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vantaesfairie · 8 months

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𝔭𝔦𝔠𝔨 𝔞 𝔠𝔞𝔯𝔡 𝔠𝔬𝔩𝔩𝔞𝔟 : 𝔴𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔞𝔟𝔬𝔲𝔱 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔴𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔞𝔱𝔱𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔱 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔣𝔲𝔱𝔲𝔯𝔢 𝔰𝔭𝔬𝔲𝔰𝔢

atlty’s tarot readings - dm for paid readings and prices!

this is my second tumblr tarot collab ateez version with the wonderful @hongjoongsmuse !!! go check out their blog and reblog too!

choose a picture below:

dear god this tumblr formatting has me going nuts it took me so long to piece these photos together on the web :( before anybody accuses us of not being ot8 there's mingi and jongho at the end :)

pile 1, yunho @vantaesfairie

your fs will like the fact that you always fight for what you think is right (if you're in the right ofc) and your perseverance. if you face your challenges head on and be more endurable to difficulties, it will bring your fs along as your own inner strength is developing. similarly to the seonghwa pile, being on 'higher ground' will help a lot. your fs will also be attracted to your queen energy. if you are a feminine, this is what you want to nurture and work on. they will love the way you are abundant in yourself and the way you connect with nature. they may also be an animal lover / like hiking or camping. the more 'mother' you are the better in this case. they also appreciate the way you think quickly and cleverly. other than being beautiful you need brains. they may be attracted to your hair / hair accessories / dress (or some clothes like a dress). they are attracted to your independent thinking and the way you communicate with others in a group setting. you may want to work on your knowledge and be more direct and candid about your opinions when others need your leadership. if you work on your inner strength, tap into your feminine energy and work on being more perceptive towards others, your fs will be attracted to you.

pile 2, seonghwa @vantaesfairie

your fs may be attracted to your status. you can attract your fs by being more financially independent as well as professional career wise. the more you rise up in your career hierarchy the more likely it is. if you want a provider person, you need to be a provider to yourself first in order to let go of that energy of loss. your youthful spirit and lightheartedness will help a lot a lot. if you have an rbf, try to surround yourself with people or things you like and relax with strangers. tapping into your 'cute', or 'childish' side will help a lot. if you are creative, start making art as you can manifest through art. they may love watching your art. when you have gone through such spiritual changes you will realize intuitive signs about your fs in your daily life more and more. you also have to be prepared for change as your fs may be coming in hot when they are attracted to said playful new infatuation energy. your passion for life and fire-sign like attitude to working and growing may attract them to you faster. overall, your material success, zest for life, artistic side, and perhaps travelling will help you attract your fs.

pile 3, san @vantaesfairie

i think your fs likes gold and wealth lol they might like bling luxury brands too just from the card imagery. your fs may like the way you talk, your voice is alluring. they like your leadership. you may want to work on your group communication or public speaking skills as they will be listening to you intently. you also have to give an aura of 'i am the best option out of all options you have but i don't really need you, you need me'. you have to shine amongst your peers. your fs may like the way you daydream or have goals that you are working towards. they like how realistic you are even towards 'unrealistic / dreamy' goals. they may like it more if you wear gold / yellow. they like the way you are charismatic and have a strong friendly energy like sagittarius. they like how enthusiastic you are. you should work towards trying to inspire others with your work and fashion, as well as being more independent and extroverted. in general, your fs will be attracted to your voice and assurance in speaking, your leadership, goal setting, strong social butterfly (but not too much) vibe.

pile 4, yeosang @hongjoongsmuse

yeosang's pile suggests that despite your many trials and tribulations, your future spouse will admire your determination and optimism for a better future. instead of letting things get you down, your ability to get back up and take another step forward is seriously impressive. they could also respect that in times of uncertainty, you can take accountability and work towards finding a solution. you have come a long way, and it looks like they'll be well aware of that. they could be very proud of your achievements and could continue to support you through anything. this may be someone you already know, or someone you will be friends with first. to get there, please be more forgiving of yourself, and hang in there, my love! things will get better.

the fool, the sun, 2 of swords, 8 of swords, 6 of wands, 8 of pentacles. rider-waite.

pile 5, hongjoong @hongjoongsmuse

hongjoong's pile suggests your fs might like be attracted to your warm, empathetic and friendly nature. they could find you enchanting, carefree and charming, yet a little whimsical and mysterious. they could admire you for your stability and for being "well put together", perhaps due to being very well dressed and financially stable. they could admire your poise and how you plan your sentences. to them, you could feel like a soulmate, and could have this sense of familiarity. they may see you as someone they would like to work together with to build a connection (instead of having to "win your heart") - a connection filled with love and cherish. to get to this point, consider continuing your studies, as your job seems quite influential and intellectual. the tarot also suggests keeping an open mind, and to be mindful of your words and those around you. try not to worry too much about what other people might think, as being who you are is the best self you could ever be.

queen of cups, 2 of cups, 3 of pentacles, 9 of pentacles, 4 of wands. rider-waite.

pile 6, wooyoung @hongjoongsmuse

our lovely wooyo suggests that your future spouse could admire you for your maturity and care for other people - falling for the heart, the soul - and especially the mind. you could end up being an inspiration to them, and they could often turn to your for support because they trust you more than anything. you could end up being their safe place. as mentioned, your mind could be something they love in particular. your open mindedness, your great advice and your ability to remain unbiased and rational, and perhaps a sense of authority and leadership? as a result of these traits, they could respect your stability, especially with finances and relationships. a good support system and nice flow of income could be very appealing, but of course - they wouldn't use you for it. more so, they could find it admirable, and could even aspire to be like you. if you haven't already, consider furthering your studies, and approach topics with a more objective view.

the empress, justice, king of swords, king of pentacles. rider-waite.

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lockefanfic · 1 year

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I'm back, and:

I'll get to all the asks in my inbox soon!

I'll get back to writing soon (tm)

I have finished Persona 5, and I have (spoiler warning) 10 thoughts after the break.

So for context, I played and finished Persona 5 Royal on PC. I ended up putting 95 hours into it, beating the main storyline and doing a good amount of the Mementos quests/confidant storylines, but I didn't do the third semester (more on that later). Thoughts:

What a game. I'm a pretty big JRPG guy, and this ranks up there in my top 5 of all time. Easily. Great characters, great storyline (albeit with what I thought was some filler towards the end of the game), really fun (if basic) battle system. And it's easily the most stylish JRPG I've ever played, and a lot of that has to do with the comic-style UI and god-tier soundtrack. Loved the game, loved the characters. After I finished it, I felt like I was saying goodbye to legit friends I'd come to know pretty well over the past couple of weeks.

Makoto best girl, don't @ me. Sorry Kasumi/Sumire. Makoto was the real Phantom Thief, cuz she infiltrated my palace and stole my heart. I legit awwww-ed at a couple of points in her romance. Hifumi close third place behind Makoto and Kasumi/Sumire.

I didn't do the third semester because how the fuck was I supposed to know you had to max out Maruki's confidant level just to unlock it? I went into this playthrough blind, and Maruki was always kind of sus (I kind of assumed he and Akechi he'd end up being a big bad and I guess I was half-right), but I had no idea that a whole 20+ hours of the game was locked behind his confidant level. By the time I realized it, I was already long past the date he left the school, and there was no way I was going to re-play 80+ hours just to unlock the third semester. Bah. I think it's crazy that they would lock most of the new content behind a pretty random confidant that you can easily pay zero attention to. Shame, because Kasumi/Sumire and Akechi are locked to the third semester and Kasumi/Sumire might've had a better chance of becoming best girl if, y'know, she could actually join my party permanently.

Was Haru even a character? I'm pretty sure some of the lesser non-party confidants got more screentime and background than she did. I didn't use her much either, because Makoto, Ann, and even Futaba were more interesting characters. How adorable (and relatable) is Futaba lol. When she called Mishima an NPC I legit laughed out loud. She destroyed him.

And on the topic of Okumuras, fuck you Okumura boss battle. It was the one part of the game where I had to turn the difficulty down.

WHY COULDN'T I ROMANCE SAE edit: for god's sake I could romance my homeroom teacher but not her? c'mon.

I watched a video about how the characters are much more comfortable in the Metaverse instead of the real world, and damn, it really resonated with me. This game had a lot to say about masks and social/societal pressure and hierarchy and things like that, and I found myself saying damn, that's so true more times than I could count. A large part of why I grew so attached to the characters and their struggles was because in a lot of ways, I saw myself in them.

Loved how real and accurate Tokyo (and the in-game world) was. Loved the references to popular chains, specific streets, and small things like brand names. I giggled irl at the nerds walking around in Akihabara with their bags of merch until I realized I've been those nerds a few times and then I got semi-offended, lol.

Akechi was sus from the start. I mean, was anyone actually surprised when he did the heel turn? At least he had his anime last stand, even if the team went from "you betrayed us you asshole" to "omg akechi nooooo what a noble sacrifice sadface" pretty quickly.

This was my first Persona game and the entire calendar/time cycles were really interesting. The other games have a similar system, right? Should I bother playing Persona 4 or just wait for Persona 6? Is Persona 5 Strikers any good?

Anyway, that concludes my little hiatus from Tumblr. I have a few things on the go irl so I probably won't be as active on here as I was previously, but I'll always be around, even if I'm not posting every day like I used to.

I'm going to be hopefully finishing up a couple of fics I've started, and I've come up with a few ideas for some sequels/new fics (Gaeul sequel because I'm an IVE fan now), so stay tuned.

Love you all, and hope you're all being excellent to yourselves and to each other. <3

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transmutationisms · 1 year

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sudoku classism is so interesting to me because in my country crosswords are a thing grandma does on a train station and sudokos are a little more respected (because grandmas usually dont know the rules and you dont need to know rules to do crosswords). also usually our crosswords are easy idk ive tried doing english crosswords and it’s some c2 language proficiency stuff😭

yeah there's certainly no actual grounding to sudoku being any 'easier'---it's just a different skillset that's required. a sudoku designed to be challenging requires complex logic, whereas a crossword can look sort of hacky in comparison if it comes down to, like, how many actors' names you know lol. and like i said, in america a lot of the disdain for sudoku is racialised and also coming from a specific segment of like, nyt intelligentsia who wants to culturally differentiate themselves from some imagined technocrat class 😭

the difficulty of a crossword puzzle depends both on its fill (the letters in the grid) and on its clueing. a puzzle clued 'straight' (definitions of words, direct trivia) will be a lot easier than one clued with a lot of wordplay, clues that cross-reference one another, or a particularly complicated theme or metapuzzle. so within the crosswording world there's also a lot of internal hierarchy lol. like, people who religiously do the saturday in the new york times look down on people who only do the sunday in the washington post, or god forbid just do usatoday. new yorker is more erudite. and construction-wise, grids with a higher percentage of shaded squares or 3-letter answers are easier and therefore legacy media submission guidelines usually limit these things lol.

anyway my point is just that american crosswords are made exclusive and highbrow on purpose, and people who think solving crosswords makes them smart usually don't realise how much they're just using "smart" to mean "part of the narrow reader demographic being targeted by this publication." also there are tricks you pick up by doing a lot of crosswords, and certain words that show up in crosswords and nowhere else (smee). down with crossword superiority complexes or whatever

#crosswordposting

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bentosandbox · 2 years

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(this isnt an ask…. sorry I’m shy so I’m just gonna drop it here if u don’t mind……..) After reading ur chen and the summer event blog, I could say I’m 100% agree. Like they clearly showed that Chen knew about how complicated the society can be and what she should and shouldn’t do back in her days working in lungmen, that was mentioned in her oprec which was released like 6 months after summer event??? Does her file imply that hoshi doesn’t know chen that well or just writers messing up big time. Oh and, they seem to never stop messing up her arts whenever there’s new clothes for chen lmao. Hopefully they do sth about chen as a character or just bring back the chen we know with Victoria arc 😔

idm using the askbox like this so no worries 👍 my copium is that the guard oprec was to repair the damage done by the summer lore lmao. somehow. and

hoshi doesn’t know chen that well

YEAH SO...... that's kinda what I think too...sorry if i've ever talked about this before somewhere maybe it was in a cc response LOL idk helium balloon brain.jpg) but the ch7 fight did solidify my reading of their relationship as one that seems pretty close and equal on the outside but then surprise! not really

they seem super tight/besties on the outside but there's like a wall that they don't cross (eg. chen never telling hoshi she was infected and slinking off to emo on her own in the oprec < have been thinking too much about this lately LOL....... especially after hoshi's module came out too, they both seem to have the trait to just prefer to stew in their difficulties alone

they say the both of them have been working so long that there is no sense of power hierarchy between the both of them (EN ver is something about there's no line between them or something iirc) but then like, ch7 happened and uhhhh basically im trying to say I really liked the JP script of the part where hoshi says 'why don't you show me what you've learnt in the last 2 years, Lady Chen' like woww she's so patronising here(i don't think she has been like this anywhere else...?) i don't think it was said lightly either because after they fought she was like 'wow i cant believe you actually cut me' like there was a (perceived and actual)power difference after all...just not in the way people thought

re:outfits yeah idk what her (art)dad is doing lol😣😣😣😣😣 i mean at least the design this time is decent(aside from the tie outside of the horrible vest what on terra) hope 3.5 has something for her i'm kinda tired of being strung along the little crumbs in the story chapters haha (despite the fun chen and bagpipe adventures) though at least it seems like she's going to have a confrontation with a certain mint cat soon so i hope we have something good there

#bentotexto #bentoask

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imaginarydragonling · 2 years

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11 (i know you're a ruthless killer, i just want to know if you grieve for them as much as i do lol) and 17 (your followers deserve to know!) <3

11. Do you believe in the old advice to “kill your darlings?” Are you a ruthless darling assassin? What happens to the darlings you murder? Do you have a darling graveyard? Do you grieve?

Regarding the advice to “kill your darlings,” Yes and No? I thought I did, but I'm not sure that I really understand why or where that advice is cing from so... Maybe? But if I can slap a wig and dress up/down my darling so that it stays in a story, isn't that even better?

Well, when it comes to self-editing, I tend to have a hoarder mentality and have difficulty outright deleting anything 😅 Having a darling graveyard has helped for sure. My graveyards are piled with bodies at the end of each chapter. And when I'm doing a final edit, they get transferred to a new doc and left to rest there.

This all helps me actually edit and I feel like I never have to grieve because hey! My darlings didn't die! They're just...taking a vacation in another doc! Sure they're kind of stuck at the airport, and I've rarely ever gone back and picked them out of purgatory....but it's not like they're actually dead and gone. Right?

17. Talk to me about the minutiae of your current WIP. Tell me about the lore, the history, the detail, the things that won’t make it in the text.

I might have told you this before, but here is a rough picture of the socio-economics of AoKi longfic which roughly follows Georgian society outlined here.

More detail under the Read More because it got long 😅🤣

Upperclass / Aristocrats / Nobility

Holds most of the wealth.

Gentry class with gentleman and lady titles conferred by birth. Elite of the elite is the ruling family, which is Kise's family in Kaijou.

They are landlords or administrators (i.e. judges, lawyers, military officers, etc.) Because they don't really have to work, they can also pursue passions like art and music, which Kise's sisters do.

Middle-class / Bourgeois

There's a little bit of a split. Upper middle class are successful business owners and if they are ambitious and well connected enough, sometimes push to begin mingling with the Upperclass.

Very skilled artisans are also part of the upper middle class. If they are good enough and lucky enough, they can be sponsored by someone from the nobility, which is what Kise pretended happened to his father when he presented himself as Kimura.

Servants and staff for the nobility also consider themselves upper middle class, but that may be more of a self-aggrandizing view than widely accepted perception.

Middle or lower middle class are those who have relatively stable jobs requiring specialized skills and who do not need to work menial jobs. They can be shopkeepers, wait staff, government workers, doctors, and teachers.

Kuroko's family are middle class.

Lower class / Proletariat

The largest class by population.

Considered unskilled, uncultured, and uneducated, they are looked down upon by the other classes.

They work as day labourers, fishermen, farmers, etc and are concerned with making ends meet. They take undesirable or low paying jobs and eke out a living any way they can.

Social mobility is slow to non-existent, and while climbing social ranks to the lower middle class is possible, it is far more common for someone from the middle class to slip down into the lower class.

Aomine and Momoi are at the bottom of this hierarchy.

Weird questions for writers

#asked and answered #weird questions for writers #wip #writing #longfic #worldbuilding #aokise #well that got long :D #sorry it took so long for me to answer #but it was fun to write things out in detail for question 17!#thanks so much for asking!#mygeekcorner

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shrimpmandan · 10 months

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Hey I just wanted to say that I relate a lot to your personal post about being confused about romance. It’s pretty refreshing seeing someone else have the same “issues” as me!

I imagine it’s partially because of neurodivergency and trauma, as you said, but I’ve always had that same difficulty connecting to people. Crushes were always faked, people are easily cut out of my life if I decide they’re “not worth the effort”, I’m convinced I cannot feel the physical emotion of love in any form. Hell, even as a 7 year old I recognized that I felt no connection to my family members. “I love you” always becomes a meaningless phrase - especially since it is/was often used by manipulative family members and past partners.

I haven’t labeled myself as aromantic - the split attraction model honestly just confuses my tiny brain way too much - but I imagine it would fit me. Really it’s up to you if you’d use it for yourself.

In my life, I’ve kinda decided on my own definition of “love”, based on qualities that have been lacking in all the previous, abusive relationships in my life (both familial and romantic). Love doesn’t have to be a feeling or a bouquet of roses or a candlelit dinner. Sometimes, love is just enjoying spending time with someone, and being enthusiastically willing to spend the rest of time with that someone. This goes for both platonic relationships and romantic relationships btw.

My current boyfriend knows if all my neurodivergency and trauma troubles, and understands my unusual lack of certain emotions, including that of love. He loves much more passionately than me, since he’s neither ND nor nearly as traumatized as me - he still considers himself in a “honeymoon phase” even after ~5 years, he loves the usual NT romantic flair of roses and gifts and fancy dinners, and he seemingly never lost that “spark” for me. On the opposite end, I lost the “spark” a long time ago, I hate/can’t understand the cliche concept of romantic love, and I usually have to ask how long we’ve been dating 💀. However, despite our clear differences in this regard, I still trust him more than anyone - he’s my best friend, and he understands and cares for me more than anyone in the past ever tried to. He knows my conflicts with emotion and showing physical affection, and he’s knows I’m much more like a cat than a human, in that I prefer bonding via parallel play and just being in the same room. He knows this and accepts this, and that’s why I want to spend my life with him. Because that’s what I consider to be love.

This is a long-ass ramble for no reason lol, but TLDR: “love” is meaningless, so make your own definition. And I believe anyone can find a partner that they can love and be loved back, including those of us that have trouble with “love”.

Absolutely! I don't have the time/energy to respond to all of this, but I do genuinely appreciate the sentiment. Reiterating that I don't identify as aro, but I realized last night that the attraction I have for two of my closest friends is most definitely alterous, and that eased a LOT of my fears and troubles regarding what I was feeling about them-- not platonic, not romantic, just... intimate. Far more fulfilling that any romantic relationship I've ever had, though part of that might just be shit luck on my end.

Either way! The "hierarchy" of what makes something platonic, romantic, or whatever else is completely made up, do what you want forever

#anon #asks #personal #okay to reblog

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clanoffelidae · 1 year

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bleh

trying to tell myself that this is the heaviest time of year at work, im very much still recovering from covid, im still hurt by what happened back in early december and having difficulty re-engaging with previous past times because of the associations, and am also currently trying to help a disabled friend get out of his abusive home, find a doctor who can help him, and figure out how he can sustain himself financially long-term in a way that won't make everything worse in the long run by exceeding his limitations; so it's okay that i'm not doing a whole lot of 'fun' things or being super productive, i don't have to be to begin with, but i'm still feeling pretty down at times

i think by and large i'm mostly lonely; while i see people every day at work we're all stressed to hell and back, i retreated from several social circles when the whole deal went down in early december because it was all just constant reminders of what was hurting me (which was absolutely the right call, but the end result was also that, well, now i don't talk to as many people any more :/), and hit me so bad that i really should have gone to the hospital so i've just been too tired to socialize with people both irl and online but unfortunately human brains are stupid and still demand a level of socializing and make you feel bad when you don't get it even when putting in the effort to get it would cause greater overall suffering due to physical and mental stress (i've had like maybe half a spoon since i started feeling really sick around december 22nd-23rd)

i dunno, just externalizing it, if you happen to read this it's probably cause you follow me and so by now you are probably well aware that i do that a lot lol

idk writing in a journal or personal notepad doesn't really help as much, i try to bury these types of posts a lot by not tagging them and putting them under readmores in the hopes that they'll go largely unnoticed, but i need the façade of putting it out there and making it 'public' or else it still circles to an extent; i have to at least be able to pretend i'm saying it to other people to get it out best and unfortunately i haven't been able to cognitive dissonance myself well enough for truly private rambles to help

so like i dunno, if you're reading this don't feel like this is a cry for help or really saying anything, i'm just trying to process how i feel and externalize it in the hopes the bad vibes will ease up a bit

and what sucks even more is that now i feel the need to say that haha; because what hurt me so bad back in december was that two instances of me just posting things on my blog to externalize them, untagged (tagged with commentary but not tagged to be searchable) and hidden under readmores that were just me trying to get negative feelings out in as privately a way as i could while still saying them 'publicly' because my brain is stupid and needs to at least be able to pretend it's being said to other people, were taken and used to call me immature and untrustworthy, i was given no chance to defend myself or even ask questions until i went and tracked someone else down to ask if i could ask questions, no one ever reached out to me and asked about the posts before going ahead and leveling accusations at me (and i know the posts had to go through at least four people's hands and two levels of hierarchy), not once did anyone try to inquire about these non-specific and untagged posts to see if they had the story right, and while during the subsequent conversation one of them was cleared up and apologized for (which i greatly appreciate!) not a single thing was said about the other and the second post had been me venting irrational anxieties about encountering a specific individual who had previously hurt me and when i requested that they (people who used that post to accuse me) not do that to someone again as far as i can tell i was pretty much just brushed off

like if just one person had messaged me and said they were concerned about the posts or wanted to talk to me about them i would've been happy to clear things up right there on the spot

and now i can't even make an anonymous post on my anonymous tumblr blog about the fact that i'm feeling a little down without feeling the need to defend myself for doing so because the last time i did this it was -gestures irritably and exhaustedly to text wall above-

just sucks y'all, idk

at every possible point in that situation i tried to communicate with people when it was clear there was something to communicate about, beyond that i was just externalizing feelings and attempting to make sure they were out of the way and not bothering anyone, you don't get to come in here and demand that i should have taken my vent post about completely irrational anxieties relating to an individual who has harmed me previously to you, complete strangers, instead of just non-specifically venting it and burying it because it's irrational worry and i knew that and was just trying to get it out of my head; especially when you never tried to communicate your concerns to me, as far as i knew we had resolved everything because everything had been cleared up and everyone said it was fine, the sheer hypocrisy and audacity of demanding that i bring my personal trauma and anxiety to complete fucking strangers when said strangers couldn't even be bothered to send me a single damn message related to their own concerns after, again, we had seemingly cleared everything up and everything had been smoothed over because clarifications were made and everyone said it was cool, and then i got taken by complete surprise and felt the damn floor fall away from me after an hour or two once it fully sunk in that the fucking intrusive thoughts i was trying to cope with were used as a weapon against me

like fucking thanks they were already causing me enough difficulty on their own, didn't know they could be weaponized even further, now i know i guess

'but how could anyone have known that-?' maybe if they'd fucking asked me, at literally any point, instead of taking non-specific words from a complete stranger that were not directed at anyone and deciding what they meant in their own heads

but to do a complete tonal whiplash as is my specialty i am well and truly still upset about that and still working on it (emotional processing and recovery was halted by a blast door upon contracting covid wherein i transitioned from fighting a painful emotional situation to fighting for my damn life lol), slowly picking up steam again on working through it and dragging things up back out from where they got hurriedly buried because i had other priorities like trying to continue breathing to sort through them, but as awful as it was the statements of 'i hate that this happened and am extremely hurt by it and am still processing it' and 'if this situation hadn't happened i could've well died or at the very least wound up on a ventilator and with severe lung and probably heart damage from covid so i am simultaneously extremely grateful it happened because i love living and being alive' are not mutually exclusive <3

'lynx what the FUCK do you mean it stopped you from dying or at the very least ending up on a ventilator from covid'

part of the reason the situation was so hard on me was that i had inadvertently entered withdrawal from my adhd meds, an amphetamine, and the situation resulted in that withdrawal going on for much longer than it should have (and may have sort of been the reason it started because i wound up staying up late because i was so excited due to stuff related to the situation before it went to shit and as a result overslept and missed my meds for 2 days in a row and thus started me into withdrawal); it left me struggling to stand and trembling and with a persistent headache and too weak to do much other than stumble to the kitchen for 2 minutes and then stumble back to bed

what this means: i was in severe physical distress due to amphetamine withdrawal BUT i also built up an extra stockpile of the meds i failed to take

i shortly after went up to a higher dose of my meds

i barely had enough to get me through covid

if all of this hadn't happened i would have gone into amphetamine withdrawal from an even HIGHER dose of a medication which left me struggling to stand, extremely weak, and in pain when i went into withdrawal the first time; while being sick with covid that got so severe already that i could feel stuff rattling in my chest with every breath that i was too weak to cough out, i was unable to do more than take extremely shallow breaths because the lower parts of my lungs were gummed up, and i was having to breathe at about 35-40 breaths a minute while lying down resting because if i tried to slow or deepen my breathing at all i would become dizzy from oxygen deprivation

yeah anyway the situation sucks and im still very much working on the emotional hardship it caused and figuring out what to do but on the other hand i am simultaneously extraordinarily grateful for it because whatever benevolent but chaotic entity sets up the rube goldberg machine that is my life (this is NOT the first time something like this has happened, another good example im not going to get into the details of rn is 2 months of extremely painful ear infections saved me from a therapy bill) made sure i wouldn't die or at the very least end up on a ventilator with severe lung and probably heart damage from covid 👍

and ive got that other stuff going on like i mentioned at the beginning but that's way too much an on-going thing for me to have more thoughts than 'hnnng why can't i just kidnap friend' F lol

just venting and then felt it apt to ensure the tonal whiplash of my life hits as many people as possible because if you started reading that upset vent you gotta know what happened a few weeks later because buddy. ah.

anyway living and being alive is great, i have seen the face of death before and while it has left me a much wiser and more peaceful person in the aftermath (honestly i know it doesn't seem like it from my vent posts but that's because i have chronic can't shut up disease but at the end of it all i really only give a shit because i know that what happens to me can happen to others, if this had been something like 'yeah i got attacked by a rabid dog but it was euthanized and im getting treatment for it 's all good' you would've heard way less about it lol, it's because this is a kind of situation that ripples if that makes sense?) i really was laying there christmas night realizing the probability of me not waking up again (which is never 0) had increased by a worryingly large percentage and looking at death who was vibing on top of my chest and making it hard to breathe like '... i'm going to sleep and you better piss off while i'm in dreamland'

(not literally i mean this in a metaphorical sense)

at this rate i'm gonna have to start asking how the kids are lol

mfer's quiet tho like damn okay i'm not worth a reply i'll just go fuck myself then lol

(again, still being metaphorical here; it's one of those things where if you don't get it just let it go and if you get it you get it and also i'm so sorry do you want to talk /srs)

#this got longer than anticipated lol #feel better now tho so mission accomplished #maybe next time i can bring memes i have a few starting to bump around in my head like a window's screensaver

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Hi! I was wondering if you can do Kakeru Manabe dating Momiji’s twin sister. She was also born with the zodiac curse, and like they tell everyone and are ready to tell Akito and he doesn’t improve, how would everyone react? Including Manabe. Would they defend her and try to make him agree to them dating? Thank you if you read this have a good day or night sjsnsnsj 😅 ALSO IM SORRY IF ITS TOO MUCH DJDKWNDK

Heya! While I do write for Fruits Basket (thank heavens for another fandom in my inbox for once lol) I write reader!inserts not the story of your OC that you don’t feel like writing out yourself. So what I will do is write a Kakeru Manabe x reader story with a character that has the zodiac curse, but otherwise there will be no Momiji’s twin, because I sure hope that the OC has more of an identity than just being a copy of Momiji.

A/N: Of course I write a Fruits Basket piece on the eve of Lunar New Year. 😅😅😅 HAPPY LUNAR NEW YEAR TO THOSE WHO CELEBRATE. 🐮🐮🐮

Fandom: Fruits Basket

Character: Kakeru Manabe

Prompt: Sohmacursed!reader

He slept in the flowerbeds without a care. Earning complaints from many. The school council president dared to roughen him up in public, earning a surprised look as the image of prince charming broke. He did everything differently and earned no ire, only more fans for the actions he took. Kakeru Manabe was a strange individual that went against the grain and that had your attention. Someone who was capable of pulling out a different side out of everyone.

Affable was a word that would suit him. Along with attentive, for he always thought and minded the rest first, even while he slept in flower beds, or did something silly that earned Yuki’s fist once more. Kakeru Manabe was, by all accounts a charming young male that had deserved his spot in popularity despite his ditzy outer appearance, if only because of something dark hidden beneath. It was attractive, for a Sohma at least. For they often lived under a façade as well, for they often craved the genuine attention of those surrounding them.

And here was the danger for you, for a Sohma was not supposed to interact with those from the outside. For they were not allowed to be with those uninitiated and you were very much not an exception. In fact, you were a reason even.

“We can’t be together,” you had stated, and Yuki had solemnly nodded, understanding the why but not willing to accept it just like that. However, as a fellow Sohma what was he to suggest else? The outsiders wouldn’t understand and as much as Kakeru was someone of great understanding and acceptance he was just another outsider. After all, it wasn’t unheard of from their own mothers to abandon their children once they found the curse, what obligation had he not to do the same?

“Ahaha, please don’t be like that,” Kakeru had responded, first thinking that you were jesting. Your humour had always been rather outlandish, it was why the two of you got along so well. Just last week you had been the one confessing to him, albeit covertly, but now it was him who returned the words to you, openly. Surely feelings couldn’t have changed that quickly?

“Oooh, is it because you’re actually the heir of a throne in a foreign country? It is fine, I will be your Prince Charming!” the male had exclaimed, thinking that you truly were playing a game with him, but at your stern expression Kakeru’s bright shimmering light dimmed a little as he eyed you and then Yuki and then you again.

“Is it because of my family?” he questions, a pensive look on his face as he recalls the complications his own family came with. The difficulties Machi had to suffer from. The things he fought so hard to break away from. Was it all fruitless in the end?

You shook your head once more, a soft smile on your lips as you took a step away from the male, creating distance between the two of you. It was regrettable that Yuki was here, when it was supposed to be a private moment, but also fortunate, for you were sure that he was needed to pick up the pieces of his friend that you were to leave behind.

“It is mine,” you answered honestly, remembering the way Akito had reacted to Rin and Hatsuharu, recalling the story of why Hatori’s fiance had suddenly left him, the heartbreak, the pain, the inevitable tragedy that was to come, but above all the lack of what you wanted to give him the most; the curse holding you back. And that was all you had been willing to say as you turned away, leaving him with only your rejection.

But Kakeru was amongst the many traits of affableness and charm also determined, unwilling to let go once he had understood that this went against yourself as much as it went against him to let you go.

Kakeru knew himself not to be as kind and as empathetic as he would like to be, often needing others to explain to him what the perspective of the other was. But he understood family and especially complicated families as a member of one himself. Or so he had believed when he tried to dive into yours and tried to figure out what it was that had made you say what you had.

“Have you tried to embrace a Sohma? Have you ever pressed their body against yours and felt its true form?”

The mysterious head of the Sohma family had left Kakeru with even more questions as he wondered what it was that Akito had meant. Kakeru had, without a fear, approached the head to put the hierarchy of the Sohma into question. An inquiry that had earned him a cold and callous ire in which he was challenged to do the one thing you had always avoided. Was it in there that your secret laid?

He had considered it, Kakeru had, but the thought disturbed him as he realised the implications that Akito had so carefully suggested. Was he able to disturb your boundaries as such, to force out your secrets to him so casually all for the sake of starting a relationship?

“You will destroy it before you have it,” were Yuki’s words when he tried to seek counsel from his friend. Yuki’s grey eyes had been so sad, back to that gloomy cold prince he had been before they became friends. It was a loneliness that Kakeru had come to recognise in all members of the Sohma, which he sometimes saw in you as well.

“Whatever it is,” the male decided to tell you instead, “I hope one day you will come to see me as someone that you trust enough to share your secret with,” he had told you after relaying the story of his meeting with Akito. He regretted his own noisiness, lamented his curiosity, but had satisfied himself with patience. Patience that he was willing to use to wait for you to be ready, or for his feelings to die out, though Kakeru had a feeling that was going to be another long while. He was after all, quite stubborn.

#fruits basket #fruits basket x reader #fruits basket Kakeru #Kakeru Manabe #It is the cow's year!#goodbye rat

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I am so glad you pointed out the imperialist vibes Edelgard has sometimes. As someone who lives in a country who was basically occupied ahem conquered because they said "we have better ideas that will improve your lives" and had our culture absolutely shattered, one of the main reasons why I disagree with Edelgard so much is because of that. She thinks her point of view is superior and the most morally right and I really don't like it whenever she sounds so confused about people defending their homeland. Especially that one line she has with Dimitri in Chapter 17 ffffff—

Like, girl, they have the fucking right to disagree with you please stop sounding so confused as to why they can't see eye to eye with you gahhhhh

I would be more tolerant with the war if she had say, did diplomacy before it? But she tried to had Dimitri and Claude killed in Part I (the prologue). I would also understand her better if the war was a last resort and the other leaders were corrupt and all that. But they're not. Many of the students (who have power because many are noble heirs) outside her house are heavily affected by the nobility and Crests (Sylvain, Ingrid, Mercedes, Lysithea, etc.) or at least understanding of the problems caused by them (Dimitri). It's so frustrating how so much of this can be prevented if she just talked about it.

Also, to those who said she wants the change to be quick, even with war it won't be. The fucking war basically caused continent-wide damage. It's going to be so hard to actually fix this. Hell, there's definitely going to be an eventual rebellion by former Kingdom / Alliance people or sympathisers. It's not going to be as clean cut as the game or some pro-Edelgard people make it to be. Not everyone is going to agree with her, whether she takes over or not. She just destroyed the stability of the continent and while yes, she can rebuild it again, it will still take time and who's to say future leaders won't be corrupt? Also, a hierarchy will always exist, whether she likes it or not. Especially if she plans to set up a meritocracy. Meritocracy is going to usually end up giving power and privilege to those with already pre-existing privilege as they the opportunity to show off their merits or develop those skills. Poor and disabled people are going to have difficulty as they don't have equal opportunity to develop skills and accomplish stuff. I'm generalising, but it just ends up as a hierarchy, again. Not only that, it also has ways to enforce discrimination.

Basically, what I'm trying to say is, she needs to long term plan out her systems. I apologise since I have bad memory but as far as I remember, the game doesn't give us too many details on how she wants to establish her system. All I remember is she does the war > Church / Rhea out of power > Establish her government > ???. Someone please clear this up for me because I'm confused.

...and again really, diplomatic reforms are an option. Yes, they're much more tedious. Yes, they take so much more longer. Yes, sometimes it feels impossible to accomplish. But did she not even consider it as an option?

All in all, I do like Edelgard. But I really wish the game let us go against her while we're with her? I wish it wasn't just general "agree with Edelgard" for CF. I remember someone pointing it out to me before that it would've been really great if she had someone in her house who does the same role Felix does in AM... which is basically disagree and call out the lord's shit. And they pointed out Ferdinand could've probably been that character for CF. And I kinda agree? I really think CF would immensely improve if Edelgard had a challenger / foil to her beliefs similar to how Felix does that for Dimitri.

Anyway, sorry for the very long ask lol. I like Edelgard and I agree with some of her morals and ideals such as the crest system being bad but....she's done so dirty asdfghjkl. I do think she's written well enough to incite these emotions in me, and she makes for a good antagonist. As a protagonist lord however.... yeah.

First off, sorry it took so long to respond, but I wanted to give an equally throughout response.

While I haven’t gotten to chapter 17 yet, I can attest to the notion that Edelgard’s rhetoric is eerily similar to Imperialist propaganda. I do understand this is fiction, and that it’s okay to hand-wave/enjoy things in fiction that you shouldn’t or wouldn’t in real life. Crimson Flower has its charms and parts I enjoy. Edelgard is an interesting character more hampered by things that plague Three Houses as a whole than anything else, but it’s still worth examining how dangerous her rhetoric is. Because, unlike you, my country sits at the opposite end - the Imperialist nation selling that rhetoric to its citizens, and, unfortunately, at the time I bought it - which makes me really sensitive to this.

I’m from the US and I’m specifically speaking about the US’s invasion of the Middle East. I was in middle or high school, just barely a teenager, and naive and ignorant enough to believe what my leaders said. Because guess what? I bought into it out of misplaced and ignorant (and racist) compassion. I was horrified at the idea these people were suffering unfairly just because of where they were born whereas I got all these promised privileges just because of where I was born. I really thought the US would go in there and give them democracy and everything would be great. Looking back, I realize they were lying, that we’ve only made things worse, that it’s horribly racist to assume the US was just inherently better, and I’ve sense then gained access to fast-speed internet, traveled, matured, etc . . . and thankfully this all happened before I had any actual power to do anything like vote. But to this day I’m beyond pissed off they used my own compassion against me to line their own pockets. It was ignorant and racist, but it was all based in concern that others didn’t have the same quality of life I had and a growing realization of my own privilege. And that’s what I hate so much. It didn’t sound evil. It sounded good. It used people’s good will and compassion against them and twisted it into evil for their own causes.

I don’t think Edelgard is after Faerghus and the Alliance because she wants oil. I think she honestly thinks she’s doing good. And, if this were real life, I think that makes her rhetoric even more dangerous than a corrupt politicians’. Because everything else is still the same. She’s being ignorant, nationalist instead of racist in this case, and honestly thinks her moral superiority will improve everyone’s lives even if it means ravaging the entire content in war. She is dangerously naive and ignorant.

Maybe I’d support her more morally if I believed for an instant the general populace welcomed the changes she wants to bring, if the leaders she fought against weren’t open and wanting change themselves, ect . . . But the dialogue indicated her presence inspires people running and screaming in terror, not welcoming her presence (see the chapter where you kill Claude). The Kingdom is still fighting tooth and nail against her. She’s not supported. Her changes aren’t wanted. And she hasn’t bothered to learn a single thing about the cultures she’s determined to squash under her heal nor the leaders heading them.

I also think I’d support her better if we had a clearer idea of what her plans were. But CF has shifted from Edelgard speaking about interesting ideas and classism to evil dragon overlords and chastising Byleth for making her blush. The decision to side with her or Rhea is not choosing between two ideals, but an emotional, spur of the moment thing. Edelgard’s early supports with Byleth attempt to convince the player to side with her not based on political ideals, but on feeling sorry for her.

CF gives you no choice but to agree with everything Edelgard says (as you said, there’s no “Felix” or a “Lorenz”). It wants you to support her war without question, and therefore you don’t get any answers to questions like - if this is really just about Rhea, why are we invading the Alliance? Because they won’t hand power over to you? Why didn’t you just stick to the Empire to enact your changes? In the end, you’re left with what sounds more and more like an entitled Imperialistic princess with absolutely no idea how ignorant she is hell bent on conquering what she thinks belongs to her based on a conspiracy theory.

All that said, I do think Edelgard has interesting ideas and isn’t wholly wrong, just how she goes about it is horribly wrong. And I fully believe the core issue is how CF has dropped the ball big time writing wise, because diving deeper into her ideas and not her crush on you would go a long way. So would shifting the narrative away from evil boogey dragon lady must die and everyone else is wrong and I am superior and right and more towards a clashing of ideals, this route could’ve been a lot more and seemed a lot less ignorant, naive, entitled, and Imperialistic.

#fire emblem #Fire Emblem Three Houses #fire emblem 3 houses #fe16 #fe3h #edelgard discourse #just incase any of her fans don't want to see this #and have that tag blocked #because this doesn't paint a pretty picture of her

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Any Speirgott HC's you'd like to share or discuss? :) I'm dying for content.

f i n a l l y

if only you had found me back in my original stint in this fandom when I was thinking about them daily. it’s a great ship, you’re so right. (we don’t like to use the word hyperfixation around here, but I sometimes wonder if this one’s in my future.) do feel free to dm me, if that suits you.

I’m just gonna go all out on my Thoughts and you can do what you want with whatever, you know?

it’s just such an interesting dynamic. the whole “self recognition through the other” vibe, and a slight undercurrent of outsiderhood (though differently experienced). the tension between the mutual recognition of each other as equals (on a personal level) vs the hierarchies and protocols of rank. there is such synchronicity between them when they are clearing the house and liebgott is translating for speirs, which doesn’t occur in their interactions with other characters, even where there are friendships. the undercurrent of humour between them in speirs’s hey liebgott, you want to sit this one out? is small but quite striking.

speirs is able to compartmentalise his emotions and fears whereas liebgott doesn’t; liebgott brings everything into his fight, love and anger and family and history; he is fighting for his people to a greater extent than anyone else in the company. they share a ruthless attitude towards combat and they both adapt relatively well to the environment of war. liebgott, I think, is likely to have a delayed reaction to the horrors he has seen. (he does break down in the camp, but it’s very brief, both because his priority is the wellbeing of the prisoners and because his grief is too raw and personal to display openly in front of the entire company.)

liebgott knows he’s seen a little as an outsider, as the only jewish man in the company, and he’s proud of that identity but he doesn’t talk to anyone about what it means to him; it’s a very personal part of himself, and we only see that vulnerability in the camp. speirs accepts, even welcomes, being seen as an outsider; there’s a value to being feared by one’s men. he references roman history, and so I think it’s nerdy relevant to mention that the latin word vereor means both respect and fear; that is a philosophy he embraces. liebgott does respect him, more quickly than he respects other superiors, and he does, upon occasion, show a degree of fear – namely in the pistol whipping scene – which is unusual for him. that scene is also interesting in that liebgott is the only one who keeps his eyes on speirs the entire time, unlike the others who draw back slightly. (this is in fact the scene where I first started to ship it. a lot.)

they both keep certain things back: liebgott doesn’t show vulnerability if he can avoid it; speirs represses the emotions he can’t wholly compartmentalise. there’s a desire, I think, an instinct, to trust each other, and a reluctance: a tension between letting their guard down vs keeping their distance. they secondguess themselves rather than each other. liebgott is a pretty shrewd observer of other people; speirs, I think, finds interpersonal dynamics a little harder to gauge precisely.

they’re both deeply protective of the people around them: liebgott with tipper, tab, alley, the jewish prisoners; speirs with grant. neither of them default towards gentleness but they’re both capable of great compassion when others need it.

I don’t know if I have many headcanons as such. I think speirs sends liebgott to interrogate/kill the commandant because he trusts liebgott, in this more than anyone else, and because he believes it’s a mission liebgott would want. (speirs has… idiosyncratic ideas about being nice, lol; just ask blithe.)

I think they probably never interacted directly before speirs took over easy company, or certainly not pre-normandy, though they may have been aware of each other. I don’t think liebgott ever cared about the rumours; he had no qualms about speirs killing the german prisoners and, if he was at all disturbed by the rumour about speirs shooting his sergeant, he wouldn’t have shown it. however, they did probably cross paths on the night of the bayonet, when lieb rushed in to help tab and speirs went to investigate the disturbance, and so speirs identifies liebgott as someone who is good in a crisis.

I think speirs much prefers working with liebgott as translator than with webster, in that liebgott is faster and more colloquial but – just as importantly – they fall fluidly into a rapport when working together. on some level, speirs is glad to pull liebgott off the patrol in haguenau; he doesn’t want to lose anyone in the company, but particularly not liebgott.

(I’m not fluent in german but listening to webster’s gives me secondhand embarrassment)

in general I don’t have sexuality headcanons re. any of the characters; but when I write speirgott, my feeling is that this is the first time liebgott has been consciously attracted to men. I don’t think this causes an identity crisis for him; the circumstances of war are too extreme and speirs is, in many ways, an exception to normal rules. pursuing a relationship beyond what is allowed is fraught with difficulty, because of the high stakes and the obstacles of rank and the background of homophobia; I don’t think internalised homophobia is a particular factor. I don’t think it is the first time speirs has been attracted to men, but that does not make the situation simpler. they are all just trying to stay alive and keep the others alive; acting on their attraction may somehow jeopardise that, but also they may never have another chance. their relationship is on a knife-edge at all times: between personal and impersonal, hierarchical and equals, vulnerability and guardedness, secrecy and discovery, life and death.

speirgott has the best potential for all the most gripping AUs, I will stand by that

… anyway, I know I should write more for them – slightly longer fics, I hope – and it’s my tragedy that I seem to have very little control over whatever I next write, but I am extremely glad to know there’s an audience for this ship. I hope I come through for you.

ps. I am entirely up for bouncing ideas/headcanons/plot bunnies around.

#replies #speirgott #speirs x liebgott #I wondered if speirgott would hit me hard on my return to the fandom #but to my surprise mctoye has been the pressing issue #swings and roundabouts #(when I finish writing a long post I'm always like '... was that coherent?' and 'will I think of more later?' ugh.)#'charactering'

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kinkpluspositive · 3 years

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House analogy: slaves and Masters

*Definitions and categorizations I will make here are entirely according to my point of view. I believe we should make more room for personal expression instead of “standard size” definitions in kink. Also, please ignore any gendered terms. I probably wrote it that way because it is shorter LOL*

There is an implicit hierarchy in the world of BDSM:

Master>Dominant>Top | bottom>submissive>slave.

Regardless of where I stand in this dynamic, there is a category separated from all groups in my opinion: slaves. This is a slave appreciation post.

Seriously… We need to have more respect for slaves. For real slaves... Not for those who become slaves just by saying they are slaves... When I say real slaves, I am not just talking about those natural(!) slaves. I am also talking about people who have noticed this inclination over time and honored the call of their soul. Slavery, which drives people with a very selfish desire to be satisfied, albeit with the satisfaction of others, actually pushes the person to face the biggest existential questions. It is not as easy as it seems from the outside, to surrender to someone. In order for you to feel this difficulty better, I have prepared an analogy that you can narrow down even while reading (also, I love metaphors). That's why it's a long reading. Let’s start, shall we?

Consider a house. You fill the house, which had only walls at first, with furniture, decoration items, clothes, etc. Some of them are necessary to continue living there, some that you love, and some that you do not even know why they are there… At some point, when you enter the house, you find that you cannot find a place to step in. This makes cleaning difficult over time, and one day you see that the house has turned into garbage! Can you bring guests to such a house where there isn’t even room for you? Even if you accept a guest, will that guest come to that house? How long will it stay? Advertise how beautiful the house is, how many people will become serious buyers after seeing the house?

So, what's the first thing you need to do to make this house livable?

To accept. Admitting that the house is uninhabitable. You cannot go on living while denying the obvious, pretending nothing is there, or, to take it one step further, staying at someone else’s place. Every house is different in shape, light and dark spots, and things it contains. It needs maintenance, repair, and sometimes even modification. How can you look for a solution that suits your home and take appropriate action without taking this situation as it is?

The next step after acceptance would be making some room to work. You don't have to throw everything right away. Even just storing them together for a while will help you better understand what you want to place back inside as you go through them one by one. While it will be enough to dust some of them, you will have to renew some or throw them away completely. At some point you will find that you need/want to buy new things for the house.

We come to the third stage, which I find the most enjoyable: You need to visit a store. To buy new things, renovate existing ones, or even if you're not going to buy something, to get an idea of what fits a home, including your own... Maybe you can learn something from an article in a magazine. You will learn both what suits your home and what you consider important in other homes.

Now we come to the most disliked point: it's time to really redecorate the house! You threw away some items, you bought some items, but it's time to find a nice place for them in the house. This may take some time and involve trial/error.

When this stage is over, it brings us to the point of sustainability: Doing the last process with less intensity but continuously. When something breaks, repair it soon. Clean the house without delay when it gets dirty. Give up the things that you don't like or that expired, and create space for appropriate things… As long as you live in that house, what you need to do is to establish a healthy routine.

Only then can you create a space for a guest in your home. You will also be more selective about who you invite into your home because you now know the value of your home. Unlike others, it is not a huge pile of unconscious decisions. You have dealt with it yourself. Congratulations!

Now think of this house as yourself and the things in your house as your thoughts/beliefs/emotions and read it again.

In my eyes, a real slave is a person who has the power, will and even courage to do this. They are much more valuable in this respect than many Dominants and Masters I know. For someone who knows their own worth, slaves are not arrogant and it makes them humble.

In fact, these things that every human being must do are of far greater importance to a slave. They show the greatest respect by recreating themselves on the way to make room for the Master. This is why true slaves deserve respect and a Master equal to them in this respect. May the real slaves be with the true Masters...

#analogy #bd/sm master #bd/sm mistress #bd/sm slave

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hopeswriting · 4 years

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FANDOM: Katekyo Hitman Reborn!

EVENT: Flufftober 2020

PROMPT: Picking Out Costumes

AUTHOR: @hopeswriting

RATING: G

PAIRING: Adult!Reborn & Adult!Lal

SUMMARY:

Reborn and Lal go on a shopping trip together.

WORDS: 898

Lal comes out of the changing room with a blood-red three-piece suit on. The pencil high skirt sublimates her legs, along with her black high heels.

The man lurking in the shoes' aisle ever since he first caught sight of Lal trying the suits widens his eyes, gaping bigger than when she tried the light blue suit on.

The shop worker freezes in the middle of pretending to be busy in the changing rooms vicinity. She openly checks Lal up and down, but biting her lip less hard than when she was in pants for the indigo suit.

Reborn smirks as Lal turns on herself, holding the jacket on her shoulder, and checks herself in the mirror.

“No.”

Reborn’s smirk disappears. “I’ll kill you.”

“Just find me a better one.”

“Where? I found you all the better ones, and you refused them all.”

“Sounds like a you problem to me.”

Reborn clicks his tongue as Lal closes the curtain on herself. She comes out with the pile of suits in her hands, hands them to the worker oblivious to her intense look.

She hooks their arms together and drags Reborn back to the suits’ aisle, as if there’s anything left worth finding.

“Do you plan to ever tell me what we’re really doing here?”

“You agreed to help me find new clothes.”

“Listen, I know you’re picky with your clothes, as all people with tastes are, but this is ridiculous. Also suits? Who are you trying to impress?”

Lal picks up her pace, leads him to the accessories. She holds an ugly yellowish tie to him with little stars on it, and he immediately wants it in his wardrobe.

“I thought so.” She smirks, throws it on his shoulder. “I’ll buy it for you.”

“Changing subject I see. First off all, didn’t you see the price of this tie? My silence is much more pricey, thank you very much.” Lal rolls her eyes, drags him to scour the suits again. “Second off all, you are trying to impress someone. Don’t you dare not telling me who it is a second longer.”

Lal huffs a laugh, glances at him. “Women can want to be impressive for themselves.”

“Women are also free to want to impress someone. Just spill it out, you know I’ll find much more than you’d want me to if you make me investigate this by myself.”

Rain flames flare as a clear warning, as she tries to stomp his foot. She holds her tongue a moment longer for show.

“Maybe there’s this one recruit of mine.”

Reborn gasps dramatically, stops dead on his tracks. “Is it for role play?”

“I’ll kill you.”

“Women are allowed to be naughty too.”

“I’ll kill you so hard, you’ll feel like you died twice.”

Reborn cackles, mirth shining in his eyes. “If you’ll excuse me, but I need to text Verde right this instant.”

“I didn’t even say anything yet,” Lal deadpans.

“Oh, but I heard it all all the same.”

Lal doesn’t even try to take his phone away, and lets him to his devices. She does pull at his hair on principle, but then goes look at the shoes until he deigns giving her back his attention.

Reborn sits on the bench behind her, his long legs stretched in front of him, crossed at the ankles.

“I’m listening.”

“But I thought you heard it all?”

“Surely it’s not because of the hierarchy between you? You’re not that much of a stuck up.”

Lal puts down the heels, and resists the urge to throw them in his face. She sits beside him, slumps against his side.

“What if… he was in it just because of the hierarchy between us? Maybe he has a uniform kink or something?”

Reborn raises his eyebrow. “So? He can do both, can’t he? What, didn’t you ever see yourself in a uniform?”

He wiggles his eyebrows suggestively, and coos at the way she blushes.

“Will you just be serious for a second?”

Reborn laughs at her face and she tugs his hair, cranes his head back, and considers breaking his neck entirely as he keeps laughing.

Unfortunately he stops before she can make up her mind, slapping her hand away. He picks up his fedora from the floor, dusting it off, then crosses his legs, his head leaned against his hand.

“I’d be serious if you were making any sense. You think he has a formal clothes kink but you want him to see you in a suit picked up by me? What the poor guy ever did to you?”

Lal huffs a laugh. “Shut up. It’s not the same as my military outfit, is it?”

“Don’t be silly. Listen, it’s important for me to point out the guy can be a simp for powerful women, and appreciate the woman under the clothes and power for herself. But if you really must be sure of it—” Reborn stands, his eyes shining with what she would like to be only mischief, but is so much worse “—what you need is a dress.”

Oh hell no. Lal didn’t prepare herself mentally for that.

“Listen, actually—”

Reborn hauls her on her feet to hook their arms together, ignoring her splutters.

“Alright then.” He purrs, grinning at her very gleeful like, but the bad kind of gleeful. “Let’s find you the perfect dress, shall we?”

Does this read as... a bit stiff maybe? Stilted?

I didn’t have difficulty writing it, and it wrote itself smoothly enough, but idk. I guess I expected it to come off with different vibes lol.

Anyway Reborn likes dressing people, and doesn’t like anything more that picking up dresses. He’ll go to the end of earth to find you the perfect outfit, and this is bad news for the one being dressed up asdfghj.

Thank you for reading! Any and all review are appreciated ^^.

#katekyo hitman reborn #khr #khr fanfic #flufftober 2020 #khr reborn #lal mirch #picking out costumes #reborn & lal #whelp guys this is the last one!#i hope you enjoyed the ride

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danyka-fendyr · 5 years

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Closer

Okay so I’m still working on a good idea for the Spencer Reid sick!fic but in the meantime, I thought I’d get this out. It’s...pretty much exactly what the title makes it sound like. Reader and Spencer find all the ways they can possibly casually touch each other without actually admitting they feel anything. Why? Because I think it’s cute.

Warnings: Mentions of death and drug use. If you hate kids either don’t read on or pretend you like kids I’m taking some creative liberty with the concept of a reader insert because I don’t actually like this format and I’m only writing this way bc I’ve never seen a oneshot with an oc before lol

Wordcount: 2348

The worst part of a case would always be the briefings. You hated the briefings because it meant that inevitably, there would be dead people. Dead people you hadn’t saved, dead people you hadn’t even known about. Who had died wishing someone would come to save them, wishing you would come to save them, and you hadn’t delivered.

This case was particularly hard because it involved kids. You had a major soft spot for kids, and any case involving them was hard on you, but this one... Gosh, it was so messed up. Penelope was having difficulty presenting without crying, it was that bad. Eventually, Derek took pity on her and took over.

You yourself were having some difficulty not crying. You had seen some pretty messed up things, but you didn’t think you were ever going to be able to talk about this case again after you finished it. You rubbed at your eyes, trying to keep it together, and felt a hand on your shoulder. You looked up to see it was a solemn Reid, offering you a soft, comforting smile.

At this point, you hadn’t been at the BAU that long. You had joined around the same time as Emily and you two had bonded over the fact that you were fresh blood. The other person you had bonded with fairly quickly was Dr. Reid, not that he was hard to be friends with. Really all you had to do was listen, and that was easy for you. You found the doctor fascinating, riveted by all of his knowledge. You were convinced he knew everything, and you were surprised that he was now trying to comfort you.

You smiled back at him. Part of you wanted to reach up, place your hand over his, but you wondered if that would be too forward. You had noticed that often he didn’t even shake hands. You were pretty sure he didn’t want you touching him like...ever. Much though you liked Reid, he struck you as the sort of person who was more likely to bathe in hand sanitizer then willingly get too close to you, so this was...a pleasant surprise.

You returned his smile, grateful for the moment. Maybe you were imagining it, but it seemed like this would just be the start of you getting closer with Dr. Spencer Reid.

You remembered vividly what it had been like when you and the team had found Reid after Tobias Hankel kidnapped him. It wasn’t hard, since it had only been a few weeks ago. It had only been a few weeks since Reid had hugged you so tight that you might have told him you couldn’t breathe if you hadn’t been so focused on holding him just as tightly. You had apologized over and over, and he had, of course, told you it wasn’t your fault.

The weeks after that had been harder though. You had seen the haunted look in your eyes, and you knew that no matter how hard you tried it was sometimes reflected in your eyes. You never told him, but you had nightmares about it. About watching him die. Only in your dreams, he didn’t come back.

Eventually though, after a night out with the team where you were declared designated driver, you were forced to confront it. You were dropping him off at his place when he invited you in, and you couldn’t bring yourself to say no. You just wanted to prolong this...peacefulness, before the night terrors came for you.

“It’s not much,” he apologized, ushering you into a home that seemed to mostly be filled with books.

“I think you have 8 different sets of encyclopedias just in this room alone,” you laughed.

“12, actually,” he corrected.

You turned to him, smiling. “’Not much.’ Seems like plenty to me. I’d kill to live surrounded by this many books.”

He laughed nervously, and you two ended up sitting on the couch a good healthy 6 inches apart. You hated it. Hated that you were just close enough to imagine that you could feel his body heat, but that you couldn’t, not really, and that distracting urge to just lean over and rest your head on his shoulder. It was infuriating. So, when you got up to use the bathroom, you might have sat back down just slightly closer than your original starting point.

After a few more moments of staring numbly at the screen and noticing that Reid also wasn’t paying attention, you spoke.

“You’re not really watching this, are you?”

He jolted. “What? No, of course I am. The social hierarchies of the Chacma baboon are actually quite fascinating-”

“Reid,” you interrupted. “They stopped talking about the Chacma baboon 20 minutes ago. We’re onto the Cape Sugarbird now.”

“Oh. Right.”

You two trailed off into an awkward silence before you spoke again.

“Spencer...you know you can talk to me, right?”

“I-I’m fine.”

“If you were fine, I would be more worried about you than I am right now, Spence. We don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to, but something is making those dark circles under your eyes darker than usual.”

“Like you’re one to talk.” His tone strained to sound light. “You’ve been looking more and more sleep-deprived lately. The rest of the team hasn’t noticed I don’t think, but if anyone is worrying, it’s me. What’s on your mind?”

“You’re deflecting,” you deflected.

“So are you.”

Damn profilers.

“Okay. I tell you what keeps me up and night and you tell me if you’re comfortable with that?”

It’s quiet for a minute while he thinks about it.

“Yeah, okay.”

“I’ve been having nightmares. You know how everyone has a nightmare that’s like, the nightmare? Mine used to be finding the body of this teenage girl. Now it’s just you. Watching you die over and over again, except in this version-” Your voice breaks, and you take a deep breath to steady yourself. “In this version, I’m right there next to you, but there’s nothing I can do to stop it.”

There is silence for a long moment.

“I’m an addict. Tobias drugged me with Dilaudid and I keep craving it. I’m trying...I’m trying not to use, but it’s hard. It’s so, so hard.”

“Spence.” It’s a soft sound, breathless. “You could have told me.”

You didn’t ask why he didn’t.

“I could have. But it’s embarrassing. I should be able to beat this. I have an IQ higher than Einstein’s and I can’t beat basic drug addiction?”

“Well, if you have an IQ higher than Einstein’s than you should be smart enough to know. You can’t beat drug addiction by yourself.” Not able to stop yourself anymore, you rested your head on his shoulder. “And now you don’t have to.”

He doesn’t say thank you. Doesn’t acknowledge the offer at all, except to say one thing.

“Do you want to sleep here tonight? It might help with your nightmares, and even if it doesn’t, seeing me alive when you wake up might make you feel better.”

“Yeah. I think that could be nice.”

You tugged a strand of Spencer’s long brown hair.

“You’re really growing this out, huh?” you said, setting a coffee down on his desk over his shoulder.

“It’s not that long.” He frowned, and you giggled.

“Yeah, it kind of is, Spence. This is the longest I’ve ever seen it.”

“Well, I haven’t exactly been hobbling into the barbers on my crutches. Sorry.”

“Don’t apologize,” you said, sitting on his desk. “I like it. Makes you look like a cool professor.”

He frowned again.

“That was a compliment.”

“You two are weird!” Garcia lovingly gave her input as she passed by.

“Love you too Penny!” you shout.

“You didn’t buy yourself coffee today,” he noticed.

“Nope. Wasn’t in the mood.”

“But you bought me one. From your favorite cafe. Is there something going on today?”

“Nope. I’m just nice like that.”

You pretend not to notice when, in reaching for the coffee, Spencer’s knuckles graze your thigh. You’re sure it’s just a coincidence that he’s getting closer.

“Oh my gosh!” Your scream gets the entire team looking your way.

“Did you join a boyband?” Hotch asks.

Reid, with newly shorn hair, looks confused. “No?”

He sits down, ready for briefing, but you are not done yet.

“Your hair! Your beautiful hair!” Your mourning is short-lived though, once you notice the new hair, and you gasp. “Oh my goodness, it looks so fluffy and soft. Can I touch it? I’m going to touch it.”

You cross the room to run your fingers through his hair. It’s not the first time you’ve thought about doing it, but your surprise at his new style emboldens you. It’s exactly as soft and silky as it looks. You could run your fingers through it all day. You are so entranced by his hair that you don’t even notice Spencer closing his eyes, gently leaning back into your touch.

“We do have work to do, you know,” Rossi reminds.

“Okay, okay, I’m going and sitting down.” You beam at Spencer as you take your place. “Love the hair.”

You think it might be the first time you’ve ever seen the pretty boy speechless.

When Spencer walks in with even shorter hair, you can’t help your gasp. You also can’t deny it anymore. You’ve tried to fight it for the last 4 years, but sometimes the truth slaps you in the face like a large fish (don’t ask). You were attracted to Spencer Reid. Which wouldn’t so much be a problem, except for the fact that you were also in love with him. That part? That was definitely a problem.

“You good?”

Emily raises an eyebrow at you, and you just nod dumbly. You can’t take your eyes off of him. He looks...hot.

“You don’t seem good.” Out of all the team, Emily was the one most likely to suspect your...predicament.

“I’m fine. Fine. Totally fine.”

“Uh huh. So you gonna tell me what you were thinking when Spencer walked through that door, or am I just going to have to profile you?”

“You wouldn’t dare.” This gets your attention, and you glare at her from your seat next to her.

“Oh, I would.”

You aren’t stupid enough to doubt her.

“Wow. I was thinking, ‘wow’.”

“Well, maybe you should tell him that.” She smirks.

“Or maybe I won’t.” You laugh nervously, glaring at her, and you think that’s the end of it.

That’s not the end of it.

Somehow, and you would never figure out how, Emily had gotten you and Spencer locked in a broom closet. You couldn’t prove it was her, but you were sure. Just as sure as you were that she had not foreseen the fact that, nervous at your close proximity, Spencer would start spouting facts about small spaces, claustrophobia, and anything at all related.

“Spencer,” you tried interrupting since he was making you nervous. “Spencer. Spence!”

You reached out, grabbing him by the lapels of his jacket forcefully. Unfortunately, you had forgotten the fact that you were in a broom closet, and now it was safe to say that if you two had been close before, that was nothing compared to how close you were now. Your mouths were just inches away from each other, and you cursed yourself for all the thoughts you were having.

Spencer didn’t seem to have the same inhibitions though. Slowly, he trailed a finger down your shoulder and down your side, making you catch your breath. Eventually, his hand stopped right around your waist where, eyes focused on that point, his hand settled, wrapped around the bend in your waist to pull you even closer. You swore you couldn’t breathe.

“I was umm...I was wondering what you thought of the new haircut,” Spencer said.

“I like it.” You weren’t sure why you were whispering.

“Yeah? Emily said...she said you really liked it, but I wasn’t sure.”

You were never telling Emily anything again.

“Yeah, I do. I really, really like it. It’s super hot and-”

Shoot. He had made you nervous, which made you ramble, and now you were going to have to change your name to Bathilda and move to Southern France because you had not meant to say that.

“You think it’s hot?” Wide, startled chocolate brown eyes stare into yours.

“Umm...” Was there even any use denying it? “Yeah. Yeah, I do. Actually, I think you’re hot. You are very, very attractive to me. And also I’m in love with you but that’s probably just an oxytocin thing because ever since you almost died I’ve been sleeping over at your place a lot and you know you’re a sleep cuddler and so somehow we always end up cuddling and so there’s the oxytocin and-”

He was kissing you. Spencer Reid was kissing you. And he was really, really good at it. Like, stupid good at it for a guy who was not known for his romantic conquests. You briefly wanted to know who taught him how to kiss like this so you could find them and punch their lights out, but then you were too busy kissing him to worry about that.

Both of his hands were on you now, one on your waist, the other cupping your face as he kissed you. Your right hand gripped the lapel of his jacket even harder as your left came up to get play with the much shorter hair at the nape of his neck. You were just about to pass out from lack of air a very, very happy girl when conveniently someone opened the closet door.

“Oh my gosh. Wait till I tell Derek! He owes me $50 now, and Rossi owes me $200 that smug jerk!” Penelope did not waste time going to collect her money.

“So...” you said, blushing.

“So...” He was rocking back and forth nervously on his feet. “You wanna go out on a date?”

“Yes. Yes, I do.”

#spencer reid #dr. spencer reid #criminal minds #dr. reid #spencer reid x reader #oneshot #cm #cm:ff #criminal minds:ff #fanfiction #criminal minds fan fic #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid oneshot #tw:drugs #tw:death #i almost posted this with my fake wordcount #which is basically just whatever joke of the day my brain tries to come up with that i insert before writing the fic as a placeholder #i've written some really funny things that have never seen the light of day

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365daysofsasuhina · 5 years

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[ 365 Days of SasuHina || Day Three Hundred Eight: Servitude ] [ Uchiha Sasuke, Hyūga Hinata ] [ SasuHina ] [ Verse: A Light Amongst Shadows ] [ AO3 Link ]

When you’re young, some established norms in your life that - to anyone else - may appear strange or even wrong can be hard to realize yourself. You grow up in an environment that’s all you know. Has always been the way you know it. And only by taking in outside stimuli and opinions can you start to form your own beyond what you’ve always known.

For Hinata...her suspicions began earlier than most that something was very, very wrong with her clan.

Neji, her dear cousin and playmate when very young, took a sudden turn for the worse after her third birthday. Hinata, so new to the world, had difficulty understanding precisely why. But the next time she saw him, the strange mark upon his brow was a stark difference...as well as the cold, hollow look in his eye.

“This is the legacy of the Hyūga, Hinata,” Hiashi had told her, a hand on her shoulder as she peered to him in question. “This seal is what has protected our bloodline and its secrets for centuries. The branch clan will always serve the main house...to keep us safe.”

Young and impressionable, Hinata hadn’t wholly questioned it...but nor has she fully understood it. The house hierarchy was something her young mind had yet to comprehend.

And yet...even then, part of her knew that anything to bring such an expression to Neji’s face was something she did not like.

As she grew, Hinata began to notice more and more things about the Hyūga that struck her as odd at best...and horrifying at worst. In the Academy, no one knew what she meant by branch house. The other clan children assured her there was no such thing in their bloodline. When Hinata asked how they kept their kekkei genkai or secrets safe, none had an answer...but nor did any admit to having such a stark line drawn through their clans.

The first time she saw Hiashi use the Caged Bird seal against Neji...she almost threw up. Seeing him suddenly so helpless, so pained, so eager for death to make it stop...her horror was only outweighed by her shock. Only once he deemed his nephew properly subdued did Hiashi release the technique, Neji left drooling and twitching on the dojo floor before being hauled away to his room to recover by other branch clan Hyūga.

She didn’t sleep for over a week after that, haunted by the contorted misery in her cousin’s face.

...no wonder he hated them.

Years passed, and the servitude expected of the branch clan Hyūga began to disgust her. While there was no punishment so long as one was obedient - and most of them seemed to know their place - the fact that they could be treated so poorly was bad enough...let alone that they were literally servants to other members of their own clan…!

Bringing her concerns to Hiashi, however...did more harm than good.

“You dare to question our ways…?” he’d retorted, tone dangerously quiet and foretelling of punishment. “The Hyūga have relied on that seal to keep our eyes safe for generations! Without it, the Byakugan and its secrets would be known across the continent!”

“B-but...the punishment -?”

“Is meant to keep those of lower, thinner blood in their place,” Hiashi had cut in, eyes narrowing. “To maintain order...force must often be used. Remember, Hinata...you are of the purest Hyūga breeding. This makes you fortunate...and there are those within our clan who would take that fortune from you if given the chance.”

She didn’t believe it.

Not once had she ever felt animosity from her clan save for her cousin’s thinly-veiled hatred of the main house. All she’d ever felt was a tired, somber acceptance. If any of the other Hyūga truly wished to take her place, to usurp the main house...they hid it well.

Early on, Hinata had secretly, silently promised herself one thing: that, when she became head of the Hyūga clan...the seal would be discontinued, no matter what lengths she had to go to.

...but her hesitation about the seal wasn’t the only weakness her father saw in her. Before even becoming a genin, Hinata was stripped of her title, which was given instead to her younger sister.

Every dream she’d had about ridding the clan of the seal was stolen that day...and could only be regained by reclaiming that title.

And though it was a major factor, it wasn’t the only thing that saw her determined to get stronger. Naruto, her idol, would quickly grow to outmatch her, getting further and further ahead once they became genin. And the longer he kept his back to her...the more Hinata realized...he would never see her as she saw him.

But her determination remained. She would get stronger…! If not for Naruto, if not for her title...then for herself. And someday...she would confront her clan, even if she never regained her position as heiress. Because she had made up her mind after Neji nearly killed her with the fires of his hate:

Enough was enough.

The gap between Naruto’s departure and return saw her train with her cousin nearly every day, even on the days when she would also have sessions to work with her team. Once-dainty hands became calloused from Jūken strikes against the wooden training logs. Baby fat slowly stripped away until her round face became more heart shaped. Though her build remained rounded, it was accented with muscle. Her Byakugan range reached ten kilometers. She pushed her limits of the Hakke. And after the Uzumaki’s return, she created and mastered her own technique, Jūho Sōshiken.

In those few years, under Neji’s tutelage - the genius of the branch clan - Hinata flourished...and edged closer to her goal.

...which made his death all the more heart shattering.

She’d made her choice. Even if Naruto couldn’t see her...he was too precious to lose. Both for her personally, and for the sake of their world. Hinata was ready to die for him. And yet, despite his fate being told to him as a boy...Neji embraced it not out of duty, but of a genuine will to protect his cousin when he took those mokuton shards through the chest, and died in the village hero’s arms.

...like father, like son.

Though she was exhausted, and in pain, and grieving more than words could say...Hinata pressed on with a lioness’ ferocity, helping to tear through the enemy until they overwhelmed her...and she was lost in her dream.

And then...the war was over.

But her fight had just begun.

Hanabi was still heiress. In truth, Hinata no longer wanted the position. The war had changed her perspective so drastically...she felt without direction. Save for one thing: to change her clan, for good...for the better.

But it wouldn’t be easy.

The aid of an old friend saw Neji revived, seal conquered. Hiashi, attempting to better himself, embraced his nephew fully, and agreed to help him and his daughters begin fighting back against the seal’s implementation.

At last...the branch clan’s future began to brighten.

And she felt...at peace.

...in part.

For Hinata, there was still something...missing. She had accepted the shape of Naruto’s heart, so different from her own. It would take time to do so fully...but no longer would she chase him as she had. What it meant to be a shinobi, however...she was no longer sure. Their entire world was shifting...and she had no idea how to keep up.

...but she found that in the last place she expected.

Uchiha Sasuke was, in many ways, a mystery...and yet, in others, she understood him better than most given their almost eerie parallels. It was that, coupled with her heightened understanding, that made her the champion among their year to welcome him back and do so without hesitation or wariness. In many ways, she knew his struggles, if only in a different light.

So when he, too, fought for change...she helped him, arranging for the Hyūga to ally themselves with the last Uchiha, and bring the massacre to light at long last.

And then, he repaid her...though he really had no intention to with what he’d done.

Reviving the police force with the Hyūga clan’s help was meant to help ensure that such shadows would never again choke their village. And as Sasuke explained his plan, wanting to earn her approval, Hinata felt his meaning in her bones: to work within their village to keep peace, connect with the villagers, and help keep darkness at bay.

It called to her...and so she joined: a public servant to the people. Fitting, she thought. Shinobi and their place were changing. And her doubts about her role only made her all the more sure that this would be the path to take. And alongside another champion of an oppressed clan, she would serve her village proudly.

Of course...her new career and friendship led to something else completely unexpected, getting closer to Sasuke in a way she’d never thought to. But sometimes, things just...fit.

Her road was long, and difficult...but in the end, it brought her right where she needed to be.

.oOo.

First let me say that if this is a lil...off, that's my bad. It's very late and I had to deal with some severe tooth pain, so I'm a liiil bit out of it compared to my usual self, so...this might be a little...well, off, lol - hence why it's more introspective than actually...narrative. idk, I'm very tired and really just ready to crash. One thing I despise about the canon ending is the complete lack of address given to certain issues. Foremost is the Uchiha massacre just being...swept under the rug despite ALL of team seven knowing the truth. But a close second is the Hyūga clan and their abuse of the branch house being COMPLETELY ignored, even after Neji's (unnecessary) sacrifice, and Naruto's promise to change them. We even see Hiashi - Mr. Abandon-his-daughter-and-abuse-his-nephew - supposedly embrace his half-blood grandkids, who would NORMALLY be given the seal. But otherwise, to my knowledge...nothin'. I'm disappointed, Naruto. So, in my lil version of things (which I'm currently overhauling, so...bear with me lol), Hinata puts her heckin' foot down cuz THAT AIN'T GONNA FLY with her around. So...yeah, lol Anywho, I'm...on the verge of passing out, so that's it from me. Thanks for reading!

#sasuhina #uchiha sasuke #hyūga hinata #a light amongst shadows [ canon verse ]#365daysofsasuhina

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quicklyseverebird · 5 years

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Question for pro-choicers cont

*previous post inserted since the poster has apparently blocked me from reposting. Or maybe tumblr is acting up again….*

pro-abortion-rights

You claim that abortion is murder and, in the same breath, that you intend no moral judgment about the intentionally cherry-picked most repugnant of the reasons people commit murder. How convincing! The joke is that you have the exact same moral hierarchy since you too believe that bodily autonomy may be exercised for bigoted reasons.

Imagine not understanding the concept of “for the sake of argument.”Pro-choicers don’t actually concede the point on fetal personhood, they assume it for the sake of argument with anti-abortionists because it doesn’t actually matter either way. It’s an argumentative tactic, not a concession, but keep imagining you’ve scored the point if it helps you feel better.

Lethal self-defense may be used to prevent death or great bodily harm. You want to talk about great bodily harm? I have a four-inch scar across my lower abdomen from a C-section to deliver the three-year-old that’s playing next to me right now. Earlier in my pregnancy I had a brief cancer scare whose treatment I was going to put off until after birth to avoid harming the fetus. And mine was a HEALTHY pregnancy–I was lucky enough that it wasn’t cancer, and I had no more than the “normal” symptoms in pregnancy. I worked out every day, climbing 15 flights of steps. I still had to write much of my Ph.D. thesis in bed because sitting up was so hard and when my due date came I was in labor for three days, feeling like I was being ground under a wheel the whole time, and in the end I had to get an emergency C-section. I had a hard time moving for weeks. And this was with all the latest technology available.

Great bodily harm? You bet your ass, son. I took on all of this willingly because I wanted a baby with all my heart and that was the only reason I could bear it. Forcing ANY of the above on someone who doesn’t want it when it can be safely prevented is fucking monstrous. “Imagined peril?” Yeah, right. I’m sure I’m imagining my entire pregnancy and birth and the kid. And mine was, again, a healthy pregnancy where almost everything went well and I had access to the best medical technology and humane medical care. No one can tell when something is going to go wrong in pregnancy and childbirth, and even if nothing goes “wrong” it is significantly taxing and injurious on the body.

Hmm soooo your analogy of abortion to putting a gun to someone’s head is total bullshit and you’re not okay with pregnant people changing or otherwise impacting their OWN bodies in order to end their pregnancies, either? So now you’re resorting to the intent to end the fetus’s life instead of the specific method used. Even if the primary intent is to end the pregnancy and the fetus’s death is a corollary to that, much like the person who refuses a blood or bone marrow donation, right? Does your back hurt to carry around the goalposts like that?

No, the people who use desperate and injurious means to try and end their pregnancies are distraught because people like you denied them a safe and dignified abortion. I’ve noticed before that anti-abortionists think women (while keeping the caveat that not all people who can get pregnant are women, not that most of your crowd admits it) have to be literally crazy not to want to have a baby and you’re sure that if we just knew the truth we wouldn’t do it. Nope, some of us just don’t want to have a baby, because some people with uteruses don’t! Get that through your head lol.

Also, self-defense doesn’t require the fetus be at blame in order to be justified, and here is where your fallacious and disingenuous conflation of conceding personhood for the sake of argument and actually conceding personhood does actual harm. We know, like anyone with the most basic understanding of the world knows, that the fetus does not mean harm and cannot mean to do anything. Their lack of intent does nothing to lessen the actual harm of pregnancy, however, because intent does not equal impact.

Also your coward’s way to wriggle out of the politically inexpedient specter of forcibly hospitalizing and jailing abortion clients is to infantilize and condescend to women instead of demonizing us. Lmaooooo because that’s so much humanizing. Not. This is what it looks like when you don’t have the strength of your own conviction and resort to sexism instead. Too bad, because your fellow “pro-lifers” are indeed jailing women for miscarriages and suicide attempts (link). I’m sure you’re upset by that because these women are just victims, right? Nah you’re not, you’re just out there electing the people who do this, who cut public support for women and babies (CPCs don’t count lmao like abortion scaremongering, diapers, and useless ultrasounds done by unlicensed personnel are enough support to have and raise a baby?? [link]), who make life precarious for families so fewer people will WANT to have babies, and making sure more women will be injured and die from unsafe abortions. Mission accomplished!

“The joke is that you have the exact same moral hierarchy since you too believe that bodily autonomy may be exercised for bigoted reasons.”

And you got this from my post….how exactly? No seriously, explain this.

“Pro-choicers don’t actually concede the point on fetal personhood, they assume it for the sake of argument with anti-abortionists because it doesn’t actually matter either way. It’s an argumentative tactic, not a concession, but keep imagining you’ve scored the point if it helps you feel better.”

Well since I’ve heard members of your group state outright that they know and accept (with no handy little “for argument’s sake” caveats included mind you) the unborn child is a person, etc, would kind of undermine that notion. Unless you’re now saying you’re lying. And of course, for your whole argument of self-defense to fly, they must be persons/actors as well to defend yourself against… But sure, backpedal if it helps you feel better.

32 hour labor, followed by C-section as well, followed by infection and adhesions here. High five, sister. Yet I remind you, that your entire argument for self-defense involves criminalizing an unborn child. A child that had no say in being where it was or what is happening to it. A natural, biological process. The vast majority of which were placed there consensually. I know you always like to go to the extreme cases of rape, incest, medical emergencies etc to make your point, but those are a minuscule fraction of abortion cases. I’m sorry, you do not get to say, “oops, I didn’t mean that to happen” and then use that, with the natural results of said actions to kill another person. No. You don’t. That is sick and perverse. A life is in your hands because of your own choices. You DO NOT have the right to kill it because you don’t like the consequences. Does that mean discomfort, yes. Does that even mean a chance of medical complications like we both faced? Yes. Life is hard. It means having to deal with the results of your actions, even when those involve pain and discomfort. I don’t get to murder someone because there is a chance I might break my leg. I’m sorry, I do not see murder—and I maintain it is murder, not self defense—as a viable option. The fact you do, I find disturbing.

“Hmm soooo your analogy of abortion to putting a gun to someone’s head is total bullshit and you’re not okay with pregnant people changing or otherwise impacting their OWN bodies in order to end their pregnancies, either? So now you’re resorting to the intent to end the fetus’s life instead of the specific method used. Even if the primary intent is to end the pregnancy and the fetus’s death is a corollary to that, much like the person who refuses a blood or bone marrow donation, right? Does your back hurt to carry around the goalposts like that?”

I’m not okay with people taking actions to deliberately end their unborn child’s life. No. The specific method never mattered, only the outcome and intent. I don’t see how I ever gave you reason to think I believed otherwise. Where did I do so? My goalposts have never moved. Every example you gave was a deliberate attempt to kill their child. It’s no different than whether someone chooses to burn or drown their child after birth. The child ends up dead both ways, the means is secondary. I honestly don’t understand the reasoning behind most of this paragraph. “if the primary intent is to end the pregnancy and the fetus’s death is a corollary to that” Ummm, if the primary intent is to end the pregnancy…that is literally the same thing as killing the fetus, not a corollary. By definition. Did you miss-type this?

Unless you mean re: the gun analogy. Okay then if so. No, I do not think refusing a blood/marrow transfusion is the same as actively killing another life. Is there a fine distinction? Absolutely. Lack of action vs deliberate action. Ethics is hard, like life. There are grey areas. Do I believe a person, capable of providing blood or marrow to help another person, should do so if they can? Absolutely. I’m listed as an organ donor, was a blood donor for years, and was recently tested to see if I could donate a kidney. Do I feel the state has the right to force that? No. That is not the same as, “I don’t want the discomfort and difficulty this other life might bring me, because of actions I took, therefore I will make a conscious decision to end its life rather than deal with the known, understood consequences.”

“No, the people who use desperate and injurious means to try and end their pregnancies are distraught because people like you denied them a safe and dignified abortion.”

“A safe and dignified abortion.” Wow. Just...wow. When you reach for the moon, you really go for it! And no. You don’t get to pawn other people’s bad decisions, born of a whole spectrum of backstories and circumstances, onto the pro-life crowd. That’s intellectually dishonest and you know it. Their reasons are legion. And I sincerely doubt any of those underlying issues would be solved by abortion. Please, can your brush get any broader before you need a crane to lift it?

“Nope, some of us just don’t want to have a baby, because some people with uteruses don’t! Get that through your head lol.”

Then…simple solution… Don’t take action that can result in the creation of another life. Get that through your head lol.

“Also, self-defense doesn’t require the fetus be at blame in order to be justified… Their lack of intent does nothing to lessen the actual harm of pregnancy, however, because intent does not equal impact.”

I see. So it gets to die because you were…scared/etc? It’s not to blame, but you don’t like the consequences, so yup, it has to die. Yes. That sounds so much better. “intent does not equal impact.” When your intent ends with another life’s ending, that’s a very real impact and a very real harm. But that’s okay here because...you want it to be? Who needs the self-defense argument more, I wonder? The mother or the child? Seems like the only rule here is the argument from power. Where the person with power gets to determine what is right. That’s a scary hill to take your stand on.

“Also your coward’s way to wriggle out of the politically inexpedient specter of forcibly hospitalizing and jailing abortion clients is to infantilize and condescend to women instead of demonizing us. Lmaooooo because that’s so much humanizing. Not.”

Coming from someone whose position is to, in essence, demonize and dehumanize unborn children in order to justify killing them for the sake of your own convenience like every genocidal advocate ever, this rings a little hollow. Especially with the body count you’ve racked up so far. Nice straw man though.

And wow, one cherry-picked account of a terrible miscarriage of justice and a CA law to crack down on centers providing help and alternatives to abortion (though I do concede that using misleading, and deliberate lies to ‘fight the good fight’ is wrong, and any center that does it—“half” according to that article--should stop immediately.) Wow, you got me there! /end sarcasm

Yes, we’re people too, who also make mistakes, and we form a huge spectrum of views of what is acceptable and what is not in this cause, just like your side does. If I cared to enter the mines, you know very well I could come up with plenty of counter cherry-picked examples from your camp. Women being lied to about their pregnant state, their options, the nature of their pregnancy and the very real medical risks of abortion, deliberately pushing abortions for monetary gain, husbands/boyfriends/parents forcing them to have abortions, and so on. Do I need to do so, or do you have the intellectual honestly to admit those happen too?

Sexism? Oh please. At least be original with your slogans.

But if you want to compare notes, only one of our sides is responsible for supporting and enabling 45.7 million dead babies between 1970 and 2015 in the US alone. The body count is clearly in your favor. And I know you can’t possibly be so naïve as to think diapers or those crisis centers are all the pro-life movement do. Or do I really need to link to the lists of many many many other programs and help made possible by our side? And what do you put your money to anyways? Oh yeah, pink pussy hats and placards. One side promotes and encourages life, one side promotes murder and death and spreads known lies about the “millions of babies killed in back-alley abortions!” (see https://www.hli.org/resources/doesnt-legal-abortion-save-women-filthy-back-alley-abortion-mills/ ) See! I can use hyperbole and innuendo too! :D

#insert meaningless list of woke catchphrase and slogans without understanding what they mean or how they are applied

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