#I got yelled at by my mom bc she forced me to go to the pool w the babies even tho I told her I

[nightly-ruse]

I just had a dream so worrying I forced myself awake and I’m just scrolling through my phone to try not and drift back into it

[emmyrosee]

you asked for angst and I hate angst but imma give you some bc I love you.

It is widely accepted that the Miya twins dad is not in the picture. Mama Miya is a single mom and is worshipped by her twin boys. They always prioritize taking care of her bc "she's got no one else but us". Which is great, its one of the reason why you feel in love with your man. But it becomes a hindrance when he starts missing out on things important to you. Esp when their mom didn't even need them there at that moment.

Could work for either Osamu or Atsumu.

I hate my brain.

LIT RALLY HAD A PIECE SIMILAR TO THIS IN THE WORKS BUT I GOT TOO SCARED TO POST IT ABDBEJSBEEI SO THIS IS NOW MY OUTLET 😯🫶🏻

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The moon is high in the sky when Osamu finally comes home, your hands buried in the sink as you wash dishes that have been sitting there far too long.

You’d asked osamu to do it, but he hasn’t even been home to look at them. A phone call from his mother took him straight from work to her house almost two hours away, leaving you to your own thoughts and feelings.

You adored Ms. Miya. That wasn’t the problem. The problem was your feeling of neglect brewing in your chest, with each time he leaves you with no regard for your needs.

“Hey Angel,” he hums as he finally crosses over the threshold, toeing off his shoes and tossing his keys on the hook. He says nothing when you merely grunt back, but he does make his way over for a kiss.

You return his kiss, despite your own desires to not, you just wanted to be close to him again, feel his hands cradling your body and relight the love in your soul.

“How was your night?”

“Quiet,” you sigh. “Just… cleaning up from dinner.”

“Shit, you made dinner?” At that moment, his stomach growls, “I was so busy at Ma’s I didn’t get the chance to eat. Do we have leftovers?”

You nod sadly, “yeah. Help yourself.”

“…everything okay?”

“Peachy.”

He clears his throat and picks up a plate from the strainer, “are you sure…? these used to have a design on them.”

You scrub harder.

“Talk to me, baby. I don’t like us keeping secrets from each other.”

“We don’t have secrets. If you can’t use your cognitive thinking skills as to why the person you’re going to marry is mad at you, that’s not my problem.”

“Is this about today?” He asks, voice dropping in defeat.

“Usually is.”

“Baby, you know I-“

The plate snaps under the force of your scrubbing, but you don’t focus on that, though osamu’s brows shoot up.

“Your mother needs you, your mother comes first, your mother asked you, your mother this, your mother that, I KNOW, OSAMU!” You bark, wet fists balled angrily and teeth gritted sharply. “I know the damn drill!”

He takes a step back and raises his hands in surrender, but his brows are furrowed in worry, “hey… it’s okay-“

“It’s not okay!” You yell. Your hands come up to grip your chest, “what about when I need you? Hmm? Where’s my turn to be selfish and need you-“

“My mother is not selfish,” he growls. His brows furrow, “you damn know that.”

You roll your eyes, “no, she’s not. But I want to be. I want to be the big important thing in your life for once, I want to be the thing you run to; I want to be the one you drop everything for.”

“You are, but she needed me today, atsumu couldn’t make it-“

“Yeah, what was the big emergency today, huh? Problem with the internet? Phone bill? Fridge cleaning?”

He doesn’t say anything; merely scratches the back of his head, looking at you with tired eyes as if you’d done this dance far too many times. Which you had- but that’s not your fault.

“Tell you what,” you begin, using your wet hand to grab the engagement ring from the edge of the sink and grab his hand to put it in, “when you can give me more than 4 hours out of the day, you can propose to me again.”

He grips your hand sharply, and for a moment it snaps you back to reality for what you were saying, how venomous and toxic your words were, and your jaw slacks softly, “I… didn’t mean that-“

“We are not going to be this couple,” he snarls. “We are not going to weaponize our engagement when we get into fights. Understand?”

“It just came out-“

“Then keep it in. Do not question my love for you in such a meaningless fight. Do not give me the ring that I decided to give you back, sheerly because you’re mad at me. We’re not going to be a couple that threatens our love from each other. You know better than that.”

The room is silent, the only noise coming from the creaks of the house and osamu doesn’t let go of your hand. His eyes are firm but they shine with betrayal, and his Adams Apple bobs as he swallows thickly.

You sniffle under his intense gaze, “all I wanted was for you to come home,” you whimper. “I got a promotion at work. I cooked dinner, I bought a cake, I-I-I just wanted you to show up.” Your bottom lip wobbles as he simply nods at your words, encouraging you to speak up more if you need to. “I hate sharing you all the time. I want to be selfish and have you come home to me, and not have to wonder about when or if you’re going to come home because of how far away she lives.” He lets go of your hand to wipe a stream of tears that dribble from your eye.

“I just miss you, ‘samu…”

He takes a deep inhale in before pulling you in for a hug, cradling you close and letting you cry in his chest. “Thank you, for being honest,” he says softly, kissing your head. “It must be frustrating to have to share my attention, especially when you have something important to tell me.” He lets you cry it out for a few minutes, before squeezing you closer, “but you have to communicate with me. You have to tell me if you’re feeling neglected. I can’t be here if I don’t know, baby.” He pressed a kiss to the top of your head, “I’m sure you wanted to surprise me today, and I’m sorry that fell through.”

You nod in his chest, relishing in the smell of rice and cologne, mewling and squeezing him tighter.

“How about we take tomorrow off?” He hums, pulling back to cradle your cheek in his big hand. “We can celebrate your promotion, and be together, yeah?”

“W-What about the shop?” You whimper. “That’s more important-“

“No.” He pulls back and looks down firmly. “Don’t finish that sentence. The shop will be plenty fine for one day.” He smiles softly, “after all. Need to celebrate my baby’s big break.”

You give him a watery laugh before inching to be closer to him again, more than anything just glad to be in his vicinity after so long.

“I’m sorry I yelled at you,” you whispered.

“Hmm… what was that?” He asks, cheekily.

Brat.

“I’m sorry I yelled at you,” you repeat, this time with some giggles.

“One more time?”

“Osamu!”

He snickers and places a kiss on top of your head, “I’m so sorry I was busy with Ma all day. I didn’t think it would take that long.”

“What did she need?”

“Eh, she needed her oil changed and god knows atsumu’s not going to do that.”

You laugh against his chest and nod, “he’d never risk messing up his hair like that.”

“Never.”

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

Am i the asshole for getting my mom yelled at?

✨🐢✨<—-so I recognize the post

So yesterday, my mom (40F) left me (15F) at home with my siblings. Everything was going fine until I was called to school to help with the report books (my house is one of the nearest) I told my brother (12 M)to take care of our younger siblings (7 F and 2 F), while I went to school. I also told my mom that I was at school, helping my teacher.

I came back around 1:30 pm. My brother was busy playing games with his friends and him & my sisters haven’t eaten lunch yet. So I told my brother to stop playing with his friends for a bit and eat. After I ate, I tried feeding the youngest, but she didn’t want to eat. I, not wanting to deal with her crying (i get angry easily and I don’t like scolding my siblings), didn’t force her, but waited for her to want to eat. I accidentally fell asleep while waiting (I have horrible sleep schedule, so I was tired) and woke up like 3hrs later. I tried feeding my sister, but she still didn’t want to. So I forced her. Then my dad came home and saw that 1)My mom wasn’t home, 2)my sister barely eat anything. He was angry but he didn’t told me.

Anyway, my dad had to go to the hospital (he has a knee injury) and my mom was going to meet him at the hospital. He wasn’t going to bring my youngest sister, but she insisted on coming.

This is where I might be an asshole. As my dad was bringing my sister, I mentioned that she also cried this morning, like, 5 minutes after my mom left. She had previously put my sister to sleep so she doesn’t need to come with her. But she woke up around 5minutes after my mom left, crying because she wanted to come with my mom. I thought he was going to treat it like a grain of salt and forget about it. I was wrong.

My dad basically blew up on my mom bc she “wasn’t taking care of the kids”. My mom got angry at me because I didn’t feed my sister and bc I told my dad about my sister crying, and blamed me for getting yelled at by my dad. She scolded me saying “can’t I have a break for once?!” And “ I wasn’t even gone for a whole day. Just 8.5 hours!”. The thing is, even her friend brought her son (he’s around,like, 4 or smth). That was one of the reason my dad was angry at her. Now my mom isn’t talking to me, and don’t know what to do.

Am I the asshole?

What are these acronyms?

[zeezelweazel]

something about lottie getting mean towards reader bc reader is giving her the silent treatment after a big fight, and lottie feels like being mean is the only way to get her attention. and they end up having angsty sex ? 🤭🤭🤭

Lottie Matthews| Fool me once, fool me twice|

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MEAN LOTTIE OMG

I love reading angsty sex but I've never written it before so I hope it's good. Also sorry this took quite some time

I kinda don't like how this turned out

TW: mild degradation, mentions of cheating, fingering (both receiving), afab female reader

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The girls knew that having so many couples within the friend group ment that when a fight between them inevitably happens chaos endures. It happens with Shauna and Jackie all the time. Tai and Van too, sometimes. But it was never you and Lottie. You were the sweet couple known for communication and being honest and open with eachother.

But not this time. She was hiding something from you. It was obvious, with the way she seemed to be so set on stopping you from opening the second drawer on her bedside table. You weren't snooping around, obviously not. She told you to find her old necklace and in her words ' it's somewhere in my bedside table '.

She appeared out of thin air when you went to open the second drawer and immediately closed it shut. She looked at you with an expression you couldn't quite place.

"You can't open that drawer."

You were confused. Lottie never got defensive or possessive over anything. Plus you two don't have any secrets... Right?

"Why?"

The conversation escalated into a fight as both of you started yelling. The fight ended with you leaving Lottie's house and slamming the door.

The next few days were more than awkward. You were set on ignoring Lottie even if Van told you time and time again that it was probably nothing. What if she was hiding some other girl's fucking underwear in there?

Lottie decided to give you some space. But after a week you were still avoiding her, not even sparing her a glance much less speak to her.

She was getting frustrated. It was unfair how you expected her to let you in in every aspect of her life. She was acting like a child she knew that much, but she couldn't just sit by and watch you slowly detach yourself from her.

It was probably not the best way to get your attention but it was the only way Lottie could think of. So she started being mean to you. Saying out of pocket things when you were doing absolutely nothing. She had something bitchy to say every time you saw her.

It was getting on your nerves.

The glass spilled during a scrimmage. You hadn't played so well on your last game so you wanted to train as hard as you could. If only Lottie would just shut up. She has a comment for every little mistake that you made. After you missed an easy pass and she straight up laughed at you, you just stormed off the pitch practically running to the locker room.

"Lottie what the fuck?! I don't care if you two broke up or whatever but we're a team. Go and make this right. You won't cone back on this pitch unless Y/N is with you."

Jackie has had enough of your shit. Someone has to get you two to short it out. Lottie grumbled and started jogging towards the locker room.

You had tears of anger in your eyes as you threw your stuff in your bag. You are so done with Lottie fucking Matthews. Next time you see ger in front of you, you swear you'll slap her.

"Hey."

You sharply turned around to meet her eyes. Lottie was awkwardly staring at you, like a child who was forced to apologize by their mom. You scoffed and continued packing your things.

"Oh so now you stop ignoring me."

Lottie was thinking of what to say until she noticed you walking towards the door. She quickly stepped in front of you, her much taller frame completely blocking the door. You look up at her hoping that your glare would be enough to discourage her and make her step away from the exit. Of course Lottie being the stubborn bitch that she is, she didn't budge an inch.

You push her against the wall, your hands tightly fisting the collar of her shirt. Your bodies are pressed together and you swear you can feel her heart beating wildly against your breasts.

You haven't touched her in weeks. Spoken to her in weeks. And yet here you are. Faces only inches away, hands itching to touch and grope, eyes locked together intensely.

It happens faster than a lighting bolt hitting the earth but the scorching heat it leaves behind is all the same. Your lips are crashing together, hot and wet and angry and your hands are returning to familiar territory, on the sides of her neck and her biceps and then they slip under her shirt.

Neither of you pull back, the stupidity of the situation clear to the both of you, instead your panting breaths mix together and fog your brains even more. The hazy atmosphere turns toxic when Lottie takes the liberty of pushing her hands under your bra to find pebbled nipples.

You hiss and gasp under her hands. She still makes you shiver with every touch. You almost melt into her arms but then you remember. How she was being a bitch to you for no reason, how she got under your skin on purpose.

You don't waste any time. Your hand shoves it's way down her shorts and find her wet and desperate. She throws her head back and you almost wince when it loudly bangs against the door.

"Oh, fuck, Y/N."

You missed her. You missed her whines and her breathless pleas and how she clenches around your finger every time you stroke her clit. You missed how she strokes your breast while her hand caresses your inner thigh. How she enters with two fingers because she already knows how wet you are.

Your hands are hurried and your breaths are mingled with eachother. You're both still half dressed and you look at Lottie and you know she's close and you are too. You reach your peak together and your thigs are shaking and Lottie's legs give out and suddenly you're both panting on the floor.

After the lust frenzy dies out you realise that you've just had sex with your girlfriend who's been relentlessly mean to you for the past few days. You glare at her and she awkwardly stares at the ground.

"You have a ton shit to explain Matthews. But first I need a very long apology."

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[damianwaynerocks]

back on my batfamily true crime bs

bruce and jason get into a huge argument. a massive one that ends in jason being barred from going on patrol with them. so what does he do? silly revenge.

jason todd starts an anonymous true crime podcast called that’s just called “todd tales.” it’s an investigative podcast about the death of jason todd.

since he’s legally dead & decides to be an anonymous podcaster, he goes full in. talks about his upbringing, saying things like “i spoke to one of jason’s old neighbor’s and this is what she has to say”

and the “neighbor” is stephanie who thinks it’s hilarious and goes along with it. “he and his mom’s boyfriends always got into fights,” she says with a british accent, “and one time i heard him & his dad yelling at each other, and then there was a loud crash. i walked out and his dad was at the bottom of the stairs.”

which leads jason to speculate that jason todd killed him, calling him “a badass motherfucker no wonder bruce wayne was in such awe of him”

and then as the episodes progress he talks about the theory that “jason todd secretly became robin but because he was so smart and cool bruce wayne had no idea that he was fighting with batman”

he has theories that he “investigates.” he goes over the official story- that jason was traveling with bruce, got kidnapped and held for ransom but something went wrong & he was accidentally killed - and then he says “but that’s fucking bullshit *laughs* as thought bruce wayne couldn’t pay a ransom”

his next theory is the truth, that he was robin & got murdered by a villain. he has two guests to prove it.

“im alvin draper, bruce’s former assistant,” tim (who is mad at bruce for making him go on a patrol on bernard’s birthday) says with a voice modular, “and i remember, after jason died, bruce ordered me to call the mortician who did the autopsy and tell him that bruce was offering him $1,000,000 to get out of gotham & sign a non-disclosure form to never speak about jason.”

jason then gets an “autopsy tech” who helped with the autopsy, the tech that bruce supposedly didn’t know was in the room because “bruce wayne is fucking stupid”.

“of course, the truth needs to be out there,” roy says dramatically. “no way he was accidentally shot like the official story says. he had several broken bones, obvious signs of blunt force trauma, and several burn scars, but absolutely no bullet holes.”

he gets hate comments about how he shouldn’t be talking about a dead teenager, but he doesn’t stop. (jason secretly loves it because it makes him feel like he hasn’t been forgotten) (but also he finds it hilarious bc they have no idea)

and bruce is furious. he knows it’s jason. he makes an official statement saying that the podcast is horrible and disrespectful. dick makes one too, saying that he can’t believe someone would do this about his little brother.

bruce, dick & damian hound jason to stop it. bruce yells at him, dick is trying to be nice because “i understand, but-“ and damian is like “i know i’ve given up murder but you’re considered dead anyways so therefore it does not count”

then alfred tells him, sternly, “master jason, please stop.” and jason feels so bad, so small because, like, it’s alfred, and deletes the podcast after the final episode.

but he’s still not allowed back on patrol.

[fentrashcat]

So I've been putting off talking about my tourettes recently bc it seems everytime I have the words to express what's going on, something new happens. So instead of trying to organize things or put them into like a semi story-time post, I'm just going to list things out. These will probably not be in chronological order because so much has been going on the last 2 or so months that I've lost track of all the "when"s.

⚠️everyone's experience with Tourette's or tic disorders will be different, I can only speak to my own⚠️

⚠️TRIGGER WARNINGS for descriptions of tics/tic attacks, description of self injurious tics, abilism ⚠️

1. Nicknamed my Tourette's gremlin "Archibald" or "Archie". I tend to yell at my tics already when I get frustrated or annoyed, so I named him. It's mostly to make myself laugh. Saying "Archie's being an ass" or "apparently Archie didn't like that" makes me giggle, and more so when my friends play along in cursing Archie. It also lets my mom/friends know I'm not hurting from my tics.

2. Developed a lot of new tics. Some I've had before as one offs but are now common ones. The new tics include saying "knock-knock", "hi" (hi being said in not my normal voice), "Beetlejuice!". I've also developed biting at the air? Like my head goes forward and I bite so that my teeth clack.

3. Developed a frequent, kind of self injurious tic. On the same day or week that "knock-knock" came about, I also started knocking on my head twice w my right hand. It can be really soft or really hard to the point it concerns my mom. We tried having me wear like a beanie but it seemed I knocked harder with the hat on, and I'm really picky about hats bc sensory.

4. Got told by the family member I work for that I could easily find another job if I "weren't so picky". I then had to explain to her that I have seen the change in an interviewers face from "You look like a great canidate" to "finish this up as quickly as possible and never contact them again" when I had to disclose my Tourette's (noticeable repeated tics, otherwise I'd never disclose). I also had to tell her that I was "coincidentally" let go from a job the day I had to disclose, after being told repeatedly that I was doing well before. I also had to tell her that the one job that seemed chill about my tics that wasn't family connected, I had to quit bc it was 30/40min away and I don't drive so was begging people to drive me.

5. Fully convinced Archie is actively trolling now, as the "Beetlejuice" tic came about after mom said her coworker said it and she had to repeat it 3 times fast (she also has tics but is undiagnosed). Then the "Beetlejuice" started and she had to repeat it everytime.

6. I've been working for like 4 weeks now, and have had Tourette's related issues 4 times now. I've left work an hour early twice, 5 hours early once, and had to miss a day due to tics/tic attacks.

7. The missed day actually happened this week. I started getting intense head jerk tics about an hour before my shift finished, but I wanted to try working through it. Every few minutes I'd be forced to quickly/violently look to the right 5-10 times in a row. It started to hurt really bad but I managed to finish out my shift. By the end of my shift my head, neck, and shoulders hurt like crazy, and pain meds didn't seem to help at all. (Wasn't sure if they'd help for repetitive motions but figured was worth a shot). It kept going like that for 3 or 4 hours before I relented and said I won't be able to come in the next day. I couldn't lift my arms above my head or look to either side from the pain of it all. I'm still sore like 2 days later but able to move around now.

8. Biting the air tic came about when I was kind of hungry, but apparently also happens when I'm pissed? Happens randomly too, but thought that was funny.

9. Trying to figure out how to get my family to understand that just bc tics CAN mean something is wrong, they don't ALWAYS mean something is wrong. I know they're just worried and wanting to help me but if I tic 3 or 4 times in a row they keep asking "what's wrong" and won't take "nothing, it's just happening" as an answer. At which point I end up getting frustrated because they keep asking and the frustration leads to more tics.

10. We pulled up at a gas station that was advertising hot dogs and my mom ticced "hot dog" in the same voice she uses when our puppy brings her her hotdog toy. She was trying to suppress it, and afterwards she looks at me and goes "I couldn't NOT say it, like it physically hurt trying to not, is that how you feel all the time?" And I was just like yeaaaah pretty much. Mom's tics are usually reactionary, and she doesn't get a lot of premonitory urges, so it was really unusual for her.

That's all I can think of at the moment, thank you for reading. If I think of anything else I'll probably make another post but I'm not sure if I will. Sorry this one was so dense, I've been putting this off for a while lol.

[pyr0x10n]

vaquero kyle 😍 (the reader forced him to dress like that, bro was not having it)

The main 4 are at a qunice (do wtv you want with this bit)

After awhile reader gets horny and stupid and takes Kyle to the bathroom to do 'stuff' :3

bc he looks SOSO good in his outfit

I have a really bad thing for shit like this idk why

Nah because he’s be so done when you ask him to dress like that 💀

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Mi Vaquero<3

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Genre: Fluff + Smut

Synopsis: Vaquero Kyle‼️‼️ y horny reader obvi 😝

Kyle Broflovski x f!reader

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“I cant believe i actually did this..” Kyle sighed, frustrated. “It’s fun! And plus, you get to see part of my culture!” You laughed. “Why did they have to tag along, AND WHY IS KENNY IN A DRESS!?” He pointed at Kenny, who was checking himself out in a dress. “ “Él solo es parte de las damas!” “Huh?” “Nothing.” You smiled innocently. “Damn I look hot.” Kenny grinned.

“Anyways, who’s this quinceañera for anyways?” Kyle asked, as the cumbia started playing. “Oh, just my cousin.” You said, looking for your phone in your purse.

“Oh, okay. Well, what’s going to happen?” Kyle asked. “You’ll see, just, follow my lead. The boys can find their way around.” You giggled, and Kyle started to get a little nervous.

“What if I ruin it all!? What if I accidentally spill something? What if I ruin the- I don’t know!” He was starting to panic, and you brought your lips to his. “You’ll be fine, hun. I promise.” You smiled at him.

“BUT IM JEWISH-!” “KYLE JUST TRUST ME.” “HOW!???” “JUST THIS ONCE BABY!?” “Fine.” “Yay.” “….” “…”

“Prima!” You heard a voice yell. “Ah, there’s the girl.” You smiled at the girl who was now fifteen. Kyle just watched behind as you two talked about things.

“Oh, my mom’s calling me.” She said, and then waved, walking away.

“That’s your cousin?” Kyle asked. “Yep, the one and only.” You sighed.

“Well, c’mon, we gotta go out! The boys already went out, so we should too!” You said and grabbed Kyle’s hand, running out of the dressing room and out into the area.

“Oh shit- (Y/n) calm down!!” He said, slightly panicked. “Shh, c’mon, dance with me, vaquero!” You said, now having both of his hands in yours. He was now calming down, as you two danced to the cumbia romántica.

(Murder me, but I have no idea what else to write, sooo…)

You guys have been here for only a few hours,

Yet you were so unbelievably horny.

Just because of Kyle rocking that outfit. He had you blushing without even knowing.

“Hey Kyle..” you mumbled, tugging on his belt.

“Hm? Yeah, baby? What’s up?”

“Can you bring me to the room really quick.. it’s really hot..” you asked.

“Uh, sure?” He knew what was going on, he’s just teasing.

You grabbed his hand and let him to the gust bedroom, when the door closed, he locked it and you immediately laid your head on his chest, sighing.

“Kyle I need you..”

“Yeah?”

“Mhm..”

Kyle laughed at your neediness, as you started taking his belt off. He pulled you into a kiss, and you felt yourself getting wetter and more pathetic by the second.

You need him.

You pulled away and took his pants down, slowly due to the lightheaded feeling you had. He connected his lips to your neck, kissing the exposed area. You lowly moaned but he covered your mouth.

“You don’t want your family hearing your sounds, right angel?” He asked as you got on top of him and shook your head. “No..” “then shut your pretty mouth, would you baby?” He commanded, and you nodded. You just needed him in you.

You put your panties to the side and aligned yourself with him, and slowly brought yourself down to his dick. He pulled you in a kiss to muffle out your moans.

It took some time, but you finally got used to his size and started riding him.

Man we’re you in for a looooong ride ;)

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Necesito ayuda 😨

[semperreformanda]

life update

last june my boss let me go for “not being a good fit”

it didn’t take me long to put two and two together and realize that the big reason was because of my pregnancy. and the biggest support to this theory was he talked negatively about a coworker (who was in the company for 6+ years) who got pregnant, saying stuff like “I don’t want her back … I already know how it goes when employees get pregnant, they’ll start calling out … I don’t want to deal with that” he would say all that stuff to me and others behind her back so I knew I was only gonna stick around to save some $$$ and use the insurance as much as I could

(oh and she was forced to resign bc they literally did not want her there anymore 🙃)

but when it finally happened it drove me in anxiety and anger because I had relied on the insurance especially bc I AM PREGNANT

yes it is illegal yes I should have reported it but I had no energy to do anything

but God reminded me through it all that He provides and He does! and so silly of me to think He could provide for my greatest need (my salvation through Christ) but not provide for our little earthly needs

another reason I was annoyed was I was already planning to quit but they beat me to it 😂 but that was honestly the worst company I’ve ever worked for. I could not deal with the constant disrespect and the yelling and the cussing and their questionable ethics

they stole an engineer’s professional seal and stamp it on their projects WITHOUT HIS APPROVAL meaning all projects are “approved” 🥴 this was the last straw for me bc imagine all the hazards

anyways… that was almost 3 months ago and I honestly feel so relieved to not be working there anymore. I spent too many times feeling so incredibly stressed out and then even more stressed out that I may be hurting the baby from it

speaking of… I am already 27 weeks pregnant today 😭 I remember when I first saw that faint line and thought I was hallucinating things. we tried for months only with a stark white test every month, so seeing a shadow of a line sent chills down my spine. and 27 weeks later my little bubba has gotten so big and active 😭 I love him so much

like it’s so crazy how he’s so close to me but also so far it’s like a long distance relationship 🥴💀

also learned a lot about gestational diabetes bc my hypochondriac brain was convinced I HAD IT

apparently it’s not due to your diet and you can’t even cause it. shocking how this is not widespread knowledge, because so many moms feel guilty for failing their baby when they’re diagnosed but in reality it is mostly your placenta being a jerk 😭

so for the past few days when I got the call that I failed my 1 hour I acted like I had gestational diabetes 😭 became very picky with what I ate, which is hard bc my culture loves rice 😭 and I took 10 min walks after meals

all I could think about was my blood sugars spiking and how I needed to bring it down 💀

also I had to fast for at least 8 hours before I could do my 3 hour glucose test which was honestly so hard bc if you’ve been pregnant you know the pregnancy hunger pangs!!! I cried after my test because I was anxious about having GD and also I felt so bad for my baby 😭😭 like I starved him 😂 even though I know he’s fine in there because placenta n all dat

anyways I just wanted to let you guys in on that bc why not and also I’m bored and drinking chai while my husband works besides me 🙂🤠

[mattscoquette]

wait i’m like crying (literally). i was just at dance and my ONLY FRIEND sat out so i was like on the BRINK of tears the whole time and then i asked to go to the bathroom and literally started like silently crying and i texted my mom to pick me up not even halfway into the class and she did (🙏) but like when i got back she was asking me abt it and i just got mad at her but we came to the conclusion im quitting (i literally complain every week abt going so this is like a dream come true) but i feel kinda bad i like yelled at her and im like crying again and i feel really bad for my friend bc we’re supposed to be doing it together because we’re each others only friend but i don’t wanna make myself unhappy to go thru smth that makes n both of us unhappy yk and i don’t know what to do and my moms like blaming it on my hormones like it’s not bc of that i feel this way every week

-💗

if u don’t like it you shouldn’t force yourself to do it !! it’s just gonna make you more u happy in the long run

[tendercherie]

Babes I'm so confused. Idk what to do.

My sister is trying to set me up with this dude from her work. At first I said no. I'm terrifed of romanic relationships. I've never even kissed anyone. I've only been on one date, which went horrible. She got our Mom involved and Mom's been encouraging me to give him a chance. Ik my family just wants me to be happy. And also I have v bad mental health problems. So ik they'd like if I had someone else who would help "take care" of me and support me if anything were to happen to them. I talked to my therapist about this. She suggested I give him a chance. That it will be good for me and help me work on my anxiety. And she reminded me if I don't like him I don't ever have to see/talk to him again. Amy (my therapist) also encouraged me bc I think I'll ruin his life if things were to work out between us. She said that's thinking WAY to far ahead. I should just worry about texting with him first and seeing if we get along. And she reminded me that him and I could always just be friends. So I told my sister I'd give him a chance. She said okay. She told him about me. Idk what that means. The only things I can think that she'd tell him are all my red flags. She also said she showed him a full body photo of me. There are v few of those bc I'm v fat and do not like my body. She said his response to seeing the photo was "personality is more important then looks." Which makes me think he doesn't find me attractive. So my sister gave him my number. It's been 6 days. He has not messaged me. I'm fucking stressed tf out. I'm so anxious waiting for him to message me. It's driving me crazy. I've asked my sister to ask him why he hasn't messaged yet. His response was that he's been busy with work and he doesn't use his phone at work. And he gets out of work REALLY late. Like 11:30pm. He told my sister he did think of texting me after work the other night but he said that I shouldn't be texting someone I don't know that late. I keep asking my sister if she sees him at work and she gets mad at me. Today I asked if she could find out if he's ever gonna message me. She yelled at me. Saying I'm "clingy" and I haven't even met him yet. And that I can't blame it on my BPD bc I can "control it." I just - Idk what to do at this point. I'm overthinking everything. I'm anxious every time my phone dings. I'm afraid to take a nap or go to the store in fear that he'll message me and I'll take to long to answer and then he'll get mad and not want to talk to me anymore. I'm trying so hard to be "normal" about this. But everything about this situation stresses me out. I just wanna cry. I've had a shit month on top of that. My friend Sarah tells me to just try to not worry and be excited about getting to know him. But what if he just took my number to be nice to my sister? Idk what to do. How long do I wait for him? Do I wait for him? What should I do?

Honestly, my love, it does not seem like you’re ready to dip your toes in romantic waters…

By forcing you to be open to being set up with someone, your sister is just setting you up for failure, no matter how pure her intentions are.

My best advice is to try to clear your mind of the situation and your anxiety surrounding it by staying busying with things that make you feel happy, fulfilled and at peace. If you hear from him, great! If not, you shouldn’t spiral because you have no idea if he was in the right mindset to date either.

[primeministerofantarctica]

random ducktales headcanons in no particular order

you know how some kids make up imaginary friends to blame for their mistakes? that's how phooey was born.

the triplets realize very young that trying to pin the blame on each other will only result in all of them getting grounded, so. it's so sad their secret fourth brother will explode if anyone else besides them looks at him which is why uncle donald can never see them :punch: :pensive: (<- that was dewey's idea ofc)

board games are a relatively easy way to entertain kids and pass the time for free, so donald ended up buying a lot from secondhand stores and garage sales.

huey loves strategy games. he has a junior woodchuck badge in chess playing! when he moves into the mansion he's excited to find similar games like go and shogi (also he's just, really happy to finally have someone give him a run for his money in chess)

dewey likes charades, but only when he's the one acting. he also likes pit! (that's a card game where you have to yell a lot XD)

louie's favorite game is candyland, although that usually turns into "try to catch louie switching out the cards" than actual playing. louie swears up and down that he'd never cheat and it's not his fault dewey never won.

webby's favorite game is something totally obscure you've never heard of. she's also a fan of cluedo :). (it takes like, a week for the kids to realize clue and cluedo are the same thing)

all the kids are trans (source: dude trust me)

donald sitting down at the parent-teacher conference and looking at the list of adhd symptoms the teacher handed him: wdym, these are all normal kid things? i mean, my sister was like this.

(cut to ten years later) della: wow dewey really takes after his mom doesn't he ^_^

donald: haha. hahaha. ha. about that.

SPEAKING OF PARENT-TEACHER CONFERENCES. donald is a pta mom you can't convince me otherwise. one day he's going to show helen what real homemade brownies taste like. as soon as he doesn't burn them.

louie knows how to pickpocket and is fairly good at it, he just doesn't because the first time he got caught donald looked so upset and he doesn't wanna relive that again.

high school dewey tries to force himself into dating bc he thinks that's a requirement to being a "cool, beloved, popular teen" (it is according to the movies!) Anyways he quickly realizes he's miserable and would rather walk across glass shards than kiss anyone. (then he learns about aromanticism and asexuality.)

huey used to have pretty bad meltdowns on an almost regular basis, until donald signed the boys up for jr woodchucks in kindergarten (mostly just to get them out of the house for a while) and something Clicked. finally, structure! routine! a book of set rules and expectations! (it's not like he magically stopped having meltdowns overnight but it helped him feel less overwhelmed, yk?)

feel free to add on if you have any :3

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA, (or, was I) for only taking one cat with me?

will explain the title as i go. also, this is about something that happened like a year ago but it still weights on my mind. backstory-ish first, so sorry for the length of the text.

I (20+) moved out a little more than a year ago to my first own apartment. My siblings moved out before i did, so now my moms living with only her boyfriend and the remaining cats. We had four cats before i moved out, all of which are allowed to go outside (i know, outdoor cats, they have been all my life and i didnt realize the danger they were in & being for the local environment when i was a kid). My new apartment is on the second floor. When i moved out, i decided to take one cat with me, because he really kind of imprinted on me since he was a baby and would constantly follow me around. And while i didnt like the thought of forcing an in&outdoor cat to suddenly only be indoors in a smaller space than our house was, i figured it would be fine if its him.

one of our other cats, which we got a few years after we got the cat i took with me, also really liked to spend time in my room and with cat 1. We got cat 2 from the animal shelter after his previous owner, an old lady, got dementia and had to give him away.

my mom and her boyfriend suggested i take both cats with me and not just one. i didnt want to for a few reasons:

(1. i wasnt sure how much cat 2 would like suddenly being an indoor cat in a smaller space bc he spent like 50% of his time outside and the other 50 in my room, 2. i wasnt sure if the apartment would be big enough for two cats 3. i wasnt sure how hed adjust to yet another new living place, because he took some time adjusting when we got him from the shelter and would meow/yell a lot when no one was with him until he got used to his new home. when i moved out i was about to start a new job training-ish thing which required me to not be home for some hours 5 days a week so the cats would be on their own a lot. and reason 4., which is were i felt kinda selfish: cat 1 is a shorthair cat and cat 2 a maine coon so all my clothes and stuff would be full of hair all the time, even when we tried to prevent it. i didnt really care as a child growing up bc we had a lot of long hair cats but i was kinda thinking that a new space with less cat hairs on everything would also be kinda nice)

i only told my mom and her bf reason 1, 2 & 3 bc i felt like a dick for reason 4. i love all of our cats a lot and leaving any of them at my moms place was really difficult because i was just so used of them always being there all my life. my mom told me after i moved out that cat 2 was still around my old room a lot and started spending even more time outside bc me and cat 1 weren't there anymore. and while hed start purring and cuddling when they pet him outside, he wouldnt spend time with them on their laps or on the couch a lot bc hed just get up and go somewhere else a lot of times.

thats kind of the backstory for this.

now for the (additional) reason i feel like i could be the asshole: my mom and her bf started going on trips a lot like 2-3 years ago, and he only moved in once i had moved out. so whenever they were on trips or she was visiting him, id take care of the cats and cuddle and play with them. once i moved out, they redid parts of the house (kitchen & bath) and got a lot of furniture from her bfs home. her bf likes the cats too, but he doesnt want them to be inside the house that much when they arent there bc he thinks they shed hair everywhere and could damage his furniture or something? so when they went on their next few trips, the 3 remaining cats would mostly be outside with access to a kind of sunroom? attached to the house. and either my grandparents or a friend of my mom would come and feed the cats every day.

me and my siblings didnt really like them suddenly having to be outside so much when it was normal for them to be inside the house even when we weren't home for all of our lives before that and told our mom too (by now she has seen our point and convinced her bf to let them be inside more so its getting better over time. but i wish we would have gotten our point across sooner.)

during one of their trips near christmas last year, when one of her friends was taking care of the cats, cat 2, the maine coon, disappeared. we dont know if he ran away or someone took him because his fur is so pretty or if he got into an accident. my whole family was really sad about him being gone and kept hoping hed come back and asked around irl and online if anyone had seen him. to this day, he hasnt been found. and i know that thats a (unnecessary) risk you take with outdoor cats. and that it was my moms and her bfs decision to keep the cats mostly outside and go on 1-3 week-long trips. but i still blame myself for not just taking him with me to my new apartment. looking back on it, all the reasons i had dont seem to have any weight at all and if i had taken him with me, hed still be around and id know hes healthy and doing good. and he wouldnt have been separated from me and his cat buddy.

so, was i the asshole for not just taking him with me to my new place when i moved out?

pet tax (in order):

What are these acronyms?

[acatalystrising]

hi tysm for replying to my request i honestly wasn't expecting it but i just wanted to add a couple things if you're hitting some writers block or need some inspo if writing about your own experiences is too emotionally exhausting. 

/tw for dv (don’t have to read if it’s too much)

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in tdou the dad is guilt tripping the daughter about the mom's death, i'd like to read about a mom guilt tripping the reader about a grandmother's death as that’s unfortunately what’s happening to me. 

basically my mom & my grandmother abused each other during quarantine & the weeks before my grandmother died but she only claims it happened bc i didn’t “help out enough” (but she doesn’t work at all like the father in tdou)

i love that the reader in tdou was trying to do everything she could but it just drained her emotionally & physically

i related to that a lot as i had to basically play mediator whenever they would argue but sometimes i just couldn’t do it bc my moms yelling voice is triggering to me. she isn’t as physically abusive anymore but now she just chips away at my self worth whenever she has a bad day or sometimes before i go to work

i already carried a lot of guilt before my grandmother died bc i dropped out of college & wasn’t working at the time & now my mom just knows how to make it worse. 

i recently got her to apologize & recognize what she did was wrong but it just feels like she resents me now bc i called her out. the reader’s sense of inadequacy/powerlessness in tdou was highly relatable lol

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sorry if this was too personal & that this ask is so long but if it's too triggering/personal you can totally not include it. 

i really liked how scarily similar the readers situation in tdou was to mine & seeing how much ppl liked it made me feel less alone so maybe if you base this prompt off of my situation someone else can feel less alone too. If not it’s ok bc all of this is pretty heavy. 

but i really love how honest your work is otherwise. i have support in my life but like you said family trauma can be difficult to heal from so again sorry i don’t make a habit trauma dumping on ppl lol

but thanks so much for your writing. boba really is a comfort character for me

tysm for being understanding pls keep writing <3

Hey lovely anon! Firstly, I am SO sorry it’s taken so long for me to answer this. Life has been nuts and I really, really wanted to take my time writing something for you. Trauma is awful and I am so truly sorry you’ve had to deal with so much. You deserve all the hugs in the world!

I’m so touched you enjoy my writing - I write Boba stories to process my own trauma, and they have majorly helped. I’m happy to hear that they help others, too. You aren’t trauma dumping at all, and I’m touched you made this request! So without further ado, here is what I came up with! I hope you enjoy it, and that if in any small way, it can help you feel a little less alone.

Trigger Warnings: Given the subject, I wanted to make sure everyone knows this contains potentially triggering content including: abusive mother, language, gaslighting, verbal abuse (both mentions of past and present), and physical abuse. This is a bit darker then some of my normal stuff, so please be aware! No smut, but lots of angst, fluff, pining, hurt comfort, and Boba being the protective gem we all love and adore.

I’ll Carry You

Daimyo Boba Fett x f!artist reader

Boba Fett, the Daimyo of Tatooine, was one of the broadest people you’d ever seen.

Strong, built like a warrior capable of crushing his foes, an unstoppable force. He was smart, too, boasting a cunning that spoke of his years as a merciless bounty hunter. He donned mandalorian armor that struck fear in hearts across the Galaxy…

And yet, you wondered if he would hold you gently.

Was there more depth to the man who was living legend? Clearly so, given that he’d saved your city from the Pyke’s destruction. You squinted, peering at the lovely shades of green, wondering how a color could be so calming and exciting all at once. Did he know that such a thing were possible? That his beskar was also beautiful, and not merely a symbol of terror?

A shout echoed down the dusty street and you flinched, concentration broken. Gone were the brilliant hues of green and red from your focus, replaced with the clay, beige tones of sand, stone, and earth.

You blinked, staring at your painting with a frown. Boba Fett, of course, wasn’t really here. Your image needed work before it was finished, but you hoped you’d be able to do a decent job. The Daimyo deserved it, you wagered, even if he never saw it.

Stars, of course he wouldn’t see it. He was far too busy to spend the time ogling street art.

Of himself.

Kriff, this was a stupid idea.

Another shout rang through the air and you grimaced, hating that you had to leave your work unfinished for all to see, unable to be anything more than a random piece by an anonymous painter.

You dreamed of a day where you could proudly display your work for all to see, but as long as your mother had a say, you feared that they, like you, would never get the chance.

-

“Off daydreaming again,” your mother’s accusatory tone made you flinch. “I don’t know where I went wrong with you. I’ve been generous, gracious even. And how do you repay me?”

She paused, dark brows lowering over narrowed eyes.

“Are you even paying attention?”

“Yes, mom.” You looked up from the sewing machine, forcing your expression to remain neutral.

“No. More. Distractions.” She jerked a thumb at the pile of dishes beside her that seemed to grow on its own. “Do I make myself clear?”

You merely nodded.

Like you always did. As fate dictated you must. The last thing you needed was for her to go on another tangent again. Or for there to be another fight.

But life, as you’ve discovered, wasn’t that kind.

-

Tsk. Tsk. Tsk.

Kriff. As if your terrible day couldn’t get any worse.

You winced the moment you heard booted footsteps announcing someone’s entry. They were heavy, breaking the silence of the oddly quiet kaff shop - one that often bustled with customers trying to escape the heat of the mid-afternoon suns. But not today.

Too tired to muster more social energy, you kept your back turned, strands of hair falling in front of your eyes as you swept the shattered glass into your dustpan. The last thing you needed was another reason to get yelled at.

“Welcome to the Twin Suns, I’ll be with you in a moment,” you didn’t bother trying to sound overly polite. Not when your mother had made your day a living hell.

The footsteps neared, accented by a metallic clinking you could only assume were spurs. Now who the hell would bother to wear…

“I’m not here for a drink.” A deep, rumbling voice broke the silence, sending a cold chill down your spine. You barely suppressed a flinch as those booted footsteps stopped right behind you. “I have some questions.”

You turned much quicker than you would have liked - but that voice carried a commanding tone that made you act without thinking. There was only one person you could think of that would sound like…

Maker above, you were fucked.

Your own wide-eyed expression stared back at you, trapped in the unseen gaze of a black, t-visored helm. Even then, as you struggled to breathe, recognition flooded through you with the force of a punch. The owner took another booted step forward, so close you could touch him if you had a death wish.

Oh kriff, kriff, kriff.

It was Boba kriffing Fett. The Boba Fett. And now…your Daimyo.

You tried your best to suppress a blush. As if you hadn’t just been daydreaming about him earlier while you’d been painting him. Good kriffing maker, you had to get it together.

You’d seen him once or twice before, when he was out patrolling the city, but only from a safe distance. Now that he was here, in front of you, every fiber in your body screamed to run. The power the man exuded made your head spin. He was a living weapon, back from the dead - the most feared bounty hunter in the Galaxy.

And you were now trapped in his gaze.

“Heard someone caused a problem here,” Boba Fett’s iconic helmet slowly turned, taking in his surroundings before snapping back to you. “What’s their name?”

You blinked. Why the hell would the Daimyo care about a small shop’s domestic outburst? Surely he had better things to do. He surely wouldn’t be interested in the affairs of someone like you.

“Oh, it’s nothing…” you spoke timidly, far smaller than you intended, but you couldn’t help it, being in his presence. “It wasn’t a customer, or anything. I’m sorry.”

You hoped he’d let it go. Move on to more important things. The last thing you needed was to lose this job, or give your mother another reason to make your life worse.

Fett regarded you silently, arms crossed over a deadly blaster rifle, gloved fingers tapping a slow, steady cadence. Sweat beaded on your forehead and trickled down your temple. Would he shoot you for not answering his question?

He lifted a gloved hand and you flinched, but blinked in confusion when he gently wiped a tear from your cheek. When he spoke again, his voice was so oddly soft you were inclined to believe it didn’t belong to the same person.

“Not gonna hurt you. No one should be afraid in my city. Especially a pretty little thing like you…” his tone rolled through you, and you shivered, an altogether new feeling settling in the pit of your stomach. “Who did this to you?”

You could only swallow, throat dry, heart beating a million times a minute as you leaned the broom against the counter and shakily took a breath. You were so nervous you nearly tripped over your own foot as you looked back at the visor, more tears threatening to burst to the surface.

Damn it, keep it together. Don’t fall apart just because a stranger said something nice…

“It wasn’t anything you need to worry about.” You took a deep breath, steeling yourself to speak. “My mom just-”

A familiar voice suddenly cut over your own, hollering your name as if it were a curse. You flinched, turning in time to see your mother emerge from the back of the store, several big bags of kaff beans in her arms.

“Still wasting time or are you going to be useful?” She clearly didn’t see their guest, too focused on her destination. “I need your help, if I’m not asking too much.”

You glanced at the Daimyo apologetically, instinctively shifting to answer your mother’s request.

“She was speaking with me.” Boba Fett’s voice was nearly a growl when he spoke, taking a booted step forward.

A step, you noted, that placed him between you and your mother.

Who finally looked up. And promptly dropped her armful of product onto the floor with a curse. You flinched. Kaff beans rolled all over the wooden planks you’d just swept. Damn, this was going to be a long night.

“D-Daimyo Fett? Oh, oh. My goodness. Whatever can I do for you?” Her demeanor Instantly changed, shifting from accusation to groveling. “Apologies for the mess, we, we…”

“Perhaps you should apologize to your daughter.” Fett’s voice was nearly a growl, his words rolling with a lovely accent you couldn’t place. “She’s upset. Yelling won’t fix that.”

Your jaw dropped. Your mother smothered a glare. Oh, this was not going to end well.

“I, well, I…” she dipped her head, red flaring in her cheeks, but you knew it was anger. When she spoke again, it was the icy professionalism you also knew well. “Apologizes, Lord Fett. Can I get you anything? It’s such a long walk from the palace.”

But Boba Fett didn’t answer. The conversation was clearly over. Instead, he turned to face you, helmet tilted slightly to the side as he walked toward the door.

“I was just leaving, but,” he paused beside you, looking down from that impassive helmet, once again ensnaring you in his unseen gaze. “If you’re ever in need of employment, little one, come to my palace.”

Little one.

Somehow those two words made heat coil in your belly faster than any flirtatious word ever could.

You nodded, swallowing hard, only able to emit a squeak as he brushed against you as he walked by, long enough for you to catch a whiff of his scent - leather, metal, and residual blaster smoke. Stars, why was it so attractive? You’d never even seen his face.

You couldn’t deny there was something about the Daimyo that was…electrifying. But you weren’t given the chance to ponder it for long.

Boba Fett walked out of the shop’s door, and your nightmare started anew.

-

“I don’t know why I let you work here.” Your mother’s back was turned, but you could feel her glare cutting into you like daggers to your chest. “You embarrassed me in front of the Daimyo. What were you thinking? Was that a way to get back at me? Why do you have to be so childish?”

“I didn’t know he was coming either, mom.”

You stood with crossed arms, hovering as close to the door as you could, heart pounding even faster. “My shift is over. I need to go home. At least he wasn’t upset.”

“Well I am, but not that it matters. You’ve always been a disappointment.” Your mother raised a critical brow, lips twisting in a frown. “If you grandmother were still alive, she’d agree with me. But oh, wait, she can’t.”

Your day could, in fact, get worse.

“You never listen. Her death wasn’t my fault.” You sighed, an age old weariness settling in your shoulders. “It doesn’t matter. Never does.”

Your vision sparked as her fist connected with your face, shoving you backward into the glass door. It rattled violently, and you winced as your hand flew to the injury, fingers wet with blood. Damn. Not again.

“Entitled brat,” your mother shook her head and had the audacity to cry. It broke your heart, seeing her like this - but it was a ploy. You knew it. And it worked every single time. “What did I ever do so wrong? How did you turn out like this? I raised you better, I did.”

“Maybe you’re asking the wrong question,” you winced, turning your back on her as you opened the door. “What did I ever do so wrong to deserve this?”

Cheek stinging, heart breaking, you twisted and bolted out of the door before she could see your welling tears.

-

The moment you stepped out into the cool night air, you knew you weren’t alone.

You could feel it, the prickle of eyes on your back, and lowered your hand to the blaster at your hip. You’d already had a terrible day, but the last thing you needed was more trouble.

“That’s not necessary.” A familiar gravelly tone broke the silence. “Saw what happened.”

You turned, peering into the dark alley beside the kaff shop. At first you didn’t see anyone, but then the armored figure stepped from the shadows, beskar glinting in the moonlight. You reflexively took a step back, and he held his gloved hands up, empty.

“Meant what I said,” his voice was calm, steady, as if trying to calm her. “Not going to hurt you. You’ve been hurt enough already, from the looks of it.”

Oh.

“It’s…it’s fine,” you gingerly touched your brushing cheek with a soft wince. “I’ve dealt with worse. Please don’t hurt her. She’s…mourning. It’s a long story.”

Not that you figured he would really care. Most didn’t.

“There’s never a reason to hurt your own child.” Fett’s tone was soft, even as he took another step forward. “Will you come back here tomorrow?”

“I…don’t know.” You stiffed your hands in your pockets with a sigh. “It’s all I’ve got. I can’t just abandon her.”

He nodded, helmet tilting down toward her as if in thought. You found yourself staring up at him, transfixed by the deep red and green hues of his armor, even as he removed the helmet.

Dark amber eyes met yours, expression much softer than you had expected from a man of his profession. He was scarred, whirls of scar tissue branding his tan skin - but maker, he was gorgeous. Your jaw almost dropped, caught in his gaze, heart pounding like a drum as he closed the distance between you, a gloved hand softly cupping your chin.

“Don’t live your life for someone else’s grief, even if it’s shared.” His fingers gently stroked your jaw, and you found yourself leaning into his touch. Damn, he was dangerous - just not in the way you’d initially expected. “Why don’t you come back to the palace with me? Would be a change of scenery - I’ll pay you well.”

“To do what?” You’re frowned, too frustrated to be worried that you were being too bold. “Unless you don’t already have someone who can make coffee in that fancy palace of yours, I’m afraid I’ll be of no use to you.”

He lifted a dark brow, and you swallowed hard, suddenly remembering his hand was still on your chin, dangerously close to your throat. But when he spoke, there was no darkness - only a playful mirth.

“Perhaps you could finish that lovely painting you started, hmm?” Boba Fett, of all people, had the audacity to wink at you.

Your jaw dropped, stunned, even as he removed his fingers from your chin.

Wait a second.

He’d…actually seen it? And knew it was you? Kriff, had he been watching? Heat flooded your cheeks.

“Oh…oh, umm,” you ran a nervous hand through your hair, “you saw that? I didn’t mean to…”

He tutted, a soft click of his tongue, and dared to brush a loose piece of hair behind your ear with practiced ease.

“None of that, princess,” his tone was lower, rumbling through you. “I am honored you’d want to do something so kind with your talent. My palace could use more color. Something to lessen the drab and make it something new. What do you think?”

Stars, was this happening?

Not only was he interested in your work, but the Daimyo was very clearly interested in you.

You knew your mother who disagree. She’d be angry, too. But you’d spent too many years of your life trying to please her, knowing that would never happen. And now, Boba Fett of all people, wanted to set you free.

And so you nodded, unable to stop a smile from spreading on lips that were so often twisted in a frown, as the words you’d never imagined you’d be able to say tumbled from you mouth.

“Okay, I’ll come with you,” you nodded, meeting his gaze. “That would be…amazing.”

Boba Fett smiled, took your hand in his, and led you to the palace. To your future. Into a life you’d never thought were possible - one where for the first time ever, you were truly free.

Where you were loved.

[sofluffainpink]

on christmas I was playing with my five year old cousin outside and my younger cousin (almost 13) and he started chasing her around, and he clearly had an advantage considering he’s 13 so I expected him to just be silly and shit. however he repeatedly forced hugs from her and kept picking her up even though she said “no” and “stop” repeatedly. I yelled at him for obvious reasons and he just told me she liked it because she was laughing (keep in mind she wasn’t laughing she was whining and crying as children do. i’m not sure if he was confused bc it was rlly dark or if he was just trying to justify being a jerk) so I said “it doesn’t matter she’s saying no so don’t do it” and he just brushed me off so I went to go tell his mom (my aunt) to talk to him abt it. she said she would. so I went back outside, staying with my cousin, hoping my aunt would yell at him before he had another chance to grab her. however, 15 minutes later, my aunt came outside saying that he had to go to his dad’s and she said, as he was chasing our little cousin around, “don’t do that” and he continued to. a few minutes later right before my aunt got in her car to leave, I asked if she would speak to him about it, and she said “I just did”

it is baffling to me how he can get away with that sort of behavior. I genuinely had to have a conversation with my FIVE YEAR OLD COUSIN about how it was okay to say no, how she doesn’t have to accept hugs or other forms of touch. I made her promise that if anyone denied her response, to tell someone immediately bc it’s not okay. the fact that his mother didn’t do shit abt it makes me really think about how deep rape culture goes into everything. i’m not sure if this situation could be considered part of rape culture but I think it is. she said “no” and “stop” multiple times when she wasn’t even asked if it was okay to hug her or pick her up. I don’t care that she’s a small child she’s still a fucking human being who has the right to say “no”. nobody did shit abt my cousin denying her responses and what she wanted. it’s awful that girls of all ages have to deal with that, even kindergarteners

[fentrashcat]

Tourettes Awareness Month, June 8th!

I don't really know how to talk about this except to just tell it. Going to be heavier topics today. Most of this is from my senior year of high-school, when I had a principal who just seemed to hate neurodivergent people. We also thought since I was at a small school with a loy of neurodivergent students in my last year it would be easier to not worry about the record stuff like 504 and IEP.

TW- abilism, bullying

⚠️everyone who has TS or other tic disorders will have different experiences, this is just mine.

Listen to me!

Someone with tics will ALWAYS know their tics and triggers better than you will. Mr. Principal decided that he knows my disability better than me. We had weekly school meetings where ~200 students were all forced into the lunch room (think about the size of a tennis court, maybe a bit bigger). People were packed like sardines, most of them sitting on the floor, as we got talked to about school news and some other things. It was often loud and people were frequently told to applaud.

I'm claustrophobic, only liked/trusted maaaaaybe 5 people at that school, and loud noises set off my tics. My mom talked to Mr. Principal and told him I need to not be in that room. I really did try to participate but it caused me to tic so much my grade in the class after it was suffering. For a while I was able to sit in an adjacent room with another noise sensitive student, and I was fine.

Mr. Principal decided that wasn't good enough and told me to sit in his office (open to the lunch room). I told him "no, that won't work, it'll be too loud". He told me the other noise sensitive student was okay sitting in his office. I repeated that it wouldn't work for me. He threatened to give me detention if I didn't do as he said.

I sat in his office. I was right and had a tic attack. Spent the next class unable to focus or participate, couldn't even ask someone to come pick me up early. Thankfully that class was with a teacher who was really understanding and just told me to do anything I needed to make me feel comfortable.

Don't pull me aside!

Another tale involving Mr. Principal not listening. Another request from my mom and I was to warn me before fire alarms. He warned me once when he knew she was in town (I was practically living on my own bc my mom was in and out of town). He didn't warn me the next time, and of course I had a tic attack. It happened at lunch and my main safe person had already left for the day. My two friends did their best but people were of course staring at me.

The drill finally ended and we started to go inside. A teacher I didn't have but recently disclosed that I have TS sees me ticcing and pulls me aside. She's trying to help, but told my friends to keep moving so I was separated from my support system. She also didn't take me anywhere, just pulled me to the side of the doors where everyone was going inside. So now I'm away from my support, stuck with someone I don't know, and being seen by EVERYONE. She kept asking if I was okay and how to help but she was just making it worse. By the time she let me go (I can't remember but I think a teacher who knew me stepped in and sent me to class), I had a complete breakdown in my next class. Luckily it was the good teacher and there were only a few students who all knew me, so class was canceled for the day and teacher gave us a free day so I could work on calming down.

Hold bullies accountable!

So Mr. Principal is somewhat involved with this one, but not right away. There were some really shitty people in my school, as there is in all schools. One day they decided to make me tic by stomping behind me repeatedly. There was only an office administrator there, and she didn't do anything to stop them until I screamed "WILL YOU FUCKING STOP". I didn't raise my voice much at all in school, and this worked to stop them but scared my friend who doesn't like yelling. So I went to try and help him while the administrator finally talked to the bullies.

I found out later they took a video of me ticcing, and the administrator made them delete it. She didn't report it or give them any kind of consequences except a talking to. I didn't want to stress my mom out since she was dealing with some other stuff but eventually it slipped out and she went to talk to Mr. Principal. Apparently it was too later to do anything (last few weeks of school), and there was no proof (he didn't want to talk to witnesses and administrator never reported it).

This same principal CONSTANTLY threatened to not let people walk at graduation if they didn't finish a project in time. In my mom's opinion Mr. Principal is "a small, disappointing man".

To bring a little peace, I found out Mr. Principal was fired soon after I graduated.

Sorry for rough topics today, but thank you for reading. Asks are open and I'll answer any questions to the best of my ability.

[areyoureddieforittaylorsversion]

I just read one of ur fic's on ao3 thank u for keeping reddie alive in 2022 🥺

Alsoooooo not sure what type of prompts you want but I'll just throw this out there... something to do with diners. Diners are so kitschy and grungy and I think the vibes are soooo Derry. I love the idea of one of them working at a diner and the other always coming in to order something and bother them. Or maybe going to the diner at 2 am and splitting a shake together is like their secret thing.

Keep doing what you do!!! ❤️

first of all, this made my day you are so sweet tysm! i've thought about writing this before and i absolutely adore the idea so i hope this does it justice! and bc i couldn't decide, i give you both in the same fic bc i said so.

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As soon as Eddie turned 16, he got a job at the diner down the street from his house. He works there pretty much after school every day and all weekend long. Richie complains about it, saying he misses when they used to just read comics in the clubhouse hammock. They have the same argument every single day. Or, not so much an argument. Conversation. 

It isn't a real complaint on Richie's part anymore. He's fixed the problem by coming in to the diner every single fucking day. It makes it really hard to focus and his boss has yelled at him multiple times for just talking to Richie when he's supposed to be working.

Richie doesn't stop, though. No matter how many times Eddie tells him to or how many times he kicks him out on the days he really can't focus when Richie is around. Sometimes he just ends up staring at him like some lovesick teenager. Which he kind of is, but he goes to great lengths to not be that kind of in love. 

It's the same today, the bell on the door jingling when Richie walks through the door, all smile and blue eyes, making Eddie shake his head.

"Hey, sweetheart." Richie says in the same stupid voice he uses every time he greets him here as he slides into his seat at one of the bar stools.  

"What do you want, Rich?" Eddie says, a smile now on his face as he tries his best to act annoyed. 

"Just you. You look so cute in that uniform." Richie says. 

"Shut up." Eddie says, flicking him with his pen. "It's literally just a shirt. Now either get the fuck out of here or let me work."

"You know I can't do either of those things, Eddie, my love." Richie says, the obnoxious grin never leaving his face. 

"You are such an asshole!" Eddie laughs. "Can't you just go hang out with Stan or something instead of bothering me?"

"I could but why would I when I get to hang out with you and see how pretty you are?" Richie says.

"Just-be quiet. Let me work. I will hang out with you after, I promise." Eddie says and he really wants to kiss him but he can't. 

"But I want to see you now." Richie argues. 

"Stop acting like a child. You should get a job too, you know." Eddie says, starting to actually work while he talks to him, making Richie frown. His efforts never work for long.

"Nah. I'd rather just bother you at yours." Richie says, resting his head in his hand. "I'll shut up, though. You just work and look pretty. I'm content where I am."

Eddie only shakes his head but he doesn't argue.

The strange part of all of this is is that as much as Eddie does his best to force Richie to act like he's just his friend, to leave him alone at work, they still go there every single night. Bev works the night shift and she would never care even if she didn't know them. So every weekend night, Richie sneaks in through his window and they walk down the street to the diner.

"Richie, for the love of God, you're going to wake my mom!" Eddie laughs as he lets Richie pull him out of the window. 

"You're the one who won't shut up!" Richie argues and Eddie rolls his eyes as he jumps to the ground.

"Come on, dumbass." Eddie says, lacing their fingers together and pulling him down the road. 

"You think Bev will give us a free milkshake?" Richie asks.

"You know she won't." Eddie says. "She never does."

Richie only laughs in response as Eddie pushes open the door of the diner. Bev sits on the counter, legs crossed as she flips through some paper. She looks up when she hears them, a smile on her face.

"Hey, lover boys. The usual?" She asks.

"Yep." Richie says, hopping into his seat and pulling Eddie along.

"I'm sorry he's such a bother, Bev." Eddie says as Richie slaps him lightly. "He never leaves me alone at work either."

"He doesn't leave me alone period." Bev says, placing a milkshake between them. 

"Hey!" Richie says defensively. "I do too!" 

"Richie, I love you, but you really don't." Eddie says, placing a kiss on his cheek. 

"Did you hear that? He loves me." Richie says, entirely changing the subject.

"That's painfully obvious." Bev says. "I'm going to leave you to it. I have more work I have to do than I have time to talk to you."

"So rude, Marsh." Richie says, shaking his head. 

"Bye, Bev." Eddie says, elbowing Richie. 

Bev chuckles and walks off into the kitchen, leaving the two boys alone.

"I really do love you." Eddie says, taking Richie's hand with one hand and taking a sip of the milkshake.

"I'll have to tell your mom I've found someone better." Richie says with a soft smile.

It makes Eddie laugh but not for the reasons Richie wants him to. It's so wildly ironic. His mom would fucking disown him if she knew where he was and yet Richie can make jokes about it so easily. It makes him feel light. And free.

"Say you love me too." Eddie says, tilting his head up in defiance.

"I love you too, Eddie. I love you so much." Richie says and before he can say another word, he pulls him into a kiss.