to look different, is the thing. i like how this story has begun - the first day we met, the way you so quickly became an integral part of my life, it’s the kind of story i have always craved: friends, first, and then more, feelings borne out of a friendship so good, how could it not become more?

i told you a lie, and so here is my greatest truth - i like you, more than i think i have ever liked anyone in my life, and admitting that is nothing short of terrifying, even if i haven’t yet admitted that to you, because admitting it means i am going to give you the power to break my heart into a thousand tiny pieces, and i might say i’m a control freak as a joke, but i know that it’s part of the truth: i have never let myself fall in love because i have never met someone who made me feel safe enough to let go of the control i hold onto with an iron tight grip. and so here is another truth: you make me feel safe. i don’t fantasise about alternative meetings, or in another lives, versions of us that live lives I would write about - i fantasise about this life, and about you, and the reality of us and all the ways i might tell you the truth -

and the truth is that i like you an awful lot. that i know all the reasons why we shouldn’t, all the reasons we agreed on a tram at five am, talking around the elephant in the room our feelings have become, and still - i want you. that i do casual - just not with you. and that i think we could be something great, if you want that too.

#anyway. everything is good #in which i ramble #my writing tag

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ilikedesertduothe-normal-amount · 1 year

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Watchers being Good Parents

Our newest Watcher's name was Grian.

He was not born a Watcher like all of us were in those days. No, he was born human. He lived on a world that him and the other inhabitants called Evo, short for Evolution. A world only possible with our abilities.

It was only natural that they knew of us, because of how strong our influence was. As it became clear that the one the others called "Grian" had the potential to become one of ours, we studied both his interactions with other Evolutionists and the way humans on other worlds interacted to make sure we could support him as best as we could.

We watched as his Empire grew.

We watched as him and his fellow Evolutionists decoded our riddles.

We watched him slay the dragon.

Then, as he entered the portal to return to his world, we revealed ourselves. At first, he was afraid, and suspicious upon discovering that we were the ones who laid the riddles. However, he agreed to join us.

We gave him sleeping quarters and let him rest, as the fight with the dragon had exhausted him. The next morning, he asked us where his friends were. We apologised and told him that only one of his friends had any kind of potential to become a Watcher, but we had left her with the other Evolutionists.

She had such a small chance of succeeding. We figured it would be kinder, really. Grian had lived so far from the others for so long we had thought that he wouldn't mind.

We were wrong. He yelled and cried and pleaded, until eventually, we summoned PearlescentMoon to join us.

"Pearl!"

"Grian? You're a Watcher? What's going on here?" The pair embraced, Grian explaining everything to his friend. He was happier after that.

Not as happy as he had been on Evo though.

When we asked him why, he said he missed the others, especially Taurtis. We were confused. Grian and Taurtis nearly went to war. On other worlds we had Watched in preparation for Grian's (and now Pearl's) arrival, war was a terrible, sad thing, full of danger and death. But to Grian and the others, war was fun and pranks and games with friends and enemies alike.

We accelerated Grian and Pearl's training after that, allowing them to Watch their old friends, though they were not quite strong enough to return.

Before they could grow stronger, Evo simply vanished.

There had been signs, but we had ignored them, daring to hope for the sake of our two "children" for lack of a better word. Both of them were understandably devastated. They trained hard, but eventually both of them realised that our way of life was not for them. Grian left first.

He came to us quietly, one night, and told us that he wished to leave us, to go to a new world and make a home among the people there. We agreed, finding a world that we believed would suit him. It was known as Hermitcraft VI. We taught Grian how to hide his Watcher form, and choose when to reveal it. Then, we opened a portal and sent him to his new home so he would arrive with the others.

We still check in on him regularly. Hermitcraft has been through many iterations since, now on its ninth. Eventually, Pearl joined him on the eighth iteration. They are both happier than they ever were with us.

We miss them, of course, but we would never have forced them to stay with us.

Whoo, that turned out a bit longer than expected. I didn't really factor the life series into this...AU? The Good!WatchersAU, because I wasn't sure how to fit the ending of 3rd life into the image of the Watchers being really good parents. If anyone has any ideas, let me know.

Oh, and of course, @eliastheownerof16axolotls. This one's for you. I don't know you IRL at all, I just saw your post and decided to make an AU out of it.

(Feel free to do anything with this AU if you really want to)

#watcher!grian #grian #pearlescentmoon #watcher!pearl #watchers being good parents because they can be #Good!WatchersAU

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super-hero-confessions · 11 months

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I don't care for Peggy Carter. I think as a character, she's just okay. I'm pretty indifferent about her. But Jesus Christ. The "Peggy Carter bad because Hayley Atwell bad" discourse is so exhausting. You can dislike a character. I dislike many characters. But going after the actress and accusing her of things repeatedly on this blog is so weird to me because I have no idea what any of us is supposed to do about it.

*If* Atwell is guilty of anything (again, *if*) I'm sorry to tell you we don't have the power to do shit. "But there's evidence-" We still can't do shit. It's not our job. Police exists, judges exist, lawyers exist, etc. Something similar happens with Tumblr's security. Sometimes users and blogs get hacked here, I'm sure you're familiar with some cases. Some people lose their blogs, some others are lucky and get them back/never lose them to begin with because they're still logged in and change their passwords, but I'm sure you're already familiar with the ridiculous amount of bots and... well, sometimes users get hacked. Plenty of people constantly complain about how Tumblr's security is not safe because they have day one exploits and vulnerabilities that staff refuses to fix, which makes this site a laughing stock for hackers. Okay. If staff refuses to fix them, what the hell are we, the users, supposed to do? We can't fix their shit for them. Staff needs to do better, not us. The fuck. There is no use in screaming at me or any other user about it. All I do is reblog superhero stuff. Complain to staff, not to us. Similarly, there is no use in screaming at us about how bad Hayley Atwell is and how bad Peggy Carter is. Because we can't do jack shit. Is it really so hard to understand? We're just trying to watch superhero movies, here. And she happens to be an actress playing a character.

At the end of the day you're just being repetitive. You're not engaging in constructive debate or making anyone agree with you. Giving us 3000 potential "better love interests than Peggy Carter" or repeatedly attacking Atwell is not going to have the effect you think. It's sad. It feels like some sort of wish fulfillment for you. I get it, the MCU has attractive people, we can dream. Self-insert fics exist for a reason and are valid. It's cool. But don't try to censor people or tell them how they should think or feel about a particular character. I am friends with people whose ideas about certain characters are completely different from mine, but we have fun debating because... these characters aren't real.

People are going to like what they like and ship what they ship, just like you do. Maybe you're struggling and feel like this is the only thing giving your life meaning, because I don't understand being this invested and fixated on a particular thing (and I say this as an autistic person. Hyperfixation has been a trait of mine since childhood, but I was never this full of hate - I've hated people, but not to this extent). I get it. No, really. For so long I've been emotionally attached to the GOTG because they are my comfort characters. But I never want to become a shitty person for them. I like them precisely because they make me better. I don't mean to say this in a condescending way, but get help. If you can't accept that people have different opinions, you are going to live a very unhappy life.

No fandom is perfect, clearly. But the world is crazy - wars, pandemics, suffering. Let's maybe try to be a little kinder to ourselves and each other. I expect this advice to be ignored, but I want to put it out there regardless. I think we need to humanize each other more often, especially when we're online. That includes actors, directors, etc. Ignore Hayley Atwell if her existence makes you this angry. You'll be happier. Let's not spend our limited time on this floating rock in space being angry all the time.

And for fuck's sake... it's fiction. Don't forget.

#peggy carter #rant #confession

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dappercritter · 5 months

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2024 Goals

(Fuck you, existential despair! I WILL be balling this year!)

While it's important to keep expectations in check, setting goals for yourself that are realistic and measurable yet encouraging can be a great way to motivate yourself in the new year!

(or so I've been told)

So here's mine:

Cut down on sugar by eating/drinking less sweets. Preferably 2-3 sugary things a day or less, one at a time.

Get back to fanfiction writing, publish a story. Dedicate at least 1 hour a day to writing. Don't overthink it.

Be kinder to myself. Think about being kind to myself the same way I think about being kind to others, even when you mess up--it just makes everybody happier!

Get my driver's license. Yeah this one depends on if we have a car that doesn't give us any trouble and I don't have any more anxiety attacks.

Find a job. Start small, take anything entry level that works for my needs and schedule.

Wish me luck, dudes!

#happy new year!#new year's day #new year's goals #ramblings of the critter

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probablyjustamagpie · 28 days

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a letter I’ll never send-

Hey [Redacted].

I wore out those black jeans today. They don’t fit over my hips anymore. I stopped weighing myself ages ago- but I’m a good twenty heavier than the last time I saw you. I cried, like, a lot over it. It’s a hard transition for some reason, but I’m happier than I’ve been in a long while, at least most of the time.

Y’know you were good to me in a lot of ways. You took an interest in my interests - you were the only partner I felt I could show my real gender too (I still remember you calling me your big strong man, calling me he when no one else would’ve dared, and that was euphoria there, the genuine joy of nblnb) - you cared about my pain, even. But at the end of the day it always came back to you. Your problems your interests your damage. I could never be big around you because you had to be bigger. If I was in pain you had to be the knight in shining armor - even when I didn’t need help. Even literally, you wanted to whittle me away like your anorexia had done to you, and for your information 120 wasn’t me being heavy, it was me being underweight and sick, even if I was “the heaviest girl you ever dated”. I wonder often what you would think of me now. I chopped my hair, pierced my nose and got four more in my ears - I picked up sailing again (I remember wanting to cry on the way to your house, knowing my friends were out there in the wind and waves), I even got a tattoo, to remind myself how far I’ve come. I gave up trying to be smaller in every way to fit someone else’s ideal. You taught me what to look out for - that’s one thing you were good for. Becoming an example of what to avoid. I pity you, nowadays, rather that idolize. You were - and I bet still are - a flawed, flawed person. You hurt me in ways nobody has ever hurt me before - you abused me, degraded me, sexualized my existence and tried to force me into place, below you, always below you. I could never have space for my own wishes, wants, desires. I resented you. I still do. I hate what you did to me, hate what you made of me, the way you carved away my innocence and made me both terrified and feral, rending peace from my soul and plunging me into a raging sea of fear. I’m still clawing my way out of the niche you created for me to live in. I know I am braver, stronger, and kinder than you will ever be. I am not perfect, but I am not the damaged goods you made of me.

Yeah, it’s hard. You haunt the hallways of my brain, whispering insults and trying to drown out my own voice in the hard moments. We had beautiful moments together, yknow? And maybe sometimes I miss it - but I don’t miss you. I miss the flea market, and the peace of nature walks, and lying in a hammock under the stars, but I don’t miss the ugly ball of shame and anxiety every time you dragged me into your room, the fear I felt when I entered your house and heard your awful mother begin to yell. The horror in my heart when your hands began to wander. Vividly I recall the darkness of your room that night I had the bad high. When you laid me on your bed and I felt like a child who needed to flee and you kissed me and I said no, and you sucked my neck as I pushed you off, bleary and uncoordinated as I tried to escape but couldn’t quite stay awake or aware and you suffocated me with kisses. The hands around my neck all those times you fucked me, hands over my mouth as my lungs screamed to say no. I didn’t have a choice. I’d seen your rages, the horrible fits you would throw, the tantrums I’d soothed many times over as you begged me not to leave, to love you, to do ask you asked of me. I was terrified. I covered the hickeys with concealer in your bathroom.

I still get scared I’ll see you at the cardiologist. When I’m at our old school, visiting my friends, I worry I’ll see you - but I know you have nothing left there. Because you weren’t a good person. And people knew that. It’s no wonder you had no friends - you were a black hole of self righteousness and rage, and you pulled the light right out of the room.

It shouldn’t have taken that many no’s for you to stop, you know. That’s assault too. Cooney held me as I cried last time I was at the theater because the echo of fear lingered, haunting that stairwell when you dragged me away from my friends and my responsibilities because you wanted a quick fuck. I hated you. I hated how everyone saw me because no wasn’t an answer I could give.

And we had our beautiful moments. We had our fun. But I’d trade it in a heartbeat for someone who never treated me the way you did. There is more to life than sex. There is more to life than grades and self-flagellation. You’re not the center of the cosmos, you are not some genius send to earth by God, you were a broken boy who refused to heal and chose to take it out on others who never asked for it. I wasn’t a perfect partner - I wanted to hurt you, there in the end, I wanted you to feel every ounce of shame and pain and anxiety you caused me, so of course I told you I’d take another man over you if he showed any interest. It didn’t even have to be true. I just wanted you to feel a fraction of the hell you caused me. I wanted you to understand how terrible you made me feel, how totally you had ruined my life.

But you’ll get your dues in the end. You’ll cause your own downfall - I’m sure of it. Maybe someday, you’ll be in a dead end job you hate and have to write an article about me living the dream and discovering dinosaurs. And you’ll realize you’re only worth what you work for and what you’ve earned - not what you believe you deserve because the gods dealt you a shitty hand. The world does not owe you anything for the abuse. It owes me nothing for the pain I’ll never escape or the trauma I’ve gained. It’s not about owing at all. I put good out into the universe, and hope maybe someone else will have a better day for it, and that makes me feel full and satisfied . You put others down to build yourself up, and someday that’s how you’ll starve yourself of anything real and good and true in the world. But maybe you’d want that. As for me, I’ll grow fat and happy and wear out my jeans, and I’ll thrive on love and laughter and genuine connection; and maybe, you’ll get the body of your dreams. A skeleton: rotted, cold and alone, not even an ounce of fat left on your bones.

Good bye and good riddance, [Redacted]. May our paths never cross. Go to therapy, stay single. Eat more food - this time, with your mouth closed.

- Moonlight

#magpie chirps #tw sa #tw sa vent #tw weight #vent post #tw abuse #tw domestic abuse #fibromyalgia #my writing

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gnomgnomovich · 1 year

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Looking at the same moon

Wherever they are, there’s a place they can always meet and remains together

Do a little color practice.

Also today is a day of a New year celebration. Have no spirit for that, 2022 was a shitty year and there is no sign of improvment. The sense of guilt haunts me, like a needle in my shoulder. Balancing fault and hope, I wish for the best, but preparing for the worst.

Knowing people’s troubles, I don’t want to celebrate, bit I will. Coz that’s how it is. Heeeey, a candy.

But I wish you all to be happier next year. You must avoid troubles and dangers. Stay calm as long as you can. Eat well - I mean both quality and quantity, but also pleasure! Don’t waste you life on any kind of trash, but be a little kinder to each other.

Hoping for a peace for all of us.

#god of war #god of war ragnarok #gow #gowr #piece of me

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humblemooncat · 1 year

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This is still my absolute favorite head bonk screenshot and I will use it again for the theme of love if I want to. No one can stop me.

#MiqoMarch - Day 21, Love

Since I have no way currently to get new shots of him with his husbands, I will share these old ones along with shots I took of dialogue and moments where Ki'to here just could not contain his love and I just had to capture it.

I figure that way you can see love through his eyes.

Also, spoilers ahead. I can't mention everything unless I give some spoilers. But! Everything is in chronological order, so you can skip any parts you have yet to see!

Finally got to sit down and just have a quiet moment with Aymeric.

Starlight '22 spoilers. Gods, who let this man look so cute in that outfit? I need to thank them. (Also ngl seeing Aymeric being so sweet with a child made Ki'to's heart swell)

This ain't just about the husbands, btw. Soft Uri had me on the floor in my feels. I love him so much.

✨ S h e ✨

This still reads like a proposal to me. This was when Ki'to knew he was in it for the long haul.

When these goobers walked in unannounced with bags of food in their arms, this boy was so godsdamned happy. Dinner with the gang is one of his favorite things.

Hyth has a special place in Ki'to's heart. I like to think it's because Azem really loved him as well, and that love carried across shards.

The relief this gave Ki'to was immense. He never wanted to burden the others with his troubles because he knew they had their own. So Raha telling him this eased so much tension within him. And instead of walking away like he does in the cutscene, Ki'to asked him to stay so they could talk. In all honesty, this was probably the most loved he'd felt in a while. His struggles were seen and acknowledged, and his lover made sure he felt comfortable sharing them.

Being an inspiration to young adventurers made him extremely happy. If he can inspire generations after him to go out, explore, and learn about the world around them, then maybe Eitherys could be a kinder place in the future.

Gods, this man loved Venat/Hydaelyn with his whole heart. The way she saw the world was so beautiful to him. He wished things could have been different so she could see the world as it is now, but she went out on her own terms and he respects that. Though to say their battle brought him happiness would be a lie. She'd been there every step of the way and he wept for her before being unceremoniously dragged out of the aetherial sea.

I cannot even begin to describe the complex emotions running through Ki'to's mind at this point...

There was a S I G N I F I C A N T pause before he answered G'raha here. I hovered on the lower option for like 5 minutes.

"You can't do this to me. Not again..."

It's what he wanted to say. 'You can't sacrifice yourself again. I've watched you seal yourself away, try to cast yourself out with the light of multiple Wardens, be consumed by crystal, and now you want me to watch your very aether be dispersed?'

But in the end he chose to give him strength. 'I can't be selfish when we've come this far...'

Even when Devotion overtook him as he made his climb with the twins, Azem's crystal never left his hand. Stuck as far into his glove's palm as possible. If he was able. If fate allowed. He would summon them all back. He had to.

This shot was taken out of love because he wanted to cling to his words. His promises. The light of hope that they could be realized.

And here's the relief.

And lastly, he was happy to see that Meteion finally got her happier ending. She deserved it.

In lieu of being able to just make a post about his husbands and the love they share, I thought I would share the moments where you could see the people and things that he loved through his eyes.

Hopefully that translated well, and that you enjoyed!

#Ki'to #Ki'to SS #MiqoMarch #Ki'to Vashai #Shadowbringers Spoilers #Endwalker Spoilers #I at least had to add the hubbys up top #That head bonk is still my favorite #I love how cats show affection with a head bonk #and the headcanon the Miqo'te do it as well #They probably also purr #which is so cute to think about #It's no wonder I play a Miqo #I'm a cat person #ffxiv oc #ffxiv wol

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