#And he’s rather emotionally stunted but doe’s truly care for his best friend but he’s also a sheltered rich boy so when Sonia becomes a reb

[therealsirsticker]

so in my sonic underground rewrite bartleby after shooting Sonia on an eggman airship in the middle of his morality crisis coming to a head gets exploded along with the ship after the hedgehogs narrowly escape ad he lands on angel island, very unconscious and barely alive, where knuckles finds him (and the two have not ever met each other before or know of each other’s existence) and helps this mysterious injured random guy. By the way the shooting Sonia and exploding is like the season one finale. Bartleby spends the majority of season two stuck on angel island dealing with the aftermath of his morality crisis, helping out knuckles bc knuckles helped him and what else is he going to do, they become friends (and maybe develop a Thing, I haven’t decided yet) eventually the hedgehogs show up on the island for whatever reasons and there’s a confrontation bc the last time they saw him, he shot sonia. And knuckles didn’t know this and he feels betrayed and bartleby runs off all dramatic bc it’s him, emotions cool off a bit and they go after bartleby to talk and he apologizes and tells them that he’s on their side now, but he wants to stay on angel island until he’s needed. They make up, yayyy hugs and friendship.

[suguru-getos]

| Bully! Gojo Satoru x F!Reader | Part 7 |

Summary: You had just transferred schools, and your first day was an encounter with your new bully. He’s mean, terrifically hot & absolutely a menace. Though there’s more to that personna. Perhaps an emotionally stunted softie who can’t communicate after used to being worshipped by everyone?

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Chapter Summary: With the School festival coming right up the corner, your class choosing the Maid Cafe and you dressing up as a Maid. Satoru has to pull a few strings of his own. He may not be your bully anymore, he still is a spoiled boy who wants what he wants.

Between the haze of studies, and the workload because of the festival preparation, two weeks had passed. Satoru? Yeah, Satoru has gone more and more normal you'd say. He doesn't bother you apart from the occasional greetings. Sometimes he would smile and wink at you during the cafeteria where you settle with your friends; they are enamoured by the snow-haired king of school. Both the best friends, Satoru and Suguru are so sought out, you are worried it would end up in you getting into trouble because of it. Satoru is hell-bent on giving you the attention you don't need. You don't wish him good morning upfront when you accidentally catch him in the corridors, he does. Never failing it even once. The people who hang out with you have started to taunt you because of it.

"If it was up to me, I would have also spilled my lunch on his shirt. Maybe then he would notice me like he does, you, Y/N." Your eyes roll back a total of 360 degrees. This, this very behaviour was the reason Satoru was able to humiliate you so many times. The reminders aren't needed. The brutal reminders of you wishing you had no school, of you wishing that maybe he would have a change of heart and leave you alone. All because you said he collided against you purposely. Insufferable, Satoru Gojo was truly insufferable.

The cafeteria was echoing with the whispers, laughs, and discussions of your classmates and seniors alike. This was supposed to be festive time of course. Everyone was busy with something. As for you, this was your break. You had just finished giving your sizing for the maid costume. You hope it would look good on you at least, and you would get some memorable pictures. The thought of the School Festival commencing soon makes you giddy. You're not one of those emo loners anyway, you'd rather enjoy. "Hello Y/N san." One of your classmates diverts your attention, your gaze wanders up at him, reflexively shifting in your bench with the tray of your food so he could sit next to you. "Hello!" You chirped, watching him glance at you in a weird way, what's so weird about it? Well, Satoru looks at you the same way, as if you were a movie. You gulped, the stare was awkward. "So, what did you need?" You asked, raising an inquisitive brow. "Uh, nothing, just wanted to ask if you would participate in cooking as well? Some of the girls have been given the opportunity to dress up as maids, the others are going to be cooking." You think about it, this was pre-decided that you would be wearing a maid-costume. When the discussion happened, you were chosen pretty easily for the same.

"Hmm, I don't think I'm a great chef to be honest." You half chuckle, shrugging. The boy nods, gnawing at his lower lip. He seemed, almost nervous. As if he didn't know what to do if you didn't agree with him. "Why? What's the problem?" You asked again, trifling with your food now that your curiosity was piqued. "N-Nothing as such, it's just, you know Y/N there are going to be people from different schools, seniors- and I don't want anyone to hit on you." His cheeks are beet red when he says that. You raise a brow, you don't know how to take it. "Uh, thanks? I can take care of myself. Didn't take me much time to knock a shitty senior out in this very cafeteria?" You lean back, observing his face. He was looking more and more nervous by the passing minute. What is going on? "You know, I appreciate whatever you thought about me, but I can handle myself and take care of myself. Anything else?" You asked politely, unsure why you are being talked-to like you're a damsel in distress who wouldn't be able to take care of herself from hormone raging teens. "Sorry." He pouted, looking down. "I know it must sound like I am trying to control you - but you should remember I only want what's best for you." You want to puke, you barely know the dude. "Do you have a crush on me?" You cut to the chase, this was getting redundant/ "Who? ME?!" He exclaimed, leaning back, stuttering, "N-No of course- I mean, no- not like- Y/N you are pretty." "Thank you, I'm assuming you do have a crush on me?" He shakes his head no, timid again. "I don't want to die by the hands of Gojo san if I become brave and do agree."

Ah, there it is. Gojo San coming and looming in all over you again. "I understand, so you mean he likes me and he doesn't want anyone else to like me else he'll beat their ass?" The boy looked conflicted, should he? Really tell about all that? He wonders about the pros and cons - beaten up by Gojo to a pulp versus being your friend.

"Y/N, please don't discuss this with him." He begs, eyes pleading submissively. You roll your eyes and sighed, fine - you will keep your mouth shut about it. "Yeah, I promise. Won't share anything won't confront him, never heard of it." "He- uhm, ever since he knows that our class is going to do a Maid-café, he's closely supervising things with Shoko san & Geto san." "I never saw him? What do you mean? I never saw him come and check things?" You raised a brow, you were so sure his chapter was a closed one. You barely talked to him apart from having casual small-talk where you both don't ignore each other's existence. "Well, he did. Mostly timed when you were busy, he decided the menu, he interfered with the maid costumes. When everyone was against the long skirts and the full sleeves he threatened that he would have our class not participate at all. When we asked him what we could do so he could let us have some freedom to organize 'our own' activity - he mentioned he doesn't want you as a maid." A broken sigh escapes your classmate when he's done confessing.

You were.. fuming to say the least, every nerve ending pumping with boiling blood. So he is going to make everyone else suffer because he can't have you in a maid costume? "Then?" You raised a brow, this wasn't any conclusion. "Then I said I could talk to you about it, you're pretty and we hoped we would make a lot of money if you were to participate but Gojo San said he could cover the monetary side of it without any issues. Which left us with one final option, you could either opt out of being a maid, or we don't do it."

Ridiculous, fucking ridiculous.

"Why?" You snarled, what the fuck? "Well, because- as he said, he doesn't want other 'men' to look at you and create all sorts of scenarios in their head. He will have to take things on his own hands when that happens - and he wants to avoid that. I mean - avoiding beating up boys and ruin the festival." "Oh how kind, Gojo San is so kind, no?" You scoffed, sighing. Your classmates depended upon you, and you were once again caught in a clutch by Gojo Satoru. He gets what he wants doesn't he? "Tell him that I will be doing maid. Tell him to die mad about it." You got up, hearing the sound of the lunch-end bell and stomping away.

------

Gojo hasn't come back to you, it's been two days. You are sure your classmate had communicated everything to him clearly. Weird. This dude was so fucking weird. You are taut by your own promise to him though, you wouldn't talk to Gojo about it and risk the very foundation with which he trusted you. A lot has been on your mind since, if he likes you, he has no idea how to show it. Besides, doesn't even… matter if he likes you or not. You wouldn't forgive him… right? "Come on, don't be so pouty just because you're losing!" You heard his familiar voice from the basketball court. "Your glasses aren't working properly if you think I'm losing." You heard Geto remark back. Basketball, Satoru and Suguru are playing basketball. You didn't want to be a lurker but you do peek inside, watching the tall hunks play around alone. Every thud of the ball, every chuckle, every snicker and every goal sounding evidently in the echoes of the empty hall. "Peeking's no good." Satoru smirked, looking at you. You have no idea how grateful he is right now. He caught 'you' looking at him. "Sorry-" You mumbled, clearly accepting your mistake when you are at fault, unlike the fucking cafeteria incident. You were NOT at fault back then. "Whatcha lookin' for?" Satoru asked, playing with the ball and dribbling it while walking towards you. "Nothing, just got my 'final' maid costume." You answered, eyes trying their best not to glare at him when you say so. He hums, "Yeah? Gonna be a maid I hear." He cheekily grins. He heard… as if he doesn't know the bits and pieces of everything minutely already. "That's right, 'very excited' for it." You emphasize, and his eyes visibly softened, the pupils humanly dilating and a soft hum escaping him. "Mhm?" "Yeah" You grin back at him, unsure how to continue the conversation further.

Satoru was, dying. He didn't want to become what he was when you two met, and the way you said you were excited about it, he doesn't want to rip that all off because of his own spoiled wishes. It's a complex web of thoughts. On one moment Satoru wants to claim you as his; no one is even allowed to think about you wrongly. Keep you enclosed with him, marry you even? Breed you so you know you're his. Make babies so he gets a perfect blend of you and him. The other bit of him, wants to let you live so he can hopefully become a safe space for you. Help you trust him which he has ruined, show off the person he likes- loves- he doesn't know whether it's like or love yet.

"Well, I'll see you around." You distract him from his thoughts instantly. His lips part and brows furrow a little in resistance, "Well- shyeah."

He glances at Suguru once you leave.  You're going to be a maid and he wouldn't be able to do 'anything' about it when that brings a smile like 'that' on your face.

[delu-jean]

hi! so I just wanted to send in an Erwin x reader ask where basically Erwin survive shiganshina and they basically end up becoming parental figures for historia and guide her. thanks!

𝐄𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐚 (𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐇𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐚)

(Erwin x fem!/reader) -> Mentions of Historia! -> Fluff -> 1.6k 

Request: hi! so I just wanted to send in an Erwin x reader ask where basically Erwin survive shiganshina and they basically end up becoming parental figures for historia and guide her. thanks!

Notes: After the interaction the two had (somewhere in season three), I literally head cannoned him being her father! The chemistry between the two would be so sweet if they were!! The concept for this request was so adorable!! Thanks for the request, and enjoy! ^^

“We did it...we have the colossal now,” you’d say, knees shaking after all of the casualties. Erwin then caught you. Seeing how shocked you were, he tried to calm you down the best he could. 

“Yes Y/n...we did...but at a great cost.”

“Was it really one worth all of this trouble?” You said being unsure with such a loss. 

“Of course it was. For the sake of humanity.” 

“Right...for the sake of Humanity.” 

---

Many had died during the mission to Shiganshina. A lot of your comrades lost, along with your dearest friends. You mourned over such a thing, but ultimately, were glad for the ones who had survived. Levi, Hange, your dearest and most closest friends, still breathing as you spoke. And Erwin, your lover for gosh knows how long. Even after the stunt that was pulled, he still managed to survive. You were relieved that such a chaotic man...had escaped such a brutal mess. 

You were also glad that he saw what he had eagerly wanted to see. The basement that Eren had the key to. After hearing about some vague details from the commander, along with the other four who had entered, it gave you a mix of emotions. Both ecstatic to know there was more out there, yet terrified that such things were most likely forgein obstacles. Ones that would be hard to get rid of. 

Regardless, you were now heading back. Delivering both the books, along with yourselves, and whatever else you had left. At the entrance of wall Sina, there you see Historia waiting. She seemed ecstatic yet composed when greeting you all. And when seeing both you and Erwin, she seemed even more pleased. 

You see, even though Historia had her own birth parents, they never felt like her actual ones (based on the tragedies they caused). She’d been neglected...never feeling like she had someone to look up to. But when entering the Survey Corps, though it took a while to warm up to you, she ultimately did. It wasn’t that she couldn’t talk to you, rather, it took some time for her to see you as a mother figure. 

You were maybe 15 years older than her, but even that being the case, you saw her as your own. Though she wasn’t calling you “mom,” nor were you calling her “your daughter,” you both had the relationship. Labels weren’t needed to understand such a thing. 

Since she grew up without the affection of her mom, she took your affection very seriously. She was thankful to say the least. Thankful for the nights you would console her, give her advice, and hear her out. Though Ymir had done the same, the difference was that you spoke the words of a mother. Erwin had also come around to this concept, and tried getting to know Historia on a more personal level. 

He saw how attached you were to such an extraordinary girl. That being the case, he too wanted to experience the joy you two shared. You of course encouraged such a thing, and therefore, he did his best when getting to know her. It was a good practice for him since for most (if not all of ) his soldiers, he considered them pawns. So that being the case, you took this as an opportunity for him to think otherwise. 

Another reason as to why Erwin was doing this, was because of his own personal experience. Though he did have his father, he was (eventually) taken away from him at a young age. He didn’t want Historia to go astray like he did in his teenage years. So, he tried building a connection. Hoping his input could help her in the best way. 

Though it wasn’t as easy going compared to the both of you, he did his best, and she appreciated the effort put in. He’d usually have conversations with her about life. The most simple, yet complicated philosophy out there. Maybe he would even pop in his childhood memories, and theories he had. Truly making the most of their time. And she enjoyed their interactions. You adored how close the two were. Though one was more tense than the other, the affection was clearly there. Just seeing them together, made you wonder as to how Erwin would be with his own children. Possibly yours if we’re being specific. 

Erwin then approached the girl on his steed. Bowing to the queen to be, along with the rest of you. 

“Princess Historia, we made many discoveries during our mission. Ones that we can discuss privately whenever it is to your liking,” Erwin said, composed with a respectful tone. 

“Of course Commander. Before we do, I think you could all rest. It’ll be best if you do, after all...it seems as if you could use it,” she took note of the lack of numbers, but decided not to bring it up. 

“Of course,” Erwin agreed and everyone left. Well...except the both of you. Hirstoria then invited you both into the castle. The three of you sat in a room, the two of you on one couch, while she sat on the other. Face to face as she took a sip of tea. 

“Forget about formalities, I’m glad you’re both alive,” she smiled and you did the same. 

“I don’t think it’s appropriate if we do...after all, you will be the Queen soon.” 

“Nonsense. Even when that does happen, nothing will change between the three of us.” 

“I guess not,” Erwin chuckled as she sighed in relief. 

“Now that that’s over with, let’s discuss the details over your findings.” 

“Sounds good, Queen Historia.” 

“Oh stop it Y/n,” she pestered as you giggled. 

“So, Historia…”

Erwin then went on about their findings. How there was an entire civilization across from them, how you all were subjects of Ymir, about the nine titans, and whatever else they had left to say. He seemed stern during his conversation, not only that, but you could sound the passion which rang through his words. He looked somewhat relieved that he saw such an extraordinary finding. Not only was it one step closer to saving humanity, but one step closer to fulfilling both his wants, and needs. 

You didn’t know what you would have done if he hadn’t made it out alive. The guilt of him not being able to see such a sight, nor Historia...would’ve crushed you if anything. You know that the both of you would have missed him dearly...and if anything, she would have felt responsible for his death. Something that was never predicted, yet under the control of the Scout regiment. A power that she had ruled over. 

Though this thought lingered, it was one that had not come true. And hopefully, things would stay that way. He was here with you. Safe and sound. Maybe a little bruised but hey, handsome either way. You then put your head on his shoulder, caressing his thumb. Though he tried keeping composure, he eventually gave in. Relaxing his body while in the warmth of your touch. 

“I see, interesting…” she nod to then say:

“Erwin, Y/n, you know how much I love the both of you. Because of that...when I do become queen...please don’t let our dynamic change. I find comfort in it, and hope that we can continue to have the relations set.” 

To your surprise, Erwin spoke first. His eyes soft, and his speech gentle. Staring at the young girl before him, who was now becoming an adult. 

“Of course. If that is what the Queen allows, I’ll be sure to do my part. For both humanity, but importantly, you Historia,” you then placed your own cup down, accompanying Erwin: 

“I agree. Of course, our manners will have to prosper when needed...but if we’re alone, or even if we’re not, feel free to come to either of us. We’ll care for you no matter what, okay?” she teared up a bit and then walked to the both of you. You both stood up, and grasped her. The mood felt both joyful, yet teary. 

“I’m glad you both made it. Please be careful out there,” Erwin, though reluctant, then placed a hand (A/n: the only one-) on her head. 

“Don’t worry, you can count on us, your majesty.” 

‘Ah my little girl...so grown and mature,’ she tightened her grip on your torso, as your arms were still wrapped around her.

“Yes...don’t worry. You can most definitely count on us.” 

---

As time progressed Historia got crowned. That being the case, she had more responsibilities on hand. Constantly working her hardest to help her people. You were glad to see such a young person blossom into such a strong woman. Though she did most things on her own, you and Erwin guided her when possible. Even when it came to the little things like if her drapes should be red, or green. 

There would also be moments where it was just the three of you, or you two alone. Now that she was queen, her time was of value. So you tried to spend it in the wisest way possible. Talking about politics could wait, those were the times where you all could express things heart to heart. Being honest about how she felt, versus how things ran. Expressing her love for the people she rules, and even the deep thoughts that kept her up at night. 

Both Erwin and you did your best to guide her through these emotions. Wanting to teach her both politically, and most importantly, emotionally. Prepping her for the duties she would have as both Queen, and herself. Raising her to be the person she wanted to be, and supporting her to the utmost of your abilities. 

“I think I understand now, what we have to do against Marely. Though it is just one step, it’s one step closer to saving the people of Ymir.” 

“Yes, yes it is...Historia,” Erwin said as he held your hand. 

“It definitely is...Historia.” 

[lizzibennet]

no one:

literally zero (0) people:

absolutely not even a single soul:

me: the reason we find it easier to assign love language headcanons to percy than to annabeth - such as him calling her pet names or hugging her all the time - is because not only do we read his first person perspective and we truly see how deeply he cares for the people he loves, but also because one of the first scenes we ever get from him is him being stoked about seeing his mom, who sits on the bed with him, gives him candy and asks about his day and does her best to protect him from gabe. it's established from day one - percy's had a rough life but he is loved. he's grown up with that love and it's a constant in his life, he knows he's gonna go back to it eventually, therefore he constantly acts like a person who knows how to love. annabeth is the stark opposite. her feelings are never validated and she doesn't learn how to be honest about them because when she was, she was told she was lying. being a little kid and having that ingrained into you from such a young age... of course she has anger and jealousy fits, she is a kid who never had experience with feelings because from the get go she's told they don't matter, she's never done anything but push them down. that coupled with the fact we don't have access to her internal narration leads to the interpretation that she's cold or a 'bitch' when she is simply an emotionally stunted teenager but you don't need to dig much deeper to realize that reading of her is very, very superficial. rather than saying percy is the affectionate one in the relationship and she is the cold one, let's entertain the thought of annabeth slowly discovering what she's truly comfortable with in regards to expressing love (and other feelings) because her friends and bf build enough of a safe environment around her she finally feels okay with doing so. thank you for coming to my ted talk there's coffee and biscuits by the exit

[imlostinsantacarla]

Anonymous said: Hi! What do you think the Outsiders(including Tim & Curly) ideal girl would be like personality-wise and/or looks-wise

(a/n: heya lovely! i’m just letting you know that i wasn’t comfortable writing about the ideal looks they went for as i’ve seen a lot of these types of imagines posted and most of them are blonde haired, blue eyed white girls. i really want to begin ensuring that my writing is inclusive to as many people as i can, and i also don’t think the boys would be too knit-picky on their partners looks. so, i’ve mainly focused on the “ideal” personalities instead, which btw are just my own opinions on how i view the characters, as well! - admin kat🌙❣)

DISCLAIMER: i would like to give an ENORMOUS shoutout to @the-outsiders-blogg for their help in creating this piece! they helped me come up with some initial ideas (which i used) for what each of the boys would find ideal in a partner personality wise, as well as editing this piece and helping me add some new parts in. this is especially the case for steve, whom i find the most challenging to write for! but now i feel like i have a better grip on his character. so thank you so much for all of your help hun! also you all need to follow them bc their imagines, gifs and memes are just the most spectacular! ❤

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The Gang + The Shepard Brothers Ideal Types Personality Wise Preferences:

Darry Curtis:

° I think that it’s a no brainer that Darry would date someone who’s got a more mature outlook on life and mindset in general. He doesn’t really have time or energy to invest into a relationship with someone who’s going to throw tantrums and storm out like a child. Darry has two kid brothers and a gang of friends who are pros at that, he needs someone who can keep their cool.

° He’s also going to be looking for someone who is much more grounding and soothing since he’s stressed 25/7 from raising two kid brothers, paying the bills on time and having his buddies crash at his house almost everyday.

° I believe as well that Darry would be looking for a more stable relationship, particularly one that’s long term. Darry doesn’t have the time to invest in something short term that doesn’t go anywhere. If he’s going to be with someone, he’s going to be very serious about it.

° He needs someone who’s good at communicating. Sometimes he holds in all of his emotions until they explode out messily. He needs someone who can communicate their points of views in an adult-like fashion. Also, by you speaking about your emotions it tends to open the door a crack to allow him to open up emotionally to you also, which is initially quite challenging for Darrel to do.

° Darry will need to be with someone who isn’t too sensitive. In his eyes there’s nothing wrong with sensitivity, it’s just that his words can come out rather brashly, especially when he’s high with emotion and often he’ll say things in the heat of the moment that he truly did not mean. So in other words, he needs to be with a partner that won’t take what he says to heart and will take things with a pinch of salt.

Sodapop Curtis:

° With all of the listening and diligent advice giving that this boy hands out, he’s going to need a significant other that can also do the same for him. I mean, the poor boy is only a human, he has troubles, insecurities, fears, worries, hopes and dreams just like the rest of us. He’ll also need them to be a bit patient with him because he’ll often feel guilty when he comes to you with his issues, it makes him feel weak. So all in all, he is looking for a partner in which he can develop a strong emotional connection to.

° Sodapop is definitely an adventurous and spontaneous young man and is eager to find a partner that is up to having fun with him, at least some of the time. This could be when you sit on his lap during a drag race, attending rodeos with him, going to parties and having a blast of a time by dancing the night away, the list goes on! As long as you’re up to doing some fun things with him, he’s down to be with you.

° Introversion, ambiversion or extroversion really doesn’t matter to Sodapop. He will love his partner to their very core, warts and all! As long as you’re a good person, Sodapop doesn’t really care. He’s understanding of everybody and will ensure that you’re comfortable no matter what when you’re dating him. 

° Obviously he’s going to want to be with someone who’s both trustworthy and honest, for obvious reasons regarding his ex Sandy. There’s also going to have to be some patience coming from your part. I mean, he’s over her now, but the insecurity of someone breaking his heart again like she did is a pretty intense fear of his. But that’s okay, because you naturally help soothe that insecurity of his: When you say you only have eyes for this dreamy guy, you mean it!

Ponyboy Curtis:

° Ponyboy would definitely lean towards being with someone that is more in touch with their femininity and their sensitive qualities. This is surely due to the fact that he too is quite sensitive. He wants to share sunrises and sunsets, along with his thoughts of movies and books with his partner, since he can’t exactly share that much with anyone else in the gang.

° Ponyboy also loves creativity and sports, so he’s going to look for someone with either a passion for creativity or sports, maybe even science. He enjoys practicing your sport with him and bouncing creative ideas off of you. You two would make the perfect study partners!

° He’s also going to look for someone who’s a good listener because he has a lot of intense thoughts swirling around in his noggin most of the time. He’d be super grateful for it and shyly thank you, returning the favor tenfold. Pony believes in making sure that what he receives he puts out back to you just as handsomely.

° Ponyboy is definitely an introvert and that’s awesome! I feel that he’d be down to be in a relationship with another introvert, but he’s also going to need someone that will bring him out of his shell a little. He’s going to be with someone that he feels he can trust and fully relax around, which is why he’s able to share his interests and thoughts with you so fluently. So, regardless, his emotional connection to you needs to be strong in order for him to speak more and open up.

Johnny Cade:

° Johnny has a whole host of issues mentally and emotionally, so it’s incredibly important that he is with a significant other that displays qualities of compassion, patience and support. Having someone he can go to is an important step in him allowing his walls to slowly break down. If he’s talking to you without having to be forced to, you know that he’s comfortable around you.

° Again, Johnny is going to need someone who is an excellent listener. It may take some time for him to open up to you, but when he does he’s honest. And you best believe that he’s incredibly grateful to have you. Just like Ponyboy and Sodapop, he’ll also listen to you. He believes that a relationship is a two way street as well.

° Johnny is pretty introverted and shy, there’s no doubt about that. I personally feel that he would be with someone who’s much more independent and enjoys making the decisions in general. It’s going to take some time for him to be comfortable enough to communicate what he wants and why. But your patience comes in handy and eventually he’ll tell you he wants to go see a new movie at the drive-in, etc. Yet initially he’s going to let you make most of the decisions.

° Like Ponyboy, he’s definitely ecstatic to be around another introvert, vibing off of each other would be amazing for him. Silences wouldn’t be awkward and things would just be over all chill. But, I still believe that Johnny needs a partner who can get him to relax in any situation and bring his feisty nature out a little more, since it’s definitely there and we’ve all seen it! The gang find it endearing that Johnny speaks more when you’re around, it makes them happy to see how joyful he is, because that beating from those Soc’s had really left him jumping at the sight of his own shadow. Poor baby!

Dallas Winston:

° Dallas Winston is going to be into someone who is more care-free. Being with someone that’s constantly anxious leaves him feeling on edge and he wants to feel on top of the world, all round relaxed. Especially when it comes to respecting his boundaries. The whole idea of someone attempting to change who he is makes it difficult for him to take them seriously as a partner. He’s Dallas Winston, he’s going to do what he wants!

° Like Sodapop, Dallas is looking to be with someone who likes to have fun and bend the rules. Dally is a rule breaker himself, often going out of his way to break the law. He’s not asking for his partner to start shoplifting or pulling crazy stunts like he does, but even minor things will get his adrenaline pumping. Although, he’s not opposed to dating a goody two shoes either!

° In Dally’s eyes, he doesn’t care whether you’re a tomboy, a girly girl or somewhere in between! He picked you because he loves your style and the person that you are, despite how mushy that sounds. He’s never going to admit it though. Maybe he’ll tease you endearingly about it, but that’s about it. There’s something about you that caught Dally’s eye and he knew he just had to have you all to himself.

° Dallas often prefers girls who are confident, headstrong and know what they want, even if they cuss him out in the process. Just take Sherri Valance for an example! She was having none of his crap and her feisty nature really sparked interest in him. So there has to be something personality-wise from you that he also feels he connects to. However, he also has no issue with being with someone who’s quieter and less confident, Dallas is going to make you feel like the luckiest and most breathtaking girl in the world when you’re with him. His louder nature will coax you to relax over time and you’ll start to blossom a little in confidence. He’s not looking to change you, just to get you to relax, because he finds you swell just the way that you are!

Steve Randle:

° In Steve’s books, he prefers individuals with a more masculine energy, regardless of whether they’re male or female. He’s not opposed to being with someone with a more feminine energy to them. It’s just that he really wants to be able to share his passion for both automobiles and sports with his partner. He’s kind of a dork like that.

° This teenage boy is most likely going to need someone who’s able to calm his highly intense energy down. He’s in a constant state of tension, itching to let out his emotions in often brutal ways such as fighting or drag racing. He’s hyperactive and finds it a challenge in itself to soothe that high energy he’s feeling most of the time. So someone who’s more grounding and calming is a sure way to help him unwind. Obviously, you’re not looking to change him because that’s not your job! It’s just that your aura tends to level out the high emotions that pulsate throughout his entire being at full throttle.

° Yet also, it’s very important for Steve to have a partner that he can also have fun with. Much like Soda, he enjoys participating in rodeos, drag races, attending parties, etc. Doing fun activities with his significant other helps them to bond with one another and creates particularly fond memories, this is also vital because it makes him want to be around his partner more. Family and home life is genuinely a drag for Steve, which is why he spends a lot of his time at the Curtis house. To have a partner that will also do spontaneous activities with him, it helps him move beyond his broken family life, and into a space where he can really flourish as a person.

° Once again, this young man will need someone who’s good at listening to him. He’s got a lot of daddy issues, considering he fights on nearly a daily basis with his father, getting kicked out too! This obviously creates a lot of anger inside him, which is why he’s so smart mouthed and quick to jump the gun and invest in a fist brawl, instead of talking things out with someone or letting it go. He feels that he needs to be tough in order for people to not only take him seriously, but also not to step on him. His father steps on him and his emotions too much which has erected a sturdy wall that he let’s few people through. It’s like his defense mechanism.

° This boy is going to love someone who smiles brightly at him. It’s cheesy I know, but there’s nothing better on this planet than his partner being happy. When you smile, all of his worries dissolve!

Two-bit Matthews:

° It’s a no brainer that Two-bit will flock to blondes. They’re his favorite! But what really makes him a sucker for someone is their ability to laugh right along with him. Yes, even at his crummy puns and terrible jokes! The sound of your laugh is genuine music to his ears, he’d do anything and everything to hear it a thousand times a day. The only time he enjoys you crying is when you’re crying of laughter.

° This boy is a bundle of the finest chaotic energy™ known to man, so he too will need someone more grounded to keep him down on the ground. Otherwise, he’d be on Mars by now! His partner would definitely teach him that it’s perfectly okay to feel other emotions that aren’t joy and excitement, and that it’s equally just as important to face those feelings.

° He strives to be with someone who is passionate about something. Anything really! He may not be the brainiest out of the bunch, but he’ll listen to you for hours on your passions. It makes him grin silly and honestly, he likes to at least attempt to learn some things about your interests. For him, a big passion of his is Mickey Mouse! He’ll talk to you about it for hours whilst he watches the television show with you.

° Two-bit also values honesty in relationships. Yes, he’s a grade A liar, but he feels crummy when he lies to his partner or is lied to by his partner. So he always does his utmost finest to ensure that he’s being as honest as possible. This is especially the case when a joke of his upsets you in any way, shape or form. If it goes too far then he wants to know. He can be a bit scatterbrained and may forget, but he wants you to be comfortable with and around him. He won’t settle for anything less.

Tim Shepard:

° Funnily enough, I believe that he would go for someone a lot softer than him since he likes the contrast. He’s all about that opposites attract trope, even sometimes his own gang have to bat their eyelids to make sure they weren’t imagining who they were seeing with their gang leader. They don’t necessarily have to be a goody-goody, just not as harsh as he is. It makes him hopeful in the world when he can bag someone kinder than him.

° Nevertheless, Tim wants to be with someone who has a mind of their own as well as having the capability to stand up for themselves. He loves protecting them, but he also wants to breathe easy when he’s not around you, comforted silently in the fact that you can handle your own. I mean, it’s a turn on for him when his partner can run their mouth, despite looking innocent. Like hands down, it’ll probably get him in the mood asap!

° Although Tim isn’t sold on expressing many emotions, he’s aware that they’re there, bubbling under the surface. So, Tim will definitely be with someone that he feels he is able to emotionally connect with. He doesn’t even have to vocalize this, it’s just something that he knows inside of his head and can feel when he’s around the person. It means that you’ve both got a strong connection together, which he’s not really got with many people in his life, considering how brutal his home-life really is.

° He also wants to be with someone who is trustworthy and honest. Tim doesn’t have the time to waste on two-timers. Usually when he settles into a relationship, it’s for the long term.

Curly Shepard:

° It’s canon that Curly Shepard isn’t the smartest kid out there in the world, so he probably seeks out someone who sees past that and can really get him as the person that genuinely cares deeply about him and wishes to get to know him. Because Curly is actually quite fun to be around, he’s always got some sort of idea to kill the time!

° In all honesty, Curly’s going to be most attracted to an individual that will be prepared to cause at least a little bit of trouble with him. You’re usually the one who ensures that you both don’t get caught. The whole experience is such a rush that you’re both grinning widely at each other afterwards.

° He’s most likely going to go for someone more extroverted or at least someone who is an ambivert as Curly would have a challenging time when it comes down to understanding someone who’s more introverted and shy. It’s not to say he wouldn’t like them, he just will assume that they’re quiet and withdrawn because they don’t like him, even if they do. But he definitely doesn’t think that there’s anything wrong with introverts! I mean, Ponyboy Curtis is one of his good buddies, after all.

° Curly is quite spontaneous himself, enjoying it when he switches things up. He becomes bored with little effort, so he needs to keep himself busy, and what better way to do that when he can cause all sorts of trouble! You low-key do have to remind him that climbing a telephone pole again would result in another broken arm, but he does it anyway!

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[avionvadion]

This is just me whining but...

It honestly feels like no one likes the Pokémon fic I’m writing. It has kudos and bookmarks, favorites and likes, but no one ever comments on it- and when they do it’s always a complaint about how Grunt doesn’t have a proper name yet. I’m this close to just abandoning the fic.

What about the sibling-like friendship between her and Brock and Blue? The mutual understanding between Brock and Blue about the severity of her situation, and how dangerous Team Rocket is? The parallels between Grunt and Mewtwo, and how neither of them feel like they have a place in this world or really belong- the both of them having been used by Team Rocket for as long as they can remember, neither having a true sense of identity?

What about Steven? The driving force of the story- who was the one to give Grunt the drive to keep surviving, to eventually escape Team Rocket with the desire to take them down and free all the other children/Pokémon that’s being held captive in Hoenn? Steven’s own determination to take down Team Rocket, to save those who have been wronged and avenge those who had been lost- including Grunt, the very friend he had been made to believe died so many years ago after she had first gone missing? His friendship with Wallace and Winona, and the way they’re willing to help him to do it?

It’s really bratty and I should just be grateful that people even read it at all, but I’m honestly close to abandoning it despite all the planning and thought I put into it. I love the idea and I love Pokémon, which is why I wrote Time Lapse: Reluctant Hero in the first place, but there’s no joy to be had in constant complaints about Grunt’s lack of a proper name, and even less motivation when no one seems to care at all about the character dynamics or story.

Grunt has severe depression, anxiety, abandonment issues, and ptsd due to her time growing up in Team Rocket. She’s never cared about herself beyond the notion of surviving. She’s emotionally and physically stunted, as well as malnourished. She’s always been more focused on other people- specifically, the Pokémon around her and the children she had been forced to help raise because the other grunts wanted nothing to do with them.

It wasn’t until she met Brock and Blue and her Pokémon that she finally started to think more about herself, to become more of a person rather than a puppet, and it wasn’t until after Team Rocket had severely hurt Blue that she started truly thinking about ridding herself of the title “Grunt” that’s caged her for so long, unable to handle the toxic connection she has to them after they hurt someone dear to her.

Heck, it wasn’t even until she met Brock that she realized how BADLY she’s been deprived of physically affection and emotional encouragement/support, and she’s still not wholly aware of it. She just keeps reaching out to him for comfort as he’s the big brother she’s never had, and it baffles her how attached she’s gotten to him. To her, it defies all reason and logic, but now whenever she’s scared or uneasy he’s the first person she goes to in order to calm down.

I had thought I had been writing that in the story pretty well, showing the reasons WHY she never thought of taking a new name, as she still has trouble believing she even has a right to feel emotions despite Brock’s best efforts, but I guess not.

Does anyone else ever feel like this? Am I just being childish? 😰 I don’t know anymore. I want to keep writing it, but the point feels kinda moot if no one actually likes it.

[imagine-richards]

sfw alphabet- Cliff Booth

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

He loves touching you. He’ll hold your thigh while he drives, he’ll have his arm around you when you’re out at a bar or the cinema, he’ll hold your hand while you’re walking, but he usually only kisses you in public if he’s really comfortable (e.g. when you go out with Rick and Francesca). At home, he’s even more affectionate. He’s constantly kissing you, slapping your ass, cuddling you in bed, giving you foot rubs. He just wants you to feel like royalty.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?) It’s hard to imagine you and Cliff as friends, because you’re so good as a couple, but at one point you were. You were both totally in love with the other but wanted to keep it cool. He was always there for you and lifted you up whenever you felt down. He was your number 1 fan. It was also complete torture for the both of you to not give into your feelings.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?) He likes cuddling before bed and after sex. He’s always little spoon because he loves how your little frame fits into his and he adores the sight of you wrapped in his big arms.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?) He’s a terrible cook. And a terrible cleaner. He isn’t domestic at all, but when you move in together he starts caring so much more about things like that and actually starts making an effort. Any and all meals end in disaster, but he actually picks Brandy’s bowl up when he feeds her, so there isn’t dog food all over the floor.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?) It would be so hard for him, and the only reason he would ever break up with you would be because he doesn’t think he’s giving you the life you deserve or he doesn’t think he’s good enough for you. He’d know you wouldn’t take that for an answer, so he’d lie, his insecurities convincing him that it’s for your own good, even though he’s the best thing that has ever happened to you and he’d never believe that to be true.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?) After the mess of his first marriage, he had always said he wasn’t going to commit like that again. He started dating you, warned you about his hatred of marriage and you accepted it. That was why it was such a shock when he told you that, one day, he was going to marry you. He proposed on your second anniversary. 

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?) He’s so gentle with you physically (unless you ask him not to be). He’s also sweet and caring and you feel like you’ve found a side of him no-one else has ever seen.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?) He loves wrapping his arms around you. You have just the right height difference that his chin fits perfectly atop your head. He loves hugging you. It makes him feel like he’s protecting you. He doesn’t really do it much around other people, though.)

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?) He knew he would be in love with you the minute he set eyes on you. He knew he loved you the first time he saw you walking around in one of his shirts after you made him dinner dressed exactly like that. He told you he was in love with you the first thing the next morning. This all happened in a month.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?) He truly believes that you are out of his league and that you could easily find someone so much better than him, so it’s hard for him not to get jealous. He tries to hide it, so he doesn’t end up pushing you away, but you always see the muscle in his jaw flutter and the grip on your hand tighten when he feels threatened.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?) He kisses the top of your head and your forehead a lot, because of the height difference. He loves it when he picks you up and you wrap your legs around him while you make out and he really enjoys it when you straddle him. Neck kisses are his weakness, but when it comes to him kissing you, he loves peppering your whole body in them, just to tease you.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?) He’s not the biggest fan of children, which he has told you since the beginning. He didn’t want children at all, even. And then one day your sister came to visit with your niece and he saw how you were with her and you saw how he was with her and now... well, he’s got some rethinking to do. (He also thinks the more you in the world the better). He’s wonderful with children and they love him, despite his hard demeanour. 

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?) Lazy mornings are spent in bed, occasionally kicking Brandy out to have sex, then cuddling. There are few words in the morning, you two just enjoy looking at each other and lying there entangled together.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?) It depends on the vibe. Sometimes, you, Cliff, Rich and Fransesca go out for drinks. You all get on so well, so those nights are always great. Sometimes, he’ll take you out on a date (see T), and sometimes you’ll stay home and get high together, discussing anything and everything about the world. You almost always have amazing sex when you’re high.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?) It took a while to crack him, especially about his ex-wife, because Cliff wanted so badly to seem like the untouchable badass he did the stunts for on TV. He was certain that was why you liked him, but once you managed to get him to open up, you find things out about Cliff Booth that no-one else will ever know. 

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?) When it comes to you, it is near impossible for him to lose his temper, which is weird, considering how quick to anger he is with anyone else who crosses you.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?) He tries his best, but Cliff has the worst memory. He bought a diary specifically so he didn’t forget things like your birthday, but he forgets to use it. (Although he never forgets the time he beat you at pool).

R = Remember (What is their favourite moment in your relationship?) Your first time together.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?) Is this even a question? Someone so much as even looks at you and he’s in fight mode. Cliff is the most protective person you’ve ever met. Of course, you find his temper intimidating, but as much as you hate to admit it, it is a total turn-on when he kicks someone's ass for catcalling you. You have obviously never kicked someone's ass to protect him, but Cliff once overheard you on the phone to your parents defending his career and his life and he actually shed a tear. He’s never told you that he heard that, though.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?) So much effort. He loves taking you out and showing you off. Rick helps out, lending the car and pulling favours for cool dates, just because he sees how happy you make his best friend. Even when Cliff can’t ask Rick, he’ll use whatever little money he has to make sure you feel like a princess. As for everyday tasks, he’s pretty traditional (it is the 70′s, after all). He does the fixing and the heavy lifting, but is completely useless at cooking. He tries his best for you, though, but you eventually stopped letting him in the kitchen.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?) His temper, the way he turns to violence straight away and how messy he is with his trailer.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?) He can be into his looks, but it’s mainly when you’re hyping him up (telling him how hot he is, how lucky you are, etc.) and when he takes you out, he tries his best to look good for you. (He never has to try very hard, in your opinion).

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?) Absolutely. He’s so insecure about his career and where his life is going and how little he’s achieved, but then he takes one look at you and realises he’s not doing so bad at all. He knows he’d rather be on the streets with not a penny to his name, as long as he has you. Without you, he’s nothing.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.) Despite staying cool about the whole thing, what happened at Rick’s with the ‘Manson family’ really scarred him. No-one knows this but you, and even then you only found out because he woke up in a cold sweat, brandishing an imaginary knife and screaming at you. You’re still in the process of trying to get him to see someone, even as the night terrors and panic attacks get a little more frequent.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner? He hates when you hitchhike, purely from past experience, or if you’re ever in a dangerous situation and he can’t do anything about it. He hates feeling helpless when it comes to you. He hates when you’re hard on yourself.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?) He sleeps really well when you’re next to him. He usually goes to bed really late and wakes up pretty early (unless it’s been a heavy night of drinking with Rick, then he’s a pretty late riser), but he’s always careful not to wake you and enjoys just laying there with you.

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[ardenttheories]

I think one of the biggest letdowns about the Meat Epilogue for everyone seems to be how much it trashed the development of the characters up to the end of Homestuck. 

A lot of people have been pointing this out most fervently with Dirk. He went from someone who was well aware of his flaws, of his obsessions, of his tendency to take over and control, of his capability to hurt the people he cares for most, from someone who genuinely cares about every single person he’s met and tries his best to be a better person for them... to someone who was actively harming them without a fucking care in the world, under some misguided theory that he was doing the right thing. 

And yes, I recognise that this is because of the Ultimate Self bullshit. Dirk has become every little splinter of himself that exists across Paradox Space - all the good ones, all the bad ones, all the ones in between. All of that mingles and merges into what we get in the Epilogues, and it, to some degree, makes sense. 

But here’s two thoughts for you.

Why did he have to end up like that? If, by the end of Homestuck, he was getting better, and if the chances of there being just as many Emotionally Developed Dirks as Emotionally Stunted Dirks is incredibly high, why does he have to take all those bad qualities and bring them out to the fore of who he is in the Epilogue? Why does that have to be the route he goes down, when he was in such a good position when Earth C was created and when he’s merged with plenty of emotionally capable Dirks as part of becoming his Ultimate Self? 

When Homestuck ended, I considered Dirk a Realised Prince of Heart. A Prince of Heart who’d worked through all his shit, opened up to people, recognised that he needed to share his burdens and to let people in - to use his powers for good, not for the harm of the people around him. He was aware of what he could do, and actively choosing to use it in a productive way. 

In the Epilogue, he’s a True Prince of Heart. He’s destroying without truly recognising it as destruction. He’s become the epitome of what it means to be a Prince of Heart, without any growth of character or any attempt to use what he can do for the benefit of the people around him. He’s hurting them instead; shaping them into things he thinks they should be, completely disregarding their individuality because of his own thoughts on free will and how illusive it is. 

This is the Dirk we had at the beginning of Act 6, merged with the Bro we saw at the beginning of the comic. And sure, from the standpoint of the Ultimate Self, it can make sense - if you disregard the fact that he could as easily become a Good Dirk as a Bad Dirk. 

But what makes this suck so much as a fan is that, as people, we fucking hate seeing characters lose their development, and that’s what we see happening to Dirk. He’s regressed back to a point prior to all his development throughout Act 6. Everything that we saw him achieve has been lost, and it feels cheap because it fucking is cheap. It’s a literary constant. It’s one of those things that you don’t do. Destroying a story worth’s of development for no actual reason, or without showing why they’ve regressed, will never come across well. Especially in regards to an idea as abstract as the Ultimate Self - and, again, the very clear knowledge that Dirk, even as an Ultimate Self, didn’t have to end up like this when you consider his position at the end of Act 7. 

The development doesn’t make sense. It doesn’t flow. You don’t just go from “emotionally developed individual” straight back to “emotionally distant and morally perverse”, even with an idea like “he’s fused with every other instance of himself” - because logically, if he was in a good position, why wouldn’t he remain in that good position? What about the Ultimate Self ruined his development? Why does merging with every version of himself - the good and the bad - suddenly revert him all the way back to square one?

Which brings me on to thought two. I hope you’ll excuse me for the really dumb choice of fandom to explain this.

Supernatural is notorious for frequently setting its main characters - Sam and Dean - back to square one in terms of emotional development. Inevitably, something that was resolved in series 6 ends up being revisited in series 7 without explanation. Emotional issues that the brothers had resolved almost always become an issue again; relationships that they thought had healed always find a way to come back; issues with their past that they had come to terms with almost inevitably cause them to split up yet again, and become the main issue to be resolved throughout the new series. 

This, from what I can tell, is a big reason why a lot of people fell out of the fandom. It’s why I did. You can only watch characters grow, and regress, and grow, and regress again over the same thing so many times before it starts to get disheartening. Just when you think they’re better, that they’ve solved it, that everything’s okay, it’s brought up all over again to make them suffer over and over and over. There’s only so much of this you can take in a character before it becomes dull, or boring, or unrealistic. 

And that’s exactly the issue with Dirk’s development in the Epilogue. For a lot of people, it’s unrealistic. Even with the Ultimate Self taken into account, it still seems wrong - because we’re seeing him go through the same mistakes all over again, and when you’ve already seen it once, seen him get through it and grow and progress and and become better, seeing it again but worse does not leave you feeling satisfied. It’s disheartening. It’s narratively a cheap move to try and cause more tension. 

The fact of the matter is, whether that’s the point or not, it’s a sign of bad storytelling. There’s no reason for Dirk to have slipped during the Epilogue, other than “because Hussie said so”. Narratively it just didn’t need to happen. Narratively, it’s not what people were expecting, either. And dropping something this huge without providing any hints beforehand just doesn’t work. If you’ve set up a character to get better, to be in the best possible place he could be, or on the road to recovery, suddenly pulling out a regression of character doesn’t work. It won’t feel satisfying because you didn’t imply the possibility - you didn’t build suspense, you didn’t leave the seed for people to think about at the end of Act 7. You just dropped it, at random, and expected people to be prepared for it.  

This is like Hussie pulling out a gun and yelling “aha! Look at how wonderfully I have crafted this masterpiece!!” without ever having insinuated that he was going to pull out a gun to begin with. 

Compare this, for instance, to the reveal that it’s Adult John who ends up getting sucked into the Ultimate Treasure alongside Teen Jade, Dave, and Rose as part of the Epilogue. This is a good drop. This is a good reveal. We knew this was an event that happened; we knew that it was something an unreliable narrator had said; we knew this was something that never actually ended up happening in the main story of Homestuck. This isn’t a surprise because the foundation of the reveal was all there. We knew it was John, Dave, Rose, and Jade that would end up in there - we just didn’t know which John, Dave, Rose and Jade it would be, or why. Our expectations for that scene are shattered, but because of how it was set up it ends up being more shocking and more exciting because of it. All the pieces were put in place for Hussie to build on. 

That’s not what we get with Dirk. The pieces put in place for him were that he was meant to get better, that he was improving, that we’d see him as the best Dirk Strider there could possibly be - a foil to Bro, the abusive dickhead Dave had dealt with his entire young life, someone who would step up and take the shape of a healthy familial figure in Dave’s life. This subversion doesn’t work. Not in a satisfying, enjoyable, or natural way. It’s shocking, yes - but it’s a bitter shock, a shock that no-one saw coming, rather than a shock that suddenly blows your mind.

A Dirk who goes from “I wish I could love Roxy, because (s)he’s the best one out of the lot of us, and (s)he deserves that” to “I’m going to actively misgender my best friend because part of my Ultimate Self was merged with Lord English and I rely heavily of the dichotomy between male and female to understand myself” is interesting, yes, but not the way it’s done. It’s fucking horrific to read Dirk talk about someone he’s meant to love that way, and it’s not a good sort of horrific. 

Ultimate Self Dirk being the douchebag he is in Meat can make sense and work, sure. But not in the way Hussie framed the narrative of Act 6-Act 7. When you’ve framed your narrative to make the character grow, reverting everything in some shock twist at the end will never settle well with your fanbase. That’s why Dirk’s role feels weird, and out of place, and overall bad on an emotional level. The jump was too big, too unbelievable - and for the main plot point of your Epilogue, that’s not really what you want to end a series. 

[thefuckingsun]

“I do not know that an explanation will be any good.  He set out to break the bond they mistakenly placed on each other.  But I believe that bond meant more to her than it ever meant to him.  I could hear pa-“ The bird suddenly stopped moving on the branch, eerily becoming all too still.  A startled cry escaped her, a loud croak, likely of pain and surprise before she fell from the branch she had been on.  Shadows encircled the bird as it plummeted towards the frozen ground.  Rose’s small body never hit the ground, however.

Strong, summer brown legs were stretched out, scabby knees locked tight to shove the sturdy leather toe beds of her boots into dirt dingy snow. The cold brought a haze that hung in the air, making everything seem sort of dreamy and still while Athen watched Rose pace, and sigh, and veil herself in apparition. She listened, her short points, dusted with pink where the bitter wind bit at her, actually twitching the moment the bird came to a halt. Without a moment’s hesitation, without a thought to cause any falter or delay, the young half-elf was on her feet, springing forward like a shot. Girl becomes a flash of garish goldenrod and pale unbound hair, a bolt of sunlight diving under the branch to catch the raven before she could fall to injury.

Only even if Athen had preempted the bird’s decent she still could have never caught her. The frozen earth was never Rose’s fate. It was the creeping shadows swirling from the darkness that entwined the little bird. For this, she was meant. At least in this moment. She was consumed, and then just as suddenly, she was returned. Except not.

When the shadows began to grow, to shiver with life anew, Athen crept from freshly bruised and busted knees to step backward across the dusky path. More room, more space for the bird and the shadows to expand. More velvety crimson seeping down a sun-drenched leg to stain a perfectly white sock gathered at her ankle.

The transformation of the bird into the elf was quick and fluid, boots touching the cold ground as shadows licked at his form and it stretched into that tall frame.  Violet eyes blinked slightly at Athen, manifesting before her in the flesh.  Rose was leagues away, likely petrified at the little stunt he had just pulled.  Silvery-white hair fell around his passive face, eyeing the girl before turning to the little rogue’s abode in the distance.  “It is hard to explain colors to the blind, my dear Athen, but if you wish to know any such things, do not ask others to explain what is not truly theirs to experience.  Go to the source and get the correct information before all matters of mistells and rumours are begat.”

Theron. The real thing. He was standing before her a stunning creature. Cruel beauty, just as graceful as he was strong. And despite having briefly shared warmth under her enchanted blanket and a fuzzy growing fondness, Athen was somewhat intimidated by the elf and his infallible presence. There was something off-putting about perfection that always set the teenaged half-breed to fidgeting, to clenching her teeth just a little harder. Nothing about the young marksman could ever be called perfect, and while she didn’t fault those who could carry that guise at all, it did sometimes make her feel as though she was falling further and further behind.

The lightning flickering in her gaze caught in gold lashes as she blinked away. It was easier to listen if she wasn’t staring -- if her jaw wasn’t hanging lax, or her cheeks were not burning. It was easier to just not see him as he chastised her. She wouldn’t interrupt. She wouldn’t tell him that she preferred to hear his explanation rather than conjecture from his Rose. Or that she couldn’t blame Nia for wanting to keep someone so steady and strong in her life, or for falling for his beauty. It would be difficult to not have been lured in.

Instead, the sunlight kept quiet, but far from still. She was pinching the heads from her candy worms, the squishy sweets leaving a sparkling coating of salty-tart powder and finely crushed arcana on her tainted fingertips. Each little decapitated treat was pushed past her lips, greeted by her tongue before vanishing into molars, into puckers, into slow gulps that sounded like waves crashing behind her ears.

His gaze flickered to Nia’s home but he made no move to go to it. Dark violet eyes slowly returned to look upon Athen’s face and a flicker of something slid behind his eyes.  One could have mistaken it for some kind of emotion but one could never be sure with the stoic masks he wore. “I am no fool to walk in there with Nia in hysterics and Favrielle likely with flames at her fingertips already.  I value Favrielle’s friendship and I cared for Nia until I could no longer stand her crazed assumptions and hate.  I will speak to Favrielle if she wishes and … to Nia if she desires.  Only when I have had my council with each of them individually and on neutral ground will I consider sitting with them both.  Favrielle knows how to contact me if she does not let emotions cloud her reason.  Will you deliver that message to them, my dear Athen?”

She looked up in time to sight Theron’s look, a moment that caught one of her brows aloft. The curve of a question-mark cast from delicate bronze hair. She didn’t know who this Favrielle was, but she was right to assume this was the woman with whom Athen had left her emotionally distraught friend. Tangles of spun champagne bounce as the teen nods, her smile settling into something comfortable and warm. Other than finding some safe, easy way to erase the pain from Nia’s heart, a civil conversation was probably the best solution. She gives Theron a darkened thumbs up, her arm jerking as though her movements were elastic. “You got it, buddy,” she drawls. “How’s she gonna know where t’ meet yeh?”

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July 11, 2019

Trigger Warnings: Weight, Depression, Anxiety

Thursday, July 11, 2019

Numbers scare me.

Every moment of every day I am thinking about numbers. Currently it is July 11, 2019, a Thursday. I weight around 183 lbs. At least, that’s how much I weighed last night. That is 2 pounds more than how much I weighed 2 night prior. 

I used to weigh 286 lbs. It was probably more, but I was too afraid of the numbers to weigh myself until about 2 months into starting my weightless journey. I know that I needed to work out for at least 60 minutes, 3 times a week. That should be sufficient for weight loss. When I do not work out at least 2-3 times a week, a fear creeps up inside me. It tells me that if I don’t start trying to work out again, I will be over 300 lbs in no time. Numbers scare me. 

I am 25 years old. My dad is 67. My mom is 52 years old. If my dad is 67 years old and the average life span on a male in the United States is 78 years old, then I have about 11 years left with my dad. If the average life span of a female in the United States is also 78 years old, then I have 26 years left with my my mom. I am scared to move out because I don’t want to waste those precious minutes with them before they are gone. I ache and mourn over time that has yet to come. Time when I won’t be able to hear their voices upstairs talking about recent political events in the news. Mom talking with mama on the phone. Dad laughing about something he’s watching on his iPhone. Numbers scare me.

I’ve recently been lucky enough to meet someone that I can now call my boyfriend. He is one of the most kind, caring, loving, thoughtful, beautiful individuals I have ever met. We have been in a relationship for a little over 3 months. We became “official” on March 29, 2019. We used to see each other about 2 times a week. Each time we saw each other, we would spend approximately 8 hours together. Give or take a few depending on the day. Over the past weeks I’ve grown to love him more and more. I know this sounds like the writings of a crazy person. 

“How can you fall in love in such a short amount of time?” 

Some people may ask this. My mom said she didn’t tell my dad she loved him until they had known each other for about 6 months. I told my boyfriend I loved him around 2 months in. Maybe a little less. I can tell you how I fell in love with him. I know exactly how. It will take us away from how numbers scare me for a moment, but I promise to come back to it.

I have walls. They are steep walls, built up over each year of my life. Like the rings of a tree tells you how old it is, and what is has experienced in its life time, my walls do the same thing. Each layer tells a story of why it has been built. If you crack the motor and scrape it out, you will reveal that even though it appears to have hardened on the outside, the cement is still as fresh as the day it was laid. These walls were build to protect me. 

Wall number 1: I am fat. When you are fat, that means you are ugly. When you are ugly, that means you do not deserve to be loved. If you do not deserve to be loved, then you will never find love. If you never find love, you will never face rejection. You are then safe. The wall was built. 

Wall number 2: I am gay. I am a man that is attracted to other men. When I was in middle school. I want to say either sixth or seventh grade I realized this. Before I had known I seemed different, but I didn’t have the feelings to go along with it until puberty hit. I don’t know when I learned the word for it, but I know I was scared. I knew that I liked men. No one I had ever known liked men. I had not seen a gay man on television. I had not read about them in books. I had not seen them on the internet. This was a hidden wall. The wall you put up as a gay person is “I am straight.” This is a wall that not only is one of the hardest walls to build, but it is one that shadows who you truly are the most as well. Like a plant that seeks light, it is forever shaded by a towering brick facade. It stunts the plant’s growth. Emotionally you become afraid to love, but seek it in all the places you can possibly find. Whether that be people, food, drugs, fantasy worlds, etc. I would say I was an emotional person from the time I was young. I would constantly seek love from those around me and I saw some comfort in food. 

This wall is built to protect you from those who you are afraid will judge you based on who you are interested in. I was most scared that someone would see through this wall. They would see through a crack in the mortar or maybe I had misplaced a brick. This happened probably more times than I am aware of. 

In 7th grade a boy asked me at the end of art class if I liked boobs or hairy balls. I was so shocked by his question I don’t even remember what my response was. I do remember telling my teacher and getting the boy in trouble. His friends criticized me for doing so.

My friend in middle and high school, many times tried to out me as gay. I cannot remember any of the instances clearly in order to give details, but I can remember it on multiple occasions. 

Wall number of 3: “I am stupid.” Something I would, and still do say to myself too often. I do not see myself as an intelligent person. I cannot spell well. Thankfully modern day amenities can assist me with this. I do not have a good memory. Whether that is from not studying something enough or literally just the fact that I don’t have a good memory, I don’t know, but I feel as if I cannot recall simple facts or memories. Definitely as life goes on, I find myself remembering more of the painful memories rather than the happy ones. 

The wall that I put up doesn’t show that I am an intelligent individual, but it is one that simply doesn’t offer any input into a conversation and does not answer any questions in fear what I say will be completely incorrect. If I am incorrect, there will be someone there to point it out, therefor exposing my stupidity. It is best to stand there and smile. Pretend to be interested in the conversation. Pretend you know what they are talking about. Smile. Look them in the eye for a little bit. Now look away a bit. Nod you head. 

These three walls have meaning. The fourth wall was built to complete the square. So no one could see in. 

When I started dating, wanting to find a person who I could go out with, someone who maybe…hopefully I could spend the rest of my life with. I knew I would have to let people through my walls. I knew I would have to tear them down just a little bit. If I didn’t they wouldn’t be able to see the true me. Who I was on the inside. 

Who was I though. The funny thing about walls is not only does it protect yourself from others, but it keeps you from seeing yourself. There is no mirror within the walls, there is no light, the bricks and mortar to not reflect your image. 

When I met my boyfriend, he was different from the rest. Yes we exchanged the same few questions one does when they are first meeting a person. 

“What do you like to do?” “What food do you like to eat?” “What is your favorite movie?” The usuals. 

But it was after a few days of talking that he began to share more and more of himself with me. About his drinking problem and about his life that compelled me to take down some of my own walls. If he was sharing all of this information about himself, it would only be fair that I do the same. After a few dates, I kept telling myself that I needed to continue seeing him because I was afraid I would be missing out on something if I didn’t. So many others I had gone on first dates with, maybe even a second date, I could take or leave. It truly didn’t matter to me if I would see them ever again. My boyfriend however, was different, he showed me his heart. 

Numbers.

When we first started dating, we saw each other 2 times a week approximately. 8 hours each time give or take. When he became busier with school, that slid down to 1 time a week. That time spent helping him with his homework or simply watching him work. Don’t get me wrong, I just wanted to be there, but it didn’t feel like quality time. I’ve started to become more aware of the amount of time I’m allowed to spend with him. I count the minutes. As soon as I see his face, I know the countdown has started. 

Time passes at the same time no matter what. Our perception of time changes based on how we feel. Our emotions. Why doesn’t time past by so quickly when I am with him, but so slowly when I’m not. A day without seeing my boyfriend feels like two. A day with my boyfriend feels like but mere seconds. 

I’m trying my hardest to eliminate time from my daily schedule as much as possible. This way, I hope I am able to live in the moment I’m existing in. Not the moment that is yet to come. 

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CHARACTER INFORMATION

Name: Jaxon Reed

Faceclaim: Ian Somerhalder

Age: 35

Birthday: 7th November 1984

Species: Vampire

TV Show & Occupation:

True Devotion - Stunt Double

BIOGRAPHY:

TW: abuse, alcoholism, violence, murder, death.

If you asked Jaxon what he loved most about his childhood, his eyes would nearly always roll. His answer? Not much. He couldn’t remember a time his father wasn’t drunk and his mother wasn’t crying or sporting fresh bruises from the abuse she took. Jax was only five the first time his father struck him; he hit him so hard across the cheek it knocked him off his feet and blackened his eye for days on end. The older he got, the more aware he became of the misery surrounding the Reed household. His mother had turned to medication for depression and anxiety which made her a ghost of who she used to be. His father was surely only a few years away from liver failure and honestly, he couldn’t wait for that day to come. Jaxon took it upon himself to take care of his little sister who was five years old when he was ten. He would read to her, make her meals, bathe her and make sure she got to school. It was a heavy burden for a child but Jax didn’t mind, he adored her and he tried to do what he could to stop her seeing the fact their parents were wasters. That’s why when social services finally came to take them away, Jaxon shut down emotionally. Their promises of keeping himself and his sister together gave him hope that was cruelly taken away when a couple adopted her. He was fourteen at this point and he knew that day, he’d never see his sister again. His raging hormones fueled his grief, his anger and bitterness towards adults and authority. His attitude earned him no favours and Jax remained in the system until he was eighteen and he packed his bag and left. He’d rather be on the streets than around a bunch of adults who looked at him like a lost cause.

Jaxon made his money in various ways, fighting was a big part of his income, magic was another. Growing up in foster care as a teen, teaching himself magic was only thing that kept his mind from turning against him. He’d become quite good at the basic parlour tricks and would often perform on the street for tips. He’d crash in the local shelter and keep himself to himself; this continued until he was twenty-five and someone approached him with an opportunity he couldn’t refuse. This stranger offered to house him, feed him and train him in return for fighting in a very illegal underground ring. This wasn’t shocking to Jax and he instantly agreed. As troubled as he was, it turned out to be the best decision he ever made. He saved and saved his cut of the winnings until he was financially secure enough to know that he could venture out on his own if he ever wanted to. Women, bars, fighting and magic was his whole aesthetic and he didn’t care to change. Jaxon was a big joker and he loved to spook out the tourists whenever they came close enough to him. Something as simple as making candles lights up in a graveyard on the ghost tours always created an air of fright that he silently enjoyed. He had a few friends but his life severely lacked substance, emotional connection or even a real sense of direction. The older he got the more he found himself wondering how much longer he could continue fighting for a wage. His thoughts would always drift to his little sister, wondering where she was now, what she looked like, if he would ever see her again. He hoped so but he was a realist and knew that would probably never happen.

It wasn’t until he met Sabrina that the softer side of his heart reared its ugly head. It had to be fate that had brought them together. That day she saw him spooking tourists on a ghost tour with magic, meeting in person years later showing she’d never forgotten it. Jax found himself relating to her in a way he didn’t with anyone else, though he didn’t truly understand why until one night when he connected the dots and came to a dreary conclusion. All those random bruises she sported, those doe eyes so hopeful yet full of misery, how had he not figured it out sooner? Whatever her home life was, someone was causing her pain and Jax began to itch with a fierce need to protect her. He let his sister slip through his fingers and in his mind, the day she was adopted was the day he failed her. Maybe he could make up for it by helping Sabrina? He decided to make it his mission to teach her everything he knew about magic, keep her out of her house for as long as he could, he even gave her a key to his apartment, so she had a place to run to if she needed it. He did all this without ever once asking about her home life, sometimes it was better that way, besides, it wasn’t his place to invade her privacy like that, especially when there was still a chance he could be way off about what he thought he knew. It wasn’t until she fell off the radar without a word that he started to worry. He called the local NOLA hospitals and that’s when he learned, by accident mainly, that her father was admitted. He went to visit him, ask him where Sabrina was, but all he got was a hateful speech about how much he hated her, how she deserved every beating he gave her, unknowingly confirming that Jax had been right with his suspicions all along. A vicious feeling bubbled blood and he found himself blinded by rage and holding a pillow over the mans face until he stopped breathing. With his existing injuries, a cardiac arrest had been expected and so, luckily for Jax, resuscitation didn’t work and no postmortem was ever done. He quite literally, got away with murder and honestly? He regretted nothing. He just hoped Sabrina was finally living the life she wanted, finally being free from that man.

Though he was pleased she got out, Jaxon felt her absence. He’d lost the only person he really cared for and it showed in the way his personality darkened. He became more sarcastic, more explosive and worst of all? More carefree. I say that as a bad thing because that’s what cost him his life; well, his human life. Jaxon knowingly and quite frequently ingested vampire blood supplied by his coach to heal from a particularly vicious fight. So when he awoke upside down in his car after running it off the road, drunk driving, he knew in an instant he hadn’t survived. He fed, unable to resist the need for blood and decided that night, he needed to start over. Jaxon knows he still has a lot to learn about what it means to be a vampire but with that in mind, he found himself heading to the one place he knew he’d have an old friend, Vancouver. Grant Riley used to fight in the same underground club that he did and the two became fast friends. Jaxon always tried to help Grant when it came to his vampirism even though there wasn’t much he could offer, he did his best to keep the guy grounded and now, he hopes Grant can do the same in return. He managed to land a job on the show True Devotion as a stunt double, though he knows that was probably something to do with Grant, he’s very grateful for the opportunity. Perhaps this new life could work out better than his old one, but only time will tell. Self-control has never been a strong trait of Jaxon’s and now with everything heightened, he feels very much like a bomb that’s always threatening to explode. All he can do for himself is hope that if that happens, innocent people don’t get caught in the crossfire.  

ANYTHING ELSE:

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