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moonrisecoeur · 5 months

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OKAY HELLO you're so right on sub leaning Leon x do leaning switch girl pls elaborate my head will explode

hey!! i’m totally cool with writing it for this ask bc i mentioned it in the original post but for anyone thinking of sending in a req please note that i don’t like writing sub!reader! also i’m sorry everyone i try to write asks in the order they’re sent in but I COULDNT HELP MYSELF I WAS SO EXCITED!

no pronouns mentioned, pegging mentioned so afab reader ig, praise and degradation, switch!reader, mean dom!reader, sub!leon, soft soft soft dom!leon

leon doesn’t really put the label on himself. honestly? he doesn’t really think about it most of the time. he usually assumes that people want him to take the leading role, so he does. he likes it enough for it to be enjoyable.

when he meets you, someone so clear about what they like and what they want, he feels more comfortable. he likes it when you initiate, when you lead, even when you’re not being dominant. he likes being kissed, being touched, being adored.

you tell him what you are. a dominant-leaning switch. you like being in control most of the time, but not all of it. it’s just about the kind of mood you’re in. he thinks that makes sense.

he considers what he is. slightly more submissive, he assumes, maybe even mostly. sure, there’s the part of him that’s the caregiver and protector that makes him just a little bit more willing to acknowledge the other side, but most of the time, his care and attentiveness tend to make him more of a service sub than anything else. he wants to please, wants to give you everything you want, he wants to provide that for you.

you are more dominant most of the time, leading and initiating and controlling, pushing him against the walls of your bedroom or pressing down on his shoulders to put him on his knees. he just complies so easily, it would be impossible to resist.

“who do you belong to? who owns this pretty cock?” you ask him.

“you do. it’s… uhm, it’s yours… it’s your pretty cock to do whatever you want with…”

he really likes to be talked down to, he realizes, likes it when you call him dumb and stupid and naive, likes it when you say someone could take advantage of how nice he is, how you could take advantage of it. he likes how your mean words cut into his dignity. pretty slut. stupid whore. pathetic little thing.

he likes being yours, being taken, he discovers he likes being pegged too. he doesn’t expect it because he’s a guy and he’s conditioned to believe anything going up his ass is wrong, but you coax him into it, using your obvious power over him to persuade him into trying it at least once. he came so hard from being fucked that he could have sworn he saw stars.

he likes being yours, yours to love and adore, yours to fuck and degrade and be nothing but cruel to.

and yet, when you’re having a particularly bad day, which leon can tell you are because he can see the exhaustion in your eyes and shoulders, he steps up. your body tells the whole story of what happened, but he asks anyway.

“do you need anything from me?” he asks, and you look up at him, softer and more gentle than usual, almost more vulnerable, “hey, sweetheart, look at me. don’t tell me if you don’t wanna, but i can’t help you unless you let me. do you promise you’ll let me?”

you nod, leaning back against the bed as leon crawls in with you, lips pressing against your cheek in a soft, sweet kiss as his hands wander, touching whatever parts of you they can find.

leon notices your stress, the ache so heavily present in your bones, so he murmurs pretty little words into your ear, leaving kisses in their absence, “baby, baby, you’re okay. do you want me to touch you? would that help?”

“yeah…” you groan, leaning into him, hiding your face in a sense of shame that leon can’t quite understand yet.

“okay, got it. easy, sweetheart, i got you. i’m just gonna make you feel better, okay? just be good and let me help you feel better.”

you can’t respond, too lost in the moment to even try to, but you lean into him, not trying to hide yourself anymore. his words are so sweet, so gentle, and it’s hard to compose yourself and get yourself together when he’s right here, offering himself to you as help for your problem.

“that’s it, that’s my girl… you’re doing perfectly, always so good. you work so hard, baby, you do so much for me and everyone around you,” he mumbles, lips kissing against your jaw and neck and hands all over you. he can’t get enough.

“you make me feel so loved and so special, let me do that for you. let me take care of you,” you truly do take such good care of him. leon can’t help but want to pay back all the times you’ve comforted him during a nightmare or whatnot. all the times you’ve kissed away his tears when he cries.

“can you be good for me? i just wanna help you, baby. let me help you relax,” he mumbles again, his hands moving lower and lower until he’s touching you with a dexterity he’s never quite had before. “a couple orgasms should get rid of my baby’s stress, hm?”

his voice doesn’t sound like it usually does. it’s lower, calmer, softer. he’s gentle, so much more than you are. he couldn’t even imagine saying the things to you that you say to him, but yet he loved every second of being on the receiving end of them. it’s ironic. odd. he can’t quite explain it.

but he likes being gentle with you, being sweet and soft and maybe a little bit teasing, but not too much. he gives you everything you ask for, too enamored with you to say no.

“leon,” you murmur to him during your mandatory after sex cuddles, head still a little foggy, and he immediately perks up, like a puppy who’s owner called its name.

“hm? what’s up?”

“don’t let this get to your head…” you say to him, clinging onto him like he’s your lifeline. in some ways, he is, “i’m… still in charge.”

he laughs, pressing a kiss to your cheek, “of course you are, baby.”

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byler-luvr · 2 years

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THE SACRED EIGHT ~ A BYLER FANFICTION

(yet again, i hope to post this on ao3 once my account gets approved!)

(beware of long post, around 8k words)

after the world is saved, 1987

Mike Wheeler was currently laying in Will's bed, his arm slung around Will's waist as he nervously eyed the door every few seconds.

Mike Wheeler was laying in Will's bed.

He didn't think that would ever happen - At least not in this context. The two were cuddled extremely close together, The Breakfast Club on in the background, though Will obviously wasn't paying attention, seeing as his back was faced towards the TV so he could lay his head on Mike's chest.

Mike didn't even like The Breakfast Club, but it was one of Will's favorites. Mike thought it was very boring, but he'd watch it 100 times if it meant he got to lay with Will and escape reality for a moment.

Despite the fact that Mike had been assured several times that Will's family was already asleep, and they were in the clear, he was still nervous that someone could burst in at any moment - Will's door didn't have a lock.

Will and Mike had started dating about a week ago, after a horrifying confession in the rain. And although Mike loved him more than anything in the world, he was also scared. He felt weird kissing him, or even just hugging him. It was all so new. But at the same time he loved it - He loved Will.

He was in love with Will. And he didn't know how to feel about it.

His whole life he'd known it was wrong, that boys don't date other boys. But he'd also been in love with Will his whole life, so that had to mean something, right?

Mike shook away all of his thoughts with a small sigh and tried his best to focus on what was happening in the moment.

"You okay?" Will asked softly, turning his head upwards to look at Mike's eyes, which were already directed towards Will.

Mike smiled at the sound of his boyfriends voice, before nodding. "I'm fine. Just a little...On edge," Mike admitted, making Will frown.

"How many times do I have to tell you that we're fine?" He asked with a small laugh. "Mom won't come in, shes been asleep for hours."

Mike rolled his eyes with an exasperated sigh. "I know, but - but what if she did? And Jonathon? Or El?" He pushed. El would be the worst case scenario. He couldnt imagine breaking the news to her that he'd found someone else just weeks after they'd broken up.

"Don't worry about them either," Will assured, placing a small kiss on the corner of Mike's mouth as he lifted himself up to be eye-level with the boy before him. Mike's heart skipped a beat at the action.

"If Jonathon came in...He wouldn't care, Mike. I promise," Will soothed, but Mike's brow furrowed. That wasn't what Will had said before. Will had told him Jonathon wouldn't come in, not that he'd just 'be okay' with it.

"Will, I don't want Jonathon to know, I - I don't care if he'd be okay with it," Mike specified, causing Will's face to fall as he broke eye contact.

Will understood, of course he understood. But he knew that Jonathon would be happy for the two of them - in fact he was positive.

"Mike. You have to understand that Jonathon's different. He knows I'm gay, he knows that..." Will trailed with a sigh, causing Mike to back away slightly as he sat up, Will quickly mimicking.

"He knows what?" Mike asked cautiously, unable to make eye contact with the other boy. Jonathon didn't know know, did he? He couldn't...

"I was just...Look, Mike, I was really happy! I couldn't keep it in, we tell each other everything," Will tried to explain, as Mike tuned him out and repeated the words 'Oh My God' to himself. He felt like he was going to throw up. Jonathon KNEW.

"He's - Mike, look at me," Will said, firmly but kind, as he grabbed Mike's chin. Mike obliged as Will gently turned his boyfriend's head to face him, sighing nonetheless. Mike was mad, but he wasn't going to let it out. At least not yet - Not unless he really needed to.

"Jonathon loves me, and he loves you. He loves us, Mike. And I promise he doesn't care about whether or not you're a boy, and I promise that he's the only person I've told," Will explained, yet Mike could still feel himself get teary-eyed.

"What if he tells Nancy?" He asked after a moment, his voice weak and quiet.

Will shook his head, his eyes darting back and forth between Mike's. "He won't. It's not his secret to tell," Will reassured, but Mike wasn't convinced.

"Yeah, but...But what if he did?" Mike asked, his voice raised slightly so that it would hit its usual register. He hated feeling small. He always felt small when he cried.

"Then...So what?" Will responded, much to Mike's surprise. He continued before Mike had to opportunity to interject. "Mike, do you seriously think that my brother would date someone like that? Someone who actually cared about who other people love? Because you're a dumb idiot if you do," Will laughed lightly at the end, causing Mike's lips to twitch upwards ever so slightly. Will's laugh could always cheer him up, it was like hearing an angel sing, or something.

Mike sniffled, staying silent for a moment before speaking up. "Well…Wouldn't want to be a 'dumb idiot', now would I?" He asked with a small downturned smile, making Will's cheeks turn rosy.

"Shut up, you know what I meant," He teased, playfully hitting Mike's chest, causing Mike to let out a small giggle as the two leaned in closer.

Mike hesitated as Will closed the distance, his first instinct being to jump back, and yell at Will for even trying such a thing on another boy. But those feelings went away as soon as their lips locked, and Mike quickly felt that warm and fuzzy feeling come over him again. He'd gotten that feeling a lot lately.

The first kiss was fireworks - Pure fireworks, lighting up and going off over his whole body. But after that it was just...Familiarity. A comforting reality, one that Mike could stay in forever.

Their lips moved in perfect sync, before Will smiled into the kiss and began to pull away. "Feeling better?" He asked, his voice hushed as their noses touched.

Mike nodded, his mind still fuzzy as he stayed in a trance-like state. "Yeah," He whispered, before pulling Will back to meet his lips yet again.

That was the first time that Mike had been the one to initiate a kiss. A week and a half of romance and non-stop lip-locking, and this was the very first one Mike could bring himself to start. Pathetic.

But, hey - At least he was doing it! Progress, right?

Wills hands quickly fell from Mike's face, the left one going to his neck, and the right one falling onto his chest, giving Mike the perfect opportunity to cup Will's cheeks with his own two hands.

He could feel himself push into the kiss more, trying to close to little distance the two had between each other completely. He wanted every centimeter of his skin to be touching Will's - It just felt so comforting. Will was always warm, and Mike was always cold. They were perfect.

Will's hand gripped more onto Mike's neck, making him gasp through the kiss - Which Will took as an opportunity to use tongue.

Mike and Will had never actually 'made out' before - And Mike liked it a lot more than he thought he would.

Making out with El always felt weird, as much as he hated to admit it. It wasn't like she was bad at it, or anything, but the thought of her tongue in his mouth had always been so gross. He thought he'd be like that with everyone, that french kissing just wasn't for him - but Will was his exception.

It wasn't that hard to tell that Will didn't know what he was doing, but that only made it feel more special. Mike was able to silently guide him, and Will caught on pretty quickly.

The twos' legs started to scramble, heads more or less on top of each other as Will moved so that he was on Mike's lap.

Mike couldn't help but flinch at the action, something that he immediately regretted doing. He loved Will, but deep down in his mind, there was a part of him that didn't - Or a part of him that was still scared. That knew how weird and wrong they were for doing stuff like this. They were supposed to be best friends - Boys weren't supposed to date!

Mike hated himself for still having those feelings.

Will pulled back from the kiss, his legs lifting up off of Mike's lap slightly. "Is that okay?" He asked through a pant, Mike nodding immediately. Of course it was okay. So why did part of him still feel like it wasn't?

Well, he knew why. Will had explained to him that no matter what, he'd probably always feel weird about it, because he thought he was supposed to. He just hated that society had made him feel like he was supposed to. Being with Will felt so natural, so why the hell did people act like it wasn't?

"Yeah," He breathed through swollen lips, before Will closed the distance between them again.

The sudden pressure Mike could feel against his lap sort of hurt, but like...In a good way? Was that crazy? It wasn't sexual, or anything, Mike wasn't like that. It just felt comforting. Like he was smushed. In a good way.

His arms wrapped around Will's waist, his mind repeating the same word over and over.

Will.

Will?

The words echoed as they kissed, and then...Footsteps?

Shit. That wasn't his mind. But it was too late now, because the door was opening and the light was flickering on.

"Wi - Oh, Jesus!" A familiar voice exclaimed as Will scrambled off of Mike's lap. That little liar.

Mikes eyes were open - Wide open - But he couldn't see. His mind was racing too much.

There was...Silence. Nobody said a word, for what felt like an eternity.

Mike's eyesight slowly came back, revealing a wide-eyed Jonathon. He reeked of weed, but he didn't look high. The scent must've been old.

At least it was just Jonathon. Mike didn't know what he would do if it was anybody else.

Clearly something pretty fucking bad would happen, because even though it was just Jonathon, even though it was somebody that already knew, he could feel his eyes turn glossy. Not enough to let tears fall, but definitely not dry.

Back when Mike was just fourteen, and Hopper would walk in on him and El and start yelling at them, Mike always found it so funny. He supposed it was always a little embarrassing, because someone else seeing you kiss another person felt personal - But he'd never felt like this.

He felt embarrassed, and ashamed, and guilty. He felt like he hated himself. He kept having to remind himself that it was just Jonathon, but nothing seemed to work.

In a way it'd always felt surreal whenever he was with Will, or kissing him. But this just made him remember that it's not. He's not in his own little gay world where everything was sunshine and rainbows all of the time - This was real. Mike was gay, and people were going to know that. It was scary.

Jonathon stayed with his lips pursed and his eyes wide for a few more seconds, until his expression morphed in the blink of an eye. His mouth fell open and twisted into a laugh, his eyes scrunching up from his smile.

"I guess we need to start keeping this door open, yeah?" He asked through his laughs, not a care in the world.

Mike looked over at Will, who had bright red cheeks, and a small smile as he nodded sheepishly.

Jonathon's laugh came to a halt, but his face stayed smiling. "You guys get to sleep - It's late!" He exclaimed, before turning around and walking out the door without another word, leaving it open just about three inches.

And suddenly, that wave of familiarity came back. The door open three inches, the laughing, the overall disinterest. Everything felt just like when he was with El - Only he was with Will, which was like...10x better.

Mike took a shaky breath, his eyes drying back up as his face twisted into a small smile and he turned to face Will.

"What'd I tell you?" Will said with a small giggle. "He doesn't care."

And with one last kiss, the two laid back down into each other's arms, and drifted off into a peaceful sleep.

"Oh my God, this is so boring!" Will groaned. "Put it in, take it out, who cares?" He exclaimed, much to Dustin's dismay.

The party was hanging out in Mike's basement playing dnd, when Dustin had suddenly received a call from Suzie, asking if she should wear her hair up or down for homecoming - Which Dustin was visiting for, behind her parents' back.

What seems like a short, two-sentence conversation, quickly morphed into a 'wait, no put it up like this and tell me how it looks - no take it out!'

The rest of the party couldn't handle it anymore.

Mike couldn't help but snort at Will's phrasing, a joke slipping out of his mouth before he could even realize that it was happening.

"That's not what you said last night!" He exclaimed with a childish giggle, Lucas joining in and laughing at the joke as well.

Will's face turned a beet red as he turned to look at Mike with wide eyes. "Michael! Stop," He said with a nervous laugh.

Mike had always made jokes like this before, it was sort of his thing - He hadn't really thought about the fact that things would be different after the two had started dating. The way Will would react could very obviously give away their relationship, but Mike hadn't been smart enough to think about it.

"You know you love me," Mike egged on with an exaggerated eye roll, leaning in closer to Will's face for dramatic effect. Before, that would've been a totally normal thing to say, because that was Mike's humor. But now? The way he'd said it? He was basically just outing himself.

Will didn't say anything, nor did he move. He simply smiled and stared into Mike's eyes, unable to move.

And although Mike loved it, he knew now wasn't the time. Jonathon being cool about everything was amazing and eye-opening, but he still wasn't quite there. He didn't know if he'd ever be able to tell his friends.

So, instead he just moved his head back and cleared his throat, his face falling into a blank look.

Will frowned to himself, wondering what he did wrong. He wasn't as keen on the idea of keeping things private as Mike was, but he respected his decision.

Obviously he didn't want to walk around holding hands or anything, but he wanted his friends and family to know. It was important to him. But Mike just couldn't. And he felt terrible about it, but it didn't matter, because he simply could not tell people about him and Will.

"God, what's up with you guys lately," Lucas scoffed with a confused laugh. "You guys flirting?" He teased in a high-pitched voice, making Mike's eyes widen as Lucas reached up to pinch his cheek - His hand was profoundly slapped away. Maybe a little too hard.

"Lucas, stop," Mike said through gritted teeth, turning to face him with a glare.

Lucas's brow furrowed, as he raised his hands up in mock-surrender. "Calm down, dude, it was just a joke," He defended, causing Mike to huff.

Will shook his head, a small smile on his face. "Just drop it," He said gently to Lucas.

Lucas's face seemed to go through about twenty different expressions in ten seconds.

First he looked confused, then he look surprised - Like he had realized something. Then it was another confused look, then a gape, before he finally landed on a soft, blank expression. Content.

"Oh. Um...I - I'm sorry," He murmured with a serious tone, nodding slightly.

Great. Now Lucas new, and now he probably hated them. Mike needed to deflate this as quick as he could, before he went full-on panic attack.

Just as Mike began to open his mouth and play it all off as a big joke, Dustin hung up the phone and spoke up.

"Wait, I'm confused, are Mike and Will dating now?" He asked casually, making Mike's eyes widen.

"What? No! Don't be ridiculous, we're boys," He nearly shouted, but Dustin's expression stayed the same.

"So?" He asked, making Mike's eyes widen even more. He'd gone through several different scenarios in his head for this very moment - Most where Dustin absolutely hated him, some where he was supportive...But never one where he simply didn't care. Why did no one seem to care? Was Mike the only one that saw him and Will for what they truly were? A glitch in the matrix - Or something. They were far from normal.

"S - So? What?" Mike asked, his tone hissy, like he was spitting the words out at the rest of the party.

"So, Northstar and Kyle are both boys, didn't stop John Bryne from writing them together as a couple," Dustin retorted, though everybody else was lost.

"Northstar. X-Men...Marvel? He can fly, he's - You know what, it doesn't matter! Point is, he's gay," Dustin groaned with an eye roll. Sometimes he was too geeky to understand, which was a lot coming from Mike: The party's DM.

"We're not superheroes," Mike muttered under his breath, using anger to hide the fact that he was sad, or to keep himself from crying.

"He's...A villain. Whatever, either way! It's the eighties, the world just keeps getting more progressive. What, you really thought we'd care?"

And now Mike wanted to cry. Because now Dustin and Lucas new, and Dustin was totally and completely okay with it, and...That was just really fucking unexpected.

"I'm sorry we didn't tell you," Will apologized, nudging Mike slightly on the shoulder to keep him happy, and to say 'I Told You So'.

"Mike didn't - We didn't know if you'd be...Okay. With it," Will explained, his voice shaky as if he was going to cry, too.

Him and Mike weren't that different, when it came to all the hating yourself stuff. Mike always forgot, because Will put up a better front than he did. He always had.

Dustin shrugged, a warm smile on his face. "Yeah, whatever. Just don't let this mean you're gonna play favorites, and no making out during a campaign, ever."

Will laughed, but Mike was pre-occupied. Lucas hadn't said a damn word, and it was starting to worry him. Was he not okay with it? He knew it...

"Um - Lucas?" Mike asked, his breath heavy as his voice broke on the last syllable. He wasn't fully crying, he wouldn't let that happen. He was just trying far too hard to keep it in.

"Hm? Oh," Lucas muttered, snapping away from his thoughts. The rest of the party stayed staring at him until he spoke again.

"I just...Well I knew - I mean, we all knew that Will was...Well just, with the way the other kids always were with you, and how they always called you...Um," Lucas stammered, unsure of his own thoughts at this point.

Luckily, Will was Will, the most amazing and understanding person in the world.

And although he was clearly hurt, he nodded, a smile on his face.

Lucas sighed. "I just...I didn't think Mike was. I - I don't really understand, what about El?" He asked, his brow seeming as if it was permanently furrowed.

Mike tried to answer, but when he opened his mouth he only felt like he was going to sob, so he shut it back up tighter than before, his eyes falling closed as well.

Luckily, Will picked up on this before anybody else did, and answered for him. "Mike and El broke up months ago."

"No, I know that! I just mean...I don't...Was it fake?" He asked, but Mike shook his head, taking a deep breath before responding.

All he needed to remember was that Lucas wasn't mad. He was just confused.

"No. No it wasn't - It wasn't fake," He said through his breaths, before they began to steady out. "I just...I thought I loved her. I mean, I do love her, but it's just...It's not in that way. I love her the w - way I love you and Dustin," He explained, trying his best to be calm, despite the fact that some half-sobs escaped his lips.

Lucas nodded, staying silent for a long moment, before asking one simple question.

"You love Will the way that I love Max?" He asked, seemingly on the verge of tears. Lucas hadn't been the same since Max. He still talked about her like she was...Here. Even though she wasn't. And she hadn't been in a long time.

Mike nodded, a bittersweet smile on his face. "I really do."

Lucas mimicked Mike's smile, his eyes genuine as a single tear slipped out of them.

"I'm happy for you."

Mike approached the quarry for a picnic date with Will, immediately smiling as the two locked eyes.

Will was sat with his foot tapping on a red and white plaid blanket, a basket of food in front of him. He was so perfect.

“Mike! Come here!” Will urged with a grin as soon as he spotted Mike. Mike ran over to Will giddily, before plopping down next to him and kissing his cheek.

These past few months had been so incredible. Mike and Will were so comfortable with each other now, despite the fact that it had taken Mike quite a while to warm up to it all. Mike never even thought about the fact that they were queer when they were together anymore - The bad thoughts only came into his head when he thought about other people finding out.

“Hi,” Mike said with a smile as Will turned to face him, their noses nearly touching. “Hi,” Will whispered back, placing a small kiss on Mike’s lips before turning back in front of them and unpacking the basket.

He grabbed a plastic-wrapped PB&J and handed it to Mike, before setting out the rest of the tupperware’s of snacks he had packed, saving his own sandwich for the last.

“Thanks,” Mike murmured with a warm smile as he unwrapped his sandwich, before taking a bite out of it.

“Of course,” Will responded mindlessly, as he laid his head onto Mike’s shoulder and enjoyed the view.

The quarry could be really beautiful, once you got past all of the traumatic memories that were tied to it. The sky was a light blue, dusted with fluffy clouds, as the sun peaked out from behind a tree. A truly perfect date spot.

The two sat in silence for a moment as they ate and enjoyed the view, before Will pulled away and spoke up.

“Okay, I have news,” He announced, a hint of nervousness in his voice.

Mike raised an eyebrow. “Good news I hope?” He questioned with an intrigued look.

Will nodded. “Great news - At least, I think so…Honestly, I don’t know how you’re gonna react,” Will admitted through a small sigh, his eyes breaking contact for a split second before raising back up.

Mike’s brow furrowed, nodding silently as he pursed his lips. What could he mean by that? Why would Mike react poorly to good news?

“I told my parents about us!” Will blurted out loudly, making Mike’s eyes widen. He what? Without even consulting Mike about it? Parents…Plural?

“Now, before you get mad,” Will forced out the second Mike started to open his mouth, grabbing his hand gently.

“I didn’t…Mean to tell Mom and Hopper. It just sort of came out - I’m so sorry, I know you should’ve been there with me. I should’ve at least talked to you about it.”

Oh. Joyce and Hopper. Not Lonnie - That was good. Mike was seriously freaked out for a second there.

Much to his surprise, he didn’t really…Care. Will and Him had been together for so long now, he honestly kept forgetting that other people didn’t know.

“No, Will, that’s great!” Mike exclaimed, giving Will’s hand a small squeeze. Will grinned. “Really? Y - You’re not mad?”

Mike shook his head. “Of course not. I would be if you’d told anybody else, but…Your mom? Hopper? They deserve to know,” The young man assured his boyfriend. He wasn’t exactly sure when he’d started feeling so chill about this all, but boy was he glad.

“How’d they react?” Mike asked, this time feeling a little bit nervous. But he knew Joyce, and he knew she’d be happy. Hopper on the other hand? Mike wasn’t quite sure…What if he told El?

“They’re supportive, Mike. I honestly…I didn’t expect them to be. I didn’t expect anyone to be, but…” Will trailed off, his grin wide as he looked deeply into Mike’s eyes. “They were.”

Mike had to bite his lip to keep himself from grinning ear to ear like an idiot, instead keeping it as a normal-sized, toothy smile.

“I’m glad. Even Hopper?” Mike asked, still somewhat unconvinced.

Will nodded with a small laugh. “Even Hopper. I think he’s just glad you’re not dating El anymore - But now he’s also kind of mad that he’s gonna have to deal with you again, seeing as he’s moving in, and all,” Will explained, making Mike laugh as well. He loved that grumpy old man.

“But no, I mean, he was supportive. It took a little bit of convincing from my mom, but now he’s like…The worlds biggest ally,” Will voiced, holding his hand up to the sky on the last sentence as a joke.

Mike laughed yet again. “I’m really glad you told them, Will. Was - Um…Was El there, too?” He asked with a gulp, though Will shook his head.

“I made sure they know not to tell her. I want you to be the one to do that,” He assured. Mike let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding.

“I will tell El, eventually. I promise,” Mike vowed, Will nodding his head. “I know you will. Take your time.”

Mike thought about his own family, thinking over his drafted-decisions for a moment, before finalizing one. One that he’d been wanting to finalize for a long time.

“But for now…” He trailed, taking a deep breath. “I think I’m gonna tell Nancy,” He admitted, making Will’s eyes go wide.

“Really? Are - Are you sure you’re ready?“ He questioned in awe. Mike nodded, a goofy grin on his face. “I’m positive. In fact, I’m telling her tonight,” He decided, making Will smile.

“Mike?” He asked after a moment, Mike humming in response. “I love you.”

Mike blushed, placing his own forehead against Will’s. “I love you too.”

Later that day, Mike sat on his couch, eagerly awaiting Nancy’s arrival. She’d gone on a date with Jonathon, and Mike had been waiting hours to sit her down and come out to her.

Wow.

Come out to her. Mike was coming out. Mike was gay.

Well, obviously Mike knew he was gay. But he hadn’t quite…Told someone before. Sure, people knew he was dating Will, but he hadn’t told anyone those two glorious words yet.

I’m. Gay.

Such simply syllables, with such an insanely deep meaning. The thought of saying it sent shivers down his spine. It was…Weird. Scary.

But he had to - No, he wanted to. He was sick of keeping it a secret.

And although he had no intentions of telling his dad, and maybe even his mom, he needed to tell Nancy. It had been eating him alive ever since he and Will had gotten together.

Just then, the door knob twisted open, causing Mike to jump up onto his feet eagerly.

“Oh, hi, Mike,” Nancy said with a smile as she walked through the door. Mike only nodded, his mind racing.

“Whatcha doing?” She asked slowly as she set down her purse, an awkward laugh escaping her lips.

“I need to talk to you,” He blurted out all in one breath, nearly making Nancy jump.

“Okay…Shoot,” Nancy said with a shrug, looking skeptical nonetheless.

Mike nodded, standing still for a second before awkwardly turning around and plopping on the couch, motioning for Nancy to do so also. She obliged, sitting next to Mike.

He turned to face his sister, their knees touching as he did so.

And suddenly, just as he opened his mouth, the words just…Vanished. The conversation he’d spent months rehearsing was simply gone, as if it had never existed in the first place.

Instead, Mike sat there with his mouth open and his brow furrowed, breathing heavily as he tried to remember what to say.

And then the tears started.

Those stupid fucking tears that Mike hated. The ones that formed in his eyes every single time he tried to talk about something serious. He couldn’t stand crying, yet he did it constantly.

Nancy sighed, her eyes falling closed. “Did someone die?” She asked in a hushed tone.

Mike’s brow furrowed even more, before his eyebrows raised upwards. “What? No! Nancy, everything’s fine, it’s just…” He trailed, making sure to comfort her as soon as possible.

“Just?” Nancy asked after a moment, her eyes still wide. Mike knew that, given their history, the only other times Mike had had to sit her down was when bad news followed - Usually involving the upside down. But the upside down was gone now, and Mike’s personal problems didn’t even compare to those old problems.

It couldn’t be worse than the upside down. It couldn’t be worse than Barb, and Bob, and Billy, and Eddie, and Max dying. It couldn’t be worse than Vecna, or the mind flayer, or the demogorgons.

His problems were small. That’s all he had to remember.

“I’m gay,” Mike ripped the band-aid off, his eyes shutting closed as soon as he said it. “And I’m dating Will.”

He wasn’t sure exactly what he expected, but it definitely wasn’t an immediate, warm hug.

He flinched the second he felt her limbs near his, assuming she was going to hit him or something - Not that Nancy ever would.

Instead, she wrapped her arms around his body and buried her head into his hair. Mike couldn’t remember how to hug back in that moment, but Nancy didn’t care. Her goal was to make him feel okay. Her goal was to make him feel loved.

“Thank you for telling me,” She whispered, squeezing him a bit tighter, before letting go and pulling away, a warm smile on her face as tears streamed down Mike’s. What an interesting contrast. Almost symbolic.

She placed her hand on her baby brother’s face, using her thumb to wipe away his tears without another word.

“You’re not…Mad?” He asked quietly, his voice shaky. He’d expected her to be mad.

Nancy had…A reputation. Kids at school used to call her a priss, or stuck-up. Then again, she was dating Jonathon Byers. Maybe things had changed after that.

"Mad? No, Mike, I -“ She started as she shook her head, before taking a small, deep breath. “I already…Knew. At least about the Will part,” She admitted, biting her lip nervously.

She knew? How was that even possible? Had she seen them together, or something?

Maybe she had. After all, they weren’t that good at keeping things secret. They were almost always holding hands, and they’d been hanging out a lot more than normal lately.

Mike spoke up as soon as he noticed that the last minute had been filled with silence. “I guess…” He trailed, sniffling and wiping his eyes as his tears came to a halt.

“I guess we’re not that good at keeping it a secret,” He said with a small, slightly forced laugh.

Nancy laughed, nodding in agreement. “No, you’re really not. I caught onto it a couple months ago, and -“ She started, until Mike cut her off. “Months?” He asked in a hushed tone.

Why didn’t she say anything?

“And,” She started again, throwing him a glare. After all, she was his sister. “I asked Jonathon about it. Figured if anybody knew, it would be him. He was reluctant at first, but he told the truth. God, I’ve just been waiting for you to tell me for so long. I was starting to think you never would.”

Mike was shocked. Like, actually shocked. Jonathon told her? She knew…She knew. Mike’s life was so insane to him. How had literally everybody been okay with it so far? How was that even possible, when he knew for a fact that he’d never heard anything good about gay people - Ever!

“And it’s a good thing Jonathon told me when he did, honestly, because I was…I was really confused,” She admitted after realizing that Mike wasn’t going to speak until she explained more.

“You were?” He asked, his brow furrowed. She nodded, a sad smile on her face.

“I knows it’s stupid, but I just…I didn’t get it. You and El seemed so good together, a - and I mean, Will? Little Will Byers that you’ve known your whole life? It didn’t make any sense,” She said with a laugh, Mike nodding along.

“But that wasn’t…That wasn’t even what confused me the most. I didn’t even know that boys could love each other in that way, at least not in real life. Definitely not in highschool,” She admitted, embarrassment and guilt taking up her entire expression.

And that, ladies and gentlemen, was the reaction he’d expected. The normal reaction. The same one he’d had when Will first kissed him.

He was glad that it wasn’t the one he was greeted with. Maybe Jonathon telling her really was a good thing. Maybe if he’d told her before, it would’ve all gone to shit, and she wouldn’t have ever forgave him.

“Neither did I,” Mike admitted, his voice quiet as he looked back up at Nancy’s eyes. “Not until Will kissed me,” He explained, stumbling over the word kiss. It was a weird thing to talk about.

Nancy nodded. “But that just makes the two of you so much more special. And now I understand that, but before? It really scared me before. I - I thought you were just going through a phase, or something, as stupid as it sounds,” She stammered, but Mike understood. He understood more than she could imagine.

“But, anyways, I’m just…I’m just glad I found out before you told me. Otherwise this could’ve been really messy, and I wouldn’t have been able to tell you that I support you,” She finished with a smile, making Mike smile as well.

“I’m glad, too. Thank you so much,” He rushed out, before pulling her into another hug, this one lasting a bit longer than the first.

She hugged him back, the two siblings holding each other tight as they sat on their living room couch, heads buried into each other’s shoulders until neither one could breathe and they were forced to pull away.

“Nancy?” Mike said after a moment. “Yeah?” She asked. “How did you find out?” He pondered, realizing that she hadn’t specified.

Nancy laughed, letting her eyes roll upwards before responding. “Most teenage boys don’t go on picnic dates with their friends - Or have, like, a thousand paintings of themself on their wall from their best friend,” She teased, this time making Mike roll his eyes.

“Okay! Okay, I get it,” He said with a laugh, as she ruffled his hair. He really should try to hide it better, but what was the harm? His dad didn’t pay enough attention to catch on, and his Mom…Wait, did his mom know?

Nancy spoke up right then, almost on cue. “I’m pretty sure Mom knows, too. But trust me, she doesn’t care. She loves you two, y’know?” She said.

Mike grinned. “Well, there’s no way in hell I’m telling her. She’ll have to bring that up herself.”

Nancy laughed. “Oh, I’m sure she will. Mom always needs to know every single detail of our lives.”

And the same time next week, she did. And it ended with a hug and a batch of warm chocolate chip cookies.

“You smell so good,” Mike muttered against Will’s neck as he placed kisses up and down it, making Will laugh.

“I smell good?” He repeated, in a tease-y tone. Mike pulled away, leaning in so that his lips were just centimeters away.

“You smell amazing,” He specified through a whisper, making Will laugh even more. “That’s such a creepy thing to say!” He exclaimed, but Mike shook his head, making their noses brush together.

“No, it’s not, it just means that you smell good,” He said, placing pecks on Will’s lips in between the last three words.

“Yeah?” Will asked.

“Yeah,” Mike repeated.

“What do I smell like then?”

“Like Will.”

“I smell like ‘Will’?”

“Mhm.”

“How does one smell like Will?”

“I don’t know, you just do.”

“Well what does ‘Will’ smell like?”

Mike thought for a moment, trying to depict every separate scent he was smelling. Will just smelled like…Will.

Like a mix between a lot of things. A mix between sweat, and leaves, and mint toothpaste. So that’s exactly what he said.

“‘Will’ smells like a mix between sweat, leaves, and mint toothpaste,” Mike explained, causing Will to grimace.

“That doesn’t sound very good,” Will countered, but Mike shook his head, causing their noses to bump yet again.

“It smells amazing,” He pressed, despite the fact that Will didn’t seem convinced. Maybe Mike was just used to the smell, but he smelled like home. Was that weird?

“Leaves…Like what kind of leaves?” Will asked, cocking his head.

Mike pulled away a little bit, running his fingers through Will’s hair as he answered. “Fall leaves - Like when theres a big pile, and you step on them and it makes that crunch sound.”

“It’s…It’s not even fall,” Will said with a small laugh, as Mike continued to run his fingers through Will’s hair.

“You’ve smelled like this your whole life, baby, I don’t know what to tell you,” Mike murmured, his tone lower than normal because he knew Will liked when he did that.

“Baby?” Will repeated, his face red as he let out a small giggle. Mike could feel his cheeks heat up as he noticed what he had said earlier - It just came out so naturally!

“Shut up,” Mike murmured quickly, before leaning back into Will and pressing his lips against his.

The kiss lasted only a few seconds, their lips moving in sync perfectly, before a knock on the door caused Mike to jump away.

“Come in!” Will exclaimed through a small laugh, noticing how dumb Mike looked from throwing himself across the bed.

“Hello, Will, Mike,” El said with a cheery smile as she walked through the door, just now getting home from her friend, Stacey’s, house.

Mike’s heart rate increased rapidly as he smiled at El. That was close. “Hey, El.”

“I wanted to sh - What’s that?” El cut her self off, pointing towards Will’s neck.

Will’s brow furrowed, unsure of what she was pointing at, until Mike looked and his eyes widened. A hickey. Maybe those were a little more than just ‘small neck kisses’ he had been giving Will…

“Oh! That’s um - That’s um -“ Mike stammered, unsure of what excuse he could use. He was at a loss.

Will’s brow furrowed deeper as he looked at himself in the mirror, before gasping. “Oh!” He exclaimed, before quickly saving himself.

“I have no idea, maybe it’s just a freckle from the sun…You don’t worry about it. I’ll ask Mom when she gets home,” Will assured, scarily good st lying. He’d had to lie his whole life, Mike supposed. It was kind of sad.

Maybe Mike didn’t want Will to keep lying. Hell, even Mike didn’t want to keep lying. It was tiring, and he was over it. He just needed to rip the bandaid off - Just like he had with Nancy.

His only concern was hurting El. Not that he really thought it would, because El definitely didn’t love him in that way, but because he knew it’d be weird for her to see him dating someone else…Let alone her brother.

El’s brow furrowed, clearly unconvinced. “Okay,” She muttered. “As I was going to say, I wanted to show you two something. It is a drawing I did,” She said with a grin as she reached into her tote bag and pulled out a folded piece of paper.

“I am very proud of it - Stacey helped me with the shading. It is for you guys,” She explained as she handed it to Will, who unfolded it.

A large grin took over Will’s face as his eyes darted back and forth between every corner of the picture.

“El, this is incredible,” Will breathed.

Mike scrambled over to Will’s side to see what it was, before the same look came over his own face. “It really is,” He agreed as he placed a hand on the other end of the paper.

It wasn’t as good as Will’s drawings, no, but she was really improving. Mike was really impressed.

The drawing was of two boys - Seemingly Will and Mike - Sitting on the quarry, feet hanging off of the edge as they looked up at the sky, arms wrapped around each other. It was beautiful.

“Thank you,” El said shyly. “Will talks a lot about how you two like to hang out at the quarry. He says you eat food out of baskets there, too. I thought it sounded very pretty,” She explained, seeming very proud of herself.

Mike nodded, opening his mouth to respond, before taking a moment to consider what he wanted to say.

Well, obviously he knew what he wanted to say. The question was: Should he say it? Was now really the time?

No time like the present, right? That was a common phrase…Right? Fuck. Shit. Who cares anymore. El deserved to know, she was basically the last person to find out. She needed to know.

“Yeah, um…Will and I love going on dates at the quarry,” He said, his eyes darting up towards El again. “It’s our favorite spot.”

Mike didn’t even have to look at Will’s face to know what his expression was - He could practically feel it. His eyes and mouth were wide open, and his nose was small from sucking in a breath.

El stood for a moment without responding, her brow furrowed intensely.

“Was…I on a date with Stacey? When I went to her house and we drew together?” She asked after a moment, making Mike laugh.

“No, El. Friends - Friends don’t go on dates,” He said through a deep breath, wincing at the thought of what could come next. There was no way in hell that El had ever heard of gay people, so this could go…A lot of different ways.

She thought for another moment, before nodding. “You and Will are more than friends,” She stated, before looking up for conformation.

Mike glanced at Will, who nodded, before looking back up at El. “Yes.”

“You and Will are boyfriends?” She asked, surprisingly catching on quite quickly.

Mike nodded against, chewing on his lip vigorously. “Yes. I’m sorry we didn’t tell you sooner, it’s just that you and I used to date, so I didn’t want you to -“ Mike started, but El cut him off.

“Mike,” She voiced, immediately making him fall silent. “It is okay. I understand,” She said with a small smile, her eyes relaxed.

Mike…Did not expect that kind of reaction. He never does, no matter how many people support him, he always thinks the worse will happen. Maybe he should get a therapist, or something, but that was beside the point.

“You’re not…Confused? A - About the fact that I like boys?” He asked hesitantly, though the question seemed to make El more confused than the sentiment.

“I like boys, too,” She said simply, her brow furrowed as her head shook back and forth.

“Well, yeah, but you’re supposed to -“ Mike got cut off again. “Are you not supposed to?” She questioned, her head cocked.

“Well…I mean no, but like…But also like yeah, I guess - It’s so confusing, it’s not like -“ And yet again Mike gets cut off by an agitated Will.

“It is normal, El. Some people like girls, and some people like boys, and some people like both. It all depends on the way you’re born,” He explained simply, throwing Mike a playful glare as he did so. Mike smiled sheepishly.

El nodded, her face retreating back to it’s normal expression. “Okay. Well, I hope you like the drawing. Now I can tell Stacey that it’s a date,” She said, making Mike and Will’s eyes both widen.

“No!” They exclaimed in unison, causing her to jump back. “No?” She asked, confused again.

“We - Um…Some people don’t like when boys date other boys,” Will explained.

“Why?” El asked.

“Because they think it’s weird.”

“Why?”

“Because society has taught them to.”

“But why?”

“I…Jesus, I don’t know, El. Mike and I just wanna keep this a secret for now, okay? No telling anyone?” Will eventually gave up.

El nodded, a smile on her face once more. “I understand. Make sure you keep the door open three inches - Just like Mike and I had to. We do not play favorites,” She said, squeezing Will’s hand before walking out the room, and leaving the door open exactly three inches.

“Wow,” Mike whispered to himself, before both him and Will broke out into a fit of giggles.

“Yeah,” Will agreed with a snort. “Wow.”

The one person he’d been dreading to tell, the one who he thought would take it the hardest…Took it the easiest? He should’ve known. El was awesome.

“Wait, hold on,” Will murmured, as if he has remember something. Sitting up straight once more, he called out for El, who reluctantly came back to the doorway.

“What?” She asked with an exaggerated eye roll. Mike was wondering the same thing.

“El, do you really not know what a hickey is?” He asked with a small laugh.

El shook her head, her face scrunched up in confusion. “Hick-ee?” She asked slowly, making Will laugh even more, and Mike feel extremely embarrassed. Yeah, he never built up the courage to give her one of those. The closet really was made of glass.

“Some people call it a love bite,” He explained. “It’s…It’s just something you get when you’re in a relationship sometimes,” Will vaguely explained, trying not to go too into detail about the things that him and Mike did.

“Oh,” El said with a shrug, a smirk appearing on her face as she crossed her arms.

“Mike never really was a good boyfriend to me.”

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pisces448 · 27 days

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long dream post

another really strange and way too lucid dream when I took a nap just now. EARLY in the dream, mom had used my yeast to make some bread but she did it soooo wrong but she was like made a million loaves of bread but with a lot of dough left over? and she was like dont touch anything in there!!! I was upset becasue I was planning on making a special loaf with it for the celebration this weekend. so i was like. then my sisters showed up and they were like “dude i’m pissed. its only 2 and all the adults are already drunk and i want to go home” so i was like talking to them and comforting them. One of them started popping a bottle of champagne and I was like are you crazy, thats what made you so upset the first time and no im not going to drink that. but then I felt bad for shooting her down so I had a glass.

Throughout the dream I had the feeling like I was in class and I had an assignment due (I fell asleep in the middle of doing homework). but I was in some highly collegiate professors house and I felt like i was being tested or a part of some sort of trial. the thing that made me think it was a test being put on by someone was because there was a guy who was older and i felt like he was one of my teachers, and he was asking me so many nonsensical and irrelevant questions it felt SO WEIRD like an interview for a job with some kind of strange backstory I didnt know about and he had this girl like a young sharp professional girl following him around and being one step ahead of him on everything. then something weird happened where he opened up this staircase that came down from the ceiling and was a lot like a climbing thing at a kids park like made of ropes. the girl followed him up there and then fell through it and landed on her face on the floor. so then i went to her and was like “are you okay? that was inappropriate and dangerous im sorry you had to go through that” and she left. then another girl came in with her family and they spoke another language or at least were from a foreign country and she seemed to replace the first girl and she was upset over something going on with her family so i was talking to her and comforting her.

then when she left a group of like 4 kids from a nonverbal tribal foreign place were there amongst a bunch of other kids. and they were confusing me and trying to ask me things and i was trying to be gentle with them but they were kinda crazy. and all the kids were fighting and blaming each other for stuff and i was trying to calm everyone down. while this was happening I got a text from a guy i used to know saying "hey when can we squeeze in a time to play one last game together" and before I got a chance to text back he was like "oh nevermind. I can see that youre going through something" or something along those lines.

back to the kids, I couldnt figure out how to comfort all of them at the same time, i ended up spraying everyone with a hose and being like OKAY. NOW EVERYONES WET. WHAT SHOULD WE DO. so i made sure that everyone had a towel and then i was like ok everyone. take your towel and dry up you face and hair really fast and crazy! and now stand up and dry off your body! great job!

this is the crazy part i just remembered. there were two adult disabled dudes living next door across a fence, cause all this was taking place in the professors back yard. and i was like do you guys know what's going on? and they were like yeah, hes always doing stuff like this. and i was like asking them more about it and one of them who had a really messed up face was like “do you want the embarrassing truth or what he usually tells people” AND THEN I WOKE UP

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theatrekidstatus · 4 months

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Chapter 17

We got more busy i was in 5 productions and 10 movies. But something happened one day

"Bea i dont fee-" i was cut off by my throw up it got on me and my bed "do you know whats wrong" "no but everything HURTS" "lets stay home today" "but" "but nothing you're sick so im going to help you" "fine" "lay down imma make a ✨breakfeast smoothie✨" "oh no" -20 minutes later- "its just fruit" "yeah,you dont like fruit or something? "I just thought" "what?" "it would be breakfasts made into one smoothie" "you're funny" "yo sè" "Si quieres hablar español, podemos hablar español" "only been 'speaking' it for 9 years calm down" "seems like plenty of time" "MOVING ON,I kinda miss Hamilton" "me too but we're moving up in the world" *he gets a text* "shit my moms in the hospital" "ant go to her I'll be fine" "you sure you can come" "'rest'. NOW GO" "see ya letter" he says all rushed and paniky. one thing lead to another and i was at walmart buying a pregnancy test "Y/N TERRELL" forgot i was famous "can i please get a photo" "sure"

*TAKES PHOTO* "dont post till till atleast half a hour please" "YES ANYTHING FOR YOU" "thanks i really appreciate it" i made my way back home and used the test and unlike when i was younger i passed i just cried perfect timing my now husband came in "honey what's wrong" "if I tell you don't get mad" "of crouse" "I'm pppp-pregnat" "im going to be a dad" "mhm y-your happy" "of course, but i want a baby if you want baby" "i want a baby" i say with now happy tears "can we tell people" "of course lets tell the mains

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Anthony pov:We got more busy i was in 2 productions and 8 movies. 2 show But something happened one day

"Bea i dont fee-" she was cut off by her throw up it got on me and our bed "do you know whats wrong" i asked "no but everything HURTS" she proclaimed "lets stay home today" "but-" she started "but nothing you're sick so im going to help you" i cut her off "fine" she says Resently "lay down imma make a ✨breakfeast smoothie✨" i announce "oh no" she mumbles -20 minutes later- "its just fruit?" she asked "yeah,you dont like fruit or something?" i ask "I just thought-" she cuts her self off "what?" i ask "it would be breakfast food made into one smoothie" she reveals "you're funny" i say "yo sè" (i know) "Si quieres hablar español, podemos hablar español" (you want to speak Spanish we can speak Spanish) "only been 'speaking' it for 9 years calm down" she tells me "seems like plenty of time" (its not😭😭) "MOVING ON,I kinda miss Hamilton" she brings up "me too,but we're moving up in the world" i say confronting her *he gets a text* "shit my moms in the hospital" i say panicked "ant go to her I'll be fine" "you sure you can come" "'rest', NOW GO" "see ya letter" i say all rushed and paniky. one thing lead to another and i was on insta because my mom turned out to be all right and i saw a fan and y/n at walmart. I see shes buying a pregnancy test because its on the belt. theres a video on the next slide "Y/N TERRELL" forgot i was famous i hear her mumble when you hang with her engouge you.hear.everything. "can i please get a photo" "sure"

*TAKES PHOTO* "dont post till till atleast half a hour please" "YES ANYTHING FOR YOU" "thanks i really appreciate it" i think she made her way back home and used the test and unlike when she was younger she passed i heard just crying perfect timing her now husband came in "honey what's wrong" i ask "if I tell you don't get mad" she tells "of crouse" "I'm pppp-pregnat" she sputters out "im going to be a dad" i say in shock "mhm, y-your happy?" she asked "of course, but i want a baby if you want baby" infrom her "i want a baby" she says with now happy tears "can we tell people" i ask "of course lets tell the mains"

Pinkey pie💓🩷:GUYS GUESS WHAT

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Weird David 😮‍💨🤢🤕👹😵🤮🤑👺😵‍💫🤧🤠🤡🤐😷😈💩🥴🤒👿👻🤖:what

ThEy DiDnT sAy I CoUlDnT sIng 🤝🏾🤛🏾✌🏾🤌🏾👍🏾🤜🏾🫰🏾🤏🏾👎🏾🫷🏾🤟🏾🫳🏾👊🏾🫸🏾🤘🏾🫴🏾✊🏾🤞🏾👌🏾👈🏻:what

Oakyyyyy the uncool tree👉🏾🤚🏾🫲🏾✍🏾👆🏾🖐🏾🫱🏾🙏🏾🖖🏾👇🏾💪🏾🫵🏾☝🏾👋🏾🦾🦶🏾✋🏾🤙🏾🖕🏾🦵🏾:what

Christmas👶🏾🧑🏾👩🏾‍🦰👱🏾‍♂️👧🏻👨🏾🧑🏾‍🦰👩🏾‍🦳🧒🏾👩🏾‍🦱👨🏾‍🦰🧑🏾‍🦳👦🏿🧑🏾‍🦱👱🏾‍♀️👨🏾‍🦳👩🏾👨🏾‍🦱:what

WE PREGERS

Jazzy 😭🙄🔛🔝‼️🗞️🧍🏼‍♀️🫶🏾🤭🎶🗣️🪄✅😑👍🏾🩷😂👦🏿🖕🏾😘❕🔥😔👦🏾💞👹❗️🔊🎩👦🏽:we?

WORD💀😒🙄🤧

my bad

Jazzy 😭🙄🔛🔝‼️🗞️🧍🏼‍♀️🫶🏾🤭🎶🗣️🪄✅😑👍🏾🩷😂👦🏿🖕🏾😘❕🔥😔👦🏾💞👹❗️🔊🎩👦🏽:you should name them jazzyjr 😜

what if they're a boy

Jazzy poo bear😭🙄🔛🔝‼️🗞️🧍🏼‍♀️🫶🏾🤭🎶🗣️🪄✅😑👍🏾🩷😂👦🏿🖕🏾😘❕🔥😔👦🏾💞👹❗️🔊🎩👦🏽:jazzyjr💀

Word🙄.

Im back yall anyway after i finish this book (not for a WHILE) ill have more books ready not all Hamilton related tho

#hamilton fanfiction #ao3 fanfic #fanfics #fanfic authors #fanfic writers #fanfiction writer #fanfic writing #fanfic #fanfiction #anthony ramos #lin manuel miranda

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ok ok ok so. i'm in a very complicated situation rn. lemme start from the beginning: -so i'm best friends with this girl for years -our friend group talks abt sexualities, me + other girl come to conclusion that we're bisexual, the best friend thinks she *might* be too -realize i'm in love with her -confess to her later -she doesn't like me that way

-i don't think she's straight????? -time passes -we're both in a religion btw -she asks me one day abt our religion's views on homosexuality -i tell her one of the views, that it's alright -she says ok -she's still questioning btw -i think she might be bi/pan leaning towards guys

-i move to a different country -i leave the religion, not out yet to anyone tho -but we still text -she sends me a post one day abt homosexuality -it's that other view, that homosexuality is wrong -she believes in that view and is trying to persuade me to undo my bisexuality in some way or ignore it -getting strong indoctrination and internalized homophobia vibes here -she thinks i'm still in the religion and is trying to convince me on her views on homosexuality -i try to argue back carefully since i can't let her know i've left -anyway we fight -and apologize a few days later -and she suggests we don't talk abt religious stuff because we always fight abt it

-i say ok -i do flood my insta story (that she sees) with lgbt posts out of passive aggressiveness -i know i know, but i couldnt help it because i have very liberal views and i feel very strongly abt religious homophobia and sexuality -i sort of wanted to punish and test her -'this is me, this sexuality is a part of me, not a test by god, and i'm gonna show it and make it obvious, and you have to choose between remaining with me despite it or not.'

-we don't speak for three months.

-our only interaction is viewing each others' stories -she texts me with something random a few days later -we're talking again -i've forgiven her at this point -after all, before i left, i was just like her, i believed the same things she did -i want to believe that just like me, she'll come around and see things for what they truly are. -idk what to do till then

-i'm still in love with her -i still feel elated whenever she texts -i still feel that spark when i hear her name

-i want to get over her, over it -but still remain her best friend -it's hard because a huge part of getting over someone is to cut them off completely -and for those three months i did not think of her, so it worked a little -but when she texted it all came flooding back.

-i'm so, so, so fucked. what do i do?

Hello dear anon. I am so, so sorry about your situation, and even more sorry I wasn't able to respond until now. I know it's been quite some time, but in the case that you are still struggling with this or that anyone else can benefit from hearing your story and my two cents about it, here's my answer.

It can be really complicated navigating relationships with people who do not share the same values or outlooks as you do, and not everyone has the ability or desire to cut ties with those people. My best friend growing up was one of those people who was very indoctrinated in her religious upbringing and beliefs, which led to the two of us having more frequent arguments as we got older, and eventually ended in a painful split and end in our friendship. I don't regret our separation, looking back I think it was for the best because we just valued, believed, and wanted different things in life. I still wish her the best, but if what allows us both to live our happiest lives is being apart, then so be it.

I understand your pain, and your conflict, however I know that I personally cannot tolerate any kind of...well, intolerance, like that in the people I associate with. I just don't have the energy. Ultimately it's up to you whether you believe your lives will be happier together or apart. That also includes whether you decide to move on from her romantically or not. I can attest that--at least in my own experience--it's not impossible to get over being in love with someone while still interacting with them or being friends with them. That's my track record so far anyway, having two exes that are still friends of mine and even speak to regularly. That isn't to say that it isn't still hard sometimes, or that it doesn't take a certain type of strength or maturity to be able to maintain these relationships and let go of the expectations and hopes you once had for what they could have been, but it is certainly possible and even worthwhile if you can stomach it.

I don't have a straight answer for you, as easy as I wish it could be. I see three main potential roads that you could go down, those being: continuing to wait and see if she'll ever come around to your side of things, letting go of your romantic expectations and moving on while trying to maintain the friendship, or just letting go. I don't know how much things may have changed or not since you sent this ask, but if you're still at a crossroads then there's a chance that you had a gut feeling reading those options. Only you know what you really need, and sometimes you don't know until you get it, or you start walking down that path. All I know is that you have to do what's best for you, as painful or difficult as that may be.

Change is possible in all people, you're living proof of that, but sometimes it takes people lifetimes to open their hearts and minds to learn or unlearn what they need to. Whatever you decide, I hope you are able to prioritize your own happiness in this short life that you have now. You deserve to live proudly as your most authentic self, to love freely surrounded by people who accept you for who and what you are--all of you. Time is precious, your time here is precious, so use it wisely. Use it to do right by yourself, your heart, and your values, to live the life that you truly want.

So, my friend, I leave you with a final question to ponder:

In the long run, what do you truly want?

I hope that this can be of some help or comfort, my DMs are still open if you ever need a friend. <3

All my love and best wishes always,

Your friend,

Sappho 💓

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dreamingdarklyblog · 7 months

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Getting Behind

So um... I've been putting off writing this for, apparently a whole week >_<

I mentioned I should write up some of how things were going way back when I wrote that consent post, which was itself a response to me getting pretty agitated in response to something he was playing with.

So yeah...

So... um... What have we been up to >_<. I guess. Starting back then, a few days before that we talked about playing a bit with CNC. Consensual non consent. Forgive me, this is a bit of a struggle... I've been having a bit of trouble with normal stuff lately. I've always rubbed a lot, I just, I've got a high libido I guess. But he's been kinda.. pushing that idea, and, well it's been kinda hrd to stop >_<. So forgive me being a bit scattered. It's kind of hard to hold a train of thought when I take breaks to uh... Deal with it.

So yeah. We talked about it. And we'd been playing for a month and I felt like I could trust him, as he hadn't pushed any lines too badly or anything. So I told him it was okay to push a little...

I kind of resist by reflex. It's just the way I'm wired. When someone tells me what to do, you know? So, even if I'm okay with something, sometimes, especially when it comes to something that feels like an order, or a D/s kinda thing, or lotsa stuff I kind of just have a knee jerk "Go fuck yourself" reaction. Does that make sense?

So... I uh. I told him it was okay to keep pushing even if i said no. And we set up safewords, of course. Which so far I haven't had to use. Came a little close a few times. I won't go into when or how, but yeah. I also screwed up badly once and misused one, but thankfully he forgave me. I'm kinda new to this kinda thing (safewords and cnc, not the being hypnotized, obviously)

This was a few hours after that uh.. bimbo post btw >_<

So what I didn't expect was that like, rightaw ay, as soon as I gave consent, he pushed. Like, I think I said something like "before you get any ideas, I've gotta go get dinner" and his response was to use a trigger. It was um.. something we'd just been playing with. To push thoughts into my head... I'm not clear ont he details but he'd say soemthing and then i'd... just kinda find myself agreeing. Which is really hot, it was just bad timing. You know? And I tried to say that, but he made me giggle and it just kinda fell outt amy head.

and um. sorry need a break

Um so. Yeah he made me giggle and I would forget what i was saying. Telling him I had to go. And I'd try again, because i didn't want to be rude and just leave without saying anything. And he'd make me giggle. And I got kinda, stuck, trying to tell him i had to go, for a few minutes.. And then I was.. rubbing, and losing track of things... and it was reallyconfusing and finally he stopped longenough for me to say i had to go and i ran to eat and it was really really hard to think straight

sorry break

I um.. I came back after to try and explain what happened. And he just started making me giggle agian and i got realyl confused. Then he started pushing thoughts into my head again.. That I was a bimbo.. and i said no, and stop it and i wasn't, and i was trying to talk. but he kept pushing and pushing and i kept giggling and trying to say no but i just couldnt think and then everything just got really horny and fuzzy and he was telling me i was a bimbo and i was just agreeing. and then he told me i should go thank you all for cumming reading my bimbo post and it seemed like a good idea so i did. and um that was the later bimbo post. back ont he 13th.

and um

break

Um so... Unfortunately after that was the day I had the really really bad day, and everything went wrong and we didn't get to do much for a few days and then he started working on clearing things up so we could renegotiate. And its really only the last few days we've been playing again. So... That's mostly caught up. I'll try and fill you in on past few days later. I need to stop for now.

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can you say anything about what happened in cloud9? so we know who to watch out for in the future

i'm just going to give a little bit of insight, i don't want to add screenshots until the muns involved have given the okay. tw: anti-blackness, misogyny, mentions of sexual content, ableism

the reason cloud9 closed was because a member (or multiple) had gone to the admin about how the negative subtweets during a draft drop had made them uncomfortable. the admin had made multiple tweets asking the group to avoid doing that sort of thing. completely understandable and reasonable! however, the admin had gone to a black muse's mun and told them they were creating a hostile environment and creating an unwelcoming space for others. mind you, there were many people dropping negative tweets during this draft drop and that language is just not appropriate when speaking about a black person. when the mun responded and asked for more detail, the admin sent one last message blocked them so they couldnt respond anymore. PLEASE BE MORE MINDFUL OF THE LANGUAGE YOU USE TOWARDS MUSES AND MUNS OF COLOR PLEASEEEEEE

after members called the admin out, they posted a thread saying there were "harmful allegations" (allegations? we had seen the dms they sent the mun. it wasnt allegations.) and that they were only trying to issue warnings. there was no real apology ever given. not a good one at least.

when then found out who this admin was. the character wasnt very inclusive, didnt exist out of their ship, and just completely showed favoritism to their own character. they said someone else (who did way more to be inclusive than they ever did) was unwelcoming, but couldnt even be bothered themselves. i'm telling you right now, the members did more for the group than the admin did. from games to movie night to making sure every single intro and selfie got traction. they were wonderful people and so inclusive.

not to mention the passive aggressiveness when confronting any of the other muns about anything. talking about "backseat adminning" over NOTHING. normally i am alllll for admins and on their defense team but a lot of the people who came forward about how this admin treated them were absolutely not in the wrong.

after all this, they deactivated their muse's account, the main account, and their ship partner deactivated too...

another person spoken about was a former member of the group. this person made 15+ muns uncomfortable.

there was an instance with ableism where they were incredibly aggressive towards someone with autism after a miscommunication issue.

there were many instances with misogyny where he talked nasty about "fem-presenting" fcs. ESPECIALLY, if he was dickriding their potential ship partners. he would talk shit about them to other muses and even talk about wanted to fuck their partners right to them.

he sent unsolicited dick AND ass pics (i don't know if everyone experienced this but my muse did and it wasnt just one time.) it doesnt matter if this was a smut group, majority of the muses and muns here knew how to respect boundaries. this person absolutely did not.

back to the dickriding, BOTH of the characters this mun played only really spoke to men and couldn't hold conversation with many people outside of sex talk. again, yes this was a smut group. but my muse had a sexual connection with two people the entire time they were there and had AMAZING friendships. even 30+ dms a day. if you're only in a group (ANY GROUP) to have sexual connections, maybe you shouldnt be joining any groups.

nobody felt like they could say anything because feeling that uncomfortable with both a member AND an admin can make it extremely hard.

i hit 10 image limit... but i dont think either of these muns will be in poki but i am VERY sure that the amount of people that stood up for each other today, will let the admins know if there's something to worry about. and if you werent in cloud9, do not let this deter you from poki!!! looking at the apps, these are wonderful potential characters and these admins have put a lot of hard work into it. but if ANYONE makes you uncomfortable in ANY group, please talk to them directly or if you're nervous about the confrontation, go to the admins. your feelings are important and, if theres anything i've learned from this, a lot of people might feel the same as you.

#answered #twitter rp #thank you to all the other muns who stood up for each other 🩷

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payphonex · 1 year

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Well, this is the first time I've written in almost 3 years. I'm not even sure what to say, honestly. I feel like my entire life has been taken from me. I feel like I've forgotten how to write.

Am i supposed to be angry? in love? sad?

lost?

Im lost. I dont know who I am anymore. I gave up everything for this toxic relationship. I stopped going to bars, seeing my friends. i stopped talking to anybody especially over text because everything would be read. I stopped taking phone calls unless i was home alone, which was rare. I learned to shut up, not talk about my emotions because it would be such a big fight; i wasnt paying attention to how she felt when i was upset. Even now, as im writing this i am terrified she'll see it.

She'll say something, she always does. She'll disapprove and ill be in trouble.

again.

We broke up, about 3 weeks ago. I moved to Tennessee. Im finally with my dad. Honestly, the only reason i didnt stay in town was because i finally had the courage to block my mom.

Maybe the universe was telling me it was time to go.

I finally listened.

I dont know how to feel anymore. What im supposed to feel, ya know? In some aspects i feel numb. Im alone out here, truly alone. I guess the good thing about that is i cant get hooked on cocaine again.

I crave it all the fucking time. Being sober for 2 years really doesnt matter when i still smell it laying in bed.

I guess i can thank my sobriety on my now ex, we did get sober together. I cant thank her enough for that.

You know, its weird being back on here. I feel like i could throw up just downloading the app. My old account was deleted, my ex swears it wasnt her but im sure ill never know.

I found you again, i re-read some of things you had written. I really have been looking through rose coldered glasses when it came to you. The pain of losing you in my life was so fucking real for months.

atleast until i realized you truly threw me under the bus. like i was just some freak obsessed with you. I loved you, you were my family.

we were 'inseperable'. Remember? you said that.

"I understand that it'll never be us, part of me knew that it never would be, but i decided to let you fall anyway. make me think it was wrong."

You remember that? you wrote that. I can finally let you know,

it.

was.

wrong.

Because youre so stuck in my fucking head that it is hard to breathe. People still tell me about you, I could never truly get away from you.

I cant forget those nights.

I never could wipe away the fucking smell of lavender and vanilla

Ive never been good at cleaning windows either. Im sure your finger prints are still covering the view i could have had.

You've always been such a good liar. Keeping my at your hip for a backup plan just long enough to leave me drowning again.

The last time i heard your voice was the night my ex called you. I was plastered, black out drunk. I found out my tumblr was deleted that night.

I hit her. Busted her lip because i couldnt let go of you. So she called you. Of course you didnt answer, but the next morning you called me off of a friends phone. She forced me to answer the call.

You sounded like you fucking hated me. Why?

because you lead me on? because you got caught up in the consequences of YOUR actions?

you responded to me! when i wrote about you. You always replied. always.

It was never "leave me alone" or "we need to stop this"

You played me. you fucking used me.

you.

you fucking hurt me.

and i shouldve known better. but youre angry at me? annoyed with me?

it was easy for you to drop me, wasnt it?

I liked one of your posts. im sure youre gonna block me now. i bet you didnt even read this.

im letting you go. i guess this is my goodbye. im moving on and it feels good to finally express myself again. dont worry, my tumblrs always been my own private thing, noone you know will see this, incase youre embarrassed.

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caught-in-a-dusty-web-of-secrecy · 1 year

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hello loves!! <3

i am, in fact, alive. in case anyone was worried.

i have been really busy with catching up with schoolwork because i was sick and missed slightly over two weeks of school, but i should be posting more often soon,,,, hopefully.

anyways i got the results for last terms assignments for six of my seven subjects and. i am telling you all :]

the first three are,,,, not good. at all, for me at least. i got significantly less than i thought i would.

i got like 73% on my legal studies exam. most of the marks i lost on short answer questions. usually i'd be like, okay with it? but i talked to the teacher about why and the only feedback i was given was that she 'couldn't remember why she took the marks off, but since she had there was probably a reason so she wouldn't give me the marks.' the reason i'm most upset about that is like, i dont have a reason and she couldnt find one? so i think that i deserve the marks if she couldnt find anything wrong with it. but anyways.

i also got 73% on my english advanced assignment, which pretty much just pissed me off. the only feedback i got given on that one was that the teacher would have preferred it as a poem, which is entirely subjective and not the point of the assessment. i also took that to the head teacher, who pretty much said it was exemplary and deserved full marks but there was nothing he could do. so yeah.

i got 65% on my ancient history assignment, which was really disappointing, but i didnt expect to do that well on it, though i did expect better that that. basically the feedback i was given for that one was that, in one section i needed more sources to support my point, but that also the full thing was 'too detailed' which i dont really understand as i was in the word limit. but yknow, i know about the sources at least for next time.

for all those three i have like, a much better understanding of this terms topics though, so i think i'll do much better on whatever this term's assignments end up being (or at least i hope so). i'm just really upset about those three, especially english and legal, as i dont think i really deserved to lose the marks there, but they were deducted for no reason anyways.

anyways moving onto the ones im proud of.

first is business studies. i cried when i got my results because of how proud of myself i was. the teacher is known for marking really hard and i got 97% on the test, so i was insanely proud. the mark i lost was on a multiple choice question where i changed the answer at the last second, and i changed it from the right to the wrong answer, which sucked. personally i would have preferred to get something wrong where i actually didnt know the answer, rather than when i doubted myself. the doubt was because i always get confused between the two categories and i got it wrong alot in class, so i ended up rereading it and then getting nervous and changing it. but i am still insanely proud of that result.

the next is english extension. i did so much better on this one than i thought i would. i didnt think i did it that well and i expected around a 75% at best, but i ended up getting 90% and i was insanely happy. my teacher also gave me some really detailed feedback on what i did well and what not, so i actually have some concrete stuff to work on for next time. also two of the three marks that got taken off were literally because i used american spelling instead of british, so yeah. now i know to triple check that.

the last one ive gotten back is society and culture. i am so proud of this one. again, i literally cried because of how proud of me i was. i got 96% on it. i dont know where i lost the mark yet because i wasnt formally given the result, my teacher just saw me and got really hyped and told me how proud he was and said it was the best he'd seen in the last eight years or so, and then told me not to tell anyone (so naturally i came to tell all of you).

anyways yeah.

bye loves <33

#im back #hello everyone #studyblr #studying #study space #faestudies #study blog #student #studybrl #study studyblr #studystudyblr #studyspace #studyspo #study session #studyinspo #study aesthetic #studies

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alright. bonus lore time. i literally never thought anyone was cringe if i ever had a problem w u it was ALWAYS about wrathion.

since fall 2021 ive developed a new talent which is my cortisol randomly spiking and making my stomach too acidic which can and has made me vomit 10 times in a day and put me in ER-level pain and i think it has something to do with the lil polycule of rpers i was with back then.

roster was, iirc (at the time)

26 y/o male / nb

38 y/o female

mid 20s male

mid 20s nb

early 20s female

19 y/o me

18 year old nb

26 year old was the one who made the discord, roleplayed anduin, the rest of us were literally self shippers with ocs. (except me i played sylvanas)

was a SHIT ton of wranduin in there!!! i'm not evil though so i put up with it. i asked once can they please stop putting wrathion porn in there, they were like "thats cool bro i respect your triggers" and put it in a different channel still accessible for the girlies who love to trigger themselves.

so like. heres where the mysterious food poisoning came in. when i say 'dissociative' i may not mean DID as diagnosed by a trained professional after 15-20 tests but like. i couldnt even express to a therapist how shit i felt bc i was not consistently the same type of person between appointments. if you make me come in every week, next week i will not remember why i felt the way i felt last week. i'll vaguely remember what i said, but she's not me anymore lol.

and sometimes it's THAT, the true saint norman experience, sometimes it's possession (thinking other people's thoughts) and sometimes it's dreaming but girl SOMETIMES it manifests as like.

Imagine going up to norman bates and telling him he cares too much about his sick, declining, codependent mom.

Me but when you smack Wrathion I feel it. He's a metaphor for me. I think in his voice. I damn near pray to him ig, being a mormon I can tell you he is the only reason ive ever felt 'the spirit.'

Cringe? Yes!!!!! Out of my control? Yeah 😭

There is no center to my being. i dont identify as anything. i'm not the name my parents gave me, but i am the characters i use to puppet out whatever emotions. Internet sexting for so long has eaten away at my boundaries so much there is no longer any reason for her (who i was born as) to exist or for me to relate to her.

Rping in that group gave me so much dopamine I couldn't sleep, consistently had the feeling that my stomach muscles were splitting down the center, migraines. Literal food poisoning symptoms. It was really fun still!!!!!

And then when the wrathion shit happened like. Whispers of nzoth in the back of my brain started tickling my self defense instincts for no reason. No reason bc I had put up with literally everything including the wrathion shit, the only difference was I personally didn't enjoy wrathion porn.

I knew I was irrational. Not liking a certain type of porn is one thing, I was fighting off the old gods trying not to start some shit.

Prob shoulda communicated! Communicating last time gave me a trigger myself button though. Literally the [triggered] meme.

Eventually you get the feeling that shit is going down the drain whether you like it or not. The rp's stopped, everyone's switched to FF and your laptop can't run it. It's all just kinks, someone posting once or twice a day with "imagine li-li stormstout [redacted]" getting reacted with 😏 emojis.

So I posted screenshots bc I knew the other half of the world, the one with everyone else in it, would feel as alienated as I did. I'm back in 2015 as a 13 y/o dominatrix prude and I want the feeling of 'we know what's wrong' I got from the ER. Literally went to sleep 5 minutes later because I knew I'd be guillotined.

I wake up and I have no idea why I did that. It's been years since I tore off the chunk of me that will do literally anything to be included, those two halves don't communicate anymore.

But shit's fucked now!!

It was always about wrathion. Literally always about my shitass fixation on blizzard's favorite 7 year old to unbutton the shirt on. Girl why

#wrathion

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spiritcc · 2 years

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Now the same pyramid scheme top 5 but with men

the amount of Writing man damn!!!

yea i mean. big surprise. innokenty smoktunovsky who was already covered just yesterday + what to watch i've done a few years ago, most links dead anyway at this point i bet, there really isnt anything to cover left besides my ever-expanding commentary on the acting thanks to the arrival of cherk. what i still havent mentioned is до будущей весны that i love despite never watching because he was literally upstaged by a baby. dont fucking care for him if i come to this movie it's always for the baby.

also yea we all know, cherkasov. you should've been here to witness our history that spans over 5 years, the sudden rise to the top is actually shocking. but i just Knew, Felt it as early as 2 years ago even, i'd do similar annual lists elsewhere and they'd ask for best actor of the year, i'd shrug and be compelled to put cherk in there and dont really know why. but it felt right and look at it all now huh. at this point in my investigation i think he's not second best, but is on the same plain as smoktun standing on the other side of it due to different approaches, but also c'est la vie that he got fucked over by himself, and by the times of cinematic styles back then, and then also by post-stalin government. i also think a top five of his doesnt tell shit about The Range, it all comes together when you also consider his other works that are barely watchable so F

1. what do you think that time he got tasked with playing A SINGLE STRAND OF SEAWEED in sadko while still working in operetta with shalyapin. i am actually in love. "i was told to play a strand of seaweed, and im sure you couldnt even see me from where i was on stage, but i got down to business anyway" my god we used to have Real Theater Shalyapin as Sadko: AAAAAAAAAA OOOOO LET ME THE FUCK OUTTTT Octopus: blblblblblblbllb Sea queen to the sea king: when are we getting a sea divorce Cherkasov in the background:

the fucking TRAGEDY that i wasnt there to see it what the FUCK, literally his best role full stop. he peaked before he even started. 2. everything else, sure :/ just as powerful :// i mean yea second best for me is spring always, as per my tradition of loving scrungly non-consequential roles. sometimes it shouldn't take much ye know, but thats where the best effort hides. it's a rare work of his that is realistic and not like theatrical or stylised (re: ivan) and his character there is simply peak man, one of the most guys, a walking dream. AND it's all silley! and love is there! literally what else do you fucking want! watch spring now i've fixed the subs too!!! 3. all remains to people maybe? strange to me because yea i just subbed it and watched it all wrong so it never had the desired effect on me. thats the closest we got to new bullshit-free cinema style with him and i just appreciate it, plus his character is very charming n all and the movie itself is Nice. maybe it's even more telling if you know the backstory, after stalin's death he as a fave got an avalanche of shit thrown over him and by 1963 when all remains to people was made, he didnt have a single movie in 7 years, because all that time and DURING production he was actively shat on by fucking pyriev specifically as well who for some reason tried his utter hardest to make sure his career dies. cherk has outlived his abilities, his style is too theatrical, he no longer can act, like the shit pyriev was spewing shocked the director of the film. my man tovstonogov rescued it all (STAN BDT WATCH HANUMA) and all that time cherk was aware of what was happening and was shaking like a leaf with nerves. imagine being like a five times decorated most famous actor currently shaking about being accepted. but cherk never had any grievances towards anyone during this period, and look at what came out. accused of outliving his own self and being locked in theatrics. and he did all remains to people. maybe it's telling. 4. the children of captain grant bc pog anel <3 his only crime was not being on screen enough, that's where his kiddie theater + pantomime skills come in and he's just so scrungly <333 the plasticity of it all you could hardly believe he then was hawk-like unmoving ivan. plus cherk is a fucking devastating crier it just hits so fucking hard when he does it, and pog anel does cry and oof. 5. debating with myself but peter the great because LMAOOOOO. the utter fucking chaos of it all. dude literally pissing crying every time he's on screen he's SO pathetic SO just scrungly again i just keep coming back to it. The Range, smoktun's been so quiet since this dropped

3. oleg basilashvili aka bas. i keep these next two mostly to myself because some blorbos are for the eyes but some are for the heart only and you do not get to learn more.

1. CONTROVERSIAL but say a word for the poor hussar, solely, and i mean solely, because it was my sudden bas awakening. out of nowhere he upstaged gaft who i watched this movie for and the rest is history. the movie is so mid and i kept it out of ryazanov month on purpose even, and his character is once again Scrunge, but his performance of a pathetic little bitch was just... i dont know it awakened things in me. 2. ez, guess it's station for two fellas, also a lot of good acting to look at plus wow. peak malewife archetype i think ryazanov reached the height of it with this film. soooo pathetic omg <3 im so glad my sudden bas awakening lead me first to autumn marathon that i actually hate with every fibre of my being, which then forced me to say fuck to my sleep and watch 2 hours of station and believe in Life again, the ways this movie shook me is something i always chase with cinema. 3. master and margarita sure, his voland is tired, blabla not like in the book everything, but man he's cool. the more i rewatch the series the more i appreciate him, just the presence alone. 4. the play i saw life in bdt with freindlich, legit thought WOAA SMOKTUN LEVEL there. the play had so many funny moments, his character talks with a youngster who's like "yea we suck face" he's like what. the kid is like "well, we kiss" and right at the end of the play, the literal final line after he almost died on freindlich was like "well, dear, should we, as they say, SUCK FACE??" [thunderous applause] what scenes. 5. lmaoo fine. autumn marathon. i hate is so much. that counts as a memorable emotion innit. nobody gets to say the movie is bad in my presence and when bas is involved. but god i fucking hate it. soo bad.

4. valentin gaft actually <3 i even have two poetry books of his, he is not just scrungly he is The Scrunge himself and also oh my!

1. THE WIZARDS???? AT LAST????? my god peak gaft movie that he hated, the comedy of it all he's so great!! a great example of a villain who's just a little meow meow, love satan with my whole heart also best movie ever!!! 2. an orphan of kazan because he genuinely smiles there, also the movie is Nice. you cant just skip straight to it, you have to Work to see gaft smile 3. hello im your aunt, all he does is drink up and square up!!!! movie's fucking iconic and im glad he's just there to contribute to it, im just so glad he was a part of my childhood without me realising, i Feel my faves in my fucking bones. also boom and he shows off his muscles and everyone is shook. 4. my dearly beloved detective i guess, lester is soooo iconic and fuking NOBODY appreciates it here it drives me insane. HE'S GOT THE BEST FUCKING ONE LINERS IN THERE NOBODY CARES ABOUT HOLMES WATSON WHATEVER TF!!!! year ten of me being lester's only fan 5. i could've said 12, i could've said garage, i could've said voland, but i will say those two weird ass shows where he shares scenes with his wife because holy shit :'))

5. bro man i dont know even, i do have a post that summarises all my faves at the time and with some of them, the fling is defs over or we're just Normal about it. they are now in the lesser bucket so let me instead list all the times somebody i was watchin the movie for got upstaged by somebody else entirely

1. tikh got upstaged by yank in to kill a dragon and how else, the second he got literally groped by yank it was all over for the old man. 2. smoktun being upstaged by a baby what a classic 3. cherk's last movie where he was for .24 seconds anyway that got stolen completely by strzhelchik as nikolay the first, a lot of Feelings were reconsidered this month 4. bas for gaft rip

#nikolay cherkasov #shaking how this appears in this blog now #oleg basilashvili #innokenty smoktunovsky #valentin gaft

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emetkoto · 2 years

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💖💞💙💔 to start off the OC stuff, i do wanna just send you the whole list but I start small :3

YEAHHH WOOHOO ill try and pretend i dont have exclusive k'oto brainrot and give you answers for both him and eme :)

💖 SPARKLING HEART - are they a subtle or a showy lover?

K'oto is. weird? When he's just kinda casually flirting or messing around in public he's pretty loud and proud about it, no shame and all that but if it's like. actually showing real affection to someone he is in love with thats more than just like holding hands he gets a little bashful bc even though he acts cool he is still. Somft inside <3

Eme has absolutely no shame she loves to be super out there with her affection showing so it's a good thing Urianger is the same way so they can be disgusting and annoying in public together :)

💞 doesnt seem to be on the list maybe you misclicked it? D:

💙 BLUE HEART - do they miss their s/o easily? how do they act when their s/o isn't around?

K'oto at the start of the story basically all the way through to the end of shb is pretty independent? His only partner upto 5.3 (unless you count emet selch) was Estinien who was Never Fucking Around anyway and he was chill with that, they saw each other when they saw each other and both of them were fine with that, he has plenty of friends and stuff to keep him occupied and company so it was nbd! But after all the stuff in 5.0 and adding G'raha to the mix he started to get a bit more attached and tends to get a bit fidgety now if he has to be away from his partners for too long..he can still do a few days but beyond that hes like grr I want to cuddle one or both of my boyfriends so bad..its kinda like. yknow. you never know when a tragic end will pull you apart :,) hes learned that firsthand! After endwalker settles down post-6.0 he gets back into the mindset he was in before where he's like. pretty chill about everything..he lives with G'raha in Sharlayan and Estinien is still off doing who knows but he visits him on weekends so its not quite like it used to be !

Eme is insufferable if you pull her away from Urianger for five minutes they need to stay attached at the hip for everyones sake bc if you separate them they will make it your problem

💔 BROKEN HEART - what could their partner do that would absolutely break their heart?

LOOKS AT THE CAMERA LIKE IM IN THE OFFICE BUT MY EYES ARE HUGE AND FULL OF TEARS AND IM TREMBLING. aside from the obvious answer of 'all of 5.0' id have to say. not trusting him? he tries to be very trustworthy and someone you can confide in so if someone was withholding things from him bc they felt like they couldnt discuss it with him he would be like :( and worry that he was doing smth wrong

Eme does not like when Urianger does his whole lying deceitful going behind her back thing...she kinda put up with it in shb and shrugged it off bc there wasnt much choice in the matter, she didnt exactly have time to think on it too much or be upset with him but it kinda came to a breaking point in ew on the moon she was a wreck bc in her mind it was like. you dont trust me enough to tell me what youre doing and maybe ask me for help with it? youd really rather keep secrets and go behind my back????? and thankfully she got through to him so he shouldnt be doing that anymore.....ishikawa.

#words of mimi #ocs #eme #koto tia

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elihslife · 9 months

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Something happened and it wasnt okay...

Yesterday I had a friend come over to have a sleepover. I know, sleepover at 31? But it was fun... for the most part.

My friend and I decided to get some snacks before heading to the pool and so we did some shopping @ Target. Once we got back, we got changed and ready for the pool.

Sometime after being in the pool these two people had come in and joined. Starting a conversation about us playing music as I had brought my speaker. All dandy and well.

But after some time... talking to these two people. Just rubbed me the wrong way. I could also tell it didnt sit well with my friend either.

Inappropriate words had been dropped, like the N-word, to which they have no right to say as these two were both very, very white.

Later the one person had gone back to their recently moved in apartment, a building next to mine, but still provides some distance between us.

Then it was me, my friend, and this person.

At some point they decided this would be the perfect time to ask about my personal being - my transness.

They proceeded to start, as most do, "Can I ask a personal question"

I dont know why people think they can, moments after discussing with someone making very little small talk. Are we to exchange our life's story and such at this moment? Disclose all our deepest secrets and such? Hmmm...

ANYWAYS...

I ignored the question as my friend began talking about something.

But I knew it was going to come again. And it did.

Moments passed and it was brought up again.

I said, maybe.

The question came... "so are you like, pre-op or post-op?"

I felt like this is super clear as I was shirtless in a pool. You can see what Ive got and don't have. UNLESS YOU MEAN IN MY PANTS.

I told this person it was hella inappropriate to ask such a question, whether they think this person is trans or not. I even mentioned it was kinda clear and obvious, unless they are asking about whats in my pants....

Kinda schooled this person a little.

Time goes on and my friend decided to go inside to shower.

It was just me and this person now.

They became very flirty at this point.

Saying comments.

Telling me how attractive I am.

Honestly... I don't even know how it happened... but it did.

The next moment Im feeling their body pressed against mine, their bits pressed against my bum, arms wrapped sorta around my waist and them saying "sorry its just a force of habit"

GIRL WHAT????

I froze.

Unable to move really, not sure what to do.

Playing it cool and laughing it off.

They got the message a bit I wasnt into it and even noted that it doesnt seem like Im interested in them. I wasnt. Im not.

I told them I am technically still married, separated, and such - but that Im also kind of seeing someone in San Antonio and that Im also a demisexual. Someone who is into connections before doing anything more.

The topic of age got brought up and find out this person is just barely 21. Fresh off the boat and at this point I feel kinda superior, like... more power in being an adult and shutting this down for good. I tell them Im definitely not interested in someone this young. They proceeded to tell me its fine, they've been on their own since 16 and they're more grown up.

Yeah, no.

No thank you.

They are not.

I told them they're welcome to be my friend and hang out, but that nothing more will continue. They sort of left in such a scoff. Scurrying away back to their apartment, mumbling some words as they left - luckily Im deaf and couldnt hear what was said.

Fine by me.

But I couldnt sleep. I kept thinking about the events, leading up, what happened, all of it playing over and over. As it is now, again as I write this.

I don't know. I know it wasn't me. I know I didn't call out for it. But I'm just shocked. A bit uncomfortable now knowing my safe space, my home feels a little less safe.

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qualityempathshoebear · 1 year

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2022, a crashing rollercoaster

Hey you,

its been a while. Ok yeah, maybe a little more than "a while". The year is over, and i think its time to reflect. But first, let me catch you up on everything thats happened since I last came on here.

Im still in Leeds, and will realistically stay here until I leave for University. Youre probably wondering what happened, why im not in Singapore. Well... my dads job didnt think he had enough experience, so what was supposed to be a delay, turned into a cancellation. So I have basically had to go to a school i wasnt supposed to be at in the first place, for a whole half-year. It was absolutly horrible and I had no friends. There were three (sometimes four) nice girls who I would sit with during snack and lunch. But it was almost always just us sitting in silence or me going on the computer in front of me, so I didnt look like an absolute fucking loser. I would go on VG and read the news every day and must have looked like such a loner to the people behind me. The girls were nice, but I didnt feel like we ever got to know eachother, I felt so fake the entire time.

And dont get me fucking started on the morning forms. I fucking hated coming in there just to sit in awkward silnce while staring ahead. And those horrible meditation sessions that the form tutor would do. I would just sit there with my hands in my lap, hoping for it to end. The girl sitting next to me was nice tho. I think she could tell I wasnt enjoying myself. I can honestly say I had no friends in that place, and that it was single-handedly the worst school experience I had ever had. And I know parts of it was my fault. I wasnt willing to make friends because everything felt so temporary. Even being in England still does. But wait, why are you talking in past tense? Im happy you asked. You see, I begged my dad to send an email to IB headquarters and ask to get the official copy of my diploma so I can apply directly into college (Englands equivalnce to highschool), without having to take their middle school exam (because fuck that!). And it luckily arrived on the last day of chistmas break... so I dropped out.

The plan now is that im going abroad to stay with my aunt until september, because I honestly just cant deal with staying in this horribly sad country. Everything about it is sad. The weather, the food, the disgustinly chlorinated water, the people, the buildings, even their fucking buildings are sad. I just cant fucking deal with it, It so similair to back home. No, its ven worse here. What was even the point of moving.

I have been so incredibly stressed because of the whole situation and its really taken a tole on me. I have had so much anxiety, to the point where I cant even sleep at night without panicking. Im constantly tired, I have lost so much weight, I have a breast infection in both my breasts (to be fair, I did have it before coming here), im depressed, and honestly, a little sui*idal.

To make matters worse, my parents have become religous freaks. And its definelty not helping that my mom has befriended some super religous woman, with the same background as us. Theyre making me do some weird post-menstruation shower ritual every fucking month (yes, theyve been tracking my period, gross!). Dont get me wrong, I dont actually end up doing them. I protest for a while and then I lie and pretend like ive done it. Around two weeks ago my dad came to my room to tell me to do the ritual, and I told him I couldnt because I was sick (and i actually was). Long story short, he didnt believe me and started yelling at me. I told him he was pressuring me into becoming religious. He freaks out and basically threatens me and pushes me (at some point even yanking my phone out of my hands, saying hes going to take it from me). All this while my mom watches and doesnt do anything besides saying my dads name and grabbing his arm every now and them. She even left at some point, but made sure to come back to gaslight and guiltrip me. I told her that if anyone touched me ever again I would call the cops immidielty. I havent really spoken to dad since. Its honestly really strained the relationship with my parents, and its making me realise that we will never have a normal relationship. In some ways I wish I could just be religous so I could save myself the anger, stress, and constant fighting with my parents. But whenever I give the idea further thought, I cringe. Even religion is ruined for me because of them. I feel that I shouldnt be religous, as revenge. The only way I could ever see myself becoming religous, is if I married a muslim man, and he helped me heal from all this fucking trauma. But I dont think I will do that. The only upside is that he wouldnt leave me, because of the stigma of divorce in muslim communities. But heck, I honestly just want to be loved. As gross and sappy as that sounds.

This year was supposed to be filled with laughs, new starts, new frienships, money, and much more. And instead I got none of it. I dont know, maybe this is what I deserve. Its safe to say that 2022 was my worst year yet. There were some highs, but mostly lows. Real fucking lows.

Im honestly just happy that I get to leave this wet-red brick country (even if its just temporarly), and hopefully in the meantime, my dad will get a job somewhere else so we can leave. If not, University is my only way out.

Now youre pretty much all cought up with whats worth to be cought up on. Before I leave, Ill share my new years resolutions and what I hope to focus on in 2023.

New years resolutions:

-Drink 2L of water a day, Gain weight, Workout once a week, Grow finger and toe nails, start daily journal, Grow hair and repair hairline, Get a new hobby, Grow eyebrows and eyelashes, Read 3 books, Solve Cains Jawbone, Clear skin, and to watch a musical live.

And in 2023 I hope to repair (as much as possible) my mental and physical health.

That would be all for now, until next time! <3

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monpetitange · 2 years

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This is a long post! I just had to write out this dream ive had before and i just had the same dream two nights in a row and i wanted to write it down before i forgot about it, because i think its beautiful

It start with that me and my bf had a wonderful romantic night. A month later i get to know im pregnant and im head over heels happy. But i didnt tell my bf right away as i waited a week or two. But once i took up the topic of our future with marriage and children he exploded on me and told me "i never want that, why cant you be normal and just enjoy this life we had" it broke me and then he dumped me. I moved out and moved to the capital into a small apartment. I called my parents and told them everything. The next weekend they all arrived both my parents and my sibling came and helped me. They helped me move in and then we had a small celebration of my pregnancy. My pregnancy flew by and I gave birth to a healthy beautiful baby girl. My mom was with me the first 6 months with me and her granddaugther and ofc my siblings and dad came and visit me when they had free time from their work. Then fast forward 3years. My daughter is 3 years old and we live a great life. We have movie nights every day, we paint and do craft work. And everyday we cook together and every weekend we bake. I also started to stream my art and one late weekend night i was live. I had a blast on the stream with lots of laugh. Then i heard the door open and in walked my daughter crying, i dropped everything and ran over to her and asked her whats wrong and she told me something that broke my heart "why doesnt my dad love me?" i huged her tight and my eyes stung from the tears. I didnt know what to say but then i finally said "your dad loves you so incredible much, but mom and dad had two different dreams so we had to walk our seperate ways". I sat down with her in my lap as i put in her favorite song. The stream was still going and a mutual friend of me and my ex was watching. He knew i had a kid because he had seen the photo of me welcoming her to our family. But he hadnt seen her since then and he was shocked how much she looked like my ex. He then texted my ex asking him of he knew i had a kid. He said he didnt know and was shocked. He tried to find me on social media but i had blocked him on every platform but i hadnt blocked his siblings so the next day he asked one of his siblings if he could come and then borrow their phone to get access to my social media. He searched me up on Facebook and saw a newly taken photo of me and our daughter smiling in the early autumn leaves. He just looked at the photo and before he knew it tears had started to fall. He regretted everything and a aching pain started to form in his chest. Now he was determined he needed to find me talk to me. He saw the location i had tagged in the photo and booked tickets to the capital. He and a friend was going to the capital to find me and our daughter. A week later me and my daughter were out and shopping and enjoying the beautiful autumn day. We walked down the busy street lots of people where out but then i stopped because a few meter ahead of us stood my ex, my eyes were wide and I could feel butterflies in my belly but they fast turned to anxiety. I picked up my daughter and started to walk but in the process i lost my beret and my orange hair was showing which made it hard to miss. I could suddenly hear his voice scream my name. My heart were besting so fast i heard it in my ears and I couldnt figure it out if it was anxiety or butterflies in my stomach. But i suddenly started to run to the bus stop and right before the bus closed its doors i jumped on but as i turned my head to look back at the doors i saw him, our eye locked and I saw once again does magical beautiful. My eyes were filled with tears and my heart ache because i never stopped loving him. The bus ride home was quiet my daughter had fallen asleep and I sat in deep thoughts until we arrived home. On the other end my ex and our friend waited for the next bus they had seen the number on the bus but had no idea what stop to jump of. But that didnt stop them from following us. First they jumped of to early and got lost, then they got onto to the next bus and this time they got the right place but they got another problem which building did i live in. But they started from the first building and after 30minutes they found my building. I had long forgotten it and me and my daughter were cooking dinner and had just put in a pie when we heard the door Bell ring. Without thinking i opened the door and froze, there he stood the man that i never stopped loving. Before i could open my mouth he pulled me into his arms and kissed me. I wanted to tell at him but i melted in his arms. After the kiss we stood there awkwardly, it was so awkward. And then i heard her small little footsteps and before i knew it she stood next to us looking up at us and then she asked "mommy who is this?" i didnt know what to say but then my ex got on his knees and looked at his daughter and said " hi my name is * * * * * * and im your father and this is your uncle" our daughter eyes glow up with happiness and swung her tiny arms around her father, he hugged her back. Then our daughter looked at me and asked if we could invite them to dinner. I hesitate first but gave in as i couldnt say no to her. It felt strange and yet so normal as we all sat down and had dinner. Fast forward to a couple of weeks later, me and my ex had started to date again, he hd moved to the capital and saw our daughter almost everyday, every weekend we all had dinner and went out together. Then at new year he asked me to be his girlfriend and after that our relationship went fast we got engaged a couple of months into the new year and in the early september we got married. This dream is so precious to me and yet very painful ❤️

#nessas dreams #my dream #a beautiful and yet painful lovestory

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