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if i get misgendered again i think i’m fr going to start killing people
#it’s so Difficult#i’m tired of itttt 😭😭😭#i’m now comfortable in myself enough to like#not be Super bothered by it but#it’s still fucking annoying and invalidating
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#as an disabled Indigenous person working in conservation biology and collaborative intertribal stewardship#if you’re going to bitch and moan to me about how us being vegan doesn’t fit your political narrative about eevull vegunz fuck off my blog#motherfucker I’ll eat you#gringo go home your opinions are worthless as long as ur occupying our ancestral land fucker#nobody is pissier on the behalf of us than virtue signaling Becky from Idaho who thinks she’s a Celtic pagan when her ancestors were#colonizing Protestant pig farmers#How about you give us our fucking land back and stop invalidating us and treating us as props just to feel something in your bored pathetic#privileged life and then I’ll stop being annoying and I’ll shut up and you won’t have to feel guilty about the one thing that gets under#your skin more than everything else for SOME reason#I’m literally chill every single day of my life until I open this app and see the most chronically online losers larping as social activists#why aren’t you more bothered by us calling y’all out for the 2749374 other horrible things settlers are complicit in huh no it’s only#because the risk of feeling like an animal abuser is far worse than contributing to genocide appropriating culture and looking the other way#when your institutions abuse us. think about that why don’t you#ven talks#vent#memes#just for the horse meme I like to keep track. okay bye I’m still on hiatus
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every day i come on here and witness constant anti vegan shit and constant biphobic shit and i’m tired
#i s2g this site is worse than it was when i first joined in 2013#guess i gotta stop saying i’m gay im really just a straight person that’s always gonna be in a#straight relationship bc you can’t be queer and date someone of the opposite sex right ? ?#i’ve struggled with my sexuality since i was in like 6th grade and i’m still even out to most of my#family and then come on here and feel completely invalidated all over at 28#it’s so annoying#shut the fuck up taylor
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suna rintaro • christmas eve princess
“c’mon, baby. don’t be like that.”
you huffed back at your boyfriend, your arms crossed over your chest as you childishly pouted. you walked ahead of him, continuing your journey to the passenger seat of his luxury car.
“hey, sweetheart, stop.” he chuckled as you continued to ignore him.
the silent treatment that you played didn’t let up as you neared his car in the store’s packed parking lot, much to his dismay. he stayed behind you, his large hands filled with your family’s christmas gifts you both had just purchased last minute.
it started out small, this argument did.
suna, ever the lazy man he is, pushed aside gift buying for weeks as your schedule filled once finals season approached, resulting in your shopping to begin the night before christmas. to say that you were irritated would be an understatement when you found that there were no gifts to wrap.
you wanted to kill rintaro, and even contemplated makibg sleep on the couch for a week— but it was christmas eve and even though he was annoying, you still wanted nothing more than to be near him during this holiday season.
angry or not.
as you approached your passenger door, you turned around briefly to take one look at him.
his hair was collecting snowflakes, the jet black locks speckled with white fuzz beautifully. his strong arms were carrying two heavy bags and one large electronic box for your younger sibling, and although he looked as if the items were nothing compared to him, you could tell that he was struggling slightly to carry them all in this cold, and his long fingers were most likely numb from the cold.
“wait, just a second. you know that you’re not allowed to open your own door; that’s my job.” suna corrected as your glove clad hand reached the car door handle.
you rolled your eyes, but felt your heart warm a few temperatures at his manners.
“let me just set these in the trunk and i’ll get you in that nice and toasty car, ‘kay? don’t want my princess getting too cold.” he explained as he popen the trunk, and carefully set the gifts in there.
you waited patiently, frustrated at him, but nevertheless ignored him still.
he tucked his frozen hands in his pockets breifly as he walked around the your side of the car, sending a flirty wink your way as he watched your eyes follow his moves briefly before looking off in the distance.
“i saw that, pretty girl.” he chuckled under his breath as he reached you.
the close proximity of him suddenly, caused a warm feeling to envelop your cold body. his scent filled your lungs as you breathed in the harsh air, your eyes nearly rolling back at the smell.
he was intoxicating.
his bare hand covered yours to gain your attention, wanting nothing more than to see your eyes on him once more— those pretty eyes that he adored.
when you didn’t budge, he let out an airy laugh at your behavior,
“sweetie, c’mon. look at me…” his voice was nearly teasing, catlike in every way as he spoke.
“what?” you harshly huffed out.
“ah, there she is. there’s your pretty voice that i missed so much.” he gently cooed at you. you found it condescending.
“what do you want, rintaro? i’m cold.” you were icy cold when you asked him, your voice cruel.
he ignored your attitude, tucking a loose strand behind your ear before caging you against the car door.
“rintaro! what is wrong with you? i’m freezing and i have to go home and wrap presents because you,” you shoved your finger against his coat covered chest. “didn’t tell me that we didn’t have any until last minute! now, i’m going to be exhausted all fucking day tomorrow because i’ll go to bed late”.
he smirked as you shouted quietly at him, careful not to make a scene.
he didn’t want to invalidate you in anyway, because he knew very well that he fucked up this year, but something about how adorable you looked in your puffy coat he bought you had his heart bursting. you looked so damn cute, exclaiming about your worries while you dressed warmly. your cheeks were flushed from the harsh cold, your nose beginning to run as well.
you had his whole heart and you didn’t even realize it.
you noticed the smug look on his face, immediately resulting in a punch to his shoulder.
he hissed in pain lowly, his broad body flinching back slightly before the hand covering yours nursed the now sore muscle.
“ouch, baby. that was awfully mean of you, don’t you think?”
you huffed in annoyance before turning around and opening the door yourself. but, just as you opened it, your boyfriend was quick to shut it with his knee.
“hey! what is your-“
he face leaned closer to yours, his cold nose touching your own freezing one. his dark eyes bored into yours and his lips brushed against yours gently.
“you know only i open this door for you, no one else. not even you.” he whispered darkly, his voice raspy.
you nodded slowly, allowing him to reach next to you and open the door back open for you, his eyes never leaving yours. he backed up enough for the door to fully open.
“go in.”
you obeyed reluctantly. you slid into the luxurious car, the soft heated cushions welcoming you happily with comforting warmth. you let out a satisfied sigh at the feeling, before turning your attention back to your doting boyfriend. he leaned in towards you slowly, your breath hitched as his torso entered the warm car. his face became nothing but a few inches away from yours, giving you the impression that he was going to give you a forgiving kiss. but instead, he reached a few inches behind him, and pulled the seatbelt around your lap before buckling it.
“gotta keep my little princess safe, don’t i? these roads are icy, brat.”
you nodded along, at loss for words.
“suna?” you called out after a few moments of thought as he was exiting the vehicle.
he stopped momentarily, crouching over slightly to hear and look at you as you spoke.
“kiss me.” you whispered.
he smiled wide, and if his cheeks weren’t frostkissed you could’ve seen the blush that creeped upon him at your words.
“of course.”
#suna 🌷#suna rintaro x reader fluff#suna rintaro#suna rintaro fluff#suna rintaro x reader#suna x reader#suna rintarō#haikyuu fluff#suna fluff#haikyuu x reader#haikyuu x chubby reader#haikyuu x reader fluf
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“Yeah.”
Eddie Munson x reader
summary: eddie calls reader a b*tch
warnings: language, angst, tears.
a/n: i know these past fics have been short, i’m sorry, but i’m still trying my hand at getting back into this! they’ll get longer, i promise! feedback is appreciate!! :)
Eddie was not in a good mood. You knew this the moment you saw him through the window of his van when he came to pick you up for school. He ranted all morning about how he needed money for new tires, money he didn’t have. Work was cutting him hours and he couldn’t afford it. He was tired of not having money, tired of not getting what he wanted. He was having a damn bad day.
And of course, you listened graciously, but after four hours of watching him sulk in class and be a dick to his friends, it was starting to take it’s toll. He was pouting and you understood why. He came from a poor family and he wouldn’t let you help out financially in anyway whatsoever, no matter how hard you begged. You didn’t want to seem rude and make his bad day seem unappreciated or invalid, but he was treating his friends, and you, poorly to a degree. Not so much you.
Lunch was almost unbearable. Everyone walked on eggshells. Eddie was one of the most dramatic people on the face of the earth and everyone had to suffer for it. Hours past and he’d taken you home from school. Your plan was to go over to his house for a movie night, hoping that a few hours apart would help him settle down and cool off. It done no good. He was absolutely enraged when you got there. The hood of his van was up, smoke flying overhead and his dark curls pulled up away from his face. You didn’t even really know what was wrong with it. It didn’t make sense when he told you. Cars were his detail.
Dinner was no change. You sat and listened to him complain about how none of the guy’s were apparently taking the new campaign seriously. He had a hole in his last pair of good jeans. You felt guilty being annoyed by this, but he hadn’t once asked you how your day was or even kissed you! You were going to loose your mind. Without thinking, you snapped.
“Oh, my god!” You wailed, throwing your silverware down. “Jesus, christ, Eddie, take a breath!”
His eyes were round and wide. “Pardon me?”
You took a breath yourself, forcing yourself to not snap and say something you’d regret. You placed your elbows on the table and rubbed your face. “Baby, I’m sorry you’re having such a bad day, but holy shit you’ve not stopped talking for one second!” You really did have a pounding headache. “You’ve been talking about money all day! Can’t we just have a change of topic, please.”
He looked taken back. Shocked. “Oh, I see. It’s all gotta be bout you, right? Fucking forgive me for having a bad day!” He threw down his fist, clinking the dinnerware together.
“That’s not what I’m saying, Eddie.” You sighed tiredly. “I’m saying that you’ve not acknowledged me at all today. You’ve not kissed me or asked how my day was. I’m sorry you’re stressed out about money, but you’ve been taking it out one everyone, Eddie. You need to calm down.”
His eyes narrowed into slits. “Calm down? Well, last time I checked you were living in a grand castle on daddy’s money, right? You have no idea the kind of shit Wayne and I have to got through to make ends meet, y/n.” He stood abruptly and yanked open the fridge for a beer.
“Hey,” You raised your voice. “I’m not trying to belittle you, Eddie. All I’m saying is that you don’t need to take your frustration out on everyone, out on me. I’m sorry I snapped at you, okay-”
“You’re unbelievable, you know that?” He took a long swig after he threw the tab in the sink. “You’re my girlfriend! You’re supposed to be supportive and shit. Only thing you’re being is a bitch.” He sneered like a snake, pointing at you like you were his worst enemy.
Your face dropped at the curse, and as stupid as it felt, your heart sank. Eddie had never said anything like that to you before. Your face burned red and the room got eerily quiet. You felt your eyes immediately blur with tears of embarrassment and humiliation. You had tried to help him, offer solutions. You tried to lend a hand, offer him money and look for jobs in the newspaper at lunch. He acknowledged none of this.
You bit your lip to keep from crying, a lump building in your throat that made you feel sick. You had your head turned to the wall so he wouldn’t see you, but you couldn’t keep it in. You let out a quiet sob, tears falling down your face as you looked down. Your face was red hot, and you brought up your hand to your chest. “I’m sorry, Eddie,” You cried. “I’ve been t-trying to help, I-” Your voice broke and you couldn’t speak as tears escaped, your face twisting into tears. You sat there and cried for a few minutes before you felt the seat dip next to you.
“Hey,” His voice cooed softly, turning your shoulder to pull you toward him. You allowed him to, and you looked eyes briefly before climbing into his lap, wrapping your legs around his torso, your feet dangling off the bench. Your arms were tight around his neck, your face buried in his shirt where you sniffled. He smelled of cologne and dirt.
“I’m sorry.” He apologized, voice low and sad. “I shouldn’t have said that. I’m sorry, sweetheart.” He rubbed your back up and down, kissing the side of your head when you let out a whimper.
“I’m sorry you had a bad day.” You said tearfully, holding him like a teddy bear. “I wish you didn’t have to worry about money.”
You felt him sigh heavily. “It’s okay. I got the most important thing in the world right here with me.” He pulled you away so he could look up at you. His eyes were brown and full, his lips pulled into a frown at your tear stricken face. He took his thumbs and wiped them. “I’m sorry I called you that. You know I didn’t mean it, right? You know I didn’t.”
You nodded slowly, wiping your nose with your hand. “Yeah.” You creaked.
He tapped your chin. “Yeah.” Then your nose and to wipe away another tear. He leaned up to plant a tiny kiss on your lips, then one on the corner of your mouth. You leaned down to kiss back, deepening it with your tongue and a hand locking in his curls. Your noses pressed together like puzzle pieces. Perfectly fit.
#eddie munson#stranger things#stranger things season four#eddie munson x reader#joseph quinn#eddie munson imagines#eddie munson fluff#eddie munson one shot#eddie munson headcanons#eddie munson blurb
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helloo requesting a Roman Roy x reader where Roman makes her feel really shitty and insecure but she really loves him and stays in their toxic relationship, argument and he invalidates her , if you want please thank you 🖤
even if it hurts me
roman roy x reader
synopsis: roman roy didn’t know just how lucky he really is
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“mhm, and that hot piece of ass should be walking in here any minute.” roman looked down at his watch, bored with the so-called ‘family meeting’ that kendall had organized to conspire against logan. roman didn’t care much for kendall’s rants and antics, he was only there so he wouldn’t be left out.
shiv scoffed, looking down at the floor as she crossed her arms. “i thought that having a girlfriend would make you respect women.” she liked the influence you had on roman, but he was always resisting it any chance he could.
roman saw your reflection in the glass as you approached the glass office. he stood up, stretching a leg out dramatically as you opened the door. “oh it did. just not this one.” he grabbed you, pulling you tight into his side. you didn’t have enough time to even react, but you managed to squirm free.
“can you not-“ you turned a shade of red, catching both shiv and kendall’s eyes before shifting them to the carpet out of embarrassment. you distanced yourself slight from roman before smiling at the siblings. roman rolled his eyes and began to practically push you out the door, “stop kissing their asses, focus on mine, hmm?” he clapped a hand on your hip, squeezing the skin tightly.
you winced slightly, allowing him to shove you out the door until he was pulling you with him towards the elevators.
you stayed silent as he pressed the elevator button. roman’s impatience got the best of him as he slammed the button again.
and again.
and again.
and again.
you sighed, hoping that the final time he slammed it would be the last. but just as his hand lifted up towards the button, you found yourself shouting stop at the top of your lungs.
he froze, eyes widening as he turned to look at you. you were speechless, mainly in shock at your own behavior but anger washed over you as he maintained eye contact, hand slamming the button once more.
“you son of a bitch.” you gritted. annoyed at roman, you didn’t hesitate to push him out of the way as the elevator doors opened. roman faked an ‘ow!’ and followed in after you. you were angry, he could tell. perhaps it was the way it had gone with his siblings, he noticed that had become a pattern.
“do i not fuck you good enough?” roman broke the silence on the ride down, head tilting down at you in a condescending manner. his tone shifted, and he smirked slightly, “not good enough that you still think that you can tell me what to do?” he stared into your eyes, waiting for an answer.
you flinched slightly under his gaze, but remained steady, “no you don’t. not with your tiny cock, any fucking feels like a pinch.”
roman’s laughter burst into the tiny space and you forced yourself to stare ahead as he finished out his mocking laughter.
“oh my god. that one,” he slapped his knee, still laughing hysterically, “was good! if you hadn’t been begging to be fucked just,” he looked down at his watch, “some odd five hours ago?”
you stared at roman, challenging his eye once more. you grabbed his hand, tightly twisting it in yours, “hit me.” roman’s expression twisted into shock, “hit me! fucking hit me! be a coward like your father, and hit me!” you screamed, feeling the anger bubble over.
roman pulled his hand out of yours and stepped back into the elevator wall. “are you insane?! no!”
you rolled your eyes, “why not? hmm? you have the balls to embarrass me, humiliate me, and condescend me any chance you get. why cant you be a fucking man and hit me?” the intensity in your voice rose and roman looked bewildered.
“can you shut the fuck up for two seconds?! im not going to hit you-“ roman tightened his grip on the bars attached to the wall. the elevator rides were never usually this long. he needed out- he needed to-
you broke free just as the elevator doors opened onto the waystar building lobby. you didn’t bother to look back at roman, still gripping the handlebars in the elevator, as you walked out.
roman blinked, until he let go and rushed after you. there was a chance you’d leave him behind, stranding him like last time.
you could hear the stomping of his feet as he chased after you. his voice was shouting your name, echoing into the parking garage. you picked up speed, hoping you’d be able to outrun him. you reached the suv’s doors and tapped the driver, “step on it, hmm?” you leaned back into the seat just as the driver started the engine. there was a pause, and he pointed to roman, who was waving his hands frantically to stop the driver.
you rolled your eyes, sighing as the driver spoke, “what about mr. roy?” the hesitation was enough time for roman to make it to the car. his hand grabbed the passenger door. you scoffed as he swung himself in, giving you a glare before barking instructions to the driver.
he turned to look at you, sweaty and angry, but he didn’t dare to say anything else.
kendall watched as the headline dragged itself pathetically across the screen. another incident involving roman, you and the police had occurred, and this time the media had caught it.
kendall had left message after message on roman’s cell. but neither him or anyone at waystar had heard from him. siobhan tried your cell, but you weren’t answering either.
tom and greg walked into roman’s office, following a message from shiv to come. “that is-“ he pointed slightly to the tv, swallowing thickly as a camera panned out a shot on the waystar royco building, “horrible.” greg finished for him, moving to sit on the only chair that roman refuses to let anyone sit in.
even you.
he relaxed into it, “do we know if it’s even true? you really think they’d send each other to the hospital?” he looked at tom, who shrugged and looked down at shiv, “you think your brother is a woman beater?”
siobhan couldn’t help but scoff, turning to look up at tom, “are you serious?” tom sputtered, as if he couldn’t find the words to defend himself.
kendall sighed, “they’re not hospitalized. roman isn’t that stupid and she-“ he paused, “it just doesn’t make sense. maybe they’re just staying in today.”
shiv stifled a laugh, “i’m sorry but who are we kidding.” she stood up, “rome is our brother, but he’s a shitty fucking boyfriend. i wouldn’t blame y/n if she decided to finally cash out with roman’s dead body.”
“that was a really horrible thing to say, shiv.” shiv turned to head towards tom, who continued, “but it could be true.”
greg sighed, as if he seemed to have found a solution for this entire situation. he stood up, watching as they all stopped to stare at him. he whipped his phone out and immediately began to dial. there was a smirk on his face that only tom was encouraging.
“hey y/n!” greg knew he would’ve been able to get you on the phone, you were both the outsiders in the roy family’s game, after all.
“ew what the fuck. why is greg the egg calling you?” roman sounded far away, but he was the only one of the phone. there was a bit of back and forth before greg cleared his throat, “may i talk to y/n?”
“why? so you can fuck her?” roman deadpanned across the line and greg immediately blushed a deep red, scoffing in response, “no! no! we- i, am just concerned because neither of you are at the office.”
“we?” there was a bit of muffled talk, before greg heard the phone being passed off, “we saw it. don’t worry about any of it, we’ve talked to logan.”
it was you.
you sounded shaky, but stern. greg didn’t get to say anything before you hung up, leaving no room for more questions.
you threw your phone onto the bed and sighed, sitting down on it.
roman had opted to sit crisscrossed on the carpet. hunched over, a thoughtful look on his face. “are we going to talk about it?” his hands untucked themselves from under his chin, fingers toying with the fibers of the carpet.
you sat with your legs outstretched in front of you, arms crossed on a lounge chair. “are you going to hit me?”
roman blew a breath out, “can you stop with that? im sick of you saying that-“
“no because that’s what you need to do, roman. you need to just smack me or even punch me-“
“why?!” roman’s voice bounced off the walls, squeaky and almost boyish.
“because maybe then i’d finally stop loving you!” the words came out like vomit. just flooded the space between you until you felt it kill all the oxygen in the room. you clawed slightly at the lounge chair as you watched his shoulders tighten.
roman didn’t say anything as he looked up, “what?” there was a genuine surprise in his voice, a shock to your confession.
you bit your lip slightly, sighing deeply before speaking, “i have spent the last five years of my life loving you. it has been a torture, humiliating and degrading. yet-“ you felt your voice crack with emotion, “i find myself loving you more and more with each waking moment. i cannot breathe without you by my side, like all the air dies the minute you walk out the door. i want to love you roman, even if it hurts me. even if i’ll be nothing but a ‘piece of ass’ to you.” you felt a tear slide down your cheek, sniffling slightly.
roman, who had been staring at the carpet leading up to this moment, looked up. “i’m sorry.”
words spoken rarely, but you could feel the warmth behind it.
“and i’m not gonna fucking hit you.” not like he would, he wanted to add, but decided it would best to leave the father-son comparison out for this.
roman stood up, moving to sit down next to you. you felt his hands snake themselves around your waist, fingertips grabbing tightly onto your skin, “i love you, even if it hurts you.” he kissed your temple and for a moment, you had found peace at roman roy’s side.
#roman roy x you#roman roy fluff#roman roy smut#roman roy succession#roman roy angst#roman roy x reader#roman roy#succession x reader#succession fanfic#succession hbo#succession
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guys I’m probably gonna stop with the whole youtube thing or take an extended hiatus after they blew away my average monthly revenue by 75% and hit me with this bullshit in my inbox:
I think this all started when I read about youtube supposedly overpowering people’s CPU’s if they use an adblocker (which by the way they are very adamant jerks about ads makes perfect sense), so I thought sure I’ll turn it off when I stream so I don’t lose stream connection (which kept happening when I had adblocker on). I (like any youtube creator I think does or should do?) will view back through my streams afterwards for quality control and putting together timestamps and just left ads alone cause my computer has been getting fucked with more often (if anyone else has noticed their CPU’s frying themselves lately cause of the supposed youtube being aggro with RAM please let me know)
anyways of course I can’t get a message from a real Youtube worker about any of this, but apparently whatever I did was enough for them to cut my revenue down 75% and not running ads on my videos anymore (which yea I get it they are annoying but it’s what gives me a cut of something) leaving me little motivation to keep up like I usually do. in a copy pasted bot message they said the ‘invalid traffic ban’ has a minimum of 7 days but never said the maximum... it’s been a month so far so idk, but that’s quite some punishment.
unless I get a surge of patreon supporters over the next couple months to make the time to do all this stuff worthwhile I’m gonna just focus on getting a better job than my retail slave one which I’ve been meaning to do anyways. of course I’d rather be streaming and making vidmixes 24/7 like I was doing during the COVID shutdown but just not in the cards right now.
this is all still weird to me though because all my videos that allow me to are still set to monetized, have nothing in my inbox warning me about copyrights, and thought everything I was doing was in good standing, only things I’ve done abnormal is click OFF my adblocker and reported a channel that kept trying to monetize the PS1 sample on all my PS1 plays... now this happened..... and even though I’m not a huge channel relatively speaking it pains me to see channels that just upload VGM with the same trendy fucking tags get the surplus views which guess none of that counts as invalid traffic and I get the same average views and get fucked with suddenly.
so yea, basically FUCK YOUTUBE
#text#youtube#invalid traffic#adsense#straight up bullshit#youtube deep throating the advertisers' boot#i also read something about how youtube hates it when you have paypayls / patreons linked on your videos and I'm like wtf what's yr damage#long post
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The Dilemma
Sukuna x Reader
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That feeling you get when you try your hardest to reach out but your efforts go in vain. That feeling you get that rises up from the bottom of your stomach….. traveling up your chest… then to your heart where it festers…. The pain is so unbearable but for some reason you find comfort in it…. It gives you reassurance that you still have some fight in you… still have hope that you can keep the remnants of your relationship from deteriorating. You started off strong at first, you truly did, but now it just feels like you’re in the middle of ocean trying to keep afloat on a wooden plank. You felt useless and overwhelmed.
Looking down at your phone you see that all 6 of your messages were read by Sukuna earlier this morning. Your last message being a ‘Good Morning ❤️’ accompanied by a ‘Read 7:34am’. You knew this was bound to happen sooner or later. You should’ve known this was coming and prevented it but you kept opening your mouth and kept fucking things up. Chuckling to yourself as you put your phone down and continued to paint on your canvas but that feeling again was starting to creep up to your chest, and before you knew it, your eyes began to water while you struggle to keep your hand straight. Who knew drawing a line could be so hard? You try to focus on the painting but your mind keeps going back to the last conversation you guys had 2 days ago.
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“I just think it’s weird how she’s always calling you….. like I understand you guys are friends but really baby? It’s literally 12am… I think that’s a bit much…” you peeped at the clock on the nightstand and noted the time was actually ‘12:40am’. Your voice that once held passion and certainty came out timid, scared that if you said something wrong it would upset him, but even then your efforts go in vain as you see your lover roll his eyes at you and sigh heavily as he began to rub his face with hands exasperatedly.
It’s that feeling again. You feel it bubbling in your stomach as you instantly regret what you just said but it was already too late the moment he opened his mouth and began to invalidate how you feel like usual. It was always the usual to you so much to the point where you started to second guess your own feelings. Your gaze that was on the floor flickered back up to him catching a quick glance at his eyes but the moment you seen the annoyance that flooded his eyes you quickly look away not being able to handle the way it made that feeling in your stomach skyrocket to your chest. “Are you really starting this bullshit again? Really Y/N?”
His questioning lingered in the air for a few seconds until he felt even more annoyed by your silence. “Well you brought it up right? Why you not saying anything? Look at me when I’m talking to you like a normal fucking adult!” The tone of his voice made you snap your eyes up, holding back tears but the stinging feeling it was causing in your eyes wasn’t helping. “Why are you crying? Why-“, stopping mid sentence he pinched the bridge of his nose with his fingers and sighed, “Listen. I’m not going to explain this again. Mei is just a friend. I don’t see you making this a big deal when Yuji or one of the bros call me around this time. Mei is a bro. A. Friend.”
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That’s right. Just a friend. Okay maybe you are toxic….. you make a mental note to not bring that up again but you’re starting to feel it. Starting to feel tired of everything. The no text backs unless he feels like it, how he’s so quiet on the phone and you’re always carrying the conversation, the ‘parallel play’ that you’ve become accustomed to and the fact you didn’t even know it was a thing until you were on Reddit asking strangers were you wrong for wanting to spend time with your boyfriend alone instead of always sharing him with his bros. You will always remember that day but only because of how much his words shattered you.
🝮🝮🝮🝮
“Bro what the fuck! Kill him!” Sukuna was yelling at his monitor fully engaged in the game with his headset on both ears but the volume was still loud that you can hear the giggles of his friends through them. It was the typical people in the PlayStation party; Satoru, Yuji, Suguru, and Utahime. You peeked at him but returned your attention back to your kdrama you were watching on your phone (had to get romance from somewhere right?). You couldn’t help but to start to feel annoyed and a bit angry at the fact that you were supposed to be over his house to spend time with him since he was off from work today. You usually wouldn’t mind this but lately that’s all you guys have been doing and it’s starting to bother you. Come over his house, sit on his bed while he plays the game then fuck.. How Romantic.
Before you went home you spoke about how you felt and how it feels like you were getting the bare minimum since you were the main one who would suggest hanging out or making plans, the main one calling first, the main one trying to make conversation because if you don’t speak he’s more than likely not going to start a conversation…. It’s like you’re just here. You were nervous and felt like you just committed blasphemy for even letting that slip out your lips and apparently he thought the same to because he gave you a look as if you just stabbed him in the chest and you can’t really remember all the things he said but what will forever stick to you was when he said,
“why are you measuring my love with ‘effort’? If you love me and I do give you the bare minimum that should be enough.”
🝮🝮🝮🝮
You didn’t even noticed you stopped painting until you started to sniff realizing that you were crying. You put down your paintbrush and wiped your tears and nose as you picked up your phone to see no notifications from Sukuna as expected but you couldn’t help but to feel a little hope that he would text you. It’s been 2 days since you’ve heard from him and you’re trying really hard not to come off as clingy so you’ve been sticking to texting him and not holding it against him because like he always says he’s a bad texter.
You go on instagram to see that he posted yet another story and you can’t help but to start another turmoil within yourself…..
‘Am I truly asking for too much?’
‘Am I too invested?’
‘Is it too much to ask for a clingy, emotional available boyfriend?’
You sighed as took a picture of the almost finished portrait of Sukuna and posted it on your instagram story before sending it him with a text that follows ‘Almost done! 😊’. You were about to put your phone down until you felt a vibration causing you to look back down at the screen to see him reply ‘❤️’. Suddenly you felt lighter and that nagging feeling went away causing you to feel nothing but relief.
See, he still loves me.
#sukuna x reader#sukuna angst#angst#fanfic#jujustsu kaisen x reader#jjk angst#jjk sukuna#sukuna#oneshot#toxic relationship#toxic love#yuji itadori#gojo satoru
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< aespa dealing with jealousy 𓏲࣪ ɞ˚
# genre ; fluff
# tags ; jealous!reader, jealous!aeri, jealous!ning, jimin and minjeong being disgustingly sweet, aeri being silly, a little toxic ning kinda
< yoo jimin ๋࣭ # through being cheesy (jealous!reader)
from the moment you started calling her, ‘karina’, she knew she messed up somehow. and when you replied either a few hours late or extremely dry, jimin was fucked.
from the moment you started calling her, ‘karina’, she knew she messed up somehow. and when you replied either a few hours late or extremely dry, jimin was fucked.
she would do anything to stop you from being upset at her and would try to immediately find the cause. was it a bad day? something someone said to you? whatever it was, jimin would try to ask everyone you knew to figure out why you were mad.
and after she finds out you were jealous of jimin and aeri’s close relationship, your girlfriend makes sure that you are aware of how much she adores you.
“i love you y/nnie. doesn’t my y/n know how much i love her?” would constantly refer to you in third person to act cute.
“jimin, please shut up.”
it still makes you embarrassed everytime she calls you ‘my y/nnie’, something about the nickname is so cheesy and so jimin-like.
“aw, is my y/nnie embarrassed?”
extremely annoying in a good way and she really does make you feel like you’re the only one for her. on days that you feel extra insecure in your relationship, jimin does her best to reassure you and make you feel loved.
but after you’re feeling better, she will make fun of you.
“i can’t believe you were jealous of me and aeri, she is definitely not my type.”
“shut up.”
< uchinaga aeri ๋࣭ # acts petty (jealous!aeri)
she gets upset on day when you mention that you hung out with jeno from nct, someone that you met in the sm hallways while going to her practice room.
“what were you doing with him?”
“oh, we went to an arcade, and he got me this teddy bear, isn’t it cute?”
she would definitely glare at the teddy bear on your bed and whenever you two would cuddle, she will throw the bear onto the ground.
“what are you doing?”
“just making space!”
“but jeno gave that to me…”
“i’ll get you a more expensive and cuter one.”
acts like she doesn’t care but will make snarky remarks about any person that comes into a five foot radius of you. hates it when you two go out together and people come up to you, asking for your number while she’s there.
can be really mean when she’s jealous and might ignore you too but always ends up caving in the end because she misses you 🤭
“are you done sulking?”
“i hate you.”
always makes sure that her hands are on you and when she sees someone approaching, aeri will fasten her pace, trying to drag you away. she tries to act nonchalant about it but you secretly like it when she’s jealous.
< kim minjeong ๋࣭ # acts cute (jealous!reader)
it really depends on her mood, whether she feels like teasing you or embarrassing you.
you had drunkenly admitted to her that you were upset when you saw a youtube video about minjeong’s close relationship with karina and your girlfriend decided to never shut up about it. but when you’re actually sad, minjeong will bring out her puppy eyes.
“i’m seriously mad, minjeong.”
“your face is so funny.”
“if you keep on making fun of me, I’m going to sleep in the guest room tonight.”
sure, maybe you were overreacting, but minjeong would never invalidate your feelings on purpose. so, she goes out to buy your favourite food, flowers and everything. once you come out of the guest room, you’re greeted with the sight of a bouquet of flowers and a appetising breakfast, along with a handwritten note by minjeong taped to the takeout box.
‘please don’t be mad anymore! i love you so much y/nnie :< ! you’re the only one for me !’
and even though you’re not jealous anymore, minjeong keeps on acting cute and talking to you in that baby voice of hers.
“y/nnie, minjeongie is sorry!”
the voice is cringey but you can’t help but coo over your cute girlfriend, forgetting what you were even upset about earlier.
< ning yizhou # a brat fr 🫣 (jealous!ning)
if you thought aeri was mean, yi zhou is the biggest brat on earth, and when she’s jealous, you two banter so much that jimin had to put both of you in time out corners.
“he was flirting with you!”
“so people can’t be nice anymore?”
“not when he has his hands all over you!”
so stubborn and would never back down from her claims, even though they might be unreasonable at times. but yi zhou would never admit that to you.
sometimes the fights get out of hand and you two need a cool-down period, but usually, you need to be the one to concede.
except on days when you can’t tolerate her attitude anymore and you simply leave the apartment. yizhou will want to stay at home and be smug when you come back but she misses her girlfriend.
might actually cry when you come back and announce you’re sleeping on the couch, she’s just an emotional baby that can’t help but feel insecure 😞
#aespa x reader#ningning x reader#ning yizhou x reader#uchinaga aeri x reader#giselle x reader#karina x reader#yoo jimin x reader#kim minjeong x reader#winter x reader
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Convos with Rin pt 3
Rin x GN! Reader
Warnings: ED discussion, reader is recovering from anorexia specifically, mentions of bulimia, getting over fear foods specifically, mentions of calories and food, Rin's also kinda insensitive but he's trying his best. Can be read as platonic.
(This is more of my experience with EDs, so if your experience doesn't align it doesn't mean you're invalid!) Part 1 here, Part 2 here
You stare absentmindedly out the window of the homely cafe, people watching as you always do, a faint smile pulling at your lips as you watch a woman hesitantly move to hold the hand of the woman next to her.
It must be a first date, you think as you watch the woman next to her smile and intertwine her fingers with her.
It must be nice, dating and all that, and you can’t help but wonder what it would be like for you to be in a relationship.
Would they be the type to hold your hand so hesitantly? Or would they be so confident about it until you noticed their sweating hands? Would your hands be sweaty too?
“Here.”
A familiar voice sounds out, snapping you out of your mini daydream and turning your focus to the teal eyed boy sitting in the booth in front of you. Your eyes flicker down to the plate he slides towards you, faintly wrinkling your nose at the sight of the double fudge brownie in front of you.
It’s not that you hate chocolate, you love it in fact…
It’s just.
The calories.
“Oh? Is this for me?” You ask teasingly, doing your best to push that intrusive thought out of your head, and waggling your eyebrows at Rin who looks less than impressed.
“Shut the fuck up and eat the damn brownie.” He coldly responds, making you laugh despite your apprehension.
Because of course Rin would act like an asshole even when he was being a total sweetheart.
Still, it’s not amusing enough to pull your thoughts out from the spiral your mind seems to want to pull you down as you stare at the sweet treat in front of you.
“...can I refuse?”
“No.”
“Can I bargain?”
He says nothing, but furrows his brows at you, which you take as a sign to keep on talking.
“How about I eat half and then you eat the other half?” You suggest, trying to ignore the queasy feeling building up in you.
“(Name).” He says, his voice slightly stern, and it’s enough to get you to shut your mouth with a dejected sigh.
It was hard to deny him with how strongly he felt about it despite it seeming like he couldn’t care at all, and you did promise.
“...you can’t blame me for trying.” You grumble out.
“I can and I will.” He responds, but you can tell he looks slightly relieved by the way his eyebrows relax.
Alright, you can do this.
You think to yourself before picking up the fork and delicately cutting into the brownie, making sure to get a sizable piece.
You hesitate slightly as you stare at it, but feeling Rin’s gaze on you, you manage to find the strength to push the fork past your lips and into your mouth.
And it tastes fucking delicious, the rich decadent chocolate coating your mouth as you chew, but even still you find yourself having to restrain yourself from spitting it out into the napkin next to you.
“It’s really fucking annoying how good this tastes.” You say after you swallow, subconsciously licking your lips to catch any remaining crumbs.
“That doesn’t even make any sense.” He says blandly.
“To you it doesn’t because you’re mostly mentally stable.”
“What do you mean “mostly”?
“...” You blink up at him, trying to decide whether you should open the can of worms that are Rin's issues before opening your mouth again. “No comment.”
He furrows his brows at that before scoffing and looking away, feeling no urgency in pressing you on the matter as he watches you painstakingly eat.
“...can I go to the bathroom?” You ask after you finish, only using your napkin to clean the crumbs of your face much to both your delight and horror.
“Why? So you can shove your fingers down your throat in an attempt to throw up?” Rin asks, and you have to stop yourself from snorting out loud from his callous remark.
“Oh my gods, you know me so well!” You say sarcastically, batting your eyelashes at him before rolling your eyes. “...no I won’t do that, it’s anorexia not bulimia anyway.”
He seems reluctant, but he believes you. “...fine then, go ahead.”
“Thank you your majesty, for offering this poor peasant just a lick of generosity, your kindness will forever be treasured–”
“Just go.”
“Pfft– fine whatever you say.” You say with a snicker, finding his reactions amusing before your smile drops and you shift awkwardly in your seat. “Hey but umm…”
“Hm?” Rin raises a brow.
You don’t really like being cheesy, but you feel like you owe it to him, for helping you on your road to recovery.
“...Thank you, you know, for everything.” You manage to say, fiddling with your thumbs.
“...” He looks at you before glancing away, a hint of red on his cheeks. “… yeah, whatever.”
That’s so him. You think amusedly, before pulling yourself out of the booth.
“I’ll be back, promise!” You say with a smile, before laughing under your breath at his muttered “you better.”
You don’t bother responding though, you don’t need to, after all you always keep your promises to Rin.
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I'm very glad to see that your new therapist is working out well for you so far! It makes me think that I probably should find a good one myself, however I don't really know how to go about that. Not locating one, I mean getting into the issues I need to deal with, especially if I don't really know where to begin beyond "I'm emotionally and mentally fucked up and would like to not be". As someone who's seen multiple therapists, even if the others didn't really click for you, do you have any advice about that?
To be honest, not really. It's the same annoying thing as what people say about dating - you just have to keep trying with new ones until you find one that clicks. But not knowing where to begin is a starting point, and that's still progress if you can find a therapist that seems to be helping with trying to start figuring out what the problem is. My first therapist was the best match I could find at the time, with my problem of "I don't know why I'm like this", and she helped me start unwrapping what I even mean by that.
After she helped me through getting diagnosed with ADHD, and the problems caused by being undiagnosed and unmedicated were resolved, I started to feel like she can't help with the ones that remained. I once told her that being in therapy felt like that joke of a man who goes to a therapist on all fours because he thinks he's a dog, and comes out walking upright - he still thinks he's a dog, but the therapist trained him to walk on his hind legs so it doesn't show. She laughed and agreed that this is essentially what therapy is, and that's when I figured that that isn't what I need from therapy.
The second one was the best match I could find at the time - now that I had been trained out of acting insane, it was easier to start untangling what was making me act in unhinged ways in the first place. Going into what I was feeling and what kind of experiences had trained me into having that kind of responses to that kind of situations. That was useful for a while, but after a time I started to feel like she was trying to make me complacent with how I am by reassuring me that there was nothing wrong with me - she tried to validate my feelings by telling me that I'm ok, and I felt invalidated by the way she was denying that there still was something wrong with me, and denying that I'm not ok.
In three years of therapy, I had gained enough clarity about what kind of a problem we're even talking about, that once my last session with my second therapist was done, I looked up a therapist that specialises in one specific problem that I hadn't even been aware of when I started with my first therapist, and which my second therapist reassured me would fix itself on its own once I'm better. Three years of therapy had made me aware enough of my own problems to be able to find a specialist and point a huge crack on the wall, point at it and go "look at that thing. That's not supposed to be there, right?"
And have her go "oh yeah, that's bad. Yikes."
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AITA for getting upset at my friend? Tw misgendering
This happened months ago but it made me uncomfortable and still does. I (late teens, ftm) was in my freshman year of college and was going stealth as much as I can pre-t (ie fully socially transitioning and not letting anyone know my deadname etc), I’m a very “chill” trans guy in that my ideal “end” of transition is just going full stealth, I don’t talk about being trans much, etc, the “““respectable””” trans person in all of those shitty memes. However, when my parents came up for parents weekend, I invited my friend (late teens, non-binary) out to lunch with them, their parents, my parents, and me. My friend, let’s say A, is…. More loudly trans. Dyed hair, statement fashion etc. and doesn’t try and hide their transness, dare I say what 2014 tumblr users call “cringe” (which doesn’t invalidate their transness in the fucking slightest, they/it pronouns for this friend or I’ll have your knees also cringe culture is dead be free etc. please don’t interpret this as me shitting on A). This is how A presents and while it’s not for me, it’s for them, and I’d be weird to have a problem with it.
However, my parents aren’t keen on the whole trans thing, they consistently misgender and deadname me and have refused to make attempts to change that because I’ll “always be their daughter” and they…. Aren’t great about my friend. I warned A going into the lunch that my parents are mildly transphobic and will use she/her and my deadname, and to try and avoid a whole Spectacle, I asked A to also refer to me as such. A asked if I was out to them and I’d told them that I’d come out but they had simply refused to change their perceptions of me. A, who I think thought they were doing a righteous thing, decided to correctly gender and name me for the entire lunch, which created a really awkward environment, especially for A’s parents who hadn’t met me yet and now had one person with two completely different names and pronouns depending on who was talking about me. While nothing awful happened, I was still upset A didn’t respect my request to just let it slide under the table, their heart was still in the right place but I ended up being seriously annoyed with them for ignoring my ask. One part says I shouldn’t be mad that someone deadnamed and misgendered me, on the other hand I specifically asked them to.
AITA for being upset that they gendered me correctly?
What are these acronyms?
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can you please do 9 on the prompt list with jealous haechan 🥺
love foolish
pairings. haechan x (f) reader
genre. fluff, angst if u squint
warnings. mentions of alcohol and cigarettes
prompts: #9 “hug me back please”
prompt list | series masterlist | taglist
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if this wasn’t a reason to add to his very short, but justifiable list of reasons ‘why i like to stay home’, then he doesn’t know what anything anymore. his beer is getting warm and all the condensation from his glass has formed a puddle of water on the table. if you were right here next to him, you’d tell him to clean it up and use a napkin. but some wanna be “underground” rapper has your attention. he air quotes ‘underground’ because that’s what the guy self-proclaimed himself as. and you smiled when he said it!
you’ve noticed haechan scoffing behind you as you kindly make a pity conversation to the guy who won’t leave you alone. he smells like cigarettes and you swear if he stands in front of you any longer you might bash your head against the bar counter. yes, you’ve noticed haechan acting bratty. but he knows you’re too kind of a human-being to tell the stranger to fuck off. and with his position and the setting he’s in, he can’t tell the guy, so he’s sulking while sipping on his room temperature beer.
the guy finally leaves after he hands you a folded piece of paper that he had taken out from his jacket pocket, a flyer with information about a performance you heard him say. your lips firmly closed in a tight lipped smile, watching him leave and disappear into the crowd so he can’t see you toss the paper on the counter for someone else to take care of it.
“finally,” haechan groans, leaning off the counter to take a step towards you and engulf you in a hug. your arms stay at your side.
“why are you being a brat?”
“who?”
lightly pushing him off, “you!” you exclaim, pointing your finger at him. and it almost stings him inside when you push him away.
rolling his eyes, “i’m not being a brat.” he grumbles.
now you’re the one rolling your eyes. “yeah, okay.” you let it go. sitting yourself on the bar stool and taking away haechan’s glass to take a sip, but you grimace at the taste of the warm beer, face scrunching up in disgust. you quickly ordering yourself a drink.
you feel haechan stand closer behind you, his hand finding a place on your waist, his front pressed against your back.
the bartender placed your drink in front of you and you politely thank them. bringing the straw to your lips as the fruity drink satisfies your taste buds. as if you weren’t lowkey annoyed with your boyfriend, you still raise the cup to his lips as he takes a sip from the straw. your boyfriend’s outrageously expensive cologne is a pleasant and warm scent to your nose. the one he always wears when you both go out because he knows you love the fragrance on him.
haechan hums in approval at the drink. his hand that was on your waist travels down to your exposed thigh from your short mini black skirt that accentuates your waist and makes your ass look good. traveling back up and past your waist as his hands stay put on your bare rib cage from the cutout of your matching black top. you looked beautifully sexy tonight. no wonder that sorry looking wannabe rapper had came up to you earlier. but you’re his woman. you’re his girl.
and he wants to go home with you and fucking take this sultry outfit off of you with his teeth.
his sinful hands are now harmlessly wrapping them around your waist in a back hug. burying his face in the curve of your neck, peppering small kisses on your skin, breathing in your scent.
“hug me back please.” he softly whimpers.
he feels your shoulders rise and fall when you sigh, reaching behind you to grab onto his shirt to pull him in front of you between your legs.
you never want to invalidate haechan’s feelings. understanding where he’s coming from and why he’s acting the way he is.
you silently wrap your arms around him, wanting to drown in his scent as you cling onto the fabric of his shirt. your face pressed up against his chest.
“i was internally begging for that guy to leave you know.” you tell him, as each second grows in your arms he softly melts into your touch.
his body shakes in your arms from him laughing, and you swear in this moment, where you are right now in his arms, felt like your oasis.
“i know, i was being a brat.” he admits, kissing your temple.
you tilt your head back to look up at him. “it’s okay, don’t stress yourself out with this kind of stuff baby boy. you’re taking me home.” you flirt, wiggling your brows and grinning widely before he smashes his lips against yours.
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i had a nightmare, so naturally i wrote about some related to it lmao
My Pleasure | BFF!Levi Fluff
✧ word count ➼ > 950
✧ notes ➼ fluff, bff!levi
✧ cw: mentions of gaslighting, mentions of invalidation
The breeze was pretty significant with how high up you were. If you looked under you, you could see the night lights. You weren't on that tall of a building, but it was high up enough that you were hidden from prying eyes. Your legs dangled off the edge of the building as you stared off into the distance, doing what little you could to regulate your mood.
Although your head was swirling with chaos, you wore a blank expression on your face. Your eyes seemed empty, and you had been masking for so long that it seemed like second nature at this point.
You didn't even remember what you were upset about, but all you remembered was that you were with your group of friends and had gotten upset about something. When you brought it up, instead of having a productive conversation, your friends decided to invalidate every other thing you were saying. You felt attacked and pushed away, and ended up deciding that the best thing to do was to shut up and mask.
"Haven't seen you here in a bit."
You heard a familiar voice and looked up, seeing probably the only friend you had right now that you didn't resent.
"Could say the same to you."
Levi took a seat next to you.
"Friends say you've been acting different."
You were looking down towards the street below you, holding your hands together as you twiddled your thumbs as a way of fidgeting. It was ironic that your friends even said anything, given how quick they were to push you aside.
You were upset and you couldn't deny that, but you felt you didn't have the right to be upset. You had internalized their beliefs that you were 100% in the wrong, and convinced yourself that any negative emotion you were having should just be pushed away and that you didn't need to bother anyone else with it.
"I'm fine."
"Bullshit," Levi said with a scoff. "Look at me."
After a few seconds of no response, he tutted in disapproval and shoved at your shoulder a bit.
"Look at me," he repeated.
You finally turned and lifted your gaze to meet his. You could see the deep level of concern in his eyes, and he was immediately able to see past your mask, and see the pain in yours.
"What happened?" he asked quietly.
His soft tone made you tempted to break down and cry on the spot, but you couldn't. You still felt like you weren't allowed to.
"...I got upset about something," you said after a long pause. "I don't even remember what it was to be honest, but they kept on insisting that what I was saying didn't happen..."
You trailed off, pausing for a few seconds before continuing quietly.
"...or that I was overreacting, or that I was being dramatic. It seemed like every other word that came out of my mouth was just getting shut down."
You emotionally withdrew from the situation as a method of protecting yourself. Levi was able to tell that immediately. It was a habit of yours that he had picked up from day one, and he couldn't blame you, as harmful as it was.
"I'm questioning if maybe they're right," you continued. "Maybe I am just seeing things that aren't actually there, feeling things that I have no right to feel-"
"Cut that out," he said sternly, cutting you off.
You immediately stopped talking and looked at him in confusion.
"Are you not hearing yourself?"
He sounded annoyed, but the look of concern in his eyes remained.
"You're allowed to feel how you feel," he said with a frown, as if he was astonished that you were even doubting yourself. "It doesn't matter what the fuck other people say happened or not, how you feel is how you feel and there's no changing that—and they're fucking idiots for trying to tell you otherwise."
You looked away, pondering over what he was trying to say.
"And they're assholes for trying to tell you that you're not allowed to feel a certain way or invalidating what it was that got you upset."
Your cheeks began to heat up as he spoke. As always, every word that came out of Levi's mouth hit you like a truck. The validation from him alone brought up something within you, although you couldn't tell exactly what it was. It made your heart pound and your entire body heat up. It was just the effect he had on you.
"...really wish more people were like you," you whispered.
"Yeah?" he said, glancing down at you.
"Yeah," you affirmed, looking down at the ground again. "Sorry for being a pain in the ass."
He shoved you again.
"Didn't I say to cut that out? Quit pitying yourself."
The pout returned on your face as you slightly stuck your bottom lip out.
"You're valid and allowed to have emotions or get upset over things. I don't give a shit what the rest of your friends say. They can fuck off for all I care."
You quickly found yourself leaning against him with your head resting on his shoulder. This wasn't a new occurrence and it provided you an oddly comforting feeling.
"Thanks for always being there," you mumbled as you shut your eyes.
It was always Levi that was there, no matter how shitty your situation was. If you were a little less distracted, you might have been more willing to explore whatever it was that was going on between the two of you, but neither of you were emotionally aware enough at the moment to do anything about it.
"...my pleasure."
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it's so. annoying? invalidating? that everyone is always like "oh but you're so resilient you still go to school/graduate/go to college/don't give up" like bestie do you think i WANT to keep going?? you think i see some sort of sense in any of this???
fuck, i wish i could just call it quits already but i can't. my brain won't let me.
every single time my therapist asks me why i keep pushing i tell her the same thing "i just have to". there's no goal, nothing i'm trying to achieve or get to. i literally cannot stop and i have never heard anyone else talk about that because yeah, i have to drag myself along but that's the only option.
i don't get to not do that. i hate it and i don't want to and it's killing me but i keep going because that's what i do.
#alex yells at the void#it's like someone took my survival instinct and just hammered that into every single cell#you could probably throw me into a volcano at this point and my brain would still find a way to get out of it and keep moving
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responding to this in its own post because formatting.
anyway I'm not sure if you mean Uyghur or Crimea but uh.........? ???????????????? what? I.... don't see what you're seeing, apparently.
here's some Uyghur women in traditional dress
and here's Crimean women
like that's.... the drawing isn't a caricature, that's their national dress, or at least some of it. I don't........................ look, idk how to tell you this but not all Muslims look the same and not all Muslim women cover their hair? they're Turkic, they wear fezzes. that's not a comment on their religion or gender or race, that's their actual culture. I just.... sigh. man, these are real cultures with real people who practice them, you can't just dismiss them as invalid and prejudiced because they're not the "traditional" Arabic Muslims you're used to. jfc they're not all the same.
look, you seriously think you can roll up to my blog, on fucking anon no less, with zero details or explanation and I'm just gonna take your word for it? especially when I've just been very, very pissed off about the uptick in aggressive and toxic and general shit-stirring fan behavior in this fandom; especially when I've seen multiple harassment and smear campaigns this month alone; especially when I've fucking been victim to one myself; especially when the majority of trolls and anon hate I get targets Ukrainians specifically and the person you're talking about is Ukrainian and their post includes CRIMEA like I'm just not gonna fucking notice that and immediately suspect ulterior motives.
I'm tired, in pain, medically speaking I'm not actually in my rational mind rn, it's 9pm and still over 100F, I'm angry as hell and I am so fucking done dealing with annoying pissant anons, I fucking HATE the "uwu just so you know!!! just wanted you to be aware!!!!!!! just looking out for your own good, no ulterior motives~!!!!!!!!!!" bullshit as it is, and I'm not dealing with this.
if you're a troll: begone, vatnik.
if you're yet another fucking toxic pissant in this fandom: begone, pissant.
if you're actually being sincere: what you're doing - by going around on anon and making accusations with zero proof to accomplish something unclear but that LOOKS like manipulative ostracization banking on guilt by association shit - is enabling the previous two groups and you need to fucking stop. I'm not going to take you seriously because why should I, when the only evidence I have (because you have not provided any) is against you? seriously, when I'm WELL AWARE of the smear campaigns and actual literal disinformation, why should I regard you with anything except the highest suspicion? I don't understand your objection against the post and I'm not gonna just conform to the opinion of a rando anon.
I hate, I fucking hate the guilt-by-association shit. do not come to me about the actions of someone else, period. it's not my fucking responsibility or fault or whatever, and I'm going to assume you have ulterior motives for doing so.
I hate this goddamn site and I hate everyone on it. take your roubbles and go, you vatnik/pissant/Calvinist prick. god, I thought I got away from the Evangelists and they're all on fucking tumblr.
#idk what to tell you people#I literally pinned a warning#I used bold and italics and bigger fonts and RED and mean swear words so maybe someone will actually fucking read it this time
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