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I was 13 when I was groomed by an adult whoâs very well known in my fandom (they run a big fan account with thousands of followers, so theyâre very popular) and 17 when I was sexually assaulted by the same person. And the ironic part is this person is very open about being anti. They often harass proshippers because âproshippers are bad people in real lifeâ while at the same time they were the one grooming and sexually assaulting me in real life. So I guess they have no trouble protecting fictional children while abusing a real minor lol
From what happened to me, my whole view of antis is that âthey HAVE to hide something and thatâs why they label themselves as antis so no one suspects they are actual predators irlâ.
I still have to take my antidepressant and see my therapist. And every time I see someone says theyâre âan antiâ I stop interacting with them because my brain automatically sees being antis as a huge red flag because chances are that they are hiding their predatory side behind the Anti Mask.
Itâs like everything antis accused proshippers of IS a confession of their own predatory behavior.
Iâve always felt comforted chilling with proshippers because most of them are chill and most - if not all - of them CAN separate fiction from reality.
Another reason why I think antis are the dangerous ones is that most of them canât separate fiction from reality. Itâs like they think they will get exposed of being irl predators if they say they like dark fics BECAUSE THEY (ANTIS) ACTUALLY ARE IRL PREDATORS.
My abuser is STILL harassing proshippers and interacting with other antis and no one in my fandom knows what their beloved anti did to me because theyâre so popular and Iâm not ready to come forward with my story. But itâs so triggering to see them talk about protecting fictional children knowing damn well they raped me when I was a minor.
Your blog has always been a safe place for me and seeing your posts in support of being proshippers, being anti harassment and keeping fandom safe is a huge green flag.
As a victim of sexual abuse, I will always trust a proshipper over an anti any day.
Thank you for keeping your blog a safe space for us
âtalking about protecting fictional children while raping a real childâ. I have no words. Iâm so sorry this happened to you, anon. knowing my blog can provide you comfort gives me small comfort, but Iâm so sorry you had to go through this.
#admins answer#pro ship#proship#fandom#fandoms#ship and let ship#fandom discourse#fandom police#fandom discussion#fictional characters#blorbo#comfort character#shipping discourse#fandom space
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Almost, Always
â„ â„ Â Â Â Â Â Joseph Quinn x Fem!ReaderÂ
Summary:Â Happy endings aren't for everyone, so it seems, but that doesn't mean that you can't stop trying for one. Question is, are you actually star-crossed lovers that can figure something out, or just absolutely blind to reality and really fucking stupid?
CW / disclaimer: rpf, fem!reader, language, adult themes, smut, cheating
Authorâs note: it's monday! and fake joe's here for you! he's... not exactly the best, for which i apologise, but, he's all for you, so please, enjoy him fictionally and respect him privately (too much to ask? i hope not?) ok great talk everyone, love you <33 xo
Wordcount: 6.3K
part one - part two - part three - part four - part five
Four days of silence.
Four days of not looking each other in the eye. Of no physical touch. Of not saying a single fucking word.
You moved around each other in a shared space until you had the thought that you were probably better off avoiding each other completely for a little while.
Joe was convinced he had every right to wait for an apology before heâd speak to you again. You, however, obviously heavily disagreed.
You had just been honest.
Joe had asked for you to be honest and so, you had been, but apparently, youâd done it wrong.
It started with an evening of not speaking after an outburst. A silent night routine where you completely avoided one another. Acted like the other person wasnât even there. Youâd thought then that youâd speak in the morning. That youâd talk things out after getting some sleep, because maybe that was the problem.
You slept with your backs facing each other and dreamed of better moods in the morning.
But then the next morning, Joe had gotten up and only made one coffee.
One singular cup of coffee.
He drank it at the kitchen table, looked at you all bitterly like a disappointed parent would look at their child who was ruining their potential, and then left the empty cup there for you to grow even more annoyed at. More than you already were.
That one evening of silence had slowly turned into four days.
You bit your tongue, though. Kept quiet, because Joe did too. Stored the annoyance away. Swept it under the rug, and even though this metaphoric rug was starting to look really lumpy, you pretended you could walk over it fine still.
You then also ignored that this is precisely what the fight had been about. About you shutting up about all the little things that annoyed you. All the small things that didnât feel worth the effort to say anything about in the moment, because you didnât want to be a nag.
Things built with you.
Being bothersome was your worst nightmare, so you wouldnât say anything for ages until then suddenly, on a random afternoon, a teeny tiny drop made the bucket overflow and youâd fall apart at something so stupidly insignificant which would take everyone by surprise.
Would take Joe by surprise.
And it made sense that Joeâs first reaction to your fire would be to light his own. Youâd snap and shout, so Joeâd snap and shout right back.
âBabe, you never fucking communicate! Itâs alwaysâ Iâm always guessing with you! Just tell me when something upsets you!â
âI am!â
âYea now you are! But youâre telling me about shit I said three months ago! What do you want me to change about something I did three months ago?!â
âI donât want you to change anythingâ my God! You asked me whatâs wrong, so Iâm telling you whatâs wrong!â
It was always the same fight. And usually, youâd end up saying something so stupid to your own ears it would break the tension and make you laugh. Itâd be easy to apologise in those moments, because you knew this was on you, and the warmth coming off of Joe as heâd turn soft at your laughter would always sort of fix things.
âStop being so silly,â heâd say as heâd hug you. As heâd kiss you on the cheek until your embarrassed grimace, aimed fully at yourself, disappeared.
âGot some moaning left in there?â heâd ask, tapping the side of your head with a finger, making you giggle despite yourself. âWant to go shout into the air from the balcony? Since youâre here now, this is the time to get all of it out.â
That was how it usually went.
And he was right; you could definitely communicate better. Express feelings in the moment rather than hold on to all the negative shit for ages.
Easier said than done, but at least you were aware that you had to stop saving things for another day. Â
This time the fight had been different though. There was no eventual humour slipping through any cracks. No secret smiles hidden from each other until you stopped being able to conceal them. No apologies. Zero kind words. Just⊠anger. And silence.
Joe was waiting for you to break first. For your wrath to turn into something a little softer that he could mould into something more to his liking.
And you were waiting because Joe was waiting. Simple as that.
It didnât feel fair that every time youâd share negative feelings, Joe would end up calling you silly.
It didnât feel fair that Joe never apologised for anything.
It didnât feel fair that, just because you were quiet for a moment as you collected your thoughts, Joe spat, âSilent treatment? All right.â at you.
Four days.
Four days of Joe making a morning coffee just for himself, actively choosing to ignore, and therefore, hurt you.
Four days of his lone empty coffee cup left on the table, which you then didnât clean, because why the fuck would you, but the sight of it was eating you alive.
You spent four days witnessing petty, childish behaviour from the man who you started believing you needed some space from. A little breathing room. Just until heâd miss you enough to reach out and say sorry, you know?
You wondered if he was thinking the same.
If the silence was also letting his mind wander into those same dark corners yours was exploring.
But then, Joe broke it.
A glass of wine on that fourth night broke it.
It wasnât exactly an apology, but⊠it felt like one. You decided it was an apology.
You were sitting on the sofa, tapping away on your phone, talking to Emily about your stupid boyfriend, and she was a good friend, made fun of him effortlessly which really did a good job of making you feel better.
Then, Joe placed a glass of wine down on the coffee table in front of you.
It didnât fully register at first.
You saw the glass, but assumed it was Joeâs wine that he poured for just himself, and if you were going to want some, youâd have to go and fetch you own.
Mid-typing out a message to Emily about it, you felt Joe sit down next to you, and when you chanced a quick glance, you saw that he was holding a glass of wine himself as he got comfortable and turned on the TV.
Slowly, your phone lowered into your lap, and you stared at that glass of red wine on the table for a moment.
Without warning, your eyes welled up.
He poured that for you.
In the effort to not let Joe notice how this gesture hit you right in the gut, you held your breath until you were shaking, and then a heaving sob burst out of you.
Shit.
You shattered.
Split right down the middle, and burst into pieces with such vigour, you surprised yourself, but surprised Joe more.
He had expected you to pick up the glass and empty it in the sink, or whatever.
Four days was much longer than he thought youâd let this go on for.
His girlfriend was stubborn â he knew that. But four days? Four days was a really fucking long time. And, apparently, four days was long enough for a simple glass of red supermarket wine to make you cry.
The astonishment rendered Joe useless for a moment.
He just looked at you for a moment as you sat with your phone in your lap, head dropped down, and your face covered by both your hands.
This was really fucking embarrassing.
Your legs felt the want to escape the situation before your mind got the chance to catch up. You were up on your feet and wanted to bolt it to the bedroom when you heard Joe put his glass of wine down.
You hadnât even taken two steps before you got taken hold of by an arm. Pulled into a chest. Held firmly into place.
Going from four days of moving around each other like you didnât exist to one another, to the very sudden tightest hug youâd received in ages was a lot.
And then Joe placed a hand on the back of your neck and squeezed you gently, making you fucking bawl.
No one apologised.
No one said a word, actually.
But you took whatever that glass of wine was as enough of an olive branch to let yourself be hugged.
Be shushed quietly.
Be gently kissed and softly touched. Â
It shouldnât have counted as an apology, but youâd taken it as one, and Joe had conveniently let you.
Saturday night.
Youâre out.
Alone.
You know Emily would have come if you had asked her to, but you hadnât, because she wouldâve likely asked a bunch of questions you didnât want to answer.
âWhere are we going?â âThatâs not where we usually go...â âWhy are we going there?â
Couldnât tell her. Sheâd try her best to talk sense into you. Would try to convince you that this behaviour wasnât serving anyone in the long term.
And sheâd be right.
But you currently donât really care about the long term.
Short term is where itâs at.
Where all the fun and the excitement lives.
So youâre out. Having drinks at a bar by yourself, and you do your very best fending off any trickle of doubt at your life choices until you see him walk in.
Jackpot.
You fucking knew it.
You pretend you havenât seen him at all, of course. Continue your chat with the girl behind the bar, until suddenlyâ
âYou know youâve got the worst timing?â
Joe sneaks up on you.
His voice is low in your ear, and you do your very best to sound as surprised as you possibly can when you gasp a small breath, all innocent. You turn your head to see him over your shoulder, both his hands on your sides as he looks down at you.
âFancy seeing you here.â You say it like you truly didnât expect to run into him.
Oscar worthy.
Well. It would have been, had you not both been very aware that youâre exactly where you are for this exact reason. Wearing what you are wearing, drinking what you are drinking. Itâs more than a lucky guess that heâd be here tonight.
Joeâs predictable like that.
Men in general are easy like that.
âIâm here with a whole group.â Joeâs making excuses he already knows arenât going to stop either one of you. Â
âDo I know them?â
âNo.â Joe answers as he scans your face from the side. God, you look all⊠glossy.
âGood.â Wouldâve been a bit awkward otherwise.
âYou better hang around for a bit.â Joe gives you a face, sort of stern, and itâs so comfortable to frown at him. To act all offended. Like itâs not exactly what you want to hear.
âExcuse you, Iâmââ you start all aghast, and want to add, Iâm seeing someone, which is a lie, but you get cut off by a strong squeeze into your waist from both his hands.
âIâm not joking. Give me⊠maybe, like, an hour and Iâll come get you.â
You scrunch your nose at him and he gives a small nod, his grin spreading wide, before he turns around and finds the people he came in with.
Youâre alone. Single, and having drinks in a bar by yourself, which has every opportunity to feel a little sad, but instead you feel giddy. You predicted youâd run into him, and then you did.
Perfect.
Youâre a genius.
After last time, you kind of want Joe to think that you are seeing someone. Just to make you feel like youâve got the upper hand. Not that it matters. Youâve both made the same wrong choice in similar situations before. But, still. You just donât want him to win.
Joe joins his friends, and he throws a quick glance back to see you smile into your drink as you take a sip.
Yea. Glossy is the right word, he thinks. He could stare at you all evening.
Fuck.
A whack to his shoulder by one of his friends pulls him into a conversation and momentarily, he shifts into the evening he had planned to have.
He forgets about you for a minute, but never entirely.
Itâs like thereâs a constant little buzz in the back of his head, and he keeps wanting to look over. See what youâre doing. Who youâre talking to. Whoâs talking to you.
Joeâs in trouble.
You do things to him that he canât entirely comprehend, and that no one before or after you has ever really managed. He doesnât know what to make of that most of the time, except that the feelings heâs got for you are sort of⊠big. And scary.
Youâre still devastatingly gorgeous to him, he can objectively look at you and think, yea sheâs fucking hot, but you also manage to make him laugh. Manage to him feel heard and cared for. Manage to make him forget about all current worries life has on offer for him.
And Joe is generally, just, doomed.
Whatever he had with you had worked for a while and then suddenly it hadnât anymore. Youâd suddenly wanted out, but now⊠it feels a little like you both want to start over. Like you both want to forget about that chapter of bullshit. Pretend it never happened.
And whatâs the problem with that?
Is whatever you are doing now a problem? If it works?
If it doesnât hurt people, Joe thinks thereâs no issue.
But he knows it actually does hurt people. Itâs another truth he ignores. Tries to, at least.
Thereâs no denying the gravitation pulling the two of you closer and closer together until eventually you end up a tangled mess. Like a pair of forgotten earphones left in a coat pocket, too annoying to untie, so instead someone will pull at both ends until the earpieces reach both ears, leaving the wire tangled up even tighter as it sits under their chin.
Even though Joe appreciates the poetic beauty he can find in all of that, he knows heâs got to fucking stop hurting people all the time.
He canât help his feelings.
But he can help how he treats others.
If he is going to choose to let the general ache of a bad week be soothed by the balm of your presence, he can at least have the decency to not let others presume theyâre dating him. Because generally, thatâs always been his problem. Joeâs vague and avoidant and all about surface level fun â he never defines anything if he can help it, and he lets others think what they please.
Itâs easier that way.
For him, at least.
Itâs both a shame and a godsend that this is a part of him that you know through and through. That you see. He doesnât have to try to hide it, because he knows that itâs of no use with you.
And apparently, itâs fine, because here you fucking are, arenât you?
He remembers when he thought you were just the same, and remembers how he felt so lucky at first.
A perfect match.
Heâd learnt over time, youâre actually very much not the same. But! You had at least some of the same tendencies, and you showing up in this particular bar tonight was enough proof of it.
Joeâs in his group of friends, and theyâre all chatting and laughing, and this was meant to be a fun night out, but he might as well just leave right now. His mind is with the girl at the other end of the bar, sat on her own, smiling and chatting to whoever had the courage to strike up a conversation.
Yea.
Heâs got more problems.
Forget not wanting to define anything with anyone.
Joe also has to stop banking his entire future on the idea that you want him too.
Thereâs⊠thereâs a lot of things to ignore.
It should foreshadow that the path heâs going down isnât good. Isnât the right one. But... itâs so fun and exciting, he kind of has to know where it leads.
He sighs loudly, a frustrated grumble originating from sheer defeat, and he gives the glass heâs holding a glance. Heâll finish this, and then heâll fetch you and leave.
About fifteen minutes later, heâs got you under his arm and is leading you outside. Asks, âYours or mine?â because thereâs no need to act coy with you.
You answer, âYours.â a little too quickly for Joe not to raise an eyebrow at.
Youâre walking together, and youâre still fixing your scarf, but your steps are too determined. Too rushed for your quick answer not to hide at least some secrets.
âWhat, you got anything to hide from me?â
âNoââ
âLetâs go over to yours. Itâs closer.â he challenges without the intent to actually do so, footsteps still carrying him in the direction of his own flat.
âNo, Iââ
âOr has Jasper left all of his things strewn about?â Joe couldnât finish the question before having to twist his mouth in a bid to hide his smile.
You stop walking for just a second, and give him a dead pan stare that transitions into an eye-roll before you flatly say, âAll right, good night.â and pretend to turn around to leave.
It makes Joe throw his head back in a laugh, both his arms grabbing at you and pulling you close.
âMine, okay. Mine.â
And you fall back into step, smiling into your scarf at how you just made Joeâs laugh echo down the street.
Feels good to make Joe laugh.
Itâs quiet for a bit, just a short few seconds. Just footsteps on the ground amongst the noises of the city. Somehow, it feels like it drags on, like every second lasts a whole minute, and you canât help filling it with awkward chat. âNo,â you start. âJasperâs put all of his things where theyâre supposed to go.â And you give Joe a pointed look after.
He bites immediately.
âWhaâ I always put my things where theyâre supposed to go!â
He doesnât.
You know he doesnât.
He knows you know he doesnât.
Itâs impossible to forget all of the little things that made the rug look all lumpy. Youâd always keep things under there for ages, which gave you a lot of time to quietly lift up corners to examine all the mess.
So you snort, and he stutters through beginnings of words he never finishes to find excuses that donât exist until youâre both laughing.
Then he says, âHere. Iâll put this thing where itâs meant to go.â And you think itâs just about the cheesiest innuendo ever, but then he takes your wrist in his hand and lets his fingers intertwine with yours.
You look up at him with a pursed smile, but Joeâs already looking right ahead, making sure you donât bump into anything.
Youâre lucky itâs cold enough to blame the flush of your cheeks on the cold wind.
You hold hands all the way to Joeâs flat.
Itâs nice.
You also talk about Jasper all the way to Joeâs flat.
Thatâs less nice.
Joe asks what else Jasper does that he allegedly doesnât. If he lets you keep your heating on. If he lets you sleep closest to the door. Every question comes out with disdain, like this loser doesnât know what heâs fucking doing.
And you answer every question with lies. Paint a very pretty picture.
Jasper doesnât even fucking exist, but you like that Joe thinks youâre taken. That youâre off the market, and that he shouldnât be taking you home, but still chooses to. You think maybe he wouldnât have held your hand if he thought you werenât already spoken for.
However, it doesnât feel so nice to remember all the things that ruined your relationship with Joe. He just keeps listing a bunch of shit youâd once yelled at him for, and you donât think he fully understands how itâs bringing the mood down.
Presumably, youâre meant to think itâs funny, so you smile, but all of it sits wrong in your gut. It leaves you with a bitter taste in your mouth that uncomfortably sticks to your tongue and sours your mood a little.
The short-term fun with Joe is meant to be just that. Fun. You donât want to be reminded of all the reasons why you shouldnât be going home with him right now. If you did, youâd have taken Emily with you tonight.
You refrain from saying anything, though.
Youâre still you, after all.
You just smile and tell Joe that Jasper actually does do all the things that Joe never did, and hope it sparks enough jealousy in him to maybe do something about it.
âHmm,â Joe says when you turn the corner and his building comes into view. âJasper sounds... he sounds kind of perfect, doesnât he?â
He does.
Youâve created the image of a perfect boyfriend. One who you know youâd never actually gel with; you need someone who pushes back a little.
Problem is... Joe knows that too.
Just when the thought crosses your mind that maybe Joe knows youâre making everything up, that youâve been lying this whole time youâve been holding hands, Joe confirms your fears.
âAlmost too um... almost too good to be true, wouldnât you say?â he narrows his eyes in suspicion, a smile still playing on his lips.
âYea, well. Some people are.â you shrug, but know Joe is reading your unsteady body language just fine.
âSure, sure. Yea. I guess so.â Joe says, and then falls silent.
He knows youâre lying.
Well, fuck.
And then, he lets the silence linger.
Joe doesnât say anything as he fishes his keys from a pocket and lets you into his building. Doesnât say anything as he pushes the lift button. Just gives you a little smile, like heâs trying to hold in a chuckle, thinking secret thoughts.
It gets in your hair.
âWhat?â
âNothing, itâs... no, itâs nothing.â
Joe lets his small smile turn into a fat smirk and itâs starting to get on your nerves. The lift doors open, and you assertively step inside before Joe can give you a small ladies-first gesture.
Joe watches you press the button to his floor before he shakes his head a little and follows you in.
âWhat?â you ask again, and to that, Joe finally lets a barking laugh out.
âWhat?â he mimics, feeding off of the brooding bit of bite he can sense growing underneath your skin.
âIf youâre trying to piss me off, itâs fucking working.â
âIâm not trying to do anything.â Joe patronises, joy very much still visible in the lines on his cheeks.
He knows youâre single.
He knows thereâs no Jasper.
âHmm.â Itâs your turn to narrow eyes at him. âYea, no. Of course not. You donât have to try to piss me off, youâre right. Youâve got the skills to auto-pilot your wayââ
In a lightning-speed quick move, Joe shuts you up by suddenly getting close enough for you to stumble back against the mirrored panel or the lift. Heâs got two hands touching your sides over your coat, firm enough for you to feel them through the thick layers of fabric.
It startles you into silence, and makes you audibly swallow.
You can see from up close how Joe smugly pushes his tongue against the inside of his cheek, eyes roving over you slowly, and, fuck.
Yea.
Yea. Okay.
It shifts.
All of it is shifting.
The annoyance and slight anger transfers into something else.
Into something a little more raunchy.
You feel a sudden rush down your body from the way Joeâs eyes blaze with intention.
Joe knows you. Bit rash of you to forget.
Just before the lift stills and the doors open behind him, Joe lets his body sway forward a bit to press himself up against you entirely. It makes your breath hitch and stutter. Makes you want to grab hold of the large collar of his coat to pull him down enough so you can kiss him.
But then, in a blink of an eye, heâs gone. Pushes himself off, quickly moves away, walks out of the lift, and leaves you there to catch your breath for a second.
Fucking hell.
Oh, tonight is going to be interesting.
You donât leave the lift until the doors start closing and you have to quickly launch yourself across to get an arm in front of the sensor. Down the hall you see him disappear into his flat, leaving his door open, and you take rushing steps to follow him inside.
You donât want to waste any more time.
You want to undress right there on his doormat, despite the bitterly cold temperature youâve just stepped into.
You want find Joe, who you can hear is already opening and closing cupboards in his kitchen, and just... you donât know. Jump him, you guess.
That lift moment has made you want to devour him. Made you want to be devoured by him.
But then you close his door and step into his kitchen, and find him at the counter. Heâs got his back turned, and is super calmly pouring two glasses of wine.
No urgency.
Zero haste.
He knows what heâs just done to you. Knows the effect that likely must have had. Heâs toying with you. Fucking playing.
You drop your coat where youâre standing, right onto the floor. Toe your shoes off to make a pile. You cross your arms and grab hold of the bottom of your top, ready to pull that over your head next, but you pause to watch Joeâs shoulders move under his shirt as he carefully twists and pushes the cork back onto the bottle to seal it.
When he turns around, he leans against the counter, one hand on the edge of it, and in the other heâs holding a nice fat glass of red.
Glass.
One glass.
For a moment you just assume that thereâs another hiding behind his back, though it doesnât even fully register.
You make eye-contact as he takes a slow sip of his drink, and then you slowly pull your top off. It reveals a lacy bra youâre convinced Joe likes the look of.
And youâre right.
Joe halts, and openly stares. Mouth in his wine. Hypnotised. Frozen on the spot. Mind slowly turning to mush.
Heâs predictable like that.
Men in general are easy like that.
You take a deep breath, inflating your whole chest, and Joe groans at the sight. The glass of wine gets put back down behind him, and you donât even think he has taken real sip. Then he takes a few steps to pull a chair from his table.
He holds a hand up that means, one second, and pulls at the fabric of his trousers to give himself a bit more space before he sits down. He shifts a little, settles in, and then leans back with his legs spread wide, both hands behind his head, fingers folded and elbows sticking out.
He takes a deep breath before he gives a small nod that says, carry on.
You bite your teeth into your bottom lip as you smile, because Joe is an idiot, and you let your hands find the button to your trousers to take off next.
Then, suddenly, it lands.
Thereâs one single glass of wine on the counter.
One.
You stop your movements as you look at it and watch the red liquid inside softly swirl from when Joe put it down.
It takes a second for Joe to follow your gaze, and for him to understand what youâre looking at.
He frowns in confusion a little, looks back at you to see that youâre still staring, and then looks back again, andâ
âOh...â
Your expression has gone cold.
And Joe thinks that maybe he gets it. He isnât entirely sure, but heâs smart enough to know that the show he had just settled in for is probably going to get cancelled if he doesnât do anything.
âDid you...â
But heâs not sure what to say. Doesnât know how to finish that sentence. When you start moving, he thinks maybe he doesnât have to.
Itâs crazy how this feels like it used to feel, before.
But, itâs a little different now, because⊠thereâs nothing at stake. Thereâs no you to protect. No you two as a couple to preserve.
That stupid single glass of red wine.
You fucking hate it.
And you know itâs sick, you know that youâre not meant to enjoy this, but the feeling of rage bubbling up within you honestly feels kind of good. Itâs been a while since youâve gotten to experience full-body resentment, and have the immediate source of it right there to take it out on.
You want to feel this dark, sticky displeasure.
Feels fucking good.
Joeâs been reminding you of what a shit boyfriend he was to you, which was meant to be ha-ha funny. Joe thought enough time had passed. You had gone from no-contact to two people that bickered for a bit, and then would end up in bed together. It had happened twice already, and you had all the right ingredients to keep this going. The recipe had proven itself delicious, and Joe thought he could just... serve the same meal again.
Itâs self-destructive, you know it is, but⊠you are hungry for it too.
You take a few slow steps and walk over to look at this glass of wine more closely. Joe watches you from his seat, entirely unsure of what to do, and then, without warning, you slowly push the whole thing into the sink.
Red splashes everywhere, and the glass clatters loudly, but it doesnât break.
Next, you take the bottle into your hands. Look at the label for a moment. Pretend to read it. Itâs still pretty full.
Too bad, you think. Such a waste.
You remove the cork, turn around to look Joe directly in the eye, and then tip that over as well. The whole sink colours blood read as you drain the whole thing, and all Joe can do is watch on from his seat.
He doesnât stop you.
Doesnât say anything.
Just watches you and feels the energy of the room build.
Heâd forgotten how things always build with you.
Youâre quite the sight, face reading thunder, standing in his kitchen in your bra, breath deepening with every second that passes.
Joe hates what it does to him inside of his trousers.
When the bottle empties, wine clattering in the sink, Joe sees your face change. Something more⊠calm seemingly overcomes you. You look... pleased.
âDoes that feel justified?â Joe asks, eyes blinking at you.
âFuck you. Yes it does.â
âDo you have any idea how expensive that was?â
You donât give a shit how expensive that was, but just because you know Joe does, you want to know.
âTell me.â
Joe scans your body all the way down and then all the way back up.
âCome here.â Joe holds an arm out and reaches for you.
âShut up. Tell me.â Youâre already making your way over.
âThatâs a class A premier grand cru...â
You take Joeâs hand and let him pull you to sit on his lap. To straddle him, thighs spread wide, one leg over each one of his.
âThat was a class A premier grand cru.â the words mean nothing to you, you know fuck all about wine, but thereâs something glorious about correcting Joe.
âHmm.â Joe hums as his nose nudges yours, and he lets both hands slide up your thighs until he finds the bits he likes holding most. He uses his grip to pull you in closer and continues, âA blend of merlot, and cabernet franc...â Joeâs French accent is awful. âAn award-winning ChĂąteau AngĂ©lus from... from 2016, I think...â
Thatâs fairly recent, you think. Canât be that expensâ
âCost me over 500 quid.â
Your eyes darken.
Good.
You wouldnât pay much more than a tenner for a bottle of the same size.
âShouldâve poured me a glass.â
And itâs only then that the penny drops. That he gets it. You can see it in his eyes. The flush of memories suddenly making it to the forefront of his brain.
The silent treatment.
The coffees he didnât make you.
The wine he eventually did pour for you.
That one glass of red that temporarily had fixed everything.
Shit.
Joe grimaces. Groans. Squeezes his eyes shut. Feels like an idiot.
âShouldâve poured you aââ
You kiss Joe.
Hard.
Breathe him in, and move in enough for it to almost make the chair tip backwards. Youâve got both your arms around his neck, hips moving over Joeâs lap in a desperate grind, all needy and in search of feeling something.
Fire.
You want to feel the fire.
Momentarily, you think itâs working. That something is catching aflame. You can feel how Joe spreads his legs even wider, bucking his hips upward as he presses himself into you.
Joe is straining in his trousers, and he groans as you figure out the right rhythm to make it feel good with every hip roll, with every back and forth.
You break the kiss to let a moan escape you, head dropping back, and Joeâs mouth finds the skin of your neck to taste. His teeth graze before he kisses as you fiercely move against each other. Louder noises escape you when Joe lets a hand curl around and grab you by the back of your neck.
âYea? That feel nice?â he pants, and all you can do is bob your head in a barely there nod as you keep moving.
It does feel nice.
Feels really nice.
Not exactly fire, though. Youâre both in trousers, fabric rubbing together furiously, dry humping each other like a pair of horny teenagers who havenât passed third base yet.
So, not fire, but nice none the less.
In contrast, thereâs a lot of things Joeâs feeling, and he kind of wants you to know about all of them. Needs to speak them into the air in order to fully process whatâs happening inside of his brain.
âDid you know I um⊠I broke everything off, the next day?â Joe starts, and stops to curse under his breath. âFuck. Yea, keep going. Shit. Ah... A-after you left, I mean, remember? I had a lot of m-missed calls, so I called her back, and Iââ
You shut Joe up with a kiss.
Try to at least.
âWe couldââ Joe starts again after turning his head and pushing you aside with his nose, both hands spread wide over your thighs as he helps you move over his lap. âRemember, how we really were something?â
You squeeze your eyes shut. Try to focus on the feelings inside of your body instead of on the words you donât want to hear.
âWe could be something still.â
âN-no.â
You refuse to acknowledge what Joeâs trying to tell you, but donât stop your movements. You canât stop, head dropping back. This all feels too good.
Itâs still not fire, though.
Thereâs no stakes.
Youâre both single, and every decision you have made this evening turns out to have been inconsequential.
Itâs... itâs almost boring.
But itâs good enough.
You just need a couple more seconds, you can feel it building already.
âWe c-couldnât be somethinhgh...â you choke on your words, unable to finish the sentence.
âYes,â Joe insists, voice low and breathy, your bodies still moving in tandem. He then uses one hand takes hold of your face by your cheeks, tilting your head down so he can make eye-contact with you for a second.
âYes we could.â He sounds hopeful as his eyes search yours. âDonât you get it?â
But your eyes are glassy. They flutter and want to roll back.
Joe knows this look.
Know what this means.
And itâs not like Joe thinks his kind words will really fix anything, but, maybe they will, you know? Maybe. Heâs glad he has said them anyway, even though you look like you havenât even properly heard him.
âYou close, baby?â
He switches gears.
âYea? Come on.â He helps you move with strong arms that press you down a little more, and your arms scramble behind his back in your want to hold onto him tightly.
âThere you go.â he coos into your ear, and, itâs not fire, but you come anyway.
Joe should have poured you a glass of wine.
Shouldnât have brought up bad memories, shouldnât have tried to be funny about it, and absolutely should have simply gone and poured you a glass.
You pretend that a glass of wine wouldâve made a difference tonight.
The difference that you had hoped to find.
That wouldâve lit the fire.
Deep down you know thatâs not it, but still. The empty bottle is right there, watching you come down from your high, Joe still hard beneath you, and itâs easy to use that as the excuse.
You decide on the spot that Joeâs going to have to deal with what resides inside of his underwear by himself.
Youâre done.
Sitting up, you look him in the eye for a short moment and softly but definitively say, âShouldâve poured me a glass.â and press a small kiss to his cheek which Joe gladly accepts.
Because he knows youâre right.
âShouldâve poured you a glass.â
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Well, I managed to make it through the night. Even with all the physical pain, anxiety, catastrophizing, obsessive thoughts, panicking, sobbing, etc. I still fell asleep eventually (and without having to take more of my sleep aid than what I've been taking for the past 2 weeks). Pain is actually a little bit better today but not completely gone.
I scheduled an appointment with my doctor for June 13 but still have to make an appointment with the gastroenterologist and with the lab to test me for stomach bacteria again. I'm trying my best but this is so exhausting and there's no guarantee I'll even have any answers by the end of all this. I just wish this was all a nightmare I could wake up from and finally be okay.
#IBS#gastrointestinal issues#painsomnia#panic attack#I had a full-on breakdown last night feeling like that was it for me#the pain was terrible#and my meds were not working#next month is the 10 year anniversary of when I had to undergo an emergency surgery#so maybe I have that in the back of my mind... idk#I'm always thinking that I'm never going to be okay and that whatever health issue I have going on with me is just going to kill me#it could also be the fact I've always been surrounded by death especially in the past couple years#and I've never been able to resolve my Health Concern OCD even though that was one of the first conditions I was diagnosed with#I'm just so tired of all this#I was crying last night while thinking 'How much longer do I have to deal with this?'#I'm so full of regrets#I should have taken better care of my stomach and overall health#not to mention my mental health too#I'm just so overwhelmed always trying to balance things all on my own without any help#I guess that's part of being an adult but still...#I just can't handle anything it seems
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Danny Phantom was not used to fighting magic users. Ghosts, yes. But humans with powers? No.
So when a cult managed to successfully summon and bind him, he lacked the knowledge of how to stop them.
And they tore him apart.
His core was broken into pieces, each one then implanted into one of the most loyal cult members (or potentially sold off to another person to useâŠ) to grant them a portion of Phantomâs many powers.
However, the cult didnât entirely know what they were doing either. You see, it turns out that shattering Dannyâs core in that manner didnât truly end him. His soul still persisted, still refused to die even as it was trapped amongst the disparate shards. Though each individual piece lacked the strength of mind or power to affect their hosts, they would gradually forge themselves together anew should they ever be gathered back together.
And after Red Hood killed several of the cultâs members, that process began. Their shards, now freed, transferred to the vigilante, instinctively latching onto his proto-core. Though still not yet whole enough to form a truly conscious fragment of Danny, they are enough to start to nudge Hood in the right direction (bolstered in effectiveness by Jasonâs connection to death)
Jason can feel it deep within his soul. Thereâs something more to this cultâs powers than just normal magic, and he has a growing need to find out what that is. To stop them. To burn them all down and dig their secrets from the ashes.
#it just occurred to me that this might come off as mpreg-y and yeah i guess it kinda is but that wasnât my intention!!#dannyâs consciousness is still based on his adult state. itâs just currently broken up so each piece only has part of the story#and will coalesce into that adult state as the pieces come together#which starts to happen whenever anyone holds multiple of the shards#so like heâd start off just vaguely nudging a host but then gradually regain his memories/power and be able to talk and whatnot#and heâd be able to escape the host in his ghost form once he has enough#which could potentially be before heâs *fully* back together mentally#thus theoretically allowing him to become multiple distinct ghosts (with each being only part of his full personality)#dp x dc#dpxdc#dc x dp#dcxdp#danny phantom x dc#danny phantom x dc crossover#dp x dc prompt#dpxdc prompt#dc x dp prompt#dcxdp prompt#liminal jason todd#dpxdc jason todd#dead on main ship#or could be platonic if you prefer i guess#but body sharing and helping someone gradually heal seems homoerotic AF#especially if you add on some level of memory bleedthrough so Jason glimpses elements of Dannyâs life before they can even talk
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if escape rooms as team building exercises became popular im not sure if id be more excited or terrified
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The answer is rather long so I am using a reblog to answer to @buddleu
But their observation was so interesting that I had to write a little thing on it.
I admit Iâd never thought of looking at the Spider of Marriage for Hong Lu, but now that you mention it, along with the mention of ânaĂŻvetĂ©â in his mirror dungeon story, and after going back to review the various possible scenarios in the mirror dungeon, I find your observation very interesting, and Iâd like to add my own thoughts.
Firstly, as you say, the theme of marriage is very fitting for Hong Lu because, after all, itâs a very Jia Baoyu theme coded (and also Lin Daiyu), and the theme of a couple being tricked and exploited by those around them due to their naĂŻvetĂ© inevitably reminds me of the tragedy of Jia Baoyu and Lin Daiyu, who were lied to and manipulated to achieve something (the marriage of Jia Baoyu to Xue Baochai, which was also intended as a way to motivate Jia Baoyu to behave like an adult and a man of his status/as was expected of him).
They (the abnormality and Hong Lu) didnât choose to live this way, but they had no choice, and the flowers take advantage of their vulnerability to impose their presence and will:
« Those flowers were not planted or raised by the couple.
The petals were feeding on someoneâs naĂŻvetĂ©. »
Well, we donât know if thatâs the case for Hong Lu, but given everything we know, and to use the parallel between the two, itâs not far-fetched to say that Hong Lu is likely in a similar situation.
That was my first addition. Then, even if itâs clear that even if the abnormality represents an early commitment and the inability to leave the relationship due to the presence and expectations of others, forcing the grooms to live supporting each other and literally bleeding to fulfill the hunger of others (the flowers):
« The buds appear to be filled with someoneâs blood.
The bride and groom crawl between them.
As they scuttle around, blood seeps out of their hands and feet. »
This description is strangely fitting for Hong Lu.
Hong Lu finds himself enduring a situation even if it wounds him, all to satisfy the hunger of, I guess, his family.
Itâs even more fitting if the theme of marriage is also addressed and used in Hong Luâs Canto, echoing Jia Baoyu, who had to marry and enter this relationship because of his family.
But of course, the most interesting thing, as you said, is that the grooms suffer out of naĂŻvetĂ©; they donât know any better. They bleed, they support each other (literally) , but because they think they have no other choices; they accept their situation and see this environment as their home, even if it hurts them, and as it is said:
« When you tore out a vine, it screamed.
As much as it hurts them, itâs still their home.
Those who ruin it will be detested. »
And the flowers (their surroundings) take advantage of this; they exploit the groomsâ naĂŻvetĂ© and gullibility in accepting the presence of the flowers as they were offered as congratulations, even though itâs just hypocrisy since these flowers arenât there to celebrate and honor their union but to feed off the couple and pressure them to stay together:
« Those congratulatory flowers
may be acting as a curse now,
preventing them from leaving the nest. »
And to return to what you said:
« When you plucked a blood-soaked flower, it expressed joy. »
Since the vines are also their home, even though itâs what wounds them, trapped them and makes them bleed over the flowers, itâs their home (the spider web) where they live, which is why they get angry when someone tries to destroy their home. But if someone chooses to remove a flower, it makes the abnormality happy because itâs like removing a part of the problem, an unwanted guest from their homeâa freeloader, someone feeding off their suffering and who pressured them to stay together and trapped in this web.
They canât remove them themselves because they are there under the guise of congratulatory flowers, but if someone else does, they will be pleased because itâs one less problem, one less flower to feed/satisfy.
In short, all this to say that I completely agree with you that Hong Lu and Spider of Marriage are a very good fit, better than I thought, whether in terms of the marriage theme (arranged in a way), of enduring a painful situation to satisfy those around them, being unable to leave this situation due to this entourage that pretends to be there out of goodwill but only wants to exploit their naĂŻvetĂ©, or in terms of how both consider this environment created by their surroundings (the flowers) as their home and donât question it (maybe once again because of their naivety)
I wrote this quickly, so I hope itâs clear, and I apologize if there are any repetitions but anyway thank you for your observation!
Let's talk about why Hong Luâs left eye (his jade) is getting dimmer and what are the powers and characteristics of Jia Baoyu's jade in Dream of the Red Chamber.
Today, I would like to discuss Danteâs mysterious phrase about Hong Lu, taking the opportunity to explore the jade of Jia Baoyu in more detail, especially its powers and the influence it exerts over Jia Baoyu. Here is the structure of the discussion:
Does the light of Hong Lu symbolize his break from his false reality?
Does the light of Hong Lu symbolize the end of his journey and his will to "live"?
The appearance of Jia Baoyu's jade and its powers + their loss and how they are regained
Its connection with Jia Baoyu
Brief conclusion
Does the light of Hong Lu symbolize his break from his false reality?
In Canto VII, a phrase from Dante naturally captured the attention of all Hong Lu theorists. Dante observes the following thing about Hong Luâs eye:
"I noticed that the light in Hong Lu's left eye was growing dimmer, like light fading away as it sinks into the depths of the dark watersâŠ"
But what does this mean? To answer that, we must first determine what this light signifies before interpreting its disappearance. For that, we need to consider the dialogue preceding Danteâs remarkâthe words of Hong Lu himself when he speaks about the sparkling in Don Quixoteâs eyes:
"Isn't Don Quixote the most lucid one out of all of us?" "Her eyes, Dante. Always twinkling like two bright stars. They're so fascinating."
To Hong Lu, the glow in the eyes seems to be linked to clarity of mind and awareness. To him, Don Quixote is the most lucid of all because her eyes twinkle like two bright stars. Yet we know this is inaccurate, as Don Quixote is immersed in the illusion she created by erasing her memory at this point. So, itâs reasonable to suspect that Hong Lu's interpretation might be flawed.
This is also consistent with what we know about Hong Lu. Despite his frequent insightful observations and quick understanding of reality, his judgment can sometimes be clouded by his upbringing. After all, one of the first things we learn about him is that his view of the world and his interpretations can be distorted by his sheltered life.
Are we, therefore, dealing with a case where Hong Luâs upbringing prevents him from perceiving the truth?
Don Quixoteâs reality is an illusion, much like Hong Luâs appears to be. But because he sees his form of reality reflected in Don Quixoteâs, he can only conclude that Don Quixoteâs twinkling eyes are an expression of clarity when it might actually be the opposite. This could foreshadow Hong Luâs arc of breaking away from his past, family, and conditioning, realizing that what he associates with reality might be a lie, simply because he didnât know any better.
After all, Dulcinea connects the term "naive" with Don Quixoteâs twinkling eyes, (and "naive" is the adjective used for Hong Lu):
"I almost prefer that naive look from earlier. I still hated your eyes, twinkling or not, butâŠ"
To clarify what ânaiveâ implies, I like relying on The Walking Dead 4âs definition: Naive means you think a certain way because you donât know the way it really is.
I find this perfectly matches how naivety is understood in the world of Limbus Company, even if we cannot be certain of that. But if we accept that this definition applies to ânaiveâ in Project moonâs world, then being naive implies both innocenceâalmost childlikeâand living in a lie or denial of reality.
Additionally, the emphasis on the sparkles might support the theory of the moonstone, or that Hong Lu is connected to the abnormality Yang, as it involves disregarding reality (to avoid mental breakdown). But we are not here to talk about that.
Thus, if Hong Lu is mistaken, and the twinkling represents disillusionment and denial of reality, then the more Hong Lu's eye sparkles, the more heâs immersed in illusion, a false sense of truth.
So, the first reason Hong Luâs eye is dimming could be that heâs beginning to realize his reality wasnât true, symbolizing the start of his awakening. After all, even Vergilius reacted with « âŠÂ » to Hong Luâs remark so it could mean that he knows that Hong Lu is in the wrong.
So, if the glow represents the jade influences on Hong Luâs mental state and perception of reality, then the dimming of his jadeâs light might signify that heâs starting to break free from this mental crutch. However this is not what I believe inâŠ
Does the light of Hong Lu symbolize the end of his journey and his will to "live"?
What bothers me is that Dante describes the dimming of Hong Luâs eye light in a rather pessimistic, almost fatalistic way, as though Hong Lu is fading along with his jade's light, loosing himself:
"I noticed that the light in Hong Lu's left eye was growing dimmer, like light fading away as it sinks into the depths of the dark watersâŠ"
So, if this dimming light is a symbol of breaking free from an illusion why does Dante describe this so negatively with an emphasis on the idea of loosing Hong Lu? Maybe because, it is indeed a bad omen.
According to what Dulcinea says, Don Quixote's eyes were empty of light before when she was Sancho, this absence of twinkling at the time seems to be linked to the fact that Don Quixote/Sancho does not really believe in life and has already suffered too much from the latter. Dad Quixote then offers her a new life and hopes to bring those stars into her eyes by giving her a new family and then inviting her to participate in her adventures with him.
If we follow this analysis, then the light in Hong Luâs eye equals his will to live and optimism about the future. So if this light is fading, does that mean Hong Lu is beginning to lose the will to live?
Well, yes, I think so... but in a very specific way.
Hear me out, Hong Luâs eye is dimming because heâs aware his journey is nearing its end, that 7 of the 12 sinners have already regained their golden boughs, and that he may be the next:
Hong Luâs day is ending, and it is reflected in his eye. I would even go so far as to say Hong Lu, in some way (without being aware of it), equates his return home with the end of his life (this life of new experiences and in the City, and this life with freedom).
So, this take is much more of a speculation than the last one, but if we stick with the idea that twinkling = will to live (forward) then Hong Lu started his journey in a new world with a bright eye with expectations and a desire to live new experiences, but he knows that one day he will have to return home, he knows that his journey will end one day and therefore it is normal that the closer Hong Lu gets to his golden bough moment the more the light of his eye fades, since this will be the end of his "new experiences".
Which could also echo Hong Lu's suicidal tendencies.
But then, why does Hong Luâs eye produce sparks during Bloodfiend Hunter, Liu Story, and Yurodivy Story?
And it is now, that I would like to propose something. What if we separated the glow of Hong Luâs eye and the sparks it produces: What if these two manifestations relate to different things? If Hong Luâs glow reflects his mental state, then perhaps the sparks represent an effect of his jadeâs power.
This leads me to discuss Jia Baoyuâs jade, both to support this analysis and to share information about the stone and its powers for those who might not have time to read the novel.
The appearance of Jia Baoyu's jade and its powers + their loss and how they are regained
In Chapter 8, Jia Baoyuâs jade is described as follows:
The size of a sparrow egg (about 22.5 mm)
Shining like a bright coppery cloud
Smooth and lustrous like marbled cream.
On the jadeâs face is inscribed:
"Precious Gem of Spiritual Perception (also called Precious Jade of Spiritual Understanding). If thou wilt lose me not and never forget me, Eternal life and constant luck will be with thee!"
This means the stone is a talisman of protection and happiness. If Baoyu (or whoever holds it) keeps it close and never forgets it, they will be blessed with a long, prosperous life.
The reverse side reads:
"To exorcize evil spirits and the accessory visitations; to cure predestined sickness; to prognosticate weal and woe."
This inscription highlights the jadeâs protective power: it can ward off evil, cure illness, and predict fortune or disaster. It is both a magical and prophetic object.
This ability is confirmed again in chapter 25 when a Taoist priest says:
âIn your family, you have readily at hand a precious thing, the like of which is rare to find in the world. It possesses the virtue of alleviating the ailment, so why need you inquire about remedies?â
It is then revealed that it appears that the jade has lost some of its powers due to the dissipated life Baoyu has led; it has been polluted by music, lust, the pursuit of wealth, and other worldly distractions.
The monk then fix the jade and recites a poem reflecting the spiritual journey of the jade, as well as Baoyu's. In it, we are told:
The jade was once bound neither by heaven nor earth, existing in a state of spiritual purity undisturbed by human emotions (joy or sorrow).
However, upon entering the human world, it was exposed to disturbances. The jade is now tarnished by material elements ("the traces of powder and rouge stains"), symbolizing the carnal pleasures and temptations to which Baoyu has succumbed.
Finally, the monk predicts that, although the jade is currently trapped ("caged like a duck"), it will awaken from its "slumber," and once it fulfills its destiny, it will be freed.
[Little paranthesis]
I find the sentence used by the mond really interesting : "House bars both day and night encage thee like a duck" because it is really fitting for (yes Jia Baoyu but also) Hong's Lu's situation, especially with the use of the word "house".
[End of the little paranthesis]
Its connection with Jia Baoyu
The jade and Baoyu are interconnected and can be seen as one and the same, with each influencing the other. For instance, Baoyu's mood and emotions affect the appearance of the jade (its brightness), and the presence of the jade impacts Jia Baoyu's mental state (its absence renders him completely witless/foolish).
At one point in the novel, Jia Baoyu's jade shines particularly brightly when he believes he will marry Lin Daiyu (when he will actually marry Xue Baochai). This strong light seems to be triggered by Jia Baoyu aligning with his spiritual destiny.
All of this to say that even in the novel the glow of Jia Baoyuâs jade can mean several things at the time.
Brief conclusion
Returning to Hong Lu, I wonder if Project Moon has separated the manifestation of the jade's powers from the expression of its alignment with Hong Luâs mental state: therefore, when there are small sparks, it indicates that his jadeâs powers are manifesting, while the varying intensity of light would reflect a part of his mental state.
It would suggest that Hong Lu, as an individual, is gradually disappearing, maybe renouncing to his will, becoming a puppet entirely under his family's control. Indeed, when Jia Baoyu loses his jade and becomes completely foolish, his behavior shows that he is controllable and malleable; he is so witless that he cannot act independently and only repeats what he is told.
However, I canât complete this analysis without mentioning that Jia Baoyuâs jade also loses its shine due to worldly influences, like music, lust, the pursuit of wealth, and other earthly distractions. So, does the cityâs dark and horrific environment tarnish Hong Lu's jade?
Well, the issue is that, although the city is an apocalyptic world grounded in reality, it canât truly be described as an environment where Hong Lu experiences lust or wealth, the false pleasures of life; which are what tarnish the jade in DOTRC.
On the contrary, he lives more of a life that Jia Baoyu begins to envy at one point in the novel because it is a life free from the obligations and facades imposed on him by his family. Therefore, what he is currently experiencing should not affect the brightness of his eye.
So, after all this blabla, I think that Hong Luâs eye is gradually getting dimmer as the end of Hong Lu's journey approaches, which signifies the end of his new experiences and his return to a life of wealth but also to a life with his family and to how things used to be.
We could see this light fading away as an hourglass where the sand is slowly falling down but little by little there will be no more remaining sand at the top.
I fear that when this happens, by going back home, Hong Lu will lose all individuality and will, becoming docile and obedient as he seems to have always been at home. And he is accepting this and it is because he is accepting this that his eye is getting dimmer, it is reflecting Hong Luâs decline.
I think that during Hong Luâs Canto, one of the biggest challenges will not only be to retrieve the golden bough but also to convince Hong Lu to leave with us. Itâs almost certain that when we reach his home, Hong Lu wonât be able to leave with us because, his family wonât allow it, and above all, he wonât want to either because heâll convince himself that he can't and that his little trip is over.
Iâd like to finish by saying that Hong Luâs Rose Hunter EGO Corrosion could really be linked to this because we can see that Hong Lu in his corrosion has a hangmanâs like rope around his neck, formed by his horseâs reins.
Even if I want to analyse Hong Luâs EGOs in another post I will just say that for me it is the symbol that Hong Lu is dependent of his (determined) fate and the will of the narrative (his family) even if it has to equal to his death (literally or figuratively or mentally we donât know). I think it also means that even if Hong Lu believe being in control of his actions and decisions, in reality he is just following the lead of « his horse », the one conducting him, deciding where he is going â and so I think following his familyâs wishes.
VoilĂ , thank you for reading!
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2023 reads //Â twitter thread
To Shape A Dragonâs Breath
YA fantasy
a young Indigenous girl finds & bonds with a dragon hatchling - the first time in many generations for her people - and is required to go to the coloniserâs dragon academy in their mainland city, to learn how to raise her dragon and the science of its magic
historical inspired setting on the cusp of industrial revolution with steampunk vibes
bi polyamorous MC, Black lesbian SC, nonverbal autistic SC
#To Shape A Dragonâs Breath#aroaessidhe 2023 reads#this is really really good i loved it!#the chapter titles are all like snippets of a story. or like sentence fragments that match up. which is cool#it is definitely more about being indigenous in a coloniser institution than Dragon School - not Super dragon heavy if you want that#I suspect the subsequent books will get into that when she gets big enough to ride and stuff#tâs also def YA! iâve seen a few ppl assume itâs adult and be like its very young :( but like. I mean its perfectly reasonable for a 15yo m#definitely a Lot of racism and colonialism which is not fun to read! though it's still through a YA lens. there was def a part of me that#was imagining consequences of the narrative as if it were an adult novel#on that line of thought - at the end a lot of it is kind of solved by them going to the king and he's is like. oh no racism is happening?#that's bad i'll deal with those people! which felt like. a little simplistic. but maybe the easiest way to end the narrative for book 1 -#I don't think the author ACTUALLY is going to portray the king as a Good Guy throughout the series - it just felt conveniently like -#a simple YA solution to some very big and complex elements? if that makes sense? (but again - it is YA so it's allowed I suppose!)#some of the worldbuilding (like all the science learning) is probably setup for next books - we donât really see any practical application#the romances are also subtle and not Overbearing In Book One which i like - leave some space for the series!#also her getting fanmail from a 10yo mixed race girl who looks up to her đ„ș#anyway. i really loved it!#oh also it reminded me a little of leviathan. i guess just the steampunk/time period/european culture....#To Shape A Dragon's Breath
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Some mild existential dread in the house today
#im just feeling reeeeally really drained#works taking a LOT out of me#like. it feels less intense day to day? or maybe im reacting less? but its still very much piling up#and im just feeling very...idk. like im still waiting for permission to live my life#except now the permission osnt coming from any one person its. having the money to docit#and the time and the energy#and i guess thats just what adult life is? waiting#and hoping#and along the way losing sight of what i even wanted in the first place because im so *tired*#idk. i definitely need a project of some kind but im struggling to settle on something and then organise it#i have stuff to do today anyway. alfie had a lil bit of emergency cash saved so i need to go shopping#and i need to tidy the kitchen and do some dishes#and have a bath and shave at some point#i also want to draw but again. struggling ti pick something and idk if ill have the executive function spare#AND i want to try and be more social and talk to folks but thats its own kind of difficult#part of me would like a disc server that just has all of my friends in it bc i find it easier to dip in and out of conversarions#but i imagine that would be weird for folks who dont know each other#idk. lot goin through my mind when all i really want is sleep#which also hasnt been...greeeeat lately#mainly because Alfie wakes me up in the mornings bc they dont like being alone but also have a very different sleep schedule to me#and can take multiple smaller naps over a day whereas i really need a solid 8 or so hours or i just. dont fully switch on#but theyre also struggling atm (mentally and also they got an injury at work AND seperately broke their foot ffs)#so they need me more and its just#this never ending cycle of SOMETHING needs my attention#and its fucking exhausting asfghfkd#but!!! we keep goin!!!!! been applying for a bunch of jobs and havent heard anything positive yet but. we keep tryin huh
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They are, in fact, each other's first friends at the academy. Only friends, really. Because guess what, Houhua? You are not the only adult trapped in a child's body! Well, you're the only genuine article, but Itachi's a genuine replica! In that, he is also way too mature and does not know how to act like a child while still being influenced by his child prison and is therefore off putting to the rest of the child population.
I totally get Houhua not noticing Itachi's puppy crush at all, that's super fun, but I am so attached to Houhua being fully aware of the crush. Like he knows this small child has THE biggest puppy crush on him, and the part that goes straight over his head is that he is not, in fact, an adult (and therefore romantically unattainable to a small child) human male that a small child has a puppy crush on. He is actually a small child that another small child has a puppy crush on. Meaning, he is not, in fact, unattainable at all. He is VERY attainable, actually, and he should start working about that- but oh no, Houhua has his airpods in! He can't hear the Itachi's Eternal Devotion bus coming! It's gonna hit him!
Itachi is so confused, a little scared, kinda betrayed- but also, does he have any right to feel that way? When he's killed (almost) their entire clan? Does he have any right to feel betrayed about Houhua hiding his abilities from him when he would have used that exact knowledge to dispose of him? Should he not be grateful that Houhua didn't trust him because he doesn't deserve to be trusted because this way Houhua is alive?
Also, I need you to have this mental image as well- Itachi and Kisame on their Akatsuki missions, and in the middle of the night, Itachi will just be in the corner. Just. On his knees, in the corner, forehead to the wall. Just mentally repenting. Because fuck Houhua has only gotten more beautiful as time went on.
Itachi tried to kill him. Tried to ruin what they had. Tried to end it. And Houhua stopped him. Hoyhua didn't let him. And fuck, that's a mystery and Itachi feels so many things about it but one thing he definitely feels about it is- fuck, it was so hot. Like looking back on it, if Itachi does not remind himself that HE KILLED HIS ENTIRE FAMILY THE SAME NIGHT, thinking about how Huohua got away would get him so hard, so fast.
Like, imagine being Itachi. You've done this horrible thing, forced into a position where it was the only option you thought possible, and then you went through with it, even though you didn't want to- and then someone stopped you. Showed you it maybe wasn't the only way. Imagine the fear you'd feel about the fact that you were able to be convinced to kill the people you love, but then the utter relief that comes with the knowledge that there is someone out there that can keep you in check? Yes, Houhua didn't win against Itachi, but Itachi is about as mentally ill as they come. He failed in his mission to kill Houhua, which means Houhua won, which means Houhua, in a way, is stronger than Itachi, at least in his mind, and that means Houhua can stop him. If Itachi does something wrong, if he chooses wrong, Houhua can and will correct him.
Because Itachi might have been the clan heir, but he is such a follower. He follows orders, and he does not give them. He hates having that responsibility, that amount of power. He doesn't trust himself with it- look at what happened the last time he made a decision! Yeah, that decision was strongly influenced by Danzo, but Itachi doesn't give a crap, he has some severe survivors guilt/just actual guilt to deal with.
He hates having to make big decisions because he doesn't trust himself to make the right choice, and now Houhua is here to hold his leash. And that is frankly the hottest thing to ever happen.
Is this a healthy way to live? No. Is it about as healthy as you're gonna get in the military focused dystopia that is Naruto? Yeah, kinda. And again, doesn't really matter that Houhua didn't really win and can't actually fight off Itachi, he won in Itachi's mind, and that's enough for Itachi's monkey follower brain to be like, "welp, guess we listen to him no matter what now."
Also, I feel like I'm making out to be way worse than it would be. This is basically just- Itachi is just really into being told what to do and would like to not be in charge. Houhua would like to have literally any control over his life. And well, I'm just saying, he would have a lot of control over a lot of stuff if the Uchiha heir/Uchiha heir's brother was gladly at his beck and call...
And last but not least, Jun. Oh, Jun, Jun, Jun... the answer is simple! Houhua has two hands. Thruple. (Because you can pry Houhua/Itachi from my fucking cold dead hands.)
Also, I get what you mean with Itachi having control freak energy, but to me, at least, his control freak energy is very much "oh god, idk what I'm doing and I do not want to be here or be in charge, BUT I AM, SO I GUESS I NEED TO JUST KEEP TRACK OF EVERYTHING EVERYWHERE AT ALL TIMES BC IDK HOW ELSE TO DEAL WITH THIS HELP". His need for control comes from a place of complete panic and a distrust in his own ability to evaluate a situation, and if literally anyone else could take the wheel, he would be eternally grateful. But also, only someone with his undying trust and loyalty could ever be trusted with the wheel and he will bite anyone else that tries.
Basically, I feel like if he was eternally devoted to Houhua, and Houhua told him, nah, I knew about this, it's cool, Itachi would immediately go boneless with relaxation and just zoink out of the conversation. Trusted person has said everything is fine, so literally cannot comprehend a world where everything isn't fine.
Itachi is such a messed up little traumatized freak (affectionate). He has so many issues about control and making important decisions and following orders and trust and just anything to do with his own bodily autonomy. And really, most high-ranking/strong ninjas in this dystopia militaristic dictatorship are gonna have some complicated emotions about that stuff.
Anyway, Jun and Itachi can totally be cat fighting before Houhua comes along to set everything straight, tho. Let them fight over best boy, until best boy comes along and drags them both away by the scruff.
Can you tell I'm trying so fucking hard to manipulate Houhua/Itachi into working out? Because I am trying so hard to make them work out, and I want said hard work to be acknowledged.
That's all, though. It's 2 a.m., so I'm blaming anything that doesn't make sense, all spelling mistakes, and anything embarrassing on that. Because it's 2 a.m. and I'm tired. But still, take all of what I've said super seriously, and please join me in the newly formed Houhua/Itachi camp that I just erected.
(BTW, I have never read/seen svsss, nor read any of the fanfiction. I am purely running on my love of Naruto and context clues. Just so like you understand why Jun was mentioned dos briefly (I do not know who he is).)
Also also also also. Sasuke is going to stab everyone. With everyone being just his brother and his brother's loser friend. He is going to stab them for all the reasons. For killing his entire family, for apparently being forced into doing that, for faLLING IN LOVE WITH A MASS KIN SLAYER BEFORE SAID KIN SLAYING TURNED OUT TO BE FORCED. WHAT THE FUCK, HOUHUA-NII?
So I vaguely remember Huohua was supposed to be the girl Itachi had a crush on? Or maybe I'm mixing him up with someone else. Either way, I think Huohua should, in fact, be Itachi's gay awakening at like 7 years old, and that's how Itachi-nii gets his loser friend.
And he does this by being the way bigger loser because he follows Huohua around like a lost duck and just... helps him with stuff. He tries to buy him dango (Itacgi's favorite treat), and then when that doesn't work, he buys him tomatoes (Sasuke's favorite treat), and when that doesn't work, he does not ask what Huohua likes, instead he stalks him and tries to figure it out on his own. Which would be super creepy as an adult, but the kid is like 8, so it's just kinda cute. A little scary because he does actually have sneaking skills, but mostly cute because he takes notes on everything Huohua buys, but the notes are like "bought milk. Give him a cow?!?! Picked flower. Buy him flower garden!?!?"in crayon with little doodle hearts on the edges of the pages. Huohua, of course, sees him as a child who has a puppy crush and doesn't quite have the heart to tell him off, and so is just waiting for said puppy crush to die off on it's own.
And then the massacre happens.
And it doesn't make any sense!
Itachi was such a sweet kid. His favorite moves were all non-lethal take downs, he would always offer Huohua his last dango ball even though dango was his favorite, he would help small kids walk home or hunt down a KPF officer to help them if they were lost. He hated killing, Huohua once saw him cry because he found a very small snake and it didn't have any legs, because it was a snake, but that was apparently a tragedy because it "couldn't run and be free".
So Huohua has a lots of mixed emotions, a lot of suspicions from being an author himself, and a lot of... not quite pining, but he misses Itachi's puppy love gestures, as selfish as that feels. Misses being offered dango he didn't want, misses having a shadow that took meticulous yet adorably stupid notes in him, misses seeing him kneel down next to a child half their size and seeing someone far too young act so old and responsible.
And then.
And then they meet again.
And fuck, Itachi's gotten kinda hot.
Look, the kid was- well, a kid. So all his actions were of an adorable kid who didn't know the person he had a crush on was actually unattainable. But now - because Itachi still has that puppy crush that is starting to look less like a crush and something more like eternally burning love unique to the Uchiha - but now. Now Itachi is a fully grown man and he's kinda fucking hot.
He has wrinkles! Huohua is hundreds of years old, okay? Wrinkles are kinda hot to him. And he's- not nice, currently, what with being a missing-nin, but there are traces of his childhood friend Itachi in there still. He uses those non-lethal take downs he used to practice non-stop, he still tucks his chin into his chest when he tries to meet Huohua's eyes, he still-
He still looks at Huohua like he hung the moon and like Itachi torn it down against his own will.
And then he coughs blood and leaves.
Just leaves. Just like that. Shows off what is clearly supposed to be the illness that kills him, leaving Sasuke unsatisfied in his revenge and setting him down the road of villainy, sends one last look of utter longing at Huohua, and then he just fucking leaves.
Fuck that. Fuck this. Fuck the system, fuck the story, fuck it all.
Huohua is bringing Itachi home and he's going to cure him and make him eat dango and then Itachi is going to offer Huohua the last dango ball and Huohua is going to accept it for the first time because it's no longer stealing candy from a child, it's sharing a treat with someone he-
Someone he-
Someone he loves.
IM YELLING !!! I WAS LITERALLY JUST THINKING AB HOW ITACHI IS TEXTBOOK SHANG QUINGHUA'S TYPE TOO, HOUHUA IS SO FUCKED
You're right ! Houhua reincarnated as Izumi, who was supposed to be Itachi's love interest as a kid (before he went and fucking killed her along with everyone else, rip)
He does NOT know he is supposed to be a love interest (probably for the best tbh, I feel like it'd be easy for him to get weird and ethical about it if he had to think ab the implications of Itachi possibly being "forced" to like him due only to his character role) so any crush directed towards him will be a fucking surprise attack
Poor Houhua <3
I'm crying at tiny baby stalker Itachi, I think they should get to he eachothers first school friends. I think Houhua didn't have many friends as a kid. His natural Houhua-ness was cranked up a bit when he was younger due to just kid hormones and kid-wired mind fucking with his emotions and reactions even more than they might have as an adult. + as adult man trapped in a child's body, he does not how to convincingly act like a normal kid and this lead to him being labeled as a total weirdo by both his peers and some adults
Houhua himself never really cared, so what if he isnt invited to some 6 year olds birthday party! Hes a grown man! But every once in a while he'll get kinda melancholy about itâ again, I think he's heavily affected by the physical state his little kid brain is at that age, so his reactions can be a bit,, different than he may have reacted when older
But like. Outcast weirdo Houhua and untouchable, unsociable clan heir Itachi ,, they are friends and no one really talks to either of them
(Once he gets older, I think Houhua gets to work at trying to network w people. He,, doesn't really ever make any friends, but who needs friends? Not him! He has a network of acquaintances who owe him a whole lot of things and favors, and that's better than any friendship, yknow!)
Also they're both the most mature in their age bracket and I think that might help Itachi identify with him a bit more
ANYWAYS
Itachi develops a sudden interest in learning how to make handpulled noodles bc he hears Houhua complaining about craving some,,
Houhua straight up does NOT notice his crush, it just isn't smthn he's capable of registering at the time bc in his eyes Itachi's a kid. Also bc Itachi is his only friend, he's seeing all his little kind acts and going "omg,, my bro is so sweet,, the bonds of friendship are so nice,,"
I think Houhua absoloutley has a thing for just being treated well and having him and his work be visibly valued, I think he gets incredibly touched by acts like that and Itachi treating him in any sort of special way is absoloutley at path directly into his heart.
I also love the idea of him missing Itachi after everything, missing the things he used to do for him, missing feeling valued (although Sasuke tries his best, it's not the same)
He also just... misses his friend.
Meanwhile, Itachi, who went toe to toe with Houhua during the massacreâ ultimatley winning but only after a very surprising struggle, deals with not just the guilt of the massacre but the burning question of why and how Houhua had been lying to him about how strong he was. Lying to not just him, but to everyone.
Successfully.
Itachi himself never shares with anyone about the struggle, not to Konoha in his reports about the Akatsuki, nor to "Madara". But he lies awake at night and retraces the steps of their fight and he burns
There's suddenly this really complicated issue in his heart of likeâ he can no longer turn Houhua into this perfect martyr to feel guilty over like he can with Sasuke. (Though he still of course feels weighed down by the guilt of all he's done) because there's tangible proof that Houhua was not everything Itachi thought. There's layers now, there's a mystery, Itachi is no longer completely in the driving seat of the fucking car crash in progress that is their story like he is with Sasuke's.
Where as in the original canon, Izumi joins the faces of those Itachi killed, as a girl he can claim to have killed gentler than the others, a memory of this perfect, innocent girl Itachi betrayed, another tally on his list of crimesâ
Houhua leaves Itachi, bogged down with guilt but also reeling with "what the fuck was that"
(A silent notification appears in Houhua's inbox, congratulating him on changing the narrative in such a creative way)
I think Itachi may have been able to tear himself away from his affection for Houhua (and allow his affection for Sasuke to win out overall) if only Houhua hadn't left him with such a powerful mystery to weigh him down
Good going Houhua!! Ur so good at this narrative thing <3
ANYWAYS THEIR REUNION HAPPENING AND HOUHUA GOING "oh no he's HOT" HAS ME IN STITCHES THO I NEED THAT ACTUALLY. THATS CANON NOW.
Also the detail of Houhua finding his wrinkles attractive is actually really cute, I love that!!
Sasuke will genuinley lose his fucking MIND if he catches even a hint of Houhua being attracted to Itachi, and not in a funny way. Houhua look him in the eyes. Look him in the eyes and tell him you find his big brother who tortured him and murdered their entire family hot. Say it to his face.
No but I think Houhua has major suspicions ab Itachi and at some point he'll have to share them with Sasuke. He literally has no reason not to and comes to be very fond of the kid, so. The only question is whenâ both when does he tell Sasuke and when does he really gain enough meat to his theory of "something isn't right here" ab the massacre to really start piecing together any sort of coherent thought other than suspicion
I hate u actually bc I'm suddenly SO sold on a Houhua and Itachi romance of some kind, this is so compelling and interesting to me. But also Mobei Jun is wandering around somewhere as Jun and Houhua is going to run into him eventually and have to face his own relationship drama
Itachi pulling his fucking hair out out of confusion when Houhua manifests his mangekyou for this fucking random Kiri missing nin he literally only JUST met
(I don't think Itachi likes being left in the dark when it comes to things he cares ab very much, definite control freak energy. Houhua is driving him insane)
I think that Itachi and Jun may have gotten along actually, but Itachi catches wind of Houhua having a seemingly giant fucking crush on him and is suddenly filled with inexplicable rage, actually
Let them have actually worked together previously or smthn, that'd be funny. They worked together a couple times and had a good rapportâ maybe akatsuki actually wants or wanted to recruit him? That could actually be kinda fun
Oh fuck that could also totally parallel svsss bc there's no way that Jun would want to join them, busy with his own shit of wanting to take over Kiri. But just like with Deidara, they can strong arm him into joining under threat of death just like Bingghe did to MBJ !!
I love parallels
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when the piece of media gets purposefully sabotaged and/or cancelled for literally no reason and a shitty animated/live action show gets renewed for itâs 10th season
#plant talk#this is abt rottmnt this is about inside job this is about infinity train this is about toh etc etc#AND FOR GAMES ITS BEING FORCED TO CRUNCH AND SWITCH GENRES MID DEVELOPMENT#either all executives of animation/show/gamedev companies need to ACTUALLY BE PART OF THE UNDSUTRY#or there NEEDS to be a way for shows and games to be made independently#they're never given enough time or its purposefully made to be watched#or they just. IGNORE PEOPLE TALKING ABOUT THE SHOW#BEAUSE APPARENTLY ANIMATION IS ONLY FOR KIDS NOT TEENS AND ADULTS I GUESS#OR DEAD ARTIST's WISHES BEING IGNORED FOR CEOS TO MAKE MROE MONEY#or how execs basically hold creators at gunpoint and force them to make another sequal even if they dont want to because if they quit they#will purposefully bastardize their creation (this is moreso for games than shows but STILL)
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I finally got my roku to work... through my phone đ
apparently my backup remote wont work with the one I have so I'll still need to find my stupid real remote... but for now I can watch tv again! Yay
#i wanted to watch cold case but they gave me the equalizer and i dont know that one so im watching mockingjay part 1#i was gonna say idr if i saw it in theaters but i tememebr the dam breaking so i must have bc i remember being like YEAAAAAH and it#as in theaters so i guess i saw catching fire and part 1 with my former best friend and then part 2 with my then boyfriend (which was like#a DREAM for me agsgdgdgd i was like my favorite series and a boyfriend?? AND WE'RE AT THE MOVIES?!?' whdgdggdgdgdgd#but i dont remember like most of this movie im gonna be honest and it hits different watching it/thinking ah the series as an adult#also i finally realized why i didnt like prim til like i reread the books later in life it's that the actress looks so much more mature than#prim in the books like she looks more like she couldve taken care of herself in the games where in the books shes like rue in that she's so#small and still just a baby and that makes Katniss's actions much more touching in the book but watching the movies its like they look like#the same age almost not like 'thats my baby sister i have to save her shes MY baby too' like that visible relationship if that makes sense?#and in the movies they look like theyre both older so it's less believable to me? i mean the actress is talented dont get me wrong im just#saying i still have beef with the casting choices for some characters#anyway anyways finiiiiiick my booooooy! my maaaan! thats my maaan! i still love him sgdhdgdgdgdgd i got in FIGHTS over him lmaooo#not over who gets him but bc my friends didnt like him as much and i would get so mad lmaooo i miss those days that was funny#my poor dad listening to the same 'fight' over and over every time he drove us to hangouts agsgdgdgdggd he was like oh god not again please#ANYWAYS i wanna reread the books now for the gazillionth time sdggdgdgd#marquilla
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nglll i think i may be a bit on and off with the kirby rewatch. sorta did it on a whim when im not really ready to switch hyperfixations and i wanted to watch some other stuff too. like rewatching gf and toh while also moving on to more adult shows
#i think part of my stagnation here is that i really need to get into more adult media#im actually good on books and stuff but pretty bad abt tv shows. which is what this site cares about i guess djdjdjd#fionna and cake was a breath of fresh air and even that was connected to a show meant for all ages#im not exactly going ââim too old for thisââ on my kirby rewatch but im wondering if i picked the wrong time to revisit it yknow?#coming off the heels of my pokeani rewatch. which despite its flaws i can say i had more fun revisiting and seeing how it changed#also i remember being really uncomfortable in the kirby fandom and thats sorta getting dredged up#i dont really get too deep in fandom stufff anymore but still. its left a bad taste in my mouth#echoed voice
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regardless how many times ive posted about it before i Am offended that i have a 50s housewife ass life rn and i cant even do hard drugs about it
#it gets hard to be happy for people still at my dance studio growing up into young adults there and being part of the company and stuff#when its impossible for me to get there for the same reason i cant go anywhere fucking else#much less pay for a class#i guess parents stop going out of their way for you once you 'should' be able tk drive lmfao#pussygator proclamations
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work anxiety starting before work itself hahahahaahahahahahahhhaha
#IM BAKCIJ THE FUCKIGN BUIDLIGN .AGAIN. AUSUSUXHEHWHGLHKF#im grateful i have an internship for this summer with the way the job market is like currently.#im grateful that i have the opportunity to lessen the burden on my parents shoulders. im grateful that this job can pay rent and groceries#and tuition for a few terms im grateful i get to gain experience while still in school that will hekp me in the future#IM GRATEFUL FOR ALL THIS!!!!! BUT STILL I FUCLING HATE EVERYTHJGN#i hate being unable to eat anything ir sleep at night bc all i can think about is shit i have work tomorrow i have to email this guy and#finish these tasks and impress my manager and be approachable and enthusiastic and eager to learn and not make any mistakes#and not fail anything bc im getting graded on this its alwags grades its always the fucking grades#isnt it. it was the grades that had me crying on walks home from school when i was 9 and it was grades that made me waste away 9th grade#it was grades that made me unable to stomach anything during weeks with tests and it was and is still grades that#dictate every single fucking part of my life#and even tho the ppl who used to yell at me for getting a B in math in 5th grade are no longer yelling at me for getting 60s in linear algeb#ra and stats and calculus and cs#haha.ha when ur university is famous for its.. horribly high suicdie rates#i find that the yelling comes from me now. ive replaced the adults who would sit beside me at the dinner table#yelling bc yea guess what 8 year old me didnt understand division at first#god i hate this school so much. i hate what im studying im gratefula nd am so privileged to be ahle to further my educarion and receive#all these experiences mot everyone can have but god everytime i return to the city where the school is#i feel like throwing up and sobbing and just never ipening my eyes again#haha yea. i hope i csn get a job to support myself in the future#i hope i can still have time for hobbies#why si everyone at school so good at everything#ive met more people who have passed their rcm 10 and arct exams for piano than those who havent#i have classes with people who have already published research papers with professors in the states#my classmates can breeze through a cs assignment while still playing fir varisty teams. working out everyday. goijg ti parties.#eating and cooking balsnced meals each week. having a social life..the whole combo#meanwhile i get overwhelmed because i have to respond to an email and finish an assignment in one day#how do i become like them#why was this about work anxiety at first and why is it about the eternal imposter syndrome and lack of self confidence#i just want money man... i dont give a shit about snything anymore
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I am both very excited and also very terrified to see The 1975 tomorrow đł
#allylikethecat#ally's thoughts#i've literally been trying to see them since i was 18 and it never worked#i just i am so excited#but im also really nervous because some of the fans on twitter seem really aggressive and territorial#should i have not bought pit tickets because I cant get there until around noon because like adult with responsibilities#i really hope that i can still get an ok spot in the crowd#and that people are nice idk#everyone on tumblr for the most part has been super nice#but i made the mistake of checking out twitter#and people there seem scary#woot woot gotta love anxiety#im so excited to see peanut with my own eyeballs though#i guess if anyone gives me shit imma be like ummm were you a fan when they used to send out promotional twitter dms#in like 2015/2016#because i still have all of them in the twitter account that i look at twice a year#except not really because thats mean and it doesnt matter how long someone has been a fan#as long as they like the thing and the thing makes them happy#ugh yay for being weird and overthinking shit#keep it kind#sorry for anyone that actually reads this#im basically talking to myself#but also if anyone has any advice for not getting eaten by the crowd#i am all ears
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âbut i fear that they already got all the best parts of meâ goes so hard
#if only this song came out like 6 years ago lol#iâm also nearing the end of season 2 of my free! rewatch and gosh haruâs conflict hits closer to home than ever#and idk if iâm just getting more emotional lately but makoto and haruâs fight in ep 11 deadass made me tear up#when will i stop relating to teenagers real or fictional lmao#part of me wishes i was still a teenager just because being a teenager would explain my sense of purposelessness in everything i do#like taking things one day at a time with a blurry future on a road leading to nowhere#but others having high expectations from you and being sad seeing you so lost#but you just donât want to let go of what you have now#you donât want to box your passions in what other people want from you#and going back to the lyrics of the song#you feel like thereâs not much you can offer anymore âcause you were a âgiftedâ kid and now youâre just an ordinary person#whose gone complacent to the disappointment of everyone who wants to see you succeed but you feel you donât have it in you#so again youâre just floating through life trying to enjoy the blessings each day brings again with no clear goal#anyway idk what iâm writing#at the same time iâm glad iâm not a teenager anymore âcause that shit sucked#but being a grown adult sucks ass too#i know there doesnât need to be any purpose in life but#i feel like thingsâll be easier if i did have a dream#guess i need a best friend to take me to another country or something to inspire me or something#in other words iâm about to watch one of my fave free eps where rin and haru go to australia#anyway iâm rambling#michi yaps
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