#i cannot articulate this properly but. you understand.
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the comment about her standards, even though it shouldn’t, kind of stung. “well, yeah. clearly i missed a lot of signs. that’ll teach me to be so superficial, right?” she couldn’t manage even a humorless chuckle, expression morose as she smoothed the pleats of the dress chelsea was so vehemently rejecting. “listen, i know this isn’t fun for you right now, but don’t forget — it’s all going to be worth it.” or so she hoped. “i know you don’t think you’re going look good, but believe me, all eyes will be on you.” okay, that might not seem as enticing a prospect to chelsea as it would to carina, but hey, she was trying. gaze found the taller woman’s, voice soft as she pointed out, “you were the one who agreed with me that tate deserved to pay for what he did. the only one.” she wouldn’t have taken a chance like this on chelsea if that hadn’t been the case. the other was different, not just a clueless lemming like everyone else at their college. she’d seen through tate’s veneer of perfection and that was just what carina needed to crack it open once and for all. so that everyone would finally turn on him, the way they’d so easily turned on her. if only it could be that simple the other way around. she took a small step closer, maintaining eye contact earnestly. “chelsea, we said we’d be in this together. all the way. do we still have a deal?”
#threads: carina.#citrusfield#something something the inherent homoeroticism of revenge pacts#i cannot articulate this properly but. you understand.
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The Unlikely Postulate of Clapton’s Love Life
Clapton Davis x GN!Reader Headcanons
Content: a little bit of fluff, mentions of virginity, mentions of underage drug use, that’s pretty much it :)
(A/n: Just like in the movie, I made a chapter title card as if you and Clapton’s relationship were inserted. I was really in love with the names such as ‘The Terrible Ultimatum of Clapton Davis’, ‘The Lonely Ballad of Billy Nolan,’ etc. so I came up with one as if these headcanons were scenes in the movie.)
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You knew Clapton since Freshman year. You knew of him, at least, and you didn’t actually have a conversation with him until junior year. It all started when he asked you for a pen.
You weren’t too popular like him. But you were sort of the sweetheart of the school. Nobody would talk about you as much as they did Clapton, but when you were brought up, only good things were said about you.
A few small things had progressed your friendship with Clapton. First, it was the pen thing. Then you two were teamed up for a science project. This showed him how smart you were, so he began to rely on you. You were also charming and he began to become infatuated with you, so he asked you for homework help a lot of the time. You went on ‘dates’ and things, like how he skated you home, went on a movie date with you, went bowling together, until you two were official partners.
You two were both in Spanish classes. You were passing and he was failing, so you had to tutor him a whole lot. He came up to you one day with a giddy smile and said ‘Tu es mucho bonito.’ It wasn’t completely correct, but you appreciated it nonetheless.
He burned a CD for you consisting of all of your favorite songs.
Sometimes he appeared in your front yard at midnight for a late night skate. Other times he appeared, he went to your window and you two just made out.
You made out a lot. And you probably lost your virginity to him.
You two got high sometimes. One time you had a very long, weed-driven conversation about who the ‘real’ karate kid was: Ralph Macchio or Billy Zabka. He said it was obviously Macchio, but you liked to argue for Billy. In retrospect, you weren’t sure why.
You two are basically each other’s best friends. It took a while for the school to realize you were dating.
As attractive and charming as Clapton was, nobody really expected him to be in a relationship. He seemed like one of those cool chill guys who wouldn’t involve himself in one. That’s why everyone was so surprised to know that he was in a relationship, let alone with you—it was highly unlikely. Everyone in the school thought you were the power couple, though. Everyone talked and gossiped about your new relationship with him a lot.
You both didn’t like the idea of extravagant prom-posals. Plus, it was sort of a mutual understanding, you two knew you wanted to go together.
He loves holding your hand. Whether he’s walking you to your class or home, he cannot go without holding your hand.
He tried to teach you how to skateboard once because you asked him. You fell. It was terrible. But he patched you up and blamed himself for not teaching you or protecting you properly.
He loves sharing his music with you. Sharing earbuds and everything. When he found out that your go-to slow dance song was “Fields of Gold” by Sting, he instantly knew you were his soulmate.
Sometimes when you two cuddle, you talk about your future together. You hope to stay together long enough to get married. Then you think about articulate things like where to live, what kind of house, pets, etc.
He always said ‘Clapton don’t dance’ but that was a lie. He’d never hesitate to slow dance with you.
You made each other friendship bracelets. He never wants to take it off.
Riley was very supportive of your relationship. As Clapton’s best friend, she was glad that he found someone as amazing as you.
He loves whenever you play with his hair. You do it a lot.
Sometimes you’d ditch school to hang out at a 7-11 or smoke pot. It didn’t matter what you did, as long as he hung out with you. He enjoyed quality time.
One time, before you two were dating, you two ditched school because Clapton wanted to show you a trick he learned on the skateboard to impress you. Clearly he wasn’t ready because he fell, suffering a terrible injury. But there was something so dorkishly charming about that moment, that that was probably the first time you realized you liked him more than a friend.
The first time he said ‘I love you’ was by mistake. You two were both very high. He genuinely meant it, however. And so, the very next day, he properly confessed. And you expressed your reciprocation.
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This was my first set of headcanons I’ve written, so I hope you enjoyed it! I hope I did this prompt justice :’) I was so proud of the title that I was too eager to wait until I got a solid fic idea, so I just decided to write headcanons :) thanks for reading!
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Dear author, if you are taking requests can I please get you an extremely rough and wild nsfw with jealous possessive Daemon x fem reader, where he makes her ride it into oblivion (add whatever kink you see fit) please?
Here you go, my friend. I hope this pleases you.
Warnings: Mention of injury, jealous and possessive behaviour, choking, spitting, smut.
Word count: ~1100
Daemon’s mood is foul. His temper flares the moment he sees her place her favour onto the lance of that Lannister cunt. While their coupling isn’t public knowledge, she should know better than to entertain the attention of other men, lesser men.
The urge to jump the tilt and storm his way into the ladies court in order to seize her and remind her of who she belongs to is almost overwhelming. He knows he cannot though, so instead sets his sights keenly on his opponent as he sits atop his horse at the opposite end of the tiltyard. The red and gold of the Lannister caparison serves only to further his irritation. The sight of her wreath of flowers dangling from the base of the other man’s lance spurs him into action as he urges his horse to charge forward.
He notices the Lannister swing his lance slightly off target as he canters to meet him, an indication that he is experiencing difficulties and does not want to be hit. Daemon ignores this, striking him square in the breast plate with the tip of his weapon and causing him to fall from his horse with a sickening thud.
The horse master rushes towards the counter tilt. “He requested a mercy pass, Your Highness!”
Daemon lifts his helmet, watching with a smirk as the ground crew rally to help the Lannister Lord to his feet. “Did he now? How careless of me.”
He is badly winded and it is determined that his arret and grapper were not properly attached. The resulting blow from Daemon has likely broken his ribs and he will be unable to continue with the tourney.
Daemon dismounts from his horse with smug satisfaction and strides away from the tiltyard, but not before shooting her a pointed glare over his shoulder. The flicker of fearful recognition that crosses her face is all he needs to know she understands exactly what’s required of her. Don't keep me waiting.
He is stripped of his garniture and reclining in his quarters in his undershirt and breeches when he hears the timid knock at his chamber door.
“Come in.” He instructs flatly.
She enters, head bowed, a look of shy apprehension crosses her features. He feels a swell of pride at her obedience, she’d come just as soon as she could, just like he wanted. Such a shame he’s going to have to punish her for her brazen display at the tourney.
She stands before him, her hands clasped nervously in front of her, waiting for him to speak. He lets her linger in silence for a few moments, enjoying watching her squirm with discomfort. When she finally dares to look up and meet his eye he speaks.
“Have you grown tired of our arrangement?” He asks coldly.
“N-no!” She stammers, stepping forward, her eyes pleading.
He holds up a hand to stop her and she freezes in place, her mouth opening and closing as she struggles to articulate what it is that she wants to say.
“Have you forgotten who it is you belong to?” His gaze is piercing as he glares at her from where he is seated.
“Of course I haven’t.” Her voice is meek and apologetic.
“Then tell me, little one, why the fuck you thought it was acceptable to give your favour to that Lannister cunt?!” His voice raises in anger as he interrogates her, his grip on the arms of the chair causing his knuckles to turn white.
Her lip trembles and for a moment he is sure she will cry, until her jaw sets in bratty defiance. “I couldn’t very well say no, could I?!” She snaps back, face hot with her own fury. “What would you have me do instead? You insist upon keeping me a secret!”
Incensed with rage he reaches forward, grabbing her forcefully by the wrist and pulling her into his lap. “Don’t you ever talk back to me, fucking brat!”
She squeals as he manhandles her to straddle him, forcing her skirts above her hips and tearing away the gusset of her smallclothes, before unlacing his breeches.
“You need a reminder of who it is you answer to.” He threatens.
His hand moves between her legs and she whimpers, bucking against him. He hums appreciatively at how slick with arousal she is already. Wanton slut.
He pulls his hand away, spitting into his palm and then spreading it through her folds and over his cock. Lining himself up with her entrance, he thrusts upwards, pulling her harshly downward with a steadying hand on her hip.
The stretch feels impossibly tight around him and he groans at the sudden warmth and wetness, delighting in the way she gasps and clutches desperately at his shoulders.
“Not so eager to answer back now you’re stuffed full of my cock, are you?” He snarls, his grip on her hip tightens, using it to aid his movements up into her. His other hand moves to wrap around her throat, squeezing at the sides. “Look at me.”
Her eyes are wide, her face reddening from the restricted blood flow as she whimpers at the brutal pace he has set.
“You are mine, do you understand? Mine.” His fingertips press deeper into the flesh of her neck.
She does her best to nod, clenching around him as he continues to drive up into her over and over.
“Say it.” He hisses, brow furrowing with exertion, stones aching at the way she convulses with each movement.
“I-I am yours.” She stutters breathlessly.
“And could that Lannister twat fuck you like this?” He punctuates his question by tugging her harder and faster against him.
“Just you, only you…” The words tumble from her lips like a chant as her eyes grow glassy.
“Don’t look away.” Daemon orders in a husky whisper.
The only sounds in the room are their combined pants and the slap of flesh on flesh, until finally the heat of his climax licks along his spine and through his balls, he pulls her flush against him as he empties himself inside of her.
She collapses against him and he holds her to his chest as he recovers, stroking his hands softly up and down her back.
“You know,” He says, after a few minutes pass by in silence, “We needn’t keep this a secret forever. I could make you my wife.”
He feels her smile against the scarred flesh of his neck. “Are you saying you love me, Daemon Targaryen?”
He chuckles, delivering a playful swat to her backside. “Don’t push your luck.”
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hope this doesnt come off as bad faith but what do you think of this quote??? i dont like it but ig i cant properly articulate my thoughts on why https://www(.)tumblr(.)com/librarycards/187079810359/librarycards-anti-prostitution-feminists-and
I also don’t like it and don’t agree with it, it would take a lot of dissecting and articulating to really express why, but I’ll try my best with the main reasons.
1. “work is being constantly re-inscribed as something so personally fulfilling you would pursue it for free”
This is working on the belief that having sex is or can be considered ‘work’, but the argument we make is that sex isn’t work, and work can’t be sex, because:
sex is by definition mutually involved and consensual, and that consent is freely given. that is a basic feminist understanding of what separates sex from rape. remember the idea that rape is not a ‘type of sex’ any more than drowning is a type of swimming. rape is antithetical to sex, because sex requires freely given consent. if the only reason you would agree to sex is through the offer of money, that consent isn’t freely given it is coerced. “B-but all labour is coercion through money- that’s the point” yes except coerced manual labour is coerced manual labour, coerced ‘sex’ is rape. anyone who claims these are the same thing, or that being penetrated to earn a living is the same as hauling pallets, is being completely disingenuous and has a vested interested in encouraging the idea that it’s the same thing (they want to convince women it’s the same so they will do it!). so essentially the reason i think sex cannot be ‘work’ is because sex cannot be coerced, and work is essentially coercion. ‘sex work’ is an oxymoron.
so no, we don’t all enjoy our jobs, we need to earn money to live and that’s why we work, sure. something being ‘work’ doesn’t necessitate wanting to do it for free, but sex absolutely does. that’s the principle of sexual consent.
reason 2: the false dichotomy being made between paid ‘sex work’ and unpaid labour. positioning these this way kind of implies they’re the only choices for women, “hey at least I’m being paid! the alternative is an unpaid internship which i can’t afford” but we would say well, both of those things are bad. neither is a good solution for women, neither empowers us or helps us enter and stay in the workforce. yes maybe it’s hypocritical that Equality Now, an anti-prostitution org advertises unpaid internships, however that is because it is a non profit, thus they rely heavily on volunteers and donations, and an internship is essentially a contracted period of volunteering. they might be a big organisation but it doesn’t mean they have money to spare, and that’s a sad reality for non-profits. it’s not the same as multi million dollar companies having internships. the same goes for the anti-slavery charity. it’s a fucking charity??
“The result of these unpaid and underpaid internships is that the women who are most able to build careers in the women’s sector – campaigning and setting policy agendas around prostitution – are women who can afford to do unpaid full-time work in New York and London. In this context, it is hardly a surprise that the anti-prostitution movement as a whole has a somewhat abstracted view of the relationship between work and money.”
yeah, it probably does mean that only women with some financial safety net can volunteer their time to work for these non-profits and charities full time. is that a bad thing? that’s the reality of most volunteer work, most people cant afford to not be paid to work. most who do volunteer do so part time, usually very few hours a week or even a month, and that’s very awesome of them, right? so women who have the capacity to volunteer full time (because that’s what an unpaid internship is in essence) choosing to do so, is just as fucking awesome, right? isn’t that good of them, so why are they being villainized (we know why). they could be doing anything with that time and they’re choosing to use it to help vulnerable women have more options in the workforce.
I don’t understand how that translates as an ‘abstracted’ view or lack of understanding of the relationship between work and money. it’s a very clear understanding, which is why they don’t want women to have to endure unwanted sex acts just to make a living. that’s why they advocate for better options for women. anti prostitution in those contexts doesn’t begin and end with making it illegal, in fact it doesn’t mean that at all. it is about creating opportunities for women in prostitution so they can leave, or criminalising soliciting rather than prostituting, to enforce the message that it’s wrong to buy and sell women, but women are not at fault for needing to resort to this to earn a living in a patriarchal misogynistic society. the work-money view is not ‘abstracted’ it is simple, everyone should be paid fairy for the work that they do. but to purchase ‘sex’ from a woman is to rent her body as though she is nothing but a sex object. and that is immoral. men who solicit are not employing women to work, they’re paying to use her for masturbation. if a landlord offered decreased rent in exchange for sex, most everyone would see the clear immorality and exploitation of that situation, but a woman agreeing to unwanted sex for pay because she needs that money to pay her rent, that’s different somehow? no, it’s still exploition. anti-prostitution is as much about men’s choices in exploiting women as it is supporting women in exiting the sex trade.
so i think fundamentally that quote has the intentions of anti-prostitution all backwards, they see it as prostituted womens’ livelihoods being taken away, but we’re advocating for a world where women do not need to be prostituted to earn a living and have opportunities for better, safer livelihoods. women should not need to endure unwanted ‘sex’ as a livelihood in the first place, and if there were more opportunity for women in the workforce, they wouldn’t need to. in essence they’re arguing that /of course they don’t enjoy it, but who enjoys their job? we do it because we have to get paid/ and i see that i totally do, but constant unwanted penetration is not a job, it is assault of the body and mind. it comes with constant misogynistic abuse and harassment and the risk of STDs, some of which are life threatening. it takes a physical and emotional toll that no other manual job can compare to, and if those women could earn a decent living doing something else, the vast majority would. and the first hand evidence from prostituted women supports that notion.
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mishandling
word count: 0.4k | character(s): darth vader x gn!reader
warnings: stalker manhandles you unconsensually | loss of a limb | angst? no comfort? not rly but kinda | ruthless vader | gun mention
you don’t know what you’d done to gain the attention of a fleet trooper aboard the starship. not even privy to his name, he talks to you so familiarly. handles your arm too comfortably. when you attempt to tug it from his grasp, it only tightens around your tissue to a painful degree. afraid of the gun on his belt, you don’t risk shoving him off. “stop. you’re hurting me.” you explain, but he continues his confession. raving about how you belong together, how he can take you away from this place.
“listen to me!” he professes, yanking you to him. you brace against his chest, squeezing your eyes closed in a wince. a fear courses through your veins at the thought of what he might do, or what your lover might think should you be caught.
even when you insist, “stop! let go!” he does not falter, advancing on you as you stumble back.
“you can’t tell me you haven’t thought about it. i have an escape pod, we’ll go now.”
“i’m not going anywhere with you!”
“you don’t have a choice—“ the trooper rounds you, towing you along, ignoring your protests as you futilely claw at his fingers. the doors to the elevator slide open, and the trooper is met face to chest with the sith lord of the fleet.
“lord vader.” he speaks weakly, and his grip loosens, intent to release you. he does not get the chance. your lover’s saber ignites and slices upwards in one swift motion. it severs the officer’s arm from his body, relinquishing him of the hand that touched you so carelessly, and it drops to the floor. your mouth agape as you watch steam rise from the cauterized wound.
after the trooper has been properly disposed of, you can’t get over your shock. you flee. while vader thoughtlessly hounds after.
“what did he say to you? what did he promise?” his anger ripples through his voice, disguising his genuine concern. you won’t answer, rushing to get back to your quarters in order to process this. “that insect thought he could lay hands on you- that was not his place. he had to be removed.” as if he believes reasoning with you will atone for the situation, make you come back to him for comfort.
you face him and emit a frustrated noise at him, flexing your fingers in a gesture, unable to articulate that you’d prefer him to stop exacerbating your unfortunate circumstances with his surly attitude.
you don’t so much as turn before his large hand is on you, whipping you back to him. so you refuse to look at him. “from this moment on you are not to leave my side, do you understand me?” the ill-timed command causes you to shoot him an incredulous expression, disbelief painted over your features. apparently, your lack of response planted a seed of distrust within him. as if you are the reason for your misfortune!
“you cannot be serious—!”
he speaks over you, “not when my fleet is littered with traitors!“ his rumbling words ringing in your ears as he escorts you to his private chambers.
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Hello! Can I request romance headcanons for Arlecchino? This Harbinger deserves more attention!
What is Arlecchino like as a lover?
── ୨୧：arlecchino x reader
୨୧﹑synopsis :: just some cute little headcanons
୨୧﹑genre :: fluff
୨୧﹑content :: gn reader, that one thing where they hold hands in her pocket, they're fine with each other's atrocities, implied murder, domestic fluff
୨୧﹑words :: 817
of course you can dear anon I love women ❤️ you're so right tho, she needs more love. I barely see ANY Arlecchino content and this is such a crime 😔😔 I did accidentally lie tho cause I said my next post would probably be Pierro but it's Arlecchino 🤨
it's not exactly the easiest thing to find endearment in the knave, or so you've been told. you find it easy to notice many things to love about her, beautifully dangerous and far too protective of you though she is aware you are capable of doing so yourself.
you've heard Tartaglia say she hasn't a sane bone in her body, and with the way she goes out of her way to keep you safe even from people only looking at you in a way she finds, as she puts it, 'repulsive', you're almost inclined to agree, though you will love every insane bone in her body in return. she likes to let you do as you please, but is over-eager in snatching you away from people she feels overstep around you, or people she doesn't trust around you for one reason or another.
without hesitation, Arlecchino will hurt the people who hurt you, though far worse than they could have ever hoped to do to you as you sometimes find those people rather suddenly go missing, and of course you eye her suspiciously the second you hear only to see her looking quite pleased with herself. the murder is part of the Arlecchino package so all you can do is sigh to yourself and gush a little over how protective she can be.
she is however quite gentle toward you, at least compared to everyone else, which in reality is quite normal. she can be quite brash toward other people, though she acts pleasantly. you find that behaviour appears less so towards you, a little awkward even.
it can be hard for her to relax fully and open up properly, though she desperately wants to. her words sound cheesy to her, and her displays of affection don't match yours as she feels she falls short at times, even if you assure her that she's fine and can take her time figuring it out. it's strange to see her so flustered over small gestures of affection, wondering if you'll hear what she has to say and find it weird, but also strangely able to articulate this love she has for you in a deeper sense in ways you can understand.
you think at some point she built a shell previously impenetrable around her heart, melted away by your warmth and her own ignited fire for you that began a burning in her chest. a passion she previously found little need for, but now with you around she found that she began to indulge it, only slightly at first until she found it to be quite an addictive thing.
she finds that her preferences are inclined to match with yours, though the one thing she won't break from is adoring the way you feel pressed against her in any way, that warmth that radiates off you all bundled up in your fluffy collared coat and a nice pair of gloves you forget more than you'd like. she finds it all the more reason to use her hands as she holds them in her pocket to warm you, even knowing she likely has your gloves stuffed away in her other pocket knowing that you always forget them.
on top of this, her love for having you pressed right up against her also happens to extend to other things, curled up on the couch coiled together trying not to fall off as she holds you between her legs with your head on her chest like a pillow where she strokes your forehead. you're fast asleep and somehow still so elating to her.
however even Arlecchino's own joys cannot keep her from caring for you, often hoisting you all too carefully into her arms once you doze off to carry you to bed, all just to curl back up intertwined with your sleeping body in a place she knows will be more comfortable for you. she can never bring herself to leave you awkwardly scrunched up on the couch, even if she has to shuffle you off and hope you don't wake to move you elsewhere.
there's something so endearing about the way you squirm back to comfort and settle, breathing softly against her neck, your hair tickling her skin.
there are other things she enjoys obviously, though they cannot top her favourite thing, there's always that other favourite thing she loves about you. no matter how awkward or self-conscious you may be about it, she often finds herself to be put at ease by your smile. something about you natural smile comforts her, her sign that no matter what, you're happy and feel comfortable around her to show such a thing. it so cute.
your smiling face always makes her want to kiss you, more than anything else. if she was gooier she'd take your cheeks between her fingers and pinch them, but that urge remains private between her and herself.
#✦ — headcanons.#✦ — fluff.#♡ — anon visit.#arlecchino#genshin arlecchino#arlecchino x reader#arlecchino x female reader#genshin impact#genshin#genshin impact x reader#genshin x reader#genshin impact x female reader#genshin x female reader
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This is not for the people who mentioned this article, but for the systems that are seeing it.
I’m aiming for free sources, so some works are nonacademic or on unprotected sites.
Science is a neutral thing. It is a tool, a conveyance of our understanding in hopes of pushing further. In this place and time, science builds as if from scratch. A person or group of persons can understand something without having properly studied it, without having published or reviewed in accordance with the standards.
People can know to navigate the wind and sea before our standard of science knows, and people can know that stones fall from the heavens before science knows them as meteors. Both can misunderstand, because the ‘reality’ we aim to see is not the same as the human’s science we start with.
As humans once thought the meteors from another realm, humans’ science once thought the womb to travel about the body causing problems. We are fallible, but we can learn.
It’s the same with DID. More spiritual communities still consider what might be ‘DID’ as ‘possession trance’, and, while the West scoffs, we cannot prove them wrong.
In French, it was dédoublement de la personnalité and le condition seconde, which was named due to most cases displaying two alters per body — as was common during the early research of DID.
Even now, the change from MPD to DID — though helpful to change from PD to DD — was by a person who would have preferred to disinclude DID from the DSM altogether. It now reflects alters as less than one personality rather than multiple.
I have never seen an article that shows alters cannot be whole. I identify with the Theory of Structural Dissociation in the bits they actually had evidence for — in other words, the concept that an alter can’t be whole is a reflection of linguistics, not psychology. (We’ll publish this ourselves if we ever get the credentials.)
Many find their DID to match the collectively-one perspective of the TOSD, and that is okay. Medicine knows how to treat this presentation, even if social media doesn’t reflect their experience. If this is you, that is a valid and morally neutral existence.
However, many do not. We do not believe we are parts, and we can articulate our view. This has been a known presentation for a long while, and often we too are forced into the single-self treatments that don’t always work. Our presentation seems to become more common as systems socialize, and that is also valid and morally neutral.
There are plenty of shades and scales if you look, all of which are okay. The problem is not with presentation, but with the lack of information DID patients receive while in treatment.
We like our plurality. Not all of us, not always, but I will never tolerate outsiders telling us how to exist. Our therapeutic goals are not the only way we can exist; we’re still here, and we’ve worked on accepting that. That’s something that everymany and everyone needs to practice.
Your existence is okay. Your experience cannot be wrong, even if you build on it later. It’s subjective, and it is yours. Wherever you go is up to you to decide.
#did osdd#osddid#dissociative identity disorder#cdd system#traumagenic system#adaptive system#ramcoa#polyfragmented system
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GOLLY GOLLY GOSH, I JIST BINGED YOUR YANDERE GAYATRI X PAVITR X READER FICS AND OMG 🤭🤭
It’s so gooddd but I can’t help but wonder what would happen if the reader just didn’t understand love- like totally. This is so entirely spurred on by my own problems and IFHY by Tyler (live laugh love Tyler the creator 🙏) but like just imagine them x a reader who just doesn’t understand love and believes love is just being aggressively possessive and obsessive over someone.
I can just imagine Gayatri, Pavitr and the Reader getting into a heated argument and the reader just flat out says they hate them both with this dead stare- and then they follow it up with telling them both that they love them but now Gayatri and Pavitr realize there’s nothing behind the readers eyes when they say ‘I love you’. It’s not love, it’s straight obsession. Idk I just feel like it’d be an interesting idea for a fic :D
Also your writing is so good! You should totally take up a Career in writing or write a book, I just love how you describe everything!
𝙒𝙚'𝙧𝙚 𝙜𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙖𝙩 𝙗𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙗𝙡𝙚𝙙
Cw: the usual yandere stuff, manipulation, psychological abuse, kinda yandere reader?
Notes: I hope I did this request justice, I rewrote it a lot 😭if you don't like it you can always request it again, I'm really nervous about this because I don't want to disappoint you😿
"I fucking hate you both" the words leave your lips like nothing, like the grocery list, like small talk, like those words didn't carry the weight of the world. Heavy like a rock, and as plain as one, simple combination of five words, from the infinite combinations possible with the 171,476 words recognized in the Oxford dictionary, and the roughly one million words used by english speakers, it took you only five words to unleash hell, to emotionally destroy two people in ways one person cannot calculate or articulate.
You'd been accepting and supporting (you were simply unbothered, however they see it like that) of their unorthodox way to carry the relationship, you had a few "quirks" of your own as well something that they both accepted and loved, so this came as a shock. In Pavitr's mind, you don't mean this, you're simply upset, but his thoughts race back and forth thinking what did the do to upset you, what he did. It couldn't be Gayatri, she's perfect, it has to be him, it's always him, he's the one that puts your lives in danger all the time, it's his fault Gayatri's father almost died, his fault your universe was almost wiped off of existence, and now he has made you upset. In his mind there's no much difference between dying and being forgotten, or worse, even loathed by you, well, maybe there's one. That he'd rather be dead.
But Gayatri is another story, she refuses to accept whatever you meant. Her mother left, you can't leave too, she cannot be alone in this world again, and as if out of self preservation, she's possessive over you, over Pavitr, over your relationship, she's authoritarian but so deeply fragile, wearing her emotions on her sleeve, trying to be calm and collected, however she miserably fails when the scalding hot sentiments make their way from her chest to her mouth. She will trap, fix, change or break anything that is necessary to ensure she's never left alone again, even if "anything" includes your mind.
They stand before you, dumbfounded, with expressions that in less than a second can vary between sadness, anger, disappointment, terror, paranoia, outrage, and probably more, probably that's just the tip of the iceberg.
And all you do is stare, you watch their contorting faces and with the dead silence, it's almost like you can hear the blood pumping through their veins, full of anxiety.
Before they can properly process your statement, you contradict it, to anyone it seems like you're toying with them, like a cat watching its prey agonize. At heart, the cat is innocent, the cat does not posses a moral compass that will tell him to either stop or further the pain of their lizard, the act of torture cannot be sadistic if the perpetrator doesn't find pleasure in it. The vile acts of a creature that lacks malice.
"I love you" and life seems to recover its rightful flow, or it should, they could ignore what you said and take you back just like that, but it doesn't work that way, not when you have two obsessive lovers.
"What do you mean?" Gayatri is distrustful
"That I love you."
Pavitr notices first, notices your blown pupils and lost gaze, no emotion behind those eyes he adores, had it always been that way? Has every "I love you" meant the infinity of the void?
And Gayatri, she always knew, she loved everything that was there to love about you, even if you didn't understand, if she needed to show you the depth of her love through aggression, violence and obsession, she will.
"I love you too" they said at unison.
#atsv x reader#atsv pavitr#pavitr prabhakar#pavitr x reader#pavitr prabhakar x reader#pavitr x gayatri#gayatri x reader#spiderverse pavitr#yandere pavitr#gayatri singh#pavitr headcanons#yandere pavitr prabhakar#pavitr prabhakar x you
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I’m a normal amount of rage now so I can articulate myself I think
I understand a lot of online talk is hyperbole. I understand that not every single thing said on the internet is meant to be taken completely literally, the way my brain interprets it at first.
But. But.
The thing is that suicide bait and telling people to die and harassing others online has, historically, not only been incredibly harmful - I will have been on tumblr for a decade this coming spring. I have known people who, as far as anyone could tell, at the very least suddenly deactivated, and likely killed themselves because of a constant barrage of hatred and suicide bait for things like being aro or ace, being pan, being sexual abuse survivors and writing sexual assult fiction to cope and work through their trauma, the ‘reasons’ are endless at this point - it’s also just. Not an effective way to make fandom safer in any way, and the perpetrators of that behavior are never being hyperbolic.
It did not make tumblr safer when a group of people harassed me for misunderstanding the difference between Bipolar Disorder and Borderline Personality Disorder at the age of 16, nor when they continued for two full years to harass me because my first url contained the word “crazy” in refrence to myself. It didn’t make tumblr safer when they told me to kill myself. It didn’t make it safer when they told me they were happy my father died, because I was hurting and that’s what they wanted. It didn’t make tumblr safer when I felt so personally in danger that I had to send an ask containing the address and phone number of the person who started all of it, someone I knew In Real Life and Knew My Schedule, to them, just to get them to stop for fear I would contact their mother or call the police, because the harassment was that intense. And I was one of the lucky ones - someone who knew their harasser irl and could properly leverage a threat like that in exchange for finally being left alone after two full years of nonstop hell every time I opened the site.
And before it crosses anyones mind - yes, it is suicide bait to tell someone they should die. We aren’t playing this game. Just like when aphobes said it so fucking often that prominent ace bloggers actually did end up hurting themselves, and got mass reported for it and changed it to “piss your pants”, saying “you should die” is the same intent as “kill yourself”. Don’t fucking kid with me.
It doesn’t make fandom safer for minors to tell sexual assult survivors to die because they wrote fiction to work through their trauma.
It doesn’t make fandom safer for trans folk to tell trans fans of shitty authors to die.
It doesn’t make fandom safer for mentally ill or disabled folks to tell people to die.
What it does, is convince vulnerable people that they really are better off dead. What it does is convince people you barely know, who have friends and family and lovers, to kill themselves, on the basis of what fucking fandom they’re in. I cannot imagine a more fucking morally depraved reason to say that to anyone.
It helps no one to do this. It benefits nobody. It doesn’t make you a virtuous person, it doesn’t make you morally correct.
It makes you someone who, without the threat of irl consequences, would happily, eagerly, and with sick relish, make someone’s life hell because you don’t like that they like a certain media.
And regardless of what that media is, the very idea of that is absolutely disgustingly wrong.
Human rights don’t only extend to people you like. They extend to everyone. So should your goddamn morals.
#fandom wank#suicide baiting#suicide bait#harassment#fandom#heavy topics#I cannot believe in the year of our lord 2023 I have to explain why it’s wrong to tell someone to die.#I’m honestly fucking. speechless at the thought. it took so long to write this.
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A copy of the feedback I sent to Tumblr support:
I would like to know why I am being forcibly opted in to the pointless and obtrusive advert that is the 'Luffy' tab. I have not engaged with the 'one piece' fandom - I had to do some investigation to even figure out what fandom it *was* - and had no particular opinon of it, with zero interest in engaging with it in the future. I now have been *made* to engage with it and thus now have extremely negative associations with it. It is, effectively, an *anti*-ad. Congratulations! Nobody's happy.
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I would also like to know why the Tumblr development team consistently rolls out a change to a small number of people without warning or explanation and no option to opt out, despite repeated requests from the userbase.
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I would like to know why the Tumblr development team consistently pushes changes to the app or platform that clearly and demonstrably reduce accessibility, convenience and intuitiveness, offer responses to the resulting outrage that are not only often blatantly false but also so incredibly patronising as to be downright offensive, and then have the unmitigated temerity to insist they're doing it all to "help content creators" and "improve usability" and generally prioritize hypothetical future 'new users' over the existing userbase while simultaneously making it clear that they consider these mythical new users to be too stupid to learn the basics of a new platform.
I truly cannot properly articulate how utterly, cynically disingenuous it is to explain that they can't implement more settings options because that would be *confusing* - as though navigating clearly labelled toggles and drop down options are some hyper advanced technical skill the average user doesn't have and can't achieve - so the absence of those options actually makes the app *more accessible* than implementing any actual accessibility options.
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I have been on Tumblr for more than a decade, and I love it and the community I have found. It is heartbreaking to watch it steadily disintegrate into a less functional carbon copy of all the social media sites I have hated and avoided just because the handful of people making the decisions don't understand the point and value of Tumblr.
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Please. Please. If we wanted twitter we would be *on Twitter*, if we wanted Instagram, that's where we'd be. Tumblr is precious and vibrant *because* of it's difference, not *despite* it.
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Ostensibly many of these changes have been made because Tumblr needs more money, and clearly the management team believes that the way to gain more money is to increase ad revenue, which is presumably why they seem so focused on pushing algorithmic content at the cost of an increasingly hostile user experience. Unfortunately that is incorrect.
Right now, Tumblr is attractive to advertisers because it has a vibrant community and is an established platform. If this trend of increasing hostility continues, more and more of the long term established users - who generate a hugely disproportionate quantity of the 'content' that makes Tumblr so unique and interesting - will leave. They will be left without the online community they have been a part of for years, something deeply distressing for them and for the community they have left, which in turn will be slowly dissolving as more and more members reach their limit and delete their accounts.
Tumblr will be left a spiralling mess of algorithm driven advertisements and porn and spam bots and a handful of bitter users, and sooner or later someone will pull the plug when it becomes apparent just how lucrative it *isn't* to advertise to non existent people.
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Or you could listen to your userbsse.
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love how the entire slimecicle bg3 gang is like really smart they're also all just. actually im exploring this
xiv is very smart. not only are they an arcane battery, their father likely gave them plenty of books to read about spell-casting. so they're a big thinker. but what stops them from reaching their true potential is the fact that they likely don't allow themselves to properly process their more negative emotions, like rai's death and whatnot. and they're... literally going through this entire adventure after escaping an incredibly toxic and neglectful environment. they're probably trying to push back how their father was a piece of shit as well and its not working because their dream visitor IS their father!! so they know their way around a book but don't know how to deal with their father screaming from the other room :-3
tal i think is very aware of others feelings, and partially emotionally intelligent for himself. he tries to talk rai down before he's forced to kill him, being kind to him in rai's final moments of lucidity. he understand's something wrong with xiv, that there's something they aren't telling the rest of the group, but he doesn't wanna pry. in terms of more "intellectual intelligence" i think he is smart but just... doesn't know how to articulate it. he can do it, but unlike xiv he literally cannot explain it to you. it's like how he mispronounced monotonous; he knows of it, he just forgot the pronunciation. basically him and xiv are kind of inverses of each other; xiv is smart and can explain it, but can't deal with their emotions. tal can recongize his and others emotions, and while being a bit smart he can't explain it like xiv can and forgets the information sometime. another thing i think they have in common is accidentally lashing out in anger. tal doesn't know why (not a violent dog; doesn't know why he bites) and xiv knows but wishes they didnt (violent dog; wishes they didn't know why they bite.)
klip. i'm gonna be honest i think he's the most normal in the group and that is genuinely saying something. he's about average in terms of emotional and intelectual intelligence, but. the way he reacts to rai being weird is touching the book thats glowing ominously, but at the same time checking to see if he's okay. it's like he's barely passed the skillcheck, and thus while it's good, there are aspects of it he's missing. its not the fact that he can't read the room, its the fact that he can read parts of it. the rest of it he realizes depending on the person's reaction. im 50/50 on whether or not he harbors a bit of guilt from not actually defeating that goblin camp but this again. is klip we're talking about. surprisingly the most well adjusted of the group despite the squidfucking.
now rai... i think rai. thinks he's well adjusted but oh. isn't. i think its the book that makes him realize he craves a family more than anything. but its really too late to change anything is it. and just god... rai's death was so fucked man. he didn't even get to learn anything about his parents, we didnt get to learn anything about his parents, before he died. its so... goddd its fucked. anyway yeah. rai thinks he is. the book reminds him so coldly and cruelly that he isnt <333
all of that to say. just because they're dumbasses does not mean they're stupid. also @flammablefaerie the bread is here
#eden mrraps.#also i know discussing intelligence can be finnicky so if i accidentally sound ableist let me know please <3#slimecicle bg3
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I have to admit, I hate the almond theory, and before all you almond-theory fans come at me, let me explain. Neither Aziraphale nor Crowley are right in this situation for different reasons.
Aziraphale has been struggling with the concept of goodness for about 6000 now. He's an angel, he wants to be good, to do good, and yet he realizes that sometimes heaven's plan isn't actually good. That becomes even more apparent in season 2. Aziraphale admires Crowley, because even if he's a demon, he marches to his own drum, he does whatever he feels is right. Crowley doesn't follow an agenda, he's his own person, and he's good and nice and kind because he chooses so. And Aziraphale finds that extraordinary. Aziraphale was a cherub, a pretty low ranking angel. He never had any real power, he couldn't change anything in heaven. Also I believe he holds archangel Gabriel accountable for everything that went wrong in heaven. He was the authority he came into contact with, so it makes sense. So when he gets offered a powerful position in heaven it's only natural that he wants to fix things. He wants to create a heaven where he and Crowley will be able to live together, to fix everything, to make heaven truly good. He wants to make a better world for Crowley and he genuinely believes he can.
Crowley was traumatized from heaven. He was abandoned for loving his creation too much, for asking a few questions. He thinks Aziraphale clings to his once angelic nature every time he calls him good and it hurts him every time. Crowley doesn't want to get involved anymore. He wants to be his own person with Aziraphale, away from everything. But the thing is, that's not possible. He truly believes they can escape and live their happily ever after. When Aziraphale asks him to go back to heaven with him, he knows Ira because his angel doesn't see him as good enough for him, he hates he's a demon, he wants to fix him. Aziraphale wants him to go back to a truly traumatic situation and it's the ultimate betrayal.
The thing is, both of them are horrible at communicating their feelings, so their intentions get lost in the translation. Aziraphale completely fails to get Crowley to understand why he wants him to go to heaven together and Crowley cannot articulate properly why he doesn't want to, how he knows nothing can change because he himself was a high ranking demon. The thing is they also can't run away. They've attracted the metatrons attention, there is nowhere to escape to.
In conclusion if this two fucking idiots knew how to properly explain their feelings we wouldn't have been so utterly heartbroken with the end of season 2 both of their approaches are wrong because they both fail to take into account the other one's feelings.
#good omens#go season 2#spoilers#ramblings#thank you for coming to my tedtalk#i cant with these two#ineffable idiots#pls just communicate ffs#season 2 broke me#thats what happens when neil gaiman traumatizes people
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i think steampianist's thing really suits kabukimono. the speaker in the song struggles to convey emotions properly and wishes to have certain traits ("hair like yours," "hands like yours," "eyes to stare and to cry with," "fingers that curl in the cold"), which can be read as fervently coveting to look and feel "normal." or, in kabukimono's case, to look and feel human.
like the speaker in the song, kabukimono cannot understand or show certain emotions, and so he learns from those around him (like a sponge absorbing new information) about human life. he hides his true nature as a puppet and learns how to live as a human, but as human as he may act he can never truly be human if the parameters set for what it means to be human are that (1) you must have a heart and (2) your lifespan must be finite (which are parameters kabukimono thinks equals humanity). he has neither of these, which is why he never truly views himself as a human even though you could argue that being "human" simply means you are a complex individual who can feel, think, speak, and articulate (all things kabukimono is capable of).
as the song nears its conclusion, it's implied that the speaker hurt or killed their friends in some way, and you learn that all along this "thing" has wanted companionship and to feel and display emotions properly. but something goes wrong and the result is this eerie line: "struggling only makes the hugs much tighter." both kabukimono and the speaker in the song are driven by their obsessions, and both have bloodied their hands as the result of their circumstances (kabukimono's motivation for murder being revenge and the speaker's most likely being the threat of their friends leaving, so they become determined to make them stay even if it ends in death).
and by the end, the speaker still continues to wish for the traits mentioned above. likewise, kabukimono continues in his travels after sating his hunger for revenge and with "human" traits he has learned and experienced throughout his journey, only to soon step onto the path that leads him to becoming a harbinger once he comes to believe that his "humanity" is a sign of weakness. and so he does away with the things that made him human and starts a new era of his existence (albeit a more violent, cruel one), much like how the speaker in the song will probably continue to search for a way to express themselves in socially acceptable ways.
i think popopo could also fit kabukimono in that it's a song about an alien who travels from planet to planet in hopes of finding a home and a friend, but no one accepts or wants him so he is constantly shunned and lonesome. thus he is a "shooting star sinking in the spacey, black tar" with "hopes and dreams in teardrops," which are lines that fit kabukimono so much!
#meraki mumbles#yandere scaramouche#'thing' is one of my favorite songs from steampianist#and 'the botanist' and 'the detective' are also so good because they're intertwined within the same storyline#i adore everything about 'the botanist' because not only are the lyrics and instrumental brilliantly composed#the story itself is also so good!!!#a botanist who is 'allergic to humans' has become infatuated with a woman he sees from the windows in his lab#and this woman is allergic to flowers so she doesn't interact with the botanist often#but this only causes him to grow more obsessed#you learn in 'the detective' that the botanist is the one responsible for killing women and taking out their hearts#who the detective has been searching for to solve what felt like an unsolvable case#until the conjoined storylines are interrupted by the plot in 'black hole' which is the result of a shunned scientist creating a black hole#to prove everyone who doubted and ignored her wrong#(a song that really fits dottore)#'unrequited love and he who sleeps beneath' is also really good because the lovecraftian references are very *chef's kiss*#but also because it's a song that reminds me of azul#the singer gets her heart broken and is mentally weak enough for the old ones to invade her mind#if that isn't azulcore i do not know what is
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this is not in regards to any laws being introduced and i say this as a queer person who was a victim of csa - do you earnestly believe websites putting their foot down when it comes to child pornography and content fetishizing horrifying abuse like rape and incest will lead to "censorship" of innocent queer content? do you believe that with your entire chest? do you not see how you are inherently correlating fetishization of abuse with content of gay people existing? and mind you, i am not talking about content that merely explores these themes, but if you jump to try and include exploration of the effects of abuse in graphic detail with content pedophiles make to get off at the thought of a child being molested and then share so other pedophiles can do the same, what does that say about you? why do you feel the need to mock victims and make straw man arguments no adult actually makes about fiction, and then thusly you are targeting the poorly formed opinions of children who are clearly hurt and terrified to mock them for not fully understanding how to properly articulate what they wish to express? do you not see how none of this helps anyone. you are probably a victim yourself, i know, don't get me wrong. i am just trying to make a point. even if you don't understand, or look within yourself, it doesn't really matter to me. i'm gonna block you and move on because i have better things to do than try to genuinely convince a person with their ao3 username in bio about how they have malformed opinions over the internet lmao.
Because the people who are pushing this law to “protect children” are literally the same ones who are getting gay books banned from schools and getting teachers fired for talking about their home lives should they dare to be queer
Because back when FOSTA/SESTA was passed with almost identical hype about “protecting children”, the only thing that happened was porn bans and queer content being deleted or buried. Including images of two men/women holding hands
Because studies have been done for decades, and these kinds of laws have never, ever, made anyone even remotely more safe; all they do is make tagging a legal liability for companies, meaning you cannot meaningfully filter out fan content that might trigger you
Because putting the onus on internet providers or hosts does not catch, slow, or even hinder the people actually abusing children - it just means that anyone who wants a queer content creator removed can just spam report all their work as csa
Because I actually care about children, and have done the research rather than just believing every single cry I hear of “for the children” - the tagline of every racist and queerphobic piece of legislation since before anyone alive today was born
Because pointing out that “queer content is all pedophilia” is an argument these people will immediately use to destroy queer content is not corroborating that opinion; it’s basic pattern recognition, and pretending that it is anything else is a suppression tactic to stop people from calling out that bullshit
If you actually care about children and want them to be safe, stop knee jerk reacting and start actually thinking. The data’s all a Google away, the studies have been done, and anyone who was even remotely engaged when SESTA/FOSTA passed should have noticed just what that legislation actually did
We have seen these kinds of bills before. We saw what happened immediately after. Criminologists around the world have studied the results: children are not safer. And I care more about that than buzzwords and temper tantrums online
But go off about “poorly formed opinions” defending the exact same game plan that happened literally a decade ago like no one has ever heard of history. Makes you look real noble, totally disguises your judgemental hissy fit as Brave Justice Warrior
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[Transcription: Man I gotta know what you see in Kisaki 😭 Totally understand everyone’s different opinions but I genuinely cannot see anything good about this man until the final timeline. End transcription]
I don't know if I can properly articulate how I feel about Kisaki. This may end up as nothing more than word vomit, but I will try to get my feelings across-
I'm very much the kind of person who latches onto villains and antagonists in general, regardless of the media I consume. Perhaps it is because I have been treated as an 'other' or a 'villain' throughout my entire life, who knows. Nonetheless, Kisaki is no exception to this pattern.
The things he does are not good, but I am endlessly fascinated by his drive and conviction. The way he's dead set on his goal and would do anything to achieve it. Nothing is off the table. No exceptions. I think that part of him is quite interesting. I love antagonists who think this way.
Kisaki doesn't really love Hinata, it's an obsession that drives him. An infatuation and some imaginary goal that Kisaki has convinced himself will earn Hinata's love and attention. Maybe there was love in the beginning, maybe not. I think that's more up for personal interpretation, but I digress–
A part of me understands Kisaki. I cannot remember if this was stated to be canon or not but I seem to remember it being said that Kisaki's parents were neglectful? Which led to a rather isolated childhood (unfortunately extremely relatable...) He doesn't know much about true bonds with other people because he didn't have any of that growing up. And I both sympathize and empathize with someone like that.
His actions are harmful to an extreme degree. Honestly, I hated him at first. It wasn't until I read a short sub Kisaki scenario that I even dared to imagine liking him in any capacity. Though after I stopped yelling at the TV screen every time Kisaki showed up, I began to look at him closer. Examining his mindset and actions (probably projecting somewhat...) and slowly developed the love that I have for him now.
I don't know if any of this really answers your question as to why I like him. I feel vulnerable writing some of this. I get very emotional whenever I think about Kisaki in-depth. Though I am not currently trying to become the most powerful gang leader in Japan, I share some similarities with Kisaki in other ways, but I don't know if I feel comfortable talking about every one of those things.
Anyways. I will stop rambling now. My apologies if this is confusing or vague.
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Today's eastenders liveblogging:
GINA'S SO PRETTY TODAY.
Callum going after Lexi once she walks off 💗💝 he's as much as a dad to her as Jay is. Still can't believe he said that.
I love the Knights so much oh my GOD. I am so glad they came in, I was genuinely so scared at first but aaahhh!!! I'm so glad!!!
REISS GETTING SHARON A WILL KIT STOP IIIITTTT
Priya and Avani's dynamic. "Go get changed, they're my clothes I want to wear them. Just love your styling babes!" i love them so much
"Sperm donor's just told me I can have whatever I want at his house free, so" GIGGLING HAVDHVAHSVA
PRIYA. PRIYA. Honestly love you, girlboss, but damn Nish. How stupid are you. Wow. Not excited for this it's gunna be so gross. But girlboss.
NISH NISH HELP PRIYA OH MY GOD I LOVE YOU STOP IT HE LOOKS SO FUNNY loving your new outfit Nish you look SO sophisticated /j
GEORGE WHAT ARE YOUR TROUSERS. I'M CRYING WHAT ON EARTH.
Cindy I honestly don't care... ANNA WHY DID YOU GIVE HER SNUGGLY :(
For God's sake Suki just make friends with Priya. They'd be such a good duo (same as EITHER of them and Stacey. All be besties please)
I'm so glad Anna heard Cindy. She deserves so much better.
BEN!!! BILLY!!! WHAT ARE YOU ALL DOING!!!!! OH MY GOD!!!!!!!! Lexi, god I feel so bad for her. Poor girl. Callum, Honey, give her a hug. Give her 10 hugs. Have ice cream and a film night. Pushing Jay away is not going to help anything!!!!! I can't believe that oh my god!!!!! Has nobody learned from Ben last year!!!!!! God's sake.
Suki girl please don't be sad about Priya and Nish. I totally understand it, he's buying her things, just LETTING her cook and buy the kids doughnuts for breakfast, letting her take over. Like that'd hurt. It's all just a power play and that's so upsetting. But girl!!! Nish sucks!!!! This is your chance!!!!! I cannot articulate it properly, but, argh.
#ee#eastenders#eastenders liveblogging#liveblogging#txt#txt post#ben mitchell#jay brown#priya gulati#priya#suki panesar#nish panesar
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