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dailypokemoncrochet · 2 years

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aight sorry about that last ask, i guess i was just stating my opinion but i was definetely agreeing with you about how bad it was!! but yes again sorry i didnt mean it in an agressive manner or anything, and sorry if i bothered you. i understand what you are saying.

Hey, I've had this sitting in my inbox for a bit and I think I should address it for a couple of reasons. This is going to be lengthy as fuck and a little disorganized.

1) What you do on the internet, stays on the internet forever.

2a) You don't need to comment on everything.

2b) And if you comment on something, you don't need to do it immediately without thinking.

3) You're gonna mess up, we all have, and we all do. People will react badly. You will react badly. That's how we all learn.

I think this is SO important for y'all (general) to grasp, especially if you are a minor right now. I understand the desire to interact online for the immediate feedback, as quickly as possible, as often as possible. That's dangerous to do.

For that first point, you (anon specifically) sent this anonymously, so I think you want to keep your blog unattached to this, but you previously replied twice to my other post about it. Even though you deleted it, I still was able to read what you said, and know it was you who said it. The whole thing happened in a matter of minutes of me posting.

I cropped out your name, but yeah that's still at least partially visible in my activity feed. The first reply said something along the lines of "alright alright sorry, this was mine i guess i didnt think it was bad or deserved such a response but im a teenager so what do i know i get it ill just never send an ask again" And the second reply, sent maybe 90 seconds afterward, "and of course i didnt mean this ask in a bad way i wasnt disagreeing with you im sorry im sorry im sorry"

Okay, the context here is in these three posts. One where I said something about my divorce, this ask I answered about it, and this second ask regarding my answer. Basically, I said my depression is spiking because of my divorce, someone asked if my partner dumped me to which I was like wtf, and then someone sent an ask saying that maybe the other anon didn't get it but at least they weren't mean about it.

Even though that last bit happened in maybe 3 in real life minutes, and you deleted it, it still existed and I still read it. I wasn't even particularly LOOKING for something like that. It just popped up in my activity notes. I don't know if anyone else could/did see it. I don't think it was a bad response per se, but you obviously thought about it and decided that you didn't want your name attached to it, but it was already there.

On the second point A, ohhh my god. I mean this in the nicest possible way (exasperated, directed partly at your specific part in this, but mostly Youth in general), stay in your lane. You are a teenager. You should not have commented on my post about a 10 year relationship ending, saying essentially "talk to me about it" because you are a teenager! The relationship existed for more than half of your current age!

This is nothing against you as a person, but you don't have any experience here. You have nothing to offer in this situation. ESPECIALLY if what you tried to offer is a "listening ear". NO. I grew up being the one my parents vented to about marriage issues, and it is so highly inappropriate to dump that on a child, and it is highly inappropriate (however well intentioned!) for YOU to even offer.

You could not even handle the way I reacted to your question. What would you have done if I had started listing the devastating details of my divorce and how it has fucked me up? You flipped at my strong response, and that wasn't even my first response or even truly accurate to the furious, visceral emotions I felt. You almost immediately had to reply. And then reply again. And then reply again. And THEN you thought about it?

Leading to the second point B, take a moment to think about it. Take several moments, preferably. This kind of goes back to you being young (your brain still developing, lack of experience, etc etc), so it's important to repeat this. Think about it, and think through it. I said something about I shouldn't do the critical thinking for you, and that wasn't entirely fair of me. I know how little we (adults, teachers, society) actually do towards teaching critical thinking, so that's not all on you. But if you've got to write out a response to something on the internet, think about:

Do I need to say anything at all? (Am I qualified to, is what I say relevant, why do I feel the need to?)

What kind of answers could I possibly get?

What am I going to do about the reactions I get?

How would I feel if the roles were reversed?

Do I really need to say anything?

Yes, this takes a lot more time than just "thought thought thought words words words send ask" and that's the point! I've got gripes with internet culture being all about the here and right now this very second, but I don't want to go into all that right now. Someone's made another post about it I'm sure.

I actually like the fact that you deleted your replies and sent in this ask several more minutes after the fact. That shows that you did literally take some more time to think about it. That was good flexing of your critical thinking. Please continue to think through how you behave on the internet, and try to do it before someone is mean about it first.

Finally that last point, we all mess up and it is inevitable. You messed up, and you know it. I'm glad that it happened here in a relatively innocuous situation and platform. I know people on like, Twitter, get absolutely eviscerated for less. I still react badly to things, but at least on the internet I can moderate that. It's harder in real life to work through all the feelings you get in the moment, but at least on the internet I don't have to visibly show the stages of processing. I'm trying to give others the benefit of the doubt as much as I can. However, I'm still just a person. I'm going to mess up still, but I do what I can so I mess up less often and less severely.

Anyway, here's the tldr again because that's a lot to read through

1) What you do on the internet, stays on the internet forever.

2a) You don't need to comment on everything.

2b) And if you comment on something, you don't need to do it immediately without thinking.

3) You're gonna mess up, we all have, and we all do. People will react badly. You will react badly. That's how we all learn.

#text #long post #like #reaallyyy long post lmao #can you tell that i was one of those kids #that the teachers had to put a word MAX on for their essays #but damn if my lit teachers didnt love my essays being thorough #this is okay to interact with #even if or maybe especially if you have criticisms #im not perfect i couldve fucked something up in the post #i cant guarantee ill respond tho #this was a lot of dense writing for me

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wisteria-lodge · 3 years

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exploded bird + lion secondary (badger model)

Good afternoon Wisteria! I was hoping for your input with my sorting. This MAY become a novel, and i apologize ahead of time for that. Hopefully its interesting, if nothing else.

I am having trouble with both my primary and secondary. Ive thought i had it figured out so many times and then i would reanalyze myself and get confused. So i guess ill start with primaries. I can tell you for sure that i am not a snake primary. I just cant love another person quite like that. I grew up in a very snake primary environment and never felt i really fit in. I really appreciate snakes and i understand them, but i dont think i am one. I also very much pride myself on my individuality and dont bond to groups so i believe that may rule out badger. I think ive narrowed it down to exploded bird or really confused lion.

Interesting. So far so good. Let’s hear what you’ve got.

Right now in life, with all the information coming at me, all the data, all of the twists and turns, media bias, conspiracy theories, rabbit holes and objective realities, i cant figure out the truth.

… sounds like an Exploded Bird to me.

I think all theories are worth investigating and rabbit holes are fun. But i hate hypocrisy. And its everywhere.

I mean, everyone hates hypocrisy… but I think Birds find it *unforgivable.*

I cant organize all of this information.

Exploded Bird.

Dude. Whats gonna happen if deep fake becomes the norm?

eh, Photoshop has been the norm for a long time and we do okay. Some fakes have always been better than others, and there have always been fakes.

I feel like the safest thing to do is to fully understand myself. Then i can analyze and understand the world.

I would agree with that.

I would say that hands down i was an exploded bird, but i feel very strongly about things right away. But then i learn about them more and if my feelings were wrong, ok. Whatever.

This is still Bird. It’s not that Birds can’t feel strongly about things right away. They do, they just don’t feel safe TRUSTING those feelings. Instead they do… exactly what you’re describing here. Learn more, and then if it turns out their initial feelings were wrong… that’s fine, actually. The feelings are of secondary importance.

BUT i also WANT black and white. I want right and wrong. Grey, though necessary and true, bugs me.

… there’s a reason why I call young Birds Black-and-White Birds.

Deep down i crave to just understand something as it is. But one persons truth is not anothers. I get that. But it still bothers me in my bones.

That’s a very Bird primary angst. Birds can have this *fantasy* that if only everyone had all the information and thought it though properly, that everyone would come to the same (correct) conclusion. And then have to grapple with the fallout when they realize things don’t work that way. As a Lion… I’ve never had to fight that particular monster.

I can also seem like i make snap decisions based on feelings to others, but i just know what i want. If something sounds good, i want to do it. At that moment. No hesitation… i think im meshing into secondary territory here

I agree. Improvisational secondary, sounds like.

so ill just go with it. So my bedroom walls are lilac purple and my kitchen is BRIGHT yellow, because those colors sounded interesting. At that moment. I tend to jump into a project having no idea what im doing. I just thought it sounded like fun.

Comfortable making decisions on a whim, just jumping in. Very improvisational.

But thats not really a way to problem solve. When i start said project and then run into a problem, usually ill read about it, or ask someone who knows more than me. The “i know a guy” bird kind of applies here. I know how to make connections within my community and i plan for that. I think about who would be useful to know, based on my goals.

You know, this could be Bird. But I’m kind of skewing more Badger because of the emphasis on community and asking for help. And keeping an eye on ‘who is powerful, who is useful to know’ is a pretty common Badger secondary model manifestation.

But i dont think i build tools like a bird. In fact, binge watching videos on how to do something annoys me. Takes all the fun out of it.

I still think you’re an Improvisational secondary - and a Badger secondary model is *more* likely than a Bird secondary model.

I am always honest with people and i like that about me, but its not out of some need to stay true to myself. Its just because i have learned that honesty works the best most of the time.

So not Lion *primary* then. This is all about method. You don’t lie, because you don’t find it to be a very practical problem-solving method. Being very direct does work, so at this point… Lion is more likely than snake.

Now, dont get me wrong, i am an excellent liar. But only if its on the fly.

Hmm. Maybe a Snake who’s in neutral all the time?

This conflicts big time with my primary, however, so i rarely ever do.

Interesting. Lying conflicts with your (hypocrisy hating) Bird primary, so you don’t do it. Instead you are very direct, and that works well for you. You *can* lie (on the fly) but you generally don’t. Neutral Snake? Snake secondary model? Depending on how you define lying, could even be Courtier Badger. (I am ruling out constructed Actor Bird.)

I feel like ive gone all over the place in a highly disorganized way, so i will state that now i am going to give some anecdotal data. One time, as an adult, i was hanging out with a bunch of kids on a hayride. A little boy killed a butterfly. I was outraged. I called him out. I told him that he just took away the only life that creature would ever have and that was cruel.

Very loud Idealist primary.

This somehow turned into a question and answer school session about human biology, mammals and why on earth is water in a cup clear, but when you dive into the ocean, its blue?

Some kind of social secondary… and I know the obvious thing is to say 'trotting out a lot of facts, that’s bird.’ But I’m seeing you defuse a situation by leveraging your immediate community (Q&A session)? Badger.

I like being the person that gets the scary bugs out of the house because i feel brave when i do.

Sounds pretty Lion secondary.

When in an emergency situation i completely disconnect and become a calm, knowledgeable person.

This is actually a pretty common just, human thing. When things get bad enough, your lizard brain takes over, and everything is very calm and dreamlike.

I suddenly magically know what needs to be done and work with my environment.

Improvisational secondary.

Im also very aware of how everyone else is doing in that situation and i have an innate need to make people feel better so im usually the first to lighten the mood. Ill focus on others before myself if im hurt. Im more aware of how they are doing than how i am doing and i will make an effort to help them first.

Ah yes, the 'tend and befriend’ threat response. Very familiar. And yeah, going from this description I’m going to say very social badger.

In video games… skyrim is best here i think. I want to be a sneaky mage thief. But when something attacks me, without thinking i run right up to it and hit it with my fists without armor.

lol lion. (The classic Badger secondary strategy is BUFF ARMOR. I always play tanks.)

But i get really sad if its an animal.Those wolf whimpers get to me every time.

No one likes the wolf whimpers.

Ok. Ok. Ive rambled enough. Thank you for reading! Any input is greatly appreciated! Thank you!

Exploded Bird, easy. And probably a Lion secondary with a very social Badger secondary model that’s working well for you.

#sortinghatchats #bird lion #birdpri #lionsec #badger secondary model #courtier badger #sortme #wisteria sorts #exploded bird

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voiceless-terror · 3 years

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Prompts? This is a happy day! If you wish! I'm writing something similar but I need more cakes in the flavor and you write emotions so well! But early days in the archives and Tim and Sasha are giving Jon the cold shoulder and maybe there's an accident or something Jon really needs help with but he doesn't think he can go to either of them and he doesn't know Martin. And the next day he rolls up sick, or beat to hell, or has a cast, or a black eye, and Tim and Sasha are like WAT? And then feels!

Here you are! How do you know EXACTLY what to prompt me??? This is so my speed. So here you go- I hope you like!

“You’ve survived your first month in the Archives! That’s cause for celebration, Martin. Drinks on me!”

Tim’s cheerful tones weren’t hard to miss. Perhaps he didn’t notice Jon standing in the doorway, small and timid. He realized it was the middle of a rather stressful work week, but he just needed a little bit of help with some boxes. He’d been tired and worn out for the better part of the week, and the small ladder in Document Storage was rickety at best. Martin and Tim were both much taller and stronger than him- hell, even Sasha could’ve probably gotten the job done. Just a few minutes and then they could be on their way, to wherever they planned to go. Without him.

Sasha was the one who noticed him. “Oh- hey, Jon. Did you need something?”

He looked at the other two, twitching with clear impatience. Martin opened his mouth to speak but Tim made some sort of hushing motion with his hand. A sinking feeling made its way through Jon’s chest and to his stomach- the thought of asking for even the smallest of favors filled him with anxiety. He didn’t think he could bear seeing their faces when they said no.

“Er, no, just- have a good night, yeah?” His voice sounded off, even to him, but they didn’t seem to make much of it, nodding awkwardly.

“You too!” Martin called after him as Jon scurried down the hallway, biting down whatever sadness stuck in his throat. He’d be here all night most likely.

It didn’t bother him.

______

Jon stared up at the boxes looming tauntingly on the shelf, filled with statements that were likely just as disorganized as the ones on the shelf below. But these were labeled with the most recent dates in the Archive, and that’s what he planned on going through for the rest of the week.

Back in research, Tim used to prank him by putting things on the highest of shelves- books he needed, tea he wanted. It irked him but Tim would always be right around the corner to lend a helping hand and a teasing word. It got Jon out of his head for a moment, something very few people could accomplish.

Tim still put things on high shelves in their break room but it just felt cruel, now that he wasn’t comfortable enough to ask for help. Now that Tim was never around the corner.

He put a tentative foot on the step ladder, grimacing as it leaned to the side. He’d put in an order for a new one at the beginning of his tenure but Elias never responded. He felt bad bothering the man with such a petty request when he could just ask his assistants for help. What was he supposed to tell him? ‘Hey my assistants seem to hate me and I’m too scared to ask them’ didn’t inspire much confidence.

Jon took another step forward, willing the ladder to stabilize. He needed to get to the fourth step to even have a chance of reaching the box, high up as it was. Just a bit further.

He made it to the fourth when everything went to hell. As soon as he reached his hands toward the box the ladder creaked and listed dangerously to the side, throwing him wildly off balance. He flailed right off the side, landing with a yelp and a crack on the cold concrete floor of Document Storage.

The pain emanating from his left arm was almost paralyzing-it had taken almost all his weight in the fall and was lying awkwardly across the floor. It brought tears to his eyes as he tried to move it so he just laid there for a bit, willing himself not to pass out from the pain. How ridiculous he must have looked, lying prone on the ground, defeated by a fucking stepladder.

When he finally decided to sit up his head spun- he only got as far as scooting back and leaning his head onto a shelf, trying to control his breathing. He had his phone in his pocket. If he needed help, he could just call Sasha or Tim or even Martin. His arm didn’t feel right and he would probably have to go to a clinic or the A & E, something he hated doing. He didn’t think he could brush this one off.

But what if they didn’t answer? He thought about the three of them at the bar, laughing and talking. Tim would be regaling them with some ridiculous story, his phone would ring. He would glance down at it, see Jon’s name and flip it over, ignoring it.

Or worse, they would come, see him huddled on the floor and laugh. They would try to hold it in at first- they weren’t that rude. But as they helped him to his feet they wouldn’t be able to contain it. How embarrassing he was, how ridiculous. Jon couldn’t bear to be laughed at.

Two weeks ago he had walked past the upstairs break room on his way back from a meeting with Elias. It was entirely unproductive; he could sense Elias’s growing frustration with his lack of progress. Jon wondered if he regretted making him his Head Archivist, if he was already thinking of suitable replacements. Jon wouldn’t blame him.

And that’s when he heard it- an odd, mocking voice that he knew belonged to Ryan from research. Ryan and Jon never got on- Ryan was talkative and prone to gossip, and every attempt he had made to talk to Jon had been shut down by his inability to carry a conversation. On the odd times they were paired together to work, Jon took the brunt of it with utter silence, unwilling to complain about the man lest he be deemed more difficult than he already was.

But the voice he put on- stuffy and posh- was a caricature of Jon’s own. And sure enough, when he glanced in the doorway he saw Ryan hunched over a table, someone else’s glasses on his face as he screwed it up in a scowl and carried on as “Jonathan Sims, Head Archivist of the Magnus Institute” to his captive audience.

His captive audience which included Sasha and Tim.

He felt his heart shatter as the group laughed at the impression. It was accurate, why shouldn’t they? God, why hadn’t he realized how much everyone hated him here? Any respect he thought he earned faded quickly with this showing. He found himself sprinting down the hallway and locking himself in his office, ignoring Martin’s concerned inquiries as he desperately tried to blink back tears.

Remembering the incident brought the shame and embarrassment back tenfold. No, he would deal with this himself. That was the best course of action.

He took fifteen minutes to properly wallow but once his heart rate lowered and the pain was at manageable, dull roar he got to his feet and staggered down the aisle, constantly searching for a handhold. He had everything he needed on him- it wasn’t so cold that he couldn’t go without a jacket, and he knew he wouldn’t get any work done this evening.

Making his way down the hallway and up the stairs was almost tortuous; he paused several times and took deep breaths to avoid passing out and making the problem worse. By the time he got to the lobby Rosie was already gone for the day and Ed, the janitor, was idly mopping by the front door.

“‘Ave a good night, sir,” the man said without looking up. “Careful though, s’slippery over-whoa there, Sims!”

He must have looked as awful as he felt because the man dropped his mop and made his way over to his side, his face the picture of concern. Jon was holding his arm at an awkward angle so as not to jostle it. “S’fine,” he wearily started. “Have a good night, Ed.”

“Don’ look fine to me, Jonny.” Jon hated this nickname, but he never let on. He didn’t want to upset the one man who still greeted him day and night, no matter how stressed and irritable Jon looked. It was a nice, comforting routine. “Somethin’ happen?”

“Just took a fall, nothing serious,” he lied, well aware that his palm was scraped and crusted with blood. “I’ll just be going, got a train to catch-”

“Let me get you a cab, son,” he said, a paternal hand on his shoulder. “Shouldn’t be on the tube looking like that, bound to make it worse.” Jon began to voice his protest but the man was already out the door, waving and stamping in the street. He would smile at the scene if he had the energy for it. Instead he just staggered after him, wincing with every step.

“Over here!” the man shouted, standing by a cab a little ways down the road. Ed opened the door and ushered him in, hands helpful and gentle and so kind that Jon has to blink away tears. “There’s a good lad. Take ‘im to the closest A & E, will ya?” Jon watched as he shoved a pocketful of bills in the cabbies hand.

“Ed, you’ve already done enough-”

“Nonsense,” he waved Jon off, still looking at him with that mix of warmth and concern that Jon so desperately needed. “You just get that checked out, y’hear? An’ come back in one piece!” With that, he shut the door and gave him a wave, standing in place until the car was out of sight.

Jon couldn’t hold back his tears after that.

_______

Jon comes in the next day, arm freshly broken and in a sling, medicated to the gills. He paused at first, considering not taking the pain medication but he eventually gave in as the pain progressed throughout the morning. He’s a little late and he’s going to have to march past his assistants’ desks and attempt to avoid questions.

“Whoa there, boss! What happened?” Tim says immediately upon his arrival. Jon avoids his gaze and looks to the ground, walking as quickly as possible to his office and shutting the door. He deserves a bit of peace before the inevitable interrogation.

Of course, he would never be so lucky. All three assistants are soon hovering around the doorway, looking at him with a worry he doesn’t deserve. He sighs as he casts his eyes to the desk and slumps down in his chair.

“Took a spill yesterday, nothing serious,” he mutters in as staid a tone as he could manage. “Now, if you could please get back to work-”

“You’re not getting out of this that easily,” Sasha says, coming over to his desk, Tim not far behind. Martin stays in the doorway, ever polite. “You were fine we left!”

“It happened shortly afterwards. I advise none of you to use the stepladder for the time being.” He manages a weak smile that none of them return.

“Stepladder? Boss, I told you not to use that anymore!” Tim plops down in a chair, legs immediately going over the arm of it. Jon always imagined them talking in the office like this- a stupid fantasy he entertained when he first got the position. No one had ever sat in those chairs, they just stood in his office and counted the seconds until they could leave. ‘Why didn’t you ask us for help?”

“I-I was going to,” he begins, feeling instantly guilty at the thought of making them feel bad. “But- well, you looked like you had plans.”

Tim and Sasha exchanged a look. “You should’ve at least called us when it happened,” Sasha says, a hand on his desk. Jon aches to take it. “We were right around the corner.”

“I know,” he says. He feels out of it, vulnerable and loose and unmoored. Likely from the meds.

“You knew and you still didn’t call?” Martin this time, his voice incredulous.

“I didn’t think you would come,” his voice is no more than a whisper and his chest aches something fierce. His hands tighten into fists at the silence that follows; he nervously starts to fill it.

“I know-look, it’s fine we’re not friends any more,” he starts, trying to keep his voice level. “But it- it just seems like you don’t want me to be your boss either?” His voice goes higher in pitch and he can’t seem to stop babbling. “I just- I need to know where I stand. So I know what’s okay to ask. I know this isn’t ideal but I- I need help sometimes. Not a lot, just...just sometimes.”

“Jon,” Tim has a hand on his arm and an urgency in his voice. “That’s not- of course we would have come. Of course.”

“I didn’t want you to laugh at m-me.” Christ, could he not get a handle on his emotions for five goddamn minutes? Why was he still talking?

“We would never laugh-”

“But you did!” The words burst forward, almost a yell. “I-I saw you the other day. With Ryan- laughing at me. You know I don’t-” The breaths come quick and he can feel the tears coming down his face. God, what a mess he was. “I don’t understand where it all went wrong. If- if you don’t like me, why did you accept this job? Why are you here? What- what do I need to do better? Why were you laughing at me!” Jon dissolves into a mess of sobs as he slams his chair back from his desk, desperate to put as much space as he could between himself and his assistants.

But Jon never gets what he wants. Tim has his arms wound gently around his body, taking care to avoid the sling. And Sasha is there, a hand on his back as well.

“We- we weren’t laughing, Jon,” Tim tries, but Sasha cuts in.

“But we didn’t exactly tell him to knock it off, did we?” Her voice is angry and Jon doesn’t know who it’s aimed towards. He feels so stupid, so childish for breaking down like this but he knows what he saw. What he heard. “Ryan’s a jealous dick, he was just being mean. And...I guess we were being sort of mean, too.”

Tim takes over from there. “Look- things have gotten messy since we came down here, yeah? We’re...adjusting, that’s for sure. And I’m sorry that we made you feel like you did something wrong.”

“I- I did though, I must have-”

“No- Jon, look at me,” He hazards a glance at Sasha’s face, looking anywhere but her eyes. “You know me. Emotions aren’t particularly my forte. It’s- it’s a lot easier not to talk about things, but that doesn’t mean it’s right. It was a lot easier to hold onto my anger at being passed over, y’know?”

“If you told me- I would’ve had Elias switch us, I swear-”

“We don’t have to switch. To be honest, I don’t think I know how the fuck an Archive is supposed to be run either. At least not one like this,” She gestures to the room and Jon manages a weak smile.

“I’m not very good when things get messy, either,” Tim admits, leaning awkwardly on a file cabinet in order to keep an arm around him. Jon hopes the gesture is genuine, and not just an attempt to placate the man having an emotional breakdown in the middle of the office. “But for what it’s worth, I’m sorry. I’ve been a right ass. So while I’m trying to make it up to you, how about you let me and Martin handle the top shelf from now on, yeah?” The joke feels familiar. This is territory Jon can manage.

“Yeah, yeah,” Jon wipes a hand across his face, finally feeling a bit more stable. “S’fine. I forgive you.” He takes the tissue Sasha offers. “Sorry for being so- er, dramatic. The pain medication is quite something, to be honest.”

“Oh God,” Sasha is suddenly all business. ‘“You shouldn’t be at work right now. Not like this- Tim’ll take you home, right?” Tim nods, tightening his arm around Jon’s shoulder.

“Yeah- you’re not going to get anything done like this, Jon. Have a rest, Sasha’ll tell Elias what’s going on, yeah?”

“Of course.”

There it is again- of course. Maybe if they keep saying that, it’ll make it true.

Jon doesn’t argue as he’s ushered out of the Institute- whatever that was took a lot out of him, and he knows he’s useless to his team like this, dazed and unstable. Martin follows them outside- Jon had almost forgotten he was there. He had slipped out of the office during the worst of it, kindly giving them some space. He wants to thank him but he doesn’t know how. Instead he listens as Martin rattles off all the things Tim should watch out for, like a nervous mother hen.

“I got it, Martin,” Tim says patiently. “But I’ll call you if anything happens.” Martin reluctantly backs off, giving the two of them a wave as they drive out of the parking lot.

“Jon,” Tim begins, putting a special emphasis on his name. He missed being called Jon. “You know I’ll always come when you call. I promise. I’d- I’d never laugh at you, not like that.”

You know. Of course.

“Okay,” Jon responds, staring out the window. He hopes it’s true. If not, well- the words are a start, right?

ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/27334912

#my writing #prompts #tma #the magnus archives #angst #whump #some hurt/comfort #jonathan sims #tim stoker #sasha james #loved this prompt!#janekfan

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fictionalpeoplecompleteme · 3 years

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I’m a bisexual girl and I’m in love with Julie so I was wondering if maybe u could write one where the reader thought she was straight but slowly realizes she’s bi and in love with Julie, reader comes out to parents and when they don’t accept she runs to Julie and they kiss and it’s kinda angsty but then BAM fluff

Title: Valid

Request: Yes / No

Word Count: 3234 (!!)

Warnings: homophobia !!, probs not well written angst omg

(A/N): not me saying im back and not being back i hate myself. yall, there’s no schedule i just post whenever im like, active and thats a really bad habbit that i should NOT keep doing istg. also au where the band never died, but theyre never mentioned. anyways ty ty TY to the sweetie who asked for this ! i literally squealed when i read this request. not this being 3k words umm help

You had your moments. Those weird moments where you didn’t know what you were feeling, especially to the person you were feeling those emotions to. Like this one time where it was a normal day watching Disney Channel and eating pizza (basically living the dream) and then a new movie popped up. “Teen Beach Movie” was the film, and let me tell you, when you saw Butchy AND Lela wearing leather, let’s just say you were confused why felt his way for both of them... it wasn’t right.

No, of course it was right ! You had these feelings for both genders, and your feelings were valid, so why wasn’t it right? Well, it was a simple answer.

Your parents.

Of course, they didn’t down right say they hated the lgbtg+ community. Although they might as well have downright said that they did, because with the things they say,

“Why do they get a whole MONTH of pride?”

“Ugh, the gays are making it EVERYTHING about them.”

“Do they have to do that in public? Couldn’t they have waited until they got home?”

“Why would they put that in tv?! The kids are gonna watch that and think that they’re gay!”

Obviously you heard their views, and when you started to realize you somewhat fit in their hate demographic, you “decided” that you weren’t going to. And that’s how it has been for a long time.

RIIINNGG

Ugh, another school day.

“Kill me now.”

You got up your very comfortable bed, and did your daily routine. After you were finished with that and dinner, you were dropped off at the infamous Los Feliz High School. You were then greeted by your best friend, Octavia.

“Hey bestiee.” you joked.

“Hey rat.” Octavia said with the same energy.

“So, did you finally finish atla last night?” you asked.

“Of course! To have a chance to see my husbands is a chance I’ll always take. Even started watching tlok! Mako does looks scrumptious not gonna lie.” she said, doing that weird tucking her hair behind her ear and having a look of thirst on her face. Its the fact that she basically always does that for me.

“Not you finishing atla AND starting tlok the very same night. I don’t think that’s normal.” you said shaking your head.

“Lets just say that if I get diagnosed with insomnia, don’t be surprised.”

“I don’t think anyone would be.” you said while the both of you are putting your supplies in our locker.

“ANYWAYS, I’m sorry for you getting moved to Mr. G’s class. I know he can be very mean.” Octavia said sympathetically.

And it’s all true. Mr. G is basically known for being modern day Snape, favorites and all (especially to the popular kids). Considering you were fresh meat to his class, you were not looking forward to the inevitable insults.

“Ugh, don’t remind me. I can NOT stand the fact that I wasn’t even in his class in the first place, thinking I was safe, and then I got moved!” you yelled.

“I know, I know.” she said while putting her hands on your shoulder. “(y/n), if he even BREATHES in your direction, just tell me and I swear the next time I see him its on sight.” Octavia said with a very stern look on her face. “Honestly I can’t believe that the principle wouldn’t fire him, he has enough complaints for at least a suspension.”

“O, what would I do without you? And besides, don’t blame her. She genuinely tried to fire him. But I heard that he lawyered up to the point where he was basically untouchable.” you said.

“We lost.” “We truly did.”

Right after that conversation, the bell rang.

“Good luck (y/n)! I love you !!” said Octavia while going to her 1st period class.

“I love you too!” you yelled back.

Oh lord. Please please make this class bearable.

You walked to the door, and took a deep breath. As you went inside, not one second went by as you already got a taste of his scrutiny.

“Well well, if it isn’t the newbie! (y/n) (y/l/n). Just pick an empty seat as that’ll be the only way you’ll get someone to sit next to you.” he chuckled

You wanted to die right then and there.

And it got worse as the whole class seemed to find that insult funny, considering that they all laughed.

“O m gosh, Mr G. That was your best one yet!” said Carrie. Of course she had something to say. Not one situation where she kept her mouth shut and yelled her commentary to everyone in the room.

You shuffled your way to the back of the class, to find an empty seat next to this girl. She looked familiar, but not to the point where you knew her name. Though you wished you had. She looked quite.. pretty. With her amazing hair, and her beautiful eyes. Not to mention her face in general..

NO !

No. Of course you had these thoughts of her, she’s just naturally pretty, anyone would’ve thought that. You then put your backpack behind the seat and proceeded to sit down next to her. A few moments passed of you sitting next to the girl, until she said,

“Sorry about that. Mr G. can be very mean sometimes to everyone, -not that that’s okay!” she stuttered. “It’s just, don’t take it personally.”

“Er- thanks.”

“I’m Julie by the way! What’s your name?”

“I’m (y/n).”

“Nice you (y/n)! With each other, I promise you, we can get through his class.”

You smile at her. And Julie smiled back. of course she had to be nice too!

“Well Ms. (y/n), Ms. Molina, talking in my class? I’m not even mad, just surprised! Ms. (y/n) actually found someone to talk to!” said Mr. G.

Aaand of course, he has something to say again.

“I’m surprised she has anything to say at all, considering the amount of times you had already talked down to her. Just simply leave her alone.” said Julie with assert.

You were shocked to say the least. And it showed to, having a look of disbelief all over your face.

“Um, wel- uh, Ms. Molina, keep that mouth closed, if you don’t want to spend your lunch in detention.” said Mr G.

You were honestly very glad that she stood up for you in that moment. A little too glad, because in that time, the feelings started to flood in.

Of course, why wouldn’t it! She was just simply nice to you and you had already developed whole feelings for her! But was it exactly bad? Sure, your parents deemed that it already was, but that didn’t mean that you had to. This is who you were, a human being with valid feelings, and there was nothing wrong with that. So with this whole situation, you said with a big smile,

“Thank you.”

Hey, you never said you were good at speaking with other people. But I don’t think it mattered to Julie, because she had returned your smile, and in that moment you realized you can find yourself deeper in love.

The two of you really had bonded during class time. Sure, you can say that you both flirted but you were never really good at figuring that out, even when you were flirting with boys (it had always been Octavia’s job to figure that out.) But considering the things she said to you.

“I love your hair!”

“You have very nice hands.”

“Your eyes are a beautiful shade of (y/e/c).”

After class, you both knew that you liked, liked each other. But that's where the hard part came in, actually confessing. To be totally honest, you could barely manage confessing to a boy, imagine with Julie? Although you were happy to know that Julie had already thought about this, because when you both walked out the door, she took your hand and guided you to the music room, where the both of you were alone.

Both of you were facing each other. You could tell she was nervous, cause she was playing with her hands, and didn’t seem to try to make eye contact with you.

“(y/n), I know we just met this class,” she said, both chuckling, “but would you like to get coffee with me sometime?”

Oh boy, she actually asked you out! Don’t get you wrong, you were happy! In spite the fact that you had your parents to worry about. So with that, knowing all that was at risk, you still said with full confidence,

“I would love to.”

Julie gave you the biggest smile you had yet to see. She moved a strand of hair out of your face and then proceeded to hold your hands.

“It’s a date! How about at 4 after school?” she said.

“The perfect time.”

After exchanging numbers, you both felt ecstatic, the both of you just left the room with the biggest grin. You couldn’t believe that you had gotten a date with Julie! Now I know that you’re gonna say that you should’ve told Julie about your situation with your parents, but she looked so happy that you couldn’t possibly have ruined the moment with that.

After that amazing moment, you had managed to spot Octavia in the hallway. You walked up to her like you normally would, though this time you had a scared expression. You had never come out before. Though you thought the possibility of keeping this from your parents, this wasn’t something you could keep from her. So walking up to her, you just blurted out the truth, without a second thought.

“Hey! How was Mr-.”

“I’m bi!”

She seemed stunned after a second, but only a second as she bursted out laughing out of nowhere.

“Um-”

“Oh my gosh, the way that was the way you came out to me! It’s the disorganization for me.” said Octavia, while wiping her tears away.

“Wait-, you don’t care?” you asked confused.

“Do you want me to be bothered or something?” she asked in a more sarcastic tone.

“Well no- it's just- I don’t know, I was just scared I guess.”

“Listen,” she said sternly while again putting her hands on your shoulders as a way to comfort you. “I will love you no matter who you love. Understand?”

“And I you. The problem is my parents. I know what they think of people like me, and it’s not good. How am I going to survive this ughh.”

“They’re your parents, I’m sure it’ll be a shock to them, but if they truly love you, they’ll accept you.”

“Thank you Octavia, what will do without you?”

“Hey, that’s what I’m here for.”

After you finally finished your classes, you nervously went to the front of the school to wait for your mom to pick you up. You felt so nauseous, to the point where you were sure that you were going to throw up right there. After waiting for 5 minutes, your mom pulled up. You got in the car and you felt so nervous that you were just silent the whole car ride. Your mom for sure took notice.

“Hey sweetie, you’re alright?” said your mom.

“Yeah, I just don’t feel so well.”

“Oh, are you alright? Did you eat something bad maybe?”

“Yeah, probably something during lunch.”

And after that the conversation fully stopped as your mom noticed you were not in the mood to talk.

You finally got home and you felt even worse than before. You dreaded this moment, and just felt like passing out. As you got inside, you quickly went inside your room, not bothering to say hi to your dad. You put your stuff on the ground and just started to really think about this.

They’re my parents! Like Octavia said, they should still accept me, I’m their child. And if they don’t? They have to, right?

Right?

You finally built up the courage to go outside your room and go to the kitchen, where both of you parents were.

“Mom, dad? I need to tell you something.” you said, basically shaking.

“Sure, what is it sweetie?” said your dad.

And without a second thought, you just blurt it out?

“I’m bi!”

It was dead silent. And that scared you.

The part that truly scared you? Hearing the words that you had been dreading to hear.

“You’re pranking me, right?” you dad chuckled, as if it was a joke.

That’s when you started to get a little irritated. You knew how your parents were, so this reaction was inevitable. So considering all the preparation, you still got mad.

“Why would this be a prank?!” you said with an “attitude” (that’s what your parents would say at least, although you were just simply defending yourself).

“Honey, as much I love you, this isn’t natural.” said your mother with a normal tone, which you could argue was just as scary as an angry tone.

“If you actually loved me, you would accept me as I am!” you said, starting to actually get aggrieved.

“Don’t yell at your mother like that!” said your father, who actually stood up from his chair.

“I wouldn’t need to be yelling, if you would actually accept me for who I am, not all this!”

“LISTEN, I’m sure this is just a phase. You either change your ways or you are no longer considered my daughter! No daughter of mine would feel such a disgusting thing!” your father yelled.

That’s when you lost it, you knew that no matter what you did, they would never change their way. That’s why you just let it out, because they would never change their way, so why not just let it all out?

“You know what?! I’m going to leave! I rather be homeless than to live in a house with you two! My two parents who don’t even accept me, WHO DON’T MAKE ME FEEL LOVED OR VALIDATED!” you yelled.

At that point you were shaking and crying. With the anger that you were feeling inside you didn’t even think to get any clothes or basic necessities, you just grabbed your phone and just ran out with your parents yelling your name. But you didn’t care, you were not going back there, that’s for sure.

After that horrible fight, you went to a park that was near your house. You went inside a private bathroom that was thankfully unoccupied, cause if it wasn’t, you were pretty sure that you would’ve broken down right then and there. Once you had gone in there, you surprisingly didn’t cry. You just held it in, and really thought about your situation. You realized that it was pretty stupid of you that you didn’t get your belongings and then left the house. Oh! And that you were pretty much homeless.

After a good thinking session, you did the most sensical thing you could do in that situation.

You called Julie.

Now I know what you’re thinking! ‘Why Julie, why didn’t you call Octavia instead?’. Well it was pretty simple, you just desperately wanted to see Julie. You pressed on her contact, not really knowing what was coming with it. What if she thought you were weird? What if she laughed at you? What if she felt weirded out with you and then blocked your number? What if-

“Hello?”

“Julie?” You sounded pretty distraught, so it wasn’t surprising when she sounded concerned herself once she heard your voice.

“Hey, is everything alright?”

“Julie, this might sound really weird, but something really bad happened and you were the only person I could think to call! If you’re busy I’m sorry I won’t-”

“Hey! I’m sure everything’s going to be fine. Where are you?”

You took a deep breath, you were just thankful she didn’t block you right then and there. “I’m at the park in (street name).”

“Okay, just stay right there and I’ll come and get you.”

When the call ended, you walked out of the bathroom and sat on swings, waiting for Julie. After you waited, for what seemed an eternity, you saw her.

Julie.

She spotted you in the swings, and gave you the sweetest smile. She walked closer to you and stretched out her hands, which you took. After just staring at each other, she gave you the biggest hug, which (not gonna lie) you just really needed. Much to your disappointment, she let go of you, she swung an arm around you, and started walking to her house. The both of you didn’t say anything, but you guys didn’t need to, the peaceful silence was nice.

The both of you then arrived at her house. That’s when you started to panic, you weren’t looking forward to bother her family.

“Are you sure we can go in the house?” you asked

She gave you a chuckle, “I think we can go to my house.”

“Are you sure? I don’t want to bother any-”

“Hey.” She proceeded to grab your hands and then moved to cup your face. “Everything’s going to be okay, my dad and brother aren’t home, and even if they were, you would absolutely be greeted with open arms.” she said,

You both went inside the house and then inside Julie’s room. She motioned to sit on her bed and you did. She sat next to you and then held your hand, intertwining with each other.

“It’s okay, you can talk to me.”

You took a deep breath, and just let all your feelings out. “It’s just my parents were never really supporting of the lgbtq community, so it was stupid of me to actually think they would have any other different reaction. And the fact that they would react like that? To say such cruel things? I just..- I don’t know, is it wrong for me to feel bad?”

“They’re your family, of course you would have this sensation of feeling bad. But I just want you to know that they’re in the wrong, not you. Any sane person would think that, everyone just wants to be accepted. Just know this,” she said while leaning closer, your hands still intertwined. “you are valid, so many people love you no matter who you love.” she said while moving a strand of hair out of your face.

You continued to smile, but looked into Julie’s eyes with so much adore. And the best part was, she was looking at you the exact same way.

Without a second thought, you decided to just go for it. You kissed her. The kiss was passionate, and sweet. Julie then gave soft kisses to you cheeks and knuckles, murmuring comforting words such as “it’s okay” “you’re alright” “i’m here”.

After pulling away you both looked at each other, and then you offered your favorite pastime.

“Can we go to sleep? I just wanna sleep the stress away.”

Julie chuckled and then agreed. You both got into a position of Julie laying down while your head rested on her chess, and her holding you. While you were half asleep, you said those three words,

“I love you.”

You were half asleep, so you didn’t understand the severity of the action, but before you fully drifted, you heard these words coming out of her mouth.

“I love you too.”

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crqstalite · 4 years

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so here i was, about to go and find a reference of kodelyn + brione for what i thought they looked like, compared to how i made them in the games. except, i found out of most of the art i’ve done recently, except for one, they’re nowhere to be found. this isn’t a game of i just misplaced them, it’s a matter of i haven’t actually done any.

but out of most of them, it’s mainly other people’s ocs. not that it’s a bad thing, i love reinterpreting people’s characters and making them smile. but it’s probably a deeper issue that i literally have no art for a majority of my characters. im pinning the blame on the fact i grew up (still growing up really) really socially isolated as a kid. people didn’t like to bother with me because i didn’t have other friends to balance to absolute love i had for people who put up with me.

which pushed them away from me after a while.

also, probably, because i went undiagnosed for anxiety and adhd for a long time. since i jumped grades, and i also had stunted social skills for a really long time (not my words, my mother’s -- which is entirely fair). i mean hell, i still do. it’s always been something that bothers me, that i’m shit at knowing what to say or what to do beyond being the advice friend.

i never realized it jumped over to me making online friends. i mean, the person you meet behind this account online is probably really bubbly, funny and has a lot of hyperfixations she likes to talk about (to an annoying degree -- anyone who’s had to look at a wall of text in our server about me ranting back and forth about kaidan, i’m so sorry). but the person behind this account you meet in real life doesn’t have room for all that personality. she stutters, she’s a little all over the place, disorganized, and while extroverted around people she trusts, tends to cling to what she knows to an annoying degree and doesn’t take change easy.

beyond that point, what i mean by that is that i’ve begun to do the same thing online. i give people things with the assumption it’ll make them like me better. which is a horrid habit i’ve had for a really long time that could be worse, but because people happen to like what i draw for them and i’ve shrugged it off (i don’t think ANYONE in the server is that materialistic, not at ALL) i mean i made friends who like to talk back and forth about art techniques and that’s great. but i sort of wish i put that much dedication into me. i want to be able to put that trust in my personality, not my abilities, that people will like me for me. forget whether i worked for two hours on a piece that they ended up making their pfp.

it’s a little hard sometimes.

sometimes i feel like i have to serve a purpose.

this isn’t a ‘i hate drawing for other people >:(’ sort of thing. it’s a ‘i haven’t really taken the time to enjoy the things i make more than what other people have done and i don’t have much hope for them liking me if i don’t do something for them’, because i probably will just keep drawing for other people. because i love that moment where they seem so happy about what i’ve made for them, even if i wasn’t inherently proud of it at first.

anyway this was just supposed to a gen-z sort of joke about my lack of social skills and confidence. i’ll probably delete it later when i feel a little more on track. and PLEASE don’t think you’re part of the problem if i give you art. if i do, it’s because i like you so much that i want to show you that -- and i just don’t have the tools needed to do it any other way. it’s the same reason i love it when i get people talking about their ocs. i can tell they like talking about certain subjects, the little details in their toons, why they do what they do and their relationships with other characters -- but sort of clam up if you ask me anything about mine.

you’re probably wondering ‘but what does this have to do with the refs? you’ve been babbling for like five paragraphs now’. well, it’s just a problem i always have. i’ve never been happy enough with my ocs to think they honestly deserve pieces of themselves. since i picked art back up a while ago, i just discovered people who’s ocs are better thought out, have better motivations and the like. and mostly because i’ve surrounded myself with people who are honestly the kindest and warmest people i’ve ever met, i feel safe enough to show them my appreciation in that way. only that they tend to be a lot older than me, so i feel more of a want to show them that i’m not just some annoying kid they plucked off tumblr.

and i honestly just don’t know any other way to show it beyond drawings and discussions about their character motivations.

okay now i’m done for real, back to our scheduled programming!

#ally gets kind of personal #you're not part of the problem #i just got a little too projectiony when i was writing another chapter #probably will delete later idk #and don't worry about me!#im perfectly fine!#ive gotten a lot better #id like think

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forgeandgredimagines · 5 years

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『 Akaashi Keiji Relationship Headcanons 』

Request: Hi!! I saw that you were interested in writing for Haikyuu, if you're already accepting requests could you please write some Akaashi relationship hcs? If you aren't accepting requests yet then you can just ignore this ask. ❤️🧡(Anon)

A/N: Alternative Title: Where I reveal how much of a hoe I am for Akaashi

Seriously, I love this precious boy so freaking much, he could literally shoot me in the foot and I would thank god for the interaction.

Thank you for requesting, Nonnie~ I see that you too are a person with good tastes. I hope you enjoy this!! 💕

Akaashi is honestly the best boyfriend ever pfft what? im definitely not biased bc he's my favorite character, why would you say that?

He's an ultimate gentleman, he will automatically open doors for you, carry your things, walk you home, etc. etc.

Akaashi is very good at staying calm and keeping his emotions in check but you're one of the few things that can really make him lose his composure

You can easily make him extremely flustered and embarrassed, he will crumble into a red, blushy mess, it's so adorable ugh

Whenever he gets embarrassed he turns so red and he tries to cover his face with hands, there's a lot of half-hearted "I hate you"s and "Shut up"s

Bokuto was so shocked when he first saw Akaashi blush around you, it was before you two started dating and when you two were still pining for each other, there was a lot of yelling and screaming

Speaking of Bokuto, get ready for him to waltz into your life because wherever Akaashi is he is

Akaashi was a bit nervous to introduce you to his rowdy best friend, he was worried he would scare you away but you quickly became close friends, you weren't surprised by the white-haired man's behavior, Akaashi has told you a lot about him

Bokuto isn't the only thing Akaashi talks about, he doesn't really notice it but he talks about you a lot

It was this and the blushing that made Bokuto realize his friend's feelings for you

You should probably thank him, he was the one that encouraged and pushed Akaashi to confess to you

Don't expect Akaashi to be smooth, he is as smooth as sandpaper

He tries to say mushy, sappy lines like "I love you to the moon and back!" or "I would give you all the stars in the sky if I could!" but he just finds them so embarrassing and can't bring himself to spit them out

When he does manage to spit something out they usually come out as an awkward version of what he intended to say

"You're so beautiful." Comes out as "You-your face is great."

Cue embarrassed Akaashi

He can't force himself to say these things but they'll usually come out naturally without him needing to force or ready himself

He gets cold easily, you have to protect him from the harsh winters or he will freeze

His bed is filled with a billion fluffy pillows and thick warm blankets, it makes him feel protected when sleeping though he definitely prefers it when you're there with him

We all know this boi has a habit of playing with his fingers, he usually plays with your hands too, while you two are cuddling or watching a movie his hands are usually fiddling with yours

Speaking of cuddling!! He loves it, he cannot get enough of it, most of your time will usually be spent around his arms but you're definitely not complaining

He's a really good listener, you can tell him anything and everything, he loves listening to you talk even if it's about something ridiculous

He's not a very touchy person unless he's very very comfortable with you, once he is though he'll always be touching in some way you whether it be intentionally or subconsciously

He's a very observant person even outside of the court, he notices your little quirks, habits, and cues

He'll always be the first to know if your upset or feeling down and will immediately drop everything and come to your side

Don't tell anyone but he's very very ticklish, while cuddling you accidentally pressed onto his sides and he was reduced a squirming giggly mess istg i love him so much

Bokuto. Can. Never. Know.

Akaashi will never force you to come to his matches but you always make an effort to come whenever you can, he always feels so much better when he knows your watching from up at the stands cheering him on

His photo gallery on his phone mainly consists of photos of you, he thinks you're the prettiest thing ever even tho he is and he always wants to capture every moment

He's a little dork and keeps a box under his bed with little keepsakes from your dates and times you're together like movie tickets, notes, and photos

He likes looking at these things whenever he misses you

A lot of girls get jealous of you once word got out that you two were dating, Akaashi was definitely popular with the ladies I mean just look at him

Once you two get farther into the relationship and once Akaashi gets really comfortable with you he'll be more relaxed with you and won't feel the need to conceal his emotions and thoughts

He'd smile and laugh more around you and you get to see more of his cheeky side

His laugh is the most melodic thing in the world, you would set it as your ringtone if he'd let you

You two have a lot of inside jokes and he always brings them up in the most random moments

He's not that into pda, he will submit to handholding and small pecks and kisses because he can't help himself

He's really calming maybe it's because of all the time he's spent with Bokuto but he always has a way of making you feel better and relaxed, he always knows the right things to say or do

This boi is a good student so expect a lot of study dates

Akaashi tends to focus on one thing for an extended period of time and this usually leads to him overworking himself all the time so you usually have to remind him to take a break and relax

He's a really organized person, his room and bag are always in impeccable shape and if you're a disorganized person expect a lot of Akaashi just organizing your things when you're not looking he loves you but it bothers him okay?

He's afraid of spiders, he won't scream or anything when he sees one but he will immediately vacate the room where the eight-legged monstrosity was sighted, you usually have to kill the thing for him unless you're scared of spiders too which means you're both screwed

He's a mom friend, we all know this, he will always make sure you're eating right, he always has a pack of tissues or wet wipes in his bag and he will nag

There will be a lot of forehead kisses, he just loves it so much, he finds it so intimate and soft

Ugh, I just love this dork so much okay? He is the best boyfriend you could ever ask for and he deserves the world

#haikyuu #haikyuu!!#akaashi keiji #akaashi keiji x reader #haikyuu headcanons #akaashi x reader #haikyuu x reader #akaashi relationship headcanons #haikyuu imagines #bokuto koutarou #keiji akashi #akaashi keiji headcanons #akaashi keiji relationship headcanons #headcanons

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dearest-alexander · 6 years

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You Are The Reason Chapter V (Tom Holland x Reader fanfiction)

Summary: “I could be anything in the world, yet I wanted to be yours. But you don’t love me yet…or do you?“ The whole world thought you’re together but something’s stopping you, something’s stopping him.

Summary Chapter: “Dreams are excursions into the limbo of things, a semi-deliverance from the human prison.I’ - Henri Amiel

Chapter 5

YOUR POV

Much to our chagrin, traffic jam had caught up right after leaving the hospital premises. Harrison and a sleeping Gabby dropped us off first before heading back to our place. We called out the old guy at the reception who raised a mug of something at us in acknowledgement. My watch read 10:46pm by the time we reached their doorstep. Our dogs’ excited barks could be heard from the other side of the door as Tom wrestled with his keys for a bit.

“Im telling you, he’ll find a way to do it.” Tom argued, pushing the apartment door open.

“Uhm, no. Cause I know Gabby, once she’s tired, she’s tired. You can’t make her do anything not until you’re bleeding to death that is.” I debated back cheekily.

The traffic seemed to go on for the rest of the night ergo, to past boredom, Tom and I exchanged text messages whether Harrison would be able to pull his plan or won’t, among many other silly things. We still have to keep it under wraps since Gabby still has no idea. “What are you two scowling bout back there?” she asked before falling asleep minutes later.

“Fine! Alright! Let’s just ask Harrison tomorrow!” he exhaled with resignation in his voice.

. I brought a clenched fist and elbow to my knees in a sign of victory.

“Bloody hell, you don’t give up do you.” He said after a moment, putting everything on the countertop separating the living room and their kitchen.

I wriggled my eyebrows at him. His face contorted for a second to fight the smile from slipping through. He failed.

“Only for you love.” I said with a laugh, hugging my dog who won’t stop bouncing up at me from the moment we enter the apartment.

“Whatever… How are you lovely?” he knelt down to give Tessa a smooch on her gray head.

I filled the pet bowl with water before dragging my body onto the couch, face down with a heavy groan. I hate traffic.

“You wanna hit the shower first or should I?” Tom asked after minutes of shuffling in and out of the room. I propped my chin but kept my eyes closed as I replied.

“Go ahead, I need a second so these cushion could suck me in.” I wiggled my body as if it would dissipate the stiffness of my legs from sitting too long.

“You know where my room is.” He answered with a small laugh. I heard a creaking noise of the cabinet door then a wisp of wind when he threw something soft and large at my opiate position. I lifted my head when I heard him dematerialized behind the bathroom door.

I scanned the two-bedroom flat from my lying state. It was too tidy for two grown men to live in. Not a crumb or bottles of energy drinks in sight. Perhaps Gabby’s controlling nature had finally rubbed off on Harrison. He and Tom had decided to rent this place from Gabby’s cousin whenever they want to stay a while longer after wrapping up press junkets. Possibly, it was Harrison who wanted to stay longer and Tom being wherever his mate was, would stay until he pleased.

Willing myself to get up, I grabbed my overnight bag and the towel he threw at me to his room, the wall behind the mounted television. Two dogs sniffing happily behind me.

His room reeked with ocean breeze laundry detergent and embodied late adolescence-ness. I noted the lack of articles of clothing and trainers scattered on the floor, unmade bed and wide open luggage last time I was here. His double bed stood at the center of the room, two end tables on either side and dark clothes hung and were neatly stacked on the exposed clothing rack. 10 pairs of shoes in an orderly pile on the floor.

Despite the fact that he had let me sleepover a thousand times, I never heeded nor have I ever had the slight urge to interest myself on what he is like in his solidarity. I pride myself to never the one to snoop around. The prevalent awareness of being in his room haven’t bother me. Up until now. Which was the case I found myself in, prancing around his room as if for the first time in an unnamable light.

His room can’t be categorized as neither pristine nor disorganized. Stuff that usually don’t go well with each other –not that I know anything about interior styling- somehow complemented and blended with his impulsive personality. His obsession on shameless hoarding of any Spider-man merchandise he could get his hands on endured after all these years. “What a total nerd.” I chuckled to myself, setting down his action figure on the same spot. The red and blue collection disparate from the gray overall theme of the room. Letters and artworks from his fans were all compiled inside three black dossiers.

I was lazily lugging my index finger on his dust-free shelf, along the lines of books and photographs of his family, co-star photo calls, sceneries when a solid wooden framed picture halted me in my tracks.

Memories gushed in an unstoppable wave. The picture was cropped from the chest and up. I snapped this shot right after the first successful jumping obstacles I finished with my mare. We’re smiling. His cheek pressed onto mine, his other eye was squinting in order to avoid the harsh glare of the sun and my face reddened with sweat and excitement in his riding helmet. My arm was draped around his shoulders while the other extended the camera to fit us in the frame. I remembered hurriedly leapt down to Tom, who was already reaching out for me before my booted feet even touched the damp ground. I remembered stalling in his embrace, his body radiated as if he had somehow swallowed the whole sun, his thumbs that were drawing circles on my hips, pushing down the hitch emanating from my throat. I remembered how I together with his family went to their lake house later in the evening, his dad, stood by my side, with one comforting and familiar arm on my blanket-ed shoulders, staring ahead the setting day had said, out of the blue:

“Sometimes it’s practical to test waters first cause no one wants to dive in murky water, knowing whether we’ll hit the rocks or sand. But this day..” he trailed off, smiling and shaking his head. “He may be daft sometimes but thank you for sticking by him. Thank you for everything you’ve done. Thank you for making him happy.”

Before I could even ask Senior Holland to elaborate, an added weight made the docks screech in slight objection. Tom trudged to where we were, my bottled juice in hand. Frankly, I momentarily lost contact with my body, with my surroundings upon seeing his delightful face, how his curls bounced voluptuously like he’d just been prepped for some bloody movie minutes ago.

All these years, I try not to abide on what would happen if Tom and I just.. that maybe we could… I shook my head to eliminate the thought that’s been trying to eat me ever since once upon a time.

Tom’s POV

We were left to ourselves. Again., I think Harrison and his girlfriend liked to do this on purpose. There's a part of me wanted to strangle them both for doing this, albeit, the half part wanted to get down on my knees and hug them both with praise and reverence, saying "I owe you, big time."

I turned the shower knob off and quickly dressed in a shirt and sweats. I walked out into an empty and barely lit hall. The only evidence of her presence was her dog sitting outside my slightly open bedroom door. I patted his furry head before I knocked gently. She was not the one to get un-clothe with the door left ajar so I peeked inside when I didn't hear a response. She was leaning on my table, holding a picture frame in her hands, and the other clutching the desk. She didn't look up until I spoke.

"Hey, everything ok?"

She seemed startled for a swift second before smiling at me and waving the frame in her hands.

"I had no idea you printed and framed this."

"It was a good day. I should dare you more often." I went to her side, brushing against her as I lean over to look at the picture. I crossed my arms over myself to hide the goosebumps running from the tip of my fingers up to the hairs on my neck.

"Yeah. Really was." She sighed then locked her gaze with mine. I hugged myself even tighter, my fingers dug into my palms to keep from pulling her and crashing my lips to hers.. Heaven knows how badly I wanted no, needed to kiss her. But I’m waiting for her. Waiting for something to cross her eyes that will somehow tell me that she wants this just as bad as I do. I do not want to come across as one of those hot-blooded exes of hers who tried to force her to do something she does not like. But it’s me, I try to tell her with my eyes. I will never hurt you. . I hugged myself tighter to keep my heart from sprinting out of my chest as the moment of pure electricity stretched between us.

Until it wasn't anymore.

"I uhh.. Need to.... Take a bathe." She mumbled and broke her gaze. She handed me the frame and walked away. If she was nervous or felt at least something, she’s hiding it extraordinarily. I could feel my cheeks as they started to redden. She stopped at the door and crouched down in a playful defensive stance against her dog who wagged its tail gleefully. We let out short laughs before she disappeared.

I hung my head to the ceiling and I swear I could hear Harrison say “Youre the world’s greatest idiot..” I groaned.

I couldn’t sleep. My mind has not accustomed with Harrison’s four walls of a bedroom for the past two hours.. Every time she and Gabby would come over, I’ll let her have my bed like the perfect gentleman that I was raised. I didn’t mind the couch nor Harrison’s bed because I knew my sheets would smell like her for the remainder of the week and I would wake up in the morning and bury my face in the pillow. A sweet torture.

I fluffed Harrison's pillow to try to make myself more comfortable. Laying like a starfish on the bed and stared up the ceiling, my mind recalling one type of conversation that had always seem to play out every morning whenever we were alone together..

The couple would show up, their elbows leaning on the countertop, hyperexcitable faces on the palm of their hands, kind of like children waiting for their slices of chocolate cake.

"So...... Did you do it?"

I kept quiet while rummaging the kitchen for her favorite breakfast. Eyes never leaving my task. But shook my head.. "Nah. Wasn't the right time."

"Oh c'mon man!" Harrison exclaimed, dropping his head on the countertop in between in forearms.

"Alright Osterfield , hand it over ." Gabby opened and closed the back of her hands. Harrison produced a 20 dollar bill from his wallet to give her.

“You guys are the worst. I hope you know that.” I scowled under my breath.

"Thanks H olland " She patted me on my naked back..

"Man! How can you chicken out on me like that, you said you're gonna tell her last night....or the night of last week..... or the fortnight......or the months before that." He whined, Emphasizing each time frame then his forearms inching dangerously near the breakfast I'm making. I moved the plate out of the way and my eyes darted cautiously on my bedroom door. Checking for any signs or sounds of movement.

I shrugged, frowning.

"As much as I like winning against Haz, dude, you have to make a move. That window's not gonna be open forever. Take that hunky actor from GQ for example.”

“What? Who?” I snapped my head at her. I tried to sound less nervous and irritated but even to my own ears, I knew I came up short.

“I forgot his name . But we saw him at Jamba juice last week and the punk’s leaning a bit closer, in my opinion.” she shrugged

"She doesn't like me that way." I countered, hoping to get the melancholy disappointment out of my voice. Eyes still casted down.

"She likes you. Everyone with eyes can see it. You're just both too stubborn to admit it." Gabby retorted, before gulping down a carton of orange juice.

“Why? Did she tell you anything ?” I deadpanned but a little hopeful.

"Actions, Holland. Actions. They speak louder than words, like the song, dumbass." She had an elbow leaning on the counter at my side as she regarded me with slight irk and concern.

"But no... She doesn't tell me anything. You know she's always been like that, bottling up her feelings til she knows she can hold it." She placed the cap back on her carton box.

"Well then, i think i'll just wait for that bottle to spill."

"Tom." Harrison interrupted in a quiet tone that I finally looked at him.

"You know she's not her right?. They're both, different. This is a new story. It's gonna be different this time around. You're not running blindly here, not this time." Harrison was never soft spoken and sober , not unless he could help it.

"Maybe we'll just lock you guys up in here for a week and then maybe we'll see. Don't make me do it." Gabby remarked, staring at the something behind me

"Don't make you do what?" Our heads frantically turned to the sound by my bedroom door. Dressed in a sleeveless loose top and pyjama bottoms, her bedridden hair falling on her shoulders, the palm of her hand digging on his left eye. Her healthy skin glowed along with the morning sun. Eyes still glossy from sleep and puffy lips pouted adoringly. It's almost impossible to be that alluring during this early hour in the morning.

"Hey!!!!! Good morning sunshine! Did you just wake up?" Gabby asked, a little too cheerfully, three of us following her every movement.

"Um yeah. I didn't even hear you guys come in. How was your night?" She sat on the bar stool in front of me and Gabby, Harrison seated on the stool by her side then faced his body towards her, chin leaning on his shoulder. I exhaled a great sigh of relief, our kitchen conversation safe from her ears.

"It was fantastic …” Gabby said in a haste, “ , by the way, I heard you got drunk last night?"

"I did. And I'm never doing it again." She moaned, pressing her forehead on the cold counter, arms folded in front of her.

"Here you go." I pushed the garnished plate in her direction and the glass of juice.

She smiled, "You're brilliant. Did I ever tell you that?." pulling the plate near her.

Gabby made a tsk sound then walked back round to the couch. Harrison grabbed the ripe banana off of her plate before jumping out of his seat.

"Hey! That's mine!" She leapt up abruptly but regretted it in an instant. She grunted, dropping her head onto the surface again.

"You're a buffoon." I threw the dish towel resting on my shoulder at Harrison's figure who hustled out of the way. I hand her another.

"Don't you just love them?!" She mumbled under her breath, sarcastically

"Oh and would you mind putting some shirt on Holland, she and Haz may be used to it, but I'm not besides it's completely unhygienic." She instructed, flinging the shirt I discarded upon waking up from the armrest.

"You tell me." I chuckled, putting my shirt on.

It didn’t take long before I became conscious of her little quirks: the way she would pinch her lips when she’s trying to decide about something, how she likes to pop her knuckles that always seem to creep out Harrison and how she always find something nice to say about mean people. Something about her just felt…right; like everything seems to fall into place whenever she’s near.

My body almost jumped when I felt the incessant and loud ring of my phone on the bedside table.. I clicked answer right away .

"You still up?"

"No." I kid.

"Idiot. I Can't sleep." She sighed.

"Me neither. What are you doing?"

"Reading one of your books"

"What book?" I got up and leaned against the headboard.

She laughed. "You know we can just talk to each other, You're literally just across the hall.

"Ok, let's meet."

I hurriedly put on my shirt and walked out the door. She's already on her way to the fridge when I appeared in the kitchen.

"I'm hungry. How come you don't have anything here?" She complained and closed the fridge door behind her.

"Well, we're always at your place anyway."

"Urgh! Let's order pizza. You're paying." She picked up the phone line in the living room and dialed.

I made my way to the couch and will my body to heel before I do something I will regret. Like, I don't know, maybe kissing the day lights out of her until I die from deoxygenation..

"Hey you wanna watch a movie?" I initiated, grabbing the remote from the floor.

12:47am

"You know what? Fine fine! Let's just watch The Breakfast Club and we'll see who's right." She retorted, getting up from the sofa and inserting the dvd on the player, a slice of pizza dangling from her mouth.

"You're gonna be so bummed out when I win the fourth time today." Putting my hands behind my head and stretching my feet under the blanket we shared on the couch. It's already 2 am and All attempts of falling asleep diminished after indulging on a box of pizza, 2 bags of chips and 4 cans of root beers. My previous jitters had died down to a embers as we fell back into an amiable and platonic routine.

"Ha-ha! Move." She sneered jabbing my foot with her finger.

I scooched over backwards for her to settle comfortably on the opposite side her. She rested her head on the armrest. Her sock clad feet lying near my stomach, I boldly closed my hand around them.

We watched in silence for the rest of the movie until we got to the part at the end where Claire gives John his diamond earring.

"See! I told you, I told you! It was an earring not a ring." I sat up and gestured towards the screen. "Oi yow Pizza!" When I didn't hear or feel a slightest of movement I extended my arm on the floor, half my body still sitting on the couch and look at her. I must have known she had dozed off. Her even breaths were calm and soothing halfway through the movie, her face appeared pallid against the television screen. I got up as gently as I could and sat on the floor, over her side. I watched her for a little while, memorizing the way her shutted eyes would twitch every few seconds, her long eyelashes fanned out attractively across her features, her pouted lips carnation in color. I saw a crease formed at the center of her eyebrows and felt a lump clogging my throat. "What are you dreaming about?" I whispered. I reached an index finger to carefully smoothen it out, and lingered.

"I swear, you'll be the death of me. " Before I could help myself, i pressed a feathered kiss to her forehead in replace of my finger.

8:17 am

I felt more than heard the sound of barely audible mumbles as it vibrated from my chest. I squinted my eyes open to see panting smiles from two dogs and instantly became aware of the soft weight nesting on my chest. I don't remember sleeping in this position earlier in the morning but damn it to bloody hell, I wasn't complaining.

I or she must have moved positions during our sleep because now, on this glorious Sunday morning, our bodies lie snugly on the sofa, both my arms around her, one of her hands rested underneath my shirt, atop the unsteady thumps of my heart. Her head on my shoulder. Blanket still draped over us.

"Want. Pancakes." She mumbled, eyes still closed.

A chuckle crept up onto my already- smiling face. I never knew she talked in her sleep as we've had never been in this position before. I stayed still for quite some time, careful to maintain our position in case she woke up and assess the situation with regret or something . It Could be minutes or hours;. I lapsed the ability to comprehend anything right now as I committed this moment to memory

The smell of her hair dominate the entire room, happily suffocating me to my death.

Or How every inch of her molded perfectly into mine; her breathing patterns almost lulling me back to sleep

Or How her warmth masked and overpower my senses, making me forget to think, to breathe.

A nagging thought entered my mind that I was, in a way, taking advantage of her slumberous state, and was about to separate my body from hers but was snapped out if it when I heard her next words. Making my world rattle to smithereens then build back up again.

"Mmmm.. I like you Tom.”

I looked down on her to see if she’s woken. It probably meant anything that I hope to be but still, I couldn't fight the grin that jeopardizes to split my face in half or the euphoria openly transuding over my skin. I pressed my lips on her forehead and slowly pulled her even tighter. And i could die right after this, because she shifted closer- if that was still even possible-and lightly scratched her fingers on my bare and beating pectoral.

I’ll just put the links of my A03 and Fanfiction pages. :)

#tom holland fic #tom Holland story #tom Holland x reader #tom Holland and reader #tom Holland fanfiction #tom Holland fluff #tom Holland and y/n #tom Holland shirtless #yatr #you are the reason fic

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fuck-customers · 6 years

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Fuck my coworkers

I work as a dishwasher at a local pizza and deli. The food is fairly decent and while we do get a few asshole customers, it isn't that big of a deal. I don't work with any customers so none of that really is my problem.

However, I do get to see plenty of my coworkers. While I get that food service is a nightmare, my coworkers insist on making my nights fucking hell.

A little bit about me: I am a quiet person and like to do my work and leave. I am social, but not in work enviroments, especially when Im fucking trying to clean dishes that are absolutely disgusting and clean giant pizza dough trays for a seperate business. I also close every night I work, and I need to get EVERYTHING done before it closes. I leave work literally drenched in water and food. My coworkers love to act shocked when they see my drenched clothes and i just gotta be like "yeah its no fucking different from the past few months but thanks for the funny joke". Despite this, I try to remain outwardly positive and push through it. No point in bringing others down, right? Well, my coworkers dont feel the same way (all of them are about 10+ years older than me too btw)

I come into work later in the day, and when I am not dish washing, it is up to the delivery drivers who aren't driving (we have many drivers, so that happens often) to dish wash. It is THEIR JOBS. The owners and my manager have made this clear. When I walk into my room, all the dishes manage to get more fucking dirty than before. The sinks are filled with wet food and the water is sometimes bright red and smells of fish. Like, HELLO? THIS IS NOT WHAT CLEAN MEANS. Not to mention, there is food on the floor and no clean dishes, and if there ARE clean dishes, they are so disorganized nobody can find them. Those "clean" dishes are usually covered in food and grease, anyway. So I have to spend extra time cleaning up other peoples' messes, which really makes my night that much better. Especially when I get there and my coworkers demand dishes from me and complain they arent clean yet. Like, yall want dishes so bad? clean them your fucking selves.

Now, I am a jumpy person with anxiety. I work in a tiny room and the sinks are incredibly loud. People realized that approaching me from behind startles me. This one coworker comes up from behind me now on purpose (It is literally impossible to see somebody approach me while I am cleaning) and yells in my ear to scare me. Like wtf??? Her response always is "it is the only way I can feel happiness." and usually also adds "it only gets worse". Like yeah, thanks for the anxiety attack. One of these days Im going to break a glass and I will have no issue blaming her but for now I just go ":) can i have your fucking dish please?"

Some of my other coworkers are down right miserable. They walk into my room just to tell me how much they hate their lives. Like, I get it. Working here sucks. But I barely know you and you are making me feel awkward??? See a therapist, not me. Some of them also love throwing filthy ass dishes into my generally clean sink water and get it completely filthty- instead of the empty sink or literally anywhere else in the room. So now, their dishes are going to be less clean unless I drain and refill the fucking sink which takes forever. So thanks asshole.

My manager also knows I'm jumpy and I hate how dirty my water gets, and he decides to combine the fucking two and literally THROW dishes into my sink and yells "SPLASHDOWN" as I get terrified and soaked in more water. It fucking makes me so mad.

Ironically, though, one of my biggest issues with working there is coworkers who are TOO friendly.

First off, there is our pal JT (not his real name).

He is a 30 year old man and literally finishes every sentence with "bro". Not even joking, I kept track. He is a delivery driver and sometimes would come and "help me clean" (they dont help at all) if I am backed up. The first time I meet this guy, he starts talking about his motorcycle and then proceeds to talk about his European vacation and how he plans on fucking this girl he fucked before on the streets of Paris. Like, thanks for the heads up about your sex life??? we just met??? He then proceeds to ask me if I have kids (I am 18 and literally look 12) and i was like "uh... no?"

Then, he decided to come up with a "handshake" for us. Most of the time, I try to be as nice as I can and be like "dude im working plz go" but im so close to snapping at him. No, dont touch me. I dont know who you are and you are bothering me. Fuck off.

Another coworker, we will call him B, who is on leave for whatever reason, was similar. B was friendly enough I guess. Kinda weird but whatever. Finds out I go to the church he used to go to. Sure enough, next Sunday, B showed up in the middle of mass. I go to church by myself, it is one of the few safe places I have (They are LGBT affirming and shit and I need that), and this guy I barely know sits next to me and starts invading my space and literally being obnixious. I brushed it off and he never showed up again - but it was a horrible moment in my life.

I think I like, 2-3 of my coworkers. But even then, they all manage to actually suck the energy out of me (I have been told I am the ONLY person who is not a total soul sucking bitch there) or just make me weirdly uncomfortable with asking personal questions or talking about graphic sexual content in front of me (once again, nobody wants to hear about your sex life)

Luckily I got a new job and I can quit soon, but god damn it I fucking hate my coworkers

tldr: my coworkers purposefully scare me, splash water on me, tell me about how horrible their lives are or their sex lives, make my work room a mess before i get there then complain nothing is clean, and try to make handshakes with me and show up at my church to "hang out" with me at mass.

#submissions #fuck co-workers #fuck coworkers #fuck managers #submission

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cosmignon · 6 years

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i just saw the incredibles 2

SPOILER THREAD, it’s gonna be disorganized so heads up

ok first of all before i forget what the FUCK was up with that little girl holding the "screensaver is still out there" sign, what did villian woman fucking plant that child there? why wouldnt her brother notice that? WHY DID NO ONE ELSE IN THE CROWD NOTICE THAT THAT CHILD MUST HAVE A MOTHER...

also i dont remember villain woman's name rn

secondly, on one hand im bothered by the "ooga booga watching screens bad" ideology the villain had... but also, she was the villain, so??? i guess it checks out as ok???

im also a bit surprised the business man was not the bad guy, like of course it was either gonna be him or his sister its super obvious... but like since it was his sister id expect the brother would know a bit at least. but nah hes just like... good syndrome i guess??

which is another thing, im not as bothered by the villain being another super rich inventor as i was when the movie was announced, but i AM bothered that hellen didnt like... pick up on some extra bad vibes the moment the screen on the train said "welcome back elastigirl"

like HELLEN, HONEY... you JUST dealt with this same set up not less than a month ago... sure it was bob in the position but you saw the fall out... you shouldve at LEAST been suspicious of winston

like "HEY, winston, are you setting up these fights for me??" "what?! no!" moment of tension, and depending on how far into the movie we are its either 1) hellen accepts that and moves on with the plans or 2) villain woman enacts her plan to take control of elastigirl

which by the way why'd she monolgue her plan at hellen ... to show her power? intimidate her? i guess thats fine, its not like she revealed her whole plan. but she didnt need to do that, either way she went on with her plan

hm next uh the fight scenes were super cool! they did a great job

whoever animated hellen either had a lot of fun or they were suffering, i cant tell in 3d animation

i wish that the two strongest side super characters werent a hulking woman with a deep voice and a hulking black man who seems to speak broken english but yknow cant win em all :/

void was cute tho! she is absolutely a trans lesbian and i can see why the movie brought her out as the star of the sideline supers

itd be nice if violet had friends, or dash had friends, buuut maybe that's what a tv show would be for ;)

oh i really loved the scene where hellen tells bob about how she stopped an out of control train and he turns on the tv to see her face on every channel... they dont outright say it, and focus more on bob's jealousy, but i got a gut feeling that bob was mad about hellen's success with this first victory considering him stopping a train (poorly) was one of the catalysts in outlawing supers in the first place. theres a lot of call backs in this movie but that was my favorite

wouldnt it make more sense for villain woman to sabotage hellen in public? i guess thatd stop the whole project prematurely

i think those are all my main thoughts, good movie, they should make a show

#era of sara #the incredibles 2 spoilers

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tumblunni · 6 years

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HEY I LOVE POKEMON TRAINER BLACK

this boy is literally me what the fuck

Has anyone headcanoned him as autistic? Cos seriously SO many relateable moments! Or another neurodivergence/mental illness or just social awkwardness in general. He's every relateable everything!!!

But seriously tho there are so many ADORABLE moments of him being awkward and super enthusiastic and AAAAAA! like he's literally introduced appearing out of the shadows stuttering so quietly that the postman thinks he's a stalker and judo chops him into a pond. And then his idea of a logical way to prove his identity is to take the postman to his house, ask the neighbour if its his house, and then WALK BACK TO THE POND WHERE THEY WERE ORIGINALLY TALKING INSTEAD OF GOING INSIDE. Like even 'here's the package back, lets start over from scratch'. And then in contrast to how shy he was earlier he's all BOMBASTIC when he meets the other two heroes, he appears out of nowhere on a Braviary screaming about justice and dreams and then vanishes again just as quickly after he's saved everybody. So he's so relateable to me cos he's both shy and loud! Im like that, im so MAXIMUM 110% POWER when im with people im comfortablw with but thats only like 2% of people. And the autism relateableness really comes from the part where he cant control his loudness when he's talking about his hyperfocus? Like literally its treated like a SUPERPOWER in-universe, and the justification for the games being called black and white. "Black can't focus without his Munna eating his dreams, because he gets carrried away thinking about becoming the Champion and cant see what's right in front of him. He needs to turn all those blinding white thoughts back to black!" So seriously he's literally written having a problem that gets in the way of his daily life and using a support pokemon for it, and its literally a problem about hyperfocus and ALSO on top of that he has difficulty talking to people. I'm not just being nuts seeing autism relateability, right?

Also this manga made me appreciate Tepig more! They gave a lot of personality to the starters, showing them fighting each other while waiting to meet their new trainer. Tepig is exactly what you'd expect so far, a reckless shonen hero type who's a glutton for food and gets into trouble because of it. And then Snivy is the snooty beauty queen/king who gets all cold fury at Tepig whenever its stupid antics end up splashing dust or berry juice ln its beautiful tail. So they fight, and then oshawott is the shy pacifistic one who tries to break it up. BUT also it has kind of a demonic temper when you push its patience past the limit! Ten minutes of "but guys you should calm down hey maybe lets just talk about this over a nice cup of tea"and then "SHUDDUP AND DRINK YOUR GOD DAMN TEA" *instant kill samurai technique*

I LOVE THEM

And its so cute how Black befriends Tepig?? It got into trouble cos its shonen heroness made it depressed about losing the fight, its always all "i have to be the best" even when its not relevant or when its causing trouble fpr its own life in the process. So Black can instabtly understand and relate to how it feels! And then Tepig ends up wandering into an angry Sewaddle's food source and stabding on a precarious branch, comfort-eating the last leaf it was saving for winter. Again, hyperfocus letting you get so carried away you mess up! Relateable! So Black swoops in to save it and now he's yelling in full hyperfocus mode ABOUT HOW TEPIG IS THE BEST AND THEY ARE KINDRED SOULS AND I WILL HELP YOU ACHIEVE YOUR DREAMS MY FRIEND!! and tepig cries because its personal dreams to be the best are sort of a self hatred thing where it starts these fights just cos its scared of being laughed at for being weak. And this is the first trainer who thought it was the best??? *sniff* And i like to think that even the artwork was kinda playing into it, cos it says that Black needs to have munna take away all of his dreams in order to focus, but the visual representation shows a mix of black and white tiles with the single solution tile in the middle of all the white ones. So its like in this situation his special interest actually helped him, once he was able to unfocus a little and realize the similarities with Tepig. If he'd conpletely stopped thinking about it he probably couldbt have solved the problem! So maybe his character development would involve learning to manage his focus more effectively instead of trying to magically remove all of it at once? I guess maybe that could be a metaphor for using heavy potentially-dangerous medicine on neurodiverse kids to get them to act "well behaved" but depressed, versus actually getting them the therapy, correct medication if necessary, and coping strategies to manage their condition and retain a full quality of life.

OR, AGAIN, MAYBE IM READING TOO MUCH PERSONAL EXPERIENCE INTO THIS

Oh also and i like that prof juniper is written as a bit of a longsuffering only-sane-person in this world of goofballs, who's not afraid to get sassy and sometimes strict when needs be. She kinda felt like she didnt have much personality in the games beyond being generically nice in all ways and having possibly the least dialogue of any professor. Same issue as elm but at least elm had one npc state he was messy and disorganized even if it wasnt a trait they really showed that much of. Anyway i'm glad to see a juniper that stands up for herself instead of just being all 'oh you kids tee hee' to everything 24/7. Its really like the barebones necessary for a professor character, they dont even actually bother to write a good kind character! Kindness doesnt have to be boring!! (Tho i also like this different sass version too!)

Anyway im lovin this so far so im gonna keep going! Favourite scene: "Knowing Black i bet he's either screaming off a clifftop about his dreams or curled up in the library hogging every book about Tepigs." *cut to him curled up in the library, also screaming*

#A Good Boy #A Good Me #thats it guys i dont even need to do a lets play bunni's pokemon advebture is literally already canon #good boy soft boy actual horcrux of my soul boy #oh man i wish i had an emotional support munna #i dont like how they draw it looking like an alien suckinh out his brain tho #then again a creepy but kind friend makes it even cuter!

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annieoftheshitposts · 7 years

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this post used to be a link to the old canons page but i’m turning it into a text dump of the revised one for people on mobile [or who have bad wifi/computers that the fancy schmancy script on the canons page wouldn’t play well with.] theres a lot sorry not sorry. here we go.

Canon Info

Much more is said about Annie in external sources than the game itself, here's copypastes of all I know of and go by.

From the 3rd DLC Character Voting page:

As popular figures in nationwide folktales, a children’s television adaptation of Annie and Sagan’s adventures was inevitable. The show’s success lies in its pair of live action hosts, who are as convincing as their cartoon counterparts. Though what the public learns about the real Annie might surprise them. Annie is a seasoned fighter who has been around for a long time, acquiring many skills and powers along the way. Her sword is forged from a meteorite and can channel the power of the stars in its sweeping cleaves. Her right eye bonds her to her Remote Parasite and partner, Sagan, who grants her powers of a galactic motif. While some of her abilities carry more of a sparkly magical girl motif, Annie tries to execute them with the same sternness.

From "The canon info thread" on Skullheart Encore forums:

-Annie is several-century-old. Her immortality was gained when her parents wished on the Skull Heart so that Annie would never have to experience the hardship of adulthood, thereby making her forever a child. -She has had many different weapons and abilities throughout her life. - Sagan, her remote parasite. keeps her right eye in his mouth. - She’s physically not able to swear due to her condition - She is familiar with Double due to her experience fighting Skullgirls - Annie has encountered a lot of Skullgirls and has killed a lot, but not the same a lot. She’s seen the cycle multiple times and seen how they become stronger each time and is looking for the underlying source now. - The Annie of the Stars show is very similar to the Super Mario Bros. Super Show with live action segments with cartoons and PSAs and commercials in between. - Sagan can talk. Somehow. - Annie hides her immortality by getting a new hairstyle every few years. The show tells the audience that they have simply changed the actress. Eliza also pulls a similar trick

and finally some other misc. scraps that weren't covered above:

-annie has some kind of "super" or "powered up" form, in which she seems to fuse with sagan. it can be seen on her

move concept sheet, in the end of robo-fortune's story mode, and as a very tiny feature on one of robo-fortune's merch posters, but to my knowlege it's never really been talked about.

-she's been depicted with an "incognito outfit", presumably for going out in public and not being recognized by fans.

-sagan is named after renowned astrophysicist carl sagan. this isnt really relevant to anything but it's not on the wiki so i figured i'd share :b

-and this random pic of annie in the past with a different look, plus gun and minus eyepatch, apparently official art from the "digital art compendium". i haven't seen the source for this one myself though, and count this one more as speculative canon since that ingame image up there with her eye uncovered doesn't show a scar or any kind of damage from this.

-another canon fact about annie is she is strong and brave and i love her.

Headcanon (Annie)

this is pretty disorganized bc i come up with and revise random shit on a fairly regular basis, but the very least it should be all here and up-to-date. [though on this text post version i may forget to keep it updated oops.

she can still only normally see from the one eye in her head [and likewise probably has terrible depth perception lmao], but she can “project” her vision into the one sagan has if need be, during which time both he and her main eye are blind.

even though sagan’s vision is his own and she doesn’t actively “see” through that eye most of the time, the stuff he sees still becomes part of her memory and she can recall it if need be, though it’s far less tangible and kind of a surreal experience trying to do so.

the space where her other eye was is now just...space. like empty starry void stuff. yes, TECHNICALLY, you could put stuff in it but why would you. sagan can feel when something interacts with it and it’s really just weird and uncomfortable for both of them.as sagan is the source of their powers, the strength of her abilities is slightly dependent on her distance from him. something like long sustained flight is really only capable if they’re touching, but she still has ample firepower and ability to zip around for a pretty good range otherwise.

Not interested in anime

absolutely hates being called her full name; hasn't gone by anything other than "Annie" for longer than anyone that should be alive today should know.

part of her curse of eternal youth is remembering everything up until the point it kicked in and she stopped aging [i.e. when she was Actually a kid] exactly as well as if she hadn’t aged.

from that point however, a lot of it is hazy as shit aside from more recent times [as you’d expect from someone who’s been around hundreds of years]. this one's gonna be angsty as shit when i address it and you can thank @sandstriker for that. fucker.

also hates being restrained. by the concept sheet and beo's story, her fighting style is very kinetic and relies heavily on mobility; take that away and you get one very uncomfortable and very angry starchild. [this one's 'cause of y'all with the handcuffs asks. this is part of why she's so agitated rn.]

what's in the pouch? whatever is alternatively convenient. is it snacks? is it a quick incognito disguise? is it her whole entire sword? who knows. i think it might be infinite hammerspace in there.

i haven't put much though into this side of her story yet, but i've decided part of the mythos of the "annie of the stars" character as a figure of legend is that she literally lives, among the stars.

if there's enough folktales about her to base an entire show off of, i'm willing to bet she used to be less elusive when she was just about fighting skullgirls before dedicating herself to the whole "looking for the underlying source" thing.

Headcanon (Sagan)

tl;dr: as far as things go here, he's essentially a cat and/or younger sibling.

Sagan's canon information and characterization is basically nonexistant, so i got to do pretty much whatever i wanted with him lmao.

simply put, he's a little gremlin of a partner, but he is genuinely good-natured and a happy-go-luckly little dude. mischevious, loves to get up to Shenanigans, go off and hide/disappear to fuck knows where for several hours, climb and sit on tall things[or failing that, annie's head], etc. @sawkinator has described him, regrettably accurately, as "the Token Disney Animal Sidekick". he has a lot of mannerisms like an animal, but is still very much a being of at least average human intelligence. he's also surprisingly indestructible. far from invincible of course, but in canon he's been shown to be quite stretchy and...possibly have minor shapeshifting capabilities?? he's pretty much immune to being squashed and feels very little [if any] pain from most things. really, as far as i can tell he's pretty much a weird sentient plushie. like, if it's not going to damage a plushie, it's not going to hurt him; examples being: getting knocked back really hard or falling a long way? not a problem. fire? problem.

Sagan tends to be somewhat nonverbal and generally only uses a few words or short phrase at a time when he does speak, which sounds something like the voice clip below. that being how it is, he can be kind of inscrutable and more than a bit jarring to most people--though at this point annie's been with him more than long enough to be completely desensitized to it and doesnt quite get why anyone would be perturbed. fortunately, with that familiarity also comes understanding, and she can easily "translate" and articulate more from his expressions. this understanding is a two-way street, and on its other side is sagan's sensitivity to her moods. annie's not particularly...communicative of her emotions, but sagan can always tell when she's having an off day or something's bothering her, and is far better than anyone at helping her feel better. all things said and quirky antics aside, he and annie are exceptionally close and fiercely protective of eachother the moment it comes to it. they don't make a big deal of showing it outwardly, but they know they've always got eachother's backs.

he's taken quite a liking to beowulf as well, and beo defintiely shamelessly enables sagan's shenanigans.

as i see it, annie may be the passion and power of their operation, but sagan is the heart and soul. beowulf is like....comic releif and emotional support. not entirely necessary, but certainly welcomed to have around. yeah. listen im a big sap i just want them all to be good friends ok. i love them.

also sagan does like and watch a lot of anime.

Blog Canon

miscellaneous happenings that either have continued relevance/significance, or y'all just won't let die. there's not a overarching plot to this thing at all, but geez we’ve kinda gathered some history here huh?

taught sagan to say fuck [and other swears, in her stead]. he used to have to do it on command but he's gotten really good at filling in for her.has a

stoat fursona that beo helped her make. she thinks it's neat/cute but has no real attachment to it.

attempted to sue the crystal gems for ripping off her entire shtick [it didn't go well]

beowulf also taught her how to dab.

@sparkeletran is a nuisance and must be stopped

the 70$ pile of high school musical merch. sagan and beo both wear the t-shirts sometimes. she hates it. don't let her attitude fool you though this is actually the best and most important ongoing joke in this whole damn thing.

the first handcuffs stint. they’re gone now but they had a good ~30-post run, and she did take to learning lockpicking because of it.

this.

hey. guess fucking what lads. handcuffs ROUND TWO 'cause y'all just don't fuckin' quit. the first mini story arc sorta thing, in which she visits the cirque des cartes and has an aggravting encounter with taliesin. [currently ongoing][hopefully soon ending]

[[redacted for ""spoilers""]] due to said encounter with taliesin

sparkeletran is a nuisance,

"the official annie of the stars instagram is just cat memes but with sagan" it's canon but i haven't decided whether it's something she would have had already or a recent thing. [either way, hasn't been touched on yet due to the arc taking so long]

badart annie is sorta like her own thing at this point but nothing that happens with her is canon; she p much just shows up for exceptionally dumb posts. we did give her noclip though which is terrifying. on that note i may as well include the things that are Not canon but y'all won't let me forget

beo's animated belt thing. look. it doesnt talk.

spray-on boots.

the lawnmower weapon

uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh homestuck

#not annieposting

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amnesia snippets bc im a disorganized fuck

“ @safetytank the base plot is that ya boys are out doing something or other with some soldiers and get jumped by bandits, damen gets clonked on the head and THE REST IS HISTORY (fuck me i’d love to make this proper and finished but the wedding fic is taking up all my attention) also feel free to stick any of this under a readmore bc even these little bits are kinda long”

DAMEN GETS AMNESIA AND FORGETS LAURENT AND ITS SO SAD AND IM SO SAD EVERYONE READ THIS AND CRY WITH ME

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Auguste of Vere knelt over him, one hand tilting his jaw upwards as that accented voice said again, “Damen.”

In the split-second it took him to drive his fist into the prince’s shoulder, he had the sense of mind to stomp down the pang of guilt at how his opponent’s expression had been one of worried concern.

Strangely—if fortunately—the Veretian hadn’t expected the move at all, and hit the ground hard enough that the force threw him onto his back. In the space of a heartbeat, Damen rolled over and scrambled to his feet, yanking his sword from its scabbard in expectation that the other prince would have done the same.

He hadn’t. His counterpart had only managed to wedge an elbow between himself and the grassy dirt, and now Damen could see what looked like a piece of yellow silk knotted tightly around the arch of his foot.

He frowned, his sword’s grip never wavering. Auguste hadn’t been injured before they had begun fighting, he was sure of it. And neither of their armies carried yellow, only blues and reds. Now that he thought on it, he didn’t recognize their surroundings at all. Marlas was a wide-open field, not a valley between gently-sloping hills and dense forest.

And Auguste…was not Auguste, he realized with a dawning moment of comprehension. The man lying at his feet was a fair double, possessing the same pale complexion and blond hair as the Veretian royal family, but he was thinner, softer, and wore his fear more plainly than any real crown prince would have allowed.

“Damen,” the impersonator repeated. Then, in Akielon, “It’s me.”

He breathed out, letting the tension drain from his shoulders. Just like Vere to claim they would hold to the rules of an honorable battle, and then send a body-double in their prince’s place. He sheathed his sword, staring down at the false prince with unmasked disdain.

“Clearly,” he spat, “it is not. Tell me where you have taken me.”

The confusion on the double’s face gave him pause, enough that the man seemed able to gather himself, wheels clearly turning behind those lake-blue eyes.

“We’re camped at the foothills of Serecote,” the false prince spoke in accented Akielon. “You are in no danger.”

His glance around them at the bodies strewn across the grass was a snippy retort all on its own.

“They were brigands,” the Veretian continued, admirably calm for someone sprawled on the ground with what looked like a broken ankle and a ruse that had come apart inside of a minute. “Loyal to no country and no ruler. All of them have been dispatched.”

As likely a story as any. “Why have you brought me here?” he demanded, very deliberately placing a hand on the pommel of his sheathed sword. “Are you hoping for an Akielon surrender if my father can’t produce a combatant? Because I can assure you that won’t be the case.”

The imposter’s flinch was the only hint that his words had any effect whatsoever. No matter, he thought, taking a last glance at the corpses strewn around them for any clue that one might be playing dead with a knife gripped under their bloodied breastplate. The hills surrounding them would provide enough of a vantage point to gauge his distance from any mountain ranges, and from there chart his course back to the border.

The only problem would be evading his captors but, as he met the double’s eyes again, he didn’t believe that would be too much of an obstacle.

“Damen.” He paid the double no attention, choosing the nearest hill that wouldn’t leave his back exposed, in case the imposter had falsified his broken ankle as well. “Damen!” Then what had to be a filthy curse in Veretian. “Damen, wait!”

“Don’t call me that,” he responded in annoyance, turning his head enough to catch sight of the imposter still propped up on his elbows—his injury legitimate, then.

“Damianos of Akielos,” the double snapped, the title dripping with venom. “Your father has been dead for three years.”

The lie was of such poor quality its brazen tone caught him entirely off-guard.

“Is that what they told you to say?” he blurted after a moment or two. “Your masters are more terrible at this than I thought. Where’s your national pride in dishonesty and deceit?”

He shouldn’t have stayed to insult the exposed fraud, no matter how amusing it was to see the man take such offense that he was rendered practically speechless.

~~~~~~~~OH SHIT EVERYONE ELSE SHOWS BACK UP~~~~~~~

“United?” he blurted, the words punching through the shock rooting him to the spot. “How—when—”

“I believe it would be appropriate,” Auguste’s double interjected, silencing Nikandros’ beginnings of an answer, “for proper introductions at this time. None of this will make sense to him otherwise, so it would be prudent to begin with what is most important.”

From the gathered men’s silence, it seemed they agreed. Damen bristled silently at their acquiescence to a Veretian, and a professional liar at that.

“Fine,” he agreed reluctantly. “I would hope you know me already,” he addressed the gathered Akielons, whose nods without hesitance were a comfort. “In fact,” he turned back to the man wearing a prince’s armor, “the only one here I don’t know is you.”

Were he not seated as close to the imposter as he was, he might not have caught the minute strain of a tendon in the man’s neck, only a flicker of movement before those icy eyes settled on his own.

“Very well,” the man replied, his tone deliberately kept even. “Your people know me as King Laurent of Vere.”

King? His mouth fell open. He didn’t bother trying to close it again.

“You, however,” the man, the king of Vere, continued, “know me as your Prince-Consort.” He spoke the Akielon words with more of a pronounced accent than he did his conversational vocabulary. “We have been married for two and a half years.”

“We have not,” was all that came out of his mouth, on such a whispery breath that it robbed the words of the argumentative tone he’d intended. “We haven’t—Nikandros, this is—”

His friend’s lowered eyes were answer enough on their own.

“Married?” Damen blurted helplessly. To him?

“Whether you remember it or not, it was somewhat of an extravagant affair,” continued King Laurent, as if he were discussing the weather. “Three days of ceremonies, seven more of feasting, some ridiculous display you insisted on that involved horses—”

“The first ride is a revered tradition,” Damen mumbled, cheeks flushing with warmth. The thought of parading around atop a ceremonially-decorated steed with this mouthy Veretian royal in his lap was embarrassing enough without the addition that everyone presently gathered had likely witnessed it as well.

“So you told me, repeatedly.” The king’s tone remained cool and unperturbed as one pale finger idly circled the rim of his goblet. “Perhaps it’s better you’ve forgotten the mountains of paperwork that came after. Ratifying the merge of two kingdoms did not make for a particularly thrilling honeymoon.”

They were married.

~~~~~~~~MOM THE BOYS ARE FIGHTING ;A;~~~~~

“Oh,” he groaned aloud. Right. Married. Of course there was only one bed. “Did we—”

“We shared it,” Laurent answered, his eyes never straying from his sheaf of paper. “And many other things besides.”

He was glad Laurent hadn’t looked up. He wouldn’t have approved of Damen’s appalled expression.

“You needn’t subject yourself to my presence tonight.” Of course Laurent had caught his shudder despite Damen’s best attempt to hide it. “My own quarters are distanced enough that my existence shouldn’t offend your gentle sensibilities.”

“Are you always like this?” he responded irritably, his words harshened by exhaustion and still-lingering disbelief. “I can’t think what I must have seen in being insulted every time I so much as breathe with you around.”

“It’s no concern of mine that you shy away from responsibility like a whipped dog,” retorted Laurent, finally deigning to lift his gaze from the report fix Damen with an icy, calculating stare.

“I’ve been told not half a day ago that not only is every member of my family dead, some after trying to kill me, but that I’m supposed to lead two kingdoms’ worth of people that want any excuse to throw us back into war!” he exclaimed in exasperation. “It’s a lot to take in, thank you!”

He’d hoped pleading for sympathy might soften those blue eyes, but they merely narrowed in subtle displeasure.

“Ten years might have passed for you, but they haven’t for me,” he continued, too tired to keep the helplessness from seeping into his voice. “I’m not the Damianos all of you are convinced I must be. I have no idea what to make of any of this, to be truthful. I’m still not sure I believe any of this is really happening. And you’re not helping with this needless vulgarity.”

Laurent simply stood and made to leave. “You are correct,” he spoke over his shoulder in parting. “You are not Damianos. He would never defend his inexperience by bleating like a sullen child.”

The canvas flap of the tent entrance had already swung back into place before he’d finished spitting an obscenity at Laurent’s retreating back.

~~~~~~everyone’s upset, let’s calm down a little and try again~~~~

“His Majesty humbly requests your presence, Exalted.”

The messenger was well-trained enough not to react to Damen’s disbelieving snort at the use of the word “humbly.”

The tableau in his head hadn’t been exact, but he’d carried a clear expectation of how the King of Vere might present himself upon Damen’s entering his tent. From what little time they’d spent together he’d become quite accustomed to the haughty reticence and lancing words, familiar with his supposed-husband’s meticulous dedication to exacting social performances. As such, Damen had expected to find him lounging disinterestedly on some ornate piece of Veretian furniture, or perhaps seated at his missive-covered desk with a quill and impossibly straight-backed posture.

He certainly hadn’t expected to catch the ruler of two nations in the midst of pouring tea.

“Damen,” Laurent acknowledged, “thank you for coming.”

Everything about the scene was jarring. The fussy, demanding King Laurent bent over a low-set table with an overly elaborate piece of porcelain in hand, serving tea as if the camp wasn’t full of attendants to do it for him. The pair of cups he must have acquired specifically for this purpose, as their Akielon simplicity couldn’t have looked more out of place surrounded by Veretian opulence. The fact that Damen had been greeted cordially, almost warmly, rather than enduring some manner of snide comment upon his entrance.

He hadn’t been this wary since his father had agreed to hear the Veretian herald’s terms at Marlas.

The dark turn of his thoughts must have shown on his face. Laurent set the teapot down, one pale hand indicating the seat arranged opposite his own.

“I fear we’ve made poor first impressions of one another,” he said, making no visible acknowledgment of Damen’s cautious approach and guarded sitting posture. “Yesterday was a volatile time for the both of us, yourself in particular. I believe it would be to our mutual benefit if we could, perhaps, start anew?”

If it seemed too straightforward for what Damen had come to understand was a treacherously corkscrew Veretian nature, it was probably exactly that.

“As much as I’m sure you’d love to uncover some hidden motive of mine,” Laurent interrupted as if reading his thoughts, “you will be disappointed to find that I am perfectly capable of honesty, should the situation call for it.” Some unidentifiable emotion passed over those blue eyes. “I have you to thank for that, in fact. Tea?”

Whatever his dedication to remaining steadfast against Laurent’s machinations, he could perhaps hope that one claiming to be his husband would not try to poison him with so many Akielon soldiers gathered outside. His first sip had his brows raising in surprise.

“This is—”

“Ironwart,” Laurent finished for him. “You introduced me after we returned to Ios.” Something gentle flitted across his face, quickly hidden by the action of lifting his own cup to his lips. “You pouted at me for an entire afternoon when I told you Veretian tea is taken with milk.”

“That doesn’t make any sense,” he said, “you’d just end up—”

“—Diluting the flavor,” Laurent said together with Damen, their voices mingling in unison. “You were quite clear in your belief that I’d rendered the health benefits entirely ineffectual.”

“Not that it stopped you, I’m assuming.”

“Now you’re catching on.” The approval in Laurent’s tone sounded strange, at least compared to the predictability of his snappish insults, but it was not unpleasant to have directed at Damen for once.

His eyes caught on a glitter at Laurent’s wrist. Strange, he hadn’t thought the king’s austere preferences included jewelry. Laurent, of course, noticed immediately, and lifted his other hand to tug back his sleeve.

The golden cuff encircling one slender wrist was Akielon in design, simple in shape and minimalist in decoration. Were the implication of such an item not paramount to its aesthetics, he might have said the color suited the Veretian king.

“You gave me this,” Laurent said, turning his hand so that the metal glimmered in the lamplight. “Its twin sits on your own arm.”

~~~~~~~~~~REBUILD UR RELATIONSHIP AW YEAH~~~~~~~~~

“Tell me about Damianos.”

Laurent, perceptive as ever, had immediately turned those blue eyes upon him with an unreadable expression. “What do you wish to know?” The guarded tone was clear, though his closing and setting aside his book was a sign that it was safe to proceed.

“What you—what he was like,” Damen corrected. “There are ten years between us, and I have…difficulty understanding the place he occupied in the world.”

Though Laurent remained seated with a wary stiffness, the admission seemed successful as an extended olive branch. “He was an effective ruler,” he began, clearly playing his words close to his chest. “Much beloved by his people, and passionate about the merge of two kingdoms so long at war with one another. Though he was one of the best captains I had ever served with, he did not possess a violent heart, and was pleased to see conflicts ended with a minimum of bloodshed.”

It was entirely possible Laurent was withholding anything but praise for the Other Damen out of a hope that compliments would earn him the veneer of trustworthiness. Still, Damen couldn’t bring himself to think that his counterpart could have been a greedy miser or a murderous tyrant. The Akielon honor guard would never have treated him with respect if he had, let alone the unanimous support Other Damen seemed to have garnered from the kyroi.

“Who was he when he wasn’t king?” Damen asked, hoping to keep from demanding too much too quickly, else his best source of information might shut down and wave him off entirely.

Laurent broke their held gazes, turning instead to his hands clasped in his lap. “He disliked confinement,” he said after a moment’s pause. “If there was nothing to hold him from it, he would be out riding or hunting, or participating in some manner of sport.”

That, at least, sounded familiar. He didn’t even realize he’d let a smile creep onto his face until a glance at it seemed to strengthen his plea in Laurent’s mind.

“He gave endless amounts of advice, whether it was called for or not. He made no mystery of his opinions, and stood by them with a conviction I’ve yet to see matched by any other man.”

“He sounds incredibly stubborn,” Damen offered.

“I’ve met rocks with less commitment to holding their ground.”

He chuckled aloud at that, imagining the Other Damen and Laurent debating into the night because neither believed in surrendering his point. The sound of his voice seemed to startle Laurent, earning him another of those looks that carried within it a strange jumble of approval, mixed heavily with sorrow.

“What brought the two of you together?” he asked, tentatively and hoping his intrusion might be buoyed forward on good humor. “It seems a strange coupling, given how different you both are.”

“A shared goal,” Laurent answered simply. “He wanted his country back, I wanted mine. His brother stood in his way, my uncle stood in mine. Any course other than working together would have been ill-advised, suicidal at worst.”

“Did you get along with him then?”

“Of course not,” Laurent practically snorted, though such a crude verb could hardly be applied to the delicacy of his every action. “He found me insufferable and I found him defiant and uncultured. Had he not proven his usefulness to me I’d have had him executed on the flimsiest of premises.”

He’d heard the gist of the story, but to have it confirmed so flippantly put an uncomfortable weight in his stomach that he couldn’t quite get rid of.

Of course, Laurent would have noticed even if it hadn’t shown on his face. The observation seemed to sober the other man somewhat from the light tone he’d used moments before. “I treated him poorly,” he admitted in what could almost be described as a small voice. “He didn’t deserve the punishments I inflicted upon him in my misplaced anger. He proved his unwavering loyalty time and again, and I couldn’t have asked for a more honorable companion.”

“You cared for him very much,” Damen observed, dropping the pretense of phrasing it as a question.

Laurent sighed, his gaze rooted firmly to the floor. “I did.”

In that moment, he could begin to conceptualize the sheer weight of loss that had to be hanging from the Veretian king’s shoulders. The Damianos he spoke of was everything Laurent himself was not. Together they’d tackled situations neither of them could have survived on their own, and had deposed two usurpers to rule two kingdoms’ worth of people through their combined efforts and complementary strengths. To lose that person, with whom he had built so much and weathered so many storms…

“I’m sorry,” he said weakly, though the words seemed to inadequate to fill the silence that had opened between them like some great, gaping chasm.

~~~~~i’m sorry~~~~~~

#THIS WAS FUCKING AMAZING AND IS BREAKING ME APART AND I NEED MORE OH MY GODDDDD #submission #captive prince #amnesia fic

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jungksbih · 7 years

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First Dates II

here’s part 2!! it’s mostly filler the good stuff will come later i promise, the story just has to develop some more!

genre: fluff, comedy, smut, angst, etc.

pairing: Johnny x reader

word count: 1785

Parts: I II III IV V

“You’re Troian, right? I’m Johnny.”

It took a moment for you to register what he said as you furrowed your eyebrows thinking about what caused him to call you Troian, forgetting that you were supposed to be pretending that you were her. After a momentary pause it dawned on you that you should probably take a seat instead of staring at him oddly.

“Uh, yeah…” you smiled awkwardly and sat down in front of him. The awkwardness was filling the entire cafe by the second, and it got to the point where he was practically staring into his glass of water as if there was something in there. You cleared your throat slightly and took a sip of the water beside you and thought of what you could say to start conversation. Before you could open your mouth to say something though he ran both of his hands through his hair and down his face before flashing a bright smile at you as if he understood how uncomfortable you were.

“So, are you familiar with this cafe? Or should i say this area?” He asked. You hummed while thinking about the answer for a moment and you shrugged, coming up with your answer.

“Yeah, actually I’m slightly familiar, i was born and raised in New York but i came here for college so it’s been like a year or so but i’ve gotten comfortable quickly.” You answered confidently. You hoped that you weren’t too much of a bore since he wasn’t as bad at you expected. Yes he wasn’t very talkative, but it could have been much worse than just that. You remembered the different potential types of men you thought you’d meet tonight and the thought caused you to let out a small laugh, shaking your head and you found yourself distracted again. You looked at Johnny who was confused at your sudden burst of laughter which caused you to laugh even harder before taking a sip of your water and starting to explain the cause of your laughter.

“When i was getting ready tonight, i honestly thought you were going to be some 80 year old, sweaty, perverted bald guy i was terrified. But now, i looked at you and just thought about what it would be like if you were actually like that and i found the idea to be quite...comedic.” Johnny found himself smiling at your explanation, in fact he even allowed himself to let out a small chuckle of amusement.

“Well how do you know? Am i even Johnny? Or am i someone that the real Johnny sent to lure you in? Maybe i really am an 80 year old sweaty perverted bald guy, what if your sight is bad? The possibilities are endless.”

“Well isn’t that intriguing. Johnny, the man of many mysteries.”

“That’s me.” He watched you take another sip of your water and he stood up a bit after. “Do you want something substantial to drink? Or a pastry?” Before you could think up an answer there was a loud growling sound followed by the instant reddening of his face. You smiled widely and shook your head at his offer knowing that there was a much better solution to the situation at hand. All they had at the cafe was small pastries and coffee which wasn’t exactly the best option for a late night date, but you couldn’t blame the guy for trying.

“Maybe we should go get something more filling? How does ramen sound?”

“Yes that sounds way better than my idea, it’s almost like you read my mind...or my stomach.” You both laughed at his comment, and you stood up carefully. “I know this really good restaurant but its like 20 minutes to half an hour away, i have a car though...if you’re okay with riding with me of course.”

“Yeah of course i dont have an issue with it at all.” The two of you made your way out of the cafe and you began making small talk about irrelevant things but the feeling of comfortability made you feel better than you have in a while. The majority of the warmth came from the idea of actually going on a functional date with someone that wasn’t half bad. He made dry jokes- a ton of them, one after the other yet you still found yourself laughing along to them without a second thought as if they were the funniest thing you heard.

The walk to his car was a generous walk away and he frequently paused the conversation to apologize for the distance, claiming that he was “too nervous and needed some fresh air so he could calm down before showing up like an idiot” to which you laughed off but silently grimaced to yourself. If anything you were the one that showed up looking like an idiot but the thought didn’t bother you too much since he was so welcoming.

“Im also sorry about not being able to talk to you immediately like i am now, im just very shy when it comes to meeting new people. I’m bad at socializing so im glad that this is now going well.” You nodded at his comment, noticing the slowness of the walk as the both of you approached his car. He picked up his pace and walked in front of you, opening the passenger door before moving to the other side.

You sat in the passenger seat and looked around, taking in the cleanliness yet slight disorganization of the car. You could tell that this was how he normally kept his car, considering the idea of him taking you anywhere in his car most likely wasn’t one of his plans or so you hoped. He started the car after you closed the door and put on your seat belt so you could look like you took precautions even though you didn’t.

“Was there something specific you wanted to listen to? Any specific taste?” He offered. He glanced over at you and you shook your head in response. You would have answered with a definite answer but you didn’t know what kind of music Troi listened to, and the last thing you wanted was to say a genre only for it to be the one that she hated.

“I listen to all types, plus it’s your car so id rather hear what stuff you like.” You smiled at yourself, hoping that was a suffice answer. He hummed in response before turning on the radio and switching it to one of his playlists that he already had.

Coldplay. You didn’t expect him to be the coldplay type of person- whatever that looked like, but if anything in your opinion he looked more of the type of person that liked alternative music? Maybe indie? And yes, you were fully aware that the group was considered to be alternative, but it still surprised you. You began laughing to yourself at the thought of how far off you were in your assumption.

“What? Not your cup of tea? I’ll have you know that you were the one that offered to listen to my type of music…”he trailed off while giving you another glance from the side of his eye. Although he was faced at the road you could still clearly see the smug look on his face, the kind of look that made you want to both laugh and wipe it off of him at the same time.

“I’m not laughing at that you idiot.” You paused. “Although, it is pretty interesting… i was laughing more at how completely wrong i was about your music taste.”

“That sounds pretty comedic to me.”

“I love your sarcasm it speaks to me perfectly.” Before you could say more you remembered the assignment that you had to do for the next day, and if it was late you wouldn’t be able to turn it in at all. A part of you really didn’t want to but you knew that your grade would suffer incredibly if you didn't go to do it which left you at an uncomfortable position.

“I know this is really inconvenient and all but, i remembered that i have a really important assignment to do tonight and it’s most of my grade and i know how stupid i sound it sounds like a lame excuse to leave but trust me that’s not the case i just-”

“It’s fine i get it grades come first.” He cut you off and pulled over to the side of the road. He leaned back in his seat and looked over at you while you were still trying to find words to say to help the situation a bit more even though it wasn’t a terrible situation in the first you couldn’t help but feel guilty for it. “Would you like for me to bring you back to your place? Or do you want me to drop you off here? It would be faster for you if i just drove you but it’s up to you.”

Without thinking about the idea that he might have known details about where Troian lived you nodded in agreement. “Yeah that’d be great, thanks for understanding.”

During the entirety of the car ride the two of you continued to make jokes after telling him the address that you lived at. A quick moment of silence came in between the jokes frequently that made the mood more comfortable. For a brief moment you cursed yourself because you knew that this would most likely be the last time that you’d see him, especially since he was under the impression that you were your friend and the likelihood of finding a way to explain the situation to him without either sounding weird or making Troi look like a bitch was almost slim to none. The car slowed down a bit and your apartment complex was to the right of you. You were home, you survived. You opened the door after unbuckling and stuck one foot out before turning back to him with an apologetic smile.

“Thank you for bringing me home.” You paused and thought about whether or not you should tell him the truth while you were still given the opportunity. “I’m really sorry that it was cut so short i was really looking forward to eating with you, you’re a really great guy Johnny.”

You got out of the car and waved goodbye after closing the door behind you. Before even waiting another second to allow yourself the possibility of telling him the full length truth you walked towards the front door, only looking back once more to see if he already left- which he hadn’t.

#johnny suh #johnny fic #nct fic #nct johnny #nct smut #johnny smut #nct scenario #johnny scenario

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Zey, prime numbers because im currently our and cant remember specific numbers well

This is already exceedingly long and I have answered exactly one question. This is going under a read more.

Also, you are now in possession of my eternal love.

1. What does their bedroom look like?

Well, her bedroom is shared with Rekmid and it is a Complete Mess. Clothes thrown everywhere, little trinkets stashed on every flat surface but the bed, a sunning area for Rokgor shoved in one corner. Zey flies everywhere and Rekmid has tough feet, so neither of them really bother to keep things off the floor. To note, it isn’t actually messy in the traditional sense? There is no remnants of like weeks old food or laundry that has needed done for years now or anything, it’s simply a bunch of things they love and value thrown everywhere. Zey loves collecting cool looking things and had to start over upon boarding the ship, so most of their early dates was, well, going on hunts throughout Plantasia and the ship for Cool Things.

Zey has a little birdhouse Rekmid made that hangs from one of the headboard posts of the bed, but doesn’t sleep there. It’s more for her clothes and her smaller, more prized possessions. They’ve always joked that Rekmid can just unhook it, grab Rokgor, and run if the cottage ever caught on fire and that way they would have a solid 90% of the things they hold most dear to them.

There’s also tiny potted plants littered across every surface. Every now and again one of their lopsided dressers gets cleared off and a cage set down so that Rekmid can give more personal, consistent care to a sick or injured animal. Those dressers are so incredibly beaten up.

Overall: a Mess.

3. Do they exercise, and if so, what do they do? How often?

Zey exercises her right to free speech at every single opportunity.

Really though, no, she doesn’t exercise beyond her typical flitting around everywhere and pulling up weeds, which is actually a rather hard thing for her to do.

5. Cleanliness habits (personal, workspace, etc.)

Well, we know her personal cleanliness habits already. She lets the forest grow however it wants, though she does ensure that no one species of plant completely overwhelms others. She was raised by and worked with professional farmers and gardeners, so she’s pretty meticulous when it comes to her gardens, actually.

7. Favorite way to waste time and feelings surrounding wasting time.

Zey voice: there is no way to waste time if you have fun!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Really though, the majority of her time outside of her plant-based work is spent making people happy! When no one outside of Rekmid was awake, she put a lot of time and effort into making future people happy! With her Vines and videos and always refining her comedy act. But outside of both of those (and being incredibly sapphic), it’s likely her hours long jam sessions with herself? She’ll get the piccolo playing something and sing along or in harmony or records herself singing and plays along and just spends hours, not for anyone else’s benefit, just playing and singing and coming up with new things or trying new things, it’s rather good and pure.

11. Intellectual pursuits.

She does tinker around with plant based genetics? Mostly to get really cool looking plants. But outside of that, and like, teaching Rekmid Gnomish, she has no real interest in pursuing anything.

13. Sexual orientation? And, regardless of own orientation, thoughts on sexual orientation in general?

She’s pansexual and romantic! She doesn’t really care what other people’s orientations are, well, she respects those orientations but it’s never something she focuses on, past ‘are they okay with me hitting on them????????’ if they aren’t attracted to her, oh well, she can still be around them and make them happy, they’re pretty great! And so long as no one else tries to moderate or control anyone else’s orientation, she’s fine with whatever people want to identify as.

17. Preferred mode of dress and rituals surrounding dress.

She typically wears dresses with short or tank top-like sleeves that cut off at her knee or up to her mid thigh, and adds leggings underneath. She’s typically barefoot. She does spend about ten minutes a day choosing what to wear, often flying in and out of her birdhouse to show Rekmid different combos and ask her opinions (even though Rekmid is absolutely awful with fashion) and tries on two or three different outfits before settling down on one for the day (which is then typically absolutely filthy before it hits midday.)

19. What do they think about before falling asleep at night?

Cliche, but Rekmid, because Rekmid is right there and Zey’s sapphic and likes watching her dragon gf fall asleep. Zey is absolutely 100% the type to randomly blurt out night-blogger-esque type questions and revelations right as Rekmid is about to fall asleep.

23. How organized are they? How does this organization/disorganization manifest in their everyday life?

This is mainly touched on in the cleanliness question, but typically, not at all, she assumes that she can fly around fast enough to find whatever she needs/wants in her house. Garden related tools and seeds and the like are much more organized, but still in a system not really sensible to anyone else. She is disorganized but typically fortuitously stumbles into getting down what needs done, so hasn’t bothered to try and fix this.

29. Who do they see as their best friend? Their worst enemy?

Rekmid! But anyone she likes that she is with is also her best friend, pfffffttttttt. If you are within her line of sight and she likes you, you are her best friend.

She doesn’t have a Worst Enemy, but if you piss her off or do something she doesn’t agree with, you are now her Worst Enemy until reconciliation is made (which is surprisingly easy with her.) And then you can go right back to being her Best Friend.

31. Most prized possession?

Rekmid’s heart. Really though, her rock bag of holding and the rocks within. Followed right up by her piccolo.

37. Are they more analytical or more emotional in their decision-making?

E m o t i o n a l, so very emotional.

41. How misanthropic are they?

Not at all? She typically automatically assumes the absolute best out of everyone.

43. How far did they get in formal education? What are their views on formal education vs self-education?

Not really far at all? She was taught about plants and gardening from her family and picked up history and politics and languages from her mother and taught herself everything Bardic and expanded her own knowledge on plants/gardening and taught herself the piccolo and how to make people laugh and feel better. So she certainly places a much heavier emphasis on self-education.

47. If they were to fall in love, who (or what) is their ideal?

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Really though, do you exist near her? Are you, at the very least, a decent individual? Do you have moments of competence or adorableness and exist as your own individual with free will? She loves you. That’s it. She loves you and adores you and you are her ideal.

#adventures in maulmart #long post ////#tentativethalamus

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