#“Oh we are in a place of privledge?”

[fannishstuff]

Ah, yes. Good Omens:

Genderfluid icon cis man David Tennant

Gay icon straight man Neil Gaiman

and Michael Sheen.

[ashton-sano]

Blue Lock Characters in: Being Jealous

(Characters Inclu.: Yoichi Isagi, Meguru Bachira, Seishiro Nagi, Reo Mikage, Chigiri Hyoma)

Trying to get into the habit of posting more often, so have these headcanons. A Bit short but I hope you enjoy

Yoichi Isagi

-Somehow the worst one on this list

-He's likely to give the nastiest glare to whoever you're wasting your time with (of course when you arent looking)

-Post Blue lock Isagi is kinda the same, Just a lot less subtle. curses and maybe a fight or two if its Kaiser. 

"That blonde asshole has no place talking to you, you're mine.."

-Don't be alarmed, he's unlikely to take his jealously out on you

-Unless you're teasing him on purpose, then he might get a bit agitated with you

- "My dear, I'm not too fond of how you let him touch you just then, please stop that."

 

-He's a two way street, either a sweetheart who tries to dodge around it or a straight maniac who will plot murdering whoever it is.

    -Nothing to mistake, he isnt brainless, so theres always a chance he wont care

-He's mostly secure in your relationship with him but could use reassurance in times like that

Meguru Bachira 

-Relatively tame for the most part

-If anything, he may get clingier

-He honestly doesnt even acknowledge the person youre talking to at first, he's too invested in you

"Oh, Baby! You busy today? I wanted to try this- hm? Oh, you're talking to someone...? Anyway, its this cool bakery I saw, we should try it!"

-If you aren't giving him your attention, that's when he'd get pouty

-He's a child at heart, naturally he's gonna get upset if you aren't paying him mind, no matter the reason

"Babyyyyyyy, gimme attention...! I dont care who youre talking to, love me!"

-Its cute so you usually give him his way and stop what youre doing

       

     --> Little do you know, he does it on purpose because it always works

-Definitely a michevious little bumblebee

Seishiro Nagi 

-Another rather tame one

-Hard to tell if he even cares with how lazy and laid back he is 

-It usually never bothers him since he does trust you 

"Hm? Your friend asked to hang out today? Sounds cool.." 

-Like Bachira, he only cares when it cuts into your time with him, now its something of note for him

-How could you leave your boyfriend for some lame hangout? Playing Video games with him is much more important

"You want me to get off..? No...Not until you promise you'll stay and hang out with me..."

-Please just stay, he might actually cry if you leave (he wont, but it always gets you because you believe him)

     ->A 6'2" babi, why wouldnt you want to give him what he wants?

- Eventually he makes you forget why you were trying to leave in the first place

Reo Mikage

-Have you seen how he gets with Nagi? Safe to say he wont be very happy

-As mad as he'd be, I doubt he'll make sure you see that

-All smiles and grins when you look at him, what do you mean you swear you saw him scowl at the guy behind you? You're just seeing things love

 

"Dove, who's this? A..friend? Ah, well im sure we'll get along well, real well...."

-We all know how privledged he is, he would be appauled that you want time with anyone besides him, what could they give you that he cant?

-Granted, he wouldnt give it much thought at first but as you keep focus on this person, itll eat away at him more before he's pouting and begging for you to give him your undivided time

"C'mon Dove, how bout we go to that new cafe you were talking about, hm? No, im not trying to distract you, how could you say that..?"

(Thats definitely what hes doing)

-Eventually he'd bribe or sweet talk you into giving him what he wants 

    -"Dont ask about where that guy went, hes not important....Now lets go get some ice cream, yeah?"

-A tad creepy and overprotective but with all that money, who is to stop him?

Chigiri Hyoma

 The most tame on this list, and by a rather large margin too

-This pretty boy knows you'll eventually give him your attention, nothing to worry about

-If anything, he encourages you to allocate your time doing what you want and speaking to who you wish

-That can change if the person is too touchy with you, however

"Pretty sure they asked you to take your hands off, keep them to yourself."

 

-He trusts you entirely, its the people you hang around that can overstep and agitate him 

-Hence why he's almost always hanging out with you, your friends are his friends right? What better way to show them that you're happily taken then to bring your sweet, beautiful redhead with you?

"Going out sweetheart? Mind if i tag along? I mean only if you don't mind."

-Truly a man who knows his worth, but it would help if you told your especially pushy friends to mind their manners when he's around 

    -A few of them have actually attempted moves on him once or twice

-We stan a Pretty King 👑 

[faint-kitten]

This battle pass looks fucking terrible.

I don't like any of these rewards. They just gave everyone the same white and black outfit and slathered the same goop on one side. I don't know enough about design to tell you why, but nothing here looks good. These skins are fucking aweful.

Like I'm genuinely considering not purchasing this battle pass and I have free coins. Like, did they burn up all their ideas last season? Last season was killer. Like did they put a lot of work into their cosmetics to make up for not having a new legend? I was okay with it. But so far this season is not impressing me... Something I came to realize playing fortnite last week was that I will always have that addictive dopamine rush of unlocking a new thing just to keep a game fresh, but once I get it I'll realize: oh I only really like using X Y or Z. I unfavorited a lot of skins in apex because I just don't like them and I'm very wary of buying new ones in fortnite because once the rush is over I just keep using the same 3 or 4 I like. Maybe I'm reaching that point where I just have one GOOD skin for every character in apex, and I'm privledged? But I don't think I'd use any of these. Everything I have is better. Which sucks because Seer's been needing a weird new skin, all of his stuff looks the same. I just. I look at these, and I see a mess. Like a Michael bay transformer, these look like a mess. For contrast: here's the skins we were given for free, in the battle pass, event stores, or that I unlocked last season (though some aren't season specific)

I might be slightly off on the timing of some of these, but like... These are all skins where you can fucking clearly see a design, an intent, a goal, the colors work well together, you can tell what the fucking character is. These new skins are nothing. (I'll also grant that the lifeline and bloodhound skins are old re-works but I only got them last season) My point is, looking at these new skins they're fucking nothing. There's nothing there. I am excited for Apex to have it's very own Juri Han from SF or Jinx from League of Legends type girl, A lot of characters get the same basic apex pack skins and you get some characters like Catalyst, or Wraith, or Valk, or Lifeline where the colors are placed well and look good on a character. Conduit's overall scheme changes and pops based on even the basic skins. You kind of need to find a balance of colors and a space where the familiar stuff like "Arachnophobia" and "alpha royal" textures can dramatically alter the skin, and the texture can pop. Sometimes you get Ballistic, or Wattson where it's either too small, or it's paired with Wattson's weird grey scheme so they stuff doesn't work together. I do think some of Alter's stuff pops pretty well in the rare tier: I've never liked either of these, but they look phenominal with her hair and sort of head shadow.

But her common skins are kinda nothing. Idk my big takeaway as I get older are developers struggling with deadlines have to choose what to invest their time into and I feel the more I play things like Fortnite, Apex, Starfield, MMO's I'm starting to recognize 'where the budget' (not just money, but resources and time) went. And I feel like Last season they just blew their whole load, and behind the scenes they were working on a new character, and by the time they finished her and blew all those other crazy skins out they maybe just didn't have any good ideas left? I dunno. I guess it's thematic but this...this season...these rewards...they're nothing. Also I'm not liking the look of yet another fucking currency added to the game. I know about as much as anyone else does about exotic shards, but until I have enough in a quantity that matters, or they lock something I want behind them I'm just gonna have the stance of "I don't completely get them, but after burning through almost all my level ups to get what might be my one and only heirloom I'm lowkey kinda pissed you're introducing something ELSE I could get into my apex packs."

----- Edit: Since initially posting this, I've tried solo's and ngl I kinda love it. As someone who's never cared about winning and feels like looting is taking too long in this game, the idea of just "KILL KILL KILL KILL *die* QUEU UP AGAIN! KILL KILL KILL!" is a lot of fun.

[whence-the-woody]

Not willing to rewatch coz s1 I'm not a huge fan of and s2 is too much emotion for me rn but trying to remember Colin's character through the show. Coz in this season he's definitely all over the place.

Like in s1 I guess you could characterise him as a bit hopeless romantic, quick to fall in love, impulsive, kinda goofy. Definitely a younger brother. You could say easily embarrassed then but honestly the way he acted was hella fucking embarrassing, I'd hide too. Could be a sweet son. Not a bad friend but incredibly oblivious. Held grudges for sure.

Then s2 he was undebatably INSUFFERABLE after his travels. Pretentious and annoying. Not understanding of boundaries or able to let things go (the Maria visits). An experimental drug dude, which yknow good for him. Still v little bro energy, mocking his brothers all the time. Not alot of empathy. Very privileged - I mean they all are but compared to Anthony's level of responsibility he clearly had none. Showed some positive protective instincts, helping out the featheringtons. So in some ways shown to be a better friend but in others WAY worse - talking shit on Pen: unforgivable. So still easily embarrassed. Kind of a little shit but not particularly funny I wouldn't say? That's bendict. Not very opinionated, that's Eloise. Francesca has passion he didn't. Idk just kinda nothing in terms of ways to describe him.

Then s3. Oh boy. Suddenly after yet more travels hes a chronic flirt - no hate just a weird 180. Discovered the joys of group sex at some point - again no hate but tells me nothing about who he is. He doesnt seem to be looking for marriage? Doesnt mention any goals or interests? He says he doesnt care what others think of him but that majorly contradicts everything that came before. Then he says hes been trying to be what society wants - so contradiction again. He considers himself a flirting expert out of nowhere? Okay dude. In a desperate attempt to make them compatible hes suddenly also a gossip? Sure. Also suddenly has a study and is a writer?? Other than writing letter to Pen, where the hell did that come from? Just everyone getting completely sick of hearing his stories? y'all had 2 previous seasons to make them seem compatible, why throw this stuff in now? He's not a romantic, doesnt seem to understand why Pen wants marriage - even though was so quick to get engaged two years ago. He still doesnt have a lot of empathy really. Still easily embarassed. Not much showing him to be a good brother. Still a pretty sweet son and obviously idealised his parents relationship, that's something. Absolutely impulsive - interrupting that dance, good god sir. You could argue he was jealous in s1 so that checks out. The romantic dialogue really paled in comparison to previous seasons but maybe that is in character?

But still I try to think of his personality and Im kinda like ??

Smug. Jealous. Pretty unserious. Privledged. Sometimes protective. A newfound gossip and writer. Self conscious most of the time but other times completely oblivious to peoples social cues. Impulsive for sure. A sweet son. Meh brother. No friends, goals or talents.

I just feel like Daphne and Anthony, by this point in their seasons, were really fleshed out characters and personalities. You knew who they were, their motivations, their histories, their huberis. Its been 3 years and I still feel like we dont know Colin. Maybe because the focus is on Pen? But even then I dont know if they've hugely expanded on her character thus far.

I guess I wonder that for the people who are huge fans of Colin - why? Who do you think he is? What is his character? Do you think its consistent? Does the inconsistency make sense to you somehow? I cant be invested in this dude when I still dont know who he is (also when the actor is okay at best lbr)

[dear-god-christ-in-hell]

i have no where else to just spill this out and i fucking cant anymore

im ashamed to be a human

im ashamed to be an american

im ashamed that as a whole humanity has falid over and over and over again

im ashamed that people in power can sleep at night knowing whats happening in the world

babies are fucking dying

BABIES ARE FUCKING DYING

men, women, children who fucking cares

HUMAN BEINGS ARE BEING SHOT AT, BOMBED, GASSED, STRIPED OF THEIR HUMANITY BY PEOPLE WHO ONLY CARE ABOUT THEMSELVES

IT IS THE 21ST FUCKING CENTURY AND WE AS A HUMAN POPULATION ARE STILL GETTING AWAY WITH THIS SHIT

im so fucking ashamed

i cant even keep the tears in anymore and i know that my tears being shed across the sea sitting on my couch unable to do fuck all but keep myself informed as every video, picture, statement, fact, and link i share is fuck all for help

all i can think about everyday is just how bad i feel knowing that my taxes, my country, my species is doing this to PEOPLE

those are people and i cant help but want to save them all but I FUCKING CANT

and the ones who CAN want to make this all fucking complecated or deny it all like some fucking conspiricy

i am ashamed knowing in 20 years people my age will be asking why the hell did we let something like this happen

and NO ONE will have a good enough answer

i cant cry enough for every life lost and i cant fight for every life lost but for gods sake i will try my fucking best because they deserve empathy, understanding, and fucking HELP

this is atrocious and i cant even say specifically because ITS HAPPENING EVERYWHERE

people in palestine, congo, sudan, college students, fucking anyone and everyone who isnt rich white and fucking privledged

i am udderly disgusted by our species

not even fucking bears would do this

no other fucking creature in the damn galexy would do things like this

did we not learn from all the fucking wars!??!?!??!

did we not learn that this is never ok

did we not learn fucking empathy?

i cant decide to be mad, sad, fucking anything all i know is im absolutly crushed thinking about mass graves, children cuffed with zipties, new anti protesting tools that should count as war weapons, hospitals schools homes everything being bombed, everything being on fire, families in their homes thinking theyre safe only for a bomb to eviserate anything they held near and dear WHILE THEYRE ASLEEP IN BED, governments boxing in survivers lying to them saying theyre safe only to drop little fucking papers from the sky to litter the only thing they have left with a fucking note saying "oh yeah we told you youd be safe, now your not", starving people forced to live out of tents as everything theyve ever known or loved is fucking burned

i want to help

i want to help so bad

i keep myself informed and i listen to the voices telling us to help and all i can think about is how so many fucking voices are screaming for someone fucking anyone to stop this massacre

and i cant fucking help

all i want is for those people to have their homes and their lives and their fucking families back but i know thats not fucking possible anymore and i cant even describe the amount of pain i feel in my chest everyday knowing that another 100 people are gonna die before i go to bed that night

the pain i feel when im sitting on my porch trying to enjoy the weather knowing that somewhere the weather isnt warm or sunny or even shitty and mucky. the rain is some places is not water to hydrate the earth or snow for forts and snowball fights. the rain in some places is fire, bombs, smoke, bullets and by god what does that fucking accomplish

and instead of being able to sing in the rain and play in the snow people are being forced to take cover and learn what a fucking bomb is

i cannot even list how many atrocities have happened, and i cannot even bare to list how many pictures and videos and evidence of the inhumanity happening exsist and are being called fucking fake

you cannot fake mass graves

or someone being buried alive

or someone being skinned

or someone having to amputate their own daughters leg

or any of the other 100s of things that people are being forced to endure

for gods sake we are watching bombs get dropped on people willing to take bandages of their own wounds to help a hurt dog

where did humanity go

if there is a god theyve fucking left us

if there is a god theyre fucking weeping

if their is a god for christs sake ive never wanted one to exsist more just so HOPEFULLY all the prayers work and all this fucking ends

i dont want to watch people dying anymore

i dont want to hear about students risking everything to make sure their voices are heard

i dont want to see police and governments let this happen and support it

i just want to see people be happy

please i just want all the violence and corruption to end

i dont want to see children screaming for help

i dont want to open every social media and see families begging for help

its disgusting that this is even possible after all of history says not to do this shit anymore

i so fucking sorry to all the people all the fucking humans who are suffering right now

im so fucking sorry

[cyprus-green]

To Hermione Jean Granger, An Offer

Dear Granger,

I bet you nearly threw this in the bin before reading it. Or perhaps you wanted to incendio the thing just as you recognised the seal. But you couldn't possibly resist taking a peek, could you? So very predictable of you Granger.

Yet, so very smart of you.

In truth, I nearly forgot to leave a note at all, after having gotten into your room. It's much messier than I expected. Do mudbloods not learn how to make their beds as children? Or is it that you don't use beds at all and sleep on the floor on straw mats? Regardless, I found being in your room a perfect moment to find out more about you, golden girl. And I have some thoughts.

For the love of Salazar Slytherin, you should be wearing knickers worthy of your age. I'm certain I've seen the same style in a botched delivery to McGonagall last winter. Just as well, you should've consider putting something up on your walls. And your desk... The current state of it all but confirms your aversion to nearly everything but intellectual persuits. But to be fair, these are the very least of your concerns.

Which brings me to the matter at hand and the reason for this letter.

Word on my magic, I believe you would have been the most magnificent and beautiful girl I'd ever met, if you weren't born a mudblood. It's a pity, really. A shame that such competence and intelligence is held by such unworthy hands. Such a horrible waste of those eyes and legs, and that pretty little mouth of yours. Such a tragedy, really. You, the forbidden fruit. The fall of any good man-- But we both know I am not a good man, Granger. You know as well as I that your filth is precisely what makes the taste of you so sweet.

You make such a tempting treat. Such a sweet and deadly indulgence. Such a curious vice. I've seen you. Felt your eyes seek me out in the great hall. I feel the heat in your cheeks while you pretend to dislike my attention. I know what you desire. I know what you need. I've seen inside your mind, Granger. Natural legillimens don't need wands or even need to speak the words. For weeks now I've looked inside your mind and seen the terribly naughty things you dream of doing. I've seen what you want to do with me. To me. For me. I've seen it, Granger. And I know that despite your scowls and biting words that you crave me. That you salivate at the thought of being able to taste my cock. That you dream of being folded over desks, fucked until your throat becomes raw from your screams of pleasure. Oh Granger, I have seen it all.

And it gave me pause.

I began to wonder what you could have been or who you would become, if not for your dirty blood. Don't you? At your core, you must know you don't belong here and yet you try. Oh how you try. Like a garden weed, pretending to be a fragrant flower. And while you may deceive most, Granger, I see what you are. I know who you are behind your swotty exterior. I know that underneath that rats nest, in that obnoxiously large brain of yours, that you see the truth. You have no place in this world. There is no good reason for you to exist. And yet, here you stand. Unworthy of the magic in your veins. Unworthy of even the privledge to walk in the spaces we exist. And you continue to pretend and continue to tempt my resolve.

You have neither the decency to be ashamed, nor the sense of self-preservation to be humble. You carry such a target on your back, not only because of your status but because of the company you keep. In the end, it shall get you killed, Granger.

But after some thought, an idea began to form.

And now I believe despite all that I said before, there may be some way you can avoid what is to come.

Offer yourself willingly to me and I shall guarantee your saftey and wellbeing in the war to come. This is a sincere offer that I give despite all your failings and shortcomings. Despite all the times you tried to humiliate and best me, I offer you survival.

I do this because I know you could have been mine. Had you been born a Greengrass. A Goyle. A Nott. Born to any of the Sacred Twenty-eight. You would have been mine and you would have seen what a privledge it would've been. I would have persued you. Courted you. Won your affections at any cost. Nothing would have kept you from me. You would have been be the most chershed, the most loved, the most lavished, the devastatingly beautiful, Lady Malfoy. You would have given me heirs. I would have loved you, proudly. But we don't live in that world, do we?

You see the Dark Lord begins his reign tonight. Tomorrow shall be the beginning of a whole new world. An entirely new order. The transition will not be smooth. You shall not escape it. No one shall.

Come to the astronomy tower tonight at half past 10. Kneel down with your hands behind your back. I'll come to you and finally give you what you've been aching for. A taste of what your future could be. And as I take that sweet little mouth of yours, I'll give you my word and my oath to protect you. And when you swallow my pleasure, you shall bind yourself to me.

You shall finally belong to me as you've so eagerly desired. And in return I shall ensure that gifted mouth, and those skilled hands not only survive the weeks and months to come, but shall be put to very, very good use. I shall hide you. Feed you. Fuck you. Protect you as He rises to power. After the war, I shall present you to the new world as mine. My own little mudblood, property of Draco Lucius Malfoy. Heir to the largest estate in Britain. You'll be the most well kept pet in the wizarding world. I'll even allow you to keep your magic, Granger. I'll allow you continue to read and study. To freely wander my wings of the manor. To freely wander the expansive grounds. I shall even allow you to use my potions lab.

Doesn't that sound tempting, Granger?

I may even give you children. Think of it, Granger. Our beautiful blond little bastards running around the manor. They'd have your curly hair and my eyes. They'd be brilliant. Of course they'd mostly live with mother and father, but you could always visit them. They would be shown mercy, because after all they have no choice in the matter. Children are a natural result of being bred night after night. And while they'd never officially inherent a single galleon of my estate, our children would certainly be well taken care of. They could live comfortably in one of our summer villas. Live off generous allowances. They would even be eligible to marry a third or fourth daughter of a lesser house. Marrying a Malfoy bastard is still better than most witches could ever deserve.

Of couse I shall have a wife and heirs. It is expected and is my sovereign duty to my family and name. But worry not, my dear Granger. You would always be my escape, my release, my forbidden indulgence. I would not forsake you or neglect you.

I believe this is the only way. Once you understand the true danger you are in and kindness of my offer, I believe you shall agree. Because try as you and your foolish friends might, by years end, mudbloods shall be all but erased from existence. It would be such an absolute waste. Such a pity to see you struck down. Your lovely brown eyes reflecting the green flash of an Avada.

Be reasonable.

Be practical.

Put that brain to good use. You know this is the only way. Deep down you know if not for kindness and mercy you shall be strung up and made an example of. Your body shall be paraded around the streets of Diagon Alley. He sees you as nothing more than Harry Potter's mudblood. But if you were mine, you would be spared.

Stop pretending, Granger. Accept that your life as you know it is over. Accept my offer. It is the best you shall recieve. I would keep you in my very bed and use your sweet cunt to lull us to sleep every night. You would want for nothing, Granger. And your desires, those deep, secret, overwhelming desires. I could relieve you of those. Help you release those aching needs, night after night.

Perhaps you worry that you're not ready. Well I assure you that both your humility and obedience shall come with time. I can help you, Granger. There are potions that can ease this process for you in the beginning. Many wives take them; dull all feelings they may have the first few years. But I know eventually you'll be content in your position.

I leave it to you. I'll not endure an ungreatful, unhappy mudblood under my roof, nor in my bed. I shall not rape you nor take you as an unwilling captive. I would rather kill you myself than force myself upon you.

You must make up your mind quickly. I shall not ask again. And tomorrow shall be too late. I hope for your sake that you accept this offer.

I have begun to make provisions for you. I spoke to Mother and Father a week ago. Even they can appreciate how wasteful your death would be. They agree that 17 is a fine age to select a paramour. You must understand that many pureblood Wizards eventually take a lover. Marry a wife for duty. Find another for love--or lust. Take some comfort that I shall certainly not be the first nor the youngest Malfoy to take a mudblood as a mistress. I've told the house elves to prepare my bedroom for two. They've knocked down the wall in my quarters to extend it. I thought you'd like a small private library and desk. A closet. I've instructed them to buy you some pretty sleep clothes. Chinese silk and luscious lace. Only the best for my precious pet. Expensive lingerie from France. They'll certainly be in better taste than your current styles. And luckily for you, you'll never actually have to learn to make a bed. You're no maid. No servant. No. You'll be the most pampered and cherished mudblood in the entire world, should you accept.

Hermione, tonight when I bring you home I'll have your virginity--take what should have always been mine. And while you may not thank me tonight, or tomorrow. One day, after I've filled you up night after night. After I've fucked you so hard that you become pregnant with my child. I know you'll thank me for my mercy and generosity. You may even grow to love me. And perhaps, in the quiet of night, when the only sounds are your soft sweet moans, I may return the sentiment.

There's only a few hours till sunset. I sincerely hope you make the right decision. It would hurt me deeply to see such beauty and intelligence go to waste, Hermione.

Your future Lord and Lover,

Draco Lucius Malfoy

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[benevadeca]

I saw la casa lobo and AHHHH and i wrote down my thoughts as i was watching so that's what's under the cut basically

Her playing house with the pigs but in a way that while well-intended is deeply childish and also grows to mimick (implied) existing power dynamics bc it's what she has to base her interactions with them off of?

Her saying she knows they won't speak but it nonetheless frustrates her because of all the time she's spent in her humanization project (phone kept trying to autocorrect to humanitarian and while that has implications anyway)

Had a moment of oh this is weird racism with German missionaries / white people in general relative to the native Chilean general population?

Like white paternalism. But then I thought about Maria and her relationship with the voice and how her maybe identifying and trying to humanize the pigs is sort of related to the ways she's been dehumanized by her abuser. So she identifies with these creatures and wants to do better by them, humanize them, civilize them, bring them into the light.

Continuing question of "who is the wolf" and the multiplicity of various answers I've had so far are the wolf is the abuser, the wolf is the house, and the abuser is the house itself caging her? A bit simplistic though.

The wolf is the house is Maria, how at the beginning Maria is initially painted onto the house, only becomes 3D afterwards which is what allows her to meet the pigs,

And how later it's the abusers 👁 that's painted onto the set?

Maria closing all the windows and doors before deciding to give them honey, which is both her becoming more insular and close-minded due to emotional duress but also her falling back to the teachings of her insular (racist) upbringing?

Ana and Pedro were born "christmas night" ie: were only born after Maria gave them clothing ie: humanity? or rather dignity i guess. Which is very a western "look how we civilized these barbarians" cultural mythos

I love how the animation shows the set and puppets constantly being made and destroyed and remade, very visually jarring but also adds to the metaphor of like. The way the house is like a cocoon (esp the scene with tape all around the walls and house itself) or a closed-space. The way a lot of the scenes are films like in reverse bc how else would you manage to un-destroy these props etc is both a fun visual technique, adds to the jarring "not rightness" of the atmosphere, and again the kind of theme of being stuck in place and just recreating the same scene in your mind repeatedly. different iterations on a theme.

After they gain speech it's just an echo-chamber of Maria's desires. Also the reveal that before leaving the colony she was only interested in the livestock and that she'd sneak away to play Mother with the calves and piglets. Something something play as a reflection of the lack of control in her life that when gone unchecked becomes a modicum through which she emulates the cycle of abuse

"Mirror on the wall, who has the fairest house of all" VERY fun scene but brain go brr

The way the things in the house are shown at this later stage as being built up from tape? As opposed to earlier when it was just the food i think that had that artificialness to it. Also the walls of the house itself sort of coming alive and remodeling itself.

Also Ana's eyes don't become blue? HRMMM.

"Maria doesn't listen to me anymore. But I know you do" BRO. The narrator fucking speaking to the audience GOT me idk what it got from me but it got it.

"Same rights. Why privledges?" HM relevant plus the themes of. a kind of maldaptive duty of care and dependence and helplessness etc etc.

Them running out of food and I recall the line "don't worry I won't eat you" from th beginning like. #OneFear. and lo and behold.

wow the reversal from like, maria as a larger than life painting on the wall to the kid's faces.

UOGH. the wolf as the woods as trees that devor as the house made of wood as something inside of you while you are inside of it. gotta go lie down and start eating housing lumber

[forestlingincorporated]

FIRST IMPRESSIONS OF DARK CRISIS: YOUNG JUSTICE #2

I know I’m late to the party, my copy took AGES to ship 

lol I feel like this panel summarizes pretty well how the boys all feel about this whole experiance at the start. I feel a lot for Kon, he’s feeling out of place in the world, and he’s loving the familiarity of the Not Quite Right world around them. Tim has a little bit of that, too, for different reasons, but he’s a very analytical person so he doesn’t ever fully trust what’s around them, even if he’s initially enjoying feeling important and in control. And Bart is just “this sucks.” I won’t really belabor this point too much cause it’s a lot of what we saw last comic, but more from Tim’s POV, who we were less aware of the emotions of last comic due to how in his own head Tim can be with his thoughts and feelings. 

“That’s the Conner I remember. Happy, snarky, filled with... life.” 

I see what you’re doing. 

Please be her partner, please be her partner, please be her partner, please be her partner.... 

....What? If she’s not gonna date Cassie... 

.....pssssssssssh.... I hate sitting here like “I hate everything with the girls” when Cissie’s literally standing there complaining about sexism, but it’s not... written... super well, in my opinion. I cannot tell if this is supposed to be a legitimate criticism or if it’s supposed to be a strawman femininst, and I don’t care for either one. It’s hard to take her argument seriously when it’s coming from Cissie, the privledged white Olympic archer daughter of an Olympic archer, which the comic even draws attention to by Cassie commenting on how Cissie attends the sort of private school that gets you into ivy league colleges. I’m rolling my damn eyes listening to her call the boys privledged, cause girl, have you looked in the mirror? 

The first thing Young Justice did was rescue a girl from government expiraments. But sure, the “only people they fought” were “people doing their best.” I’m sure Darkseid and Granny Goodesss were just dOiNG ThEiR beST. You have a crap memory, Cissie. 

“Scraped for any attention,” Cissie, you litereally had a stage mom, you had more attention than you ever wanted. 

I mean, like, Greta and Anita who, much? You know whose opinion I want to hear about the sociopolitical side of herowork? Anita Fite’s. 

Oh, poor Bart. He’s so... Blunt and Aware. 

I do love a good art mistake. 

Aw man... this world is really selling itself to Kon. “Look! You’re biological father loves you! You’re important! You have a place in the world. You DESERVE a place in the world.” 

Honestly, this is where the comic’s been strongest - Conner’s emotions are on full display, align with his past history fairly well, and are easy to understand. 

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

*wheeze* HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

Kon, you absolute himbo. 

Okay, okay, so... not sure why this world hit a road block with Tim. It seemed to be trying really hard to sell itself to Bart and Kon, and even if it was less successful with Bart, it still, you know, tried. And then with Tim, it just drops the ball COMPLETELY. Maybe it’s because this world is The 90s But Worse, so it doesn’t know what to do with Tim’s bisexuality, or maybe it’s because Tim never knows what Tim wants so it can’t get a read on him (he was already quesioning if he even really wanted to be Batman like it was offering). 

I’m also not entirely sure what this means for Kon, if it means Tim has yet to tell him Bernard is his boyfriend, or if Mr. I Have Two Bio Dads is just... totally unaware of the concept of “it’s just a phase.” 

Conner: I Came Out to Have a Good Time and I’m Honestly Feeling So Attacked Right Now

lmao get his ass, Bart 

Not ENTIRELY sure how to feel about this? I stand by I think Conner’s feelings are really understandable given how he’s been written up to this point, but it also feels a bit like a backslide... like, in the Bendis storyline, we had a Kon who was like “fuck toxic masculinity, i am ALLOWED TO CRY.” Now Bart’s like “this is a place for immature little boys” and Kon is like “ok, but me tho.” 

But I can justify it as Kon having an off day and feeling bad about himself in the aftermath of Superman’s death with a lot of unresolved issues.

...I can’t really say WHY, but I’m increasingly certain the girls (or even just Cassie) are in a fucked up imaginary world of their own.... 

A feeling. 

I DO NOT buy this. I do not buy that the boys don’t know where Cassie goes when she’s upset. I know for DAMN CERTAIN Conner knows, I’ve SEEN him search her out, literally the answer is “Donna’s statue at Titan’s Tower cause she’s easier to talk to in bronze,” it’s where she and Conner broke up. Not particularly forgettable. 

This was a good bit of writing. I noticed that “Cassie” seemed to be with all of them at once, but it also could have been written off as being at different times, I think this was a good bit of foreshadowing. 

......I guess this is our bad guy? .......Am I supposed to know who this is, cause I’m not reading the rest of Dark Crisis, I have no idea. 

I see! What! You! Did! There! 

.....Okay, yeah, I think I have to talk about the ship baiting. 

So, ship bait’s fine, it’s annoying if there’s no follow through, but it’s not the same as queer bait. Tim’s canonically queer, he has a boyfriend, there can’t be queerbait. Ship bait just kinda leaves that relationship open as a possibility in the future. 

And boy is this relationship WIDE OPEN for possibility in this comic. 

......And I want to address how I feel about that given Tim is currenly ALREADY IN a relationship. If they intend to canonize these two having feelings for each other in this arc, there are MANY WAYS to do it wrong, given Tim’s relationship status. I do not want to see a cheating arc, that sucks. But there are ways they could like.... realize they have feelings for each other and have to grapple with “oh, but Tim has a boyfriend.... what does that mean for us?” Which could be interesting. But I anticipate Ber sticking around for a good while longer, given he’s in the description for Tim’s solo. 

I mean, I want them together, but now that it’s a real possibility, I’m scared of them fucking it up. Just don’t give me a cheating arc, I will riot. 

....I guess I will find out very soon, since the next comic has already shipped to me, but.... why Slade? And is Boomerang for Tim or Bart, it... could go either way. 

[howlermemes]

        HARRY POTTER & THE HALF-BLOOD PRINCE ( movie )               S E N T E N C E    S T A R T E R S

✶  long post ahead , under the cut ! ✶  change pronouns / punctuation as needed . ✶  some quotes were altered for better context . ✶  some quotes may have dark undertones . ✶  SS. COS. POA. GOF. OOTP. follow for the rest of the series to come !

❝  He's a bit of a tosser, really.  ❞ ❝  11. That's when I get off, and you can tell me all about him.  ❞ ❝  You've been reckless this summer.  ❞ ❝  I like riding around on trains. It takes my mind off things.  ❞ ❝  It's rather unpleasant to behold, isn't it?  ❞ ❝  The tale is thrilling, if I say so myself. But now is not the time to tell it.  ❞ ❝  Take my arm.  ❞ ❝  Do as I say.  ❞ ❝  Most people vomit the first time.  ❞ ❝  I assume, right about now, you must be wondering why I brought you here. Am I right?  ❞ ❝  After all these years, I just sort of go with it.  ❞ ❝  What gave me away?  ❞ ❝  What's with all the theatrics?  ❞ ❝  You weren't, by any chance, waiting for someone else?  ❞ ❝  I'm sure I don't know what you mean.  ❞ ❝  You can only say no to these people so many times!  ❞ ❝  ... That was fun.  ❞ ❝  Do you mind if use the loo?  ❞ ❝  Don't think I don't know why you're here.  ❞ ❝  The answer's still no. Absolutely and unequivocally, no.  ❞ ❝  You're very like your father.  ❞ ❝  Please don't think I'm prejudiced.  ❞ ❝  I do love knitting patterns.  ❞ ❝  Wait, you're not leaving, are you?  ❞ ❝  I think I know a lost cause when I see one.  ❞ ❝  These are mad times we live in! Mad!  ❞ ❝  Exactly what was that all about?  ❞ ❝  I fear I may have stolen a very wondrous night from you.  ❞ ❝  I seriously doubt that.  ❞ ❝  I think I'd know if my best friend was in my room, wouldn't I?  ❞ ❝  What a lovely surprise!  ❞ ❝  Why did you let us know you were coming?!  ❞ ❝  You've a bit of toothpaste, uh — *points*  ❞ ❝  When did you get here?  ❞ ❝  For a while, I wasn't sure I was coming.  ❞ ❝  Even my parents know something bad is happening.  ❞ ❝  You can't do this! He can't be trusted!  ❞ ❝  We mustn't touch what isn't ours.  ❞ ❝  As it so happens, I'm aware of your situation.  ❞ ❝  I've played my part well.  ❞ ❝  You should be honored.  ❞ ❝  It's just empty words.  ❞ ❝  I really hate children.  ❞ ❝  You're doing just fine on your own.  ❞ ❝  It's none of your business.  ❞ ❝  People need a laugh these days.  ❞ ❝  I told you. I don't know what I saw.  ❞ ❝  What's that supposed to mean?  ❞ ❝  We'll see just who's laughing in the end.  ❞ ❝  I wanna check something.  ❞ ❝  Didn't mummy ever tell you it was rude to eavesdrop?  ❞ ❝  Enjoy your ride back to London.  ❞ ❝  How'd you know where I was?  ❞ ❝  I've been looking all over for you!  ❞ ❝  No exceptions!  ❞ ❝  Would you like me to fix it for you?  ❞ ❝  Personally, I think you look a little more devil-may-care this way.  ❞ ❝  How different are they, really?  ❞ ❝  Your best friend is missing!  ❞ ❝  Oi! Turn around, you lunatic!  ❞ ❝  He's covered in blood again. Why is he's always covered in blood?  ❞ ❝  What happened to your face?  ❞ ❝  In the end, their greatest weapon is you. Just something to think about.  ❞ ❝  Oh, this can't be good.  ❞ ❝  Enjoying ourselves, are we?  ❞ ❝  Take him with you. He looks far too... happy over there.  ❞ ❝  I was beginning to worry.  ❞ ❝  They think I'm... different.  ❞ ❝  Is that normal for someone like me?  ❞ ❝  Quiet! Please!  ❞ ❝  Just because you made the team last year, doesn't guarantee you a spot this year. Is that clear?  ❞ ❝  No hard feelings, all right?  ❞ ❝  It's nothing personal.  ❞ ❝  I like my chances.  ❞ ❝  I wouldn't mind getting on first name basis, know what I mean?  ❞ ❝  Isn't he brilliant?  ❞ ❝  He's even better than you!  ❞ ❝  I didn't say I wasn't curious.  ❞ ❝  I don't sleep with it!  ❞ ❝  No, sit beside me!  ❞ ❝  They're only holding hands. And... snogging.  ❞ ❝  I'd like to leave.  ❞ ❝  You can't be serious.  ❞ ❝  That happens to be my sister.  ❞ ❝  What if she looked over here and saw you snogging me? You'd expect her to leave?  ❞ ❝  It must be important.  ❞ ❝  I warned her not to touch it!  ❞ ❝  Don't get any closer! Get back!  ❞ ❝  Why is it when something happens — it always you?  ❞ ❝  I've been asking myself the same question for six years.  ❞ ❝  You wouldn't hurt a fly.  ❞ ❝  That is a very serious accusation.  ❞ ❝  What does she see in him?  ❞ ❝  Something snaps, and you've got to hate him, ya know? On principle.  ❞ ❝  You know, she's got nice skin.  ❞ ❝  I think I'll be going to sleep now.  ❞ ❝  Is that considered a dangerous profession?  ❞ ❝  Sorry, I'm not usually late.  ❞ ❝  Actually — I was going to ask you.  ❞ ❝  I know you'll be brilliant.  ❞ ❝  You look dreadful.  ❞ ❝  You could be expelled for that!  ❞ ❝  I don't know what you're talking about.  ❞ ❝  You really shouldn't have done it.  ❞ ❝  That was different.  ❞ ❝  I see the way you look at her.  ❞ ❝  I can't help that she's got her knickers in a twist.  ❞ ❝  Let's just say... there's no stopping it.  ❞ ❝  Will it last? Who knows.  ❞ ❝  You're at perfect liberty to kiss whoever you'd like.  ❞ ❝  I really couldn't care less.  ❞ ❝  We should go together, as friends.  ❞ ❝  It's you we've got to worry about.  ❞ ❝  I sleep walk, you see.  ❞ ❝  What are you doing? What happened to you?  ❞ ❝  Him? That's who you invited?  ❞ ❝  You've just bought yourself a month's detention.  ❞ ❝  I only wish to convey a message.  ❞ ❝  Take your hands off me!  ❞ ❝  I don't need protection!  ❞ ❝  I was chosen for this! Out of all others! Me!  ❞ ❝  You're afraid. You attempt to conceal it, but it's obvious.  ❞ ❝  This is my moment.  ❞ ❝  I miss you.  ❞ ❝  All she wants to do is snog me. My lips are getting chapped! Look!  ❞ ❝  You're blinded by hatred!  ❞ ❝  People are disappearing daily.  ❞ ❝  If we start fighting amongst ourselves, we're doomed.  ❞ ❝  Don't you trust me.  ❞ ❝  We're being followed. All of us.  ❞ ❝  Are you sure you won't stay?  ❞ ❝  It's so easy for them to get to you.  ❞ ❝  You've got to realize who you are!  ❞ ❝  Excuse me, I have to go and vomit.  ❞ ❝  Is something on your mind?  ❞ ❝  Confused? I'd be surprised if you weren't.  ❞ ❝  This memory is everything.  ❞ ❝  You have no choice. You must not fail.  ❞ ❝  It's beautiful, isn't it? The moon?  ❞ ❝  Had ourselves a little late night snack, did we?  ❞ ❝  I think I love her.  ❞ ❝  It's no joke! I'm in love with her!  ❞ ❝  Can you introduce me?  ❞ ❝  I wouldn't bother you if it weren't absolutely essential.  ❞ ❝  Hello, darling. Fancy a drink?  ❞ ❝  Don't use that name.  ❞ ❝  I feel really bad.  ❞ ❝  Come on! Breathe!  ❞ ❝  These girls — they're gonna kill me.  ❞ ❝  For the record, I've always found you interesting.  ❞ ❝  Oh, shut up.  ❞ ❝  I don't believe it was a particularly long conversation.  ❞ ❝  You don't remember anything from that night?  ❞ ❝  I've been trying to remember, honestly. But... I just can't.  ❞ ❝  I know what you did!  ❞ ❝  You have to get rid of it.  ❞ ❝  Take my hand.  ❞ ❝  You never know what you'll find up here.  ❞ ❝  I feel it's the place to be tonight. Do you know what I mean?  ❞ ❝  Trust me, I know what I'm doing.  ❞ ❝  I should've announced myself.  ❞ ❝  If you don't mind, I'll be going now.  ❞ ❝  It's nearly nightfall.  ❞ ❝  That would be counterproductive.  ❞ ❝  You're not alone.  ❞ ❝  I wish you could have seen him in his prime.  ❞ ❝  That's life, I suppose.  ❞ ❝  You go along and then suddenly — poof!  ❞ ❝  I know why you're here.  ❞ ❝  I can't help you. It would ruin me.  ❞ ❝  Do you know why I survived?  ❞ ❝  I need to know what you told him.  ❞ ❝  You disgrace her. She died for nothing.  ❞ ❝  Please... don't think badly of me when you see it.  ❞ ❝  I don't understand how that works.  ❞ ❝  Isn't it bad enough to consider killing one person?  ❞ ❝  This is all hypothetical, isn't it?  ❞ ❝  It'll be our little secret.  ❞ ❝  This is beyond anything I imagined.  ❞ ❝  I must ask too much of you.  ❞ ❝  Has it ever crossed your brilliant mind that I don't want to do this anymore?  ❞ ❝  I will not negotiate with you.  ❞ ❝  You still look the same to me.  ❞ ❝  You need a shave, my friend.  ❞ ❝  You know, at times, I forget how much you've grown.  ❞ ❝  The place to which we journey tonight is extremely dangerous.  ❞ ❝  I promised you could accompany me, and I stand by that promise.  ❞ ❝  You must obey every command I give you without question.  ❞ ❝  Should I tell you to hide, you hide. Should I tell you to run, you run. Should I tell you to abandon me and save yourself, you must do so.  ❞ ❝  Being me has its privledges.  ❞ ❝  The only question is: how do we get there?  ❞ ❝  I am much older, much cleverer, and much less valuable.  ❞ ❝  Please don't make me.  ❞ ❝  Kill me. KILL ME!  ❞ ❝  I promise I'll do what you say.  ❞ ❝  Speak to no one else.  ❞ ❝  Who else is here? I heard you talking.  ❞ ❝  What brings you here on this fine Spring evening?  ❞ ❝  I often talk aloud to myself. I find it extraordinarily useful.  ❞ ❝  You are no assassin.  ❞ ❝  I've done things that would shock you!  ❞ ❝  These actions were so weak, your heart can't have really been in them.  ❞ ❝  Please let me help you.  ❞ ❝  Don't you understand? I have to do this.  ❞ ❝  I have to kill you.  ❞ ❝  I think introductions are in order. Don't you?  ❞ ❝  Fight back, you coward! Fight back!  ❞ ❝  It was I who discovered your secret.  ❞ ❝  It was all a waste.  ❞ ❝  I've always admired your courage, but sometimes, you can be really thick.  ❞

[malopeach]

To put into perspective what having a manic episode due to bipolar disorder is like:

I walk into my grocery store this morning. I completely forget why I have come to the grocery store. I do not remember HOW I got to the grocery store.

I wander the produce section for some indescernable amount of time. I am overwhelmed by the selection of fruits. Did I even come here for fruits?? I do not remember. I grab a small pack of blackberries after Extremely thorough investigation, and I am allowed to leave the produce section.

Suddenly, I am struck with a realization, a memory. Breakfast! I’m in my way to work and I’m here to pick up breakfast! I only have ten minutes left to select and purchase a breakfast, how did I squander so much time looking at fruit!!! I also recall that I was looking for Yogurt, so I make my way to where I believe the yogurt section to be.

I am overwhelmed by the selection of yogurts available to me, but I know which one I am looking for. Chobani, vegan strawberry with the crunchy granola in the cup. I’m lactose intolerant, I cannot have other yogurts. I scan labels. I read labels CAREFULLY. I am running out of time and I CANNOT find my yogurt. I begin to cry infront of the yogurt section, seemingly alarming other shoppers.

I am very frustrated and upset about the yogurt, but then I remember that vegan yogurts are in the ORGANIC section, and Oh I Am The Fool, so I bee-line for it. I am very stressed in the Kroger now.

I locate vegan yogurt across the store. There are not many. They are OUT of strawberry Chobani and I don’t LIKE other flavors. I am going to cry again. I settle for Silk’s rasberry yogurt. I am deeply distressed that my first choice is not available, i get myself a kombucha and a choclate granola bar to feel better.

I irrationally hate the Kroger. I am very angery the grocery store has done this to me, I scan my breakfast at self check out with a sense of MALICE. I am still polite to the attendant on my way out the door, but I have momentarily decided to have a VENDETTA against Kroger. we should BOYCOTT Kroger for not having Chobani Vegan Strawberry Yogurt.

I am waiting at my bus stop several minutes later when I finally calm down and start writing this, feeling Very stupid.

This is a mild-case scenario. I was in no immediate danger, I was upset about yogurt in the grocery store and had a thirty minute breakfast-related fiasco that almost made me late to work. I’m in a much better place mentally than I have been a previous points in life, and I know this because I have been in MUCH more dangerous situations due to manic episodes before. I have a good support system. I have people I can call when I’m having an episode. I have a job thats fairly understanding of my challenges and limitations.

But this isn’t the case for a LOT of people with bipolar disorder. I feel incredibly privledged that my biggest problem this morning was just grocery shopping, because three years ago it was accidentally taking a manic trip to fucking Connecticut with no money to get back. Bipolar Disorder is recognized as a disability, and like, its for a good reason.

Theres so much stigma and shame around it, theres so little understanding from people about it. Its so hard to explain to people that I do not MEAN to be this way, I wish I wasn’t having meltdowns about yogurt but here we are.

Having a manic episode is like riding on a tilt-a-whirl; A lot of the time it’s very fun! Exciting, fast, everything feels like SO much. But sometimes you had too much funnel cake before the ride, or you didn’t even really Wanna get on but now you’re here and hyper-aware of the ricketyness of carnival rides. But you don’t get to just get off cuz you’re uncomfortable, youre stuck until the teenage ride-operator decides the ride is over and that sucks.

Idk where I’m really going with this, but I just wish I could make neurotypical people understand how hard it is to be like. the bare minimum of functional. If you know someone with bipolar disorder, just try to be understanding maybe? Like, mental illness is never an excuse to be a dick, but just keep in mind that some of us did NOT mean to cry in the yogurt section this morning, and are genuinely just having a hard time

[maybemarvelbaby]

Freckle

A/N: So, this is my first work on tumblr, I hope you enjoy it! <3

Paring: soulmate!Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings: Strong Language, Angst, Fluff

AU: Soulmate (tattoo)

Notice:

(Y/N) = Your Name

(Y/H/T) = Your Hometown

(Y/H/C) (Y/E/C) = Your Hair/Eye Colour

Everyone has a tattoo that they are born with, well almost everyone. There are a few unlucky souls who are born without the privledge of the universe giving them a permanent marking. ‘What is the importance of a silly tattoo?’ You may be asking, well it’s a lot more important than you might think.

In this world, people are born with two halves. One is you and the other, your soulmate. If you are fortunate enough to be given a soulmate (although it is more uncommon to not have one) you will bear a unique tattoo somewhere on your body. The only copy of said tattoo with be on the body of your soulmate in the same place that it is on you.

You’ve lived your whole life wondering where your tattoo was, that was until your parents broke the news to you. You didn’t have one.

Needless to say, you were devastated. You had spent almost 15 years of your life assuming your tattoo was somewhere you couldn’t see it, but it wasn’t anywhere on you. It crushed you to know that all of the fantasies you had about meeting your soulmate would never come true. But, as time went on, you learned that it was okay. That there are other people without a soulmate that still need love, so you decided that the universe had actually blessed you, instead of giving you a curse.

Three years after you discovered you had no soulmate, you had finally accepted it, and decided to find someone like you.

“(Y/N)!! Come sit over here!!” The calls from your best friend, Michelle Jones (though everyone called her MJ), echoed across the cafeteria, snapping you from your thoughts. You quickly made your way across the cafeteria to sit next to her.

You and MJ had been friends since diapers, until in the third grade when she moved from (Y/H/T) to Queens. You two still communicated often and your parents set up countless play dates.

Needless to say, you were estastic when your father landed a new job in Queens and received the news that your little family of four would be moving there. Your little sister, on the other hand, was not as excited. She had just found her soulmate, they had a matching set of white daisies tattooed on the back of their right hands, and she was not too keen on leaving her. Though family came first, and she had to leave her love behind.

“Hey MJ! It’s been what, like, 6 months since we last hung out?” You asked, easily striking up a conversation.

“Yeah, now that you live here though, hanging out won’t be as expensive.” She laughed at her own joke, the laughter soon doubling as you remembered how expensive it was to get plane tickets once a month.

“I’m so glad I’m here.” You smiled.

“Me too, oh! By the way, I want you to meet a few people.” Her eyebrows lifted and her eyes grew wide as a big smile etched across her face. She turned your attention to the three boys that sat across you.

“Hey there! I’m Jason. MJ has told us a lot about you, it’s good to finally put a face to the name.” The first boy said, his blonde hair and blue eyes barely catching your attention as soon as he stuck his hand out. You noticed a small rose tattooed across his upper arm. You gasped when you noticed the familiar sight.

“Oh my god! MJ! You didn’t tell me you found your soulmate!” You exclaimed, faking frustration with your friend. She scoffed and rolled her eyes affectionately.

“Yeah that’s him, now hurry up and meet the other two.” She replied.

The second boy perked his head up and smiled widely in your direction, the outline of a thin heart, full of complex designs was located right below his jaw.

“Hi! I’m Ned.” He said extending his hand like the boy before him did. You shook it smiling.

“(Y/N), nice to meet you.”

The last boy was seemingly distracted by whatever he was writing in his little notebook. A small, black spider marking sat on his left thumb. Ned noticed the boy’s lack of attention to the current situation and nudged his friend in the side, before nodding his head in your direction.

“O-oh, sorry. Hey, umm, I’m Peter. You must be (Y/N). MJ has been crazy about you moving here all week.” He chuckled nervously, scratching the back of his neck. You smiled at him warmly and his anxiety seemed to fade.

The five of you spent the rest of lunch together, talking about god knows what and making the stupidest jokes. MJ seemed to notice the quick friendship that you and Peter managed to form, smirking lightly to herself.

Soon, the bell rang, signalling it was time to head back to classes. You stood up and walked out with MJ, the boys insisting that you two go ahead and that they will clean up the table, allowing you to get a much needed five minutes of girl time.

“So...” MJ started, “No tattoo still?”

You shook your head scoffing to yourself. “Nope.”

“I’m sorry, (Y/N)... I know how bad you wanted a soulmate.” MJ said sighing.

“It’s okay, MJ. There are other people like me who don’t have one, I’m just gonna do my best to make do with what I got.”

MJ nodded, before leaning in to whisper in your ear, “Word of warning, you might wanna tattoo something on yourself with a pen or something because Flash Thompson loves to pick on people who don’t have soulmates. He’s pretty brutal about it too.”

You nodded in agreement as the two of you walked into your shared chemistry classroom, sitting at the same lab table. You pulled out a pen before quickly drawing two lines encircling the ring finger of your left hand. You showed it off the MJ.

“That’s kinda cute, honestly. Simple, but cute.” She said taking yo ur hand to admire it. Peter soon walked in and noticed the two of you, walking over to stand in front of your lab table.

“No soulmate?” He asked, “Don’t worry, I won’t tell.” He mimicked a sipping motion across his lips and you chuckled, muttering a quiet ‘thanks’ as he left to go sit at the table behind you.

Before you knew it, school was already over. It was faster than you originally thought, and you assumed it has to do something with how much fun the people you made friends with were.

Everyday you were in school for seemed to go by in the blink of an eye, and before you knew it, it was already the end of the second quarter. You and Peter’s friendship had grown fast. You learned about how he had no idea who his soulmate was, and he often seemed uncomfortable talking about soulmate business, so you often did your best to not bring it up.

Because it was almost the end of the first semester, midterms were coming up. You were a straight A student, with over a 95 in every class, except for one, Spanish. In said class, you had a 90, and it was killing you. You weren’t bad at Spanish, in fact, the language came almost naturally to you. You could write and understand it with ease. The part you had trouble with was speech. You knew how to pronounce each word and how to properly for sentences, but your teacher was a little bit over enthusiastic. He made it a point to give you a partner each week, and the two of you would have to present a little skit (spoken in Spanish of course) in front of the rest of the class. The stage-fright that you got was almost ridiculous. You would freeze up and stumble over your words, often throwing your partner off course and ending things badly for the both of you. The midterm assignment was no different.

Instead of a test, your Spanish teacher decided to pair everyone up and have them prepare a 15 minute conversation that each group would present privately to the teacher. Luckily, you managed to get the one person you trusted most in your Spanish class, Peter. He was practically fluent in the language and he didn’t give you the same anxious feeling when he was around you.

The two of you decided that it may be a good idea to head to his apartment after school and begin working on the project. So, that’s exactly what you did.

The two of you raced to his apartment complex, and you beat his to the elevator, holding onto the wall so you could steady yourself and catch your breathe. No less than three seconds later, Peter was in the elevator, hand on the opposite wall and chest heaving. He glanced at you and the two of you make eye contact. A light laugh erupted from the both of you as you humoured yourselves at your shared childishness. The elevator opened as soon as your heart finally stopped racing, and you two went down the hall and into his apartment. A young looking woman stood in the kitchen, scraping burnt food off of a nonstick cooking pan.

“Hey Aunt May! This is (Y/N), we’re gonna be in my room practicing for our Spanish assignment.” Peter called out. Aunt May whipped her head around and a wide smile spread across her face.

“Hello, it’s nice to meet you, I’m Peter’s Aunt May.” She greeted.

“Hello ma’am, it’s nice to meet you. Peter talks very affectionately about you.” You replied with a polite smile, extending your hand. She blushed and chuckled.

“Honey, please. Call me May.” She chuckled, ignoring your request for a hand shake and wrapped her arms around you instead. “We don’t do handshakes, we give hugs.”

You stiffened for only a moment before relaxing and accepting the hug.

“Dinner will be ready soon, if I don’t burn it again.” She said, drawing back from the hug and allowing you and Peter to go back to his room and get to work.

“Sorry about her, she kinda touchy.” Peter chuckled nervously.

“It’s alright Peter, I don’t mind.” You replied comfortingly, a small sigh of relief escaped his lips, and you giggled.

“Let’s get to work. Shall we?” He asked, clasping his hands together.

“Sure,” you nodded, “where do you want to start?”

“Umm... I’m not sure. Why don’t we just say whatever comes to our minds in Spanish.” Peter suggested.

“Alright sure ummm.....” you tapped your index finger on your chin, thinking of what to say, “Mi pelo es (Y/H/C) y mis ojos son (Y/E/C)?”

“That’s works okay, umm... Me gustan tus ojos. Son muy bonitos.” You blushed at his words.

“Gracias. Me gusts tu cabello rizado, es muy lindo.” His cheeks flushed with pink when you spoke and he cleared his throat.

“Me gustan muchos tus labios.”

“Me gustan tus labios también.”

Peter face grew hot and he shifted nervously before speaking his next words. “¿Puedo besarte?”

Your face flushed bright red. The quiet ‘sí’ you tried to say barely left your mouth before his lips were on yours. For a moment, it felt right, until you realised that it wasn’t. You suddenly pushed his off of you. He looked back at you, eyes wide in shock.

“What the hell are we doing Peter?!” You squeaked, “What the fuck was that?! I don’t know what you’re doing but you need to cut it out, now!”

“(Y/N)... what are you talking abou-”

“No, shut it, Parker,” You snapped, regretting it slightly as he winced at the way his name left you lips. “You know I don’t have a soulmate! We both know that you do! What kind of friend are you that you lead me on like that?!”

“(Y/N)... I-I ne-”

“I don’t care Peter. I’m going to talk to Mr. Valdes tomorrow and ask to switch partners. I can’t work with you if your gonna do that shit... I’m sorry Peter. I don’t belong to you...” You grabbed your bag and grabbed te handle of the door, but before you could turn the knob, a sticky string stopped you. You whipped your head around to see Peter, looking at you determined and hopeful.

“(Y/N)... there are a couple things I have to tell you.”

You sigh, and decide maybe it was in the moment and that he just wanted to apologize or something, so you stopped fighting the web on your hand and nodding, signaling him to go on.

“Okay uh... the first one is that I uh... I am... umm...”

“Spit it out Parker!” You said, frustrated.

“I don’t have a soulmate.”

Your eyes grew wide, “W-what?”

“This isn’t my tattoo...” he stated as he grabbed a tissue and wiped the small spider tattoo off of his thumb. “I don’t have a soulmate either.”

“P-Peter... I am so sorry... I didn’t know.”

“It’s okay. I was kinda happy that you didn’t have one either... I kinda like you a lot.”

“I like you too Peter. Now, care to explain what this is?” You asked motioning to the web with your free hand.

“Oh yeah, I’m also kinda Spider-Man.”

“You’re just full of surprises aren’t you Peter Parker?” You asked affectionately. He chuckled before grabbing you left hand, since it wasn’t glued to the door knob. You looked down at them and suddenly another surprised gasp left you lips.

“Peter? What is that?” You asked, pointing to a small dot on his left thumb, under where the spider was.

“Oh, that? It’s just a freckle in think. I was born with it.” He shrugged.

“Peter... I don’t thinks that’s a freckle.” You smiled, shaking your head. His eyebrows creased in confusion.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, I think that’s your tattoo.”

“Why would you say that?”

“Because Peter,” you looked up again, catching his eyes in an affectionate gaze, “I have the same ‘freckle’ on my hand as well.”

An excited gasp left his lips.

“Y-you mean?”

“Yes, Peter, we are soulmates.” You laughed and his smile grew wider and he hugged you tight. He pulled back from the hug before capturing your lips in a loving kiss.

The next day at school, you told MJ all about the previous night’s events.

“Well, show me the tattoo then.” She said. You lifted up your left hand and pointed to the little black dot on your finger. She scoffed lightly and rolled her eyes affectionately.

“That is the dumbest tattoo I’ve ever seen.” She teased and you just laughed with her.

“The universe works in mysterious ways.”

[paintingwithdarkness]

Cookies & BluePulse please 😊😊😊

Cookies

“Cariño, stop eating all the frosting or we’re not gonna have any for the cookies!” Jaime lightly chastised his boyfriend, watching as he squirted yet another glob of heavily dyed icing into his mouth.

Bart’s tongue was already stained green, and the tube, which had been brand new when they’d started was already half gone. Jaime snatched it from him and set it down on the counter.

“Aww,” Bart complained, “but the cookies are taking forever!”

Jaime glanced over to the little oven where a sheet of cookies was baking. He and Bart had decided to go with a homemade sugar cookie dough and had already made quite a mess of the kitchen, without Bart adding frosting to the mix. Both of them were covered in flour, and Jaime’s hands were still coated in a thin layer of grease from kneading the butter into their dough. Even with soap, he hadn’t been able to get all of the residue off. Not to mention the eggs Bart had cracked a little too hard against the counter. Jaime could see the runny yolks they’d failed to clean up trying to drip down onto the floor. The dough-covered Christmas themed cookie cutters they’d used were piled up in the sink.

Jaime watched as Bart reached for the tube of red icing and quickly grabbed him by the wrist before he could pick it up.

Bart whined again. “I’m hungry, Babe!”

“Then eat some of the left over M&Ms,” Jaime sighed. “The colors all taste the same.”

Bart scowled and mumbled something under his breath Jaime couldn’t quite catch, but snatched up the bag of leftover M&Ms and began snacking. He and Jaime had sorted out all of the M&Ms by color and decided that certain ones they probably wouldn’t end up using. An array of candy sat on the counter, all sorted out into bowls lined up next to the tubes of frosting.

Jaime kept a close eye on his boyfriend, making sure he didn’t steal anymore candy or icing he wasn’t supposed to. He knew how fast Bart could be (he was a speedster after all) and knew that even a second’s glance away could mean another tube of icing would go missing. There would be no point to even waiting for the cookies to finish baking if Bart ate up all of the decorations first.

Jaime spared a quick look at the oven timer. The cookies still had three minutes left, and then they needed time to cool. Surely he could keep his boyfriend in line for that much longer...

“Bart!” Jaime exclaimed, turning back around and catching the speedster with the tube of red frosting in hand. He snatched it away with a pointed look.

Bart tossed his head and groaned. “The cookies are taking forever and there’s nothing else to eat!”

Just then, an idea popped into Jaime’s head. He smirked. “Are you sure?” He stepped around the kitchen island to grab Bart by the hips, pressing the speedster’s lower back into the cool edge of the countertop. It wasn’t too often that Jaime was the one to initiate intimacy in their relationship, but he figured if he could keep Bart occupied while waiting for the cookies, and get a little pleasure out of it himself, then why not?

Jaime connected their lips, scrunching his nose up at the taste of pure sugar. Bart had eaten nothing but half a tube of frosting and candy for the past hour and it was all Jaime could taste. He loved Bart, and he especially loved kissing Bart, but the sweetness overload was too much. He pulled away and wiped at his mouth.

Bart gave him a confused look.

“Sorry, Cariño,” Jaime apologized. “But you taste like pure sugar.”

Bart laughed a little, draping an arm around Jaime’s shoulders. “Maybe if you had some of the frosting too it wouldn’t be so bad?” He reached behind him with the arm that wasn’t around Jaime’s neck, grabbing a tube of icing and twisted the cap off with his thumb.

Jaime removed a hand from his boyfriend’s waist and leaned forward to grab the tube. The move pressed them chest to chest. “Don’t even think about it,” Jaime growled at him playfully. He leaned up to press a kiss to the side of Bart’s neck. Bart tipped his head, accommodating him.

Jaime lightly trailed kisses down Bart’s neck to the collar of his shirt, and then sucked lightly at the hollow of his throat, dragging a pleased hum from the speedster’s chest. He traced up the other side of Bart’s pale neck and then across his jawline, ending with a teasing peck to the corner of his mouth. Bart whined in response and threaded his fingers through Jaime’s short-cropped hair, dragging him in for a real kiss.

This time, Jaime was prepared for the sickening sweetness. He closed his eyes as his lips moved with Bart’s, slowly getting used to the flavor. Vanilla, masked by the bitter taste of artificial dyes, chocolate, sugar plum and peppermint all danced over Jaime’s tongue as Bart coaxed his mouth open, deepening the kiss. Pretty soon, Jaime couldn’t differentiate between the taste of Bart’s mouth and his own.

As they kissed, Jaime’s hands slowly wandered across his boyfriend’s muscular, yet trim torso, appreciating the faint outlines of Bart’s developing six-pack, his powerful hips, strong thighs, and taut ass. Bart’s own seemed content to trace over the broad lines of Jaime’s back and shoulders, fingertips teasing at the protrusion of the Scarab’s shell beneath his shirt.

[Jaime Reyes] He tried to block out the disembodied voice in his head. Khaji Da always seemed to butt in at the worst times. Jaime was more than content to continue making out with his boyfriend without the distraction.

[Jaime Reyes, the Christmas confections are burning.]

He whined into Bart’s mouth as the speedster’s hands trailed under the front of his shirt, thumbs teasing down his David lines until hooking in the waistband of his jeans. Reluctantly, he broke away from Bart with a gasp for breath.

“Later,” Jaime panted. “We gotta decorate the cookies first.”

“Is that a promise?” Bart asked with a leer.

Jaime grined back at him as he slipped a pair of oven mitts on. “Depends on whether you want a Silent Night or want to jingle some bells?” He raised a suggestive eyebrow.

Bart shook his head at the innuendo. Jaime was witty and sarcastic, and his favorite type of flirting tended to include plays on words. Exchanging dirty puns with Bart was just a natural part of their relationship.

Jaime set the tray of cookies down on the counter. Khaji Da had warned him, and the batch had come out a little browner than Jaime would have liked, but the frosting and candy would do a good enough job masking the taste, so he wasn’t too concerned. He grabbed two plates from the cupboard and placed them on the counter, one in front of himself and one in front of his boyfriend.

For the next hour, they decorated the cookies, spreading green icing on Christmas trees and wreaths and dotting gingerbread men with varying colored M&M eyes. While they worked, Jaime played Christmas music on his phone in the background, quietly enough that he could still talk to his boyfriend.

“Which one are you going to leave for Santa?” Jaime asked as he put the final touches on his last cookie. He’d already picked out a reindeer shaped treat he’d decorated to leave for the big man in red.

“Santa?” Bart scoffed. “There’s no way a dude in a sleigh loaded down with tons of presents and relying on the power of magic reindeer can make it around the world in a single night.”

“You can literally run at the speed of light,” Jaime pointed out.

Bart crossed his arms. “You mean to tell me that Grandpa Barry has been Santa this whole time?”

Jaime chuckled. “He does wear a red suit. Plus, it explains why he can eat the millions of Christmas cookies and leave only crumbs at each child’s house.”

Bart shook his head.

Jaime laughed and gave him a kiss to placate him. “Don’t ruin the magic for me, Cariño.”

Bart slumped down in his chair, but set aside a cookie nonetheless. “The only people qualified for magic are Dr. Fate and Zatanna. I don’t think an old, fat man who breaks into houses should be granted those same privledges.”

Jaime slugged Bart in the bicep playfully. “You’re such a Scrooge!” He complained laughingly.

“Us speedsters are men of science,” Bart defended with a shrug. He got up and took the plate with his and Jaime’s cookies for Santa over to set on the mantle above their fireplace. He took a second to admire the tree he and Jaime had decorated on the first of December and then returned to the kitchen to begin cleaning up the mess. As he passed by the counter, Jaime tugged him down into his lap with an insistent kiss.

Jaime smiled when he felt his boyfriend kiss back and adjusted his position so that Bart could properly straddle his lap.

“I think the Christmas packages arrived early,” Bart whispered into Jaime’s ear suggestively, as he ground down against him.

Jaime placed a kiss to the sensitive spot behind Bart’s ear before replying back, “Maybe we should take them to the bedroom to unwrap?”

Bart turned his head to give Jaime a quick kiss on the lips. “Sounds like a Merry Christmas to me.”

Jaime kissed his boyfriend one more time before standing up from his chair to carry Bart down the hallway to their bedroom. The mess in the kitchen could wait. Right now, all he wanted was to be a ho ho ho for the love of his life.

Merry Christmas @lifewhyyoudothisquestionmark! Hope you enjoy this 🎄🎁

I think you’re rubbing off on me with all of these jokes. My writing never used to be like this. Oh well. I’ll blame you and my terrible sleep schedule for this monstrosity 😂

[addictofsupernatural]

The Southsider (pt. 2)

Sweet Pea x reader

Chapter Summary: Things are getting off to a great start with Sweet Pea and y/n, but what happens when someone finds out her past?

Word Count: 2428

Chapter 1 • Chapter 3

You pulled up at the Whyte Wrym parking lot. Worried that your hair was a mess from the wind, you try to smoothen it. "You look good." Sweet Pea reaches his hand out for you. You smile and blush, looking down and taking his hand.

You two went inside and, much to Toni's delight, were still holding hands. Fangs eyed you both. "Cute." He said as he smirked.

Sweet Pea instantly yanked his hand away from yours. He looked at you with red cheeks. "You know how to play pool?"

"No. You wanna show me?" You smiled.

He grabbed a pool stick and put it in your hands. He stood right behind you, towering over you. "Okay bend down." You both bent down to the pool table. Your face felt extremely hot.

"Easy there, Sweets. Big brother is watching." Jughead said. Toni and Fangs were compressing their laughter from your blushing face.

Sweet Pea chose to block all of them out. "Hold the stick like this, and put your hand right here." He positions your arms and hands where they need to go. "And hit the ball." The stick then hit the white ball, sending all others if different directions. He then stood, you standing with him. "Looks like your stripes."

You looked at each other, close together. You were about to say something until a hand slaps Sweet Pea's back hard. "Sweet Pea." FP says, putting his hand on his shoulder. "Can I speak to you in private?" He tightens his grip.

"Sure." Sweet Pea said stiffly. They then both went outside.

They both left you worried for Sweet Pea. FP's dad instincts seem to have kicked in. Once those doors closed, the tight smile on his face was gone. "What the hell do you think your doing in there?"

"I was just teaching her how to play pool-"

"She's not just some cheap piece of meat that you can throw away after getting what you want."

"No! I wouldn't do that to her. I just thought she might have fun-"

FP yanked the collar of his jacket, pointing a finger at him. "You better watch yourself."

"-playing pool! I thought she might have fun playing pool." Sweet Pea defensively put his hands up.

He then let go of him. "Careful, boy. You don't use a girl like that."

Sweet Pea nodded and quickly walked back inside. When you saw him, it looked like he had seen a ghost. "Sweets, you good?" You put a hand on his arm.

"Yeah. Yeah I'm good." You were still pretty worried, so you gently squeezed his arm and let go.

"You wanna finish that pool game?"

After the pool game you talked with the four a while before Sweet Pea stood up. "It's kinda late, I'll take you home."

You gave him directions as you rode to the Northside with him. You stopped at a small house that had no cars in it's driveway. "Are your mom and dad out?" He asked as you hopped off.

"No, I live with my aunt. She's away on another business thing. It's just me right now." You shifted in your place, wanting to change the subject. "Tonight was cool, Pea. Thanks for that."

He nodded. You start to walk to the door when Sweet Pea asked, "What, no goodnight kiss?"

You turned around and looked at him and his teasing smile. You walked up to him and gave him a chaste kiss on the cheek. "Good night, Sweets. Can't wait to see you at school tomorrow." You turned and walked inside.

"Night." He said quietly. When you left he slowly went into the biggest smile ever. He then drove off, excited for tomorrow to come.

What the two of you didn't know was that at that exact moment Reggie was breaking into the sheriff's office to find anything he could on you, and what he found was unexpected. And just what he needed. He couldn't have a rebel at Riverdale High helping the Southside take over the school. Traitors of the Northside need to be punished.

He called Cheryl. "Do you realize what time it is? You have no respect for beauty sleep."

"I got something on y/n."

"I'm listening."

"I don't want to ruin the surprise yet, but get as many people as you can. Tomorrow at lunch we'll show those snakes that if they mess with us, we mess with those they care about."

"See you tomorrow then."

The next day you walked to school, meeting Kevin at the front. You looked at him very excitedly. "I went to the Whyte Wrym last night!"

His mouth flew open. "The Serpents' hang out spot?!" He nodded your head, blushing like crazy. He linked your arms together. "Tell me more."

As you and Kevin were talking, so were Sweet Pea, Toni and Fangs. "Alright dude, how are you going to get her to like you?"

"You think I know?" Sweet Pea said as they all got off their bikes.

"Maybe you should come on stronger?" Toni suggested.

"Or maybe we should help make them closer." Fangs nodded. Toni reluctantly agreed, and Sweet Pea had come to the conclusion that his friends were going to embarrass the crap out of him today.

You were walking and talking with Kevin when you both see Sweet Pea with Fangs and Toni in the hallways. "You have to go talk to him." Kevin told me.

"Are you sure? I feel more confident in the arms of my favorite gay." You said, playfully clinging to him.

"I'm rooting for you two now, so starting today I will do what I can to support this ship. Now go talk to him." You took a quick break, nodded, and started to walk towards Sweet Pea, but Kevin grabbed your arm. "Just promise you'll be careful?"

"Promise." And with that you were going to walk towards them, but Kevin grabbed your arm again.

"Wait, we have to make this subtle."

"What?"

"We should walk by and pretend to not have noticed them until he says hi. Come on." He grabs your arm and links it with his again.

"Your putting way too much thought into this." You whispered.

"Sh. It'll work."

You then walked closer to him, and just as Kevin said, he took notice in you. "Y/n. Hey." He waved, kind of nervous on how you'd react.

"Oh, hey Sweet Pea!"

"I'll leave you two be!" Kevin said.

You shook your head. "You're a big a loser as I am, Kev." He fixed his strap on his bag and smiled. "See you at lunch." He waved at you and Sweet Pea.

"What's with you two?" Sweet Pea smiled.

"Nothing. Just dorks being dorks together. Hey guys." The other two nod.

Toni taps Fang's arm, and he nods. He goes up to you and fake accidentally pushes you into Sweet Pea. "So how's your morni- oh crap. My bad y/n."

Your body goes forward into Sweet Pea, grabbing onto his jacket to stabilize yourself. "It's okay Fangs."

You then went to stand next to Sweet Pea. Fangs eyed Toni, meaning that it was her turn. She went next to you and leaned on your shoulder hard. "So, y/n, what do you think of the Whyte Wrym?"

Her leaning on you made you stumble into Sweet Pea's side, grabbing onto his arm. "Uh, it was cool. It felt really homey. Hey, you guys got your schedules today, right?"

"Yeah." Sweet Pea said, looking down at you. You were still holding onto his arm.

"Can I see?" They all handed you their papers. "Toni you have bio with me, Fangs we have US History, Sweets we got PE. We all have English together." The bell rang and you gave back the papers. "Toni let's go together."

"Sure." You both started walking towards your class. You turned and smiled, waving towards the two boys, with them waving back.

Right after you turned back around Sweet Pea punched Fangs in the shoulder. "What the hell was that?!"

"She held your arm, didn't she?" Fangs said while holding onto his shoulder.

The rest of your day went by smoothly and quickly. Biology with Toni was fun, and seeing how Fangs was a secret genius in History was interesting. Geometry was kind of slow, but that's what you had Archie there for. Now was fourth period: English.

You all were getting new seats, so all of you were at the perimeter of the room. "Is it me or is there a lot of people staring at us?" You asked Fangs.

"It's the jackets and tattoos. It scares them."

One guy walks past the four of you as he is assigned his seat, saying "Be careful babe, these guys are criminals."

Sweet Pea is extremely close to throwing a punch at this guy, but is stopped as you link your arm to Sweet Pea's, leaning onto him. "No, I think I'd prefer them to some high school has been waiting to happen. Thanks anyways, babe." You turned to Sweet Pea. "What a privledged asshole."

He let out a laugh. You really didn't care about where they came from. He wondered why that was, but dismissed the question.

The teacher then called out your name, followed by Toni, which meant that she sat behind you. When the teacher called him, it was the seat next to yours. He tried his very best to hide his smile. Fangs was behind him. It was perfect.

Your teacher now passed out the school books for Romeo and Juliet. She explained the gist of this unit. What the quizzes will be on, how we need to find literary devises, what writing assignments they will have. It was all so foreign to Sweet Pea. English was his worst subject. He's going to look like an idiot in front of you.

You were all tasked with reading Act I Scenes i-iii. You had to decipher what was going on in the story, and list out literary devices on what is was relating to and what it meant. Sweet Pea was going to die.

"Hey." You said, snapping him out of his thoughts. "You good?"

"No." He said without thinking. "I mean yeah! It's just that I'm crap at English."

"Oh, then let's work on the homework together after school." He wondered how a person could be so nice. "You can pick me up when I'm done with my shift from Pop's."

"When do you get off?"

"Give me your number and I could text you when." This came out without the intention of anything except exchanging information. Once you realized what you said, you felt your cheeks get hot.

You silently handed him your phone. He put in his number, finding it sad that you were more smooth than he is. He still seemed to like being around you.

He gave it back to you with a new contact in your phone. You began to get cold from sitting under the air vent. You started to rub your arms and let down your hair for any sort of warmth.

Sweet Pea noticed this and shimmied out of his jacket. "Here." He handed it to you.

"Oh, no Sweets it's fine-"

"No it's not. You're cold, right? Put on the jacket."

You took it, giving him a teasing smile. "What?"

"You worried about me, Sweets?"

He smirked back. "You care about what I think of you, y/n?"

"Good one." You said, biting your lip as you smiled and looked down at the book to read. Sweet Pea looked at you in the oversized serpent jacket with your hair down. You looked hot and cute at the same time. He then looked back down at his own book, not understanding most of what he was reading. Meanwhile, Toni and Fangs were silently enjoying the show.

The bell rang and what began was what Reggie had been waiting for all day. Lunch.

They walked you to the cafeteria, which you normally don't eat at but you all heard that Reggie had important news. You parted ways with them once you saw your five friends over at a table.

"Oh, my God." Veronica said, staring at you. Kevin looked at you, then widened his eyes and looked again at you. You sat down next to Kevin, wondering why everyone was staring. Betty put a hand over her mouth to try to stop herself from laughing.

"Uh, y/n," Archie said, scratching the back of his head.

"Is that Sweet Pea's?" Jughead bluntly asked.

You looked down in embarrassment and saw that you were still wearing Sweet Pea's serpent jacket. You put your head down and played with the oversized sleeves. "Maybe."

"Wow, I was not expecting that." Veronica said. "What a pleasant surprise."

"Give it to me. I'll give it back to him." Jughead reached his hand out, waiting for the jacket to be given.

"Why?" You whined. "It's comfy. I can see why you guys always wear it."

"We don't wear it for comfort, y/n. It's a symbol of a tribe. It shouldn't just be handed to someone who's cold. It means a lot more than that!"

"So you're saying I'm important to him?" You teased, giving him a smile.

"Now y/n."

You rolled your eyes and took off the jacket. He grabbed it and went over to where his other friends were sitting, angrily saying something you couldn't hear. Sweet Pea shrugged in response and said something else. He then looked at your table, causing everyone else to look away. You kept your gaze at him, giving him a knowing look and a shrug. He smiled in return.

"Eyes in front." Jughead said as he stomped back over to your table. You turned back around and rested your chin on your hand.

"Are you jealous because their chemistry rivals that of bughead?" Kevin asked. Betty giggled and Jughead aggressively munched on his chips.

You turned to Betty. "Has Jughead ever let you wear his jacket?" She smiled and nodded. You jolted up. "What- Jug!"

Before he could protest, Reggie stood on top of a table. "Attention everybody. I have an announcement to make."

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Author Note: Sorry, I said I would reveal y/n's past in this chapter, but I wrote a lot and thought this would be a good place to leave off. I just want this to be more fluff than angst.

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A Cold Wind

“Ughhh get off my head you evil bitch.” Jasmine screamed tugging at the demonic black wig attached to her head.

Jane or Jasmine as she was called now had been under the influence of the evil wig for just over a year now ever since she had found it in a costume shop. The wig had transformed her from a shy plain girl to a lustful bombshell almost immediately.

At first Jane had loved her new body and the attention she had gotten. She had landed a handsome banker who showered her with money and expensive gifts. She easily inserted herself into his privledged social circle and had quickly asserted her dominance over the other wives and girlfriends. She had never felt so good.

But then the wig started to whisper in her mind to do depraved and evil things. Things like stealing money from the bank her boyfriend worked for. Pitting her girlfriends against one another for fun. Fucking their men behind their backs. The wig seemed to revel in the chaos.

For a time so did Jane but then she got sloppy and people started to find out about the money, the manipulation and the adultery and her world crumbled before her. The wig loved every second of it but Jane had had enough.

“You’ve ruined everything. I have nothing now because of you.” Jane said screaming at the wig.

“Oh my dear you were nothing before you met me. I made you infamous. We can start again and cause even more destruction. You’ll love it.” The wig hissed. Jane could feel its influence over her start to work but fought hard against it.

“No! Your power over me ends today. I wish I had never found you!” She said tugging at the wig which was wrapped tight around her own natural hair underneath.

“No! What are you doing?! You don’t want this! You want to be an evil bitch!” The wig said panicking.

“Not anymore!” Jane said and with one solid rip pulled the wig from her head and instinctively threw it out the nearby window.

Being in the penthouse the wig easily caught the strong fall wind and was blown several blocks away within seconds.

At this point the wig was thinking this was the end of its corrupting ways but as it began to descend onto a secluded street it miraculously found itself floating towards the head of an unsuspecting woman.

The woman in question was Francine, a timid librarian who wore a white and blue turtleneck with a black blazer and white pants. She was by no means unattractive but she had a way of blending into the background.

She was running a little late for work and was taking a shortcut rarely used. As she hurried along the empty street all of a sudden something landed on her head and obscured her vision.

“What the heck?” She exclaimed as she moved the raven black strands from her eyes. However as she was preoccupied with her sight the wig settled comfortably on her head and started to dig in.

“What a stroke of luck landing on your head my dear but let’s see what we are dealing with.” The wig whispered in Francine’s head. The thick black locks wrapped around Francine’s brown strands like tentacles.

“What’s happening? Who’s voice is that?” Francine said while still trying to yank the hair out of her face.

“I’m here to help you reach your full potential and turn you into an evil manipulative bitch. I can see deep into your soul that you crave it. But you’ll need a body to match first.” The wig cackled inside Francine’s head.

“Wait, what? Ohhhhhh fuck.” Francine moaned as the wigs magic started to transform her body. It felt as though dozens of hands were massaging every inch of her.

“Let me infect your mind and turn your body into one that will be envied. You’ve always been jealous of the big breasted sluts who could snap their fingers and get what they want. The evil whores who bullied you in school, how you longed to lead them. You’ve been good too long, become the bitch you’ve always wanted to be.” The wig said as more changes took place.

Francine’s legs became slender and hairless. Her pussy tightened and became smooth. Her nails elongated and sharpened. The invisible hands worked her flab around like moulding clay and pushed them into her tits making them bigger.

Her mind meanwhile was gaining the depraved knowledge the wig had gathered over the centuries. Instantly she knew how to give the best blowjob, how to cum without using her hands, how to wrap men around her finger, how to corrupt others to do her bidding. As a librarian she thrived on gaining new knowledge. She embraced the evil ways, it made her feel powerful and she loved it.

“Yesssss fuck yes I give in. Warp my body and soul. Make me into an alpha bitch. I want everybody to know and fear me, I want to do so much bad. Fill my head up with even more evil secrets.” Francine moaned as the finishing touches to her transformation caused a layer of makeup to be applied to her face and her clothes merged into one skin tight white dress.

“How do you feel?” The wig asked but was confident of the answer. It sensed a longing in Francine to become a bad bitch that was lacking from previous hosts. It knew that she wouldn’t be pulling off the wig anytime soon.

“Mmmmm I feel so fucking good. Or maybe that should be so fucking bad.” The transformed Francine said with an evil laugh. She took off her glasses and threw them to the ground. She stretched out her new form with a soft moan and began to walk away.

“Excuse me, I believe you dropped these miss...?” Said a voice behind her. She turned to see a rather handsome man in a fine tailored suit holding up the glasses she just threw away. As soon as their eyes locked Francine knew she had her first victim. She walked slowly over to him allowing him to drink in her beauty. By the time she was feet away he was practically drooling.

“A girl like me wouldn’t be seen dead in glasses now would she? And please call me Francesca. You would be?” She said taking his tie into her hand and slowly pulling him close to her. She noticed a wedding ring on his finger which only intensified her interest in him.

“Sorry of course you’re too beautiful to have glasses. I’m T-Todd.” He stammered completely enthralled by this siren.

“Well T-Todd how about you make it up to me by buying me breakfast.” She said inches from his face.

“B-but it’s nearly 2pm.” He stammered again. He had never been so enraptured by someone and Francesca was delighted to see a large bulge in his pants. She had him in the palm of her hand and the wig whispered many delightfully evil ways to proceed.

“Well then we better find some way to occupy ourselves until morning.” She said with her lips almost touching his. She then abruptly dropped his tie and walked away in the opposite direction. An evil smile crossed her lips as seconds later she could hear him hurriedly catching up with her.

From that day on Francesca (or Francesca the Feared as she was known in some circles) quickly gained a reputation for a man stealing, home wrecking gold digger. A reputation she embraced fully. She loved every minute of chaos that she wrought and she caused so much of it by herself the wig eventually stopped suggesting evil deeds and instead sat back and enjoyed the ride.

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(Warning! Suggestive Content) First Time Makeout Session

Hiya! May I request a scenario with Kokichi, Kiibo,Korekiyo,Ryoma and Miu having their first makeout session with their (fem) s/o? Sorry if that's too suggestive, feel free to ignore this then!! >3<"

... If it helps, this is not completely NSFW, I meant things like with... actual doing the do this is just touching the border! Only warning? I don’t know how to write things as hot so, this might just come across as extremely awkward!

Warning!!! This is gonna be suggestive in the very least. I’ve become a degenerate oh my go d. ALSO WARNING I DONT KNOW HOW MAKING OUT WORKS OH GOD

Kiibo

You messily shifted in the closet against Kiibo, the robot standing eerily still against your touch, you wrapped his hands around his neck and pulled him closer against you, pausing for deep gasps of air, as you looked at the robot to see his reaction.

Kiibo was... letting you do all of the work, he was obviously panting against you and your touches, not quite used to your kissing sessions becoming this... messy, they were often quick and heart-fluttering but this... made his internal system whirl.

“... S-S-S/O.... please don’t stop, can you... g-go a bit slower, although? I-Iiii’m afraid I’ll overheat... if you do anything else like that...”

You smirk as you push him in for more, trying your best to be slower with your desperate seek for contact with the robot, his tongue felt cold against yours, but it was refilling.

Especially considering how hot your body felt against his, Kiibo meekly take ahold of your elbow, trying to gain leverage to hold onto as he tried to kiss back with as much force as you.

You pulled one of your hands back, to cup his face as you finally pulled back for air, everything felt amazing, as you looked down to Kiibo who was gasping and recoiling from the new... experience...

“... can... can you give me a warning before you do anything like that, again?”

You press your lips against his, this time gently and heart-fluttery like any other normal day would be, pulling back with a smirk.

“Of course.”

Ryoma Hoshi

Ryoma was quite skilled even if you weren’t, he pressed down against you with a small smirk on his features, his hands wrapped around yours as he pulled you against him, course’ he took seconds or two for you to catch your breath, otherwise ya’d die.

Ryoma seemed to know just where to touch without ruining the mood, moving his hands from the back of your head to cup your face as you two made out on the bed, Ryoma putting his skills to work.

You were surprised to find yourself fall against the couch Ryoma hovering above you as he continued to mercilessly attack you with his mouth, some mewls and giggles escaping your lips when he suddenly stopped and started to give you raspberries against your neck.

“R-Ryoma! Aha- nooo! C-C’mon stoooo- pft-“ giggles escaped your lips, Ryoma pulled himself up pulling his hat over his face with that coy grin.

“Heh, you still gotta’ ways to go. That was... uh, first make-out session wasn’t it, I could tell.”

“... Uh... sorry you’d have to give such a privledge to somebody like me, just couldn’t help myself.”

All you do is giggle as you wrap him into a hug. “It was great! Don’t be sorry, next time I’ll steal one of your firsts anyway.”

“...”

You couldn’t help but to smirk at how red his ears turned, within seconds.

Miu Iruma

It wasn’t like she would ever admit it, but this was Miu’s first makeout session, ever, her face felt like it was burning from hot shame as she tried her best to make you feel... “good”, gaaah- shit this is actually the farthest base she’s actually ever gotten! FUCK!!!

Her hands traveled down your chest, holy crap she’s actually copping a mother... fucking feel-, she take a sharp gasp, as she felt your hands take ahold of her hands- fuck don’t make this cute now too- you smile back at her, whispering something that makes her face go crimson, from both... a lot of fucking hormones and the fact that your literally the cutest fucking thing she’s ever laid her eyes upon.

“... Your... Your doing good Miu, I’m proud of you... eheheheheee... I was worried I was going too fast...”

You... going too fast? Heh. “As if! The... The Great Miu Iruma has done this plenty of times, heh, you should be happy, your handlin’ a lady with a fuuuuuck ton of expirence y’see?”

“... Hehehe.”

You shoot her a challenging look, that grin on your face growing bigger. “Prove it then, darling~!” You push your forehead against hers, closing your eyes, Wait is this permission, holy crap it is.

You regret everything you’ve ever said as Miu goes in for her spoils.

Kokichi Ouma

Kokichi currently has his hand cupping your face as he pulls you in, trying to hide the embarrassment and inexperience he has with cackling, he licks his lips as he gingerly presses his lips against yours.

Not like he’s ever admit it, but it felt, good, this was his first time in a makeout session, yet you didn’t know that...!

He pull away from you to wipe his lips, placing the most evil-looking smirk he could onto his face, as he took ahold of your wrists, and pinned them above your head.

“Heeeey~! S/O do you need a break? You don’t look so well, I mean it’s charming sure to know you can’t last under my grip, for I am the Ultimate Supreme Leader! Neeheehee, so if you wanna do this another time to regain your breath, I don’t mind.”

“... Unless you... want more, to see the very worst I can do to you, how you’ll writh in inexplicable pleasure, so much you won’t even know what hit you! You should back down now S/O... neeheehee, or do you want to see the worst I can do to you?”

“... C’mon, answer me or should I take that silence as my answer?”

“I don’t care.” You reply.

...

Kokichi takes out his phone out of his pocket, dialing Kirumi after picking himself off of you, completely ruining the tension of the moment.

“Oh wow, I totally forgot mommy needed help with the dishes! I’ll need to go- come back another time, sorry S/O! I’ll make you writh another time- SEEYA.”

Kokichi ran off, swearing to himself he be back, he WOULD be back!

Korekiyo Shinguuji

Korekiyo... barely kissed you, his kisses lasted mere seconds before he backed away, pushing his mask up onto his face, so you wouldn’t have thought you would ever find yourself pinned under the anthologist, your eyes covered by a blindfold spare that Korekiyo had kept around for... “reasons”, as you tried to keep yourself steady.

“... Forgive me S/O, the blindfold is merely a need so you may not see under my mask as... we engage in this, but do not worry, for this shall only be the starting step for when we try... other activities as we grow closer... and closer together.”

“... We shall likely do other things as we venture into our love, much bolder things, do not worry for I am educated in that as well...”

... what the fuck does that mean Korekiyo.

You feel yourself get pushed up into his lap as you feel his lips press against yours again, he holds you tight in his grip, his arms around your waist as he holds you protectively.

“Do not worry, for I am used to such things as this, I have studied quite much from my studies of culture, from what I hear does binding your eyes increase other senses, does it stimulate you?”

“Korekiyo I’m going to punch you, just shut up and make out with me.”

“... For then, I shall.”

So you did.

And boy, did you do it.

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2021 overview

LMFAO hi im back yeah yeah i didnt forget i dont think i could ever forget this shit i think i lowkey live for coming back here once a year to write this overview bullet point bullshit anyways as usual my life and past year was fucking crazy i have so much shit to look back on even though ugh thinking about it it just feels like this year was nothing but i guess it was definitely.. life changing -_- but im numb to this metamorphosis shit at this point like whatever ill fall off the fucking face of this planet and be like whatever ANYWAYS lets get to this shit we got a lot to cover lol 

I think last year this time like early early january i was moving all my shit and two chairs that i really miss back to ottawa 

donated my baby silver away :( i miss u every day i hope ur big and strong feminist queen

shout out nadine for the help fr

weird moment back home living my last days in ottawa

thennn back to TO

the car ride back w nadine was so nice straight therapy and vibes we talked the whole time and it never felt draining ugh i love that girl literally the only iraqi girl i love i hope i meet her and get to chill w her in every life time 

uhhh then lets see i think OH YEAH LMAO i was actually p cozy living on the floor for about a week or so like just working from home at weird hours and. just getting prepared to leave 

chilling w sd and getting high while working out somehow still doing that dumbass pointless ab workout shit i used to do and going up the stairs lmao? 

still tlaking to that fucking waste ugly short bitch but whatever good dick i guess lmao LMFAO 

remmeber that quinao dish lmao iconic 

anyways blah blah i chilled w the gang nadine grif akari sd then said bye to precious and dipped shout out to him for helping me make it in to forever grateful n in debt 

shout out to akari too really shout out to her the most she helped me move all my shit 

aww and said bye to jack too imma miss that messy ass alcoholic bitch lmao i hpoe hes good in the motherland 

hennyways yeah i finally got out that bitch 

landed in my new city aka dubai 

shout out to my sister had to live w her for a couple of months with my shit everywhere 

HOW THE FUCK DID I MANAGE BRINGING 7 BAGS AND A GUITAR W ME LMFAOFJEIROGHJESRIGJ really really sara type of shit istg 

first couple months were annoying adjusting constatly feeling like an alien and not fitting in and hating it also the weed withdrawls were horrible i literally daydreamed about getting high everyday smh smh as if i forgot how much i wished i could quit that shit after how much weight gain it gave me smh

met those dumb weird privledged bitches that i cut off quick things

really gave up on friendships this year like it was really a ME year

was too friendly w sm we good now but yeah i mean i guess i needed the friendship at the time lmao 

met who else uhh diane once and like alia ahh she was nice i wish she stayed 

other than that i didnt rlly make friends this year :( tihs city full of old weird bitches

guess its a testament to how well im doing for my age to be out here 

BUT I MET SAM and she saved me forreal i love her she really is a real one and take bomb pics lol

but honestly im just glad to just have a friend i can chill and do shit with so im grateful fr 

work stresss blah blah yeah whatever that shit gun always exist in this capitalist hell cant wait until the day i fuck off and live in a farm 

used to have mad annoying ft with sd which were nice i guess to help me but yeah glad thats over LMFAOO fuck u and ur problems and mad paranoia bitch nobody want to be u

weirdo 

anyways

i finally got my own place my own little spaceship <3 actually got a ligne roset esque couch lMFAO nd that egg chair crazy how i actually manifested that lmao 

got my moneyy finally feels good to have money and not being paid shit like i was in toronto like holy shit it feels good to ENJOY the fruits of my labor never fucking again working in canada again fuck that 

i think thats when things started to get better like i started getting healthy again and cal counting and working out properly which i love  lietrally have boxing tomorrow my waist skinny i lost 10 pounds im back to 115 im strong im lifting and shit honestly best thing i did thank god i dont smoke no more my jeans all lost i fucking LIVE i dont look like shit anymore 

also having no friends making me eat out everyday helps lmao 

altho i did have my little ed moment i think i may still have it tho idk hehe trauma <3 

all the brunches and resto things i did by myself going to all the places i liked being that successful i can dress good and eat good and be msyterious reading books alone blah blah all that pretentious dumb shit i dreamed about being and doing when iwas 16-18 

now im over it tho LMFAO i went everywhere i wanted to basically and have my faves and even then im liike ...eh lemme just order it to me tf lmao

dyed my hair!! eyebrow piercing!! got my lips and cheeks done!! laser my body!! lashes!! high end clothes shoes bags makeup!! the ability to even afford these things man .. all these physical appearance changes shout out to the money fr 

orange menace 

oh yeah remeber that egyptian guy tf was that oh yeah an ben ugh this city is so fucking weird 

idk what happened but like dating apps  . not it in this city lmao like at ALL 

so different from my to self jesus liike i dont even have the fucking energy to text anyone not even on bumbff 

the hyper independence is insane but i loved how i actually focused on myself and accomplished so many of my goals i never had time for 

read so much this year god i LOVE it 

quit drinking thank god not that i barely did her but what a waste thing to do like all the dumbass shit i did in to was cuz of that bullshit never again fr 

went to iraq <3 i FINALLY lived my euphrates tigris dream omg so happy i made it honestly anything i truly want i can have 

it was so nice to go by myeslf and appreciate my heritage an culture

also cleansed myself and had the best dream of my life really grateful to be protected and guided so proud of who i am and where i come from a big sense of love comes from knowing that i really am a descendant of some of the most compassionate and powerful and intelligent that this existence has had so grateful so happy i learned to truly love myself and where i come from all thanks due to the world and energy earth existence and GOD 

oh yeah i had all those stupid ass stomach problems and hospital shit the endsocopy and iv shit ugh hell i hated that it did nothing fr like sir i just have a ed lol

uhmmm what else fuck wow this year was LONG AS HELL 

yeah this was realy a long ass fucking year god 

started to properly learn guitar

paintinggg 

records somewhat lol 

THE JETSET LIFE IS GOING TO KILL YOU 

THE JETSET LIFE IS GOING TO KILL YOU 

THE JETSET LIFE IS GOING TO KILL YOU

mad emo music mcr peirce the veil all that lmao big vibes

connecting w my sis more family more myself more

i mean i was alone and lonely sometimes but i really did work a lot on myself i have a better sense of who i am now i think lmao

blew up on tiktok a couple times cool i  guess

finally went back to canada and yeah after all that day dreaming and missing shit i realized yeah.. that place really is ass LMFAO 

god i forgot how hard it was. tolive in that shithole like bussing getting anywhere far as hell but at least the weather wasnt complete ass thank GOD  i would have kms honestly how the FUCK did i live there for 24 years fuck me 

ottwa was actually okay like i just smoked did that little play ground shit walked in the forest u know reminesce blah blah 

saw z apple shit <3 fulfilled altho it might be the last tbh lmao 

saw hec and jad and moe even OH and vinny god aint shit change that fucking city is literally like the museum in catcher in the eye like it NEVER changes 

so happy for hec tho the little bike ride walk bye was cute

saw joanna too idk random

OHHH YEAH HOLY SHIT LMFAOOOOOOO

ISAW R AND YAS GODD THAT WAS FUCKING WIERD

YEAH CONFIRMED SO GLAD I GOT THE FUCK OUT OF OT AND CANADA GODDDD

IT WAS LIKE MY YOUTH GOT RIPPED OUT OF MY FUCKING BRAIN AND WAS TRAMPLED ON 

THE BITCH PREGNANT OR SM?

SO WEIRD SEEING PPLS DESTINIES AND REALIZING THEY RLLY R GROWING UP TO NOT BE SHIT? 

LIKE U KNOW WHAT I FORGIVE U FOR THE BULLSHIT HONESTLY I JUST FEEL BAD FOR U 

SO GRATEFUL FOR MY LIFE HOLYSHIT 

tbh i just got high like everyday lmao thats all. iwanted also ate good 

best LMFAO the lucky charms and yogurt bowls iconic but tbh after smoking everyday i rememberd how shit it made me feel after tbh like i got over it 

music was good tho like schoolboy q vince iconiquee..

then went to to shoutout again to p and akari big big shout out to akari

but yo it felt so weird like ifk every one just seemed so growin and in relationships and boring like i had a big reality check asking myself like damn these are my friends? arent i meant for more?

i mean i love my friends but everything just felt  so basic and boring i kinda just realized im too muuch for everyone i guess either that or my head is way up my ass 

idk man but i still appreciate them i just dont feel inspired by them

i guess i forgot how to be social a bit 

sd was a fucking weirdo i dont even want to mention her she was justfucking weird and annoying i ghosted her and cut her ass off in a secnd with no hesitation LMFAOO 

i love how ill cut a bitch off in a second like i honestly dont care fuck all yall 

to was cool again but honestly everyone was working my ig got deleted over some bullshit and i didnt rlly care to see anyone actually all i wanted to do was leave again 

oh yeah the ig thing was annoying but whatever it was for the best

i curved that indo and jah bitch so fast lMFAO like so much randoms wanted to chill w me for what like uh no ? lmao ?

and that dumb bitch sd rlly tried to get that j bitch to reach out like u rlly think im trash and stupid bitch like u huh

even aka too like are u dumb why would even suggest a dirty yt to me are u out ur mind

so glad im not obsessive into relationships like all yall got mental illness but not me HEEHEE at least not like yall lmao 

but i got to look back trillium park and for york.. relive my past and see how much i growed and changed 

a good moment to prove to myself that i really made it 

tip top tailors my ass we way past that 

ONLY was is UP

but yeah it was okay i just enjoyed being in the grimy city kinda cold eating getting high

still pissed about my mf doom record but oh well my fault 

felt nice to be in the city and not be broke lmao 

but yeah over that shit never again canada is not for me i decided 

was happy to leave that bitch lmao

oh the little y2kesque moments i had were nice tho like eating chinese food high watching scary movie in some randoms musty basement w a big ass real traffic light? (fuck was that) the vibes scarbs like honestly loved that honestly i just went back to TO to relive my weird childhood wants lmao

but iconic halloween w nadine loved the drugs and rave

got a tattoo wat else is new lmao

mm yeah i think nov and december wasn othing jsut glad to be back but now im back to not knowing what i want to do with my life and chaning jobs blah blah finding purpose work get money

and yeah. i think thats about it happy fucking new year i wrote so much my browser is getting slow this year was long as hell i actually spent most of it waiting to be over it was emotionally stressful so many times but i fucking SURVIVED BITCH grateful for it  all im glad i learned a lot and grew a lot im happy where im at and that i got the fuck out that was the biggest blessing of all but yeah still have a long way to more and way more to accomplish n create and ITS FINALLY 2022 so if i dont fall in love this year im raising all hell istg