#(and that freedom comes through love btw.

[kafkaesquefemme]

My personal favorite part of this piece

embarrassment has good bones

[studioeisa]

hey! i was wondering whether u could write one for this

https://www.tumblr.com/svtsofthours/768410973781524480/mingyu-zoned-out-you-leans-in-and-kisses-him?source=share

just like do not disturb.. 💕 (loved it btw)

💋 none the wiser (mingyu x reader)

★ footnotes: major shoutout to @svtsofthours for being so chill about me using their posts as prompts lol! mingyu soft hours are perpetually open, i fear. listened to kiss me by sixpence none the richer the entire time. word count: 830~

It's a Wednesday, and the only thing on Mingyu's mind is where the two of you should go this evening.

Very rarely does he have a day off like this. He can count on one hand the amount of times that practice has been canceled, that a schedule has been postponed. As it is, the stars have aligned to give him this free afternoon.

And who else would he want to spend it with but you?

The sudden freedom has thrown him off-kilter, though, leaving him fumbling for plans. Mingyu reveled in being the date-planner. In getting to smirkingly tell you I got this, baby every time the two of you were supposed to head out.

He's never learned to work with spontaneity, and so he spends half of his time agonizing.

The two of you are lounging in your apartment as Mingyu swears to figure it out. You're sprawled out on the couch, doing one thing or the other, while your legs rest in Mingyu's lap. He's absentmindedly rubbing your ankles with one hand while the other clutches his phone, scrolling through Klook articles of last-minute date ideas.

"Is it cold enough to go ice skating?" he mumbles, his eyebrows drawn together with laser-sharp focus. It's a rhetorical question, really, because before you can answer, he's already grumbling, "No, no, you're too clumsy for that."

"Hey," you protest.

Mingyu gives your ankle an affectionate pat, but keeps on reading.

There's so many things to do. And so little time. When tomorrow comes, he'll be swept back into his busy day-to-day. The two of you might not see each other for another week or so, and the mere thought of it already has his fingers tightening ever so slightly around you.

Mingyu has never particularly thought himself to be a selfish person. He shares almost everything with his members; he'll give what he can to his fans.

You make him greedy. For affection, for attention, for time.

"I can try to get us a reservation at Via Toledo," he muses.

"Too expensive," you whine.

"If it's for you? Never."

"Mingyu."

"Fine, fine."

He scrolls some more. Clicks on to an entirely different article altogether. He doesn't know why he's stressing over this so badly. He knows you, knows you'll be happy with whatever reasonable thing he offers.

He just can't help it. He wants so, so badly to be good for you, to be good to you.

"How about Lotte World?" he tries.

You look up from your own phone with a considering expression, though it's a bit more on the wary side. "Won't there be too many people?" you ask, ever the careful one.

"I can just rent it out for—"

"Baby!"

"Alriiiight."

Mingyu's pouting now, but you're immune to his little displays of petulance and his attempts at grand gestures. You go back to whatever you were reading with a bemused shake of your head.

He tries to focus on the nth Top Seoul Date Places blog post, but his mind has practically turned to mush at this point. He doesn't realize that his eyes are unfocused or that he's barely registering the words on his phone. His head has quite literally emptied out, all of his ideas making no sense. All Mingyu really wants is—

Oh.

He hadn't even noticed you shifting, hadn't picked up on you leaning forward. When your lips press a gentle, sweet kiss to his forehead, he's dragged back down to earth.

Mingyu blinks once, then twice. He looks to you, starry-eyed and smitten.

"What was that for?" he asks, sounding far too dazed for someone who has already received dozens, hundreds of your kisses.

"No reason," you answer. Your rest a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "We don't have to go anywhere, you know."

"We don't?"

"We don't."

"But—"

His protest is cut off by you darting forward to leave another kiss, this time on the corner of his mouth.

"This is enough," you tell him, and the sincerity in your tone is enough to leave him breathless.

And that was it, wasn't it? Mingyu had agonized, Mingyu had zoned out, Mingyu had fallen into near-panic, even, because he had wanted to make himself worth your time. He had wanted to give you the world. Something, anything to show you just how much he adored you.

But he supposes you're right.

"This is enough," he echoes quietly.

You get up from the couch to grab your laptop, announcing that the two of you are going to have a movie marathon. To give Mingyu something to do, you assign him the all-important task of ordering takeout. He rolls his eyes playfully but does as you ask, because you're the light of his life and he will order you the pizza you want if it's the last thing he does.

It's a Wednesday. Mingyu loves you, still.

svtsofthours post ->

Mingyu: [zoned out] You: [leans in and kisses him on the forehead] Mingyu: [blinks and smiles at you with stars in his eyes]

[freyaphoria]

hey luv!! not sure how much are you into 'spanking' but, I was wondering if you would make a reaction of Yan!Matz, Seonghwa catching you escape while Hj is not at home so Hwa spanks you/punishes you?👉👈

I know that Hwa would probably tell Hj but I would really like to see how Seonghwa would punish her😭

(btw i'm in love with ur stories, keep going and take some time to rest🖤)

a/n: When you sent me this request at night, I screamed and started writing at 4 a.m. This request may have opened up my writer's block thank you soooo much♡

Dark Side (partI)

tw: spanking, restriction with ropes, dragging, failed escape attempt, yandere!Seonghwa, hair pulling, kinda force feeding, hurt-comfort, punishment and aftercare, crying

wc: 3.7k

taglist: @aim-blossom @bambisd0ll @oddracha @peqchplvto

part 2 ->

Your hands trembled uncontrollably as you grasped the handle of the back door, your heart pounding with a mixture of fear and anticipation. How could they have been so careless as to leave it unlocked? The realization dawned on you as the cold air rushed in, caressing your face with its crisp touch. You stood there, frozen in disbelief, as the door swung open, revealing the vast expanse of the backyard and the towering pine trees that seemed to stretch endlessly into the horizon. This moment felt surreal, as if you were standing on the precipice of a new reality.

This was the first moment you found yourself so close to freedom. For the first time, you felt that escape was truly within reach, especially with Hongjoong away from the house. In a normal situation, you would have been settled on the couch watching TV while Seonghwa busied himself in the kitchen preparing dinner. But your mind was elsewhere, consumed by thoughts of escaping.

You thought about telling Seonghwa and escaping together. But what he told you yesterday showed that he was gradually deteriorating psychologically, that his admiration for Hongjoong had escalated to a concerning level, one that left you feeling uneasy about his willingness to escape alongside you. Convincing him to leave in that moment felt impossible. Maybe, in a few weeks, you could plant the seeds of doubt in his mind, but right now, it just wasn’t feasible. You simply could not let this opportunity slip away when it was right in front of you. When you came back with the police, you were going to save Seonghwa and put the evil in jail.

With each silent step towards the door, the possibility of freedom made your heart race even faster.Could you truly manage to escape? You had lost track of how long you had been trapped here, and you questioned your ability to readjust to the outside world after such a prolonged period of isolation. All these thoughts filled your veins with more adrenaline, and you could hear your heart beating.

You found yourself standing at the threshold, that thin line separating captivity from liberty. Instinctively, you glanced back, scanning for any sign that Seonghwa might have noticed your absence. You imagined the scenario if he had caught you: his gentle voice calling out, "Angel, come here," followed by report to Hongjoong. But to your relief, there was no sign of him. You were alone, unobserved, with the path to freedom clear before you.

Your foot made contact with the small marble stone at the entrance of the garden, its cold surface sending a shiver through your body, it was a sensation both foreign and familiar. You started to walk quickly and felt that soft grass beneath your feet that you hadn't felt in weeks, maybe months. You moved quickly through the garden, the taste of freedom already filling your spirit. The ability to move without fear, without the looming threat of Hongjoong, was intoxicating. But there was something you missed: The kitchen window looked out onto the backyard.

When Seonghwa saw you speeding through the backyard, he muttered a curse under his breath and quickly left the kitchen. The back door hung wide open, a reminder that he had forgotten to close it when he stepped out earlier to tend to the flowers. Seonghwa was shocked to see you walking past the edge of the yard and heading towards the thick forest nearby. He knew he was in big trouble. The thought of Hongjoong returning home in this moment made his stomach drop; if he found both of you outside, he would kill both of you. Seonghwa knew he had to go after you. Hongjoong had told him to do whatever it took to keep you here while he was gone.

He didn't call out to you, thinking that if he called out to you, you would panic and start running faster. Instead, he ran towards you silently but quickly, his footsteps muffled by the soft grass beneath. Your heart raced in your chest, and your breaths came in quick bursts, anxiety coursing through your veins. In an instant, Seonghwa was upon you. He lunged forward, wrapping his arms around your waist, and with a forceful motion, he threw you down onto the soft grass. The air was knocked from your lungs as you hit the ground, and confusion set in.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?!" Seonghwa's voice was sharp and raw with emotion as he positioned himself over you, pinning your arms to the sides, using his body weight to keep you down. His eyes, normally warm and inviting, now showed both anger and distress, with his messy hair falling over his forehead from the effort of chasing you. The sudden aggression from the usually calm Seonghwa caught you off guard, causing you to instinctively lash out. Your legs flailed wildly as you attempted to kick him off, your mind momentarily confusing him with Hongjoong in your panicked state. "Are you out of your mind?! Did you think you could escape that easily?!" Seonghwa's grip tightened as he shouted, one of his hands released your arm, only to grasp your face roughly, his fingers digging into your cheeks. "Seonghwa, what are you doing?! You’re the one who’s out of your mind!" you cried out, struggling against his iron grip. "Let me go! Your voice grew higher with panic. Seonghwa, out of breath, kept holding you down and grew frustrated trying to make you understand the seriousness of the situation. Your pleas seemed to fall on deaf ears.

"Let you go?" he scoffed, his voice dripping with disbelief. "What do you mean by let you go?" His hand released your face, only to seize your arm once more as he began to forcibly drag you back towards the house. "Don't you understand? You belong to me just as much as you do to Hongjoong. Did you think I’d just let you escape from us?!”

His words hit you like a jolt. You had never witnessed this side of Seonghwa before—so unyielding and forceful—but amidst the chaos, fear for your safety was absent. You thought you still had time before Hongjoong arrived to learn your escape attempt and avoid the fallout, and that Seonghwa would save you from Hongjoong's ruthless punishment. But in that moment, you couldn't have been more wrong.

Your arm throbbed with pain as you struggled against Seonghwa's iron grip, his strength far beyond what you had imagined. "Seonghwa! Please, it hurts!" you cried out, your voice laced with desperation. As he forcefully dragged you across the ground, your clothes caught on the rough terrain, tearing and collecting smears of grass and dirt. "Shut up, you asked for this!" he barked back, his tone sharp and harsh, devoid of any hint of sympathy or concern, as if he were completely indifferent to your suffering.

The journey home was too quick, and you realized you couldn’t get very far. As soon as you reached home, he threw you to the ground, knocking the air out of your lungs. Seonghwa then slammed the door with a force that echoed through the house. You winced, rubbing your sore arm from his tight grip. "I can't believe you," Seonghwa's voice cut through the air, harsh and devoid of its usual warmth. It was as if the gentle Seonghwa you knew had vanished, replaced by a doppelganger channeling Hongjoong's ruthlessness. "I thought I could trust you. I thought I didn't need to watch you 24/7." He closed the distance between you and knelt down, his hand gripping your hair, pulling your head up to meet his gaze. "But I was wrong," he said, his voice heavy with rage. Fear crept into your spine as he hovered over you, in this moment, he seemed even more terrifying than Hongjoong. While Hongjoong's actions were often predictable in their cruelty, Seonghwa now resembled a ticking time bomb, leaving you uncertain of when or how he might explode.

"Seonghwa, why are you so angry—" you began, but he cut you off. “You ran,” he said, tightening his grip on your hair until it became painful. You squirmed, desperate for the agony to cease. “I'm sorry!” you cried out, your hands fumbling to loosen his grip. “I didn’t ask if you were fucking sorry,” he retorted, his tone deeper, more menacing than you had ever heard. Fear began to course through your veins, your heart pounding wildly in your chest.

Seonghwa was thinking about what he would do to you; he stared at you with a stern expression, his mind racing with worries about what could happen next. If he told Hongjoong about your attempt to escape, he would face serious consequences, especially since the escape happened because of his own mistake. He might even risk damaging his relationship with Hongjoong. After a moment of thought, Seonghwa decided it was best to deal with the situation on his own and not inform Hongjoong.

His jaw tightened as he watched you tremble more and more with fear. "Get up," he commanded, finally releasing his grip on your hair. "Hwa-" you started to protest, but he cut you off sharply. "Get up and go to the basement." Your eyes widened in disbelief and fear. The basement? Seonghwa had never before demanded such a thing from you. "What are you saying-" you stammered, only to be interrupted once more. "If you want to keep this from reaching Hongjoong, you'll go to the basement. Now!" he snapped, urgency dripping from his words.

You began a slow, hesitant walk towards the stairs, but Seonghwa's patience had evidently worn thin; he forcefully shoved you down, your feet stumbling to maintain balance as he flung open the heavy metal door. The chill of the basement air hit you like a wall, and the darkness felt heavy.

You dared not speak; his demeanor had changed to someone frightening and dominant, similar to Hongjoong when he's stern. Seonghwa closed the door behind you, the sound echoing loudly, and then grabbed your arm, pulling you toward an old couch in the dimly lit room. With Hongjoong still hours away from returning home, you realized how vulnerable you were. Seonghwa had the power to do whatever he wanted with you during this time, without anyone to stop him or even make a peep about it, sent a shiver down your spine. The basement suddenly felt more stifling than ever, closing in around you as you faced the unknown intentions of this new, frightening version of Seonghwa.

He settled into the couch, an aura of dominance radiating from him. Just as you were about to ask him what he was going to do, he yanked you onto his lap, positioning you face down with his knees pressing into your stomach. "Seonghwa! What the hell do you think you’re doing?" Panic filled your voice, but he was unfazed. In a swift motion, he tore off your already tattered shorts, fabric ripping as though it were paper. The moment you opened your mouth to protest further, he silenced you by crumpling your shorts and stuffing part of them into your mouth. You were taken aback, the fabric blocking your protest. Your hands instinctively went to remove the makeshift gag, but before you could, he seized both of your arms and bound them tightly behind your back with a rope you couldn’t even begin to fathom where he had found it. Now, you found yourself in a vulnerable position—sitting on his lap, face down, your backside fully exposed while your shorts muffled any cries for help. With your arms securely tied, you could do nothing but wait in confusion and dread for whatever he had planned next. The rush of blood to your cheeks was overwhelming as you squirmed, trying to regain some semblance of control, but he had you pinned, and the ropes tightened with every movement you made.

“Let’s get this over with before Hongjoong shows up,” he murmured with a hint of urgency, “I can’t have him finding out it was my fault the door was left open.” With that, he grasped the sides of your panties, adjusting them with a deliberate slowness that sent shivers down your spine, fully revealing your exposed skin. You wriggled slightly, desperation creeping in, but his grip was unyielding, and he quickly absorbed your resistance. His warm hand glided across your backside, gently at first, before suddenly delivering a sharp slap that echoed off the walls of the room. A muffled scream escaped your mouth as the pain shot through you—both a shock and a burn that lingered. He began to rub the spot he had just slapped, the gentle caress contrasting harshly with the sting. Each time you attempted to shift away, he would pull you back down into position, maintaining control over you.

“Hongjoong won't know about your little escape attempt or that I’m punishing you. Do you understand?" His words were firm, filled with a mix of warning and authority. The heat of embarrassment surged up your neck and across your face as you tried to understand what was happening. It was all too much. When the next slap landed, intensifying the throbbing pain in your ass cheek, you flinched involuntarily, mixing fear and humiliation. “Understood?” he repeated, his tone leaving no room for argument. You nodded frantically. “Good girl. Now be a good little girl and accept your punishment.” Each blow that followed wasn’t just a physical hit but a toll on your spirit, the redness spreading across your skin becoming unbearable as tears threatened to spill.

"How many steps did you take outside? Fifteen? Twenty?" His grip didn’t loosen as he began to cup and rub your sore skin, contrasting sharply with the pain he had just caused. When he finally removed the fabric from your mouth, you coughed and struggled to catch your breath. His hands were soon back on your skin, delivering another loud slap, the echo causing your heart to race. “I asked you a question!” The authority mixed with anger in his voice had you trembling; you felt completely vulnerable and utterly at his mercy. “I-I don’t know!” you stammered, desperation clawing at your insides as the pain continued to radiate. “Give me a number or I’ll treat you as if you took a hundred steps and punish you accordingly.”

It all clicked into focus—he intended to deliver a spanking for every step you confessed to taking outside. Panic washed over you as you scrambled for a response, understanding that each number corresponded to another blow. “Maybe… eight? Nine? Hwa, I’m so sorry! I promise it won’t happen again!” You winced as another strike landed hard, pain surging through your entire body. A shrill scream burst from your lips, tears streaming down your face as you felt utterly broken. “You can’t even make it to the basement door in eight steps! You definitely took at least twenty.” The realization of how many more strikes you would have to endure set in, fear gripping you tightly. “Seonghwa, please! It hurts!” You could feel the ropes digging into your wrists as you writhed in discomfort, helpless under his control. “Count!” His voice was steady but filled with a tone that no longer held any traces of affection. There was now a different Seonghwa standing before you, far removed from the person you once knew. The Seonghwa that Hongjoong had molded through his rigorous training and relentless expectations had emerged, bearing the marks of his newfound identity. Park Seonghwa, with his warmth and kindness, was a ghost of the past, replaced entirely by Kim Seonghwa, terrifying and merciless, with traces of Hongjoong in his personality.

"I'll take it as four so far. Count from here. But if you miss, you start over."

You were lying down with a cold compress pressed against your swollen eyes, a result of the tears that had flowed so freely just moments before. Your eyes were puffy and red, and the ice was meant to numb the sting and reduce the swelling and since you couldn’t sit down, you were lying down and eating the fruits that Seonghwa had prepared for you to comfort you and apologize in his own way, which he forced into your mouth even though you shook your head as no. Your favorite show flickered on the TV screen, providing a backdrop to the tense atmosphere. Your head rested in Seonghwa's lap, his hands multitasking - one soothingly rubbing your back while the other continued to offer forkfuls of juicy peach to your lips. The silence between you was palpable; you hadn't uttered a word since the punishment, your last spoken syllable being the final count of "twenty."

There was about an hour until Hongjoong arrived and in that hour, you both had to put everything back to how it was and act like nothing had happened. You could find an excuse for crying, but you didn't know what excuse to come up with for not being able to sit at the dinner table. After Seonghwa finished shoving the last remaining slice of peach in your mouth, the taste still lingering, he tenderly caressed your hair, leaning down to plant a gentle kiss on your head. “I need to get back to making dinner before he arrives. Can you manage to stay by yourself for a bit?” You didn’t respond; silence enveloped the space between you, your gaze fixed on the TV screen, your mind hardly registering anything at all. The sharp, burning sensation in your lower body remained, a reminder of everything.

"Angel, please say something. You're making me worry," Seonghwa said, his voice filled with concern. You looked at him and saw his worried eyes and guilt. You reminded yourself that Seonghwa was just following orders and his feelings were shaped by manipulation. He was just doing his job and wasn’t to blame for this situation; he was a victim of Hongjoong's manipulation too. You knew running away would lead to punishment, and you had indeed been punished harshly. Your feelings towards Seonghwa were complicated; you weren’t really angry with him, more so upset by the dynamics that had forced you both into this situation. Yet, the tension was thick in the air. If only he had chosen to overlook your escape, perhaps downplaying it with a simple warning 'not to do it again'. However, that wasn’t Seonghwa’s way. His sense of duty drove him to enforce the rules. The thought of what Hongjoong might do if he discovered your escape hung over you like a dark cloud. Past punishments had left scars—physical and emotional—and the fear of more severe consequences loomed large over you.

“Seonghwa?” you finally broke the silence, your gaze still intensely focused on him. “You won’t tell Hongjoong, right?” Fear crept into your voice as the thought of another punishment sent chills through your spine. Your body was still recovering, aching from the last punishment, and the thought of enduring more pain was unbearable. "As long as you don't make it obvious, I won't have to tell him," Seonghwa assured you. You understood the implication - if Hongjoong sensed anything amiss, there would be no stopping him from digging deeper, and Seonghwa, unable to bear the weight of it all, would be compelled to share everything that had happened. You found yourself desperate to maintain a façade, aware that any hint of suspicion could unravel everything. Despite the persistent pain, you knew you had to summon the strength to act as though nothing was amiss - to sit through dinner and participate in whatever activities Hongjoong might propose afterward.

Seonghwa gently took your hands, examining your wrists and massaging them softly. "There are no visible marks here," he observed, placing a kiss on each wrist before carefully returning them to your sides. "You should rest now. If dinner isn't ready when he arrives, he'll grow suspicious." With careful precision, he lifted your head from his lap, placing a pillow beneath it before kissing your forehead once more. “If you need anything at all, just call out, and I’ll be right there,” he promised, his tone filled with a warmth that contrasted sharply with the icy fear that gripped your heart. If only Hongjoong could show just a fraction of that care. Even when he punished you, if he could take the time to heal the wounds he inflicted and offer a shred of comfort, perhaps you wouldn’t harbor such deep-seated resentment towards him.

This was the first time you saw Seonghwa’s dark side and the first time you witnessed Seonghwa's darker nature, and it filled you with a deep sense of fear that you had never felt before. Up until this moment, you had held onto the belief that he might be an ally in your desperate situation, someone who could empathize with you. After all, Seonghwa himself had been a victim of that crazy bastard, just like you. You once thought that if a chance arose for escape, he would be the person to help you, or at the very least, he would choose to ignore your attempts to flee. However, that hopeful perspective began to shatter before your eyes.When he caught you trying to escape and forcefully pulled you back into the house, you still clung to the flicker of hope that perhaps he would guide you to safety. Maybe he would suggest taking the front entrance. But after telling you to go to the basement and punishing you for almost an hour - because you forgot what number you were at halfway through and started over - you realized that Seonghwa was actually just like Hongjoong, only more merciful. And as your idea of running away with him was completely ruined. The realization that you had to tread carefully around Seonghwa was a harsh lesson learned, leaving you feeling more trapped than ever in this nightmarish reality.

Part 2 ->

[fallstaticexit]

A reimagined story of Princess Cordelia Thebe of the Royal House Thebe OR - A thrill seeking, love obsessed princess inadvertently leads 3 pirate lovers to their death at the hands of a mysterious, vampire bounty hunter AND they kith.

The End- previous | beginning

Author's Note: Fought demons not to make this a long ass series lol Last thing I need is another project but this side quest helped me practice lighting which has always been my archnemesis.

Sim Dump: DOWNLOAD Please enjoy these 3 idiots RIP 😭 They come with any outfits that was shown in the story, every other category is just a copy of 1 of the outfits. Sorry they're all clumped together- sometimes it hard to save sims lately in my game. (Rodrigo’s beard is from Life and Death EP btw)

[Cordelia] Would you do anything for me, darling? [Roger] Yes, anything. I would kneel for you. I would die for you. [Cordelia] Oh my. How chivalrous. I want you to show us. [Roger] Us? [Roger] W-WHAT IS THIS? WHO ARE YOU? WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING! W- [Celeste] tsks You picked a mouthy one again. I’ll make it quick. [Celeste] Look away, my love. [Cordelia] No. No, I think I would like to watch this time. [Roger] WAIT! No...no! WAIT! Wait-

Princess Cordelia: Dear Bob, my beloved butler. My dearest friend. I have fallen in love. I know over the years that you have witness my ongoing struggles, my weak efforts to find freedom and passion, but this time, I genuinely feel liberated. The smell of the sea is sharp. The sun glows on my skin. My feet sink in warm, white sand. There are more shells on the shore than I can count. And Celeste... oh, Celeste. She has shown me her world through her eyes and it is beautiful. I am in love, dear friend. With the sea, with freedom, with her. Take care, Bob. With great love, Cordelia Thebe of the Royal House Thebe.

[Harold] Has there been any update on Cordelia's whereabouts? [Bob] I apologize, Your Majesty. Unfortunately, there are no new leads at the moment. Rest assured, we will ensure the princess returns home safely. [Harold] sighs You have always taken great care of my daughter. Thank you, Bob. [Bob] Yes, sir. Of course.

[bouquetface]

Synastry Observations 10

Accuracy is influenced by ENTIRE chart.

Sun opposite Saturn

The negative: Sun person may find Saturn person’s attitude to be limiting and negative. Sun may think Saturn is at times controlling.

Saturn may find Sun to be arrogant as Sun may refuse to listen to Saturn on certain things.

This can cause the two feel stuck in the connection. They can progress in life without clashing with one another.

The positive: The two can learn from one another. If accompanied by positive synastry, this can indicate small bumps in the road. If the relationship is professional or not very close, this aspect may rarely be felt.

Sun conjunct Pluto

If negative, Sun may feel Pluto is forceful trying to control and change them. This can lead to clashing and power struggles.

If positive, Pluto can be a trigger for Sun to evolve.

Usually, this synastry can indicate a difference in power and status between two people. One may have the power to change the other’s life in some way.

Mars trine Venus

This indicates attraction - physical and/or personality. You may simply mesh well. You easily get into the flow with one another. A lot is simply understood btw you two.

The potential negative Venus person may feel Mars is sometimes insensitive, impatient or impulsive. Mars can learn to be more gentle through Venus. And Venus can feel motivated to take initiative in the connection.

Sun sextile Neptune 

Sun may admire Neptune - depending on the entire chart, this can be admiration for Neptune’s sensitivity, creativity or intrigued by Neptune’s mystery.

This is usually a subtle and soft synastry energy. There can often be a quiet harmony in one another’s presence. 

Venus trine Venus

You enjoy one another’s presence. You may have a lot in common. You may value similar things. You may easily understand one another’s needs to feel loved and supported. 

This is very positive synastry as it indicates mutual consideration and like (or love) for one another. It can help overcome problems encountered in the connection.

Venus square Jupiter

This can indicate a different in culture, background or mindset. As a result, you may think differently when it comes to matters such as  finances or religious views.

At worst, this can show an insincere connection. One may have ulterior motives. One can simply desire some form of pleasure - ex: relationship out of boredom, relationship for physical intimacy, knowing you don’t want a future with this person.

Venus trine Uranus

Venus aspect Uranus can indicate the meeting was significant. You may have had a strong reaction to other other - instant attraction. The person can stay at the back of your mind after meeting. Most likely Venus is intrigued but it could be Uranus too.

Venus square Neptune

This can be difficult. It can indicate a disappointing or insincere connection. Ex: No mutual attraction, one acts as a muse to the other, one loses a bit of interest after getting the other.

Neptune could feel Venus lacks interest in their creative pursuits. 

Venus could find Neptune’s behaviour confusing at some point. 

Jupiter trine Pluto

You can be very good friends. You may share a lot of memorable adventures and experiences. You contribute to one another’s growth and life path.

Pluto can benefit from Jupiter’s optimism and world view. It can allow Pluto the freedom and/or grounding to evolve.

Saturn sextile Mercury

This can make you two good at problem solving. Saturn can ground Mercury’s ideas but if negative Saturn can repress Mercury’s ideas.

Mercury may be able to verbalize Saturn’s situations which can make Saturn feel understood.

Neptune Opposite Jupiter

Be cautious of making promises you can’t keep. It can be fun to imagine a future together but there can be something fleeting about your time together. The entire chart can influence this.

[revelboo]

You really write really good stories ✨👌.although I'm already quite addicted to it lol, I literally go offline for 3 days for work and when I come back to read in 10 minutes I've already read everything🫠. btw the "everything will be okay" plot is really good and I'm WILD with Earthspark stories (it became my favorite series and there are almost no Earthspark stories🤧)

I’m just having fun writing my nonsense

Give Up/Give In Pt 13

TF Earthspark Megatron x Reader

• They’re trying to help. He knows it. Appreciates it. Even if he wants to growl. Just wanting a peaceful meal with you, a chance to sit and talk alone. Not realizing Dorothy and the kids would try to help. Alex had cooked for him, and Hashtag and Twitch had found an enormous plaid blanket to spread out under the tree in the yard. Jawbreaker and the others had found old holiday decorations and bit of broken glass and strung them up in the branches so the sun dapples the grass and blanket in a kaleidoscope of blues and greens. As much as he appreciates the effort, none of it was by his hand for you and it bothers him. You, though? You’re smiling as you tip your head back to look at the tree. “Is this alright?” He asks.

• “It’s gorgeous.” And it is, the kids working to help Megatron spreading warm through you. Even if you’d heard Hashtag whisper something about ‘Team Romance’ to Twitch. The two seeming to not understand that you’re a human and Megatron is, well, Megatron. Completely incompatible, but it is sweet. “I love it.” Easing down on the blanket, you watch Megatron lower himself across from you, still towering over you as he leans his arms on his knees.

• Nudging the tiny basket of food closer to you, he reaches for an energon cube while you make a plate. Wishes he could mass shift, but it’s too risky with Starscream and the other Seekers at large. Can’t leave himself and you vulnerable. “What else do you love?” Your little face tips up, expressive face surprised by the question and he likes that you’re so easy to read, that he doesn’t have to wonder about your motives. “Tell me,” he adds gently, trying to not demand, but he wants to know everything about you. Who you are. What you like.

• Shoulders lifting in a shrug, you push your food around on your plate. “Not much to tell. Honestly, I just work and go home. Pretty boring.” And sad now that you think about it. No real personal life. A job you don’t care for, but can’t quit because there’s so few prospects in a small town. Too scared to try for a bigger city, so you’d gotten stuck. Still are.

• Venting, he reaches to tip your chin up. Making you meet his optics. “What do you like to do? What dreams keep you going?” He asks, voice taking on a wistful edge. Because dreams seldom go the way planned. His dreams of a better world, of freedom had led to a war that had ravaged his home. Reaching up to touch his servo, you offer him a smile.

• “I played violin as a kid. Wasn’t great at it, but I had fun,” you admit, eyes closing. “I used to dream I could be great. That I could play and people would care.” It sounds so silly. You hadn’t wanted to be rich or famous, just wanted to play well enough the music would make people feel something real. “I doubt i even remember how to play anymore.” Laughing softly, you gently push his servo away.

• “You’ll play for me.” It’s not a request, it’s a demand, but you still smile for him. Wants to hear you play, to lose yourself in something that makes you happy. Desperately wants to see you happy and relaxed. Spark warming when you tell him okay. And you take turns sharing things. He sketches out the war and his mistakes in the broadest strokes he can, not wanting you to know just how awful he is. But needing you to know that side of him is there. Listens to you talk about your family in return, offering him little glimpses of who you are. It’s dark by the time he remembers his deal. That he’d promised to take you home. That home isn’t with him.

• “Are you ready to go?” Heart speeding as he plants a palm on the ground and stands, you want to say no. To ask to stay. To take up even more of his time, all of it he’ll allow. You like talking to him, listening to that rumbling voice. Like the warmth of his big servos when he touches your arm or cheek. Like him. But know this can’t go anywhere, that eventually he’ll get tired of your clinging, so you make yourself nod and smile like you’re okay when you’re not.

• Transforming and dropping his ramp, he can feel you walk inside his alt mode. A little hand brushing a wall as you look around his cargo hold and he feels when you hesitate. Making him remember that he’s not had time to clean up, that your blood is still there. “It’s alright,” he says softly, closing his ramp. “You’re safe here.” And you move through him lingering just inside the cockpit while he waits on you to find somewhere to settle. “Sit anywhere.”

• “Sorry,” you murmur, slipping into one of the pilot seats. Because it’s still weird that he’s this giant aircraft now and that you can just walk around inside him. Can he see you or is he just feeling you moving around? Isn’t that weird to him? Sinking into the seat, you look at all the dials and controls and feel a momentary twist of the surreal. Because this is still Megatron. Different, but still him. When the rotors start up, you touch the harness wondering if you need to strap in.

• “You’re shaking, little one.” He can feel you trembling as your little fingers ghost over his harness, touching the yoke when he shifts it. Nervous and wide eyed. “Are you sure this is what you want?” To go home instead of staying with him? Safe where he can watch over you? And your fingers grip his harness. Hates that you’re so frightened right now, because this isn’t a threat he can destroy or attack.

• No. It’s not what you want at all. Frozen, you want to be greedy. To not go back to the real world. To steal a little more time. Listen to him and ask him questions, because what you’ve seen so far doesn’t mesh up with the stories you’ve heard. He’s not a monster, not cruel or vicious. He’s gentler than you’d expected. “I want to stay,” you whisper, the words so soft there’s no way he can hear them over the sound of his rotors, but they slow and stop. Hear him rumble around you. “I want to stay with you.”

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Constructicons: Some assembly required. Can I just ride around in Scavenger’s scoop?

[lohotine]

Hiii can i please request a yandere elder farie where reader escapes and she gets far but not far enough from the farie kingdom and she’s try’s to make it out of the farie forest.

I swear I almost say butterfly kingdom every time 😭 please and thank you

AN: Alright, bet. Btw time is set to before beast yeast arc but after white lily leaves for the banquet

Yan! Elder Faerie x Reader

Oneshot

Warnings: Yandere, slight guilt tripping

-Snared Lily-

At last, you have finally attained freedom.

Leaves ruslte as you tussle through the forest. It's dark aside from the feint light of the moon. For the first time in a long time, all is silent. There are no birds calling, and there is no wind. The only thing you can hear are your own steps, echoing emptily through the dark forest.

He, who you dare not name, is nowhere to be seen.

After such a long time of being stuck in a cage, you may now flourish among the rest.

"Ah, there you are my little fae," said a voice from behind you.

You began to run just a bit faster, feeling your freedom the closest it's ever been since he began isolating you.

Today may finally be joyous.

You froze, feeling your heart beat just a bit faster.

"You worried me so much when you just disappeared like that! I looked everywhere for you, dearest." He grabbed your wrist and spun you around so you were facing him.

Elder Faerie's eyes were soft, just as his voice was, but you could tell he wasn't pleased. Behind those serene eyes was a glint of silent fury.

Instinctively, you pulled away from him. Your foot landed onto the ground behind you, the leaves rustling with the abrupt landing.

"Why do you run, little fae, when all I do is to protect you?" His hands geaped around yours and he pulled you close to him.

So, is this it? You're just going to go back with him and leave behind your freedom?

"No no no no no! Let me go!" You struggled against his grasp, yet to no avail. You fighting against him was quite pathetic and insignificant.

Elder Faerie was unmoving, and he let out a small sigh. "Come on my love, there are many dangers in the nighttime forest. Let's return to the kingdom."

"No! I'm not going back!" You shouted, still attempting to escape him.

Then, he'd look to with a peculiar look in his eyes. They seemed quiet sullen, yet there was something dark about it.

"I can't let you leave, or you may wither away, just as she once did. I simply cannot allow another one that I hold dear to me to become harmed."

He'd gaze absent mindedly to the side.

"Even if you do not understand it now, know that everything I do is to keep you safe. So please, let me protect you." He tucked a stray strand of your hair behind your ear with gentle fingers and began to lead you back to the kingdom again.

You had almost tasted freedom. You could almost have been carried away by the wind, yet you were returning to that golden cage.

You understood it well; that if you were to leave just as she once did, it would ruin him.

He loved you very dearly, and though you hated to admit it, you also loved him deep down.

So here you were, now returning to become a snared Lily.

Nothing but a beautiful object that yearns to return to the soil.

[moonunirealm]

𐙚 ⋆ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ ɪ ᴍᴀɴɪꜰᴇꜱᴛᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀꜱᴛ ʏᴇᴀʀ

i sometimes don’t even notice when the things i want come into fruition but here are some things i noticed…

𐙚 ⋆ ᴍʏ ᴅɪᴘʟᴏᴍᴀ!

this time last year i felt so helpless, literally didn’t even know what i was going to do with my life but i graduated last semester with flying colors!

𐙚 ⋆ ᴀ ᴛʀɪᴘ ᴛᴏ ᴘᴜᴇʀᴛᴏ ʀɪᴄᴏ + ᴄᴏɴᴄᴇʀᴛꜱ

at the beginning of this month, i was doing my vision board and decided that i wanted to travel more so i put a beach with the puerto rican flag. a couple days later, my friend texted me saying she wanted to take me with her to puerto rico for the bad bunny concert, an album i didn’t even tell her i liked, btw. also, added concerts to my vision board since i love going to them and think i don’t go to them enough. including that bad bunny concert, i have 3 concerts im going to this year… and it’s only january lol

𐙚 ⋆ ᴛᴡᴏ ᴊᴏʙ ᴏᴘᴘᴏʀᴛᴜɴɪᴛɪᴇꜱ ʀɪɢʜᴛ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ɢʀᴀᴅᴜᴀᴛɪᴏɴ

by the end of last year, i’ve had a different mindset so these were easier to manifest but the title explains the gist, i wanted to work right after graduating and i got 2 office jobs that i actually like, surrounded by people who are nice, funny, and want to see me win.

first job, i interned there while in school and from the first day, i told my boss that i was going to work there. she didn’t believe me, the other interns said they’d like to work there as well but i knew the job was mine. my first day officially on the job, she was like you said this from the start, and i was like yupppp lol

second job, i went through the whole interview process with a company that didn’t know me from a can of paint. it was 4 rounds of interviews over like 2 weeks and throughout the whole process, i knew the job was mine. i wanted hints in the interviews that they liked me, and that’s exactly what i got.

𐙚 ⋆ ᴍᴏɴᴇʏʏʏ

ties in with the jobs, i wanted more money and just freedom to buy/get anything i want. i always have enough, money always comes easy to me, and i always get paid early from my jobs. literally in one of them, we’re supposed to get paid on thursdays, all my coworkers get paid on thursday but i get paid on tuesday nights.

𐙚 ⋆ ᴀ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱʜɪᴘ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍʏ ᴍᴏᴍ!

this one has been really important to me, before, me and my mom were close but i always felt there was something missing, on both ends. now, we’re closer than ever and are way more in sync. i love that we have inside jokes that get created effortlessly, she’s literally my bestfriend!

𐙚 ⋆ ᴄɪᴛɪᴢᴇɴꜱʜɪᴘ

with trump in office and being a resident, i didn’t feel safe enough with just being a permanent resident so an opportunity came to me on how i could get my citizenship and now im getting a us passport soon :)

𐙚 ⋆ ʀᴀɴᴅᴏᴍ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ

few small everyday things like a lotion i wanted, hygiene products i never told anyone i wanted, getting my food paid for without asking even by coworkers i barely know, a new phone, coping skills/more patience, etc. omg also, doesn’t need a whole section but i wanted to include things not messing up if i tell people my plans, i changed my mindset with that bc im a yapper, if im excited about something, i want to tell people and i hated that anxiety that comes with that mindset so now i can tell people anything that’s coming up that im excited about without it being “messed up”.

ib: @solanasreality (i loved their post omggg)

[kkpaaw]

The parallels between Jay's Arc rn and Nya's earlier In the series is truly something to behold

It would be so interesting if the writers had Nya and the Ninja unintentionally do to Jay what was done to her

What I mean is: Nya's Arc(I'm grossly oversimplifying here btw) In the beginning of the series was about her paving her own path and trying to deal with having little choice In the direction her destiny went. she had to give up her role as the samurai, something she chose to be on her own, to become the water ninja, something that was chosen for her. Then she had to deal with all that was season 6 having her choices essentially snatched from her

She wanted to be the one to choose how her life went. She was tired of others telling her how her life was going to go and not consult her In the slightest

That really parallels Jay's Arc in DR. As I've said before he's had very little choice in his life post merge. Under the control of the administration, while yes he did have some freedom to play video games, we saw just how strict and by the book that place is so we can presume that even with that freedom he still had tight rules he had to obey

Then he left for what he presumed to be freedom under Ras' command. But we all know that isn't true freedom. Jay was lied to, and manipulated to follow Ras' commands. Very strict commands cuz we know who Ras is. And then when he was no longer useful he was promptly tossed out

He finally thought he found some purpose only for that purpose to be snatched away, leaving him with nothing.

Now he's all on his own finally free from anyone's control and I imagine he's not very eager to listen to anyone anytime soon.

Hence why he's now gone Rogue.

Jay and Nya's Arcs are so similar to me message wise that I cannot see it as pure coincidence and I hope that it's used in an effective way

I wanna see Nya unintentionally being a hypocrite. I wanna see her so desperate to get Jay back that she doesn't even try to acknowledge who he is as of NOW In the matter. All she sees is her yin, her love who's lost and alone and needs help and she feels that being with them is the best choice so she makes that decision for him

And of course being with them is better than him being on his own. Thats his family! I know this, you know this but JAY doesn't know this nor does he care right now. And that's the point of view we have to consider cuz through it all Jay's the victim here. He's the one who forgotten everything and is trying to discover his place In the world after being controlled twice now.

All he sees is some random lady that he kinda hates and her friends insisting over and over that he come with them and to go with them. That's where his home is, screw anything else. All he sees is the same shit being spouted to him that Ras prolly did and i imagine it would be infuriating

Tbh They kind of have already started going down that route with having Nya insist that Jay belongs with them. While that is true as I said she doesn't really stop to consider Jay's feelings on the matter even if u can't really blame her

In all likely the Jay she knew would absolutely approve of what she's doing, cuz he would do the same, but that Jay isn't here rn and she's not really considering that. None of the ninja are considering that

They plan on chasing Jay down to get him to come home with them, not really considering(or ignoring) the fact that Jay wants nothing to do with them

They r ignoring his feelings for the sake of trying to get back the Jay THEY know with little consideration with what the Jay of NOW wants

They don't consider the very real potential reality that Jay may never get his memories back, that he may never be the same again cuz they don't want to consider that potential reality

Cuz how would they handle Jay then? Would they accept him as who he is? Or will they continue to search for the Jay they lost, not really caring to know the Jay that is here?

I wanna see that conflict happen, I wanan see Nya being that hypocrite. (albeit unintentionally and trying to help of course) i wanna see her be that pushy and disregarding Jay's feelings cuz she thinks that she knows better. And I want the reality that she hasn't really cared about the Jay of the current to smack her In the face, to smack them all In the face and face that reality perhaps from a new ally of Jay's(me including my huge copium) who doesn't care about his past and just sees him for who he is now

I want Nya to realize how she had been treating Jay this whole time and realize that she messed up. That in her desperation to get her love back, that she had been ignoring Jay's feelings, ignoring his words and trying to decide his life for him, without considering HIM at all, the same thing that had been done to her all those years ago

I'm rambling just to ramble cuz why is this post so long omfg

[elysian-33]

If HFTH was to become a live action series how would cis het producers ruin it?

Disclaimer: I need to make clear: I am against everything I’ve listed below. These are NOT my wants and desires for what a live action Hallowoods could look like. I am poking fun at typical ways producers change and screw up a live action adaptation by making changes that weren’t needed or asked for.

Read at your own risk. This list of “ideas” is very cursed

Diggory and Percy Romance? Nah, Diggory and Riot romance with a message about not judging someone on how they look.

There will be a argumentative scene in Season 2 where Valerie tells Riot their relationship is wrong (as Diggory is made of her dead friends) and Riot will stand up for herself. This scene will be portrayed as an “empowering women moment”.

But what of Percy? His character will be fused with Al. A young ghost boy on the run from his evil father Solomon.

Clara Martin’s now’s Riot’s childhood friend from before the rains (even though that doesn’t make sense). Her adventures at Downing Hill will come in a spin off series

Olivier barely gets any lines, and is more of a silent merciless villain who works for Solomon for no given reason. Olivier changes sides randomly at the end of S1, going from puppy-kicking villain to silent anti-hero in a blink of an eye. The protagonists barely question this and there is no redemption arc

Solomon’s homo-trans-misogy-phobia is replaced with ableism. He goes to Irene to “”“fix””” Percy’s disabilities and they turn Percy into a ghost to do so. The show presents this as a good thing as it “””frees””” Percy from his “””broken””” body, but the evil witch Irene curses Solomon and turns him evil which is how he becomes the Instrumentalist.

Walter Pensive is played by Jack Black

The show doesn’t get enough time to feature all the characters so the Polly, Yaretzi, and Mort S1 plot line get cut.

But Mort would be good for merchandise so instead they make up a Fort Freedom B-plot for S1, where the Resting Place gang is imprisoned by FF. Mort replaces Ricou and meets Nolan who agrees to help Mort’s people. Buck would join there cause to escape his bully: the mean military Sargent, Rick Rounds.

By the end of the conflict, Rick Rounds will be blamed for the imprisonment of the Resting Place gang and FF gets a new leader: the fair and kind Kellyanne Wicker.

No one questions Nolan’s invisibility and somehow his face is the only part of him that isn’t invisible bc they’ve got to be able to show off the semi-popular actor who plays him. 

There are the vaguest hints/suggestions that Nolan and Buck might be interested in each other in this B-plot, but it will never be developed.

One of the Mendies’ name is just incorrect, like Huntery Waites, and it never gets corrected

Diggory is the shows only trans rep, as they are now a male who is made of different females. The producers know jack shit about Diggory’s past selves, and have Diggory played by a white cis man.

Season 1 would end with the debut of Lady Ethel Mallory, Valerie, and BotCo who have been mentioned only one or twice at this point.

Season 2 ends with Fort Freedom saving the Scout Post from a Froglin invasion, and the PROD Squad saving Oswald and BotCo from the subterfuge and manipulative rule of Lady Ethel

Marolmar lore gets introduced / exposition dumped onto the audience from Cindy randomly in Season 3. It will never be explained how Cindy knows about Marolmar.

Cindy’s character will be fused with Danielle’s and her dreaming powers will guide the S3 North Crew through their perilous journey. With this fusion comes a love triangle between Digs, Riot and Cindy-Danielle as Cind-ielle’s late partner is now a part of Diggory.

The drama of this love triangle climaxes when the North Crew reaches the dive before Marolmar’s heart, and the three fight over who should deliver the bomb to the Heart.

Mort isn’t here btw. The merchandise didn’t sell and his last appearance was at the end of the made up B-plot back in S1.

Indie lore / the black rain is hardly explained lest you watch the Downing Hill spin off show.

When the Producers get backlash for not including main characters, such as Jonah, Hector, Zelda, and Nikignik, they pretend it was all part of their plan and release a line up of spin off series focussed on their stories set to release each year.

The series gets a lawsuit because of Friday Rescher’s similarities to Wednesday Addams and to fix this Friday just gets renamed Penny Rescher, and the CPE Institute plot line get removed.

There is a poorly acted scene where Clara and Friday Penny confess their feelings for each other with a “Clara… I’m gay” , “I’m gay too, Penny”. They will be the series only confirmed gay couple.

The show doesn’t generate enough revenue to make an adaptation for Season 4 and beyond, but at least Season 3 ended with an after credit scene that briefly showed Shank.

Congrats if you made it to the bottom

Edits:

Ray is now a cyber truck.

[yannisdesk]

Why the Lack of a Verbal Apology May Make Sense from Caitlyn's Perspective

I do not approve of the writing decision of having Caitlyn not verbally apologize to Vi for hitting her, but I thought I'd look into why Caitlyn, as a character, wouldn't think it's completely necessary.

I am fully aware that I am a stone-throw away from getting "obsessed with Caitlyn" accusations and to that I say - she's an interesting character. Analyzing her tickles the brain.

This will not be a super technical post btw. More vibes + thoughts and observations, not a formal essay on the topic.

So, Caitlyn is a Kiramman, and this is an upper class family with a lot of prestige riding on its back. They're also a fairly stoic family, in that they do not wear their hearts on their sleaves. They've bought into "keeping up appearances" - hence why Cassandra and Tobias were not too happy with Caitlyn becoming an enforcer; it's a stereotypically "blue collar" job even if it is considered essential to "maintaining order" in Piltover (debatable). It's not at all unrealistic, imagine any rich and influential family that occupies the upper echelon of society - would they be psyched about their kid, and sole heir, becoming a beat cop? Probably not. While the Kiramman legacy includes being a financial provider for the enforcer department and altruistic pursuits, like creating the air ventilation system in Zaun, they're still prone to high levels of classism. Just look at how quickly they cut off communication with Jayce once, as Caitlyn puts it, his "name's no good now." The Kiramman family are long-time members of the Piltover Council and have immense political power, so they are not a cog in the machine, they share ownership of the machine with six other families.

Despite this, the Kirammans do love each other and will do things out of love. For example, Cassandra does stick up for Jayce initially during the council meeting and tries to vouch for his character. She also does not tell Caitlyn "I'm sorry. You're right, the council has been slacking when it comes to the Undercity. I'll schedule a meeting with them on what we can do." She just says "I'll schedule an audience. You and your crush friend can address the council yourselves. I suggest you prepare accordingly." She nods at Caitlyn to go after Vi after the council meetings fails, letting her know she approves of what they have going on (Mama Kiramman definitely knew her daughter had a thing for Vi). She also, after initially disagreeing, votes to give Zaun freedom, no doubt thinking about her daughter and what she'd tried to achieve a few days ago. That's just the type of family they are.

And Cassandra does this without really verbalizing it. She let's the action talk for her. Tobias seems to be the more physically affectionate parent. Caitlyn is an (un)happy-medium, in the first season she's more physical like Tobias, in the second she's more distant like Cassandra, which checks out as she's in mourning, so she could've ended up becoming even more clingy to those around her or what we get in the opposite: detachment.

But Caitlyn does embody some of her other in season 1, the build-up of her trading something she's associated closely with for Vi is present. In season 1 her gun is exchanged for Vi's medicine which saves her life.

So, what we can get from this is that the Kirammans are action-oriented. Tobias is action-oriented in physical affection, such as hugging his daughter and fixing her leg. Cassandra will perform duties that don't require physical affection, but will still show her remorse, love, and care regardless.

So, given that's the standard she's working with, it makes sense that Caitlyn wouldn't verbally apologize and instead just do something that she knows would mean a lot to Vi. It's what her mother would've done. It's how she's been conditioned to think about apologies: you atone through action. Caitlyn wouldn't automatically think that something as serious as this would require something verbal because simply put - she's probably never had to confront something this serious, and it's also not how she was raised.

And that's not even a false notion, it's just incomplete with the way it's interpreted, which is rooted in quite a bit of pride, because if you're "strictly action oriented" then you never have to actually admit you were ever in the wrong, you can just jump to doing something that will hopefully land you in the clear, and similar to how just saying "I'm sorry" simply won't cut it, in serious situations this won't either; there needs to be a balance and words and actions need to match, especially when it comes to an act of domestic violence.

As the age-old-saying goes: the hardest part is admitting you're in the wrong, but it's also very important. So, while I do think that Caitlyn freeing Jinx is definitely in-step with who she was already established as a character, an undoubtedly great gesture, and decision; I also think it would be interesting to see part of her development acknowledge that it's okay to both talk about it and be about it even when it's hard, and given that she gave Ekko good advice in season 1 and then went completely against it in season 2, it would certainly be appropriate.

[6feathered6siren6]

Winding back the clock

Trigger warnings

Death/gore

Killing the main love interests

Being dilutional

Spoilers of the good/bad ending of love interests

Note: This was inspired by a song, "Again & Again" and reminded me of this game. Anyway enjoy, I will continue this idea with small tidbits, don't know if it would be in order yet, but this is one is at least. Btw rolled a d20 for how this story went, I rolled a nat 1. So be prepared, it's kinda angsty.

P1, P2, P3, P4, P5

𓆩☠︎︎𓆪

September 31st, 11:50 pm. Again.

You have been through this for how long now? Years? You don’t remember, but you remember when it started. 

『00:01』

You didn’t know The Devil Butcher’s name in time, and there was no way out. You had stabbed him, felt the red, hot liquid on your hands, stained them from that moment one. His laughter filled the alleyway. Forever ringing in your ears. His bloody toothy grin was his last movement before the light from his eyes vanished. 

You ran home, you felt his spirit taunting you. His laughter still rings in your ears. No matter how many times you shower, wash your hands until they bleed themselves. You can still feel his blood on them. 

You felt your phone ping, it was Angel. You felt her anger through the letters and words. Then Ronin’s account texting you, then felt like your body was light and saw black. 

-

As you came to, you saw your bedroom ceiling. Not the bathroom. You swore you were there. And you swore you were wearing different clothing, ones painted in red. Not… your cartoon pajamas. Did someone come in here? You check your phone which didn’t have that crack when you dropped it near thanksgiving. Turning it on, September 31st, 202X, 11:50 pm. 

Did.. Did you go back in time? You stared at your phone screen for a moment, you felt so much fear. You looked at your bright computer screen and saw Ronin’s invite to the server. 

This has to be a dream, like it can't be true. Right?

『00:02』

You chalked it up to some weird dream of showing you the future if you loved Ronin. You couldn’t go down the path of falling in love with him again. You couldn’t. You still hear his laughter, your hot covered hands. Instead, you went to the most chaotic member of the server, Misaki. 

You had them in your arms. Her smile was bright, and full of love. Her crossed dazed eyes stared at yours. They were gonna go assassinate someone, but you had to stay at your place while it happened. At least you can text and call, right?

-

You heard the shot through the phone. Her saying ‘I love you.’ and ‘Not your fault.’. But it was, you allowed yourself to let them call you. You knew not to, and you did it anyway. Misaki was dead. And it's your fault. You could feel weight built up on you. Another death you caused. Another soul staring you down. 

You felt your phone ping. You look at it, Ronin and a few others are spam calling you. Ronin knows you did it. There is only so much time you could get away from him, you had to leave, find some protection. The moment your hand was on your doorknob. 

You blinked.

You’re back to your computer screen. Back to September 31st, 202X, 11:50 pm. 

This had to be a dream, right? Like some weird psychic dream. This can’t be real, you can’t have two people’s blood on your hands. 

『00:03』

V, V was a sweetheart in your opinion. And you tried to not be murdered or murder anyone else. Telling him straight out, no, you are not a killer. Well, in reality? Right? And that, he should try and not put Ronin in prison, giving him the freedom from death or going there at all. Or, paying back that you weirdly killed him in a dream. 

You went through Luca and Feli’s whole drama of not dating each other. Helping them again for the third time. Your dream predicted this situation twice, three times now. 

Vince’s Christmas dinner was three times correct. Or ‘March is for murder’ again. Feli and Luca’s whole “Is Vince and Ai Hua dating or MARRIED?!” debacle. Christmas call, then Ronin either giving a shovel talk or rizzing you up himself. 

Three times true. Your dilution is tough shelled, that had to be some messed dream. That showed the future… 

V was arrested. 

It still hurts so much, he might die either in there or on some death sentence. You didn’t know. They didn’t arrest you, leaving you on a whole new warrant. You had limited time. 

That same ping. The same message of something went wrong. The same ping of ‘You fucked up.’ You were screwed.

Your hands gripping onto your skull, turning your knuckles white and feeling blood run down your head. Your eyes shut close, hurting them. And Ping! You opened your eyes.

It was your computer screen. Back to September 31st, 202X, 11:50 pm. 

Maybe… maybe it’s not a dream…

『00:04』

Maybe the Angel was the path to take on, like, you murdered two in a dream(Which you are still questioning if it was real.) and another was arrested. Like, she can’t be killed or arrested. Right?

-

You had to fucking jinxed it. YOU HAD TO.

As Ronin was going to your house, the clock hit 3:25 pm and it was back to square one. Back to the beginning, getting that same invite. 

『00:05』

What if saving them worked, what if not being manipulated and fucking everything up. To try and save them.

Would it work? 

Ronin? You made out in the alleyway and him saying your book was good, and that he loved you.

Back to square one.

Misaki, you didn’t call her, didn’t indulge their call. They came out alive and you guys were having an amazing time. 

Back to the computer and hearing that dreadful ping.

V, you didn’t get him arrested, he stayed at your place for a while, and when he said your book was great. 

Another tally to this just being a dream, right? 

Right?

And with Angel, she shot her manager. Her bloody lips kissing while you help her clean up. The moment you are in bed, you are back into your own chair, staring at the fucking blinding screen. 

It didn’t work.

『00:09』

What about them getting arrested? That had to be it. The good ending. It had to be.

The text for everyone, that they should hide, was scary to you. It felt real. No one is dying nor falling in love. This had to be it.

You shut your eyes while on your bed. March 10, 202XX. Taking a breath. This had to be it…. But it wasn’t. Your eyes saw the search engine and your socials with the red dot. 

This is a time loop. Isn’t it?

『00:10』

Seeing your computer again, and the awful ping sound. You were sick of this. You were in a time loop, now… how to get out of this? Like, there had to be. 

Joining the server again, guessing the password right, you knew what would happen, the text and the welcoming. 

You just stared at your bright, digital device as you sighed. Until… an idea popped in your head. This is a time loop. You go back in time 9 times already. What if… you go the way you wanted?

You decide to flirt with Ronin again, play his games, but be corrupted just like him. 

-

It was December, and you stood in this alleyway alone with a corpse. He was an asshole to you throughout the night. You were just walking around when he decided to try and pursue you. You sit on a crate looking at the body, in your past time lines, you looked a lot into murder, the ways people killed, how they disposed, their alibis. You could take one out of Angel’s book and eat him. You never had human meat. You knew some of the effects of eating your own kind. You twiddled your weapon in your hands, a metal rod that was nearby when you attacked him. It was rusted, but now stained with blood. 

It’s also weird to you, you thought when you killed someone with your own bare hands, in your own accord, it would be different. Not… emotionless, like now. You got off the crate and walked closer to the dead person. His head was bleeding quite a lot. Heck, you smashed his head in, to the point you could see his brains. Maybe you could pin it on someone, put the weapon in another’s hands. 

“Now that's a sight for the divine.”

You turn your head to see Ronin, his crowbar was also stained in red. His grin was widder, more sinful in your taste. The man you fell for the first timeline, the original. His combat boots were loud as he took a step forward to you. 

His chuckle pierced your heart again. His warm hand coddled your cheek, his thumb wiping the blood off of you. 

“You might steal my heart by stealing this view, Darlin’.”

You proved yourself, proved that you do kill. And this time, not him. You leaned into his hand, the warmth that radiated off of him. 

“Not some pretty little innocent writer, huh?”

You could hear his grin. His pride and ego. As much as you hated it. You loved it. 

“Let me help finish up here, then we can talk. I want to know everything.”

𓆩☠︎︎𓆪

You told Ronin everything, well, except for the whole time loop thing, and him dying in the first timeline. Why did you kill that asshole and how? You dropped the stained metal rod into garbage. One that would be thrown out in the morning, before the body gets found. 

He holds you close to him, holding your shoulder. Like he’s teaching you. He is guiding you to somewhere. But where?

“You did so well, lost, little lamb.” Lost, little lamb… you pondered on that nickname, you were never called that before. Maybe instead of being called a fallen angel, but it's now ‘little lamb’. You changed a major course and still got his love. You didn’t guess his name, and went straight to him, falling more in love with you. And it’s December, anytime before you start dating, it was February, or a major change was in March, ‘the ending’.

You decided to see how far you can take with these timelines. How far can it take you?

“Ronin…” You mumbled out softly, you looked at him. You finally see that it was snowing. “I…” Your feelings from the original time loop were burning again. You remember that any person you flirt with would date you in February, not December. So you couldn’t take it so far, right?

“I really like you, Ronin.” You blurted out. That was not what you wanted to say. You felt your face burn up. Even he was shocked that you said that before he started laughing. 

“Tell it to me proudly and with no shame, huh?” His grip was tighter, his smile had joy in it. Not like a joke, but with pride. “Can you carve out your own aorta then? Give it to me on a platter.” 

Your face burns as blood rushes through, but you nod. “I will.”

“Good.”

-

It was a week after your first kill. Your first kill of your accord. Ronin seemed to act more romantically towards you. He was also acting kinder to you in his own sadistic way. He even brought you to his killings as dates. Everything seems to be going your way for months. Until March 10th. The day you return back. 

You were feeling sentimental, you didn’t know if you were going back yet. You were laying on Ronin’s bed, next to him. He was surprisingly asleep, he was busy the day before working at his job, late as well. Some rich guy needed his car fixed right away. Paying double to get it fixed right away. 

He was holding you to his chest, his hand was in your hair. Your arms were around him. You were wishing to stay there in his arms. The clock was ticking down, closer and closer… Your eyes shut, it was only Ronin’s breathing that filled the quiet. 

Then Ping!

You were back in your uncomfortable desk chair, in front of the screen.

『00:19』

You felt nothing, any sweet moments you had with anyone were gone again. No one knows, no one that can help you. You felt despair. The moments with V, him holding you, or tending to his animals with, Angel, helping her manage, or just doing her makeup for a video. Misaki, the moments planning an assassination, or having dumb, loveable dates with them. Or Ronin, learning how to fix a car and giving him tools, or playing on his Gameboy with him. 

They felt nothing to you. If this was timeloop, repeating over and over. You are gonna take control, not what ifs anymore, you want to see how far this can go. Killing Angel’s manager way too early to support her, or sending Misaki anonymous messages on their assassin request board that they are great and to keep it up. Helping V by capturing the killers he was planning to find and tie them up for him. Except for Ronin, and for Ronin. What if you carve out aortas and left them in his alleyway. You want to see how chaotic you can make these timeloops be. Because whoever put you here, you won’t be trapped with them, but they will be trapped with you. No matter how insane you get. 

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I have more to come, wrote a few already but thought to share what I have. Sorry if it seem dramatic or confusion. It was meant to be that way. (1/?)

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[silenzahra]

🥳🎉 I'M FREE 🎉🥳

OH MY GOD. I thought this day would NEVER come, but this morning I finally, FINALLY, took my freaking exam!!! Which means I'm free at last, OMG I swear I can hardly believe it 😭😭

Thank you SO MUCH to each and every single one of you who have wished me luck with this, either here on Tumblr or through Instagram (or both! 💖). I'm not 100% sure if I passed but I actually did better than I expected! 🤞🤞

This is me hugging each and every single one of you 👆🥹

I still won't be around today as I'm gonna go to the cinema and the mall as a way of celebrating my freedom 😁 But just so you know, my tags are finally working again! So in case you've tagged me in something during this last week, feel free to edit it so I can be properly notified! (Otherwise I'm afraid I won't get to see whatever content you've tagged me in 😅)

Also, I'll finally have some time to properly think about posting my writing again or not, as I'm afraid the numbers have been affecting me lately and I'm still not too sure about sharing my stories again. I hope I can make up my mind about it soon, but just so you know, I do intend to bring back my first fic to Tumblr as next Friday marks a year since I started posting it 🥰 I'd say it's about time that Anything for him comes back to this site! 🥳

And as a way of closing the circle, today marks a month since I shared my latest story, which takes place at the beginning of Brothership, so I guess that's something to celebrate too! 🎉

I have no idea what's gonna happen in the future with my writing, but just in case, here's the link to said story, and btw, I'll make sure to reply soon to the people who left any kind of feedback on it ever since I posted it! Thank you so much for reading and in case you plan to get to it soon, I really hope you'll enjoy! 💖

This is it for now! I'm taking today off so I probably won't be around till tomorrow. Hope you're all doing fine! Love you sooooo much 💖

[maple-writes1802]

Man I sure could go for some Farah or Laswell smut right now… /nf

I don’t mind what you write btw, go as wild as you’d like ehehehe (all stuff aside I wish there was more Laswell and Farah wlw smut out there 💔)

a/n: laswell my beloved!! thank you for the request and giving me creative freedom, i hope you like this <3 also i wrote this at 1 am after a 10 h shift and barely had the energy to proofread it so please be kind in case of mistakes ;;

Kate Laswell x Fem!Reader : It's Good to be Home (nsfw)

Being married to a CIA supervisor had many ups and downs. Kate is a very intelligent and kind person, driven by her passion and experience. Thanks to her job, she could spoil you as much as she wanted and ensured that you lived a comfortable life, urging you to enjoy yourself as much as possible. Although, you always reminded her how it's hard to enjoy the finer things in life if she wasn't there to share the experience with you.

That was the biggest downside (save for the safety risks). You spent a lot of time alone, lounging around the house or taking walks with your shared dog, Goose. You thought about Kate every second that she was away, especially since communication was often scarce, but with time you learned to endure and push through the weeks or months that she was absent.

That doesn't mean you don't miss her like crazy. Especially her touches, the words whispered directly into your ear, the little praises, the imprints left behind by her hands or the love bites left by her lips. You were certain that she ruined you completely for anyone else and even yourself. No matter how much you tried, you couldn't hit the angle with your fingers right, couldn't rub your clit like she did, and riding a dildo didn't feel nearly as satisfying as riding her strap.

That's why, whenever she got home, you practically pounced on her. Not without making sure that she's alright and not too exhausted first, but you get the gist. And she always greeted you with open arms.

Today was... almost like those other days, but a bit different. You've been feeling pent up for weeks and your frustration caused you to lose sleep and nerves, counting down the days, hours and minutes until your wife came home. So while waiting for her, all dolled up in a light pink lingerie set with white stockings and glittery makeup, you fell asleep on your shared bed.

Coming home to complete silence was odd for Kate, usually you'd already be running towards her, ready for her arms to catch you. But instead, she was only greeted by Goose jumping all over her legs like crazy, having missed his other owner greatly.

''Hey there, boy.'' Kate coos, scratching his favorite spot behind his ear. ''Where's your other momma, huh?''

Ever the intelligent little creature, Goose huffs and turns his head to the bedroom door. Kate hands him a small treat and gives him one last pat before letting her duffel bag hit the floor and walking to the bedroom she shared with you.

She didn't know whether to feel flattered or sad at the sight that greeted her. You looked amazing, the set flattered your curves and made you look like an angel. But on the other hand, seeing you fall asleep waiting for her after putting in the effort to look nice for her... she felt like a shitty wife.

''Oh, my love...'' she whispers before carefully sitting on the edge of the bed, brushing away a hair strand that was tickling your nose. ''Wake up, baby. This can't be comfortable.'' she coos, pressing a kiss against your cheek in order to wake you up.

You were sure that you were in a dream when you opened your eyes and saw your beautiful wife in front of you. The sleepiness immediately seeped away and you sat up so quickly your head spun but you ignored it and wrapped your arms around Kate, pulling her into a bone-crushing hug.

''Babe!'' you whine out, hiding your face into the crook of her neck. ''You're home!''

''I'm home, I'm home.'' she reassured you, returning the embrace without a second thought, rubbing your back so you knew she was here to stay. ''You look beautiful, baby.''

''Oh, this?'' you pull away a bit, blush on your cheeks as you remembered the surprise you prepared. ''I wanted to look nice to you, wanted to give you a reward for how hard you've been working.''

''Yeah?'' she whispers with a grin, her hand sneaking to your hip and massaging the soft flesh while the other one toys with the top's strap. ''We don't have to do anything if you're too tired, though.'' she tells you, never pressuring you into anything.

''I want this. I need this.'' you reassure her, having missed her touch for far too long.

''Okay then, beautiful.'' Kate gives in, placing kisses against your neck. ''Do you think you could get yourself ready for me? Put on a show while I undress, hm?''

The way she phrases these demands in a way that feels like a soft order always makes you blush, your core tingling in anticipation for what is to come. Pressing a quick kiss against her lips, you pull away and situate yourself against the headboard, your back supported by plush pillows.

As you spread your legs, Kate's mouth goes dry at the sight of a slit in your panties. Little minx, she thinks, as the slit perfectly showcases your wet folds and clit, tempting her like an offering.

You giggle as her pupils widen and begin gently massaging your folds with one hand, using the other one to play with one of your breasts. You start slow, the fuzziness from your little nap making you want to enjoy this rather than rush it. And besides, it's been so long since your wife has seen you like this, so it's better to let her enjoy the view as long as she can.

Kate can barely focus on anything else other than the sight of you, laid out so perfectly and all for her to see. She still somehow manages to take her clothes off one by one, but her eyes stay peeled on you. The clothes are discarded carelessly throughout the bedroom, she couldn't be bothered to fold and put them away neatly right now.

''Fuck, baby.'' she breathes out, biting her lips as you carefully slip a finger into your heat. You can feel your core clench at the sight of her, her strong and lean form commanding worship and admiration. She was always so sexy to you, making you wet at the mere sight of her bare body.

''Let me take over, yeah? Wouldn't be fair to let you do all the work after I neglected you for so long.'' she insists as she crawls over you, gently prying your hand away from your core and licking your finger clean of your wetness, enjoying the little sound she pulls out of you at the action.

''Tell me, my sweet,'' she begins, looking up at you with a devilish smile. ''How shall I have you tonight? Any requests?''

That was your Kate, always wanting to please you and spoil you, always letting you choose and abiding by your wishes. A thought springs up in your head, an idea that you've been mulling over lately.

''Could I, uhm...'' you trail off unsurely, feeling embarrassed by your request but she simply stays silent, letting you gather the courage. There would be no judgement, not from her.

''Could I ride your face?'' you say with a squeak, cheeks reddening as you rush the words out and you don't even have time to cover your face in embarrassment before Kate pulls you into a kiss. You quickly relax into it, taking it as a good sign. And indeed it was.

Kate looks like she just won the lottery, a proud smile on her face as you both pull away, a string of saliva still connecting your lips.

''I've been waiting for you to ask me that.'' she admits with a breathless chuckle, pressing a kiss against your nose before sitting up. ''C'mere, babygirl. Up you go.''

She switches your positions, with her now laying on the bed and you perched on top of her, straddling her chest with your thighs.

''What if I hurt you?'' you ask nervously, looking down at her with worry in your eyes.

''Nonsense, dear. It would be an honor to get hurt from that.'' she jokes but her expression quickly turns comforting. ''I'll tap your thigh three times if I need you to move, so don't worry.''

Feeling better at her reassurance, you lift your hips and let her position you as she sees fit. Kate maneuvers you so your core is directly above her mouth, the light caress of her breath on your folds causing shivers to run down your back.

Her hands are firmly gripping the back of your thighs, supporting you from just under your buttocks before gently lowering you.

Her mouth immediately latches onto your most sensitive spots. Her tongue sucking on your folds and running over your entrance while her nails leave indents into your skin.

You cry out, unable to do anything but chase the feeling by grinding down on her face, which only motivates her more. Kate eats like a woman starved, like she was dying of hunger ever since she was deployed.

Her mouth works tirelessly and her nose bumps against your clit, making you go crazy with the stimulation. It feels amazing without being too overwhelming and you find yourself cursing your hesitance to try this sooner.

No time like the present though, so you continue moving your hips in order to chase the pleasure and the euphoria. The slurping noises your wife makes have you letting out a choked gasp, her enjoyment turning you on even more. She doesn't relent, doesn't let you or herself rest and at one point you're worried about her jaw.

But any thoughts are quickly wiped out from your mind and all you can focus on is chasing the pleasure until you hit climax, screaming out your wife's name so it echoes through the bedroom. Your body spasms, back arching as you orgasm and Kate eagerly laps up every drop of your come, not letting anything go to waste.

Eventually you whine at the overstimulation and gently push your wife's head away from your sensitive core, your whole body shaking.

As soon as she feels the gentle shove, Kate pulls away and quickly sits up and pulls you into her lap.

You loosely wrap your arms around her neck, head resting against her chest so you can hear her heartbeat while your own calms down. You slowly catch your breath, unable to speak just yet.

Pressing a kiss against your sweaty forehead, Kate presses a bottle of water against your lips, one you always keep on your nightstand. She urges you to drink, making sure you stay hydrated.

''Wanna take a bath or do you think you need some more time in my arms, sweetheart?'' she asks as she puts the bottle aside, squeezing your body against hers.

You let out a small whine, pressing your face into the crook of her neck, a sign which Kate understands as needing more time.

''More cuddles then.'' she concludes with a smile, playing with your hair while pressing occasional kisses against your face.

''I missed you so damn much.'' she whispers, nuzzling her nose against yours. ''And we're definitely doing that again.''

You chuckle, feeling as you can take on anything now that you're back in your love's arms.

''I missed you too.'' you reply, pressing your lips gently against her pulse point. ''I love you.''

''I love you too, my sweet.

It's good to be home.''

[wavesoutbeingtossed]

The thing about her musings on her youth in this album is not just about the spending her “prime” years with someone who ultimately couldn’t give her what she thought they both wanted (family, but also in general sense the happiness you get when you’re young and your whole lives are ahead of you).

There’s SO much about her youth in general here, and how the demons of the past have raised and broken her. How each of these experiences have chipped away at her youth. This whole album is give me back my girlhood, it was mine first.

It’s all the things she’s talking about had are part of the same big trauma of the loss of that youth and innocence. It’s snakegate and how Kim K and her lackeys deliberately set out to destroy Taylor’s reputation for sport, which ripped out Taylor’s last few grasps of that young adulthood freedom without her consent. It’s mulling the price she’s paid for spending her entire youth in the spotlight and becoming a commodity instead of a person. It’s looking at a friend’s child and wishing she could protect them from the world the way she wishes she could have been had she known. It’s putting your trust in your first love who ripped the rug out from under you and your faith along with it. It’s spending your time pining for your younger days in the haze of unspeakable loss. It’s carving off parts of yourself as you grow up to make yourself palatable to your peers and your partners and as a result not knowing what parts of you are left. It’s revisiting a love from your past when you still had it all, and after the initial frenzy realizing its hollow. And yes, it’s pouring your heart and soul into a relationship you think is forever and with each passing year the light in the window flickering dimmer and dimmer, only to realize the light wasn’t coming from your home after all, and you may lose your chance to find it again before it’s too late and the dreams you so desperately cling to vanish for good.

And that’s what the end message I think ends up being in So High School: she’s reclaiming the land as it were. All these things that were taken from her and that she gave up are up for a redo. And it’s not rewriting the past, it’s coming to the realization that all those parts are still within her but so is the good. That the freedom she gave up when she released her first album is still found in the backseat of a boy’s car all these years later. That she’s older and wiser and battleworn but that doesn’t mean she can’t find that joy and lightness. “I feel so high school when I look at you” is kind of a loaded statement from someone who didn’t really get to go to high school (both actually and metaphorically). “Bittersweet sixteen suddenly” (love that wordplay btw) because again— she’s been through so much that the feelings of new love that make her giddy like a girl are tinged because she’s been here before and also never been here before because she was never that kid.

(There’s also a whole tangent there comparing Miss Americana and the Heartbreak Prince to So High School and how fraught the first is vs the lightness of this one.)

That’s why this isn’t just a breakup album. It’s why she dredges up 2016 and Jake and Aaron’s son and childhood and high school and any other number of things. Because she has spent her entire youth and adulthood grappling with the issues that came to roost in TTPD, and while this whole experience underscores that you can never know what’s going on with someone (least of all Taylor, a stranger to us all), I also don’t think it’s a coincidence that she has stressed how much healthier and whole she is now. That is why this whole album is a bloodletting, but it’s not just about a broken relationship. It’s about a whole belief system that has stolen girlhood from her and she’s determined to piece back together in the aftermath of the autopsy.

[lvmimis]

i love this place btw. i love this place so much and i’ll miss it when i inevitably get busier come september, but truly there’s no space like it and nothing that really can replace it in my life the same way!

thanks for giving me a space to feel welcome and talk out of my ass! i have been blessed with having a few irls where i feel safe enough to do that with but it’s great to be able to do so in a loving community and the few skirmishes i’ve had with people over my nearly 5 years of joining tumblr do absolutely nothing to outweigh the freedom i feel with you all

ty for helping supplant my emotional resilience through the trials of the last 5 years between covid and whatever the fuck is going on with the us government rn

kisses to all!!!!!