#(i am objectively safe btw don't worry about me

[oidheadh-con-culainn]

tfw you're not sure if it's anxiety or hunger making your stomach hurt so you try to eat and unfortunately it was definitely anxiety

[she-is-the-blackbird]

Hi! Thank you for your response, btw, yes, it's been an interesting year, to say the least, and I feel that I am in a better headspace now and have talked over my concerns with my loved ones.

I'm just mostly worried that there will be students taking advantage of this scenario. I've seen one case this past year where a student "changes" their name every single week and I think that's not acceptable, so that has happened and teachers have to go along with it, or else... And all in all, it's a situation where teachers just want to teach and not have to worry about whether or not someone's watching them to make sure they're being 110% politically correct. It's scary, and I am saying that, truly and honestly, I am scared that someone is going to witch-hunt teachers for whatever reason because "they screwed up somehow" and they're just gonna end up taking the student's side without much thought... And I know how so many people think that's SOOO ridiculous, but I don't care... People were let go from their jobs for not agreeing with a vaccine mandate. (let me guess, I can almost hear it now from the peanut gallery beyond the universe--- it's not the same!!!! blergh blahblergh blah blah)

And in my viewpoint, this will fumble into a disregard for objective truth and turn into coddling a mental illness, that I feel teachers should not really be involved in outside of encouraging a student to go to their counselor. But that's my viewpoint based on what I've seen, and I don't know where education heading, and I wanted to be a teacher so bad... But another opinion of mind is that we're failing as a system anyway. ( and if I ever have kids of my own I'm homeschooling them. )

So, I get getting them to a counselor, I do, and if a student is being abused at home then the school needs to get the police involved, yes. (My school has 3 police officers and a school marshall, and I feel very safe.)

But biological sex is real, gender dysphoria is a mental disorder and I am worried that there will be students that take advantage of this and that there will be a witch hunt for teachers.

And you know... I sincerely hope I'm wrong and that none of this happens...

Have a good day. :)

It feels like my world is going to hell...

The school I work at just info dumped the new approved policy for pronoun/preferred name changes on the staff.

The first paragraph is already calling out the teachers by stating that any honest mistakes of misnaming or misgendering the student won't have serious action taken against them, but any type of tomfoolery such as repeat offenders will.

Um.

And then they also included the paperwork that the student has to fill out for the guidance counselor, and I just--- think, to myself... Why do we even need to see this? We're not the ones filling this out for the kid... This sounds like a counselor's job.

The best part is, there is an option "Do your parents know?" for the kid to check off or not, and then at the bottom of it, the paper says "The counselors if appropriate, will contact the parents."

I have never cried so much after school.

See the thing is, especially with the first paragraph, for some bizarre reason, I find that's going to be a gray area.

The admin doesn't stand up for their teachers in cases such as a dress code, (so I have zero hope for them standing by the teachers' side when this goes haywire) oh, and the dress code btw? The school I work at has the most gender-inclusive, progressive dress code known to mankind, I mEAn, we still have one, and there are standards that should be met, but I saw a girl at the end of the day today walking around with "Future Milf" on her tee shirt, and she went a whole gad-danged day without being dress coded? I have witnessed teachers send kids to the admin for dress code, only for them to come back five minutes later and they're stunned. They get a slap on the wrist? No punishment? And the funny thing is, the woman admin that sent out this pronoun paper is the same woman REMINDING teachers to dress code the students.

I just feel... Like we are going to hell. I tried contacting my priest to ask to receive holy advice if I need to go to confession to try and receive some counsel, but he told me confession is really only for sins.

I just feel so lost... The whole thing with Target and Budweiser, and everything is leaving my mouth pale... And now this at my school? Where I know parents are fighting for their rights to know what's going on in their kids' schools.

Prayers... Please send prayers, I have such a headache and I am sad all over, I can't believe this is happening at my school.

[dreamywriterinthedark]

Recess sobs and bedtime resolutions

Pairing: fem!Reader x Spencer

Request: Ok so the reader is a psychologist and is married to spencer and they have a 5 year old daughter who gets in trouble for punching a kid because they picked on her because they didn't beleive her dad was in the fbi If that makes sense any who if you don't write this i get it I just want to see speancers reaction

Trigger warnings: bullying, physical violence. (let me know if i forgot something)

Category: fluff, slight angst.

A/N: thank you so much for this request! I hope you like it. The daughter sounds a bit older than 5, in my head she’s in the early stages of elementary school. Let me know what you think about it! I’d be glad to receive some feedback. (Btw I hurt my own feelings writing this, you can’t even imagine...)

You were in your office, a typical Tuesday afternoon until you heard your office phone ring once more. You held up your finger to make your client pause what they were saying, you picked up the phone only to hang up.

“I apologise for the inconvenience. Now where were we ?” you said trying to get your client comfortable again despite the ringing. As she was about to speak up again, your cellphone rang, Spencer’s name lit up your screen and that’s when you were starting to get concerned.

“I’m so sorry I have to get that.” You said exiting the office to take the call. You were happy to hear your significant other’s voice nonetheless you knew he wouldn’t normally call you during working hours.

“Hi darling, is everything okay ?”

“No, not really. The school called, there’s an emergency.” he responded wrapping his scarf around his neck as he was making his way to the elevator.

“What happened ?” you asked getting more and more worried.

“She punched a classmate in the face. Can you believe it ?!” he pressed the button 0 waving goodbye to his coworkers.

“What ? Our daughter? Jane ? Are you sure it’s not her evil twin ?”

“Eviler twin you mean ? No offense, Y/n, but if she had one, I’m pretty sure you would remember…”

“Alright, I’ll tell my secretary to cancel all my appointments for the day. I’ll meet you there.”

“Love you, bye.”

“Love you too.” You answered before hanging up. You made it a little bit of a rule to yourself to never say ‘goodbye’ to him because you thought that if you did it may increase the chances of you never seeing him again. You knew it was a bit silly but with all those times he was close to death, you’d believe in any superstition if that meant he would get home safe.

After taking care of your client and letting your secretary handle the rest, you hurried out of your office to drive to your daughter’s elementary school.

You pushed the interphone button, once you were allowed entrance you walked to the principal’s office. You softly knocked, when the door opened it showed Spencer sitting in a chair right across the desk, next to it was an empty chair meant for you.

“I’m sorry, I came as I soon as I could.” you apologized.

“Well, I assume you’re Jane’s mother. It’s nice to meet you. I’m Principal Walker.” he greeted shaking your hand. As you sat down, Spencer gave you his best polite white smile.

“Do you know what you’re here for ?” he inquired.

“You said our daughter was involved in a conflict with a student...” you answered.

“Your daughter punched a student in the face.” He said bluntly.

“Right…”

“Are you sure it’s Jane ?” Spencer asked still struggling to believe it.

“Wait until you see her knuckles...”

Spencer put his face in his hands in defeat, you rubbed his shoulder to bring him comfort.

“What happened exactly ?” you asked.

“Well, it was during the 10AM break. Jane went out to play with her classmates when a boy started arguing with her. Next thing we hear is a scream, the boy is on the floor crying.”

You and Spencer both looked at each other with an immense look of stupor.

“The boy, did he bully her ?” Spencer asked trying to find some innocence in the sweet child of his.

“Not that we know of.” answered the principal.

“Is he okay though ?” you questioned.

“Yes, just a minor injury. He went back home.”

You nodded, “So what happens next ?”

“We are giving her a warning but the next time something like this happens there will be harsher consequences than a simple punishment. Understood ?”

“Yes. we understand. Thank you for your time, sir.” you said as you rose up from your chair. Spencer and you both exited the room finding your daughter in the waiting lounge looking guilty as ever. You saw Spencer’s face look puzzled and hostile. To torture your daughter with even more guilt you told her to ride back home with her dad which she did not love but couldn’t protest.

Spencer hardly spoke to Jane the entire drive. He was dry, so much it looked like he ignored her. Jane was desperate to get him to talk to her.

“Please, dad. Don’t be mad at me!” she exclaimed.

“I’m not mad, I’m disappointed.” those words he pronounced cut like a knife. You knew that by seeing her dad’s reaction she would become aware of the gravity of her actions. And he actually wasn’t mad, at least not until he saw her pouting face. He loved her too much to be angry.

“Okay but can you just talk to me!” she whined.

“Oh we will, back home with your mom.”

That car ride lasted longer for Jane than usual. No music, no anecdotes nor laughs, just plain silence and introspection while gazing at the landscape.

Your house was in the suburbs near a forest, Spencer had all sorts of scientific arguments as to why living near nature was beneficial but you just loved the paysage before your eyes when taking your morning coffee. The location was perfect; in nature which means less pollution, noise and lower criminal rates yet a short car ride from the city which was full of cultural spots and with high quality education.

Jane tried to run up the stairs in hope to avoid her parents’ correction but was interrupted by your strict toned voice; “Not so fast, young lady.”

She shut her eyes stopping dead in her tracks, she lifted her stuffed animal and said to it “It was nice knowing you, fluffy.” She then turned around and sat on the couch.

Spencer was pacing around, “Why did you do it ?” He asked his daughter his voice slightly higher than before. She started melting in tears which truly pained him. You walked up to her, as you were sat on the couch next to her you started stroking her arm and drying her tears.

“It’s okay. We’re just trying to understand why you did that. There’s no way you would’ve done it without a reason.” you told her.

“Jeremy kept making fun of me…” she struggled to get out whimpering.

“How long has he been making fun of you ?” Spencer asked.

“Since Valentine’s day when everyone was exchanging cards but my box was empty.” You glanced at Spencer in shock of how long you hadn’t known your daughter was getting bullied, silently suffering.

“Honey, I’m so sorry you had to go through this.” you reassured her kissing her cheek and running your hands through her hair. “But what happened exactly that made you punch him ?”

“He made fun of dad, he wouldn’t believe he was in the FBI.” She answered tilting her head up. “I asked him to stop but he wouldn’t so I defended myself.” she affirmed seeming not so guilty anymore. You unwrapped your arms from her giving her a frown.

“That’s not how you deal with problems.” Spencer said sitting on the low table across the couch.

“Yeah, you could’ve talked to us first but you didn’t even try. You know you can tell us everything ?” You backed him up.

“I know but I thought I could deal with this problem on my own. You guys always seem so good at it. And I want to be just like you when I grow up.”

You glanced at Spencer both slightly smiling at each other.

“If there’s one thing I learned from my job at the FBI is that violence is never the answer. It’s only justifiable if it’s legitimate defence; when you life is in danger.”

“Dad, do you still love me ?” she asked watching her feet swinging on the edge of the couch.

“Of course, I love you. I always will, no matter what.” he responded taking hold of her hand. “Okay?” She nodded. She didn’t seem to understand that punching someone is wrong. You needed to have a talk with Spencer;

“Now go to your room and do your homework, we’ll talk punishment tomorrow morning.” You said.

“But-“ she protested.

“No buts, go to your room.” You ordered.

You joined Spencer on the couch, he looked completely defeated. “Hey, are you alright ?” You asked him while taking a seat next to him. “Yes.” He answered a bit too quickly. “I mean…No…Not really.” You knew exactly why he was feeling like this. “It’s not your fault, Spence.” you reassured him playing with his hair.

“This whole time…And I didn’t know she was struggling. What kind of father am I ?”

“I come home every night and I didn’t know about this. It’s not because of your job, it’s not because of us. I’m blaming the school, here. They’re the ones who are supposed to prevent bullying from happening.”

He rummaged his hair with his hands whilst his elbows rested on his knees.

“Plus it’s a good sign, she doesn’t get along with kids her age…” you said slightly smirking.

“How?!” Spencer asks slightly irritated due to his public middle school flashbacks.

“It’s a sign of high intellectual potential. Her emotional age is too advanced for kids her age to understand, they tend to be too insensitive for her. She believes animals and inanimate objects have emotions and that they are intelligent. She talks to her stuffed animal like it’s a pet. She took the pepperonis out of her pizza! Also she has an enormous amount of creativity and she’s highly sensitive to her surroundings. Have you seen how she profiled your every move and suddenly her emotions followed ? Just like you she’s protective of the ones she loves. She only punched that kid because he wasn’t exactly talking highly of you…”

“So you’re saying…”

“Our daughter could be a genius.”

“As mother as daughter.” he complimented with a smirk.

“Oh come on we know who’s the genius here!” you said slapping his shoulder playfully.

You both chuckled. You kept talking for at least half an hour to come up with a plan you both agreed to. It’s not good for a child to watch their parents disagree.

~slight time lapse~

An hour after dinner, you went up to your daughter’s bedroom as it was her bedtime. You leaned on the door frame admiring Spencer, sat next to Jane on her bed, reading a story to her about conflict to teach her what to do in the type of situations she got in. He learned that from you since you were a psychologist. He admired how resourceful and clever you were. He couldn’t be more proud to have you as his significant other and the mother of his child. Your foot made a cracking noise on the hard wood floor which caught Jane attention.

“Mommy! Come!” she exclaimed shaking her little hands.

“What’s up?” you ask sitting next to the bed.

“Me and dad were reading this book you got me and now i understand. I’m sorry for not coming to you first. I just didn’t like what they said about dad.”

“Honey, it doesn’t matter what people think of you. Seeking validation from people can be so unhealthy. If you keep bottling up your emotions you’re going to explode like a bomb and that’s no good.”

“Can you forgive me, mommy ?”

“Of course. You’re still growing, as long as you learn from your mistakes I’m confident you’re going to be alright.” You answered squeezing her hand. Spencer watched in awe, it reminded him how in love with you he is.

“Yes, please don’t ever do that again!” he said a bit too quickly with a high pitched voice that made you all burst in laughter.

“Alright, you should get some sleep.” you told her giving her a kiss on the cheek and tucking her in; “Good night, my love.”

Spencer kissed her temple and set aside the little book he was reading to her wishing her good night as well. You walked out switching the lights off. As you walked down the stairs you asked Spencer to stop in his tracks pointing your finger up; Jane was talking to her stuffed animal. You both had to muffle your laughs. The future looked bright.

[shortyisweird9]

'Lonely ghost serie'

Building bridges- part IV

Tw⚠️: swearing

Corpse was panicking, his heart beating in his chest as his legs moved him one part of his secret room to the other.

The reason for his panick? You.

He wanted to speak with you more, he enjoyed the slightly pessimistic but still loveable personality you have, the voice changer being something he was curious about.

Why did you wear it? Do you really hate your voice? Or did something happened and now you are ashamed of it or were you more concerned about keeping the anonymity of your presence? The possibilities were endless and so the kind of message he wants to send you.

Should he say just hi? Should he introduce himself in a longer paragraph? Should he just...send you a meme? His mind inclined towards that more: I mean if she doesn't like memes, she isn't the one.

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You woke up with a startle when your phone decided to go off. You swore beneath your breath, your joints popping as you reach for your phone placed on the desk in front of you. Didi wasn't with you and right now you were too tired to care for it.

You moved your hair out of your face hissing when part of it tugged on your piercings. Your eyes leaking from the pain.

-Pentru numele Lui Dumnezeu.("For the love of God.")

You puffed your cheeks and closed your eyes when your head made the unfortunate contact with your bed frame, it seemed today was not your day.

You were send this:

"What the fuck?"

You giggled as you tried to come up with a response on your own.

You hoped this was the real Corpse not some fan account who tried to masquerade as him, last thing you need was some stranger to invade your private accounts.

You didn't made an account just for ghost since you didn't want to start a channel anyway. You have a lot on your plate between organising the festival and your numerous assignments, you didn't have the mental capacity and energy to entertain a mass of people even thought the idea interested you.

But leaving Corpse unanswered was a crime so you started to dig up through memes that will be matching his response.

Corpse in the meantime was freaking out, cursing at himself for thinking you wanted to chat with him. You already were a reserved person how dare he disturb your peace, how dare he comes in your DMs to only message you a lame ass-

Oh, you send him something back.

'You liked avocados, right? :))'

His heart melted for a bit but wait...he never said anything about avocados in that stream, he barely talked actually preferring to hear you tease and blame others. Does that...DOES THAT MEAN YOU WATCH HIS VIDEOS?

His hands shook in excitement, the smile in his face growing that means you probably liked him enough to continue to chat with him and he couldn't be more eager to.

'Yeah. I like pineapples too.'

'Pineapples? Even on pizza?'

'Especially on pizza!'

":)))). Okay, pineapple boy. I mean I don't personally like pineapples, I think I might be allergic to them actually but still...my mom likes pineapple on pizza tho."

'Sorry to hear that ,what fruits do you like ?'

Really, ' what fruits do you like'? Oh my fucking God , I swear to-

He facepalmed himself before paying attention to your conversation once again.

'Well,um I like peaches,bananas and mango and green grapes. Man, now I crave a bowl of peaches.'

'Mother I crave PeAcHeS.'

'Lol, yeah. Violence too.'

'Oh?'

'My neighbours been having a fucking sex orgy from how loud they were. Motherfuckers planning a milk farm.'

'Oh my god-ahahaha'

You sighed as you imagine him laughing, your knees melting everytime you heard him chuckle incoherently when he fails to swipe the card. Someone so precious,damn you need to be illegal.

'Up to play today?' He asked you.

You bit your thumb's nail,did you? I mean sure but your nerves were already extended to the max. Yesterday you went through an anxiety attack, but...

"Fuck it."

'Sure, I will love to.'

':) I'll send you the invitation soon.'

You sighed loudly as you held the phone as if it was the anchor that kept you from floating away. Smiling like an idiot.

Definitely, no one is allowed to make me feel this way.

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You remained silent as you held in the pain from hitting your right knee on the chair's holders.

"Hello! Ghost?"

It was Corpse and he sounded excited,was it because of you? Nah, he is just in a better mood.

You couldn't except the idea of someone loving you truthfully as more than a friend, you couldn't let yourself believe you are worthy of such love ,not from an angel like him.

"Y-Yeah, hold on. Auch, fir-ai tu de scaun!" You cursed forgetting that your mic was on and that Corpse couldn't understand you.

"Ah, what?"

Aw,shit. Here we go again...

"H-Hi ah I mean ,hello. Yeah, hello...Corpse."

"Hello to you too goofball. What was that you said?"

"Umm..."

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"So you were basically cursing out a chair?"

"He hit me first."

"Honey, baby, a chair cannot hit you. It's just an object, a piece of furniture. "

"Easy for you to say, your chair didn't send you flying on numerous times."

You both laughed at the stupidity of the situation, you certainly didn't think that Corpse will be the one who will finally notice your ongoing drama with the chair.

"I am just saying , if I am found murdered, you know who to blame."

He rolled his eyes at you. Such a drama queen.

"Why did I thought you were American tho? Rae never mention anything about this and you even have an accent. "

"Is it Russian?"

"No, but it's there."

"Some people thought I have a lisp. I mean they are not wrong ,I have a gap in my teeth but still..."

"Probably, anyway ready to hang out with the rest?"

"Y-Yeah."

"Hey,hey. Calm down, I am nervous just like you."

"Even when you know them?"

You hated how vulnerable you sounded but he loved it every second because it meant you trust him to show your nervousness with him. To show a version some bitches may find pathetic, but not him. Never him.

"Well, it's not exactly easy to play when a beautiful woman is by your side."

Ah! You sneaky little-

"Well, that goes both ways you know? Now lead the way, gorgeous. I want to see just how flustered I can make you."

The Adam's apple in his neck trembled as he swallowed his shock, the voice changer did nothing to hide the flirtation and mischief in your tone. It only accentuated them.

"Y-Yes ,ma'am. "

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"BOOYAH! That's how you do it! Man ,Corpse I wish I could high five you."

You jumped back into your chair, basking in his sounds of happiness and the sounds of disappointment of the others.

"Oh,man!"

"Sucks to suck, Sykkuno."

Another wave of 'huh' send you laughing head back.

"Aw,man. Not you too, Corpse."

"YOU CORRUPTED HIM!" Pooki accused you.

"No comment. Anyway ,guys, I seriously need to sleep tomorrow I have a huge lesson to attend to."

"That's sucks."

"Tell me about it." You giggled, your hands clasped into each other." Goodnight, guys."

"But it's--"

Oops , sorry Grease.

You stretched, your legs and lower back hurting from sitting in the same crossed position for 2 and a half hours.

A bing brought you from the realm of thoughts. It was from Corpse.

'I hope you had fun playing with us. :)'

'I did! Thanks for inviting me.'

'Of course! Hey, umm... can I ask you something?'

You titled your head, what could he want at 3 in the morning?

'Can we talk more tomorrow?'

Oh.

'Of course. Got me worried there for a second, I thought I did something wrong. '

'What no! You are fine.'

'Okay :)). Night.💗'

He sent you a voice message.

"Good night, baby."

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Hey guys!💖

Hope you liked the fourth part of the serie. If you have any questions, ask away. Memes are obviously not mine, I don't have the talent.

Btw. What's your zodiac sign? Answer if you'll like.

Stay safe!💗

Tagged 💖: @moolujk @magenta-skyline @yoyoanaria @cherry-piee @simonsbluee @gaysludge @yikesyikesyikes95

[crystal-snowing]

well uh since your requests are opened,, i wanna request a very very fluffy felix imagine where felix & y/n has been dating for quite a bit and he wants to introduce you to the rest of sk. btw y/n was born in australia! (bc i as an aussie myself always cringes when i read sk fics about felix or chan saying that y/n wants to visit australia).. you don't have to do this if you don't have time ofc!! hope you had/have a great day!

a/n: you’re so cute anon and i’m sorry this is so late, but i hope you have a great day/night as well !

lee felix was the light of your life, and dating him for the past few months have been a true blessing.

the two of you actually met in secondary school, and it was safe to say that he has been your best friend ever since.

of course it hurt when he told you that he was leaving australia in order to pursue music in south korea—but you made him promise that the two of you would keep in contact.

and for the last three to four years that’s how everything seemed to work.

everything with felix just felt right, and no matter the time zone difference or how late you needed to stay up in order to see his smiling face on your cell phone screen it was all worth it.

it was on a visit back to australia when he finally confessed to you, the two of you have been falling for each other ever since middle school, and while long distance has been hard, you knew that you both would somehow make it work.

texts between the both of you were frequent and you both tried to call each other whenever both of your schedules allowed you to, but it wasn’t easy.

and there were times were you doubted him, and allowed your insecurities to get the best of you and made you consider breaking it off with him.

but somehow the two of you have made it work, and whenever you get to see him—whenever he came to visit, the two of you were practically glued to each other.

after all, he was your home.

it had to be no secret that the two of you were dating, the amount of time felix spent smiling and laughing at his phone was enough to make anyone suspicious.

the rest of the boys knew that there was something suspicious going on between him and someone else, but they knew better than to press him about it.

after hearing about stray kids’ world tour and the fact that felix was coming back to australia, you couldn’t stop yourself from texting him incessantly—excited to finally see him after all this time.

since the boys and his management didn’t know about you, it took an abundance of effort on his part to sneak away at night and visit your house.

he also put his parkour skills to great use, by scaling up the side of your house and crashing into your bedroom.

after cuddling, catching up with each other, and enjoying the feeling of his warmth and arms around your body, did he finally suggest that he introduce you to the rest of the boys.

this surprised you to say the least, causing you to untangle yourself from his embrace and look him in the eyes.

he had to be kidding, but instead of humor twinkling in his eyes, you found that he was looking back at you with complete sincerity—startling you and causing you to jump out of his embrace.

felix was barely a year into his dating ban and he already broke the rules by starting a relationship with you, and while you knew that he considered the boys like his second family, you still didn’t want to take the chance that one of them would tell jyp.

there was also the fact that felix was very close with his hyungs and you couldn’t bare the fact if they didn’t like you, in fact, it would absolutely devastate you—leaving you to wonder if felix would break up with you over this fact, and while you know that he wouldn’t be the type of person to do that, you couldn’t help but let your irrational fears get the best of you.

as if sensing your anxiety, he immediately wrapped you up in his embrace and pulled your head tightly against his chest.

“don’t worry, love, if i love you, there’s no way that they won’t love you too.”

which is how you found yourself in this situation, standing in front of chan’s home, where you all decided to meet, with one hand gripping on for dear life onto felix’s hand and the other wiping the sweat off on your jeans.

you were nervous to say the least, but there was no backing out now, and with one final squeeze of your hand, the door swung open to reveal chan, who welcomed you and felix happily into his home.

there you were greeted with the smiling faces of seven other boys who greeted you warmly, motioning for you to join them in one of their games.

but, before you could go anywhere, felix planted a chaste kiss on your cheek before introducing you to the members.

“and guys, this is my significant other, [y/n].”

like a family, the boys greeted you with open arms, and even though there was a slight language barrier, they treated you like family.

the rest of the night was filled with laughter and smiles, as the boys told you hilarious stories about felix, stories on tour and at the dorms that you missed.

and when it was finally time to say goodnight, you knew that they had no objections to you relationship with felix and that you had gained a new set of friends.

bonus:

“see, babe, i told you they would love you,” felix laughed, walking down the street with his hand linked with your own.

the air was warm, the perfect summer night, as the stars twinkled above you.

“i know, i know, but your friends are great—even when i was given the ‘don’t mess with felix or you’ll get hurt’ speech eight times tonight, i still love them.”

felix turned to look at you, his hand over his heart, pretending to be offended by your statement.

“you love them, even more than me?”

instead of answering him, you flashed him smile and a wink before running down the block, as he chased after you—his laughter filling the quiet night air.

[moonraccoon-exe]

(1)Btw Coonie, I'm crying at that last post. Those tags, Coonie please don't berate yourself. I know I'm the last person who has the right to say anything like this. Remember one of my firts asks? About Ignis and Gladio with the self worth issues? And I said I wasn't doing well? I never told you how bad it was. I was suicidal, Coonie. I wanted to take my own life that day. I still struggle with things every day. Bad BG, I tell myself. BG screwing everything up as usual. TBC

Ah…my own words against me, smacking me like a shovel in the face. Like I needed, that’s the best part, hahaha!

*sigh* Wow…I’m sitting here speechless. Yesterday I had my answers, but I wanted to wait for today when I was in a less negative color. And now that I sit here, dealing a little better with the guilt and this situation, I can just smile and tear up at the same time and I’m not sure how to react.

I’ll add a read more, buddy, hope it doesn’t bother you.

Like Peridot, I owe you an apology. More than one, and not the sort where I hate on myself; just an apology, not because I think I did wrong and I’m this and that, just because I do owe it.

I’m sorry that you projected yourself there. All I’ve tried to do when it’s the case is to help people to help themselves to heal. Projecting and bringing back a bad side of yourself that hurts you, that’s not help at all. I want you to project the better side, the one that’s always there and you just neglect sometimes, not the one you already know. 

I’m sorry I made you cry, whether because of how you projected yourself there or because it saddened you to see me talking that way. I thank you for the concern, but I’m sorry for the possible tears and the pinch in the heart. I didn’t mean to talk about myself like that.

And lastly I’m sorry I did talk about myself like that. Again, this isn’t the “I’m sorry I’m an idiot :(” sort of apology, it’s the objective “I’m sorry, I was an idiot.” You’re not selfish by accepting the apology, as I’m not doing wrong giving it, and you know that. 

What can I say?

Thank you for opening up to me about your intimacy. But I’m profoundly sorry it had to be like this; that what I said was awful enough to drive you to open up about this, maybe as some sort of last resource. I’m sorry I drove you there, but I thank you nonetheless for doing it. Reaching out to me was already incredible enough, but doing it with this intimacy, I’m not sure I deserve it, and I thank you profoundly, as intimate, for it. Thank you for sharing this, I know it must have been terribly hard.

You’re not the last person who has the right to say all of this; it’s because you KNOW these thoughts that you’re one of the best to have said something on it. That you haven’t gotten over your sadness/depression doesn’t mean you can’t encourage someone about it. Just because Sam is ten meters from the surface doesn’t mean he can’t encourage Jerry to swim up his two meters, and be happy about it, to give you a bad example parallel to the one yesterday. Your own words against you now! :)

I’m sorry you were suicidal, buddy. That’s a very hard thing to digest…and it only reminds me how glad I am that you’re here. In my blog, I mean. What would I have been without that little ray of sunshine and warmth? Maybe not suicidal, but less happy, that’s for sure. You add to my joy, with both silly and not silly things.

So thank you for not leaving, for not having done that. The world is so pretty with you in it, and there’s so many wonders for you yet to see and discover and hear, you don’t want to miss any of that, do you? Besides, on the selfish side, you make me happy. And like I told you, you’re a good person; why would you take a good heart like you away from the planet whenit most needs of kindness and good? 

Thank you for existing and living, Breakfast Girl. You don’t need to do anything “big” or in society’s “protocol” to be more than worth it. I forgot the saying in english, but I like a lot a phrase that I want you to take:

“It’s good to be great, but it’s greater to be good.”

:)

University diplomas, an “important” career, money, beauty…pscht. They’re good, yes, but you don’t NEED them to be good. Being great goes beyond what we’re expected to be, or what we’re told that it is. The greatest “Great” is being good. And you are, buddy. You’re a good person; kind, and sweet, and caring. With a heart the size of jupiter. 

I don’t know why you listen to those ugly thoughts, but I think they’re allbullshit and wrong. They see you from the inside, and have you tried to see from inside a skull? IT’S DARK! YOU CAN’T SEE FROM THERE, WHAT DO THOSE THOUGHTS KNOW, THEY CAN’T EVEN SEE YOU! >:(

But I can. And I don’t mean visually, I can see you even better than that; precisely because I can’t see you visually is that it’s easier to /sense/ you. And I sense a good heart, kind, and a bit broken, but not beyond repair. Just gotta fill those cracks with some gold, and it’ll be prettier than it used to be. :)

So next time those thoughts come you shrug them off and remember they’re just throwing insults in the dark. Wtf brain you’re inside my skull, you can’t see ME, so fuck off! You’ll say next time, and again and again whenever they appear. You’ll see how realizing that what the bully is saying is bully-shit, it loses any damage it has on you, and bully gets tired of doing it so it just leaves. :)

I digressed ( ´ ▽ ` )

I do am a bit scared that that anon I was rude to was in a delicate situation too; I don’t know what I’ll do if I know I worsened a depression or someone’s issue with self-worth or confidence. That’s what’s got me so petrified and terribly guilty; I know that it remains a safe place for everyone else, but what I concern about is that one person. Like, I don’t worry about my blog, 95% of my followers didn’t see that post, and the other 5% understand I was in a collapse, so my blog and myself are in no risk.

But what about that one person? Feeling attacked, like they bothered me, maybe even hurt. Hurt, very surely. That’s my concern, not my blog as much.This IS and will always be a safe place, for everyone, except that oneperson, and that’s what worries me. I can accept they dislike me from now on and such, I don’t mind, I just want to know they are okay. :’(

Your entry really did smack realization into me like a train running over my face out of nowhere. And I needed that. You’ve knocked sense into me, and honestly I can’t thank you enough. 

It’s like I told Peridot in an ask just some minutes ago; feeling guilt is normal, but I can’t let it eat me out like this. There’s a difference between having a wound and having a wound that I constantly poke and make worse. That it hurts, it hurts, but it’s on me to decide how much it will do so, if naturally, or worsened just because I wanted to worsen it. 

I think that I’ve done my part. While I don’t justify any sort of harm, I’ve already explained my emotional collapse more than once, and maybe it won’t justify it but it’ll explain it. That the other person decides to understand or not, it’s not on me to control. I’ve apologized, more than once. I’ve offered the apology; that the other person takes it or not, that’s not on my control. 

I’ve done all I could, the rest is none for me to do or control. And while it does drive me crazy sometimes, I’ve done what I could, and I should learn to be at peace with that enough, let the wound heal as it shall, and stop poking it.

You’re right; I’m doing more good than bad. Poking the wound and letting myself stay in this state and worse will only rot me from the inside, and then, for the one mistake I did, I’ll stop doing the other 99 good things, and that can’t be. It was wrong to have done that mistake, but it’s precisely because it was wrong that I should be learning to not do it again instead of letting that murder the rest of the good things.

I’m doing my best, my own way. I can’t be perfect; every hero, as small or great as they are, slips once, twice, a couple times, but a slip doesn’t mean they didn’t walk those other hundreds of steps successfuly.

*deep breath*

I’ve rambled a lot here, Breakfast Girl, a lot of what I’ve been trying to think lately, so this is full of little and big mantras, hahahaha. Lots of thoughts that try to put me at peace. But some if not all wouldn’t have settled properly in my head had you not made me write them down properly.

So thank you, buddy. Thanks a lot, thanks greatly, thanks enormously. This time it’s me who doesn’t have the correct or enough words to say thanks, or how this has helped me. 

See how you don’t need to be on the surface to encourage someone to continue swimming upwards? 

((if I could, as a 30 cm tall klutz of a raccoonie, so can you, right? You keeeeep sssswimming! :) ))

How do I say thanks enough, BG, buddy? I don’t think I can. Just know that I’m very, immensely grateful, from deep within my heart. :)

Thank you, thank you, thank you.

May the stars give you three times as you’re giving to me, all this kindness, care, support, and, mostly, all this love and happiness. I’m not religious, but I’ll still ask the stars and dear cosmos to help me with those good vibes to enlighten your life as it deserves to be enlightened.

Thank you, buddy. And think that if you had taken your life that day, you wouldn’t have knocked sense in this raccoonie yesterday/today, and this raccoonie would be struggling 100 times more with the current sadness. You’re not saving my life only beecause I’m not suicidal, but hell, are you helping me. And the best part is that you’re not pushing me up; you’re smacking my face and making me realize I can stand up myself. Which I think is better, and more helpful. 

What I want to say, buddy, is that this single situation and event and this single one thing you’ve done, didn’t make you great; it showed how great you already are. Because you’re great because you’re good. Worded as I worded it; read that last sentence again if you need to understand it better. :)

I hate to hit that Post button because I feel I still need to write 1,000 more Thank Yous, but if I did that I’d never finish, haha!

Thank you, thank you, and thank you again, buddy.

I hope you’re having a most fantastic day. :)

[159potterhead]

I hope it boosted serotonin <3<3 Everytime you say hibernation I assume you have a cave like something to hide and go to sleep where you can cut yourself off from the world. I hope your appointment goes well ✨✨ (that's good! take your time off)

Let me think about more rules🤔🤔 okay, so, we can start with basics, you know there's this thing, I hope you've heard about it; bros before hoes, so I'm thinking for clowns it should be something like this but I can't settle on one thing so I'll put here all the options and you can help me out or any of your followers who's reading this and has a better idea can also chime in.

Clowns before towns (we can use hometown and clown before gown but this doesn't makes sense or Clown before Crown. Idk these all rhymes you can also put any other word which makes sense in the sentence)

No. I love you more!!💖✨💕😘

I need to think about this more, it's like a deep question and idk the type of answer you're looking but for but for now I'll answer with this thing my mind went straight to when I read the question; I like looking at the moon, it gives me this whole different kind of feelings yk and I think people should appreciate it more. I have read this quote long long back somewhere and it's still stuck with me, now, I don't remember the exact words but it goes like this; if you ever feel lonely just look up at the moon because someone out there in the world is also staring at the moon at exactly the same time.(That feels a little comforting to me and I wish more people knew that so I'm sharing this here)

(This quote is something different which boosts my thought process more and call me sappy but everytime I look at the moon I get lost thinking if the theory of multiverse is ture than there are plenty of galaxies out there and someone in that galaxy on some random planet might also be staring at the sky and they might be looking at me so that also amazes me a lot.) I would also love to know your take on this question. It's pretty great question where do you even find these??

It's been ages since I watched sunrise (it's been 6 years I think🤔) I can only imagine how beautiful it was. You describing the sunrise reminds of this scene in my fic where Dean and Cas are sitting on the patio early morning and watching sunrise. (Oh! God! This song! I searched your lyrics on Google to find the name and then I was listening to it on Spotify and I was like I've heard this before. Then I went on yt and I found out it was played in the office. Thanks again for the song😍😍)

🎶So she took her love for to gaze a while upon the fields of barley in his arms she fell as her hair came down among the fields of gold🎶

it did<3<3 ahah, assuming the way I dig myself way too deep in my duvet ig it’s safe to say I do live in a cave😂 thankss it did!! (and you too btw. if you’re busy or if you ever dont feel like sending something or you don’t have the energy to do so, that is absolutely okay. just shoot me a quick ask to lmk so I don’t go worrying)

ahahah I loooove this!! let’s go😆

yooo clowns before crowns is epic!!

no me😚💞✨💖💘

woah babe, is it possible I love you more? omg that is so true!! I love that so much🥺 maybe I can go look at the moon rn and you go do it too, then we’ll meet<3 i’ll be sure to lay with you on our rooftop every night and you tell me all about your friend, the moon. yk, this is another soulmate bingo point, I’m obsessed with the stars. I could literally sit there for hourssss just admiring the nightsky and making out constellations. and you love the brightest object in the nightsky. the moon and the stars... how poetic of us. and I agreeee, it is comforting yeahhh❤️✨

(listen, I will call you sappy so affectionately cause we are indeed two halves of a whole sap<3 plus the more sappy and deeply sentimental you get when you talk, the more I find you cute, so keep going😂💞 woooooow wifey, your thoughts themselves are from another galaxy!! I am so in love with you and the way you perceive the world, pls marry me. these really are things that people should appreciate more, and i’m so glad they amaze and fascinate you😚) aha Idk how I came up with them, I guess I am your other sappy half;) if you’ve got more questions like these, shoot. hmm, for me, honestly I would second your answer. sure there are sooo many things that are not really appreciated nor romanticized much, and the moon and stars are some of them. one thing is photos and videos. nowadays everything is being recorded. and what I honestly don’t like is that when I ask my friends to take a pic for example, they always pull out snapchat and put filters and take forever to pose and then deleting it and doing it over and over again (I don’t have it for this reason), all for a simple pic to preserve this memory. I see that capturing raw spontaneous moments is becoming such a rarity, and it’s kinda bad cause for example you get like ten photos and two videos of you and your friends hanging out when you could’ve just gotten one photo to cherish the memory. I think this is a reason why I absolutely love releasing the shutter and hearing the click of instant cameras. cause that picture has been taken and no matter how it turns out, there’s nothing you can do about it. and almost always there is someone in the pic that wasn’t ready, so this way it turns out even more spontaneous. idk, I understand there are so many people who’d fully disagree with me, and I get that.

WOAH SIX YEARS???? babe get ready I’m picking you up for a therapy session with the morning sky. it was really beautiful, not as beautiful as you though;) omg you’re kidding!!! I love😆 see, we really are dean and cas👀 (it was? awesome!!! it’s a really great song ikr😍! anytime my beloved🥰)

🎶if I say a cliche, it's cause I mean it. we can't walk away, we gotta get in between it. and when you wake up we'll grow together, so don't you give up🎶💕