#but like – you end up not being happy with youself
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I feel like (in my opinion) a lot of people misinterpret why Lucas was sad after seeing his friends celebrate winning the DnD campaign.
I don't think he was sad because his friends ditched his game to play DnD, because he already knew they weren't at the game. He saw that there was an empty spot for them.
And, yes, that could've him being hurt by it, but the way he reacts was more a sense of realisation.
I think this is the moment he realises that he isn't happy being popular. That night he finally got what he wanted. He wanted to have his moment, to be part of the team, to feel like a winner. He finally reached "popularity" and yet he isn't happy. Or – he isn't as happy as he would've been winning the campaign with his friends.
Like we see him try to put on a smile when Patrick comes to get him for the party, but it doesn't stick. He isn't happy. This isn't what he wants.
And this is literally confirmed in his monologue to Jason. It's the moment Lucas accepts that he's okay with being a "freak." He's okay with who he is and he doesn't have to change.
This show is an anthem for being different. For accepting who you are. And that's what Lucas's story is.
#Lucas Sinclair#my boy I love him#I really relate to this#changing yourself to try and be popular – to try and stop yourself from being bullied#but like – you end up not being happy with youself#byler#<- target audience#stranger things#my gifs
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of course other women want your boyfriend
pairing: nanami kento x reader
tags: nanami is 34. is that a warning? lol.
"your dad's kinda hot."
the bar isn't too full, just the regular crowd, and then some. of course there were other college kids, none that you knew. well, except this one.
you've seen aiko around, always at the back of the class. not that that's worth shaming, you ended up back there too often due to sleepy mornings to be looking down on her.
no, it's the constant bitching and laughing during class that pissed you the fuck off. not an ounce of respect or decorum for the rest of you depressed losers just trying to make it out of class with notes that made sense, or the poor professor, who has long since given up on admonishing her. so maybe you did once tell her off in the middle of class a week before finals. just once. or twice.
and here she is, having tapped on your shoulder as you were sipping your drink, bitching and laughing with her friends hanging behind her, snickering along.
"that's not my dad," you reply, ticked off.
her eyes widen in faux shock. "even better then! I didn't wanna make it too messy for you. what's his instagram?"
you laugh, bunching up your shoulders, finally putting down your drink and getting up. you're usually not the jealous type, and you're not even feeling jealous right now, more like a bubbling irritation.
"he doesn't have an Instagram. he's thirty four, what instagram do you think you're gonna be hitting him up on, huh?"
"thirty four? he looks forty plus at least! I didn't know being with a stuck up bitch like you would age a man like that, but makes sense!" she scoffs, looking you up and down.
"so you can pick up on social cues! I was wondering how you couldn't figure out that he's my boyfriend from the kiss he gave me or, perhaps from the way he was holding me, but turns out you're just a rude bitch who wants to slather her fingers all over my boyfriend!" you snap at her.
that makes a few people around you look over, and as much as you wanted to smack her across her face, you needed to maintain your standards.
"then where is he now? where's your boyfriend? and which forty year old brings his little girlfriend on a night out to a bar like-"
"there you are, sweetheart."
kento slides his arm around your waist, slipping into the seat next to yours.
nanami kento. thirty four. food critic! 6' 1", honey blonde hair slicked back, but a few pieces spill out on to his face, deep brown eyes that are both soft and sharp. his white shirt's sleeves rolled up to his elbows showing his thick forearms, veiny with light, golden hair. the bar and the girl in front of you almost fade to the back of your mind when his cologne hits your nose, sending you into a daze.
almost.
"ken!" you breathe.
"did i keep you too long? you know satoru, refusing to get to the point," he frowns, dropping a kiss on your forehead. "what's got you all worked up?"
"hey!"
his eyes leave yours to look at aiko. "yes?"
"how come she doesn't bring you around more often? she's always all by herself, in her own little world! so shy, really! i'm aiko, we go to class together!" she smiles at him, all cute and bubbly like.
"what are you trying to do?" you ask, shouldering youself between kento and her. "you trying to swoop in and show him a better life or something? do you need attention that bad?"
"oh my god, you guys, look she's getting all bothered!" she gasps to her friends around her. "no babe i didn't mean it like that, i just meant it like i am personally, SO happy that someone like you's found love, you know? even if it's with someone who is SO different from you, you're finally out of your shell, and clearly, there is someone for everyone!" she gushes, and then looks over your shoulder at kento.
"why are you looking at him, look at me," you interject, something finally snapping in you. kento can sense the change in you, and places his hands on your waist.
"sweetheart, i think- "
you appreciate it, but you can handle this, you're FINE.
"no no," you repeat, "look at me! because do you think he's gonna treat you the way he treats me? do you think he's gonna keep up with your bullshit, and your little friend group and not see you for the pathetic attention seeking loser you are? you think he's gonna buy you the stuff you want and take you to all your raves and whatnot? this man goes to sleep every night by eleven thirty! you don't see him at parties because he's thirty four fucking years old, and his definition of a night out is wine and fine dining, with ME! he treats me like this, and buys me whatever the fuck i want, because i'm me, he's not gonna treat you like that babe!"
"don't get all worked up!" aiko spits "we can just be friends, you know!" she twirls her hair, her eyes still on kento.
"what are you twirling your hair for? he's not even looking at you, the only thing that that's gonna do is make you even balder. spending all your time trying to poach another bitch's man the whole time your bald spot's been making direct eye contact with me."
she gasps, and deep down you know you would never say that to a girl unless she absolutely deserved it, and aiko has been begging for it.
kento squeezes your waist, standing up, towering over you from behind.
"baby, she said she just wanted to be friends, didn't she?" he asks. "why don't you give her my instagram?"
aiko chuckles, seeming to have recovered. she pushes her phone into his hands, instagram open, and he hands it over to you diligently.
you scoff and type in his username, pressing the follow button and shoving it back to her.
"now that that's done," sighs kento, holding you. "it's getting a little hot in here, isn't it honey? let's get this scarf off of you."
his hands unfasten the scarf that you had tied around your neck, that you're sure aiko just attributed to poor fashion sense. despite the previous chaos, your eyes follow his thick fingers as the open the knot, and unloop the scarf from around your neck, causing the scarf to slip out and leave you neck bare in the deep v neck top you had put on this morning.
deep red and purple bruises litter your neck, all the way down to your breasts, disappearing off behind the lace borders of the neck of your top.
kento stares at you, smug and unclouded desire clear on his face. he slides his hands up and holds the sides of your neck firmly, squeezing slightly. he pulls you closer and your lips meet in a deep kiss, his thumbs rubbing slow circles on your cheek. the kiss leaves you breathless as he pulls away and leans back in to place on more kiss on your wet, parted lips, taking you by surprise.
"that's perfect," he thumbs on one of the hickies, eyes never leaving you. "my perfect girl."
warmth floods up your chest and face. a smile can't help but spread across your face as you lean into him.
"let's go, love. dinner, wine and that eleven thirty nap time awaits us," he chuckles, taking your hand, gathering your bag and turning away to leave, not a single glance given to aiko.
aiko!
you turn to her, a lazy, easy grin on your face, glancing to her phone open with kento's instagram, and then back up at her. "happy stalking!"
aiko and her friends are sure to spend the night pouring over kento's instagram, which is filled to the brim with pictures of you, you and him, food, you, travel and his girlfriend, you.
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#nanami x reader#nanami#nanami kento x reader#kento nanami x reader#nanami fluff#kento nanami fluff#jjk x reader#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jjk drabbles#yves tells you a story ✩🕯₊˚.📖⋆🌙⋆⁺₊✧
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🩷💎 Floyd x Reader 💎🩷
Disclaimer: I wrote this at 3am sorry if its bad. ALSO PART 2 LATER
Your eyes met while on the first show of the tour, you were in the crowd eyes filled with admiration as he sang. His world stopped seeming as it was just you two in this huge concert hall. A spotlight on you as he began putting %110 into his preformance.
He felt his heart flutter everytime you fanned over him. Especially when it was just his solo preformances. [Which also unconsciously contributed to the downfall of their perfect family harmony.]
After everything went down hill due to John dory’s ignorance. He tried to grab onto the vine to prevent himself from falling off the stage missing it by a hair and falling into the crowd. Landing on top of you winding both of you in the process.
Feeling the soft body underneath him gasp for air as he scrambled off of the poor fan. His heart skipping a beat when he realised WHO he has landed on. His face heating up as he felt himself getting the preshow jitters.
Wiping his sweaty palms off as he extended a helping hand out towards you as you gaped in shock.
Like was this really happening right now?! your idol was really infront of you let alone OFFERING YOU TO TOUCH HIM!? GASP!!
Your mouth ran dry as you took his hand into yours pulling youself up as he apologised profusely as jealous fans watched from afar. Security came and took him away before you could even tell him that it was no big deal. He looked back at you as he was taken away lipping once more i’m sorry before being lead backstage.
You felt empty as everyone was asked to leave early dragging your feet behind you. As you were waiting outside for your ride you you were stopped by security as they told you to follow them. Not wanting to get in trouble you decided to go with them without any complications.
As you walked you notived that you were being taken backstage. Feeling excitement bubble inside of you at the thought of seeing Floyd and the rest of the BroZone gang ONE ON ONE. Skipping inside of the entrance as they stayed outside.
Seeing the familiar pink haired troll pacing nervously until he saw you. His eyes lighting up as he walked towards you asking if you were okay.
You reassured him that you were alright he sighed in relief.
“I- I’m sorry my brothers aren’t here… they’re just letting off some steam right now.” He sighed out looking up at you his face flushing as a dopey smile was plastered on your face.
“It’s alright! I’m just so happy I get to see you again Floyd!” You beamed as he softly smiled as he watched you fan over him. “So you were the one who asked me to come back stage?” You asked tilting your head as he nodded.
“Yeah I just feel really bad about the concert ending early AND you know…winding you.” He chuckled rubbing the back of his neck. “I can make it up to you?” He muttered looking into your eyes as you blushed.
“I-I no Floyd it’s okay everythings fine! I don’t mind it’s more of an honor!” You blerted out waving your hands in front of you. But Floyd moved closer.
“N-no I insist! its the least I could do It’s my treat.” Floyd spoke grabbing your hands and pulling you closer.
“ohmygodisthisreallyhappeningohmygod” You thought out loud causing Floyd to laugh. A blush spreading across your face unable to conjoin words so you just nodded. Floyd felt a smile grow on his face as he zoomed to his dresser grabbing a peice of paper and writing something down and zooming right back grabbing your hand gently and placing it into the palm of your hand.
“This is my number text me when you get home okay? I’ll plan something for us to do.” He looked into your eyes feeling himself heat up at the situation.
“YESOKAYTHANKYOUFLOYDOHMYGODILLDEFBETEXTINGYOULATER” You practically screamed out holding his number close to your chest looking at the time and feeling upset.
“You gotta go now huh?” You nodded disappointed exchanging goodbyes before walking out the door, before turning around and rushing over and giving him a hug before you left. Rushing out of the door and yelling a good bye as sqeals and giggles could be heard fading away into the distance.
Floyd shook his head as he let out a low chuckle and grabbing his phone after hearing a notification.
“Hey Floyd I know you said when I get home BUT I couldn’t wait so HI!!!”
Smiling to himself before responding quickly tapping away at his screen as he heard his brothers come back still arguing about what happened during the preformance.
#floyd trolls#floyd x reader#i love floyd#trolls band together#trolls#floyd#trolls 3#IM SORRY IF ITS BAD IT WAS 3 AM AND I COULDNT SLEEP UNLESS I POSTED SOMETHING
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─ 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝 - 𝐜.𝐟 : 𝐕𝐈
Summary: Now that your life has turned upside down, are you still willing to put your siblings' feelings first? Or would you rather fight for your feelings and do what makes you happy regardless of the consequences that might result in the future?
Prev ; Next || Conrad Fisher x fem!reader || My blog
Warnings: S2 SPOILERS! swearing, yelling, fluff, crying (lmk if i missed anything!)
SEQUEL TO BEFORE EVERYTHING HAPPENED
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Y/N's Pov
After sleeping on that hill we all decided to immediately go back to the house but it was too late. The house was sold, Skye tried to talk to their mom but nothing happened. Nothing changed Aunt Julia's decision. She took everyone's keys too, but somehow we were still here, inside the beach house.
"I'm sorry, I tried to call off the deal" we heard Skye say - walking inside the kitchen. "It's okay, it wasn't your fault" Conrad said, playing with his keys. "Yeah, no one's mad at you, Skye" Jeremiah said, side hugging them.
Steven sighed "So are we going home now?" he asked. We all looked at Conrad, it was obvious that we are relying on him at this point - we didn't know what to do too. Conrad nodded "Yeah, It's over" he said - looking at me. I reached for his hand that was in the counter and held it.
Belly hopped down from the counter "Hey no, it's not over at all. Our-our last memory can't be like this. This place deserves a better goodbye" Conrad looked at her "Well like what?" he asked, Belly looked at me smiling - I immediately knew what she was talking about.
"My mom came to the beach house with Susannah for the first time after her dad died. It was supposed to be just her and Susannah but Susannah hated how empty the house felt, so she decided to throw a huge party.. everyone was dancing, drinking, they went swimming at the end of the night" I explained - smiling, thinking about how much fun it sounded like, how much fun Susannah and Laurel had that night. I looked at all them — they were all smiling, liking the thought of having that as our last memory of the house.
Conrad hummed, smiling down at me - his hold on my hand tightening. "So we should throw a party too!" Belly suggested. I nodded "I'm a hundred percent in" I said leaning on Conrad's shoulder. Jeremiah agreed along with Taylor and Steven. Cam and Skye agreed too. "You in?" Cam asked Conrad "I think that's what exactly my mom would’ve wanted. She'd love it" he said smiling - his head leaning on top of my head. Belly clapped "Okay! everybody, shower, power nap, and then I'm putting you to work!"
TIME SKIP
"Hey, you wanna go on a supply run with me?" Conrad asked, raking his hands through my hair. I nodded and smiled, he offered a hand helping me hop out of the counter.
"Where are you guys going?" we heard Belly ask — she was walking towards ul, her hair and clothes still wet, Jeremiah beside her. "Just going on a supply run for the party." I replied, smiling. I saw her eyes look between us, looking at mine and Conrad’s hands. I immediately pulled my hand away, Conrad felt it so he looked at me confused. "We'll come!" Jeremiah said before going inside the house to clean up — Belly behind him.
"Are you okay?" Conrad asked - his eyes filled with worry. I nodded, "I'm supposed to be the one asking you that" I laughed looking at him. He shrugged "Its just.. you looked down and you just pulled away from me like that" his voice concerned. I shook my head "I'm sorry, it just felt awkward and I didn't know if us holding hands would really be the right thing to do knowing that you and Bell-" — "Hey, hey. It’s okay, don’t need to explain youself alright? Just tell me if you’re uncomfortable, just let me know. I got you yeah?." Conrad said, turning me to face him gently. I nodded — looking down, trying to put the pain, the guilt aside.
I felt guilty, doing this with Conrad, being this close with Conrad. It seemed wrong, but it just felt right. Every hug, every time we hold hands, it felt so right, it felt like we were the right fit. It was like a puzzle, he was like my missing piece.
He took my hand again, pulling me — as we walk towards his car. I sat on the passenger’s seat beside Conrad and Jeremiah & Belly were at the backseat. We decided to go get some drinks first before buying decorations and costumes for the party.
At first Conrad tried with his fake i.d but it didn’t work — he thought it would but he was well known here, then Jeremiah said he would try, telling us that he’s really good friends with the cashier but that didn’t help at all. Surprisingly, Belly got us the drinks, we don’t know why but she definitely did.
“Got this for you, Jere. This one’s for you, Y/N” Belly said, handing out slurpee’s that she got. Jeremiah took a sip “Cherry and coke?” Belly nodded smiling at him — Jeremiah smiled back “You know me so well” patting Belly’s head.
As I was sipping mine, I saw Conrad’s hand wrap around the cup of my slushee — taking a sip of it, I slapped his hand gently “I thought you didn’t like it? you said it was too sugary. Pretty sure you’d choose cocoa rather than that” Belly asked smiling. “Yeah it is sugary, but i’m thirsty so” Conrad said shrugging, before going back to putting the drinks inside the trunk.
I may be overthinking it, but there seems to be some tension there. I did not want to assume anything, but it seems like the cocoa might symbolize something else. I am confused, but am I really interested in knowing the answer? I do not think so.
I just looked at them before going inside the passenger seat. They all followed and then we drove off to party city. As we arrived, we all went to get our own carts and started to get some things that we will need later for the party.
AFTER A WHILE
"Jere, you know where Belly and Conrad went?" I asked, he shrugged shaking his head no, I nodded - walking away to look for Belly.
In the process of walking down the aisles, I heard Belly say "I just wanted to let you know that I didn't regret anything that happened that night" She was just at the aisle beside me, so I decided to go see what she was up to. The moment I arrived, I noticed Jeremiah standing at the end of the aisle - I walked up to him and saw Conrad and Belly.
Jeremiah cleared his throat, making Belly and Conrad's turn to us - seeing me beside Jeremiah. Conrad eyes locked with mine, dropping the tiara that he was holding. "Are you guys finished?" I asked, breaking the tension. After receiving a nod from Conrad and Belly, I walked toward the nearest cashier, leaving them behind.
As the car ride was awkward, we did not really talk or anything, and most of us just took naps, except for Conrad who drove. As soon as we reached the house, we decided to set up the decorations. After that, we went about our own plans and got dressed for the party.
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As I was doing my makeup, I saw Steven come in my bathroom. "Hey sis" he said smiling - walking towards me. He pulled a chair and sat beside me. I turned to him, "Hey Steve" I replied - smiling.
"Something wrong? why weren't you getting ready with Belly and Tay tay?" he asked - his voice confused, his brows furrowed. I just shrugged, "It’s okay, things just got awkward earlier when we went out and I just heard something that made me overthink things" I saw Steven's mouth frown, not liking seeing me like this.
"Is it about Belly? cause you know I can talk to her if it was her. You know I got you right?" he said, leaning his head on my shoulder. I stopped what I was doing and smiled - leaning my head on top of his. "It's okay, Steve. Her and Conrad were just talking about something that probably happened last year. I'm just overthinking things, thank you though." I felt him nod, "Well what about you and Conrad, how are you?"
I looked at Steven through the mirror, "I ask myself the same question. I really don’t know exactly what is going on between us.” I shook my head “It still kind of confuses me, you know? but I totally understand like he's stressing about the house situation plus he's my sister's ex so he’s probably confused about what he’s doing right now too. I understand, there’s no need to rush thing." I smiled gently, Steven continued to frown.
He went and lifted up his head from my shoulder, pulling my chair sideways, turning me to him. "Alright but please, Y/N. Choose yourself yeah? I know that him and Belly had a past, we all know that but follow what your heart wants. Who cares? If she get’s to be happy then you get to be happy too." he said, smiling at me.
I'm pretty sure what Steven said was right. It was my time to be happy, it was my time to choose myself. I love them, I truly love my siblings but sometimes I need to do things for me too, things that I know that’ll make me happy. Maybe I'll talk to Belly tonight, just maybe.
TIME SKIP
Here we are skating with dressed in our 90's clothes. We're all probably a little drunk by now, but I am having so much fun! I saw people that I haven't seen for such a long time like Nicole and all the girls — it was honestly really good to catch up to them.
As of now, we were watching Steven and Taylor dance this routine that they have - turns out it was something Taylor came up with when she was kid that she taught Steven on a random day back then, they would always do this routine just to entertain everyone. "Let's go, Steve-o" we all yelled, cheering them on. After a while, their little dance ended.
"Taylor?" we heard, it was Milo — Taylor's boyfriend. We saw Steven walk towards Milo "You should go" Steven said, pushing Milo gently. "I don't think thats up to you" Milo said shaking his head puffing his chest out — Taylor walked beside Milo, pulling his hand gently. "Can we just go outside?" she pleaded — not wanting Milo to embarrass her infront of a lot of people.
"She doesn't even want you here" Steven yelled at Milo. I went up beside Steven, trying to pull him away but he just pushed my hand away. "Stop it, Steven" Taylor said to Steven, Milo looked at Steven up and down, scoffing "Oh trust me, she wants me. Everywhere, all. the. time" he said, pissing Steven off. "Can you not do that right now?" Taylor pleaded. Steven pushed Milo aggressively. All the people around us stopped dancing, turning their attentions to Milo and Steven.
"Stev-" I said, trying to pull Steven away but failed. "Babe this is for you" Milo said to Taylor before swinging a punch that Steven managed do dodge, Steven threw one back but it didn’t really hit Milo like how he wanted to. I just shook my head and went to the side to watch what’s going to happen.
"Kick his ass, Steve" I heard Conrad and Jeremiah say, I went up to them smacking them both lightly on the shoulder. As I was about to go the the kitchen, I saw Steven jump on Milo, which made me immediately run to him “Steven!" I said, pulling him — Belly and Taylor ran beside me to help me pull Steven off of Milo. I turned to Conrad and Jeremiah, seeing that they were just there, watching things unfold.
"Come on!" I yelled at both of them before attempting on pulling Steven again. Conrad and Jeremiah walked towards us, pulling Steven back "Get off me, get off me!" Steven yelled, pushing Conrad and Jeremiah's hand away. "Come on" Steven said to Milo, threatening him. As Milo was about to throw a kick, Taylor stopped him. "You're embarrassing me right now." she complained.
Milo scoffed "Man fuck this, come on Taylor. These people are too pedestrians for us." Milo shook his head, turning his back on Taylor. "These people are my friends. Do you even know me at all?" Taylor asked, her eyes squinting at Milo. Milo turned, facing Taylor "What are you talking about? you're my girl" Milo defended — raising his hands, Taylor scoffed "What's my middle name?" she asked, Milo couldn't say anything.
Taylor shook her head no "Yeah we're over" she said before walking away from the crowd. Steven sighed "It's Madison, her middle name is Madison" Steven said before following Taylor. I clapped, "Okay! nothing happened, go back to what y'all we're doing." I said, walking towards Jeremiah and Conrad, patting them.
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Skye pulled all of us out of the party, we were now outside of the beach house "Okay so, i've been texting my mom all day and she was able to put a condition to the sale" they said smiling at us. "Since the buyers are just using this as a vacation home they agreed to let you rent the place for one week every summer." Skye explained.
"Oh my god? are you serious?" Belly said "We get to come back?" Jeremiah asked Skye, Skye nodded — smiling. I looked at Conrad, he wasn't pleased with any of this. Conrad shook his head, "You can tell your mom thanks but no" he said walking away. I sighed "Conrad just hear them out." I said, walking towards him grabbing his hand.
He shook his head no, "It's over". Jeremiah scoffed "Why are you the only one who gets to make this decision" he asked, squinting his eyes at Conrad. "Jere, we are not gonna pay another family to rent our house" Conrad said pointing at himself. Jeremiah walked towards him "This isn't our house anymore" Jeremiah said. Conrad nodded "Exactly, so let it go" he said looking at Jeremiah.
"Yeah cause you're an expert at that" Jeremiah said pointing at Conrad — gritting his teeth, I pushed him lightly "Jere, stop it", Jeremiah pushed my hand away gently "No, no. This is the shit he does, when things aren't perfect instead of trying to fix it, he just decides to throw it away." Jeremiah continued, blaming his brother more. I pushed him again "Jeremiah, you need to stop this. Just go inside" I said, he just scoffed, looking at me.
He said, "Yeah, side with him after he chose Belly instead of you" His tone was filled with anger. My eyes widened, seeing Belly's brow furrowing — confused by what Jeremiah had just said. I looked at Jeremiah, sighing "That was between us, Jeremiah. You don't get to say that here just because you're angry" — "What does he mean by that?" Belly said, her voice filled with confusion. I shook my head "Belly, please take Jere inside" I said, turning to Conrad and guiding him towards the back door.
TIME SKIP
Belly was nowhere to be found. When I asked Skye where Belly was, they simply replied that Belly went to get a drink and then went outside. Despite looking everywhere, upstairs, at the pool, I did not see her. So I decided to go to the beach, and there she was at the shore, with a beer in her hand.
"Belly" I called, I saw her shake her head "No, go away" she said. "It's cold here, let's go back inside" I said before walking towards her, pulling her hand gently, pulling her away from the shore "Let go!" she said, pushing my hand away.
I sighed, fixing her hair "Belly, you're drunk", Belly pushed my hand away before saying "What did Jeremiah mean about that? why would you do that Y/N?", I took a deep breathe, before answering her "I did it for you, Bells" I went and grabbed her gently, helping her to balance herself.
"I didn't need your help. You shouldn't have done that." Belly said, shaking her head "But I knew how much you liked him. I just had to give it to you" I explained, Belly scoffed "Don't you think that sounds unfair?" Belly squinted her eyes at me, my brows furrowed — shaking my head no "Come on you're drunk. You don't know what you are saying" I said, grabbing her again, pulling her gently.
In response to my request, Belly pulled my hand away again, "Stop treating me like a baby! Now that I know that you begged Conrad to choose me instead of you, it hurts me so much! For heavens sake, Y/N! Something has already happened between me and Conrad, okay? It was last Christmas, now how would you think I would feel now that I knew that half of him was yours at that time?" Belly exclaimed in a rage-filled voice. I shook my head no.
"Belly I-I didn't beg Conrad to choose you, I gave him the choice - the option. I gave him time! time to think about what he really wanted." I paused — biting my lip, trying to stop myself from breaking, feeling tears start to form in my eyes. "No one begged him and pushed him, Belly! He chose you because he wanted you! I-I know that, some-something beautiful happened between you and him but... I am so tired Belly, I am so tired of just letting things slip away. Just maybe, maybe this time, I can get what I want, because I truly want this. He's important to me, Belly" I explained - begged to Belly, tears falling down my face.
She just nodded, finally understanding where i’m coming from. She started to walk towards me, "I understand, I totally do and I apologize for getting angry with you last summer. Knowing that you did that to protect me and to make me happy, just makes me regret it - screaming at you and getting mad at you, but still i’m very thankful because you did that just to make me happy even if it hurts you” she walked closer to me, rubbing my shoulders “You're a great sister and I know that you know that, you just want to protect your siblings and I totally get that, but please don’t think that it’s always your responsibility to protect us, protect yourself too. No matter what happens, nothing will ruin our relationship, okay? It is important to me that you are happy as well, Y/N/N." she said, pulling me in a hug before pulling away - placing her hands on my cheeks. I nodded and smiled, pulling her again for a hug. After that we just stayed here for a while and chatted more.
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Conrad’s Pov
I decided to go upstairs to my room after the encounter with Jeremiah. I know he was drunk, but what he said was outrageous, he could have just stopped right there. That was between him and Y/N, it wasn't meant to be said in that manner.
I saw Steven come in the room, I was sitting on the floor — he walked towards me, kneeling beside me sitting on the floor too. I felt Steven place a hand on my shoulder “You okay, man?” he asked. “Me and Jere got into a fight earlier. Belly and Y/N kind of got involved in it.” I said, looking down.
“What? why did you guys fight?” he asked, I shook my head “Just about the house, apparently they gave us a condition to the sale. The family who is renting here are just using this for family vacation so they allowed us to rent the place for one week every summer. Me and Jere got a misunderstanding about that and he basically just blew up complaining about me making all the decisions for our family” I explained to Steven, looking at him.
He sighed “So I’m guessing you don’t want that?” I shook my head “Hell no, I don’t want to pay another family just to rent this place. This is our house, Steve. I.. I just don’t know what to do anymore, I-I feel like I messed up big time” I said — my voice filled with panic, my chest tightened.
I felt Steven start to rub my back, trying to calm me as much as possible “Hey, it is not your fault, Connie. I understand you okay? I wouldn’t want to do the same thing, I totally get you.” I looked at him, nodding. I sighed, laying down on the floor — placing my hands at the back of my head. Steven did the same.
“I just never wanted it to come to this point. Jeremiah said something fucked up earlier, something that was supposed to stay between him and Y/N but I guess he was too mad that he just had to use Y/N to piss me off.” I explained to Steven. Steven turned to me “Is it about your decision?” of course Steven knew. He was the one who was there for Y/N during those times.
I nodded, “Look, Dude. I definitely understand you, I know it’s hard especially you had a past with Belly. I’m not saying that what you had with Belly doesn’t mean anything but do what your heart says, Connie — if Y/N makes you happy then go for it. You need to be happy too, you can always talk to Belly about it — if that’ll help you” Steven said, encouraging me.
“It just hurts, It hurts me to not be able to tell Y/N that I’m inlove with her. To not be able to tell her the truth, because everytime I touch her, everytime I see her, I always have this urge to tell her that I love her. But I’m too scared, Steve. To hurt her again, I just, I can’t let myself do that again. It’ll kill me to see her get hurt, especially if I was the reason” I said, reaching down in my pocket - fidgeting with the small box that contains the infinity ring.
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☛̳𝘾̳𝙖̳𝙩̳𝙘̳𝙝̳𝙥̳𝙝̳𝙧̳𝙖̳𝙨̳𝙚̳𝙨̳ ̳𝙞̳𝙣̳ ̳𝙉̳𝙖̳𝙧̳𝙪̳𝙩̳𝙤 ̳☚
1. だってばよ Datte-ba yo
Dattebayo often translates as 'believe it' or 'you know' in English. But it means more like 'I told you already'. 「てば」 (te-ba) - means ( I told you) already; come on. Te-ba is commonly used by everyone in real life. Te-ba comes from 「と言えば」 to-ieba (ieba - conditional form) - means 'speaking of'. 「言う」 (iu) means to say and adding 「と」 (to) particle adds to quote something.
[ I think maybe datte-ba yo means: I told you already, you know! so, believe it! And 'tte' uses to quoting what you're saying.]
'Da' only uses in front of 'Noun' or 'na-adjective'. "Noun datte-ba yo!" Or "na-adjective datte-ba yo!" yo (よ) is a sentence-ending particle that adds emphasis.
N: 「だから何が 起きたん だってばよ!?」 dakara nani ga okitan datte-ba yo!? So, what happened!?
"tte-ba yo" uses in front of 'verbs' or 'i-adjectives'. "Verb tte-ba yo!" Or "i-adhective tte-ba yo!"
N: 「行くってばよォ!」 Iku-tte-ba yoo!! We're going!!
-> だってばね Datte-ba ne!
「ね」 (ne) is a word that women often add at the end of their lines, and it has a soft and lovely sound. Just adding "ne" will make it much more feminine.
'Datte-ba ne!' uses in front of 'Noun' or 'na-adjective'. "Noun datte-ba ne!" Or "na-adjective datte-ba ne!"
K: こういう場合は 動揺って言うんだって ばね! kōiu bāi wa dōyō tte iu n datte-ba ne ! In this case, it's more like a shaken up!
When Naruto asked her how they fell in love, she replied by adding 'tte-ba ne' to her sentence. 「なんか...恥ずかしいってばね...!」 nanka ... hazukashī tte-ba ne....! It's kinda of.... Embarrassing...! 'Datte-ba ne' or 'tte-ba ne' comes out when she is excited, shaken, upset or agitated.
"tte-ba ne" uses in front of 'verbs' or 'i-adjectives'. "Verb tte-ba ne!" Or "i-adhective tte-ba ne!"
K: 違 うってばね!! chigau-tte-ba ne!! No! (You got it wrong)
In general, the expression ``~datteba, ~tteba" is often used by children as an "excuse", "sulky assertion", or a slight ``rebuttal or rebellion". It's hard to get people around you to acknowledge you. Anticipating the other's "not-so- favorable reaction," "I'm still going to make my point and want to make it." Naruto & Kushina's 'datte-ba yo!' & 'datte-ba ne!' maybe was originate out of their loneliness and not being accepted by those around them. And also because of the awareness that he was not good at talking. Adding "datte-ba yo," his feelings will somehow be conveyed to the other person.
For example:
He expresses his feelings honestly. When he adds "Datte-ba yo" to these words, it enters their hearts.
2. コレ Kore
Konohamaru often ends his sentences with "kore" (コレ). "kore" at the end of a sentence can be translated as "hey" or "right", or when you are very angry it can mean "damn it" depending on the context. In literal meaning kore means "this".
3. ウスラトンカチ Usuratonkachi
[ already talked about it in here] Everyone comes up with their own catchphrase... but Sasuke's catchphrase isn't his own lol... It's Naruto's
4. めんどくせー Mendokuse
面倒 (めんどう) 臭 (くさ)い -> MendoKusai is used when you don't want to do something. It can be used for any situation that is complicated, a pain in the neck, annoying, bothersome, troublesome or you are busy or can't do something right now for any reason, or when feeling lazy, or don't want to deal with it, or don't want to think about whatever it is.
5. しゃーんなろー Shannaro
Maybe it was coined from the word 「よっしゃー!」(yossha!) it means Alright! Yess! Oh yeah! I did it! Ok! etc... 「よっしゃー!」 is used when cheering you up to motivate youself Or uses when your luck has come. She uses this word when she's happy and when she's angry or frustrated.
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anon questions 💌: agere & dealing with mental health.
agere and mental health probelms sometimes come hand in hand.
& doing agere activites whilst looking after our little selves in a bad mindspace can be incredibly difficult, so here are some top tips from pumpkin <3.
take it easy ⭐
one of the first things i say to littles who are struggling with mental health or having those dark days is to eake it easy.
if you can, cut your to do list by half and take a moment to look after yourself <3. we tend to forget about how delicate our body and especially our minds can be & sometimes we need to physcially look after them from time for time <3.
so take a deep breath, clear your mind and & take it one step at a time <3.
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taking a break doesn't make you bad.🌙
taking a break from little space for a while doesn't make you a bad little.
sometimes life likes to pull the rug out from under your feet and consume you with other things- which is why the decision to hold off on being a little for the time being is so brave & wise to make.
you are attempting to better youself & also sheilding your little self from having to experience what you're going through- which just shows how brave you are <3.
not regressing for a while doesn't mean you're not a little anymore, you're still valid to the agere community <3.
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look after your big self first ⭐
as a member of the agere community, we are familiar with routines for our littleside to make sure they're happy & looked after <3.
but sometimes we forget that our big selves need some routines too, especially when things get hard. so why not spend some time doing big activies you enjoy- or even surround yourself with friends & family until you feel a little better <3.
it isn't a crime to put yourself first honeybees, we need you all to be okay <3
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ignore the deep end🌙
when you finally feel up to being little again, i know it can seem tempting to jump straight back in the deep end & pick up where you left off- but dont.
remember that you're body & mind have gone through some tough circumstances the past couple of months, and instead ignore the deep end and take baby steps back into the community.
let your little space happen naturally, and don't force it to magically happen again as that side could still be healing too from those dark days <3.
i promise that you're not going to disappoint anyone for putting yourself first, look after yourself- okay? <3
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you're flame will come back, i promise <3⭐
you're flame will come back, i promise <3.
sometimes when we're in those dark moments, it can feel like forever. those periods of my life feel like a lifetime- when it reality it was a couple of months- maybe a couple of years max.
as you get older, you realise how big the spectrum of time is. the things that feel earth shattering to me when i was fourteen/fifteen- i don't have to think about or worry anymore.
the bad times will end, the black smoke will disappear and you will feel like yourself one day- i pinky promise you <3.
you just have to keep fighting until that day comes- which i know sounds hard, but you have all of us here to help you too <3.
you've got this <3
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Hi!!!!
Happy Jimtober! I'm so happy we still have time to celebrate it more 🥳
The production diary.... man, how special must we be to Park Jimin for him to let us in on this journey? I'm still mindblown.
There's so much I would love to talk about but I will end up writing a novel, so...Can we talk about how amazing it is to see glimpses of him in his element, just being himself? His little dances. Him walking around, barefoot, in circles just thinking. Him taking the photo of the full moon. His full body laughs and giggles. His singing and playing around with the different melodies. Him just listening, so attentively to everyone, like they have his complete and undivided attention.
Then his creative process... I don't know how others might feel, and I obviously can't speak for Jimin, but when I write, one of the things I find hard to talk about is the actual process itself. It feels very vulnerable to me, personally, so on top of how personal the album is to him, I'm just so grateful to him for giving us this amazing gift and feeling comfortable enough with letting himself be this vulnerable with us. He's absolutely amazing, and I just hope he knows how special he is. He deserves all that's good in this world.
Do you have any favourite moments or things you really resonated with from the production diary?
Hi anon,
Happy Jimtober to you too!
Oh, absolutely! Jimin letting us in to this process is not something to take lightly. As an artist and a human, he showed us a very vulnerable and raw moment in his life. He didn't call this all a diary for nothing. He poured his feelings into each melody and lyrics and presented them in the purest of way...in song.
I think what resonated with me the most was how he found shelter in music.
I guess shelter is not the right word. He didn't just hide behind music but he rebelled with it. It became his weapon, in a way. He fought back against the situations.
We got to see happy and silly Jimin and pensive Jimin but I'm wondering of all the emotion filled moments that he will never show. The ones that probably broke him down as he wrote the lyrics to the moments that hit hardest. Like how he said he wrote lyrics in the parking lot. I think some things couldn't wait to be written and he had to use that moment.
For those who have kept an eye on Jimin, we can see the stark difference that releasing FACE caused in him. He's lighter now. It's like he walks on air. He's looks more at peace and looks even more beautiful when he laughs.
Music literally accompanies you while you save youself. In different ways but it helps you pull through. And I'm glad that I got to see that through FACE and that Jimin shared the process through the documentary. We truly are lucky to be able to witness that.
I hope this answers your question.
Thank you for your ask!
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Things are rotating in my brain...
Ok disco elysium is in some (many) ways a game of personal choices. You can choose to do drugs (they are... really easy to find) or drink (also easy to find). Your character, as an addict, is compelled toward substance abuse. You can choose to be a fascist and/or a racist. You can choose to be mean to people. And the game responds by offering you different, meaner dialogue options. People don't like being around you and they don't really want to talk to you the same way.
But you can also choose not to do that. You can choose not to drink and to be nice to people. And from looking through the tags and fanwork, it seems like most people choose to essentially "be good," at least on their first playthrough.
Which is kind of weird, bc one of the things people like about the RPG genre is its ability to let you roleplay as the kind of asshole you aren't (or maybe are) in real life. In one of the first conversations of the game you have the opportunity to be a total sleezebag to a random woman in a hallway. I wonder how many people hit on Klaasje when they first talked to her then didn't take any more of the risque dialogue options for the rest of the game.
So like, why? Obviously, the answer is Kim. "I don't want to let Kim down." I think Kim's character is *essential* for making the game work. He's the first person to react whenever you do something good, or something heinous. Ok, slurp rum off the counter, do drugs, he might not trust you very much after but you're really only hurting youself. Be mean to people? He does not like that *at all* and tells you so. It would be *really easy* for Kim as essentially the "moral compass" character to be really annoying, turning into someone the player wants actively to disappoint for the fun of it.
But then the developers made him *like that*. He's so cool, he'd jump in front of a bullet for you without ever having spoken to you, he has a quick wit and dry humor that plays so well off your bumbling shenanigans. They made him incredibly likeable, making it harder for the player to do things they know would let him down. I think this is in stark contrast to Jean, who is exactly the sort of raging sarcastic asshole who at best would encourage the player to choose the "good" option by making them feel like a worthless piece of shit otherwise and at worst would fall into the "fun to disappoint" category. (I like Jean as a character but as Harry says during every one of my playthroughs, Kim is cooler.)
And like, as I said before, your actions have consequences, if you're mean it sort of turns the already cruel world around you crueler. BUT, you the player are not immune from the choices of characters in the game, and that *really* influences the way people play. Kim makes it clear that he is *choosing* to be by your side, and, when you're kind and when you're silly, he makes it clear that he is *happy* he made that choice. What effect could that have other than making you, the human player, want to be kinder in the video game?
The Kim v. Jean dynamic is then just so good from the perspective of communicating information in the game (Harry's past, how to get the "good" ending). But it's also, like, true to life. If you're around people who are patient with you despite your faults but won't tolerate you being an asshole, it makes you want to be less of an asshole. If you're around people who are constantly sarcastic and fed up with you no matter what you do, it's probably going to make it easier for you to be a bad person.
Anyway tl;dr: Kim Kitsuragi greatest character in viddy game history.
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like ultimately the reason why i love pucci so much is because hes such a good breakdown and criticism of christian mindsets, like for example the way they can trap people in loops of suffering and then glorifying that suffering and thus thinking that others suffering is ok actually like ”oh you went through horrible things but actually youre sinful and wrong so you DESERVE to suffer in shame and in fact you should self flagelate even more”. and like also having this very evangelical nihilism about the world you live in bc everything in it is ultimately all in service for the Next World so actually who cares about the evil acts you commit as long as they serve to bring about that prophecized World to Come. and ofc the Everything happens for a reason idea. like the pain you experienced cant be meaningless, there has to be a point bc god is always right. suffering is holy and because ive suffered that means im superior to you and the chosen one and its all part of the plan and and and etc etc.
and miraculously for arakis writing it all ties together so beautifully and puccis relationship to dio being what it is IS a part of that. like again its a vulnerable person being taken advantage of and frankly radicalized into a violent and harmful ideology / theological position, partially due to how growing up in a hyper religious hierarchical setting sets you up to be easily exploitable (especially as a child!!!!!!!!!!!) by people who have power over you.
on top of that pucci telling dio that he ”loves him like he loves god” is very obviously not meant to be seen as a good wholesome statement, as its a a scene where after having his loyalty tested, a deeply catholic child tells dio that he puts him on the same level of authority and absolute knowledge as a god. its grim! its sad and tragic! that all is key to understanding pucci as a character as well as how dio was fundamentally evil to the very end, so going like Oooh actually dio was a positive influence and if they both were adults theyd have a healthy happy relationship like the age is the only problem like DO YOU HEAR YOUSELF
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Again, a sudden note: is there some reliable source on what being 'neurotypical' implies? I mean, how far it may go before it stops to be "typical"?
Because well, I'm going to pretend that I'm postponing writing a new chapter for my fic because my work decided to work my ass into the ground, and it's even true, but also. This summer started with a tragicomic episode of me getting into (sorta) official relationship and being there for exactly 1 (one) day, followed by quite of realization that "if you think 'no' while saying 'yes' because It's an excellent chance so don't waste it and It's my trauma that hinders me and I should try and work through it, there won't be some magical curse lifting or Disney-style happy end. There will be only a total, mind-blowing realization that well, you really don't want this and actually never wanted and maybe your trauma has nothing to do with this". Costed me a really nice friendship, alas. Still probably for the better.
Anyway, this episode initiated a little dive into psychology literature. And well. I don't like labeling and absolutely not a fan of self-diagnosing (I'm working in a lab, for heavens sake. All my experience is about searching for proofs and scientific articles and objective evaluation) but. My knowledge about the spectrum become a little bigger, some new, unexpected details came up, and there are just... so many pieces of puzzle that fit this picture better that any other I went through. And this is the first time I ever had such an overwhelming feeling of "ah. It explains this" that becomes only bigger the more I get into the subject.
But at the same time, ASD is kind of new fashion trend at TikTok now and there's nothing easier than to pathologize youself (I so much adore that part in Three Men in The Boat where the protagonist got to read a medical encyclopedia). And, being a (mostly) functional adult, there is no way I will be able to get an official evaluation in my country. And even if there was a chance, I'm definitely on the high-functional end, so it wouldn't make much difference anyway.
Still, it would be nice to know more. Especially about what the "norm" is. Because again, everyone have their little habits and quirks and WTF actions and the previous year showed me how fragile the sense of normality is and how incredibly far mental self-defense mechanisms can twist one's perception of the world, and some of criteria for ASD sounds like "I thought everyone do that". And quite often a description of a "neurotypical" person looks like some strange, incredibly boring creature without hobbies or the inner world that always behaves "normally" and that I never met while they(we?) should be a majority of the population? Like, to understand a pathology, one should first learn what a norm looks like and etc.
Argh. Why the world needs to be so complicated.
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"How do I generate the feeling of something I've never had ?"
So you get your hands on "feeling is the secret", and your jaw is dropped. Your mind is blown. It's happened to all of us. Welcome to Neville. Soon afterward,
'Ok! All I have to do is generate the feeling, then my dreams will come true!'
3...2...1.....
'Oh man. How do I generate the feeling I've never head before? 😓'
Well technically ? OBJECTIVELY ? You can't. Sorry.
BUT....luckily Neville DID remind us of William Blake's words.
"All that you behold; though it appears without, it is within - In our imagination - of which this world of mortality, is but a shadow."
Did you hear that ? Everything you want is within. It's you. Everything is you. Everything you've ever wanted to do, see, hold, be, etc. Everything. Which means that the feeling you're looking for is inside you. Neville asks us in literally every single book. "How would it feel, if you were to have what you wanted ? If you were who you wanted to be ?"
"I'd be happ-"...
SHUT UP. SHUT THE 🦆UP.
This is not an ANSWER you give someone OTHER than youself. The only answer to this question, is the very thing you're looking for. Don't TELL me how you'd feel. You are literally the only person who can receive this answer.
Take 10 minutes to really think about how you'd feel if your wish was granted. This is not something you do lightly. Think about it. I know it's hard after you've scrolled endlessly through Insta-tok-tube for hours. Really. But this is something you need to spend time with. Airplane mode for 10 minutes. Close your eyes until your brain is quiet. In your imagination, realize that you have what you want. How do you feel ? FEEL how you'd feel. Yes, your conscious mind knows you'd feel happy, rationally, sure. You can CONSCIOUSLY rationalize how you'd feel. However, has your SUBCONSCIOUS felt how you'd feel ? SATS is there to smack the ever-living dookie out of your conscious mind, and make it shut up long enough for you to feed the premise of your fulfilled desire, to the subconscious mind.
You're not expected to pull feelings out of thin air. You're expected to realize that what you want is already here. Now. Within. Where there is no time. So you don't have to wait until you receive something from your objective world to make you happy. This is why so many writers tell you, that the prayer, and the answer are the same thing. Prayer is basking in the feeling of the wish fulfilled. The prayer is the answer. The prayer is the feeling of the question "How would it feel if- ?" You answer your own prayers, folks.
•If you're scared, and you pray for safety, the feeling is not being scared anymore.
•If you're broke, and you pray for prosperity, the feeling is not worrying about money.
•If you're cold, and you pray for heat, the feeling is not being cold anymore.
You have all the answers. Notice, how in the second example above, I didn't say "the feeling of prosperity is being rich". Though there are quite a lot of people who don't know what wealth feels like, they DO know how NOT worrying feels like. So you still have the keys. Those are rationalizations of the feelings that would follow fulfillment, but at the end of the day, it's up to YOU to feel. You have to know how you'd feel. No one else can answer that question. The limitations you have objectively don't exist on the inside. So you know how you'd feel. You already have everything you need folks. You just have to get to work.
Don't be like me. Stay hydrated. It's important. I don't want to hear "oH I dOnT lIkE tHe tAstE oF wATeR, iT hAs n-" I don't care, drink water.
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♡ A Piecing Love ♡ ~ Nith’s (late) 100 Follower Event!
To celebrate 100 followers - something I really did not expect-, I decided to do somewhat of a Selfship Event! I would’ve loved to do a bigger event but there’s just so many exams and I’ve put off this event for too long now.
This event will last until all slots are filled
This event is you piecing together your own love story with the character of your choice. Wether you want it to end in bitter resentments or sweet fluff, I’m here to deliver.
I only accept characters from Genshin Impact. I write for all adult playable characters as well as the addition of Scaramouche and Dottore.
A list of pieces about you that I will need:
The character you want to be shipped with
Your alias or name
Pronouns
Toxic Traits about youself
Fluffy Traits about yourself
Please describe your personality as best as you can
One or two aesthetics that you associate yourself with
Your ideal date
Here you have the opinion for a Toxic Relationship, or a Non-Toxic Relationship. Pick wisely now.
Toxic
Non-Toxic
For the final requirement for your request, I will need you to pick the flavor of love you would like. This will be combined with the toxic or non-toxic relationship like so; A sweet toxic love being somewhat fluffy but completely unhealthy.
Sweet - Fluff
Bitter - Angst
One more addition you can add is if you want a Mild flavor. This flavor adds on to your starting flavor and adds a bit of suggestive content to it.
That is it for requirements. You can do this Off or On Anon as long as you meet said requirements above.
What you will receive if you request:
A ship name
A scenario based on your traits
Some basic relationship headcannons
How your ideal date with them would go
And whatever else springs up into my mind
Requests: 2/5
I’m so sorry if this is too confusing :( I’m kind of bad at explaining things so if anyone needs any clarification I will be more than happy to clear up any misunderstandings.
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TW talk if su1cide, sh, and small mention of ed
Cat scratches, I love cat scratches. Not just some regular cat scratches from your house cat, my own cat scratches I create myself. Those are my favourite type of cat scratches, they way you hole the cold piece of metal to your skin dragging slightly creasting a small, cat scratch. But if you wanted a bit more force you would push down more right? No those wouldnt be my kind of cat scratches. I just like the simple scratch enough to sting enough to draw bl00d, make you wince when the hot water hits it when taking a nice bath or a long shower. Sting when clothes rub up against them as you walk, do normal thing. The itch, their so itchy you might scratch your skin off, but thats what you want too right? I mean you feel uncomfortable in your own skin you just wish it would come off, be in someone elses skin other than your own. I love the feeling of cat scratches, the feeling when people see them or find out but at the same time i despise that feeling but have a deep love for it. Having to wear extra layers, sit out in gym, wear long clothing just to hide your own beautiful cat scratches. Why hide my work of art? Well people dont understand cat scratches, they dont get why people make their own to feel something, anything. To cope with feelings, they dont understand because if you create your own cat scratches you are mental, desrve to be locked up in a mental asylum right? Thats just not the case people who create their own cat scratches are like everybody else, we just have a different way of showing emotions, to something, anyting. They dont understand because they dont make cat scratches, they just carry on with their happy lives.
To be normal I wish I had that ability. Maybe I wouldnt be creating cat scratches, fantisizing about being in a hospital with a tube up my nose from never eating, imagining how and when my d3ath day will be. Maybe if I was normal I would love myself, love my body my mind, my personality, just myself. Sometimes I want to try a new game, something way better then cat scratches it wont just end my feelings for a minute or two, it will forever. I call that game hangman oh the urge to play hangman, but I cant. If I played hangman I would be leaving my friends, family, boyfriend alone with possibly their own cat scratches, their hangman thoughts. They need me I need to stay for them Im not staying for myself anymore. The urge to play hangman in the middle of the night staring at a bottle of pi//s on my dresser, grab the bottle downing all of them. But I cant. I cant leave them, If I left I could pass on my cat scratches or hangman thoughts, and I wish that upon nobody, not even my worst enemy. Nobody deserves to feel like this, 24/7. But, maybe I do.. Because people probably would play hangman then be with me, I wouldnt be surprised I would rather play hangman then be with myself too.
In real life its not called cat scratches or hangman game, its called sh and wanting to ki// youself.. But thats not normal. Right?
#poetry#dark academia#sh#ed#writeblr#writing#writers on tumblr#dead poets society#poems on tumblr#depressing post
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How to write a disaster on modern social media.
This is my second blog, it's been a lot if fun running it and I've met some life long friends and my forever here because of this space. That being said, I find things here and within social media and general media quite toxic, unfortunate, and a relative echo chamber of harmful things.
This doesn't absolve me of anything especially within a small community such as hypnosis. Above all I've been fooling myself why I have this blog. I've been lying to everyone even myself about what this has been and who it was for, a narcissistic desire that I couldn't recognize.
With that I realise I'm been subverting and supporting things that don't make me happy. 2/3rds of my followers kinda
1. Are not active
2. Do not have your best interest in mind. I'm even guilty of this. (I'm leaning how to unfuck myself.
3. I don't relate too
There's so many bad actors in the tumblr hypnosis community. I've been vocally quiet about a lot that goes on to keep the purity of this blog, I've learned that I can no longer in good conscious keep supporting a lot of that behavior and that the content I've been re-blogging encourages to everyone out there.
WAIT FOR IT!! HERE COMES THE DEEP DIVIDE!
This is going to enrage lots of people, but I'm at the point that I frankly don't give a flip. I'm tired of SISSIES. You are relentless, you never cease, and rarely apologize for your obscene behavior. I hope that you take an honest look at yourself and those who you open your mind to and give it some critical thought. Maybe even consult a propper therapist? Please before you dig into this kind of rabbit hole talk to someone who can be objective to help you make a choice.
What's the next worse thing in my opinion? HERE IS WHERE LOSE ALMOST ALL MY FOLLOWER. But again, I don't really care what you think anymore especially if you've read up to this point you probably know its going to get even more disastrous.
Feminism, misogyny, matriarchy and patriarchy extremes have destroyed the very nature of our humanity.
I hate misogyny. Women are amazing and you should love a woman for her being a woman. Not a man for trying to replace woman. Celebrate her, her femininity. I'm saying this as a straight hetero man whos not confused about the differences bewteen Men and Women. (Oh dear I said it, better burn down house!)
Patriarchy and feminists... this will be an earful from everyone. You're probably already getting engaged that I dared to put the two words together. Doesn't that already suggest that you are handling the situation wrong? Anger is a secondary emotion, so what's the root cause for why you're so angry?
Equality for everyone? Absolutely! Not understanding why its not "equal " thats arrogance and negligence. If you put yourself in an echo chamber you will never understand disparity to its fullest or why. Don't be so closed minded that you shun something because the perceived majority doesn't like it. This is me telling you to use your brain and so some research.
If you're some irreverent feminist who loves misogynistic porn, maybe, just maybe there's a middle ground that opens your eyes to something not so extreme in both ways but a healthy middle ground that encourages both to grow. Not only for youself but for the others around you and your SO who is choosing to spend their life with you.
So this blog is slowly coming to an end for me. Throughout the last 5 years its been an experience, positive and negative.
There's so much more to say but i think this will infuriate enough people that my popularity will be ruined, and that's fine with me.
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RANT TIME- pronouns
"there are just too many labels, just be yourself."
being labeless or having too many labels both are being yourself.
some people feel like labels restrict them others feel like labels make them feel like they know themselves better and make them feel comfortable,
both sides are valid.
i understand there are a lot of terms and you can't always keep up with it.
but questions are always appreciated as long as they're not hurtful and too personal.
you don't have to be kept up to date w the terms to respect them. technology has advanced just go search it up man.
respect is the bare minimum and if one queer person hurt you doesn't mean we're all terrible terrible people.
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if you don't understand neopronouns don't call them embarrassing.
do your research and if someone uses neopronouns you use neopronouns for them, it might be stupid and ridiculous for you but in the end it's making a person happy, and you are no one to take someone's happiness away from them. especially if doing something so small is gonna make their day.
don't be proud of yourself for referring to someone w their correct pronouns, we're fighting for this to be normalised, not worshipped.
it's literally that simple?
"y'all get too offended. we literally misgender you once and you get all angry" that's an exaggeration. I've literally never met a queer person that's gotten that angry over being misgendered.
i understand you can't always get someone's pronouns right at the first try but it's always okay to ask. we won't get angry if you just correct youself and move on.
if the 'not all men' argument is still valid so is not all queer folks argument valid. exceptions are always there in every case.
not all of us will get all angry and offended if you get pronouns wrong once
wtf? that's stupid.
and even if we do, fuck you it's very valid. we've been constantly misgendered, discriminated, bullied and left out- all because we wanted to feel like ourselves.
now we're slowly finally being open and comfortable and you try to restrict us again.
we know when it's an accident and when you mean actual harm
we're not delusional babies.
stop making heterosexuality and being cis the norm.
humanity, respect and acceptance is normal.
y'all just look dumb at this point.
#gay pride#wlw pride#bisexual pride#transgender#queer representation#pronouns#questioning#agender#asexual#aromantic#intersex#genderfluid#gender dysphoria#gender netural
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3/16/2024
10:57 PM
I started my day by changing my eyesight to high definition. In other words, I cleaned my glasses after weeks of being too lazy to simply spray some glass cleaner and wipe them off. I don't know why I put that simple task off for so long. It's actively hurting me when my glasses are dirty, and I work in a greasy and smokey kitchen every day. My glasses get trashed fast. I'm always so happy when I finally do it, because everything suddenly is so clear. It's one of those extremely simple weird tasks I just put off for far too long.
A lady named Brenda died a few days ago. We weren't friends. In fact, we despised each other. There is no love lost, but I read her obituary. And maybe there may be no reason for me to feel grief, but reading this short little excerpt of her life that somebody cared enough to write about her, kind of humanizes her. We worked together at this high end meditation retreat run by a bunch of nuns. Yes, I worked for nuns. We worked togethor in the kitchen (of course, where else would I work) and I'm still not sure what happened. Brenda and I got into it, in full view of at least five other people. I don't even remember what we argued about, but it got heated. Enough so, that Brenda happened to forget the large chef's knife in her hand that she put in my face. Now this all took place after my time in hell (Milwaukee) and it wasn't long after the darkest period of my life. So that meant if someone put a knife in my face, my instinct is to get the knife out of my face. I was still in fight for survival and getting stabbed sucks. It's like being punched harder then you've ever been punched before. It's not something you want to do twice. So I grabbed her wrist and took the knife away and set it down on a table. Everyone in the kitchen saw this. I moved away from her and started working on whatever my original task was. And it seemed like everything got dropped. It did not. Soon, I was pulled into another room, and told by a nun that Brenda said I attacked her. Even with the other five people all telling the truth on what had happened, the nun decided Brenda was in the right and I was to be laid off without pay for two weeks. And before I knew it, my mouth spoke. And I told a nun to, and I quote "Go fuck youself, you righteous bitch." And that's the story of how I secured my place in hell. Ever since then anytime Brenda and I ran into each other, it's all middle fingers and "fuck you's." But she had a life I didn't know. And I always forget that, even about the people that I truly hate, that they have their own little worlds and their own little population of people. And those people don't see the bad things in a person. They don't see the petty problems, or the tiny infractions. I think that's something we need to really try to remember, if we're going to make it as a race. Compassion, I mean. I despised Brenda, and she had a husband, and children and friends and family who are now greiving, in the same way I've been since January. Maybe that's why I'm seeing it this way. I'm relating to the grieving. Not Brenda, cause Brenda, in my eyes, sucked.
I should go to bed, but I won't. I ended up having a somewhat creative day today and have fifteen lines and phrases to work with for a while. And I've got an idea I'm going to try and get figured out. Probably the best day I've had for coming up with stuff in a long time.
#journal#my blog#blog#life#my journal#my stuff#my post#my writing#personal#personal blog#slice of life#writing#nonfiction#inner thoughts#personal thoughts
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