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tgirlwithreverb · 1 year ago

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I saw that post about what to do if you're homeless again (the one that starts by telling you to spend all of your money on motel rooms lmao) anyway, here's a few thoughts, specifically for trans girls, cuz I don't really care otherwise tbh:

1) plan ahead, most trans girls are in precarious housing situations, you will have a much easier time when it falls apart if you already have a pack with most of the gear you need in it. Also, if you find yourself in a situation where you cant make rent, dont pay part of it, spend that money on gear, pocket the rest and leave, youll have a much nicer time. Look up your local eviction laws, you have plenty of time. (Gear list at the end)

2) travel! If you're in Arizona in May, leave. it's about to be hot as hell. If you're in Michigan in October, leave. It's about to be cold as hell. If you're in a big city, leave. It's way easier to be homeless pretty much anywhere else. Amtrak is cheaper and more comfortable than greyhound, hitchhiking is free and easy, if you're alone it's not that much slower than the previous two, and it's more fun, and sometimes people buy you food or whatever or give you money. I promise it's not scary and you're entirely capable of doing it, no matter who you are. 95+% of people who will pick you up are very nice. All you have to do is take the bus out of town, as far down the highway you can, to an exit with a truck stop if possible, then just stand on the side of the road with your thumb out until someone picks you up. You can stand at the bottom of the ramp(on the highway) near where the merge lane ends or at the top of the ramp(where there's usually a traffic light), the former is more likely to lead to cop interactions but will maybe get you a ride faster, check on hitchwiki for how the cops are in the area. don't be afraid to take a commuter bus or Amtrak to get out of a shitty cop area

3) skip shelters if you can (they are very occasionally a decent place to get stuff from) and encampments, good places to sleep include the trees near railroad tracks or highways, wooded areas behind shopping centers, sections of parks without paths, overgrown empty lots. Hang a tarp above you if there's an appreciable chance of rain, there's tons of YouTube tutorials on how to do this, maybe I'll make a post about what I usually do some day. There are many habits more fun than motel rooms, save your money for them lmao.

4) get on food stamps. This is easier in some places than others, but it makes the whole thing a lot easier. Just tell them you're homeless, if they don't give you a card the same day, you can probably ask to pick it up from that office, alternatively some drop in centers/day shelters can receive mail for you, or you can have it sent to general delivery(USPS service, look it up)

7) libraries are great for charging your phone and using wifi, but also keep an eye out, plenty of random outlets on the outsides of buildings are also powered

5) dumpster. sidewalk trash cans, Aldi, Einstein's, trader Joe's, pizza places, etc. You need to develop a bit of a sense for it but it's an easy way to get cooked food or travelling food or expensive food without spending resources. Also it's fun.

6) water is free, go into the bathroom of any gas station or grocery store in America(offer not valid in most big cities or on the west coast, but in that case just go to the library) and fill up your water bottle

8) hygiene notes: truckers get free showers from chain truck stops(loves, pilot/flying j) go there and ask them. convenient if you're hitchhiking, also you don't need to shower 3 times a day, really, you'll survive. Ditto with deodorant. Take care of your teeth though. Take your socks off every. day. Change them consistently. Safety razors give a good shave, work well without adequate water pressure, and the replacement blades are very stealable, they're kind of heavy though. Walmart makes these electric razors for women that take AA batteries and are pretty light but give a worse shave, also they kinda go through batteries, pick whatever works for you(cartridge razors suck)

9) traveling food notes: peanut butter is great, tortillas and bagels travel pretty well, tuna packets are pretty good protein for traveling(the ones with rice and beans or whatever are nice since theyre often the same price as the regular), condiment packets are free, hot sauce makes everything better, and mayo goes well with tuna and has a bunch of calories in it, salad dressing packets are free from truck stops and work well turning the Walmart shredded vegetable packages (labeled for making into slaw, next to the bagged salads) into a salad with real vegetables(not iceberg lettuce) in it or mixing in with tuna packets for even more calories than mayo

Gear world:

Necessary items(in order of importance): a gallon of water carrying capacity(an Arizona jug or other twist top jug is conventional, but a bladder+arizona bottles also works), a tarp(larger than 6'x9', not brightly colored), a hank of parachord, a sleeping bag (20° rated, synthetic insulation), a backpack with a padded hip belt(at least 50L, no more than 75), rain gear(a rain poncho might cover your pack too, a rain jacket can help with wind when its cold, a trash bag inside or outside your pack can keep it dry, a plan to watch the weather and not get caught also works), a z-fold foam sleeping pad, three pairs of socks, two pairs of underwear (at least one pair of boxer breifs strongly recommended if you arent incredibly skinny), a decent pair of shoes with good arch support, a functional jacket(skip if you got a rain jacket before), a base layer(wool or poly, absolutely no cotton)

Convenient items: a sleeping bag liner(cotton free, keeps you warm in winter and cool in summer), gallon zip locks to pack your stuff in(helps keep it dry and organized), no more than one change of clothes(as light as possible), a multi-tool(can opener, pliers, wire cutter), lighter(burning rope ends etc), spoon, floss and needles for patching

#anyway #not all encompassing or whatever #feel free to add your own tips but ill make fun of you if theyre stupid

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prisonhannibal · 2 months ago

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These are messages between me and my friend Nader @abdalsalam1990 on friday (1st of november 2024) after I asked about his day. Screenshots posted with permission from Nader, so that he can share in his words what he’s going through. Thankfully he told me the bombings calmed down a little on saturday, and they were able to stay. But Nader’s family has already been displaced nine times, and it could happen again at any time. They urgently need to get out of Gaza when the border opens because his father Ahmed has cancer and needs treatment outside of Gaza, and his niece, Iman, who’s only one year old is suffering from malnutrition. Can you even imagine how terrifying it is that the funds you’re saving up for evacuation once the border opens again are the same ones you have to spend to even survive that long?

While fearing for their lives from heavy bombings, Nader and his family still have to worry about the cost of transportation to be able to evacuate. Prices are sky high in gaza, for example a kilo of tomatoes costs €40. On top of that, it’s getting colder fast. The family doesn’t have adequate clothing or blankets and need to buy it. When you have the opportunity to help this family survive the winter and feed themselves until they’re finally able to get to safety, when you can relieve their stress about money in a war zone, why wouldn’t you?

Please help Nader’s family. If you can’t donate, listening to his story and sharing it will help it reach the people who can. I’ve been in daily contact with him for a month now, and Nader works so hard every day to get help for his family, please make sure he knows that the world hasn’t forgotten them and that people are still listening and care. It will give him and his family the hope and motivation to continue this work. No one should have to do this to survive, especially not a seventeen year old boy. Your donation can help take this weight off his shoulders so that he can pursue his hope and dreams of going to university and so he can finally sleep safely without the sound of bombs all night.

This campaign is number 4 on this spreadsheet.

€30,180 raised out of €50,000, we are so so close to the short term goal of €33,000, they need only €2,820 to be two thirds to their goal. Will you donate to help this family survive and get to safety? ❤️🇵🇸

Can you join me and match my donation of €15? ❤️ every donation makes a difference, even if it’s less than that it matters

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ghazimekawi · 1 month ago

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Hello from the stricken Gaza to the people of the world and those with compassionate hearts.

https://gofund.me/f52d7a73

My name is Ghazi Ali Mekawi. I study fourth-level laboratory medicine at Al-Azhar University.

My family and I represent one peaceful family living in the Sheikh Radwan area in the Gaza Strip. Before the war, we were a happy family, although we lived in constant anxiety about unemployment and the difficulty of living.

https://gofund.me/f52d7a73

Sleep was elusive, and thoughts of the next day and how to make ends meet were always on our minds. But after the war, sleep became an unsafe refuge, and thoughts revolved around whether we would survive to see the next day or perish like hundreds of our friends who were exterminated. We sleep and wake up, waiting for our turn in the endless waterfall of blood.

https://gofund.me/f52d7a73

When the war on Gaza began on October 7, 2023, my relatives and uncles took refuge in our house, thinking that it was the safe house, and 5 days after their displacement to us, the occupation carried out a brutal and violent bombardment on the neighborhood next to us. On the morning of Friday, 10/13/2023, the Zionist occupation called my older brother, asking him to escape, evacuate all the buildings of the entire neighborhood, and head to the south of the Gaza Strip. It was very suspicious and scary and we didn't know where to turn. We had to evacuate. I had to flee with my family to a safe area, leaving behind my neighborhood, my home, my shops, my work, my memories, literally everything. We took refuge with our relatives in Al-Maghazi camp, and 12 days after we were displaced, on 10/25/2023, the occupation bombed the bakery opposite the house in which we were displaced, and I was injured in my foot. On the left side and an injury, my brother suffered minor burns to her face, and the house became partially destroyed, but it is the only shelter we have, so we restored what we could to live in the house as much as possible. On November 4, 2023, warplanes targeted the bakery after it was destroyed again. Thank God, none of us were injured, and nothing was done here. We were able to restore, but we cleaned and sat down because there was no other place, and on the morning of Wednesday, January 3, 2024, the occupation made a sudden ground entry into Al-Maghazi camp, and here we were surrounded and we could not leave the house. There was no water, food or any other necessities of life. We just sat and heard the sounds of shelling, bullets and missiles. We are waiting for our turn to come. Until Sunday morning, January 7, 2024, we miraculously managed to leave Al-Maghazi under bombardment and took refuge in Rafah. I had no one or relatives there, and we built a tent to shelter me and my family.

On May 28, 2024, we were displaced for the sixth time after nights and days of violent bombing on tents in Rafah’s Mawasi. They were displaced and we did not know where to run.

https://gofund.me/f52d7a73

I cannot describe the situation adequately; I think you've seen enough on the Internet. I lost my home, my shops, my family's source of income, and I was left with nothing. I have lost many friends over the past four months. However, I feel nothing but complete helplessness and inability to help my family. The feeling of helplessness is humiliating and painful, as negative thoughts dominate your thoughts, such as thinking about suicide or wishing for death to escape this feeling. But here I am breathing again and thinking of positive solutions in the face of crushing death. I'm trying to cling to life.

I hope you will read the story from my perspective, from the perspective of a 22-year-old young man trying to save what is left of his family and himself. In the end, I wish eternal peace to prevail in this world, and for every being on this earth.

Your donations will help me and my family leave Gaza, complete education, and start building my future again. We need to pay at least 50 thousand US dollars to exit Gaza through Egypt. Every donation makes a difference.

https://gofund.me/f52d7a73

Your friend,

Ghazi Ali Mekawi

#charities #crowdfunding #donate #donations #fundraising #gofundme #philanthropy #planned parenthood #volunteering #1950s

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whatsk-poppinhomies · 2 years ago

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Pairing : idol!Kim Seungmin x F!Reader TW : pregnancy ; unmentioned pregnancy complications ; Seungmin is a jerk ; Changbin is a really good friend ; general angst ; Word Count : 2.9k Request : AHHH THANK YOU!! im happy that you like my request🥺🥺🥺🤍 hm bang chan would be good! he’s my bias after all HAHHAH buttt honestly speaking, i’d more than love to read about seungmin’s, minho’s or felix’s too <3 take your time!!! A/N : Finally making Seungmins in the angsty skz dad series!! (If you all want to read for anymore of the members, let me know!!)

There was a distance growing between you and Seungmin, one that you attributed to his busy schedule and his lack of adequate sleep, the constant practice and promotions, it had taken a toll on him and it looked as though it were slowly starting to take a toll on the relationship as well.

That’s why the little stick that you held in your hand felt more like a saving grace, it was something that would save your relationship, it would bring Seungmin closer to you. The both of you had talked occasionally about starting a family together in the future, and while it wasn’t that far off in the future, you felt like things would be okay. You loved each other, that’s what mattered. You hoped that maybe he’d get a couple days off to spend with you while you both processed the news together and started to plan things out, you were really hoping for that.

He walked through the front door and before you could even open your mouth to say hi, he was walking to the bedroom. “Min!” You called out to him, and you heard the heavy sigh escape him before he turned around to face you, leaning against the wall and staring at you with no expression at all. “Aren’t you hungry? Have you eaten yet?” It wasn’t what was originally supposed to be said, but the way he was looking at you had you backing down almost instantly.

“I ate with Hyunjin and Chan before I came home. I’m fine.” He grumbled, turning back around to go into the room, but you called for him again, desperate to hold his attention just a little longer, at least long enough to get out what you needed to say. “What? I’m really tired, Y/N, just say it.”

He was so short fused nowadays, you weren’t sure what happened today that had him so annoyed, but you were hoping that the announcement would have him softening up. “I’m pregnant, Min…” You whispered, and even under his cold gaze, you couldn’t ward off the smile that crept to your lips and tugged at the corners.

“Congratulations.” He mumbled, and your smile slowly dropped as you took a step closer to him, his lack of emotion was absolutely terrifying right now to you. “Did you tell Changbin already?” The question had you pausing, your head tilting to the side, wondering why he was brought up right now. “I’ll congratulate him tomorrow too.”

“Wh-What are you talking about?” You quizzed, grabbing onto his shirt to keep him from walking away. “Seungmin stop!” You pleaded when he tried to pull away, your eyes already welling with tears as you tugged against his shirt once more. “What are you talking about… seriously…” You tried not to whine, but you couldn’t help it. This was supposed to be a special moment, but it was all spiraling down and you didn’t even understand why.

“Stop fucking pretending just once!” He said sternly, grabbing your hand, and although his anger was palpable, his touch was still gentle as he moved your hand off of him. “I know what’s going on, and I thought that maybe, just maybe you’d finally be honest. I guess not.” He huffed, running his hand through his hair as he back stepped away from you. “I see the way you are together… I’m not stupid… I didn’t say anything… Because he’s my hyung and I tried to ignore it but…” His teeth gritted together as his eyes squeezed shut, his cheeks and his nose turning red as he tried to hold back his tears. “But I can’t ignore this… I fucking can’t.”

You weren’t even given a chance to deny it as he brushed past you, heading right back out the door he had just come through. How could he think… How could he assume such a thing? You were devastated, you were furious, and now you were alone… Left on your own to raise a baby that you thought would put all the pieces back together. You just didn’t know how scattered those pieces were.

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Work was beyond awkward and the tension was excruciating for all the other members who had not a single idea about what was going on. The only person who thought he knew what was going on was Seungmin, but his frame of thought couldn’t be further from the truth. It didn’t help though that after he had walked out, you had called none other than Changbin to come over and talk to you.

Bin was one of your best friends, and apparently that meant that the two of you were together, even though most of your conversations with him before all of this happened had been about Seungmin. Hell, even now your conversations were about Seungmin because you couldn’t stop thinking about him, especially now that his child was growing inside of you.

Changbin knew what was really going on, and he was absolutely livid. He wanted to talk to Seungmin, but you were adamant that he didn’t. Seungmin would either figure shit out on his own and come around, or he just wouldn’t, and you knew that Changbin coming to him would only make things worse.

“Did you eat today?” Changbin called as he walked through the front door, carrying a bag of take out in one arm as he pushed the door shut with his other. “I hope you didn’t because I got a bunch of your favorites and we’re gonna chow down!” He cheered, kicking off his shoes and running over to the couch where you were sitting.

“Did you bring that one drink from the office? You know the one you had yesterday that you told me not to drink but I took a little sip and it was really good so I finished it and then told you that it spilled because you were wondering where it was?” You rambled on, taking a deep breath once you had finished the question, your smile so sweet as your hands clasped in front of you, but Changbins eyes went wide as he stared at you.

“You drank it?” He squeaked, his bottom lip jutting out as he playfully pouted. You quickly apologized and his pout quickly faded, turning into a bright smile, pulling you into a hug. “It’s alright shmooks, big boy is just like his dad and can’t go without his americano.”

At the mention of your son's father your shoulders slumped, your throat tightening. Any mention of Seungmin had you on the verge of tears, and Changbin quickly shook his head, running his hands up and down your arms to try to calm you. “I’m sorry… I shouldn’t have brought him up…” He quickly stated, his face getting closer to yours to make sure that no tears had formed yet. “I’ll bring you home one of the drinks tomorrow… Let’s just forget all about this, eat all of this very yummy and very expensive food, and we can rewatch your favorite movie for the fifth time in a row this week.”

You snorted softly, rolling your eyes at the number he had given as you lightly pushed against him. “It hasn’t been five times… It’s like… Seven. And I’m going for eight, so pass me the remote and I’ll get it started up. Remember, take your bathroom break now because I hate pausing it.”

“Pfft!” Changbin sounded, grabbing the bags of take out off the coffee table and placing them on the couch between the both of your legs. “Says the one who has to pause the movie every fifteen minutes to run to the bathroom.” He teased, and you quickly forgot about the Seungmin comment, mainly because you had to keep swatting Changbins hand out of your bag to stop him from stealing your fries. Having Changbin around was a nice way to forget about what a mess your life was right now. He was the greatest friend, he was like a brother to you, and you were thankful that even though you and Seungmin were on the outs, Changbin had decided to stay in your corner, to help you get through this time.

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“You never talk about Y/N…” Hyunjin said, the comment coming from seemingly nowhere, he himself came from out of nowhere as Seungmin made his way to the small cafe in the office, trying his best to avoid Hyunjins prying comments. “I haven’t heard you even mention her the past six months… That’s crazy… I haven’t seen her at the dorms either.” Hyunjin paused for a moment, and Seungmin quickly picked up his speed, hoping that he’d get away from his hyung before any more questions were asked, but Hyunjin started sprinting to catch up. “Don’t tell me you guys broke up… You two were the cutest! Oh man… No wonder you haven’t been smiling as much… Dammit. What happened?”

“Oh my god!” Seungmin groaned loudly, coming to a sudden halt to whip around and face Hyunjin. “We broke up! Yes! I’m sure it was a mutual agreement considering she’s pregnant… And the kid isn’t mine… It’s Changbins and I wasn’t going to keep pretending that everything was okay and be a father to a kid that isn’t mine. Okay?! Does that answer all of your questions?!” He took a deep breath, shoving his hands into the pockets of his sweatpants as he started walking again, feeling Hyunjins presence right behind him, clearly following him still. “Look, I don’t care if you follow me… Just… Don’t bring her up. It still hurts to talk about her.”

Hyunjin nodded slowly, but he was quiet, too quiet, and Seungmin knew that the silence meant that he was thinking, and he seemed like he was thinking a little bit too hard. His tongue clicked against the roof of his mouth as he shook his head. “It just doesn’t make any sense… I know you don’t want to talk about her but… She just doesn’t seem like she’d do something like that to you, and I know Changbin wouldn’t do that.” The last thing Seungmin wanted to hear were excuses made to make you and Changbin seem innocent, especially from someone who didn’t even know the full story. “Seriously! Seungmin, listen!”

“No, I don’t think I want to.” Seungmin muttered, walking as fast as he could down the hall, but Hyunjin wasn’t the best at taking hints, especially when he felt like he had something to say. “For the love of god, will you stop! You of all people would know considering you live in the same dorm as him. She was always over there! Stop trying to protect them!”

“You’re right! I do know, because I do live in the same dorm!” Hyunjin retorted, keeping up the same pace as Seungmin, completely passing by the cafe, now wandering aimlessly through the halls as they argued. “She came over all the time to talk to him about you! The last couple times she sounded upset… Saying that it seemed like you were pulling away and she didn’t know why… And Changbin told her that it was probably just the stress from getting ready for the comeback. They were like siblings, we couldn’t get them to shut up… And the very last time… Oh my god, it’s all adding up now!” Hyunjins eyes went wide and his mouth fell open, his hands gripping onto Seungmins shoulders. “The last time she came over, she was asking Changbin about how he thought you’d react if she told you she was pregnant. She said she wasn’t sure yet if she was… But Changbin said that you’d be excited… And she said… She said she’d take a test the next morning… And I haven’t… Seen her since… Oh… My… GOD! You idiot!”

Why would Hyunjin lie? He had no reason to… He would gain absolutely nothing if he helped fix the relationship… That’s how Seungmin knew he was being honest. “Oh… Shit, what do I do? You’re a romantic guy, come on, help me out!” Now he was panicking. He didn’t know the first thing to do, especially considering he had been actively ignoring you for six excruciatingly long months.

“Dude… This is way different than forgetting a birthday or an anniversary… You denied your child and then, on top of that, accused her of cheating and claimed the baby was someone else’s, and not just any someone… But one of the other guys! You can’t just buy her roses and be like sorry! This requires communication.” Hyunjin patted Seungmins shoulder with gritted teeth, wincing ever so slightly. “Good luck.”

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Changbin stood in your kitchen, your apron wrapped around his waist as he worked on making lunch for you. Neither he, nor you, were expecting any guests, which is why he was so confused when he heard the rapid knock at the door. It was probably another package, you did enjoy doing online shopping for the baby when you couldn’t sleep at night, and the delivery man probably knocked so hard to get someone’s attention. It was about to rain, and a soaking package was the absolute worst.

He didn’t bother to take off the apron as he rushed to the door and threw it open, his hands already outstretched to receive the package, but all he got was the view of a very nervous Seungmin. “So… This is… Where you’ve been all week…?” Seungmin questioned as he looked Changbin over, eyeing the pink ruffled apron before moving his eyes back up to meet his hyungs.

“Yes. I’ve been helping her, and I know what you’ve been thinking this entire time, and I just want you to know that you’re wrong. I might be able to be cordial with you while we’re working… But I’m pissed…” Changbin said, flexing his muscles in the doorway as if to block Seungmin from getting inside. “You need to go now, she doesn’t need this kind of stress.”

Seungmin refused to move though, he refused to leave, standing like a statue on the front porch as he glared at his hyung. “What are you? Her dad? Just move, she’s carrying my kid, I have the right to see her.” He tried to push past Changbin, but it proved pointless against the much stronger man who simply pushed him back with a sarcastic chuckle.

“Oh, so now you accept the fact that it’s your kid.” Changbin snarkily retorted, closing the front door as softly as he could behind him before leading Seungmin off the porch to stand in the middle of the yard. “You don’t even know what she’s having. You don’t know what her number one craving was during the entire pregnancy. You don’t know how much she cried… How much she still cries over you… You don’t know anything and now you just decide to come back six months later? You’re a little too late, Seungmin.”

“Why…? Why am I late?” It was a question that Changbin hadn’t been expecting, but Seungmin needed answers, he needed any and every answer he could get right now. “Are you two… Together? Is that what happened? Is that what this is? Huh?!” His voice was gradually growing louder, and Changbins hand shot out to cover Seungmins mouth, much to the younger man's surprise.

“See, that’s your problem. Even now, you just can’t let it go.” Even though his voice sounded calm, his physical demeanor showed just how stressed, just how angry he was. “You’re like my brother, I’d never do something like that to you… And she’s literally like my sister… I love her and I care about her… And I care about the baby… Which is why I can’t let you in right now. She’s not doing well, and she can’t handle the stress.”

As if on queue, dark clouds rolled in across the sky, completely blocking the sun as the rain started to come down. It didn’t even start as a drizzle, it went from clear skies to a complete downpour in an instant. “What do you mean she’s not doing well? Just… tell me that much… Please… Is she going to be okay? Will the baby be okay?”

“I wish you cared this much six months ago…” Changbin muttered, running his hand through his rain soaked hair as he sighed heavily. “I have to make her lunch… I’ll tell you about it later, I’ll call you.” And it wasn’t like he was being given any other options, his only choice was to go back home and wait for Changbins call. He just had one more question.

“Hyung…” Seungmin called out as Changbin walked up the stairs, causing him to stop at the center of the porch, not even turning around. “Is it a girl or a boy…?”

“It’s a boy…” Changbin answered softly, the answer being carried to Seungmin through the wind that whipped around him from the storm. He said nothing else as he went back inside, leaving Seungmin to stand alone in the center of the yard.

A son. He had always wanted a boy, he had talked about it with you before during one of your late night conversations when the two of you were barely even conscious, but his mind had run wild with dreams of the future, of holding his son for the first time, teaching his boy to play baseball in the park and taking him to baseball games to cheer for his favorite team. Now those dreams were as dark and hazy as the clouds that hung above him. All he could do now was wait, wait for a call, wait for an answer… Wait for you just as you had been waiting for him.

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wehaveimagineshere · 1 year ago

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Request for Frost! Could I request dating headcanons for Wyll, Gale, Halsin, and Astarion with gender neutral s/o?

Yes of course! This will be under the cut bc it’s long lmao

Wyll

• Wyll is very shy as first but once you get to know each other it’s like you’ve been long lost lovers who have finally found each other again

• He’ll want to dance with you at all times of day, whether there’s music or not. The dancing will start off as fun and free but quickly turn into slow and loving

• He’ll want to sleep besides you when you’re at camp. Cuddling up to you with the excuse to keep you warm

• Absolutely loves love loves to hold your hand

• He’ll tell you stories about his life before being taken by the mind flayers. How he was sent to kill Karlach and regrets his decision of making that deal with Mizora. How he wishes things could be different

• But you tell him that if he didn’t do all that, you never would’ve met. Never would’ve fallen in love. And you love exactly who he is, dark past, horns, and all

• Wyll would want to help train you in the art of swordsmanship so that you can protect yourself if he’s not right beside you. He’ll ask you to teach him how to make potions in return

• When you’re in Baldur’s Gate he’ll show you around the streets he used roam when he was younger. Taking you to secret little hideouts and eating at mom and pop shops

• He’ll kiss you under the stars and the moon and whisper into your ear how much he loves you and he’s so incredibly happy he had the chance to meet you. How grateful he is that you chose him

• In a couple years when the tadpoles are out of your head and Mizora no longer has any control over his soul, he’ll ask you to marry him

Gale

• We all know how much of a flirt Gale is when he first meets you. At first you would ignore the things he says and think that’s just who he is

• Which is partly true, but as you get to know him you realize how genuine he is when caring for other people. The lengths he’ll go to keep his loved ones safe

• When you learn of his condition you feel a deep sense of worry. And when he tells you that the items are no longer working to keep him stable, you want to cry. How could this sweet man be so dumb to do something as drastic as that for someone who treated him so poorly

• That’s when you realize that you might actually love him. When you start to take his flirtations more seriously

• When you start to flirt back, Gale is pleasantly surprised

• He’ll start to bring you flowers he freshly picked and make sure you’re eating well at camp

• He’ll realize that he genuinely loves you, more than he ever loved Mystra, when you get seriously hurt fighting the Hag. You’re nearly on your death bed and he’s crying besides you wishing that he learned it sooner

• After Shadowheart manages to stabilize you, Gale never leaves your side. The only time he does is when he needs to bring you things

• What he thought was love with Mystra was completely different than the love he has for you. While he does obsess with you, it’s not the toxic obsession he had before. He wants to be better for you, but you’ve helped him believe that he is perfect the way he is and he does not need to go to such lengths to make himself feel adequate. Just being beside you and loving you to his fullest is all that you need

• Gale absolutely loves it when you lay your head in his lap while he reads. He’ll read the books to you but smiles to himself when he realizes you’ve fallen asleep

• You make sure to never put yourselves in a situation where he feels the need to self destruct

•The way he looks at you is like he believes you hold the entire world in the palm of your hand

Halsin

• Oh boy this man, this perfect, fine piece of specimen is going to treat you so well you’re almost immediately falling in love

• First saving his people and also his close friend? The big bear was seeing you in a different light than he had before

• He felt something strong for you and he wanted to see where it goes

• When he told you that he was poly, he was pleasantly surprised when you said you support him. You even said you were yourself

• He would bring handsome men and beautiful women for you both to have a night of passion with. You would also do the same. The others in your party would slowly move their tents further and further away from you so that they could try to drown out the noises and sleep

• Sometimes you would even go to a brothel together and forget about your worries and just enjoy yourselves

• He loves to take you out on nature walks and even turn into a bear and have you ride on his back. His broad back carried you perfectly and you loved the feeling of his soft fur between your fingers

• You’d find a small pond with ducks and really start to fall in love with this man. Seeing how gentle he was with these tiny animals warmed your heart

• At one point in your relationship he started feeling really protective over you. Especially when some people in Baldur’s Gate started insulting you straight to your face

• He didn’t like the fact that you just accepted it without fighting back

• So he fought back for you and anyone who would insult you would run with their tail between their legs. They don’t call him daddy bear for no reason

• He loved that he was falling in love. And especially since it was with you. Someone to kind and beautiful

• He would always go wherever nature would take him. And nature took him to you

• After everything was settled, both decided to go off on your own adventure together, and you’ll be together and in love for as long as time shall allow

Astarion

• We’re going with unascended Astarion lol

• Astarion was very hesitant at first. He wasn’t supposed to fall in love. He was supposed to use you so that you would never betray him

• But through time and many hardships you showed him what it was like to genuinely care for someone. And that terrified him. But for you he was willing to try anything

• Skinship and affection was foreign to him and sometimes not welcome. Living with the trauma he had to endure makes it difficult for him to accept true love and not revert back to his old ways

• But being with you and having you reassure him that everything was okay helped him overcome his trauma bit by bit

• After quite some time he would find himself craving your touch. To the point where he would actively seek you out to wrap his arms around you and bury his face in your neck

• He would do this in private or in public he didn’t care

• Constantly stares at you in wonder of how you, the most beautiful and perfect creature he has ever had the pleasure of knowing, could possibly love someone or something like him

• He would want to take out out on little dates by seeing beautiful sceneries or watching a play. All the while always holding your hand

• He would still drink your blood nightly but would always be careful about how much he took. The first time he almost killed you by taking too much haunts him to this day

• It made him feel warm seeing the way you were with the animals in your party. Always petting and kissing them. He would get jealous tho when you paid more attention to them than to him

• After the fight with Cazador, he grew depressed knowing that he would never be able to feel the warmth of sunlight, or see you bask in the sun with beautiful scenery around you ever again

• In the 200 years he was cursed to live in the shadows, you came and showed him what it was like to live in the light again. And for that he’s grateful

• So with all of the knowledge and power he has, he’s going to try to find a way to get rid of this curse and be able to live with you in the light once again

#anoynmous #gale x reader #astarion x reader #wyll x reader #halsin x reader #bg3 astarion #bg3 gale #bg3 wyll #bg3 halsin #bg3 #admin Frost

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simp-thingz · 1 year ago

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Could you do a bakugo fic where him and the reader get Into a fight?

Thanks for the ask! I don't like how this one ended but I still might do a part two.

It had started off small, a tiny argument because your husband had missed one of your important work events after promising that he’d be there this time. But Katsuki being Katsuki and you not backing down had blown it out of proportion.

“I forgot okay! My bad! I wasn’t there, I will be next time!! He yelled as you huffed “You’re never here! That’s the fucking point Katsuki!” you yelled back causing him to shut his mouth quickly and glare at you with narrowed eyes “You keep saying you’ll be there but you never are!”

“I have a fucking city to save that’s why!!” he shouted trying to reason with you but to no avail as tears sprang to your eyes in frustration. He wasn’t getting it. The past few months had been like living with a stranger and you’d only been married a year and you were tired. “There are plenty of other heroes for the city! I only have one husband and sometimes it feels like I don’t even have that!! You yelled tears of frustration pricking your eyes as you willed him to understand but to no avail as he scoffed “don’t be so dramatic”.

“Dramatic? Really?? When was the last time you asked about my day?? When was the last time you said ‘I love you’?” you questioned as he paused counting the days in his head but to no luck as he shrugged reluctantly. He couldn’t remember. “Exactly.” With that, you grabbed your pillow and made your way out of the bedroom because it was late and if you didn’t lay down you were gonna break down right there on the floor.

He fucked up. He knew that, he hadn’t realized it had been so long. Now he laid in a cold bed all alone and a pillow missing but that didn’t matter as he kept replaying your question in his head; when was the last time he had said he loved you?? But he couldn’t find and answer and the only answer there was would simply break his heart in two. You didn’t normally yell, not at him so how long had you been feeling this way? All these questions and no answers were driving him crazy as he thrashed around in the bed trying to get comfortable.

You were gone by morning. Gone to stay at a friend's house according to the note you had left. He wasn’t sure why sleeping in the living room wasn’t adequate in putting space between the two of you but while he was sure you were still pissed he called anyway. You didn’t pick up the phone, no doubt still sleeping but it still stung although he knew you needed the rest for you had been worrying yourself sick over him for months now.

You never did come back. And there never was a next time.

#mha #bnha #bnha angst #bakugou x reader #bnha bakugou #bakugou x reader angst

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violentdelightsandviolentends · 2 years ago

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can you do kendall roy fluff + only one bed? ☺️

Forced Proximity.

i. Only One Bed

Author's Note - this is a drabble written as part of my 500 Followers Celebration!! find that post here. oh my GOD i love this man. i am a kendall roy defender until i die. i am a kendall girly first and a human being second. (okay so admittedly I wrote this before watching episode 8... ken, me and you are gonna have words.)

Pairing - Kendall Roy x Assistant!Female Reader

Age Rating - 18+

Warnings - cursing

Word Count - 881

Masterlist. 500 Follower Celebration Masterlist.

Another day, another business meeting.

You're in London, this time around. You and Kendall jumped on a flight at the drop of a hat, jetting across the world to appease yet another rich white man. It was part of your job description, after all. Wherever Ken goes, you go. Just him and his best assistant against the world.

You've been awake for what feels like an eternity when you finally arrive at your hotel. You'd made sure to book two conjoining rooms, as always - Kendall likes to have you close. Just in case, he says.

You practically run to the front desk, desperate to shower and jump into a fluffy white bed. The universe, apparently, has other plans.

"So that's room 414 all ready for you, ma'am."

Her English accent doesn't soften the blow of the shock as much as you expected it to.

"Wait... what? Sorry, I'm sleep deprived. I booked two conjoining rooms."

"It says here you only booked one."

"Please," you beg. "I definitely booked two. Do you at least have another room available? I'll just book it now."

She clicks away at the keyboard, acrylic nails hitting the plastic rhythmically.

"I'm really sorry. There's an event happening, it's this huge wedding and the bride is some sort of celebrity and literally every room is full."

"You're kidding."

"I wish I was, ma'am."

And that's how you found yourself apologising profusely to Kendall while dragging your luggage down a never ending hotel hallway.

"God, could this day get any worse? I'm so fucking sorry, Ken."

He stops walking and turns to face you directly.

"It's fine. Stop stressing, please. You're making me fuckin' nervous."

You sigh with relief, and join him in his laughter. You can survive one night, surely.

You swing open your door, to be met with the sight of the biggest hotel bed you've ever seen. Bed. One bed.

"You've gotta be fucking kidding me."

Kendall stays silent, slight smirk on his face. He always thinks you're at your cutest when you're mad.

"God, Ken, again, I'm so sorry. I think the universe hates us."

"You've only figured that out today?"

He chuckles, and the sound calms you down ever so slightly.

"Look, honey, we can sleep top to tail, or I'll sleep on the floor, or in the fucking bathtub. But we're both exhausted, and standing and staring at the bed isn't helping."

He's right. Fatigue is plaguing your bones, practically seeping out of your pores. You need to lie down.

"I'm not gonna make you sleep on the floor, Ken. That's the biggest bed I've ever seen. There's room for the both of us."

He can't argue with that.

You both get ready for bed, taking your respective turns. You never realised how intimate a nighttime routine can be. You feel like you're seeing a side of your boss that's reserved only for him.

You both slide into a side of the bed, making sure to put an adequate distance between you. You roll so your backs are facing each other, to save any awkwardness. Kendall turns off the light, and settles down.

"Goodnight, Ken."

"Goodnight, sweetheart."

You fall asleep the minute your head hits the pillow.

You're awoken by breathing. Not the steady, rhythmic breathing of someone asleep. No, the half panicked, willing-himself-to-sleep kind of breathing.

"Ken?" you whisper. "Are you awake? What's wrong?"

You turn to face him, and make out the shape of him lying on his back in the dark.

"Fuck, did I wake you? Sorry, honey. Just can't sleep."

"You're exhausted. Thought you'd be out like a light."

"Can I tell you something?" he questions quietly.

"Anything."

"I haven't been sleeping."

"For how long?"

"Months. Maybe like a year? I don't know. I go through phases."

"Have you talked to someone?"

"I, uh, tried to. But they wanted to give me pills. I didn't wanna take them, so."

You roll onto your back, mirroring his position. In the dark, you reach out and grab his hand that rests on the bed between you.

"Proud of you," you whisper. "Can't have been easy to say no."

He doesn't know what to say, so he simply laces his fingers with yours, and squeezes a little tighter.

"Do you think it's because you sleep alone?" you ask quietly after a while.

"Honestly? Maybe. I got used to having Rava for so long. Then Naomi. I always sleep better with someone else."

You inch closer to him, using your interlocked hands as leverage. You move so your arms are pressed against each other, your head resting on his shoulder.

"So do I," you whisper. "Don't know if it's the breathing, or the body heat, or just not being lonely. Whatever it is... you have me."

"Yeah?" he asks breathily.

"Yeah."

With that, he pulls you in to him, arms wrapping around you. You rest your head on his chest and exhale.

You settle into the comfort of the warmth of his chest. The smell of your shampoo slowly calms Kendall, his heart slowing and evening out. Within minutes, his breathing becomes steady and rhythmic, body fully relaxed. You join him in slumber almost instantly.

When you wake in the morning, Kendall tells you to only ever book one room from now on.

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kimaixun · 7 months ago

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[Not all wishes comes true] - [SKZ x M!Reader]

‼️Warning: Character!Death(s), Implied suicidal, Delusional ‼️

You found yourself walking under the rain, soaked from your head to toe. Your cheek throbbed, your arm hurts. You were tripped by a group of thug for god knows why while you were walking and fell straight on your right side. Your clothes were torn from the friction of the fall and you had grazed your arm on the rough surface of the ground. You were cold, you know that you were cold but, you refuse to feel it. Your heart was aching so bad that it was gradually turning numb. You felt nothing. You forced yourself to drag your feet to one destination in mind, the apartment. You wouldn’t call it home. It was just an apartment you rented after you left your family house the moment you turned legal and independent. It had been years that you’ve lived alone in the rented apartment, coming home to no one most of the time. You were just trying to live your life, to survive.

You just came back from the annual dinner with your family and as usual, it didn’t go well, it never did. Yet again, despite having a stable job, an adequate income, your family criticised you for not giving them money but hell, you did. You gave them half your income every month and you were walking by the thread to live in this expensive world. There are days you would go by with just one meal to save money and no one knew. Your family damned you to the ground, leaving you no chance to explain yourself. Being you, all you could afford was to just listen to them and stayed silent again.

“You’re doing it wrong, again!”

“How worthless of a child can you be?”

“You have nothing.”

“Everything single thing that happened in this family, it’s all because of you!”

“You can’t even do anything right!”

You thought they were right because when you think about what had happened in the past, you don’t see any fighting point. Even if you did, what’s the point of telling or showing to them because they will never change. Family sticks together, they said. Bullshit. You never believe in those because all this while, you were trying to be better, you were trying to succeed, to please them, to be someone to them. It wasn’t just your family that had always been an ache to your heart. Your job was demanding. You took up two job to support yourself and most of the time, you run on little to no sleep for days and on your off days, you usually sleep it off. You barely had a life to begin with. Your social life was a no go too. You barely had any.

You found yourself outside of your apartment, rummaging through your pocket for your keys. You were sure the landlord was going to give you a hell of a scolding with the puddle of mess you left trailing from the elevator to your apartment probably tomorrow. You finally found the keys and unlock the door, surprise to see shoes neatly aligned in front of the entrance. The apartment lights were switched on and it sounded chaotic. Chaotic? Why? You close the door behind you, slamming it lightly to alert whoever was in the apartment. You didn’t mind if it was a robber because just maybe the robber would shoot you in the head to escape and then you would just die. You were that tired that wanting to die was possibly the only thing that would excite you. You stood at the entrance, creating a new puddle on the floor as you again, rummage in your pocket, for cigarettes this time. If you were going to die, a last smoke wouldn’t hurt. You lit up a cigarette.

“Bab——y?” You looked up to see Lee MinHo, Lee Know, and your eyes widened, the lit cigarette slips out from your fingers.

“Hyung, what are you waiting for? Get him in.” Another voice, this time, Han JiSung appeared beside MinHo and your eyes meet.

“Seriously, you guys. Why are you staring at the door?” Lee YongBok, Felix, came in the picture. He gasped.

“Is M/N back? What’s the hold up?” Christopher Bang, Chan, walked over to the three of them and when he finally turn to see you at the door, he shouted. “M/N?! What happened?!” He was first to came to your aid. He cups your face tenderly, inspecting it like a detective. You almost sigh at how warm his hands were. “Sweetie? Baby? What happened?”

“I…..” You didn’t realise how dry your throat was, “I fell.”

“Oh my god! Someone please get a first aid kit.”

As if time had started moving, you watch as MinHo, JiSung and Felix scrambled back into the apartment and Chan helped you out of your ruined shoes. You were practically lifted into Chan’s arm and set on the floor of the living room. You didn’t have a couch by the way. Felix had stripped you off your soaked clothes and JiSung threw a bunch of towels he could find on you. You were butt naked under the bundle of towels that covered your frail. LeeKnow came running, tripping over his own foot but somehow manage to land in front of you with a first aid kit. You were overwhelmed with the four men panicking in front of you.

“Baby? Tell me if it hurts okay?” LeeKnow whispered as he cleans your bruises and cuts with the iodine. You only nodded, knowing that you couldn’t feel anything. You didn’t know what you should be feeling.

You close your eyes, embracing the fact that the four men surrounded you, warmed you up.

“Hey! We’re back!”

“Why is it so quiet?”

“Probably sleeping, i guess.”

“Do you think M/N Hyung is back?”

Four more voices rang through your ears. Your eyes drifted to the entrance and there they were. Seo ChangBin, Hwang HyunJin, Kim SeungMin, Yang JeongIn. They froze on their tracks when they see you.

“Hyung!”

“Jagiya!”

“My love!”

“Sweetie!”

They came running in front of you, pushing the other four out of the way and you chuckled. You couldn’t believe yourself but you actually chuckled heartedly seeing how the 8 men were somehow pushing one another to be in front of you or generally near you. At first, a chuckle from your lips, a mere hint of amusement. The laughter grew, taking on a manic edge as it bubbled up from deep within your chest. You felt your heart pound gradually, you didn’t like it. You didn’t like the fact that you were starting to feel all your emotions breaking through the numb facade. As your laughter reached a fever pitch, it abruptly died away, leaving a deafening silence. Tears streamed down your face unchecked, mixing with the remnants of your laughter as you crumpled and SeungMin catching your frail midway. Your body wracked with sobs. Every emotion fell through the cries and you just sob your heart out.

They are here. All eight of them are here. Your boyfriends were right in front of you, worried for you. How could you have forgotten about them? You had eight boyfriends, a massive polyamory family that had been together since 4 years ago. You had idol boyfriends that cared and loved you unconditionally despite the limited amount of time that you meet.

“Tired,” you croaked through your hysterical cries, “I’m so tired! I’m so tired of everything!”

“Let it out jagiya, let it out,” you heard SeungMin whispers and you fall into his chest.

“I’m so tired! I couldn’t feel. I felt numb. Why do you guys love me still? I’m a wreck, I’m a fxcked up! I’m so fxcking worthless! I genuinely forgot about your existence today. I was ready to die and all of you…..” you trail off, feeling your throat closing up, “you guys are here loving me still.”

“Forever and always till infinity and beyond, we promised.” ChangBin said.

“Forever and always till infinity and beyond, we promised.” You repeated feeling all the weight that bare you down being lifted indefinitely.

You met Stray Kids years ago when you had just left the family house. You were on shift at the cafe and they came in for a midnight snack. JeongIn was the first to talk to you and he introduced you to the rest of the group. You began hanging out with them occasionally and gradually, you learnt about each others. You learnt about their hardships and they learnt yours. In a nutshell, you guys knew each other so well that you can become the other person. Soon, you fell in love with each of them and you confessed openly. SKZ was taken aback but, they worked things out and all of you came into conclusion in a polyamory relationship. You certainly didn’t expect it to work but, it did. In a blink of an eye, you have been with them for 4 years now.

“Are you okay to tell us what happened?” HyunJin asked softly as he assuringly squeeze your thigh.

You nodded, “maybe after i put on some clothes?”

You saw all their worry dissipate and they laughed along. You got dress with the help of HyunJin and then find yourself seated in a circle in the living room. You saw various of food set on the plastic cover, what intrigued you was the birthday cake in the middle of it.

“Cake?” You questioned to yourself and your brain begin doing the math if you had forgotten anyone’s celebration today. “I….I’m sorry. Did i forget anyone’s birthday or anniversary today?”

“Baby,” JiSung pouts beside you, “It’s your birthday.”

“It is?” Your eyes widened as you look at the calendar on the wall. Shit. It is your birthday. How could you have forgot? Even your family didn’t say anything earlier on. You smiled bitterly as you shudder from the thought of your family. “I forgot I’m old.” You chuckled.

“My love,” I.N tenderly kisses you on the cheek, holding your hand firmly.

You smiled sheepishly and gulped down a cup of iced tea. You felt everyone’s eyes on you and you sighed, fishing for the right words to tell them what had happened, “but I’m okay now. Thanks to you guys.”

“Sweetie, we know that we’ve been very busy with comebacks and we’ve barely been contacting each other but,” Chan said.

“We’re still your boyfriend, if you ever feel overwhelmed, please call us. We’ll be here.” LeeKnow continued.

“If you were anything in this world, you’re our priority.” ChangBin declared.

“You will always and will be our priority.” HyunJin affirmed.

“You’re doing so well. The world is tough but you’ve persevered through this.” JiSung smiled.

“You’re stronger than every one of us.” Felix said.

“You smile the brightest.” SeungMin added.

“And you don’t have to bear everything on yourself. You have us.” I.N grinned.

“Forever and always till infinity and beyond, we promised.” You felt your cheeks flush when all of them said simultaneously.

“Now, why don’t you make a wish?” LeeKnow lighted the candles on the cake.

You close your eyes, hands clasped over your chest and you whispered, “I wish that what we have right now will stay within us forever. I really love all of you so much.” You took a deep breath and blow out the candles.

Little did you know, you reopen your eyes to the dark living room, seated in your drenched and soaked clothes. The bruises and cuts from earlier unattended. Tears stream down your cheeks silently as soft sobs left your lips. SKZ weren’t here. They never were, not after you lost them in an accident months ago.

Not all wishes come true.

#malereader #kpop x male reader #stray kids x male reader #straykidsxmalereader #han jisung #stray kids #bang chan #hwang hyunjin #lee felix #lee minho #kim seungmin #seo changbin #yang jeongin #polyamory

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foreststarflaime · 7 months ago

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Brainrotting about the nuance of the Am I a Monster dilemma in Crisis Core again (sorry if any of this is rambling I have been awake for over 20 hours on 4 hours of sleep bc my brain is stupid and refuses to let me get adequate sleep)

I find it’s somewhat easy to forget about the literal definition of the word in this context, at least for me because I want these idiots to stop self-destructing and live happy lives—but in older cultures especially (and here I’ll talk from the Ancient Greek side of things bc it’s what I’m most familiar with) the definition of monster is very literally just something that goes against the natural order of things, usually hybrids of different animals smashed together, like a chimera being a lion, goat, and snake in one body or a sphynx being a winged lion-woman. And in that sense, it’s unavoidable that they are right in calling themselves monsters.

But when the word monster gets brought up in a moral sense, in the context of what it means to be human, as we see so often these days (not saying no ancient authors ever did this or vice versa, it’s just more prevalent in more modern times from what comes to mind immediately for me), it’s not about the literal, it’s about the metaphorical, about the choices you make and how you choose to live your life. And in this sense (at least before their respective insanity arcs) they aren’t really monsters, they’re just people trying their best.

And I love how this duality plays out when each of them find out about the horrific experiments that have been done on them and the crisis starts.

Starting with Genesis—his is a character very connected to the first definition of monster, considering his love of Loveless, which seems to be an ancient epic of the cultural kind of the Iliad or the Odyssey (plus, as I’ve mentioned before, his last name in Greek literally means singer of epic poetry). So, if the Greek definition is foremost in his mind, it does make sense that he can’t shake the thought that he is a monster and have a mental breakdown as such. It makes sense that he fell first.

Then we have Angeal, also more closely tied to the first definition of monster, if we look at it in the older vs newer way—he’s a character very tied to tradition and honor, so it would make sense. Plus if you don’t buy that, then there’s the fact that he’s known Genesis all his life, so at least some of his thinking had to have worn off on him at some point. He also wouldn’t be able to shake the thought that he isn’t really entirely human, and of course he’d be bothered by it, having tied his worldview so tightly to upholding human morals and values—it makes sense he fell as hard as he did.

Now, saving Sephiroth for a bit longer, let’s look at Zack’s reaction to all of this. He definitely sees this dilemma from the point of view of the second definition of monster, as we see blatantly in the writing—see “SOLDIER doesn’t mean monster”, etc. He’s the youngest, the puppy, the idealist loyal to his friends until the end. He tries to impart this onto his friends, and although they do understand this on some level, it’s not enough to overpower the other definition of a monster in their minds, and therein lies the tragedy.

And then with Sephiroth, to exacerbate the tragedy of what he could have become even further, he’s pretty evenly tied to both definitions. He has distinctly inhuman features, which would bring the literal definition of monster to his mind, and his ‘mother’ is a 2000 year old alien. So no, he’s not entirely human, not literally anyways. But he’s also so, so human in all the ways that matter, at least before he went insane, and I think he’s aware of this too, at least enough to hold on to the desperate hope that this is true, and that having just a little bit of compassion makes the difference. But in Nibelheim, the weights keep dropping in the literally-a-monster side of the scale, and he judges himself unworthy, and the rest is history.

#god why do I keep making these so long #sorry can’t turn off essay brain ig #if only my professors would accept these for grades #iliad fantasy 7 #ff7 #crisis core #ffvii #final fantasy 7 #final fantasy vii #crisis core reunion #genesis rhapsodos #angeal hewley #sephiroth #zack fair #analysis #star essays #star rambles

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caelyne · 27 days ago

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it began with a soft melody that filled the room. then the light. oh god the LIGHT. luckily there was another pillow nearby, an adequate tool to defeat that blinding radiance. maybe it would be okay to just lay here. forever. with the coolness of the pillow against his face. the soft warmth of the blankets. that.. singing coming from the other room. he let the moment wash over him, hoping it was still early enough that he wouldn't have to leave for a while. mornings usually started off like this when he stayed here.

he always had a lot of trouble sleeping.. someday, he figured, he'd eventually work on fixing that. waking up far too early after having gotten not enough sleep was something that really got old after a while. it felt less bad here though. even though things began bright and early, waking up to the sounds of the morning shuffle was something of a comfort to him. felt like home. a few minutes drifted by.. the singing didn't stop, but everything else seemed to go fuzzy.. and then.

a voice whispered in his ear. 'rye.' he stirred, and instantly realized his worst fears had finally arrived: it was time to get up. he slowly lifted the pillow that remained clung to his cheek, expecting the light that filtered in through the curtains to blind him. but it didn't. instead he was face to face with someone who shouldn't be here right now.

'..why are you still here? don't you have work?' rye slowly got up and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. the serval smiled, and handed him a steaming mug of coffee as he sat down next to him.

'nope. disappointed?~' niles tilted his face up as he spoke, flashing that familiarly, unfounded, smug-ass grin. rye took the mug and let the warmth that touched his paws spread to the rest of his body.

'confused, more like. day off?' he wanted to take a sip so bad.

'sooomething like that. also figured you needed a little help getting up.. unless you were hoping i'd be coming back..?' always the same face with this guy.

'well. i'm up now. and thanks for the coffee..' he began to lift the mug to his lips.

'ah-ah-ah! you might wanna wait a few more minutes before that. remember last time?' he did. eating for the next few days after that was the Worst. as the morning fuzziness had finally began to dissipate from his eyes, he glanced around the serval's room. which, wasn't anything to really speak of, to be honest. niles really only seemed to keep what was absolutely necessary, save for a few photos on his dresser. a plushy here and there. a fake plant too… which wasn't here last time. when did he get that? why? why does he have that.

'ahehe, i see you like what i've done with the place.' niles chuckled as he got up and crossed the room to open up the curtains. rye stiffened, craning the back of his neck for a stretch and began to get up too. until he realized he didn't have any pants on. right. he hurriedly threw the blanket back over to cover himself while shifting to the left and right to locate something he could wear. niles glanced back and rolled his eyes. 'its nothing i haven't seen before, kitten.'

'd-dont call me that. did you hide my pants?' rye huffed and grumpily scrunched his shoulders.

'nahh. sounds like a good idea for next time though~' niles looked back at him with an expression rye could only describe as Pure Evil. he sighed and decided to bite the bullet as he got up over to where niles stood at the window. it was then he realized that niles had really let him sleep in today. the street below was teeming with activity that could only be explained by the sun's lofty position in the sky. niles really did have it lucky here, being able to live right above where he worked. 'you're dumb, y'know that?'

'h-huh!?'

niles grabbed him by his fluffy waist and pulled him close. 'you heard me. how many times do i have to get you purring like a kitten before you let your guard down around me?~' rye couldn't tell if niles was teasing him or not.

's-sorry, alright? this is still.. new for me. i'm not used to being with. with guys. let alone You.' rye began to move his free paw to remove niles'.. but as niles rubbed a paw along his fur, rye had to fight down the urge to start purring. ugh. he really didn't know why he was like this. as he opened his mouth to continue, all incoming thoughts terminated as he felt niles lean his head against his. 'a-ahh..', he managed to blurt out.

'sooo.. would it help if i acted more like a girl~? would that ease the suffering of this big, straight, kitty-cat~?' niles fluttered his eyes as their cheeks pressed oh-so-squishily together. rye simply glared.

'so you are teasing me.'

'aren't i always?'

rye looked down at the mug niles brought him earlier and allowed a smile. aren't you always, he thought. its been a busy few years for rye, and he still didn't understand how this had happened really. the two had known each other since high school, but it felt like pure chance that they had crossed paths again. he wondered if the others were in the city too.

he took a little sip from his coffee and frowned. it was a little too cold this time, he had waited too long. still wasn't bad though, and besides.. niles had made it for him. another sip. 'you have somewhere to be today, nya?'

'ahh.. yeah. i guess i probably need to head out soon. i uh. i hope i haven't been a bother or anything.' rye probed, hoping his weirdness wasn't off-putting. niles smiled with a warmth that almost seem to cure his lukewarm coffee.

'you're welcome anytime, buddy.' niles said, bringing their hips together again. rye blushed, still painfully aware of his pantsless situation down there.

#catte.rye #catte.niles #catte.text

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aethon-recs · 1 year ago

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Hi! Thank you for all your recs. I have downloaded most of them and read most of them during my 2 weeks family vacation. They were great. I was wondering if you could recommend me any tomarry crack fics that are hilarious.

This was such a fun ask, thank you for sending this in! I had a ton of fun revisiting some old favorites in this ship that made me laugh and cry-laugh and then laugh some more. As I was rereading and sorting through the fics on this list, I noticed a few recurring themes that came up... coffeeshop AUs, social media fics, funeral-themed fics(!???), and a myriad of food-themed fics.

I really hope you enjoy this selection of hilarious silly clever witty cracky takes on Tomarrymort 🤍

Tomarrymort Crack Recs

A Slice of Heaven by jellybeantarot (M, 3k, complete)

Tom is a sex worker under an agency that masks as a pizzeria, Harry orders a large sausage pizza, and yep, that's a dick in a pizza box.

almost got in a knife fight after work (a thread) / things i’ve learned since dating knife boy (a follow-up thread) by chaoscookiescrimes (T, 2k, complete)

just Harry @'thechosenone' All im saying is a pocketknife is a purchase you’ll almost never regret.

and they were roommates by @purplemineralwater (M, 3k, complete)

Tom and Harry, roommates and stars of Gogglebox, are adored by their fans. Unbeknown to them, the fans of the show want them to be more than friends.

cam and get it by @swoontodeath (E, 3k, WIP)

Harry Potter isn't one for pornography. He's got a perfectly adequate imagination, thank you very much, not to mention a fully functional right hand. One accidental glimpse of Tom Riddle's arse, though, threatens to change everything.

Coffee Moste Evile by @wynnefic (T, 4k, complete)

After graduating Hogwarts, Tom finds work at Borgin & Burke's, where he diligently sells the darkest of arts(-themed coffee and pastries).

Dark Lord Coffee by @being-luminous (T, 4k, complete)

In which Voldemort runs his empire from a coffee shop, and wizards are generally very ridiculous.

Dearly Beloved by @wynnefic (T, 3k, complete)

Worn down after countless demands, Harry breaks and finally goes on a date with the incredibly ostentatious, vain, and self-absorbed Tom Marvolo Riddle the Third. A few days later, he attends Tom's funeral, which goes much better.

Do You Want Fries With That? (part 1) / Tom's Time Has Fry-nally Come (part 2) by jellybeantarot (T, 16k, complete)

Harry really needed some money, Dumbledore needed someone to dress up as Wendy, and Tom was the only one with the desperation to be Ronald McDonald.

found you sleeping in my coffin by @the-wig-is-a-metaphor (M, 6k, complete)

Harry gets turned into a vampire. For better or worse, Tom is there to help.

Full circle by tetsurashian (NR, 67k, WIP)

Harry and Tom’s souls are tied together. Which is why they’re in this endless loop of rebirth. At some point, they stopped caring and just started fucking with people.

Harry James [Redacted] by @duplicitywrites (T, 24k, WIP)

It had been three weeks since Harry had mistakenly landed in the 1970s, given his name to Dumbledore as Harry James, and been re-Sorted as a Slytherin. He's now broken the timeline, busted his parents' first date, and potentially botched his chances of ever being born. And, just maybe, he's also caught the attention of a certain rising Dark Lord.

Harry Potter and the—Well, Anything But This by @cindle-writes (E, 21k, WIP)

It’s 12 years after the war has ended that Death sends Harry back in time to fix the timeline and save his soulmate. Except there's one catch. Harry has to start over again from his first year.

Hiss Hiss by @vdoshu (G, 1k, complete)

Harry goes to buy himself a pet for Christmas. Tom sees this as an opportunity.

Inventing Paradoxes (part 1) / Deconstructing Paradoxes (part 2) by @perhaps-sunlight (G, 75k, complete)

When budding Dark Lord Tom Riddle overhears a prophecy predicting his demise at the hands of Harry Potter, he hatches a devious and brilliant plan: befriend the enemy, master the power-that-he-knows-not, and then eliminate him.

Keeping Your Human-Child Horcrux Happy in Captivity; A Guide to Enrichment (part 1) / The Horcrux Hotline (part 2) by @cannibalinc (M, 9k, complete)

A self-improvement series for Dark Lords with troublesome human-horcruxes.

Local Preteens Entrap Murderous Wraith (You Won’t Believe What Happens Next) by @being-luminous (T, 22k, complete)

Harry, Ron, and Hermione discover a spell. They decide to perform it, and no one is pleased with the result.

Magically Delicious by @dividawrites, @duplicitywrites (E, 10k, complete)

Draco Malfoy is selling 'Voldemort Bathwater Boxes' at Hogwarts for questionable, unknown reasons. Harry is more curious than he should be, and this has disastrous consequences for everyone... but mostly for Harry.

no amount of therapy can help by @the-wig-is-a-metaphor (G, 2k, WIP)

The entire internet is aware of occultist youtuber Lord Voldemort's infatuation with niche content creator JustHarry. The entire internet is baffled.

no helping hand by TheOnceandFutureQueenofTarts (M, 2k, complete)

Harry just wants to have a wank; Voldemort just wants to make that as difficult and unsatisfying as possible.

Once a Paw a Time by @youlighttheskyfanfiction (T, 3k, complete)

In which Tom is still Tom, and Harry is a black cat intent on making Tom miserable. Or happy. Who knows? Certainly not Harry the cat who is absolutely just a normal cat.

Oversight by @dividawrites (E, 21k, WIP)

Voldemort’s resurrection ritual doesn’t go as smoothly as he’d planned. He requires assistance and there’s only one person he can ask—the boy tied to his father’s gravestone.

Prison Blues by @metalomagnetic (E, 68k, WIP)

Harry and Voldemort find themselves locked up in a mysterious prison.

r/AITA by @seagate-blog (G, 3k, complete)

A budding relationship seen through the eyes of Reddit posts.

Right in Front of My Salad? by IceLynx (T, 2k, complete)

In which Draco Malfoy is dead in the kitchen, Harry is regretting moving in with his boyfriend, and Tom has never been more in love.

Stories Told at Your Funeral by IceLynx (G, 5k, complete)

Tom Riddle fakes his death. To Harry Potter, the man in charge of Tom's funeral, it's all very vexing. Harry might be an undertaker, but this is a very different undertaking.

Terms and Conditions May Apply by @duplicitywrites (T, 17k, WIP)

Lord Voldemort gets one chance at a new life. This new chance comes with a lot of conditions.

The Potter Problem by Icefall (T, 8k, complete)

During his twenty-fourth time loop, Lord Voldemort meets Harry Potter at a Muggle nightclub.

The Way to a Man’s Heart by @mosiva (T, 26k, complete)

Tom has an unknown nemesis. Harry has Tom’s lunch.

The Voice of Victory by @vdoshu (T, 3k, complete)

Lord Voldemort loves a good villain speech. Harry’s just the sort to interrupt him.

Thigh High by @kushimanii (T, 400, complete)

There, covering Harry’s long, smooth legs, were the most horrifying things Tom had ever seen. And Harry was lying in their bed with them. Tom knew what his new Boggart was.

Until Midnight Comes by @dividawrites (E, 26k, complete)

A few years after the war Harry reluctantly attends a party at Malfoy Manor. He drinks a few too many and runs into a handsome man called Tom. What happens after is definitely not a drunken error in judgement—it’s love at first, blurry sight instead.

Welcome to the Cultys by @duplicitywrites (E, 12k, WIP)

Harry had two main regrets in his life: 1. Asking the question “What if I set up a mock awards show to get cult leaders to show up for my thesis study?” 2. Responding with “That is hilarious” when Ron had suggested they call the awards show 'The Cultys'.

Would You Still Love Me? by @chiocchi (M, comic/artwork, WIP)

"Harry, would you still love me if I was a snake?" Harry knows how this question works. No matter how deranged and unreasonable it is, he has to say yes. A notion he may come to regret once Tom's questions start to get darker and oddly specific.

yer a monster fucker, harry by @exarite (M, 3k, complete)

Voldemort suggests they fake a relationship. It's a reasonable suggestion, so of course Harry says yes.

#tomarrymort #tomarry #harrymort #aethon recs #tomarry recs #tomarrymort recs #harrymort recs #hp fic recs #ao3 recs #fanfic recs #crack #crack recs #crackfic #tomarrymort crack

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alicerosejensen · 1 year ago

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I just finished your piece of Leon saving reader from kidnapper. So good, definitely one of my favorites for my boy Leon.

I was wondering if I could kindly request a sequel piece of dealing with the dissociative amnesia. I have that and a huge part of it and is forgetting memories that aren’t associated with the traumatic event. You can slowly start to forget everything and you can also sometimes get snippets of a memory back from triggers.

As a Leon lover, I’d love to see Leon comforting and helping the reader with that as well as the PTSD in general.

Of course no pressure or worry if you don’t wanna do this! You’re an amazing writer and I hope you keep writing in the future!! ❤️❤️☺️

Slowly I think that I will start writing again. My mood is still crap, but at least I have the desire to write something. So I'll probably continue to answer requests.

Let this be a small addition to that post about the kidnapping of the reader.

- First of all, Leon will be afraid to leave you alone. He will walk with you everywhere and hold your hand.

- Of course, having experienced such stress, he understands that this will not pass without consequences, so he tries as much as possible to smooth out all the corners and make sure that nothing reminds you of the kidnapping.

- Dissociative amnesia is a shitty thing, you remember that you were afraid, but the memories of those days and the kidnapper himself seemed to be erased from your memory. Leon is only happy about this. He really thinks that you shouldn’t bring this up and constantly tries to distract you from this activity, believing that these memories should be forgotten.

- You instinctively cling to him like a little puppy of a beloved owner. Leon calmly accepts your desire for intimacy with him (not intimacy), so he tries to provide any attention you need.

- Takes you to sessions with psychotherapists and makes sure that you take medications to quickly recover.

- Leon asks to refrain from studying for now. Knowing that the kidnapping took place after classes at college, he is afraid that you will remember the events themselves and you will feel worse, so he suggests that you rest or study at home.

- He cooks food for you (probably simple dishes since I’m sure he doesn’t know how to cook), reads books with you and watches movies and TV shows in the evening, but Leon carefully checks the material before watching.

- Leon will learn different types of therapy thanks to which you can safely express your feelings. Of course he will consult a doctor.

- He really provides incredible support coupled with adequate treatment, thanks to which he sees that you are slowly but surely getting better.

- Leon rejoices at your small achievements in therapy.

- You talk to each other a lot, but subconsciously or not, you don't want to go anywhere or sleep without him. Leon always falls asleep later so he becomes a big spoon in your bed, shielding you from your fears.

- Do you have a fear of the dark? Leon will have no problem turning on the night light just to make you feel safe.

- He will never blame you for your slow recovery. Yes, he's been through a lot of crap and Raccoon City has mostly broken him, but he takes your traumatic experiences very seriously. Leon is not the kind of person who can one day say that he has been through more crap than you.

- If you have a panic attack or react to some trigger that scares you terribly, Leon will immediately rush to calm you down and create a safe zone.

- Of course, he's still a government agent. He can easily be called on a mission at any time, so he will ask someone to look after you. If it's not Claire, he'll just find someone like a nurse.

- However, he will be with you at all critical stages to get through together. You can always lean on his shoulder, especially for you.

#leon kennedy #leon scott kennedy #leon s kennedy #resident evil #leon kennedy x reader #leon x reader #leon s kennedy x reader #resident evil x reader #leon kennedy x you #reader #leon resident evil #leon kennedy headcanons #leon kennedy resident evil #leon s kennedy x fem!reader #leon s kennedy x you #leon scott kennedy x reader #leon x you #resident evil leon #resident evil headcanons

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gay-dorito-dust · 2 years ago

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hi!! do you mind making a george karim x reader fic? maybe like reader is sick as fuck and george takes care of them,, he gives them tea, medicine food and etc while their staying in bed ><

‘Thank you Georgie, your a life saver, truly.’ Your throat scratched irritably when you spoke; causing you to wince as you took the mug from George’s hands before indulging yourself on the therapeutic honey-lemon liquid inside.

“I wouldn’t have to play nurse for you, had you not decided to take a dive. Imagine all the research I could be doing right now.” George said dryly but despite this, his actions would always contradict them. For if he truly did hate being your nurse as he put it, then why did he always make sure you took your medicine in duration that the doctor prescribed, make you food, make you tea and even allowed you his comics for a source of entertainment whilst you were bed bound.

You’d have half a mind then to bring up all the aforementioned examples to him in a joking manner without it coming across as you taking the piss out of his kindness; which would only further George’s resolve in restricting from showing his concern in the future. No one likes their generosity taken for granted and you knew George wouldn’t either.

Instead you allowed George to take care of you without so much as a fuss. After all he’s had a lot on his plate from not only tending to you but also doing research for cases. So you decided that it’d be best for both of you if you were to be cooperative.

“Well I’m sorry for trying to save your arse, I’ll try not to next time.” You muttered against your mug, setting it aside after you were finished drinking, and burying yourself beneath the blankets when you started to feel cold chills running through your body. “Will you quit being dramatic,” George huffed, making sure that the blankets were tightly tucked against your form, “besides no one told you to save me, I would’ve been fine -had I not been wearing heavier clothing and it not been so cold out- but still You should’ve focused on saving yourself instead.” He finished.

George then took a step back to admire his work before considering it adequate enough, he reached for the empty mug on your bedside and was about to make his exit when you made a disgruntled noise. “You alright? You need anything?” He asked, quickly turning to look at you over his shoulder. “Just a little cold, I’ll be fine, you’ve done well more enough for me Georgie.” You told him softly, not wanting to burden him any further then you have for one day but he’d be damned if you thought that he would leave you in a state of distress.

You often told George that his heart was bigger then his chest that withheld it but it was never meant to be taken in a bad way, for it just meant that he cared more but hide so behind a passive aggressive wall of defence. So when he caught wind that you had gotten disastrously sick from the last case, George decided to take it upon himself to aid you back to health given the fact that he was inside a lot more then Lucy and Lockwood; Only if heading down to the British Archive to conduct some research wasn’t on the itinerary. If it was then he would leave a note that of which read:

How to take care of y/n; a guide for incompetent knobheads.

Yes, he thought that was hilarious.

“Stay put.” He told you but just as he was out the door, he heard you say ‘not like I have that much choice in the matter but sure, I’ll stay put.’ Which cracked a smile across his face. George returned soon after with a hoodie tucked under his arm -which was obviously drawn from his own wardrobe- as his hands were occupied with a glass of water and your medicine. Both of which he placed on your bedside table and tossing you the hoodie. “Here, put this on then take your medicine and go to sleep, I can start to see eye bags forming.”

“Ha ha ha, you’re so funny George.” You said sarcastically but wasted no time in pulling the hoodie over your head, immediately feeling a lot warmer thanks to the fleece that lightly lined the inside of the hoodie that was made to endure the cold, rainy weather that frequently occurred in England. “Better?” George asked, finding humour in how quick you were to cuddle yourself into his hoodie as soon as you slipped it on. “Much.” You replied before remembering to take your medicine and a swing of water to wash it down.

When sleep finally decided to pay you a visit, you began to bury yourself back into the covers again before George came over to make sure you were firmly tucked in and that your pillow was to your liking: once again showing you glimpse of the heart that laid beneath the layers he’s built and it was beautiful that you found yourself smiling softly at the tender moment. “What are you smiling about?” George’s soft voice broke you from your thoughts and you saw him look at you quizzically, his head tilted to the side which only made him look like an adorable puppy dog in your eyes.

“Nothing,” You told him, speaking equally as soft, “just thinking about how lucky I am to have you.”

“Cheesy.” He replied but didn’t seem to think twice about resting his hands against your cheeks, pressing a kiss to your forehead before pulling away to run his thumbs against your skin. “And if I become sick tomorrow, I’m blaming you.” George adds as he pulls away from you completely, just about ready to get some shut eye himself.

“Consider it a token of my affection.” You joked, mind already half asleep while the other side pleaded for you to shut up and sleep.

“You’re something else you know that?” George fondly tells you.

You shrug, “is that such a bad thing?”

George thinks on this for a bit before replying, “I guess not. Especially for you it doesn’t, suits you well. Now get some sleep, breakfast will be waiting for you in the morning.” And with that George closes the door behind him and soon enough you were fast asleep.

#lockwood and co x reader #lockwood and co imagine #lockwood and co imagines #lockwood and co x you #george karim imagine #george karim imagines #george karim x reader #george karim x you

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