#oh i had some lovely conversations with people...
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six — i believe you
mess it up — gojo x reader & sukuna x reader
⁀➴ when i told you i’m fine, you were lied to.
when the love of your life falls for someone else, you decide to move on—by pretending to date your best friend, the campus fuckboy.
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word count. 1.7k
content. profanity, sukuna is a little gross, reader’s a bit of a menace
Satoru had heard about you. You had cultivated the perfect image for the public, the diligent, hardworking, sweet girl on the tennis team who had a smile for everyone. Most of them loved you, and those who didn’t were apparently only one conversation with you away from falling head over heels. He’d heard about you, but he didn’t buy it.
He had quite a reputation himself. Some kind of golden boy, a god among mere mortals. But he was well-aware that the whole facade was built on a few bouts of witticism, a few flirtatious jokes, a steady stream of good grades, and nothing more. People liked to believe in the idea of someone, so he never really bought the idea of you.
Until he saw it for himself.
He and Suguru had spent the morning on the basketball court. They’d been on a week-long bender of parties, nights out, and copious amounts of alcohol. Classes were starting up again in a few days and they decided they needed a reset. Get some fresh air. Touch some grass.
They were heading to the locker room when they passed by the tennis court. There was a small crowd gathered, mostly children who couldn’t have been older than ten—and you.
Satoru knew what you looked like. He’d seen you from across the hallway, a few tables away in the cafeteria, on the walkways between buildings. Friends had pointed you out on occasion, launching into gossip about the people you turned down, the matches you’d won over the weekend.
But when he saw you there, right beneath the blazing heat of the last bits of summer sun, crouched in front of a kid who was crying, holding a broken racket, he couldn’t help but think that you looked different. Better than how most people described you.
Absolutely beautiful.
He must’ve looked stupid when he suddenly came to a stop on the other side of the fence. But he didn’t care. He was watching an angel come down to earth.
You were nodding as the kid cried, explaining what had happened to his racket. When he was done, you ruffled his hair and offered him the gentlest of smiles. You walked over to a bench, took out a racket from a bag, and handed it to the boy.
The kid’s eyes were wide. “But this is yours!” he said, holding the thing in his hands like it was made of gold. “I can’t use this.”
“Who says?” you told the kid playfully, patting him on the back as you steered him in the direction of the other children. “Come on, we’re here to have fun.”
“What are you doing?” Suguru snickered behind him. “You know, watching little kids is creepy. Just saying.”
Satoru shoved his best friend and shushed him. “Will you be quiet for once in your life?”
Suguru slung his arm around his shoulder and sighed. “You’re not gonna get her, you know,” he said. “Many have tried. None have succeeded.”
“Oh, yeah?” Satoru said, walking away. He glanced back at you one more time. You were standing now, calmly telling the kids not to whack each other with balls. “Watch me.”
“I don’t get it.”
Sukuna trails behind you as you load the grocery cart with boxes of Capri-Sun. The thing is already half-full with loaves of sliced bread, deli meat, and an assortment of vegetables. All of this, he decides, is worth more than what he spends on groceries in a week.
“I told you not to come,” you remind him. “You can fuck off if you want.”
You almost lose your balance as you lift a 24-pack of bottled water, but Sukuna’s quick to grab the thing from your arms and set it down with the rest of the groceries.
He smirks at you, grabbing the handle of the cart before you can get to it. “I dunno, tiger, seems like you need me here.”
You flip him off and march down the aisle to grab a few more things.
“You’re not even getting paid to do this,” he tells you. “Why are you putting so much effort into these kids?”
You shrug, leading him to the register. “They need to eat.”
“Their parents can feed them.”
“Some of them don’t.”
That shuts him up for once.
Sukuna has never questioned the fact that you’re a way better person than he is. He’s known you since high school, he’s watched you volunteer your afternoons to tutor elementary kids, seen you go out of your way to make sure your teachers got the best Christmas gifts, been with you as you attempted to make cupcakes for school bake sales.
He always brushed it off as things you did to pad your resume, but he always knew it had something to do with you having better intentions than him.
This weekend gig of yours that you started in your second year of college is just another thing on your long list of “good deeds” that Sukuna keeps track of in his head. But he never realized how much thought you put into it until now.
“I can carry that,” you tell him as he grabs the grocery bags from you. “Sukuna, seriously.”
He just shakes his head, sprinting away to your car as you attempt to catch up after him. “Too slow!”
Your best friend has never been the best person. But you’ve always made him want to be.
He loads the groceries into the back of your car and pats himself on the back for a job well-done.
You glare at him as you close the trunk of your car. “Don’t you have anything better to do?”
He boops your nose. “Nope.”
The two of you are about to get into the car when someone calls Sukuna. You both look over at the source of the voice.
A girl.
Pretty with freshly manicured nails, hair in perfectly blown-out waves as she runs over to your best friend. “Baby!” She squeals, pressing herself against his chest. “I haven’t seen you in so long!”
Sukuna tries to place the girl. Someone he met at a party maybe? From one of his classes? A match on one of the many dating apps he’s on?
“Oh, hi,” he says, blanking on the name.
“It’s Mari,” the girl says, fluttering her lashes at him. She pouts, pink lips jutting out as she looks up at him with doe-eyes. “Do you not remember me?”
Mari. Right.
Yeah, she was a good fuck. Some of the best tits he’s ever seen. He bent her over on a bathroom counter at a rager once and… well, the rest is history.
“‘Course I remember you,” he says, smiling. He pulls himself away from her and looks over at you. You’re grinning, clearly amused by this whole interaction. What a whore, you’re probably thinking about him. “Listen, Mari, I gotta go.”
The girl whines and wraps her arms around his waist. “But why?”
“Yeah, why?” You raise your brows at your best friend, a laugh bubbling beneath your words.
Mari looks at you, barely registering your presence, then looks back at him for an answer.
Sukuna peels himself away from the girl and goes over to you, placing an arm around your shoulder. “This here’s my girl, Mari,” he says. “And we’ve got some errands to do today.”
“Your girl,” Mari says slowly. She looks at you again. It clicks. “Oh.”
“Yeah,” Sukuna says, opening the car door for you. “So we gotta go.”
The girl’s eyes scan your body. She takes a moment, probably decides that she’ll get Sukuna back real soon. He’s never been the type to stick to anyone, she knows this.
“Okay!” she says chirpily, already turning a heel. “See you around, ‘Kunie.”
As soon as Mari’s turned her back, Sukuna’s shoving your laughing form into the car and rushing to the passenger’s seat.
“It’s not funny.” He groans as you double over in laughter.
You wipe the tears of joy from your eyes. “You don’t even remember her name!”
“Shut up.”
“Your face! God, you should see your face!”
“I will kill myself.”
“And the nickname!” You howl. “What did she call you? Oh, fuck, right! ‘Kunie—”
His hand reaches for your chin and pulls your face right in front of his. Your eyes are wide as he tilts his head, leans forward, and… doesn’t kiss you.
“That shut you up, didn’t it?” he says, smirking at the stunned expression on your face.
You push him away and shake your head, starting the car. “You’re so stupid.”
“Yeah, well, you’re annoying,” he says as he leans back in his seat. “And, for the record, I’m not always that much of an asshole with girls.”
“Sure, sure, whatever you say.” You hum, backing the car up. “You know you don’t have to turn them down.”
“What?”
You glance over at him. “Just because you’re helping me with this whole charade,” you tell him. “You don’t have to stop… doing the things you usually do. I don’t mind.”
He rolls his eyes. “I’m not doing this for you.”
“Right, because you would rather help me make sandwiches on a Sunday morning than go out with Mari.” You turn the car onto the road. “I’ve never approved of it, but I know who you are, ‘Kuna. I’m under no illusions of us actually playing house.”
Sukuna goes silent. He looks out the window with his arms crossed over his chest, as if he’s in deep thought—but you know him and Sukuna’s never been in deep thought for a second of his life. You’ve probably hit a nerve.
“Sukuna—”
“I’m not gonna let people think you’re getting cheated on so I can get my dick wet,” he tells you. His tone is serious. “I’m still your best friend, and if you think I’m gonna let you get hurt like that—”
“You’re not actually cheating on me though,” you remind him. “This is all for show.”
“I made a promise,” he says. “Let me keep it.”
When you look over at him, he has his eyes on you. You don’t think you’ve ever seen Sukuna look this determined before and it almost frightens you.
You swallow. “Okay,” you say. “If that’s what you want.”
“It is what I want.”
“Okay,” you say again. There’s something happening here. Something solemn. Like a promise between two children made in the dead of night. One that no one else can be privy to. One that belongs to just the two of you.
“Okay, ‘Kuna. I believe you.”
notes. the burn is so slow but i’m having so much fun with it 😩 you guys are gonna have to love it too you don’t really have a choice 😩 also we’re getting more insight into reader and gojo’s relationship so the angst is gonna hit us like a train real soon
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Just In Time | Frida Maanum
Summary: You and Frida decide to go to a party where not everything goes to plan
Warnings: creepy people, homophobia, alcohol, party things yk
You and Frida are getting ready in your shared apartment, the scent of her favorite vanilla body spray mingling with the faint sound of indie music playing in the background. Frida stands in front of the mirror, adjusting her earrings, while you fuss with the shirt. She catches your eye in the reflection, offering a reassuring smile.
"Ready to go?" she asks, her eyes twinkling with excitement.
"Yeah, let's do this," you reply, taking her hand as you head out the door.
The walk to the party is filled with light conversation and laughter, Frida's presence always a source of comfort and joy. When you arrive, the house is already buzzing with energy, music pumping through the walls, and groups of people scattered around, talking and dancing.
“Wow, it’s crowded in here.” You state, a hint of uncertainty present in your voice.
“It is. Just stay close yeah?” Frida replies, her thick Norwegian accent peaking through.
“Don’t worry, nothings going to happen.” You reply, you weren’t sure if you were trying to reassure Frida or yourself.
“Darling, I know you can handle yourself. I’d much rather be safe than sorry. Just let me know roughly where you’re gonna go and remember: you have a phone for a reason.” She stays, matter of factly.
“Right. I’m just gonna go to the toilet then alright? Love you.” You kiss Frida on the cheek offering her a smile to what she exchanges cutely.
On your way to the bathroom, you decide to take a look in the kitchen to scout out the drinks. You were by no means a drinker but you knew Frida was the designated driver. Which meant two things:
1. You could get tipsy
2. You could only get tipsy. Not flat out drunk. Or Frida would be on your back.
The kitchen is packed, but you manage to find a spot near the counter. As you pour yourself a drink (okay, just a quick one), a guy you don’t recognise sidles up next to you. He's taller than you, with an overly confident smirk plastered on his face.
"Hey there," he says, leaning in a bit too close for comfort. "I haven't seen you around here before. Can I get you another drink?"
"No, thanks. I'm good," you reply, trying to keep your tone polite but firm. You were already feeling tipsy by now as you had spontaneously chugged down two solo cups worth. You knew Frida would be scolding you later - but that didn’t matter right now.
He doesn't take the hint, instead stepping even closer. "Come on, just one drink. What's the harm?"
You glance around, hoping to spot Frida, but she's still across the room, chatting with some friends. "I said no, thanks," you repeat, more forcefully this time.
The guy's smirk fades slightly, but he doesn't back off. "Don't be like that. I'm just trying to be friendly."
You try to step away, but he blocks your path, his presence becoming more oppressive. "Seriously, I don't want a drink," you say, louder this time, hoping someone nearby will notice.
His eyes narrow slightly, and he leans in even closer, his breath hot on your ear. "Why are you being such a prude? I'm just being nice."
Panic starts to bubble up inside you, your heart racing as you try to push him away. "Leave me alone," you demand, your voice trembling.
He chuckles, clearly enjoying your discomfort. "Relax, I'm not going to bite. Just trying to have a conversation. What's your name?"
You take a step back, trying to put some distance between you. "It's none of your business," you snap, hoping to sound more confident than you feel.
He rolls his eyes, clearly annoyed. "No need to be so rude. I'm just asking a simple question."
"Look, I'm here with someone," you say, trying a different tactic. "I'm not interested."
"Oh, come on," he says, his tone turning condescending. "Whoever it is, they can't be that great if they left you alone. Just one drink, and if you still want me to leave, I will."
You shake your head, backing up further. "I already told you, I'm not interested. Please, just leave me alone. And don’t insult my girlfriend.”
His expression darkens, and he steps forward again, ignoring your plea. "You know, you're making this a lot harder than it needs to be."
"I don't care," you snap, louder this time, hoping the raised volume will attract someone's attention. "I said no. Now back off."
He laughs, a harsh, mocking sound that sends a shiver down your spine. "Feisty, I like that. Come on, just one drink. It's not going to kill you."
Desperation starts to creep in as you look around the room, searching for a familiar face. "I'm not interested," you repeat, your voice shaking with anger and fear. "Why can't you just take no for an answer?"
"Because I'm not used to hearing it," he replies smugly. "You're not going to find anyone better than me here, so why not just give it a shot?"
You glance around again, feeling trapped. "Look, you're making me really uncomfortable. Please, just go away."
"Uncomfortable?" he scoffs. "I'm just talking to you. You don't have to be so dramatic."
"I'm not interested because I'm here with my girlfriend," you say, hoping that will make him back off.
His expression changes, a sneer spreading across his face. "Oh, so you're one of those. That explains a lot."
"Did I not already tell you that? And, What do you mean by that?" you ask, feeling a surge of anger mix with your fear.
"Just that it makes sense why you're so uptight," he says, leaning in closer again. "Trying to play the victim, huh? You think you're too good for a guy like me because you like girls?"
"That's none of your business," you say firmly, trying to keep your voice steady. "Just leave me alone."
"Come on, don't be like that," he says, his voice dripping with condescension. "Maybe you just haven't been with the right guy yet."
"Back off," you say, louder now, hoping someone will notice and intervene.
"What's going on here?" Frida's voice cuts through the tension, her tone calm but authoritative. She walks up, her eyes immediately assessing the situation. Sliding her arm around your waist, she fixes the guy with a steady gaze. "Is there a problem?"
The guy looks between the two of you, clearly irritated. "We were just talking," he says, attempting to brush off the situation.
Frida tightens her hold on you, her eyes not leaving his. "It didn't look like she wanted to talk," she says calmly but firmly. "She told you to leave her alone."
"Mind your own business," he snaps, his bravado faltering slightly under Frida's intense gaze.
Frida maintains her calm demeanor, her voice unwavering. "She is my business. If she asked you to leave her alone, you should respect that."
He hesitates, clearly not used to being challenged. "Look, I'm not trying to start anything. Just having a conversation," he says, his tone trying to sound reasonable but failing.
Frida's expression softens slightly as she addresses him again. "Look, she clearly doesn't want to continue this conversation. Let's all just move on and enjoy the party, okay?"
"Whatever," he mutters, but he doesn't move.
Frida remains calm, her grip on you firm but gentle. "Did you not hear her? She's not interested. Leave us alone."
The guy's face flushes with anger and embarrassment. "I just don't get you people," he says, his voice rising. "Always playing the victim card. Maybe if you weren't such prudes, you'd see how stupid this all is."
"Excuse me?" Frida's voice remains calm, but there's an edge to it now. "What did you just say?"
"You heard me," he snaps, his bravado returning. "You lesbians always think everyone's out to get you. Maybe if you tried being normal for once, you wouldn't have these problems."
Frida takes a deep breath, her eyes never leaving his. "We're not the problem here. You are. We're here to have a good time, just like everyone else. If you can't handle that, maybe you should leave."
"Oh, I'm the problem now?" he scoffs. "You two are just asking for trouble, flaunting your lifestyle in everyone's faces."
"Enough," Frida says, her voice firm but controlled. "This conversation is over. Leave us alone."
He glares at both of you, clearly frustrated. "Fine, whatever. You're not worth the trouble." He turns and stalks off into the crowd, disappearing from view.
You let out a breath you hadn't realized you were holding and turn to Frida, who is watching you with concern.
"You okay?" she asks, brushing a strand of hair from your face.
"Yeah, thanks. He just wouldn't take a hint," you reply, leaning into her touch.
"I know, I’m sorry. I’m sorry you had to deal with that and I’m sorry I didn’t get to you quicker. Let's get out of here," Frida suggests softly. "This place is too crowded anyway and you need to get home before it’s dark."
You nod, grateful for her suggestion. She keeps an arm around you as you both navigate through the throng of people and out into the cooler night air. The drive home is quieter, but Frida's presence beside you is as comforting as ever.
When you reach your apartment, she unlocks the door and lets you in first, her protective instincts still in high gear. Inside, you kick off your shoes and collapse onto the couch, feeling the tension of the evening finally start to fade.
Frida sits next to you, her hand resting on your knee. "You sure you're okay?" she asks again, her eyes searching yours.
"I'm fine now," you assure her, taking her hand in yours. "Thanks for stepping in. I don't know what I would've done if you hadn't."
"Anytime," she says with a soft smile. "You know I've got your back."
You lean against her, feeling safe and loved. The party might not have been what you expected, but having Frida by your side makes everything better.
“I can’t believe he said all that. I know I was tipsy but it doesn’t take a genius to figure out his intentions, in fact I think the ‘prude’ may have done it.”
“It’s best not to think about it hey. He was a total dickhead but I’m just glad your safe that’s the most important thing. Let’s just calm down now and we can talk more in the morning if need be. I’m here for you, you know that.”
The rest of the evening is spent in the comfort of your apartment, wrapped up in each other. Frida makes sure you're okay, periodically checking in with gentle touches and reassuring words. She walks you through your feelings, letting you vent about the guy and how he made you feel, always listening intently.
As the night grows later, she suggests you both watch a movie to distract from the earlier ordeal. You agree, and soon you're cuddled up on the couch, the soft glow of the TV casting a warm light over the room. Frida holds you close, her arms wrapped around you.
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You wake up the next morning encased by Frida’s strong arms. You both stir awake.
“You know, now that you are feeling better, I think we better discuss you downing two vodkas eh?”
#arsenal women#arsenal#football#lesbian#love#frida maanum x reader#frida maanum#arsenal women x reader#woso x reader#woso#norway
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— yard sale
pairing: alessia russo x reader
synopsis: you pack up your life and move far away from the supposed love of you life
warnings: just lots of angst
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I put a sign on a telephone pole with the address below
I wrote the time and I circled in bold, everything must go
you knew that it was time for you to leave. you and alessia's relationship had crumbled from beneath your feet quickly and mercilessly. one day you two were happy and planning a future and the next you were throwing her out and telling her that you never wanted to see her again.
so here you were, sitting out front of your place with a dingy clothes rack and boxes of all your meaningless things ready to sell so that you could pack up your life in london and get the fuck out.
a pair of young teenage girls hand you some clothes, a pair of shoes and a necklace along with the money to pay. you smile gratefully and put the items in a plastic bag before waving them goodbye, not noticing the figure standing a little bit away from where you were sitting. the head of blonde hair isn't the thing that catches your eye, it's the pair of arsenal trackies she's wearing. your eyes travel from the number six on her pants all the way up to her face where her eyes are boring into you.
you curtly nod and attempt to distract yourself with putting some other shirts on hangers when she slowly makes her way over. leah tucks her hands in the pocket of her jumper and digs her toe in the ground, her head hung low like she’s thinking.
sneaking a glance at her you clear your throat “leah”
“hey” she says surprised like she wasn’t expecting you to see her standing right in front of you “bit of spring cleaning?”
you half smirk and grab more hangers from the box next to you “moving. i don’t want to take everything”
the lioness captain stands up straight “you’re moving? where to?”
“chicago”
“oh wow. so far away”
you roll your eyes “you here to buy something or just to look around?” your patience is quickly wearing thin every moment she tries to make small talk. it wasn’t really like leah, the few times you’d hung out with her in a group setting she always had a purpose for a conversation. it wasn’t that she necessarily hated small talk, she just wasn’t good at it. at all.
“honestly i came to see how you were doing” she scratches the back of her neck “i saw the sign and, y’know”
nodding your head, you smile at another girl handing you money for a black dress that alessia had convinced you to buy when you were her date for an event. it was classy and sleek, and you remembered the feeling of alessia’s hands all over you through the night. you watch the girl go wistfully before directing your attention back to the footballer.
“thanks, really, but it wasn’t needed. i’m fine”
you know that leah sees right through you but she doesn’t argue, instead excusing herself and giving a tight lipped smile to people she passes as she walks back to her car. you watch her trot across the street to her car. she practically throws the door open and slides in hastily, like she had suddenly remembered that she needed to be somewhere.
before she drove off you heard her phone ring through the bluetooth in her car. if it wasn’t so loud you wouldn’t have heard the very familiar ‘hello’ from the other end of the line.
Every perfect memory
Stacked in boxes on the street
Take what's left of you and me
when leah told alessia that you were packing up your whole life and moving, she almost couldn’t believe it. for three straight nights after that conversation she had laid in bed tossing and turning and trying to convince herself that it wasn’t real, that you weren’t moving thousands of kilometres away from her.
one morning before an early training session she drove past your flat. she remembers how cold it was, and how even her fleece jumper couldn’t stop her from shivering as she turned down your street.
the movers outside your place made her stomach turn. she thought she was going to throw up when she saw you putting boxes into the back of the van with a smile on your face. you were happily chatting to one of the movers and she could tell just by the way you were smiling that you were excited.
the possibility that you were going to be happy without her in your life makes her speed down the rest of your street. she calls in sick to training that day and doesn’t answer leah or kyra’s texts.
leah doesn’t have to ask her what’s wrong when she turns up at her front door later that day. the tears on alessia’s sweatshirt tell leah everything she needs to know.
I tried to call but you didn't call back to come and get you things
I thought about just striking a match but it's hard to burn a memory
you had called and texted her so that she could come and get the things she didn't take with her when you threw her out. despite your best efforts to be the bigger person, the striker didn't once get back to you, instead leaving you on delivered and sending you straight to voicemail.
you gave up quickly after that, choosing to pack up your life around the small pile of things that sat in the corner of your quickly emptying bedroom. you packed her belongings into a cardboard box and labelled it ALESSIA, the black marker you used to do so feathering and squeaking.
you packed it into storage with the rest of your belongings and left it with everything you weren’t able to take with you to chicago. you had thought about burning her things, just simply throwing them into the bonfire pit in your small backyard, but you knew that it didn’t matter what you did with her things. the memories would linger.
Every empty picture frame
All the shit that I tried to save
Name your price, you can have my pain
one way you decided to cope was by taking every photo that you had framed of the two of you and throwing it out.
you balled them up and threw them in the trash without a second thought, not once sparing a glance and alessia’s smiling face as you tossed her away. you ended up donating all the empty frames to your local thrift, and whatever couldn’t be donated ended up thrown out.
every photo was a memory of what once was. each holiday, anniversary and special moment had been captured and put behind glass for what you thought would be forever. alessia had grown fond of decorating the walls of both of your places with photos of the two of you. her entry hall had been a shrine to your relationship and people would often comment how lucky the both of you were to have found eachother.
everlasting love was something that you had once believed in, something that you once treated as gospel. it was hard to deal with the fact that you had suddenly lost belief in it. in her.
It's time to empty out the place (hey!)
I used to love but now I hate
you had gotten so incredibly lucky with your flat. rent was a decent price, it was close to work, within walking distance from a quaint little bookshop and it only took lessi six minutes to get from her place to yours.
it was a dream for you, one that you quickly embraced. you made your place your own with small touches of yourself around the place. from the decor, to the furniture, even to the way things were laid out. your place was definitely yours.
slowly but surely you emptied the home you once loved. took down the pictures, sold the furniture and tossed anything that made you think of your ex. you hollowed out your home and carved a hole into your heart, mercilessly hacking away pieces of yourself that no longer fit who you were.
now as you stand with your hand on the doorknob to your front door, the ghost of memories prance through the empty halls and past you like you’re watching your own memories back on a tv.
it hurt to leave but it hurt more to know that there was nothing you could’ve done to prevent you and alessia ending the way you did.
All the love is, all the love is gone
#pegs woso#woso#woso x reader#woso fic#woso imagine#woso fanfics#alessia russo#alessia russo x reader#alessia russo fic#alessia russo imagine#arsenal#lionesses#arsenal x reader
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i've got the blu ray for volume 1 playing and i'm watching the behind the scenes video and Monty explicitly spells out how important collaboration with other creatives was in building RWBY, saying how he wanted to work with Kerry and Miles on it in creating the world and how he mostly gave them broad strokes. and it's mentioned how they all put the show bible together - i'm gonna put the whole transcript for the video under the cut (which i'm having to do myself because no one has uploaded this video anywhere as far as i can tell and there's no fucking subtitles)
Monty Oum [Creator and Director]: It’s the stories I’ve always wanted to tell versus the idea I came up with about, a little over a year ago. And we were talking about doing another show, and I just kind of half-asleep came up with the idea of a color rule for a bunch of characters. The red, white, black and yellow color scheme was something that was very prominent even in my previous work, so I started matching names up, matching ideas up. Also thinking about like, some of the ideas I’d stored up over the years. At some point or another the word ‘RWBY’ came to me.
Monty: Starting the show out originally, I designed the original character, Ruby, as well as going into the other characters. So once I had the first trailer done, and thinking about the rest of the characters for the show, I started bringing in other artists who I had watched for years. People I’d always said “someday I’ll work with them, someday I’ll have them design for me.” And when I was certain about having certain characters, I first contacted an artist I admired and found over DeviantArt. Her name was Ein Lee, she’s actually from Taiwan, and I found her art probably well over five years ago, and just loved her art style, and therefore wanted to incorporate it into my characters. So, I would do rough designs for team RWBY as well as designs for team JNPR, and she would flesh that out to be even further. To the point where eventually I didn’t need to design characters anymore, she started designing a bunch of the rest of the characters down the line.
Monty: The second person I brought on to RWBY was Kerry, because we had just been having conversations about the kind of show we could make. I’d been working with Miles on Season 10. He was writing scenes while I was making scenes, and so the three of us would have a lot of meetings and collaborate on the show to the point where I just started coming up with the broad strokes eventually and they had pretty much written the bulk of the show. Collaboration’s a big deal here, and I tried to include as many people as I can.
Kerry Shawcross [Co-writer]: Right after RvB ended, we wanted to just go straight into RWBY, but that was like right when we were going into commercial season. So we would work our normal hours here. Like 10 to 7-ish, then we would go back to one of our apartments and just start writing.
Miles Luna [Co-writer]: Monty really was enthusiastic about having these characters that may appear really one-dimensional for like the first few scenes that you see them, but the longer you get to know them, you realise “Oh, Yang isn’t just a dumb blonde party girl. She’s a very caring and nurturing girl, that has had to essentially be there for Ruby when she was young.”
Kathleen Zuelch [Producer]: When Monty and Miles and Kerry came to me, and really took me through the story. I started becoming a huge believer, because I’m a big fan of old school, traditional fairy tales, I love the Brothers Grimm, I love all the Snow White, and I love Little Red Riding Hood. I grew up with all of those stories, and the way that they were very clever in creating this whole world that’s kind of making homage to all of these amazing stories really inspired me to get more on board with what they wanted to do with this whole anime show.
Taylor McNee (née Pelto) [Art Director]: The world of RWBY, it looks very familiar. We wanted a blend of very classic looking architecture and clothing and cars, but we’re also mixing in this really kind of futuristic feel, like these little touches of some really futuristic stuff like holograms and things that you wouldn’t find in a classic [inaudible]. And that’s how we’re making this world unique. Our assets have to go through this pipeline of concept, modelling, texturing, and then finally being able to be put into the 3D program. So we start out with the concept and we usually bring that image into Maya, which is the main 3D software that we use. We have to make a 3D model that looks exactly like the concept that we were given, and it’s quite a process. Basically, we’re pushing polys and extruding stuff until we make the perfect shape, then afterwards we have to UV unwrap it, and then lay everything out on a texture sheet and then paint it, and that will put the image on the model. After that we’re basically done with the model and texture, and then we have to give it to the animators. So then we will set it up in Poser so the animators can grab it and use it for their characters.
Gray Haddock [Lead Editor]: There’s a lot of people working on this show, and there’s a lot of different elements in the pipeline. Editorial kinda serves as a hub between all the different departments, so we help all the communication and coordination between all the different pieces of the show, depending on what part of development that they’re in. Editorial’s getting involved way early in the process, we work alongside the director and the writers and the storyboard artists, and we use the scripts to help develop the storyboards and the camera angles for all those boards. So editorial is responsible for building up the moments of any given scene in terms of the timing and what you wanna look at, at any given moment. So we take the script and we help develop the camera angles and how long you wanna linger in a particular camera angle, look at one character or another or the scene as a whole, and the rhythm of the scene in terms of how long is it gonna take to spend on a particular line or when you want the music to come in, things like that. So we build up a set of animatics with the storyboards, and the first pass of all the audio. This is what then is handed off to the animators, so they can know exactly what is in what shot and how long do they have to animate it in a given shot. And once they’re done animating and their shot’s been approved, then their shot goes to the render farm, we get the rendered shot back and we drop it into the timeline for our episode and finesse the cut a little bit if we have to. But for the most part, we’ve done our job right and everything should pretty much be locked in for the most part by the time we’re getting animation.
Kerry: What’s kinda interesting as we’re creating the characters is, we kinda knew what kind of character they’d be. We knew Ruby would act a certain way, we knew Weiss would act a certain way, but we didn’t really know much about them. So we would get to the point where we’d be figuring out plotlines or figuring out dialogue and we’d be like “What would Weiss say here? What would Nora say here?” And then it turned into “Oh well now we know.”
Miles: Obviously we put a lot of thought into Ruby, Weiss, Blake and Yang before we started writing the dialogue. I remember sitting upstairs and we made a show bible, and we’re starting- we talked about likes, dislikes, personality traits. One of the first things I remember making was “Weiss drinks coffee. Blake drinks tea.”
Kerry: It’s important. It sounds not important at all, but it’s very important. It says so much about them
Miles: But it’s so important. So much about them, also it says nothing about them. It was just like- that’s just what it is.
Monty: I want the show to have resonance with people who are growing up. Cos everyone’s story is the story of kind of becoming who they are. Especially these days when the path of becoming who you are tends to be marginalised with reality. Having done what I’ve done, where I’ve essentially dropped out of high school, started learning this stuff on my own, and therefore land in a position where I get to take the things I was dreaming about when I was growing up and make it real. I tend to get a lot of response from people who are also not sure what they’re meant to become, a lot of them also have the same bright imaginations and with the way the world is, the hardships of what it means to grow up tends to marginalise who you are, and I would hate that to happen to anyone because the future is in creativity and that’s not something you can just manufacture. I actually would like this show to grow up with the people, so unlike most shows where they tend to be ageless or age very slowly, I’d like our fifteen-year-old fans watching fifteen-year-old Ruby, when they’re twenty-five, to be watching twenty-five-year-old Ruby, and to actually have some resonance with the character. Probably one of my favourite types of feedback is to say “I know this person” or “this person is just like me,” and that’s probably one of the best things about coming up with these characters.
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Possessive nature
Note: I'm sorry. I don't know English so I used Google Translate, I apologize if something is not understood.
**In one universe, ghosts pose no significant danger. In another, ghosts are terrifying creatures: territorial, aggressive, and in extreme cases, extremely possessive, especially when it comes to their partners.**
**Danny is desperate not to hurt his boyfriend. Jason, on the other hand, wishes his boyfriend would hurt him.**
… — One-shot (??Chapter 1??) — …
It was supposed to be just one night of fun. However, one night turned into two, then three, then four, and before he realized it, he was already in love.
It was on one of those nights when he wondered: Should he blame himself, or blame him for being so irresistibly cute? What started as a relationship based on mutual pleasure transformed into something deeper.
The affection expressed in every conversation terrified Danny. He knew that at some point he wouldn't be able to control himself and would mark Jason as his. Oh, right now he was crying in his heart.
He took a bite of his yogurt with cereal.
It's better to forget everything and focus on his breakfast. It was a normal morning for Danny: waking up next to this cute boy and then having breakfast together. Watching Jason prepare the kettle, with his back to him, offered a beautiful view of a certain part of his body. Danny's eyes darkened.
<A bite on his neck would look so pretty.>
He shook his head. Lately, he had been having these strange thoughts, like a voice in his head telling him how much he wanted to fuck Jason, and not in a good way.
"I've been thinking about us," Jason said suddenly.
Danny choked on his food.
He watched Jason, who avoided his gaze. With a cup of coffee in hand, Jason sat across from him at the table and continued to ignore Danny's nervousness. What else could this mean? It's obvious that Jason wants to end the relationship they have.
It's a good thing, Danny thought, so he wouldn't hurt him with his possessive nature. You have to let go of the people you love.
<But he's mine.>
He dismissed that voice. "I-is that so?" he asked. He stopped eating, preferring to leave the bowl along with the spoon on the table, he no longer had an appetite. Jason nodded. Wow, then this really means no more seeing Jason, it's okay, yes, it's okay, everything is okay. "I..."
He didn't have the strength to discuss this.
<I must lock him up.>
No, that's wrong.
<I'll cut off his legs so he can't escape.>
What's wrong with you?! Danny clutched his head. Of all the bizarre thoughts he's had, this is undoubtedly the worst of all, and he has a feeling it won't be the last. Sigh, Jazz didn't raise him this way.
Silence made its presence known.
Jason took a deep breath, looking at Danny with a mix of nervousness and determination. The moment had arrived. "I've been thinking about us, Danny," he began, his voice trembling slightly. "What started as... well, you know, something casual... has turned into something much more important to me."
Danny watched him in silence, his eyes reflecting a mix of surprise and hope. Could it be?
"I love you," Jason confessed, averting his gaze briefly before meeting Danny's eyes again. "I know this may sound sudden or even ridiculous, but I can't keep pretending we're just friends with benefits."
He paused, taking a sip of coffee as if to gather the courage to continue. "What I mean is... I want us to be something more. I want a real relationship with you. I know it's risky and it could go wrong, but I'd rather try than continue like this and never know what we could have been."
His eyes reflected a mix of fear and hope. "Do you... do you feel the same?"
Yes, Ancients, fuck yes!
He knew there was a possibility that his ghost side could hurt Jason. Nonetheless, he was also excited to be with the boy of his dreams, the man who made him sigh.
<Mine.>
So he jumped up and ran to Jason, despite being barely separated by a table. He reached out and pulled him close, lifting him with a radiant smile on his face, overwhelmed with happiness. This was the best day of his half-life.
<Mine, mine.>
"I love you too!" There was no room for argument; Danny's feelings were so pure that they easily reflected in his eyes, a look directed only at Jason. Jason's heart raced, and as a result, his face turned the same color as his helmet: red.
Jason let out a nervous laugh, his hands clutching Danny's shoulders for stability. "Really?" he asked, his voice trembling with emotion. "Is this real?"
Danny nodded, his smile widening. "Yes, it's real. You are real. We are real," he replied firmly, his words filled with conviction. "I want to be with you, Jason. No more doubts, no more games. Just you and me, together."
Jason let out a sigh of relief, his eyes shining with tears of happiness. "So, does this mean that... we're boyfriends now?" he asked with a shy smile.
Danny pulled him even closer, his lips brushing Jason's forehead in a tender gesture. "Yes, we're boyfriends. And I won't let anything or anyone come between us," he said with determination, sealing his words with a soft, tender kiss.
<Mine, mine, mine!>
The ecstasy of the moment prevented Danny from foreseeing the terrible fate that awaited him. Frostbite had warned him that ghosts are ridiculously possessive with their partners, to the point of committing madness for each other and going beyond established limits. In the devilish game of balance between madness and reason, thus began Danny's torment to repress his desires.
Well, it's not like Jason has problems with Danny's possessiveness. After all, he's also crazy about him. They are made for each other.
... -The end-...
Note: I'm sorry. I don't know English so I used Google Translate, I apologize if something is not understood.
#dead on main#dp x dc#batpham#danny phantom#dc x dp#dp x dc crossover#jason todd x danny fenton#danny fenton x jason todd#dp crossover#dp x dc prompt#dp x dc fic#dcxdp#idea prompt#Yandere(?)#possesive love#possesive yandere#possession#possessive#???
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I feel like it would be really funny if whilst Spencer was on a case somewhere he gets recognised by some people but instead of it being because he’s an fbi agent or he’s got a million phds it’s because of him being in a TikTok or YouTube video with YouTube reader and the team are just so confused cause this is before they know that she’s a YouTuber
okay so this isn't really what you asked for bc i have the team knowing about her job before they meet her (and spencer was shown on camera after she's met them), so i apologize on that front!! also i was a bit tipsy when i wrote this soooooo yeah LMAO anyway i hope you like it 🫶
cw: a fan meets spencer, slight bullying but it's all love
wc: 315
youtuber!masterlist
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Spencer, JJ, and Derek were canvassing the area for their current case when it happened. They knocked on a door, hoping to get any information possible.
They knocked on a door, and a woman in her early twenties opened it, furrowing her eyebrows with her eyes narrowing in on Spencer. “Hello?”
The three of them showed her their credentials, and Derek introduced them, “We’re agents Morgan, Jareau, and Dr. Reid. Were just going around asking–”
“Oh my God!” They all stared at her, confusion written across their faces. “You're Spencer Reid! From Y/N’s videos. You're her boyfriend!”
Spencer paled as JJ and Derek tried to hide their chuckles. Everyone figured something like this would happen at some point, and Derek was over the moon he was able to witness it firsthand. “Um, yes, yeah. But uh, we really need to get some information…”
And he hoped that was the end of the conversation, but once they were done asking questions, she promptly asked for a picture together. And who was he to deny? He certainly has never been through something like this before– someone recognizing him for something other than his scholarly achievements.
The jokes began the moment they were walking back to the SUV, and when they were back at the precinct. Derek made sure to announce to Hotch, Emily, and Rossi that “pretty boy is famous!” and of course Spencer sported a blush for the rest of the day.
When he told you what had happened your first response was to ask if he was okay, and once he gave you confirmation of that, you laughed so hard, you could barely breathe. You wanted to be there for the first time he’d get recognized, knowing he’d be so awkward about the whole thing, but hearing it from Spencer and your group chat with JJ, Emily, and Penelope was the second best thing.
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youtuber!reader taglist: @im-a-ghost666 @lyd14k4y @happiestcat @hauntedtv13 @obi-wansgirl @charismatic-writer @navs-bhat @itsleilabxtch @strabarrybat @hiireadstuff @cherrybb-ily @wietske27 @mynameiskelly @mcntsee @aremuslupinsimp @universallyblizzardlove @httpstoyosi
let me know if you would like to be added or removed!!
#spencer reid#dr spencer reid x reader#spencer reid x fem!reader#spencer reid x reader#criminal minds#youtuber!reader
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𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐍 𝐌𝐘 𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐄
𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 : billie eilish x fem!reader
𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 : Claire is best friends with billie eilish but what happens when she finds out she has a song written about their complicated relationship
𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 : alcohol
Billie was Claire’s best friend. She’s been by her side through thick and thin since birth. Finneas has watched the two grow up together and become closer each year. The girl has been there ever since Billie first released music in her bedroom. From her first song ‘Six Feet Under’ to her third album ‘Hit Me Hard And Soft’ coming out May 17th. Claire couldn’t be prouder.
She was currently getting ready to go to the release party for the album hosted by Interscope Records. She’s heard a few snippets of songs but Billie wanted her to hear the album in full along with everyone else. It wasn't like Billie to do that but Claire pushed it aside and it’s understandable since she’s not releasing any singles. The brunette was currently blow drying her hair while blasting Mac Miller from her speaker wondering about what the new music is going to sound like. After about 30 minutes and doing makeup she walked into her closet. The girl grabbed a basic tee along with some denim washed baggy skater jeans and finished off with a leather jacket and yellow lensed glasses. She grabbed her bag checking to see if she had everything with her (keys, makeup and other essentials) before heading to the friends and family listening party in LA.
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claire: Bae’s listening party is tonite.
billieeilish : ahhh so excited!
➥ claire: ily
User : so jealous! What’s ur fav?
➥ claire : i haven’t heard any yet!
User : tell billie i said hi
dominicfike: see you there
➥ claire : see ya
tarayummyy : midnight!!
It was a pain to find a place to park, she didn’t realize how many people were invited. Anxiety rushed through the girls body. So many thoughts were buzzing around ‘Who’s going to be there’ ‘How many people are there’ ‘What if I'm late’.
Her thoughts were broken as soon as she walked into the room. Billie stood there waiting to greet the girl, screaming with excitement.
“Oh my god you made it” she screeched making peoples heads turn towards them as she pulled Claire into a hug.
“I did! I wouldn’t miss it for the world!” it was the truth. Anything Billie did the girl had her full support. “Are you excited to hear the album” pulling away from the hug she stared at the girls face for 10 seconds before replying. “Of course I am! It better be good because I didn’t get an input this time" "It’s amazing! I’m going to go speak to more people. I was waiting for you to get here before I spoke to everyone else” with that Billie walked off but not before winking at the girl and flashing her a smile.
Claire looked around and spotted a bar automatically wandering over to it to grab herself a drink before going around to say hi to everyone else. She spotted Finneas talking with Claudia and one other girl who she didn’t recognise.
“Hey Claire!” The strawberry blonde boy shouted out towards her. Walking over with a drink in hand she side hugged the boy as well as Claudia. She awkwardly stood there while the other conversed in conversation before her eyes landed on Billie again watching her every move and the way she interacted with people. She was so caring and so accepting towards everyone. Claire always knew that the girl would go far with music everything about her screamed rockstar. That's what she loved about her. Everything.
The girls would both say that over time their relationship has become complicated. The two grew up spending so much time together that their friendship became more. No one knew apart from the both of them of what happened behind closed doors. However tonight that changed...
Her thoughts got cut short after hearing the feedback from the mic indicating that Billie was about to start playing her album. Finneas no longer stood next to her but instead up on the stage with his younger sister. There were blue velvet couches to match the theme of the album cover color on the floor and one on the stage which was for the two O’Connells.
“Thank you all so much for being here, this album means a lot to me. It’s different to most of the stuff I've released but this is to my third album and a new era” the girl held up her drink which was echoed by everyone else in the crowd.
The first song ‘Skinny’ played and to say Claire was in tears is an understatement. She was bawling her eyes out listening carefully to each lyric that blasted through the speaks. She related to this song more than she wanted to. Her and Billie talk about everything and she knew this one hinted to the chats you've had together late at night.
It wasn’t long until LUNCH blasted through the speakers. This was one she’s not heard before nor even been mentioned.
“I can eat that girl for lunch, yeah, she dances on my tongue, tastes like she might be the one’
Claire’s mouth was hung open. She was not expecting that opening but all she could think about was who “She” was. The girl felt jealous and she didn’t know why. Afterall her and Billie never had a label on anything.
‘Call me when you’re there, Said I bought you something rare and I left it under… Claire’
If her jaw wasn’t already touching the floor it sure is now. Some random girl sat next to her shaking her shoulders in shock. She had no idea who it was but all she could focus on was those blue eyes which were staring right back at her smirks forming on both of their lips.
‘Taste like she might be the one’ The rest of the album they didn't take their eyes off of eachother. Something felt different after hearing that song. Something clicked. Billie watched her carefully analyzing her for each song she heard. This didn’t go unnoticed by her brother who was sitting back and watching everything fall into place.
Blue was the last song on the album. Claire obviously knew this one as she was in the room when Billie first wrote it years ago. It made her feel so proud that she put this on the album knowing everyone was waiting for her. And with that the album ended. People started getting up to get more drinks from the bar and to also congratulate the 22 year old on her new release.
The curly haired girl finally found the girl after an hour giving her the biggest hug ever. Everything she did Claire admired her. In her eyes she was perfect. She always looked up to her.
“Billie… What was that?” The girl cupped the singer's face. “What was what!” Billie grabbed the other girl's hands resting on her face and dropped them down between them still holding hands. “It sounded amazing! I loved it so much, it's definitely my favorite album you’ve ever made.” The girl giggled. “AND LUNCH! C’MON NOW” Claire almost shouted which caused Billie to shush her to quiet down. “We can talk about that later at the afterparty” and with that the girl disappeared again.
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Claire: if anyone asks. The album is a work of art.
User: IM SO EXCITED! 2 HOURS NOW!
➥User: WHAT? IT’S OUT FOR ME NOW
➥User: timezones…
Oliviarodirgo : If anyone asks. I’m not okay.
➥Claire: me neither bae
User: I CANT WAIT ANY LONGER
billieeilish : whos that hottie
➥Claire: idk you tell me xoxo
➥Billeeilish : its you xoxo
Claire was stumbling around Billie’s house after a few drinks talking to random people with the new confidence buzz. As always Billie threw a party after every release to celebrate properly.
People are going round saying how good her album was, even though they weren’t at the listening party but listened at midnight.
That’s when Claire felt a tap on her shoulder. She turned around a bit too quickly, stumbling around everywhere before grabbing ahold of the person's arms in front of her. She soon realized who it was. Billie stood there asking to pull her for a chat.
“Hey” this time Billie seemed nervous to talk. Claire turned her full body towards Billie before saying “Hey.” They both just stared into eachothers eyes trying to figure out what to say until Claire broke the silence. “Is the song ‘Lunch’ about me”. All the brunette did was look at the floor. Speechless. “Obviously it is…” she then rambled on about everything until she got shut up with a kiss…
A/N : Let me know if you want part 2. I think my writing is improving. lol, let me know! Also feel free to give me plot ideas! This one is over the place. AND THIS IS BILLIES BEST ALBUM. IF ANYONE WANTS TO GET ME TICKETS TO EVERY SHOW FEEL FREE TOO. I've listened to Billie since 2017 and not seen her once but its ok. NEXT YEAR IS MY YEAR TO SEE HER.
#billie eilish#billie eilish x reader#billie eilish fanfic#hit me hard and soft#album#billie#eilish#wherestheavacados#billie eilish story#wlw
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suguru still remembers the first time he kissed you.
pt 1 || pt 2
notes: i need to swap spit with this man asap
- it was after the school year ended, in the hot, hot months of summer. the 2 of you lazed around in his room, the fan placed in front of you two in full blast, some forgettably bland pop song playing on your old portable speaker.
you were sat next to suguru, wearing nothing on top except for your pretty bra because, in your words, “we’ve known eachother for a while, and its soooo hot in hereee,” you whined, “ you won’t mind, right?” and of course he said yes, that it wouldn’t bother him. knowing him for a while didn’t rid him of his urge to stare, though, nor did it rid you of your oh, so quiet desire for him to do just that.
the two of you were conversing about some cheesy romance movie the two of you had watched the night before, nevermind the fact that he had been imagining the 2 of you in place of the main actors the whole time, imagining what it would be like to call you his, to take you out on dates, to feel the radiating warmth of your lips on his.
you didn’t even notice the shiver that went down his spine when you leaned on his shoulder. that sickeningly sweet smile on your face as you went on and on about how you would die to have a love like that, though the movie was less than mediocre, you were a hopeless romantic, after all. god, you would be the death of him. maybe he wouldn’t even mind if you were.
he could give you that, he thought, he could give you everything. but he didn’t say that though, instead opting to listening to you rant. your voice was like that of an angel and siren combined, drawing him in with its softness and light, you seemed to brighten every room you were in.
“-right suguru?…suguru? suguru! you there?” you snapped him out of his lovesick daze, lightly shaking him by the shoulders. “u-uh, yeah, im fine.” he attempts to ground himself, but your eyes are just too pretty to not get lost in, too gorgeous to not want to wander through for all of eternity.
“suguru, why do you always stare at me like that?” you ask. he’s taken aback. “like what?” he stammers out. “like you wanna take a bite out of me or something.” you respond, half joking. “im not- its just-“ he felt like his brain was short circuiting, and the non-existent gap between the both of you wasn’t helping.
you giggled at his embarrassment, and you can’t exactly put a finger on why you did what you did next, maybe the heat had you feeling a bit delirious, maybe you were just feeling extra brave, or maybe you could feel it, that tension in the ear, he could feel it too, but you leaned in and before he could realize what was going on-
-lips smashing on lips, hard and desperate at first, but then just as soft and sweet as he imagined. he was frozen at first, almost feeling like he was in a dream state, but he gradually melted into it, his arms wrapping around your back, yours wrapping around his neck, two people hopelessly in love.
you pull back for air, mind hazy, body shaking with anticipation. he does the same and you two just sit there for a bit, processing everything. your thoughts collide as the both of you start to speak. “that was-“ “-you’re so-“ “-do you-“ “-we’re not even-“, not even a couple, is what you were going to say, but you wanted to be. you needed him more than you needed to breathe.
“[name], i-“ “suguru,” you interrupt, “i want this. i want you, i want us.” you look up at him with pleading eyes that suck the breath out of his lungs. “…i know, i know.” he starts, “lets just take things easy for now, though, okay?” you nod, leaning on his chest, face hot, though you haven’t felt this airy in months, you feel like you could get used to this.
#x reader#jjk#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jjk x reader#geto jjk#suguru geto x reader#getou suguru x reader#suguru geto#getou suguru
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Hello can I request for Rafayel x Fem! reader head cannons (you may add the other guys if you think it applies). It’s sort of angsty but (imo) mainly funny.
Rafayel is making his move, trying to show that he’s genuinely interested in the reader, but to his dismay she’s not getting it. The reader is pretty dense, so at the start she genuinely doesn’t get it. Later on, as Rafayel makes it a bit more obvious, and she picks up on it, but the is in denial. It could a be mix of insecurities, and not wanting to ruin the friendship, but she’d rather assume that he’s being friendly or that he’s just like that because they’ve grown closer as friends. So now the reader is in this weird state of being both dense and in denial while Rafayel is struggling. To top it all off, I think Rafayel would especially be frustrated when he does this nice bordering romantic gesture for the reader and all he gets as a reply is “oh, thanks dude!”
I hope this is all coherent. Thank you and have a nice day!
makes perfect sense!! i love. dense object of affection failing to see affection being given to them grr
Rafayel is rich, famous, and not to mention drop dead gorgeous. He's constantly surrounded by upper society and you just somehow became lucky enough to meet him during a chance encounter and now. somehow, he considers you his closest friend. Any of those things on their own would intimidate you greatly but the fact that he has all of them together makes it hard for you to believe he'll look at you as anything other than his friend.
Rafayel however looks at you and sees the life he wishes to have more than anything. He just wants quiet afternoons with you, to ramble out whatever thoughts he has in his mind, cook and take care of you. At first he was under the impression that his feelings were subtle. He thinks he's a good actor and for the most part he is very good at concealing his feelings but when you don't respond to anything romantic that he does he first thinks he wasn't obvious enough and ups the ante. This makes him become even more obvious to everybody around the two of you except for you for whatever reason.
It's gotten bad enough that he tried to surprise you with the works. Flowers, your favourite treats, some other trinkets that made him think of you all wrapped up in a pretty basket sitting on your doorstep when you came home and yet all he got in response was a string of emojis and a very platonic thank you. He's doing his best not to rip out his hair at how dense you are, finally realising that if he doesn't tell you straight up you'll never recognise his feelings for you.
You on the other hand had noticed that he was getting more romantic with you. You'd begun observing the things he does around other people versus you, knowing that he treats you differently than others by a great margin but also refusing to attribute such behaviours with a romantic intention. After all, why would he pick you out of literally anybody in the world that he could have?
You two are spending the evening together as per usual, Rafayel insisting you come over for dinner because he's received an exceptionally fresh batch of fish tonight and you absolutely have to try some. Conversation flows easily over the sound of your cutlery against the glass and you can't help but notice the soft look in Rafayel's eyes. It's as though he's dropped all his walls just for you in this moment, cheek resting against his palm as he listens to you speak.
"You really don't know how I feel about you?"
Your eyes widen as he speaks for the first time in a while. You were going on and on about something and he was more than happy to just listen to you do so, sitting back in his chair as he crosses his arms. You decide to play more dumb, biting back the doubt in your mind that he actually means what you hope he does.
"I don't know what you're talking about," you laugh, taking another bite of the food.
"Do you really think I'd do all of this for just anybody?" he asks with a chuckle, gesturing to the table.
"I - I mean we're close friends, aren't we? That's what I thought this was," you stutter, averting his gaze.
"We've been close for a while and you told me yourself I'm your best friend. You keep people at an arm's length and you just seem so lonely I don't want to even think about anything that could ruin our friendship."
You ramble a little, Rafayel carefully considering your words as you continue give him excuse after excuse as to why he wouldn't return your feelings for him.
It doesn't take him long to get fed up, scoffing a little as he comes around the table to stand beside you. He slips his arms around your shoulders, sighing happily as he nuzzles his face into your neck.
"You're really dense, did you know that?" he says against your skin, looking up at you.
"I do so much for you and you still don't know how I feel about you," he whines a little, resting his hands on your shoulders.
"I just didn't want to get ahead of myself," you finally admit, mind spinning from how close he is to you right now.
"Well, you aren't getting ahead of yourself at all. If it takes you even more to finally believe me then I guess I can keep going."
Despite the supposed annoyance in his voice you can tell by the way he slumps against you that he's glad the two of you are finally on the same page. You can't help but press up against him closer, putting a hand on one of his and rolling your eyes playfully at his dramatics.
#love and deepspace x reader#lds x reader#l&ds x reader#rafayel x reader#rafayel love and deepspace#lads rafayel x reader
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“I can only smile like this because I have lost so much.”
Y’aaaaaaall, how excited am I that Doctor Who is finally back?! The 60th anniversary specials got me so on board for 15, and I am really so curious about how his arc is going to play out. Nunuwho, and all that. I’m here for it, I’m ready, I desperately need the distraction.
Obviously, last time we saw 15 he was getting into hijinx with his new companion Ruby over Christmas, and I appreciate that’s exactly where they picked up for the first episode.
Let’s talk about it.
Space Babies
Wherein the Doctor and Ruby end up on a space station and something is definitely wrong.
Okay so, this episode was honestly just really cute from start to finish. Babies on a space station? Running the station, rolling around in little strollers? Trying to fight the boogeyman? Fucking adorable. Was the CGI to move their mouths weird? Of course. But again, I’m totally bought into this absolutely ridiculous situation so you gotta just roll with it. It’s pretty clear that this season is going to be a lot more whimsical than they have been in the past, and that might not be some people’s thing, but oh well. I can’t drag myself away from Doctor Who, it’s become too much of me, so I really will just follow where they lead, why the eff not.
It’s also obvious they’re gonna keep leaning into the whole Timeless Child business, and I’ll go along with that too even if I was NOT a fan of the Flux because I’m interested to see what 15 is going to make of it. He was surprisingly upfront about where he was from when Ruby was grilling him, that was something that historically had to be PULLED out of the Doctor. Telling her, “the one that was adopted was the last one left” (which, isn’t he technically the first time lord also, since they basically harnessed whatever he technically is to become time lords?) And then this man actually said the word ‘genocide’ AND expressed his gratitude about the fact that he’d survived. Is the Doctor finally letting go of the guilt he felt over that entire absolutely insane situation? 15 really is all about that emotional growth. You love to see it.
Bypassing the ridiculousness that is a monster made out of straight up baby BOOGERS, I also thought it was interesting that they let that creature live. I’m not sure 10 would have. But again, the whole ‘the only one of my kind’ thing. Adopting the forgotten. Saving everybody, for once.
Basically, the whole thing was pure fluff. And I like that sometimes. Cute first official adventure. Even though I gotta say I was surprised he gave Ruby a key like, fucking immediately. 15 really is going all in on those human emotions. It’s gonna get him in trouble, gang…
The Devil’s Chord
Wherein Ruby makes a request for where she’d like to go, and they land in 1963, but again, something is definitely off.
OKAY so, here’s the thing about this episode. Asking to see The Beatles recording their first album is a DIRECT LINE to my heart. Ruby talking about listening to records with her aunt - that’s me with my dad. And it’s absolutely what I would suggest. I enjoyed that he said everyone asks about the Titanic (I would too, eventually) but this girl got her priorities right.
And I loved how he reacted to it. Pure fucking joy, 15. And the little vignette with them getting dressed up and strutting through the fucking TARDIS, yelling “I’ve got wigs galore!” And then being so absolutely excited about landing basically on the cross walk of Abbey Road. Just, all of it. Pulling all kinds of strings for me. I can’t even.
I can also appreciate how they got around not being able to utilize actual Beatles music - music is dying! Music is gone! John and Paul singing about having a dog; “my dog is alive, he’s not dead … he’s not your dog, if you want a dog get your own.” I loved the surprise of it, how absolutely absurd.
The conversations that Ruby and The Doctor have with Paul and John too…the whole episode is a love letter to music, and I love that. 15 says something like “songs that lift you and devastate you and-and make you soar…” and shit, that’s exactly what it is (I say, as I continue to cry through The Tortured Poet’s Department).
John saying “why do I wake up crying?” ugh. The whole fucking thing. As someone whose life has always revolved around music in some way or another, the thought of losing it really is mind melting. All the feels.
All that to say - the Maestro. Damn, gang. Hard fucking whimsy, I see. And what an absolute psychopath. In a creepy, good, but also terrible way. What the fuck was that?
The point being now we know a little bit what they’re up against - because 14 played a game at the end of the universe, they apparently let gods from the Pantheon into the universe. So now we’re less about aliens, and more about forces The Doctor really shouldn’t be fucking with, but is going to anyway. Because he caused it, after all. And the devastation he had when he realized that - 15 feels so much, so hard. Gonna hit the entire emotional spectrum with this one, which is so not a Doctor thing, and I will enjoy the entire ride.
There were so many good moments in this one - Ruby playing the piano on the roof, or when she was trussed up in musical notes and just started emitting Christmas music - and that’s the other thing, the Maestro saying “this creature is very wrong.” Girl, what are you? I love the companion backstories, I really do.
Oh AND The Doctor declaring they had to hide, at one point. My dude is realizing his limitations. 14 wondering what he was underneath all of the gadgets and the time machine really sunk in. And then him talking about how his soul was ripped in half? Jesus. Growth, growth, growth.
Someone might as well get the emotional epiphanies I should probably be having. It counts if I watch someone else go through it, right?
There’s too much to say about this one. I loved it, even if I did think the last musical number was almost a bridge too far. But, I’m already on this train, so I’m giving up on clinging to expectations.
Boom
Wherein the two of them land on a planet that’s clearly at war but maybe it’s not all that they think it is.
This one is definitely more classic Doctor Who - immediately they’re in danger and it just ramps and ramps and ramps the entire episode and you can never really relax. I love those. This episode is basically all stakes.
Doctor standing on a landmine? Check. Ruby valiantly trying to help but most likely is going to make it worse but does it anyway? Yes. Post-apocalyptic “ambulances” wandering the battlefield killing people if they’re injured instead of actually helping them because an algorithm decided it? Of course.
I feel like a lot of shows lately have been trying to lecture me about the danger of AI (I’m looking at you, Murder At The End of The World, which was so terrible I didn’t even bother writing it up) and I’ve been like ‘yeah yeah I get it jesus’ but I think they did a solid job of it in this one. Capitalism and AI together is honestly a worrying combination, and they got me with this plot.
Essentially, 15 is trapped on a landmine that immolate whomever it ensnares basically, turning him into a giant bomb which isn’t great because as we know he’s a big ol’ space-time event and he needs to get out of it but then the daughter of a soldier we saw killed by the ambulance shows up and then another soldier coming after the kid and things just go haywire.
The point is, AI is running everything because war has become an industry (more than it already is) and the algorithm is forcing casualties in a war that literally doesn’t exist and everything is kind of terrible but the Doctor manages to talk his way out of it sort of, by connecting to a projection about being a father and protecting their kids always and forever, no matter the form they’re in.
It’s kind of sweet that they’re letting 15 talk more about his long, long life - in the previous episode he mentioned his granddaughter and when Ruby asked if he had kids he said something like “did have, will have” and then at the end he tells the child he’ll be back to check on them and that “fish fingers and custard” is his favorite which obviously made me squee and I just really appreciate that he’s more…integrated? It’s always felt like they worked so hard to make sure they’re all different and of course they are, but they’re all The Doctor and I want that thread of all of the things that have come before.
Also, Ruby again with the weirdness, making it snow after she gets shot accidentally and then grabbed by the ambulance, basically dying on the ground. Girl is complicated. Gimme that backstory!
The other thing I really enjoyed was the mockery of “thoughts and prayers”. Fuck people who hide behind that. Fuck corporations that hide behind that. The Doctor’s not taking your shit, and neither should we.
All that to say, all three of these episodes were ridiculous in their own ways, and I’m about it. So far, 15 is 1000000% his own thing and I love it even if it is fairly far off the beaten path for Doctor Who and I’m excited to see where else he’ll take us.
Like he said, “There's hardly any time that we're not dead. Which is a good thing, too. We've got to keep the pace up.”
#what g's watching#doctor who spoilers#doctor who#fifteenth doctor#the devil's chord#space babies#ncuti gatwa#doctor who boom
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random au thoughts i have while playing video games part 1.
Some Stardew Valley Rise au future Donatello and Farmer reader thoughts I had while playing Stardew Valley.
gonna make a part to of some fluff headcanons soon!
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imagining future Donatello working as a mechanic in town while working part-time at the local library and museum. he enjoys his work, the peace Pelican Town brings him. loving the joy he finds in his hobbies and his work there.
he has won the fall fair competition for best invention at least ten times in a row (and he is incredibly smug about it)
farmer reader has recently gotten settled into their farm. happily tending to their crops and the plants they keep in the greenhouse they repaired. happily giving each of the cows, goats, chickens and ducks their morning/afternoon cuddles after breakfast.
they come into town to get ingredients to make some nice blueberry muffins for lunch or to go to the local library for some good books to read by the fire at the end of a long day with their trusty fluffy companion by their side.
eventually, right after they accidentally break their tractor, they decide to pay a visit to the local mechanic. Donatello.
when they visit Donnie is in the middle of working on a more advanced telescope to go stargazing with.
when he looks up he spots reader looking at the inventions displayed around his shop. watching the way their eyes sparkle as they gaze at the details he's put into his work or how they murmur to themselves about how incredible the craftsmanship is.
he doesn't know why, nor does he admit it at first, but he can't help but feel this fluttering in his heart. this warmth blooming within his chest he can't quite place.
he brushes it off for now and just calls reader over to take a look at the part that got broken off their tractor.
reader greets him with a warm friendly smile (even more friendly than the ones the people of Pelican town would give oh my god-) as they sit the part on the counter. shyly rubbing the back of their neck as they explain the situation.
the whole time he is fixing the part, reader is watching and listening to everything he has to say. watching the way his hands skillfully shaped the metal and how he rambled happily about the condition the part was despite the damage.
it makes reader smile. a softer smile. one of admiration.
even when the part is finished, reader sticks around for a little while longer. asking If he'd like any help moving some things around or asking questions about all the inventions he's made.
normally this would annoy him. After all, he has to work. he has to make sure things get done properly. yet this time...he isn't. In fact, he welcomes it.
eventually reader has to leave, but that doesn't stop them from visiting him each day.
every time they always bring him things fresh from their farm. a basket of fresh veggies from their garden, a knitted scarf they made themselves and dyed purple, homemade jams & meals for him etc.
Donnie is flustered at first but of course, returns the favor. giving readers farm new sprinklers that help with watering and keeping their plants healthy, and a belt that has multiple pockets that can keep their tools organized-heck he even makes a device that reader can use to call him to get them out of the mine.
with each gift. with each visit. each conversation-that fluttering only grows stronger within his heart.
until one night it hits him.
he's in love.
it all makes sense to him now. how they both would shy from each other's gaze when their hands brushed together. how their faces would flush when Donnie would carry Reader out of the mines to Harvey in town, the way they would glance at each other softly while they sat on readers front porch watching the sunset-
yep. yep. yep-hes in love.
and his brain is absolutely spinning at the idea of being able to...confess his feelings to reader.
the next morning, or rather around lunchtime-reader finds a lovely written letter from Donnie. asking them to come meet him in the mountains near the train station at around seven or eight.
reader of course, can't help but feel their own heart racing when they finish reading and it. managing to finish all their work by the time they make their way over to the designated meeting spot.
He's waiting there of course. this soft but nervous smile on his face. dressed in his best yet comfortable clothes wearing the scarf they gave him and standing next to the telescope he'd been working on since the day he met them.
most of the night is spent gazing at the stars. rambling on about things until they're both smiling brightly.
and when everything goes quiet. they just look at each other beneath the moonlight. this softness in the air…before Donnie takes a deep breath and just says what's on his mind.
holding reader's face in his hands as he confesses how they make his heart soar with their lovely smile. how their laugh makes his cheeks burn and the warmth of their lovely personality brings him a joy he hadn't felt in years he considers them to be his starlight. his other half, his friend, and his inspiration all at the same time.
reader is just floored-yet their heart is soaring at his words.
donatello is, of course, nervous at first-did he mess it up? was it too much? did he over plan this? was it cheesy? gosh he messed up-
it isn't until he sees this soft yet cheerful smile on their face and how their hands squeeze that he relaxes.
reader just slowly tips their sun hat up, gently tracing hearts on his hands as a quick heads up to him before they lean in for a soft kiss. murmuring softly, "If I'm your starlight, then you must be my moon..right?"
he had never wrapped his arms around reader so fast. He is so so happy. They are both laughing. peppering kisses across each other's faces. trying not to cry as they look into each other's eyes.
the telescope he put so much care and work into reflecting both farmer and inventor happily cuddled up side by side. moonlight and starlight shining down upon them.
#hehehe was listening to so many cottagecore playlists writing this omg-#i may ramble more about this#rottmnt#rise of the tmnt#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles#rottmnt donnie#rottmnt future donnie#future donatello#future donatello x reader#stardew valley au
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Audio Drama Sunday - 19th May ✨
I have had my heart ripped out through my ears this week by certain shows *cough* Small Victories *cough* but here’s everything I listened to!
👻 @tellnotalespod (S2E10) these ghosties may be incorporeal but the chemistry between them sure isn’t!! I loved hearing Leo find a role that they feel fits them but found myself burying my head in my hands again as they continue to be manipulated by Frank. I love that it’s been written so that there’s definitely something suspicious going on but you can’t quite put your finger on what it is exactly. It’s so much more like real life than if Frank was just obviously rotten and if (when) he reveals himself to be a rat bastard, I hope it helps people examine their own relationships with people who might be manipulating them!
🌲 @hellofromthehallowoods (152) Clem 😭 I hate that even as a listener I compare her to Riot but her sense of humour in the face of being pretty much ripped to shreds is SO much like Riot 😩
And, oh. Oh, Raj. Maybe he hasn’t made a covenant with Syrensyr …. maybe the real eldritch power was grief all along. This killed me.
I’m hoping at some point (either in the canon or as a bonus) we get to hear the Nikignik/Marolmar conversation in its entirety from start to finish. I love getting snippets but I also want to hear it in full!!
🧳 Travelling Light @monstrousproductions (22) ooooh I do love a spooky tale and would happily listen to an entire series set in the world of this story!
🏛 @the-mistholme-museum (TRANQUIL) What a lovely ending to an astounding show. It’s so comforting to know that, at the end of everything, there will still be stories 🥺💙
🖥️ The Magnus Protocol (16) Poor Alice ☹️ I really enjoyed the multimedia additions in this episode, it made it so much more entertaining to listen to!!
🍎 @notquitedeadpod (XXXVIII) Oh lord. Maybe Casper isn’t the angel we assumed him to be 😩 I literally didn’t trust Neige at all when he was first introduced but, god, I am so soft for him now. If it turns out that he’s the one manipulating Alfie I’m going to lose it. What on earth are they going to do with Casper now??
🌞 Small Victories by @wgc-productions (2.05-2.07) oh my GOD!! Marisol!!! I can’t even believe what has happened in my ears. CHRIST. I think what hurts the most is that it actually took zero effort for her to find the oxy in the end - she was REALLY stopping herself 😭 she could have taken it at any time and didn’t. Sometimes it’s hard to believe this show has been written and acted, the writing and performances are so spot on that it feels like real life!
^ So I wrote this and then finished off the rest of the season and OH MY GOD!!!!!!! Shit, man. I completely didn’t even realise who ‘The Host’ was until she apologised to him at the start of the last episode 😭 don’t do this to me, I’m too fragile 😭 ugh, it’s all just too much. I need season three right now.
Please, everyone go listen to Small Victories!!
And if you're having a generous audio drama Sunday, Stories from Ylemore by @itmeblog is crowdfunding and you should support them!!
#audio drama sunday#tell no tales#hfth spoilers#the mistholme museum of mystery morbidity and mortality#travelling light#small victories#not quite dead#tmagp spoilers#stories from ylelmore
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fave con pics :] plz no rb I just want to show!
#you get tiny versions because Dear God Don't Perceive Me#but also Look Look !#cosplay#oh i had some lovely conversations with people...#so many photos holy fuck i felt popular lol#got stopped 3 times in a row while walking to a panel TTvTT#i've never been to a con in cosplay that isn't half-closet before#it's so !! $@$!@! ! ! %!#i love fandom i love fandom i love fandom i love fandom#i wanna build more cosplays woo woo#my other dream cosplay is edelgard but that's Advanced and i will def need more than a week LOL#i got a friend with access to a large-format 3d printer so i might try printing mask for better symmetry & smoothness. also it was heavy rip#scab on my jaw from where the edge was rubbing LOL#(silk is real silk that was important to me)#(you can't quite tell but mantle is brocade and has spider lilies on it) (very lucky find)#outfit feels divine and honestly once i clean it up a little i could wear it on its own if i feel like being fancy.#in the second photo that wall was like 10ft tall and security yelled at me for climbing up there lmaoo#been Very Busy about to get even more Very Busy#i am currently (should be currently) packing to move#going to live in the forest for a few months. online availability will be ? ? ? ? ? ? no idea if i will have wifi or even electricity!#shoutout to the fellow congoers waiting in the train station who roused me from my slumber when i was trying to take a nap#and talked to me for like an hour while we waited for our respective trains#i enjoy the con experience of barely eating or sleeping all weekend and feeling fine then crashing once it ends and there is no more hype#Exploring my extroverted side? ò_ó#GAHH BYE I NEED TO ORGANIZE EVERYTHING I OWN INTO BOXES. FML.
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i think the funniest neal relationship is when he's dating sara because 90% of it is 'we both like to be dressed to the nines at all hours of the day and night, we should fuck about it' and the instant they have any disagreement whatsoever they're like oh right our expensive and impractical taste in clothing is the only thing we have in common
#she was like oh i want adventure so i will date a conman...wait not this much! babe stop doing art crime and just be theoretically bad!#hes like oh i have absolutely 100% moved on from the late great One Real Relationship ive ever had in my life i'm fine we're fine it's fine#sara doesn't think lunch counts as a date and he never thinks to plan real dates because he more or less counts all time spent together#and their relationship STARTS while El is telling sara how much better her and peter's lives are for having neal in them#and sara's like 'well what if i don't trust him' and El's like 'git gud i guess. i trust him with my life'#and the parallel conversation is peter gushing about how lucky in love he's been and neal going :( i dont think that's me :(#and peter going oh you just have to give it time :) you just need the right people :) you got this :)#like sara's cool but the two of them were doomed from the start as any sort of romantic partners#we did get some great leyendecker-esque scenes out of them posing in clothes though. so that was cool#white collar#q
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When talking about abuse, please be critical of the idea that abusers abuse because of fate, Scary Mental Disorders, their victims being bad/uncooperative, or because they "can't help it."
What may sound like an explanation for abuse to you honestly just sounds like justification and qualifications for abuse.
#mental health#mental health advocacy#abuse#abuse tw#abuse apologia#not sure if i specifically talked about this but now i am because this is Bothering me#like i'll talk about my stories about abuse and i just hate when the conversation is led to 'oh that was fate!!' or whatever#like i do think that that person wanted to comfort me but it just... sounded like taking the blame off of my abusers#and it just seemed to me like there was discomfort around saying 'those people harmed you. they had no right to do that'#i think some people have a very hard time with admitting that humans can be horrific to each other...#...and then admitting that somebody you *love* was in that position of being mistreated...#...but i don't think that makes downplaying abuse/the experiences of survivors right...#...because that is essentially putting in earplugs and going 'I CANT HEAR YOU THIS MAKES ME UNCOMFORTABLE'
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Productivity
ENTJ: Do you know those moments when you’ve got so much to do that you have no idea where to even start and so you start making a list of things that are too unimportant to waste your time on right now? But at the same time you’re wasting time by not working on the things that actually are important. You’re just making lists of all the tiny aspects of your work that you can throw out just to make yourself feel like you’re doing something.
INFJ: No, I don’t know those moments. I’m less productive, you see. When I’m overwhelmed by all the stuff I have to do, I panic and stare at the wall for three hours.
ENTJ: You’ve been doing that a lot lately, haven’t you?
INFJ: ... yes.
#i feel like it has to be said that we only had this conversation because entj didn't have the motivation to work anymore today#so he came to my office to make me procrastinate with him together for an hour and then he left to do the same to our estj co-worker#he's such an idiot i love talking to him#every time i meet another NJ (which happens like once every 100 years) i slightly lose it a little#because talking to someone else with Ni is like suddenly being allowed to breathe#suddenly there's someone who actually speaks your language and there's never just one second of silence because there's so much to say!!#(is that how people with more common functions get to feel frequently? like SPs meeting other SPs? SJs meeting SJs?)#also it's very funny to be on the receiving end of the Ni stare because all of us NJs do that#so whenever you see two (not romantically involved) people just staring at each other's eyes for two hours you've found two NJs#my intj brother has a problem with eye contact actually but he STILL DOES THIS just not when you're looking too#this has nothing to do with the post but you know me#maybe i'll do a more elaborate post about the ni stare at some point#also i'm gonna post the list with the writer interviews very soon took a bit longer than i had anticipated and i still only have one isfp#but oh well what can you do#mbti#mbti conversations#entj#infj
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