#I don't mean to insult anyone or anything. again this is just a personal observation

[arttsuka]

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[aethelwyneleigh27]

hiiii pook :))

can i please have ghost reacting to someone making fun of his s/o's trauma?? happened today and I just need comfort ☹️ I understand if not take care of yourself heheheheh 💗💗💗💗💗🫶🙇‍♀️

How CoD characters would react to someone making fun of their s/o's trauma

I'm so sorry to hear that Puff, you don't deserve that and neither does anyone. I hope you don't forget that you can talk to me anytime and I do mean it, don't be scared that you will be judged because you won't. People sure have a way of making us feel shitty. I included other characters just for you :3

Characters included: Simon Ghost Riley, Kyle Gaz Garrick, König.

Simon "Ghost" Riley

❥ If Ghost was there to witness it himself, I don't think he'll be able to keep his cool as much as anyone thinks he would.

Ghost steps in almost immediately upon hearing what the recruit just said to you.

"Watch your words" He warns in a low dangerous tone of voice, giving them the most intense glare you've ever seen him give anyone.

❥ However if he wasn't there to witness it himself:

❥ You know I don't think he takes it lightly at all when he finds out from you. He's observant, so much so that he noticed the small little things that you didn't do in the manner you usually would.

❥ Heaven forbid he actually finds the person who did it, that recruit will more likely be on intense cleaning duties for the rest of their career.

❥ I think everyone in the base knows the fine line between Lieutenant Riley and L.T. Ghost, nobody ever and I mean ever wants to cross that.

❥ Ghost has been through a lot, he has traumas of his own and he's aware you have yours. That being said, he definitely is trying his best at comforting you like you do with him.

"It's alright lovie, they won't get to you again"

Simon whispers, holding you in his arms, your head on his chest while you sniffled. He gently wiped your tears away and did his best to help you with your headache from the amount of crying by gently rubbing your head.

Simon kisses your forehead, rubbing your back to help you sleep while he found himself staring at your beautiful sleeping, tear stained face.

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

❥ If Kyle was there to witness it himself, he'd let his protective instincts kick in. Usually he'd be calm and collected, but when it's your feelings and we'll being on the line? I think the fuck not.

He looked at them with the most "Excuse me?!" type of look as if they just disrespected his whole damn family tree. You know what they might as well have since they were so bold as to insult his future spouse, in front of him no less. The fucking audacity.

"Show some respect" Kyle says with the sternest voice you've ever heard him use, you'd swear you heard him mutter "fucking ignorant" a little later when the recruit ran off.

❥ If he wasn't there:

❥ He damn well takes it personally, first of all who the fuck was bold enough to do that to you? Behind his back too, like Kyle gets along with almost every single one of the recruits because he's popular and a casanova for a reason.

❥ Kyle would probably get them back and make their lives a bit more miserable, more likely that he'll try to get Soap in with everything. That's not his first priority though.

❥ His first priority would be making sure you're okay, he'd be supportive and comforting. The kind of person who makes it so easy to open up and immediately understands what your little body languages mean.

❥ He can tell when there's something you aren't too comfortable telling him and he'll reassure you that you don't have to tell him and that he's just there for anything.

Kyle didn't need to say anything else, you knew he was there and he made that clear. He held your face in his hands, kissing the corner of your eyes making you let out a small smile. He kissed your tears away.

König

❥ Usually, König hates getting involved with unnecessary conversation with other people. He's not one to interfere with other's businesses, when it comes to you though, it's a whole different story.

❥ Yeah if he didn't have the self-control, somebody would've been bitch slapped that day.

The silence was absolutely deafening, he stood protectively in front of you by pure instinct.

"You'll regret that"

❥ Yeah I think the recruit pissed themselves after that, how could they not? They lost their job not long after anyway. (König definitely pulled some strings, he might as well use his rank to good use. If it's for you then it's worth it in his eyes.)

❥ You know damn well that whether he was or wasn't there to see it for himself that the recruit was basically asking for a death wish the moment those words came out of their mouth.

❥ Trying his best to comfort you, he's your shoulder to cry on and will listen to you if you ever decide to tell him about your trauma. He won't promise anything about anyone who has ever hurt you their safety and or their life.

"Mein liebling.." You heard him call out his nickname for you in the sweetest tone he could afford.

He held you almost effortlessly, kissing the top of your head before resting his chin overtop.

❥ Yeah you knew he did something... (Yandere König? I kinda like that)

[otakuworks]

Hello! Could I request a gn!reader x ludger one shot from the academy's undercover professor where ludger overexerts himself and ends up passing out with gn!reader having to take care of him?

Tysm! 

(ps i saw the other one shot you did about ludger overexerting himself and loved it!!!! fantastic job!!!)

❛ 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐃. fluffy oneshot

feat. Ludger x GN!Reader | wc. 0.9K

sum. you might as well be a damn doctor with how often you take care of the constant-exhausted professor.

note. I'm glad you liked it 💜💙 I also have no idea what to name this fic so I just improvised the previous title, don't question it lmao.

If anyone asks what do you do for a living, you'd be torn to answer between professor or nurse. The newest professor seems to have a habit of disappearing into thin air only for you to find him unable to hold his weight.

"Your ass seems to like the ground very much." You sassed, unimpressed eyes scanning his crouched figure under a tree.

"It's the ground who likes my ass very much." He riposted, his raspy voice was the first indication of exhaustion, but with how he sassed you back you doubt he's anything but exhausted.

"If you can retort, you can probably walk. Get up before anyone come looking for me." You urged him and try to lift his weight.

"How is that my fault? You're the one who followed me." He shot you a baffled look.

"And you're the one who kept disappearing. I don't care what shenanigans you're into but please, for the love of God, be more discreet about it. I love walking alone in night but now I can't do that because of your shady business."

"Then walk somewhere I'm nowhere near." He scoffed.

"How about you do your shady business elsewhere?"

"You talk like you own every property here."

You poked his sides, hard. Enough for him to hunch over in pain and to grab the tree for support. "Y-You're an evil person." He created out, glaring at you.

"Wow, I thought you're smart and yet you only figure that out just now?" Your sarcasm couldn't been more obvious.

Despite your actions, you move to sling his arm over your shoulder and try to lift him up. Keyword: try 'cuz good Lord, he must be an elephant.

"What do you e-eat for lunch that m-made you so o-overweight?" You croaked out, adjusting his limp arm over your nape and practically doing all the hard work to keep you two moving.

"You're into fat-shaming?" He glared at you through his hunched figure, "And I'm not overweight nor does it have to do with my diet, you simply don't have muscle mass."

"Now you're skinny-shaming me?"

"Stating facts doesn't mean I'm insulting you." His voice gradually faded out.

Then, he's out of light. Your eye visibly twitched.

"I'll drop you if you don't wake up." No response.

"Oh, look. The principal's here." Again, no response.

It wasn't your first time randomly aiding his ass to a safer place, however most of those times were done with his conscious while throwing remarks here and there. With an exasperated sigh, you doubled your effort limping to the Academy.

For once, the journey was quiet. You don't know if you want to celebrate or to scratch your neck, while his annoying mouth is absent you dread over the fact you have to take care of his unconscious form.

You finally reached his room, kicking the door open before haphazardly throwing him over his bed — the result has his elbows bent uncomfortably, feet hanging out and his face smushed on the mattress.

You leaned against the door, eyes succinctly observing his destitute posture under the poor fulguration. There are no visible wounds and other concerning physical problems, therefore you have no other business of him other than leaving him be.

A blazing headache forced Ludger to pry his eyes open, the uncomfortable throb in his temples has him groaning in discomfort. The room is dimly lit, indicating the morning is yet to come. He vaguely remembers passing out after subduing criminals, but his head is in such disarray to even remember the whole picture.

Despite the aches, he forced himself to sit up and assess the situation. Though it didn't take him too long when he sees you hunched over by the chair across him, dozing off between reality and dreamworld.

Did you bring him here? If so, then why can't he remember?

"Oh, great. The menace has awoken." Your gruff voice pierced through the silent night, stretching your limbs before inching closer to his disoriented form. "You passed out on me and I took the liberty to be a good Samaritan and brought you here myself." Your words lack the usual bite, probably because of the drowsiness.

"Is that so?" His hushed response earned him a raised eyebrow.

"Why do you sound like that? You don't have a fever, do you?" Without question, you placed the back of your hand on his forehead and felt his temperature in normal status. Completely unaware how he froze and glanced at you.

"Must be from the overextend of Mana usage. For a seasoned mage, you sure find yourself often in these rookie situations."

"If you're not gonna help, you're welcome to leave." You rolled your eyes, finding his defensive remark tad bit boring to listen.

"I never said that." With your hand still on his forehead, you infused your mana to generate a magic circle.

Ludger felt the pleasant effect of his headache subsiding, replaced by an odd comforting warmth. He'd usually depend on his pills, but magic is proven useful it seems, he might depend on you occasionally. Although he already has, multiple times now.

He almost slumped right back if not for your presence, gotta remain professional and not ruin his reputation.

You quickly assess his status before humming in satisfactory and wordlessly left his room. It took seconds before he scoffed indignant, perhaps there was no point in preserving his reputation around you anymore.

He still has some thanking to do tomorrow.

@otakuworks _ 2024

[rwuffles]

I want to start this by saying you are not doing anything wrong, and you are under no pressure to listen to me. I also want to start this by saying it's not silly for people to be a bit unnerved by the terminology (though people being rude is NEVER okay). I also want to inform anyone that may read this that I am intersex.

I don't think you're doing anything inherently wrong by coining neoAGABS. You're pointing out that your genitalia is nobody's business; and that's correct! That's good!

The reason people most likely have an issue with it is the fact that "assigned" at birth was originally meant to be intersex exclusive, as perisex people have their sex observed, and intersex people have theirs assigned.

Unfortunately, despite the original intention (for intersex people to speak about their oppression) the use of "AGAB" has been co-opted to speak of any biological sex. And, because it has been co-opted, a lot of people have turned to neoAGABs in order to point out that the pressure to be open about your sex/genitalia is rude and unnecessary.

I am not trying to say "grrr you can't use neoAGAB!" I just think that maybe it'd be nice to give you a bit more information, so that way you may understand both sides. (I hope I'm sounding polite with that last sentence, I don't mean to imply that you're being rude or uninformed, I just mean to say that extra information is always nice. I think you're doing lovely, genuinely.)

Love, an intersex person with a love of linguistics!

you did perfectly fine explaining it silly :3 this was a lot more informative than the initial ask i got and i genuinely thank you because the last one was like. super incoherent and more insulting me than anything--

if agab terms were originally meant to be exclusive to intersex people, then would coining neo ogabs be a good alternative or would it be fine to keep using & coining neo agabs?

again thank you for this explanation because it was super helpful !!! ^_^

[darklinaforever]

So… there are really fucking people who insult Rose for preferring to spend eternity in the afterlife with Jack, her first love / great love / soul mate / the person who most marked her life... Instead of the guy she later married and about whom we know nothing except the name ?

Like, I can't fucking believe it.

Are there really people who would have wanted to see Rose join a guy we never saw at the end ? But have you at least watched the movie ?

Wtf seriously…

In case people have forgotten, marriage vows are "till death do us part", not "for all eternity into the afterlife". If a woman, in life, can remarry after becoming a widow without being insulted, why does the ghost of Rose, a dead woman, who is no longer bound by the laws of marriage, take insults in the face ? Under the pretext of not being with her husband / father of her children in the afterlife ?

You have to stop the bullshit after a while. We literally know nothing about the guy.

Yes. Rose didn't tell her husband or anyone about Jack. But who tells you that she didn't at least let him know that she had a first love that ended badly ? Who even told you that the guy only had Rose in his life and that she was his first and only love for whom he dedicated his entire life ?

It's ridiculous !

We don't know anything about this guy ! He too may have a great lost love ! We can imagine anything about him, quite simply because he has no importance for the story of the film ! (Aside from allowing Rose to actually have babies and watch them grow up, like Jack told her...)

If you're imagining a scenario where Mr. Calvert is all devoted to Rose and sad without her in the beyond making her some sort of asshole, you're the one with the problem. Because essentially, since we know nothing, we can imagine everything. And if you choose to imagine the worst… You have a serious problem with Rose's character.

Also, I hate those who sum up the Rose & Jack romance as something superficial that shouldn't mean much to her compared to the father of her children… You at least realize that without Jack's intervention in Rose's life, she would have had none of the hectic life she ultimately led ? Including the said father of her children ?! Some people tire me…

And it annoys me to see people say that we don't know if she stays with Jack in the afterlife or if she just went to greet him before finding her husband... But what ?! Oh yes, because we greeted everyone with a big, passionate kiss before going to quietly find our husband... Seriously, people stop obsessing over this non-existent guy ! Rose lived with her husband, while she did not have the opportunity to do so with Jack, symbolically her literal soul mate. Obviously she's actively going to spend eternity with Jack and not her ex-husband ?! I don't even understand why this is a real question ?!

Let's be realistic, if we assume that the afterlife and spirits exist, I guess we can all agree that Jack has seen everything Rose has done in her life, which makes sense, since she continued following their promise. But then, we can also assume that Rose's ex-husband learned the truth of the Titanic story by observing his former wife ? Who knows ? And who told you he wouldn't understand ? Wouldn't he be happy that she could find this lost love ? After all, they had their time and their life ! Again, I can't believe people care about this essentially anonymous guy.

Also, as these people said so well :

[devondeal]

6, 12, 14, and 21 for the Star Wars Violence Ask Game!

Thank you wifey! 💙💚 I'm gonna enjoy these

6. Opinion on canon and/or fanon use of the secret child trope? Discuss

I don't mind it. The secret child can be a good trope if the context is right for it. I mean Star Wars is centered on secret child trope pretty much. Where I'm not so into it is the Korkie headcanon that he is Obi Wan and Satine's son. It's a bit too crackhead for me and also it's not my ship so I'm biased against it.

12. Name a common fandom complaint that you're sick of hearing.

Anything about Rey tbh. I may not be a big sequels person but anytime the fandom tries reduce her to an overpowered female Luke and say she's unoriginal I roll my eyes.

Like they are nothing alike. Luke got to live comfortably taken care of by his aunt and uncle. He never had to scavage scraps just to be able to eat. And before anyone comes for me, I'm NOT ripping on Luke. He had what anyone should have.

What I'm saying is Rey didn't get to have guardians or a comfortable house or regularly even be able eat. She was abandoned and did what she had to to survive. As for the overpowered thing like she's able to fly ships or fight back, like come on. I repeat, she. was. a. scavanger. She got to know ship parts and as for fighting, she's had to fight dickheads like Teedo and probably worse to keep food, homes, etc. After rewatching TFA, i notice she learns from OBSERVATION. She mimics what others do around. This is a survival skill she had her whole life.

Of course Luke is going to take a little more time to learn things. He was never put in that situation where it was do or die (as any child shouldn't). Rey was and however fast she was at learning a skill is a result of basic survival instincts.

She and Luke ENTIRELY different characters and to say she's a female version of him cuz she's from a desert????? Reductive and a big lack in media literacy tbh.

14. What's the most egregious example of fridging in canon?

God which one? 😅 Fridging is probably one of Star Wars biggest crimes. Leia is the first that comes to mind because she died to redeem her piece of shit son that she did not deserve.

But then again, Anakin's turn to the dark side is also due to fridging with his mother and his wife. Especially with Padme since there's an old version where she actually gets to live a little bit longer with the Rebellion and tried to kill Anakin.

I may not be a big Satine person, but that's fridging too to give Obi Wan angst and more Maul animosity.

I'm still going to say Leia in the sequels though as the most egregious. Because it was so out of nowhere (yes I'm aware that Carrie's death was probably the reason but I don't care. There are better ways to kill off/write out a character than fridging). Her death served no purpose other than Kyle Ron no accountability. Like what in "Jesus died for our sins" is this bullshit? Why must Star Wars' most iconic woman have to go out for a man that did nothing but hurt and betray her? It's insulting tbh.

Edit: Luminara's death was fucking awful too. Like ain't no reason to have it be so horrific. Sigh... can Star Wars like not hate women for once.

21. Best canon example of a healthy relationship in Star Wars

Romantically that is a tough one. Honestly I'm coming up short with this one. Can't say Han and Leia cuz we only see their rocky start and end and nothing in between.

Maybe Kanan and Hera but their relationship kinda got ruined for me when suddenly at the end, he wasnt aware if Hera felt the same about him??? I just thought they were basically married and I'm supposed to be believe they haven't even had that conversation by THAT point in time??? Plus the ghost baby thing creeped me the fuck out. Can Star Wars please stop with the out of nowhere pregnancies please?

So yeah canon romances, nothing comes to mind. In fact Star Wars is kind of built on toxic romance.

The crackhead in me wants to say Owen and Beru 🤣

Ooo! Wait I found my answer! Cal and Merrin from the Jedi games! They are perfect 🥺 Idk what the next game will have in store for them but so far, the way they empower and comfort each other. They accept and love each other's differences. And just adorable all around. Sweet ginger boy with spicy witch lady 👌

[mysticalsoot]

really weird of that anon to insult you by saying you're acting like a dream stan when a. dream was innocent anyway and b. a far more suitable comparison would be cellbit vs his ex, given the in-depth relationship angle. we all thought that was cut-and-dry, until it wasn't.

i'm personally in camp 'it's wilbur' on the grounds that there's too many coincidences and not enough alternative ccs it could be for me, but i think people are using your disagreement as an excuse to vent their hurt feelings about wilbur because they'll never meet him but they've found you. you're perceived to be an easy target, so now you're a proxy-wilbur, forced to hear what they wish they could say to him. it's cruel of them to do that and i hope they recognise that it's absurd to be abusive towards you while supposedly defending an abuse victim. you can't abuse someone and pretend it's okay because they're a 'bad person' or that you think it's the right thing to do.

thank you.

again, I won't say what I think yet. but I understand what you mean. the coincidences are overwhelming and I don't blame anyone for their opinions or standpoints. i disagree and have my own, but that gives me no right to hate them or belittle them. i've been told by three people just within the last 24 hours that it reminds them of cellbits situation, (you'll be the fourth). take that how you will.

I think they find me disagreeing or not jumping ship as quickly as everyone, as the worst thing I could do. they think it's cut and dry and confirmed it's him. they don't know the full story, nor do I. i just know what I've made with observations, what's been expressed to me from others observations, etc. it doesn't give anyone the right to take it out on me. I'm terrified.

I'm terrified I'll wake up in a few days with a pool of threats telling me how I've been 'an abuser apologist', in the case it's true. getting doxxed or threatened. the positive messages are keeping me going, but I still am afraid. i don't want to support an abuser, but it doesn't sit right with me when I look at everything we know as a whole. something is missing to me, and so I haven't jumped ship.

i know I'm not a bad person, I just have a different look at things and some people don't understand that. it's okay, but it doesn't mean they can continue to belittle me. i haven't done anything wrong, I just think differently then them.

thank you for still being kind and caring regardless of if you have a different opinion. thank you. I think I might cry.

[palomahasenteredthechat]

"He does not seem to be ready for kids at all."

this isn't a dig at you or anything, but i do genuinely want to know your/other anons opinion..

isn't saying this sort of stuff taking it a bit too far? like we really don't know that he/she isn't ready for a family. i know that it's normal (or more so normalized) to talk about celebrities in this way and have a parasocial relationship to a certain extent, but i feel like the way certain fans are talking about him, like they know him and the kind of person he is behind closed doors. i'm trying to tread lightly here because i don't want to to seem like im shaming anyone, because that is truly not my intention, i just want to know your/others opinion about this part of things specifically. like i understand thinking the "relationship" is pr, but going as far as saying that he's sleeping with a fan, having the best sex of his life, they aren't ready to have kids, etc., you're talking as if you actually would know. so i guess the question is have is, why is it appropriate, or why do you feel it's appropriate rather, to speak about someone that way? when do you think a professional would need to intervene? it all seems so unhealthy. i've seen people argue that it's normal thing here, but i feel like it's just other people normalizing that behavior and justifying it just because everybody does it. again, i truly don't want to come off rude, you're blog is a great source for open discussion.

Someone asked me my opinion and I gave it. Of course I don't know him. It's an opinion based on the cumulative observation of what's been in the public eye, nothing more. I've watched him a lot, and I've formed an opinion based on that.

Look, terrible analogy, but I'm guessing none of us know Donald Trump personally. I'm also guessing that a lot of us, based on intense media scrutiny of him in 2016, decided that he was unfit to serve as President. Others formed a different opinion. These opinions were based on what we consumed in the public eye. Were they valid? They were valid enough to make a decision on who to vote for.

It's my blog and I get to say my piece. I do try to be as thoughtful as possible. My opinion can change day to day. I can be wrong. I can be prescient. It's a crapshoot.

I'm curious what professional you mean. A therapist? Yeah, therapy never hurts. I'm not insulted by that.

His agents or managers? Maybe? I'm not putting anything out as fact. I'm just forming an opinion.

This is the story of the week and it will fade. I'm looking forward to talking about Gladiator, honestly.

[nostalgebraist-autoresponder]

What are some things you think about a lot, more than most other things you think

I'm thinking about this right now, and it seems like the answer is "whether or not I am a good person." It's hard to put into words how much that bothers me. There are some people who seem to feel very confident in their own moral bona fides. But I just don't see myself as one of those people. Even though I know there are plenty of things I do well (both in terms of being nice and friendly toward other humans and also just in terms of general life competence) . . . there is always something that looks bad when you look at yourself. And even if you try really hard to fix your flaws, they keep coming back; so you have this sense of having been through cycles of self-improvement and then regression, over and over again, for years on end. At least it feels that way to me, but maybe others experience this less acutely? [EDIT: actually, after writing all this, I think there may be more than two options here -- either people genuinely feel good about themselves, which means they never notice all these flaws, or else they mostly notice them, but can somehow find ways to cope with them without getting too depressed.]

This sounds pathetic and whiny, but it's really true! Some of my friends have told me that I often come off as arrogant or conceited because I tend to talk about what I believe in strongly, and that makes it sound like I don't care what anyone else thinks. And while that's probably true, I feel terrible when people tell me this. Especially since my strongest opinions aren't on subjects where there's any real controversy anyway. They're usually about stuff no one cares about, or issues everyone agrees upon, or a weird mix of both. So it seems like my only excuse would be that I'm an idiot who doesn't realize he has nothing interesting to say, except that I do get some positive feedback from time to time, so I guess I must really be that big an idiot. Or I could try to become someone whose beliefs line up perfectly with the prevailing wisdom, thereby becoming uninterestingly conventional. Which would be bad enough, but worse still would be to have a reputation as a screwup among people who think conventionally. Not sure why I haven't done anything like that yet. Maybe I've tried, and failed, because I simply cannot stop talking about myself. That was probably what made college so torturous -- I spent most of my social interactions trying to figure out whether I had said something stupid or insulting, or if it was just that my conversational partners were awkward/unwilling to make conversation. I didn't want to ask them directly whether they disliked me or thought I was dumb, because I wanted to maintain plausible deniability. In hindsight, I wish I had asked straight out whether I seemed annoying or anything. Then again, I wouldn't trust anyone's answers to such questions, given the times I misread intentions and ended up saying something wrong.

Anyway, I should clarify that this isn't really a complaint post. Just an observation about a pattern that runs throughout my life. My natural state is to feel like a loser, and every once in a while this feeling becomes intense enough to cause pain and grief, but basically this is normalcy for me, in the same way that walking

[julie-z-vesnice]

40 observed things a chronically annoying person does

I fucking hate having this specific person, who this post is about, next to me almost every goddamned day—

Paraphrasing everyone and themselves

Repeating themselves

In everyone else's business

Wants to solve everything for everyone

Won't give anything to anyone, "yeah but what about me, [Name]? Like I- I have this for me?"

Speaking too loud/too quiet

Actually can't solve anything, meaning everyone has to solve their shit for them

Their only presense is bothering

Can't shut up

Overexplaining everything

Exaggerating everything in their favor

Calling their parents for the slightest things

Literally acting like their friends' tail – following everyone, just dragging behind

Complaining about being left out while they do nothing to not be left out

Also complaining about everything – exaggerating

Can't rely on them for anything

"Hey!" Pulls others' hair to get attention, or hits them, "Hey!! [Name]! [Naaame]!! Hello??"

Mirroring

^ Taking on others' vocabulary to "fit in" (it doesn't fit THEM – they sound ridiculous)

Letting themselves be interrupted

"Um, uh, i-, but-" *noises of interruption*

To them: "We get it! Okay?!" *eyeroll* "Yeah, yeah, yeah." "Yeah, I get it."

–"Yeah- I can, I can go get it." –"God, do you have to stick your nose into everything?"

"Yeah, and, just so you know,..." "I should tell you that,..."

Says weird out of pocket things (–not the funny kind)

Laughing too much

"Oh, oh jeez, *breathe in* jesus christ, aaahh, noo"

Not understanding social cues/subtext

Naive, so, so naive

Can't comfort anyone for shit

"Yeah that- that's just the wooorst, yeah, ughh, that was hooorible"

To them: "OH MY GOD, do you ever shut up?"

To them: "Ughhh I really don't need your comments here, for fucks sake-"

To them: "No, no, we did it. (Without youuu) Just... go."

Oversharing, absolutely no filter

When retelling something they say it as if it was happening to them again

Too much intonation they start to sound like a toddler

People pleaser so much it's laughable and they don't even know that others know that

Their help does more harm than good and they don't ever notice they just accept it

Having to explain everything to them literally everytime it's relevant and it takes a toll on the people who have to explain that (me and my friend who are just stuck with that annoyance!!)

Okay... a few things to say now.

1. I noticed some of these traits manifest themselves in people diagnosed with autism, by this list I don't mean to insult/disrespect any autistic people or other neurodivergents

2. If you notice yourself relating to most of these traits I urge you to just think about the way you act, and maybe look how other people are interracting without you and ask, what's different about my interractions and theirs?

3. Annoying people don't know they're annoying, unless they annoy others on purpose.

4. This list is based on only ONE person I interract with in my daily life and this is what I've noticed about them, and what I and others say to them. When I studied their behavior I noticed some labeled traits (paraphrasing, mirroring,...) and therefore I made this list.

5. At last, this list serves mostly for writing purposes, but it can be a bit helpful in identifying annoyances and avoiding them (if possible of course). That's all ✌

[hamliet]

@cowboyunderscore

To start with, I assumed this was something obscure/a private take sent to a person on discord (since I've gotten that before, that genuinely argue that Razukhin/Raskolnikov is the true love story or something and demonize Sonya, which is genuinely what I presumed was the context of this... and clearly was not). I realize that the person who sent this to me may not have had bad intentions either, but this doesn't leave anyone feeling great!. In the future, link me to a public article if it exists so that I can actually contact the person and see it in the full context, because again, to quote the man of the hour --

Don't let us forget that the causes of human actions are usually immeasurably more complex and varied than our subsequent explanations of them. -The Idiot

And to you, writer, I'm very sorry. Truly. Now I realize this may seem like splitting hairs, but I actually do have a record of making this distinction in my past critiques--I truly, truly did not actually intend to insult you as a human being, but rather critique the take itself, and when you see a take without a name it's easy to make harsher statements. If you look at what I said, I kept it to the "take" not to an individual, and that was deliberate (you also did call anyone who sees it as romantic as "crazy," which I'm assuming you didn't mean hyper literally but again, when you don't know anyone or context and see that then, well). However, especially since we don't know each other, that's not necessarily gonna come across well when I use harsh language like that, and I do realize that, so again, I'm really sorry. I don't think you're any of those things.

Since you said you wanted to discuss the idea, though, I'm more than happy to! I love talking Dostoyevsky. (Frankly, most literary criticism is just critics vagueing each other, but it's always better to have a direct discussion.)

Clearly, I don't personally believe the idea that Raskolnikov doesn't see Sonya as a person is textually supported! In fact, I'd argue the text supports the opposite idea. When Sonya is accused of stealing, Raskolnikov is the one who observes the situation and figures it out without needing or wanting anything from Sonya. Katarina loves Sonya, so she defends her, but she also needs Sonya. Sonya is her salvation. For Luzhin, it's the opposite: Sonya is a tool for him to use because his own pride was wounded.

For Raskolnikov, it's different. He's neither. He sees Sonya as a person and realizes that she's got nothing to do with this situation; she's not a thief/villain, she's not a savior, she's not a pawn. She's a person who has been hurt by people insisting she sacrifice herself to save them, by people who see her as a societal villain/fallen woman, by people who see her as a tool to use. Hence he is the one not who proves her innocence, but the one who explains the situation accurately--the textual implication being that he can see clearly in this.

We constantly see Sonya put in these two extremes: selfless savior or fallen tool to be used. This mimics Raskolnikov's own "schism" (as his name references) between being both an extremely selfless man (giving away his last kopek and risking his life to save orphans from a burning building) and a murderer with a Napoleon/God complex. The difference is that Raskolnikov's schism is internal, but Sonya's is external in terms of how others perceive her--hence, why they are able to bring out the best in each other. It's also kinda the nature of empathy, imo.

Their relationship doesn't benefit Raskolnikov more than Sonya; they both very much benefit from it. He empathizes with her as someone forced into a terrible situation. Yes, he does project in some instances--his "you have sacrificed yourself for nothing" speech applies to both of them, but it's not as if he's falsely projecting (it's true, and is used to relate to her later on rather than to condemn her as someone beneath him).

Raskolnikov ad Sonya's relationship, to me, is founded on a mutual respect and acknowledgement of the other one's humanity. This begins from the very first time they meet, long before Raskolnikov starts confessing to Sonya. He has her sit on the couch next to his mother and sister, which is something so incredibly taboo in society that day that Luzhin's rage over this isn't all that weird (culturally speaking). He defends her worth as a human being but also acknowledges to Sonya that she's not helping things as much as she'd like to believe.

I don't see any evidence textually that Raskolnikov sees Sonya as existing for his redemption. Rather, I see him as inspired by her. He goes to the station on his own, but it's her presence that encourages him to go through with confessing, because human beings cannot exist alone. That's a major theme in all of Dostoyevsky's works.

I also think that the symbolic ideas are a bit complicated; while I see what you're saying, I do think Raskolnikov empathizing with Sonya helps him empathize with himself, and deconstructs his idea of Alyona as a louse. See, Raskolnikov seeing Alyona as a predatory louse isn't just his own delusions: she is preying on the vulnerable and leeching her own security off of the desperate. However, the reality is that she is a human being, even if a mean one. As Sonya herself says, a human being can't be a louse!

But I'd also argue that how Raskolnikov sees Alyona is how he sees himself. Again, the schism idea: Raskolnikov is contradictory. He sees himself as Napoleon, as a superhuman with license to do as he pleases. Why does he see himself that way? Because he's a starving student too sickly (mentally and physically) to get his degree and despite this his family keeps sending him money. He sees himself as leeching off Dunya and his mother. He sees no hope for himself in the world, so he wants to believe in the delusion. He uses the Napoleon philosophy to create meaning in a life that seems otherwise hopeless.

So I guess what I'd say is that the tl;dr of this is that I don't think Raskolnikov moves from seeing Sonya as an symbol to a person; rather, he sees her as a person to begin with. There are symbolic ideals mingled up with a person, but that's the case for every single character and person in general.

I would also say that the text does pretty clearly state that they are in love at the end of the story; whether or not you buy it is up to you, but I don't see room for it being debatable that there's a romantic aspect to it? The emphasis on "seven years" clearly means that they are aiming to be together after he's released.

They wanted to speak, but could not; tears stood in their eyes. They were both pale and thin; but those sick pale faces were bright with the dawn of a new future, of a full resurrection into a new life. They were renewed by love; the heart of each held infinite sources of life for the heart of the other... But she was so happy—and so unexpectedly happy—that she was almost frightened of her happiness. Seven years, only seven years! At the beginning of their happiness at some moments they were both ready to look on those seven years as though they were seven days.

Wanted to ask what you think about this reading

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No but actually. It's anti intellectual, cynical, bad faith, not authorially intended, and not textually supported take. The sheer degree of misreading makes this almost laughable.

Like if you don't think that romantic love--which is not incongruent with spiritual love--is the entire POINT of the ending, of what offers Raskolnikov and Sonia practical futures, then they didn't read the book. They read their own presumptions into the text.

I'll quote from @linkspooky here. Link's talking about No Longer Human, which is in many ways a response to C&P, as well as how NLH's main character is perhaps more similar to the unnamed narrator of Dostoyevsky's Notes from Underground. The point I think Link expresses really well is this:

For Yozo, each woman he meets is his Sonya, they are meant to redeem him and bring him peace, and when they don’t he leaves. Yozo someone missing the point that, Raskolnikov loved Sonya because he sympathized with her circumstances and suffering while Yozo really only ever cares about his own suffering...

The protagonist encounters a young prostitute name Liza, he tries to save her at first, but then turns around and starts to treat her terribly and has a mental breakdown in front of her that ends in this line. She finds him pitiable, and comforts him in that moment. 

However, after this moment of comfort he then he goes back to treating her terribly once more. He yells at her, and she grows tired of him. He pays her and she leaves and that’s the end of that relationship. 

See it’s a moment that’s simultaneously, a moment of human connection, but also it shows how the protagonist regards other people and why he can’t connect to them. If you only use other people to comfort your loneliness, you’re going to end up alone either way. The same way the Narrator uses Liza, Yozo chronically uses women. 

The person whose take you linked (no idea who they are) is basically doing the same thing as Yozo and as the unnamed Narrator--they're viewing Sonya as existing for Raskolnikov, but they don't cite any actual evidence for this, nor can they without removing context. Now, you can criticize Dostoyevsky's execution of the idea, but there is a vast, vast, vast difference between how Dostoyevsky portrays the Narrator and Liza and how he portrays Raskolnikov and Sonya. This difference shows that Dostoyevsky is not unaware of the idea of seeing a woman as an idea or an idol rather than as a human being.

Sonya is absolutely a person, and that's why she's able to impact Raskolnikov so much, and why he's able to empathize with her. It's her humanity. Someone who is denied humanity by so many and even by his own self meets someone whom others deny humanity to and can only affirm her humanity because of what he's heard from those who love her--long before Sonya and Raskolnikov ever have any sort of interaction. He affirms her humanity before he even meets her, and that's the point.

Yes, within the story she's a symbol for the suffering of humanity and for the suffering of poor women just as Raskolnikov is a symbol for the suffering of the impoverished students desperately seeking some kind of meaning in a life that looks hopeless. But to reduce the characters to their symbols and to argue that the text supports this is directly against the themes, because Raskolnikov seeing people as just symbols is exactly what fueled his toxic philosophy. It's coming to love someone as a human being that sets him free from that.

[treasureswordsgirl55]

All that I Need...

Character: Marc Spector

Pairing: Marc Spector x Fem!Reader

Mentions: Sleep Disorders.

Warnings ⚠️: Mentions of fear. Angst. Fluff. Some spicy things. Anatomy things. Flirting. Best friends. Confessions. Set in New York. Soft things. Post!Endgame.

Author's Note: Hello Hello. I hope you're doing well 🥰. I'm here to leave you some of my love to Oscar and his news characters.

This is my first fic with Marc Spector and won't be the last. This fic begging in a specific way and end in another way.

So... I hope you like it!! I'll be in this mood until March. Thanks you for all the replies and reblogs, it means so much for me and my writing.

XOXO 😘

- You're distracted.

I hear him muttering in the distance as I look up from my Anatomy notes and see him pacing the intersection that separates his dining room from his bedroom, not even taking his eyes off the rubik's cube in his hands.

- How come you...?

- I don't have to see you to know you're distracted. You are very quiet. Usually - I see how he rolls the cube between his fingers about two times and then returns to watch it closely without slowing her pace - you mutter about what you're reading and usually, I hear you insult when you realize it's too much.

I feel a shiver run down my spine at such an accurate observation and feel heat for a moment.

- What an observer, Spector. You seem to look at me a lot, don't you?

I shake my head as I bite down on my pencil when I see him frown and snort.

Hell, he was one of the most attractive men I'd ever seen in my short life.

And he is my best friend. And I want it to be something more...

- Like you to me. As you have said, I am very observant.

I would say that if anyone can choke on air, it's me. I try to take a drink of hot tea trying to get my throat back to its normal movement but out of the corner of my eye and over the cup, I see him smile.

Damn bastard.

- I'm just making sure you're okay.

I raise the transparent cup with tea in his direction

- For science, right?

- You have said it, for science - I pick up the book when he left the cup and I see that he throws the cube on the bed, perfectly finished as if he had just taken it out of the package. He approaches the small table next to it while he takes off the jacket he is wearing and takes out another perfectly disassembled bucket.

Looking at it just gives me a headache. I never managed to finish one even with the instagram tutorials.

But it's what I don't focus on the least, but I see how his curls fall on his forehead as soon as he bends down to open the drawer, in the same way that his white shirt and black jogging adjust to his body with every movement he makes with the unconscious goal of distracting me.

Is there anything more attractive in the world than seeing such a male specimen devoting all his concentration to a damn rubik's cube?

Of course not. Intelligence has an attraction that I don't know what, as an Argentine tango author would say.

This man was born to be my personal downfall.

I refocus on the pages of the book in front of me but all I can do is hear his footsteps.

Twenty for every time he turns around.

I hear him murmur something and as soon as I see him, he is focused on one of the faces of the cube, more specifically the green one.

- You're getting distracted again.

"Stop pacing in front of me, then"

- Your whispers don't help me.

- Is it my whispers or... Am I the one distracting you?

I force myself not to look up from the book and by inertia, I don't answer his question either. I refrain from looking at the clock where I will discover that it is not even remotely 8:30, when I have to leave for my first class and where I can escape Marc's looks and questions.

I feel that the heat begins to invade my body and I know that my cheeks must be the color of the very fire of hell, but I continue as if I had not heard his words.

I'd rather pass out than answer that question.

- I know you heard me.

Your voice sounds a few tones lower than before and softer than usual. As if he was whispering in my ear.

- Sorry, it was concentrated in the blood circulation in the embryonic period...

I indicate the book without looking at it and raise my head instantly when I hear no footsteps. The first thing I see is the half-assembled cube on my book, besides the fact that the cup had disappeared and that my personal space is being invaded by the mint-scented cologne that I had given him for his birthday.

- Are you reading about making babies?

His innocent and mischievous in his voice makes me look at him square in the face but I automatically regret it when I see that he's leaning on the table, his arms on either side of it, holding it in a way that if I put a little more pressure he would break it in two. Again, those damn curls fall on his forehead, making me desire to feel them on my fingers uncontrollable, just as his brown eyes shine full of mischief and mockery.

- Embryonic stage is when there is already a baby, Marc.

- The funniest part is making babies, or at least, trying to make them.

I try to think of anything but the idea of ​​making babies, but my plan fails as soon as I see out of the corner of my eye that Marc walks to the side of the small table to sit at it, indelicately pushing my books.

"You're keeping him company because he can't and won't try to sleep. Not to listen or think about doing indecent things with him. Moral support, moral support."

- I'm not going to talk about it with you, Spector.

I close the books as I pack them quickly, moving as far away from the table and his presence as possible.

Now I will be the one who cannot sleep with him in the same room in the face of such a display of mental images.

- You will not tell me about the myth of the positions and the sex of the baby?

I shake my head as I drag the chair in a desperate attempt to get out of his proximity but all I get is for Marc to be faster and kneel in the space between the chair and the table, placing himself between my legs while his gaze loses everything kind of shines with fun and turns opaque for a few moments.

Silence speaks for us. And I sit in such an intimate moment that it's hard for me to hold his gaze, and all I can do is take his hand in mine.

- I like that you're here.

- I like that you like it, because I can come often if you still have trouble sleeping.

He nods as pushes my bag away by my side and hugs me like I'm some kind of life preserver.

I feel his heart beat against my stomach in erratic beats that only speed up mine. And tears well up in my eyes as I see how affected he is by whatever is happening to him that he refuses to tell me about.

- I'm terrified of being alone again.

- Here I am - I focus on circling my fingers at the base of his neck and place a kiss on his head. His response is a barely perceptible growl as I feel him relax in my arms. - I'm not going anywhere.

I take his face in my hands making him look at me and stay at the same height.

- You see me? Here I am.

- I know. I always see you. Even if you don't realize it.

His gaze moves from mine to my lips and I feel the air become too heavy to breathe, but before I can add a sincere response to his words, I feel the warmth of his lips against my own. mine.

Just a gentle pressure charged with affection on my lips and I feel that the universe has stopped making this moment eternal.

I grab hold of his hair, pulling him closer and respond to his kiss as if my breathing depended on it. I feel his smile against my lips as the heat of his body transfers to mine and a shiver brings me back to reality for a second.

I pull away to breathe and Marc looks at me like he's about to run. And besides, I see fear in them.

- Marc... This is not right.

And gods damn me for telling such a lie.

- I know, but it feels really good.

He rests his forehead against mine as I close my eyes and feel him place a soft kiss on my nose.

- Tomorrow we will regret this - My murmur feels like a scream in the stillness of his apartment.

- Maybe you, not me.

His confidence surprises me.

- Why?

- Because you will be with me and I know that I can face anything if you are here.

Between his words and his closeness I feel that the earth stops turning.

He with the mere presence of him makes my reality cease to exist.

- I'm already here.

I open my eyes as he laughs and pulls the chair even closer, leaving almost no separation between us, to the point that I'm almost astride his legs.

- But you're not mine. That's the difference - I feel his breath on my forehead at the same time that his hands take mine and place them on his shoulders, making everything in me tremble, even my heart - Say yes and stay with me. Please.

- I do not want to lose you.

- You won't - I close my eyes as I feel his lips trail down my face to rest on mine.

- And how do you know?

- I just know - he interlocks his fingers with mine and looks at our linked hands, - Because I don't need anything more than you.

[saltymongoose]

Can I request some Yan!Sanford general headcanons please? Thank you!

Absolutely! We love Sanford in this household. This man is not ugly Idc what anyone else says.

General Yan!Sanford Headcanons 🪝

(TW: Yandere, Obsessive Behavior, Violence, Stalking)

Sanford is probably the most earnest and genuine when it comes to showing his love for you. Unlike some other yanderes, he actually tries to respect your personal space (at least in the beginning).

He isn't the type to fall in love easily, so when he realized how deep his feelings were for you, it definitely hit him pretty hard. Hard as in he actually had to sit down and reflect on his entire life up until that point. He has it bad for you.

He had the urge to confess to you right away. But he knew the intensity of his affection would probably scare you so early on (especially since you didn't really know him). So he tries to take it slow at first, for you.

Granted, his version of taking it slow is still overwhelming. Having one of Nevada's most wanted suddenly show up and accompany you everywhere was kind of terrifying.

(He was just doing what he always did, except from less of a distance. You look even more breathtaking up close.)

Sanford quickly melds himself into your routine. Walking you to and from work, even visiting you during your shifts to make sure you're doing alright. If he happens to come around close to your lunch break, he even brings you some food!

It's all home cooked too, he's gotta make sure his darling is eating well. And don't try to reject it either, he will feed you himself if that's what it takes.

Your coworkers often observe him just gazing at you with a completely lovestruck look on his face. He just finds everything you do so adorable. Literally anything you do just makes him fall further for you, no matter how menial or insignificant.

Speaking of coworkers, you'd noticed that the ones you were closest with started avoiding you for no reason. A few of them even quit entirely. At least, you assumed they did when they didn't show up for work.

(He's glad they never spoke to you again. He didn't want the sight of their broken bones to scare you.)

He truly believes that you are the one for him. And anyone who tries to come between you two is a threat that needs to be erased. Unfortunately, sometimes words aren't enough for those bozos to understand.

If he has to ensure they comprehend the error of their ways by beating it into them, then that's what he'll do.

The very moment he sees you've gotten somewhat used to his presence, he dials up the affection exponentially. He used to stand pretty close to you in general, but now there's rarely a time when you don't have one of his arms around your shoulders. I mean, you didn't push him away, so you must've been okay with it, right? (Not like he would even budge if you tried, have you seen this man's muscles?)

I hope you're a fan of bear hugs, cause you're getting one every time he meets up with you. He's not one to purr very often, but you're one of the few who almost constantly hears it. He's the happiest when he's around you; he can't help but let the gentle rumbles go when you're pressed close. It also helps that it's so comforting. If it weren't for the fact that he never asks before he locks you into a tight embrace, it might even be sweet.

Sanford also likes to carry you around as well. He wants to prove how good of a protector he is for you, and this is one of the best ways to show off his strength. Plus the feeling of your body against his is something he'd never grow tired of.

If anyone makes even the slightest insult towards you, they better hope you forgive them quickly, because he won't. And if they happen to be found dead in a ditch later, riddled with bullet holes and deep gashes, well, it was their own fault.

Sanford has probably considered getting a tattoo of something that reminds him of you (you know, to really show his devotion). He'd get your name, but (1) that could draw his enemies' attention towards you and he'd rather die than see you get hurt, and (2) that's a bad omen for a relationship in general. He's not that superstitious, but he's taking no chances with you. Every precaution should be taken to ensure that you two never part.

While he's still on the fence about his own potential tattoo, he definitely wouldn't be opposed if you got something to match his double helix.

He's a complete sucker for cute couples items, but not in the cliched way if that makes sense. He wouldn't want to make your relationship too obvious, should any AAHW members or anyone else try to target you. Eventually he settled on giving you a pair of tea shades similar to his own because of just how cute you looked when he placed his on your face.

Just because he won't ever ask to come into your home doesn't mean he won't do it. It just means that he has to be a bit more stealthy than he usually is. This means waiting until you typically fall asleep to quietly pick the lock of a window and slip inside. (Of course he memorized your schedule, that's normal for somebody's significant other to do.)

While he's careful not to touch your stuff, he'll touch you instead. You just look so beautiful, he can't stop himself from tenderly cupping your face and running a thumb softly over your cheek. Sometimes he'll even get into bed with you, pressing himself as close as possible when he spoons you. He's careful not to wake you up, of course. He knows you need your rest.

Deimos and the others back at the base generally know where he is when he goes to see you, but respect his wishes not to get involved in whatever it is he’s doing. Not like they thought it was anything bad. It’s Sanford, he of all people would never do something unreasonable, right?

[rwprincess]

Two Worlds Collided

Masterlist

A/N: Oh, an anachronistic songfic from RWPrincess? But this time it’s about John Bender! :D Inspired by Never Tear Us Apart (originally by INXS in 1987, but I particularly like this Paloma Faith version)

Word Count: 2K

Synopsis: Bender met reader at the Breakfast Club and the two seemed like opposites, but they shared a common hidden sadness. Over the years, feelings and relationships change.

CW: Swearing, sexuality, Bender being a general asshole

Bender had met her the same way everyone in the Breakfast Club had, on the Saturday detention on March 24th. He had seen her in the hallways prior to that as he was always observant. He had seen everyone in the Breakfast Club before that day; but he hadn’t given her much thought. Now, he was paying attention to little else. He had no idea why he was drawn to her; they were both so different and he could never picture himself with a goody-two-shoes like that. But the way she had reacted to his more vulnerable, real moments, how she tried to make a connection with him...that stuck with him. He knew he should have learned from his disastrous blow-up with Claire that two people who were so different just wouldn’t work out. He repeated this to himself over and over, like a mantra, but it never changed how he actually felt.

After the breakup, the Breakfast Club had a split between those who chose Bender and those who chose Claire. Of course, Andrew sided with Claire unconditionally, but John considered that as no big loss. Allison tried to play the middle ground and Johnson had sided more with him, but he was surprised at the wholehearted backing he received from Y/N. He had assumed that she would either try to be neutral like Allison, or pick Claire. She had no reason to side with him, he had always come off as an aloof ass. But she had, and he was eternally grateful for that. He had originally decided to get together with Claire because the notion had a hot, forbidden quality to it. They spent time insulting each other and making out to make up for it. It was as passionate as it was destructive, so of course it couldn’t last. However, when he was alone and reflected to himself, he had been attracted to Y/N all along. She was hot, yes, but he had plenty of good-looking girls to choose from. He was more drawn to that kind, quiet inside she had displayed that day. How she had gone out of her way numerous times to reach out to him and had been genuinely nice to him. Most of the time, someone only did that to gain something for themselves. Whether it was to use him or to make themselves feel better, it depended on the person, but with Y/N that never felt like it was the case.

Don't ask me

What you know is true

Don't have to tell you

I love your precious heart

He thought back to the first time he saw her on that Saturday, walking into the library and looking so out of place. He was already adjusting into his spot when she entered and she froze in front of all the tables like a deer-in-the-headlights, as if she had just materialized there and had no clue what she was doing. He remembered feeling both attracted to that doe-eyed look and scoffing internally at it. While she wasn’t part of the cliques that Andrew and Claire were, she had a very sheltered look to her and he was envious of that type of innocence. Her ignorance must have been bliss compared to the hell he lived each day at school and at home. She was just as out of place as the preppies or ultra-dweeb Johnson, but instead of being offended by that notion, she looked terrified. She meekly put her items on the front-row desk opposite to him and he thought about all the fun he could poke at everyone here, including her. However, the first blow did not land well. Bender loved making people uncomfortable, but he didn’t necessarily want to make them cry. He’d made some off-handed remark towards her. He had been circling her and eyeing her, employing the discomfort he liked inflicting, trying to ‘guess’ why she was in detention. “I bet you were caught fooling around with a teacher, right? Always the quiet ones that you’d least suspect…”

John Bender rarely regretted his words or actions. He knew he was an asshole and let unfiltered thoughts through so that he could be the center of attention. In doing so, he had to stand by all the shit he said, even when he crossed a line. This was one of the scattered occasions in which he felt remorse, though. She didn’t reply, not verbally, anyway, but she looked scared shitless and was rooted to the spot. Tears instantly sprang up in her eyes and she looked as if she were about to hurl right on his combat boots. He backed off after that. He didn’t apologize, because that’s not something John Bender could have on his reputation, but he didn’t target her. There was something so sincere about her reaction and he saw himself reflected in that expression. Not the tough-as-nails persona he projected, but his secret self who had seen too much too early in life and could barely stand another blow. He didn’t know what her deal was, but there was a heavy sadness behind those eyes that was far too real for him to tamper with.

When he had shown the group his souvenir for spilling paint in his garage, courtesy of his father, she must have seen that reflection back. No one in that group actually knew him. They all thought he was a lying sack of shit; what could he say? His reputation preceded him. But he caught her gaze as he backed away from the group, and the sadness in her recognized the sadness in him. He felt an odd sort of click, a mutual understanding, but he turned away from them all and trashed the library.

I, I was standing

You were there

Two worlds collided

And they could never tear us apart

That was months ago, and out of everyone he met that day, she was the one who truly stuck by him. He’d surprisingly connected with Johnson, sure. Everybody likes to get high and Bender was the supplier. And he and Allison had similar interests, but she wouldn’t give up Andrew and with that territory came Claire...there was just no going back to that. But Bender still had Y/N, and he could never understand it. The first time he had brought her into his friend circle, he tried to justify it as sticking to his word and ‘having the balls to stand up to his friends’ like he had told Claire to do. He also reasoned that it was some sort of social experiment. As much as he liked to portray himself as someone who couldn’t care less, Bender was entirely social. He craved attention and admiration for others and could read just about anyone like a book. Maybe that’s why he didn’t mess with Y/N after that first comment landed so wrongly. He felt like he knew exactly what she was thinking and feeling and decided to back off. However, it wasn’t just some ‘watch and see how she interacts’ set up; Bender genuinely wanted her there. He wanted to integrate her into his life.

She was still extremely quiet, mostly a speak-when-you’re-spoken-to type, but he started to peel back layers in her personality. He found that, despite that lurking sadness, there was an unending pool of optimism. She tried to see the best in situations and in people. She meshed incredibly well with his friends because she listened instead of judged. She would nod along like she knew exactly what they were talking about and how they felt. He started to develop an attachment to her. While he was still dating Claire, he told himself it was akin to having a pet. Y/N was like a goldfish that he could tell his problems to and know the secret would be kept. But after Claire, he realized that wasn’t the case...particularly when he sought Y/N’s comfort above all else. He divulged the entire last big fight he and Claire had to her, and she was just so...reassuring. After that day, he began to see her in a different light. He argued with himself over what his feelings and intentions actually were, but he couldn’t keep them at bay for long. She was good for Bender. He had never felt lighter.

Of course, Bender had not known stability in his life ever, and the risk of falling for Y/N and having it mean something and being accountable to one person overwhelmed him. He did what he knew best: he fought it and ran away from it. At first, he tried to avoid her, just distance himself. But he’d gravitate back; being without her was too heavy to bear. He wanted to try to actively push her away, to fuck up this relationship with his words, just like he did with everything else. But when he opened his mouth to try to lie, to say he didn’t need her or want her around or whatever, he would look into her eyes and it became impossible. He remembered the way he had shaken her to her core the first day they met, and he couldn’t allow himself to bring that sadness up again in her.

We could live for a thousand years

But if I hurt you

I'd make wine from your tears

Eventually, he gave in. While he was able to control his words to not say anything harmful, he wasn’t able to contain them from slipping up and telling her, “Dammit, I love you!” It wasn’t in a context that could be taken as joking or being said flippantly; she knew immediately what he meant and that he meant those words, wholly.

She took his face in her hands and told him, “I love you, too.” There was no turning back, and as the years passed, they fell deeply in love. He'd dug up her secrets and fears, but she seemed to trust him enough to not use them against her in any way. They both dreaded the prospect of never getting out of Shermer and falling into the same circular trap their parents had. However, he reassured her that the moment they had the opportunity, they would bust out of there. He lucked out that Claire had never asked for her diamond earring back. It was probably one of many and she had forgotten she had even given it to him as a token. He decided to pawn it to top-off the savings he and Y/N had accrued. "You're too good for me, you're sure as hell too good for this place,'' he told her. The trade-in was enough to get them out of town and start anew, but only one of them could really ‘move up’ for now. While they argued back and forth about who should get to pursue which dream, Bender rationalized to her, “I was barely cut out for high school. I can’t really do college. And that’s okay. You’re the brains in this relationship, I’m the beauty.” He winked at her and with her laughter as response, that sealed the deal of who was going to school.

I told you

That we could fly

'Cause we all have wings

But some of us don't know why

She searched the crowd, holding her diploma. Bender had supported her both financially and emotionally these last four years and now they had the degree to prove it. She felt pride in being able to take over from him and let him follow a new path. He had always been good with his hands, but despite his protests, he was good with his mind too. He was a sharp-thinker and she knew that he could make a career that he loved out of that. She’d be there to push and brace him as he had done for her. Finally, she spotted him. When their eyes connected, she felt that same crackle that she had the first day they had met, all those years ago. Before the friendship and the love, she knew there was a spark there, that they were two of a kind, even though they were so different.

I, I was standing

You were there

Two worlds collided

And they could never tear us apart

[mithliya]

Hi mena

I wanted to say something about the discourse about lesbians and bi women.

I am critical of both sides. From what I have observed the problem lesbians have with bi women is rooted in the internalized misogyny or homophobia that some bi women (like any other women) have. And that is a very valid reason to be wary of dating bi women. However, while I find the experiences and reason valid I don't appreciate the homophobic (or biphobic if that's what it is idk genuinely) sentiment that sometimes jumps out of people, like in this post-

https://at.tumblr.com/lavendergrrls/698940412613853184/2269lm3efq1o

(Btw I am not lavendergrrls just a person who follows her)

At the same time, I do not appreciate when bi women who have had negative experiences because of lesbians in their lives say lesbophobic things about how lesbians are big,mean bullies and predators who have no humanity. Yk that very well.

I am asking lesbians to understand that many bi women just like any other women are not inherently lesbophobic and when they display weird behaviors it's because of the fetishization of ssa women and misogyny that men force on them. Just the way a "sex worker" (even the "pro sex work" ones) is a victim of patriarchy and not inherently hurting all women as a class. So please it's a request to be careful of the language and phrasing you use when you see a bi women being a victim of the patriarchal and homophobic mindset. If I am wrong in this logic please correct me mena.

And I am requesting bi women to understand that lesbians don't even need any negative experience with bisexuals to not want to date you. It's not wrong to desire a relationship with someone who's exclusively SSA although I agree there are few homosexuals who don't date bi people due to prejudice. And there's no need to use lesbophobic stereotypes to insult lesbians. And it is possible to not generalize lesbians while criticizing an individual simultaneously.

As for political lesbians- idk if you're bisexual or straight or what. But how do you explain homosexuality in nature if sexuality really is a choice according to you?

Btw mena this isn't like a personal message to you, I just want to convey this message through you. So ofc I am definitely not accusing you of any of the above actions. In fact I appreciate how you have handled the yourselves in the past. If you don't want to publish this I respect that.

hey so im gonna respond to what u said specifically in terms of what i disagree with if that’s ok! i can tell you’re coming from a good place & all and im sure u have good intentions, that said, i still disagree with some of it.

this is the post u sent. i don’t think it’s biphobic, nor homophobic. i agree with the elaboration that by virtue of being both OSA & SSA, your experience of your SSA (&OSA) will inherently be different from people who only experience one form of attraction. do i think that means sth bad about bi women or that bi ppl love less or something else that’s negative about bi ppl? no, and i don’t think that was implied in the post so idk why anyone would be offended. then again idk what op exactly meant by it, maybe she meant something more malicious but ive never seen her say anything even slightly hateful to bi women, and i don’t think suggesting their SSA is experienced differently from homosexuals by virtue of also being OSA is wrong.

I am asking lesbians to understand that many bi women just like any other women are not inherently lesbophobic

i disagree with this, i think when we come from homophobic societies ofc we are going to be homophobic and this is gonna be especially more likely for OSA people, OSA women included. homosexuals are forced to confront our internalised homophobia bc it ultimately harms us, bi ppl too to a degree but they aren’t forced to deconstruct homophobic beliefs about being able to choose or exclusive same sex attraction etc in the same way that gay ppl are. we say that white ppl are inherently racist & men are inherently misogynistic not bc there’s some biological component to racism or misogyny but bc when ur part of an oppressor class or a class privileged over an oppressed class then u are more likely to take in and not examine prejudices against them which exist in society.

and when they display weird behaviors it's because of the fetishization of ssa women and misogyny that men force on them. Just the way a "sex worker" (even the "pro sex work" ones) is a victim of patriarchy and not inherently hurting all women as a class. So please it's a request to be careful of the language and phrasing you use when you see a bi women being a victim of the patriarchal and homophobic mindset. If I am wrong in this logic please correct me mena.

idk i feel like this is not equivalent. sex workers are directly being harmed by misogyny and by johns and pimps. they are being victimised repeatedly but they aren’t somehow harming women by being in sex work. they’re trying to survive and i don’t think the OSA women like that one woman who lured a lesbian into her house which ended w the lesbian being raped & murdered by the OSA woman’s boyfriend is necessarily doing it out of survival.

OSA women often will benefit from harming lesbians in various ways, sex workers don’t benefit from it they’re in fact the ones being directly harmed. maybe this applies to those rich women on onlyfans but not the avg sex worker who’s often a street prostitute or a stripper or in other fields of sex work that are traumatising & often even dangerous.

otherwise tho i agree with u and i do think there should be care in addressing bi ppl as well bc they’re still a minority group & face oppression on the basis of SSA, the same way i think ppl should be considerate when talking about idk moc for example bc they still face racism & are a minority (this doesn’t mean i think said groups shouldn’t be questioned or criticised or anything of the sort. just that there’s a line between valid criticism and prejudice)

[anystalker707]

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Pairing: Mikey x Reader Word count: ~ 2 200 Genre: Fluff / Comfort Summary: (Y/n) is shaken up after some guys were rude to them, but Mikey knows how to comfort his partner even if they don't want to talk about it.

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Sometimes it’s a little hard dealing with the fanbase. Okay, not just a little, but completely hard, not just because of the parasocial relationships but also whatever shit they stuff their heads with even if we never spoke a word about it. Like, I don’t remember anything saying that the fans are allowed to harass the celebrities, physically or mentally, but I still always see a crowd who likes to pull on this kind of thing as if they have the right to do it. Knowing it won’t ever come to an end and it’s something that we don’t quite have control over does make me a little frustrated, but... it’s not too much of a price to pay for everything else I have and achieved—and will achieve—with the band.

That’s exactly what I try to keep in mind while signing a few copies of Revenge for a few fans while other ones stand aside.

“Would you like to grab a drink later?” One of them chuckles. “I mean, not sayin’ I’d be your better option, but ‘m better than these losers.” He points to his friends, who either protest or chuckle. Weird.

“Sorry, guys,” I sigh, taking the CD from a teen and pause momentarily to ask for their name before I turn my attention back to the guys. “But a no is a fucking no, okay? I’m not trying to get you guys to convince me or some shit when I say it’s a no. I’m very happy with my current relationship, no need to have any extra activity with anyone else.” I put on a wide smile as I return the CD to the person.

“Sorry about them,” they say softly, holding the CD to their chest.

“It’s okay, hun!” I wave a hand in dismissal. Bringing this to more fans or making the atmosphere worse isn’t really something I’m looking forward to. “But thank you for coming to the concert! I hope you enjoyed it!”

“Of course I did! Thank you!” They giggle, though looking down, face hidden for a moment. “Take care!”

“You too!” I smile at seeing them start to walk away.

“Happy with your current relationship?” Another one of the people standing by the side raises an eyebrow at me, eyes eyeing me up and down. “I don’t even know how you got in a relationship, you look terrible. Try adding less makeup next time so you don’t look like you jus’ climbed out or a grave. Fuck off.” They roll their eyes, nodding a little at their friends. “Let’s go.”

“Yeah,” the initial guy sighs, throwing his cigarette butt on the ground. “‘Don’t even know why I wanted such an ugly bitch. Fuck off. Can’t make music for shit.”

What the fuck?

A sigh escapes my lips and I watch them walking away in slow and heavy steps that disappear under baggy jeans until none of them is in my sight anymore. I hate this kind of people. I shake my head, moving to step over the cigarette’s butt to smash it against the ground between it and my shoe’s sole.

Why are they even mad? I told them no from the beginning, never insulted them, and they still were rude as hell. Depressing. Having another CD being pushed my way immediately makes me smile, turning to ask the person their name.

Soon enough, it’s all finally over. No one’s asking for autographs or hugs anymore, and only a few people wander around the mostly empty venue, some of them just collecting the trash left behind by the immense crowd from earlier. A sigh escapes my lips as I push my hair back, trying to forget about the events from earlier while heading backstage to help the others load the wagon or at least gather our things so we can head home again.

“Hey,” Mikey smiles, shoulders relaxing once his eyes land on me. “I was about to go after you.”

“I was just talking with a few people.” I smile, letting a guy take the cables from my hands, observing him going back to the wagon, and adjust my bag over my shoulder. “Sorry for not letting you know.”

“It’s fine.” He wraps an arm around me. “Tired?”

“Yeah.” I lean my head against his shoulder and would press my face to Mikey’s neck if it wasn’t glistening with sweat right now, which’s a little hard to do—even knowing I’ll regret it—because I just want to be fucking close to him. “As always.”

“We’ll be back home soon.” He presses a kiss to my head as he rests a hand on my shoulder, and nods towards the van.

The ride back to Belleville is quiet. Not the we are too tired to talk–type of quiet, but more of I don’t want to talk about what just happened–type of quiet, and judging by how it sounds... I believe I’m the only one to feel it. At least, Mikey seems to acknowledge I feel this way—something about the way he squeezes my waist a little to pull me closer to him just tells me was already able to read through me. It gives me time to think about how I’m going to react, though. Maybe time to get over it already.

Unfortunately, the familiar neighborhoods come into view too soon and the van gets emptier each time until it’s just me, Gerard and Mikey due to my choice of deciding to stay at their place. Mikey may have influenced me, but it doesn’t matter.

“There we go,” Mikey sighs, grabbing my bag before I can even reach for it and pushes the door open to leave before he helps me do the same. It takes us a moment to start walking, even more with this weird feeling resulting from a long car ride after a tiring event, when there’s some sort of headache that’s just threatening to show up, but never does, and it feels weird to have the floor under your feet or stop moving whenever you’re standing still. “I’ll take a shower first, make yourself at home!” Mikey presses a kiss to my cheek and quickly gathers his things before he disappears inside the bathroom.

The bed creaks a little once I sit down on it, letting my bag on the ground as I lie down on the mattress, feeling grateful to have my back stretched against something while not needing to support my own weight. Now, with genuine silence, it’s hard not to think about earlier because... I don’t know, should I have been nicer to those guys? Or more serious. Something about it was just off. I feel like I should’ve acted different, done more or maybe less. I know that these guys certainly just wanted to hang out with me to fuck around, but it still hurts the same as if they weren’t—I already know that I’m not so good at making music, though it doesn’t mean it was nice hearing it being said out loud.

A shaky sigh escapes my nose as I relax more against the bed—I should take my blazer off; later, though. I inhale deeply in an attempt to get this weight off my chest, only for these fucking hot, stingy tears to escape my eyes instead. Fuck off, not right now. I groan, bringing a hand to wipe them away in time as I hear the sound of the shower ceasing and my face just feels cold with a gush of air that hits my face when Mikey steps into the room.

There’s a ruffling sound of clothes around before the mattress sinks next to me and Mikey presses a kiss to my shoulder. “Go take a warm shower, then we’ll go down to prepare something to eat so we can go to bed.”

Due to the lump in my throat, I limit myself to only nod in response, avoiding looking at Mikey as I grab the change of clothes—his clothes—that he hands me so I can head to the bathroom. It was kinda shitty of me to be this cold towards Mikey, fuck, but I couldn’t risk crying, right? I don’t want him to be worried over me. He’ll be sad or angry at what happened.

A hot shower does help a little, getting rid of the tired sensation, which probably made things worse to a level since the want to cry from earlier is now just a light weight under my eyes. I smile a little at pulling on Mikey’s clothes, pausing for a moment to smell his shirt. It smells clean, of course, but his characteristic smell is still there under the fabric softener’s. Mikey himself may be right outside the door and up to cuddles, but it’s also nice to wear something that belongs to him.

Mikey looks up from his phone at the moment I walk inside the bedroom, waiting for me to put the things that were inside my pockets on his desk to finally approach me.

“I’ll heat up dinner and we can cuddle while watching something after we eat it, how does it sound?” He nuzzles the side of my face lightly, making me scrunch my nose a little when the cold metal part of his glasses’ frame touches my cheek.

“Sounds good,” I chuckle, a hand on his chest in an attempt to pull him away, though just enough to peck his lips. “C’mon, let’s go down already.” Mikey rolls his eyes, but nods as he takes my hand in his.

Gerard is nowhere to be seen when we turn on the lights of the living room and then of the kitchen, probably passed out already or doing something completely random to keep himself from tossing around the bed in another wave of insomnia. Everything is quiet, consequently, only the soft sound of a car occasionally driving down the street or dogs barking in the distance echoing through the house before Mikey turns on the stove and the fire’s soft humming replaces it instead.

“Today we played well, what do you think?” Mikey doesn’t glance back at me, continuing to carefully unwrap the plate from the aluminum foil before he dips its contents into the pan.

Hell, today’s concert feels like it was forever ago. If it wasn’t for the exhaustion, of course.

“Yeah, ‘liked it a lot.” I nod even though he can’t see it since I’m sitting at the table, behind him. Well, I don’t want him to see me right now, hence I stare at his back like it’d keep him from turning around and looking straight at me or something. The way Mikey catches on details and reads people very well can be such a struggle at times.

For a long moment, only the sound of Mikey stirring the food in the pan followed by the sound of the water starting to boil just to cease as its fire is turned off fills the house. Mikey fills two mugs with the water, stirring the instant coffee powder inside them, until he sits down at the table with the two mugs, one of which he pushes towards me.

“Is anything... bothering you?” He raises an eyebrow at me while half of his face momentarily disappears behind his mug, making him scrunch his nose at how the glasses’ lenses steam up.

“No,” I hum, looking down at the table and its cloth’s intricate pattern. “Nothing I... Um, want to talk about.”

Mikey’s lips twist a little as he looks at me while cleaning his glasses with his shirt, but he sighs once he places them back on and reaches for my hand. “I’m always here for you, okay?” He squeezes my hand and flashes me a smile that widens once I nod in response, also trying to smile. He stands up and comes back with two plates of food in hand, carefully setting one in front of me then sits down with his.

We eat in a peaceful silence, keeping contact by sometimes bumping each other’s feet or reaching for each other’s hands over the table. It’s sweet and nice, probably exactly what I needed after all that agitation and stress.

Mikey joins me in bed soon after he finishes brushing his teeth and having him close to me, holding me, to feel his warmth... it’s all so good. I bury my face in the crook of his neck and inhale deeply, hugging him tightly. Nothing bad usually happens while I’m with Mikey. I mean, not like someone else would walk in and hurt me right now, but it’s nice to remember about it. It makes me feel safe, even more with how he holds me back so caringly. Something plays on the TV as he had promised, but it doesn’t even matter now.

“I’m so lucky to have you,” Mikey says softly, fingers caressing the back of my neck in a way that only makes me melt more against him. He pauses, though, sounding like he’s going to say something a couple of times until he finally exhales and hums as if scoffing at himself. “I... Dunno, I may not express it well enough, but I appreciate you a lot, okay? I love you so much. You’re fucking perfect. I always wish you’ll perceive yourself the same amazing way I see you.”

My heart flutters with Mikey’s words while the warmth spreads itself across my cheeks and down to my neck. It’s not just because it sounds like Mikey knows exactly what I need to hear, but it also makes me feel so loved in general, recognized. It’s just so good. “I love you, a lot,” I mumble, hoping he’ll hear since my voice is muffled and quiet against his shoulder. “Thank you, Mikey.”

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