#I'm bewildered and astounded

[54prowl]

damn the way this person is shitting on monoma sounds like they have a crush on him

[ddejavvu]

god that weird crossover episode with the beyond borders spinoff,,, when hotch is chasing that guy through the crowded markets can you imagine being an extra and having thomas gibson grab your arm to stable himself as he runs past you i'd pass away

sorry i know you weren't requesting this and of course this isn't about thomas it's a hotch blurb but i literally could not resist writing it so here you go lovey you are so right i'd have toppled over <3333

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You think it's rather rude that the man rushing through the marketplace uses you to stabilize himself as he turns a sharp corner. His arm juts out quickly to push against your shoulder, giving himself your side to lean on, but it means that the bag of fruit you'd been gathering to pay for hits the side of the table as you sway into it, and the paper tears at the sharp intrusion. Your bag splits, and you watch defeatedly as all of the produce you'd gathered tumbles to the dirty ground.

You're nothing but astounded, well aware that the police chase should have you more on edge, but completely bewildered and shock-stricken. All you can do is lift your head to watch the man run off, and he notices the damage he'd caused as he turns to throw a haphazard 'sorry!' over his shoulder at you.

He's still running but he staggers a step, torn between the chase he's engaged in and helping you. The business side of his brain starts working first, and he dashes away with barely a second's hesitation, but you'd seen guilt in his eyes that almost made up for your fallen fruit.

The crowd is keen on dispersing as the chase continues beyond you, but you don't care. They're not coming back, it would be foolish of the criminal they're after to circle back, and you kneel to collect the produce you'd lost in the chaos.

You hear the roar of engines as you try collecting the mangoes you'd dropped, now bruised and grimy. A nearby fruit stand had collapsed, the next on your list to shop at, and it's difficult to tell what's what as the fruit rolls and mingles together.

The shopkeepers congregate to join your cause, but where you're gathering the fruit in the front of your skirt, they're scooping it back into crates that had tipped wayward. You've got shorts beneath your flowy skirt that mean you can use it as an apron instead, and before long you're nearly finished re-shopping through the mess on the ground.

"Here," A deep voice comes from above you, and you jerk your head to the side to find the man that had bumped into you only seconds before. Evidently, the chase was over, but you're not sure the outcome. He's panting, chest heaving hard from running as much as he did, but he's holding out a jacket towards you, one that he's tied into a makeshift satchel.

"I'm sorry," He pants, kneeling beside you on the concrete to help scoop produce into the jacket, "I didn't mean to ruin your bag. I had to catch that man, I'm sorry I couldn't stop to help."

"It's alright," You try to keep sourness out of your voice even if you are handling citrus fruits, begrudging towards the man for nearly knocking you down but grateful that he's stopped by to fix things, "I suppose police chases are always that chaotic.

"Yeah," He breathes, still exhaling heavily as he cracks a smile at you. His hairline is beaded with sweat, and it's really rather distracting, so you try averting your eyes lest your mind wander.

"I'll buy you a new bag," He helps you stand, hauling the fruit from his tied jacket onto the righted table and motioning at another stall across the way, "They sell them, I'll be right back. Color?"

"Oh, I-" You stammer, seizing up on the spot, "Um- anything's fine."

"Alright," He's rushing off to the stall while pulling his wallet out without further hesitation, and you wonder if he always moves this fast.

You ring up the produce you want to buy with the cashier, who's quick on her feet to recover from the shock of the chase. Other vendors aren't as lucky, but you're done with your shopping after this.

"Here," The man comes back, still panting slightly, as he extends a white tote bag made just across the way.

"It matches your skirt," He smiles kindly at you, and okay, you might forgive the guy.

"Thank you," You gush, taking the bag from him and nodding when the woman tells you your total. You focus on the fruit first, scooping it gently into your new bag, and the man takes it as an opportunity to pull out his wallet again.

"Here-" He starts, but you catch him before he can pay for your food.

"It's alright!"

"No, I insist," He succeeds in handing his cash to the woman, who doesn't really look like she cares how she gets paid, just that she does, "I almost tackled you, the least I can do is pay for the fruit I knocked all over the floor."

"Thank you," You grin at him when the transaction is complete, and the stall owner flocks to help another across the way. You're alone now, though still in the middle of the fairly crowded marketplace, and you admire the polo shirt that the man in front of you has stretched over his surprisingly toned chest.

"I'm sorry, again." He smiles bashfully, reaching out to cup the back of your bent arm as he gestures away from the black vans gathered at one end of the marketplace.

"You'll have to leave through there, but you should be careful. Do you need a ride?"

"No, I'm okay." You shake your head, "I rode my bike here, and it's parked over there anyways."

"Alright. Okay, uh- stay safe." He urges, his kind smile fading slightly as someone in black sunglasses barks information at him. He nods, squinting slightly because of the sun, "Goodbye. Enjoy your fruit, and I'm sorry again."

"It's alright," You laugh, finally over your temporary grudge, "Sir?"

"Yes?" His brows raise, and you think for a moment he might be expecting you to ask for a ride anyways.

"I'm going that way," You gesture towards the road you'll take home, and you relish the bashful beam that overtakes his face when he laughs at your words, "If you guys drive through there, try not to hit me again."

[anirritant]

Darkrai would never verbally admit to it, but he was very, very confused.

When he first awoke, physically battered but mentally intact, he felt rather smug. Incredibly smug. Amnesia? Never heard of it! Of course his brilliant mind is untouched, hah! He's better than some mere human, it'll take more than being attacked whilst traversing time to affect him.

He never had any doubt, of course he didn't! He was in control the whole time. In fact, yes, of course, he orchestrated it all, you see! His genius is astounding, and his acting is impeccable as always. Now, his adversaries would be under the impression that he's no longer a threat, the idea being bolstered by his improvised performance of terror!

He most certainly did not let out a true scream, after all.

Never mind that his throat is noticeably raw, or that there's a disgusting moistness around his eyes, or that intrusive flashes of a certain Space God's enraged face force him to stifle full-body shudders, or...

Ahem. These... symptoms, are clearly, unquestionably unrelated. Of course.

Anyhow. After letting out a good low chuckle to himself, (full of very real confidence,) he acknowledges his surroundings. A rather small island; he's not sure he recognises it. Though, it's not like he cares much about the where, anyway. He's much more interested in the when.

Certainly not his glorious dark future, as the presence of the accursed sun assaulting his eyes makes evident. He can't wait to snuff it out again...

Masking any struggle borne of lingering aches and pains, he levitates himself up to the top of the largest tree in his immediate vicinity and materialises his legs to perch there. The simple, mundane act most definitely does not leave him winded, thank you very much.

From the new vantage point, he looks around, and... hmm. This island really is in the middle of nowhere, huh? If he squints, he can make out another similarly sized island somewhat nearby, and opposite of it, if he squints even harder, he thinks he can just barely spot a larger landmass, way off in the distance. But apart from those, all there is is endless water.

The lack of structures doesn't help him pinpoint a time period, unfortunately. That's fine, he'll just travel until he comes across some. Though, as he squints into the distance again, he mentally calculates it may take nearly a full day of travel to reach that far-off landmass, and that's assuming the seas are calm...

Well. It's nothing he can't handle, of course. The distance will be nothing to him once he recuperates a decent chunk of his strength; having the option to disobey gravity makes everything easier.

But, as much as it pains him to admit it, he isn't in any shape for such a journey this moment. He... just needs a day or two of rest. (False; even a week would be an underestimate, his thoughts hiss. He dismisses it.)

Yes, a day or two, he emphasises, and he'll be back to his typical schemes as if nothing happened. This is but a temporary setback, after all.

For now, he supposes he could use a shelter. Not many options on this tiny lump of dirt, but he'll look around anyway. He crosses his arms as he gives the land a bored once-over.

Dirt. Grass. Rocks. Sand. Trees. How utterly fascinating, he mentally snarks, rolling his eyes. However, during said eye-roll, he catches a glimpse of something between the trees. Flickering darkness, a flash of a flowing white plume...

A bewildered glowing eye staring up into its identical twin situated on his own face.

...

Huh?

Coherent thought sputtered out as he stared and stared and the other's eye stared right back. Indeed, he was very, very, confused.

(Soon after this would be these events.)

Edit: hiiiii there's a writing follow up now too :D

Um. A/N stuff below, I guess.

uhh i guess i'm doing a bit of writing for this now. mostly just to act as like. connective tissue between the comic things. some stuff is hard to convey through art. so yea.

i already have ideas for what to write about in the time between pmd2 darkrai getting grabbed and him being dragged to cresselia lol. (also i need to nickname the two darkrais at some point but aahhh im bad at namesss)

as one can probably deduce, he's on newmoon island. in a later writing segment thingy i might explain my headcanons for how the worlds differ in this au thing

im gonna be jumping around and doing stuff very out of order bc im not really trying to do a serious plot lol i'm mostly just goofing around. like the comic thing im currently working on is of events that might be like.. several months later? im actually gonna try to polish it up a bit so hopefully it's cool 👀

[mayasaura]

Just fell in love at the laudromat.

So this guy was lighting up in the back, promising to make all our clothes smell like shitty low grade kush. I was familiar with him, having been sexually harassed by him in this laudromat before, so I decided my best approach would be to yell at him from outside spitting distance, telling him to cut that shit out. I wasn't very effective.

I did gain the attention of the only other woman in the laundromat. She was about my age, late 20s to early 30s, and wearing leggings for pants like Superman. I told her what was up, and she agreed with me that the dude was being rude as hell before turning her attention back to her cellphone. I assumed that was the whole of our brief accord. I was wrong. By the end of our encounter, she had proved herself a tactical genius worthy of poem and song.

She lifted her phone to her ear, and she started raising holy hell. It started like a normal, if slightly loud, conversation and barreled quickly into drag-out knock-down domestic dispute with what I'm now dead certain was an empty reciever, rattling the windows with vague but dramatic accusations. This is where her real genius started, though I hadn't noticed yet. Every so often in her ranting, she would digress into shit-talking the guy at the back of the laundromat at a volume to shatter ear drums before slipping seamlessly back into disjointed diatribes. I was trying very hard not to listen, at this point still thinking that she's really having a fight, but I noticed our resident stoner starting to talk back to her as she crossed to the dryers near his smokey perch. As soon as he raised his voice, she bellowed "Shut up! Shut up, I wasn't talking to you," into her phone, cowing the asshole without once looking at or acknowledging him. This is when I start to realise what was really happening.

It took about three minutes, all told. As soon as the guy shuffled out, thoroughly intimidated, this stone cold badass dropped her pretense. My knight in shining acrylic nails pocketed her cell phone and flashed me a smug grin. 'Have a nice day', she said, before following her defeated opponent out into the afternoon sun. I'm left grinning like a lunatic, astounded, bewitched, and bewildered, to finish my laundry in peace.

[aalissy]

Secrets

And day 5 is done now! And it's my first lil identity reveal of the month. I hope you enjoy it <3. Lemme know what you think!

AO3

Chat nervously paced atop a rooftop building near Marinette’s balcony. He tugged his fingers through his hair, glancing over at her balcony every so often. It was time. He simply had to tell her. Had to trust her with his secret identity. 

Ladybug had trusted someone with her own identity, so he should be able to do the same. Besides, Marinette was the most trustworthy, honest person that he knew. If he was going to tell anyone his identity, it was always going to be her. It was even better now that they were both so in love with each other.

But, even still, it was incredibly nerve-wracking. This was why he was here, pacing on a nearby rooftop rather than over on Marinette’s balcony, showing her exactly who he was right then and there. 

Chat’s ears pricked up as he heard the trapdoor to her balcony creak open. Darting his gaze over, he watched as Marinette pulled herself up onto her rooftop. His eyes softened as he watched her lean back against her railing, sighing softly. This was his sign. Sucking in every last ounce of courage he possessed, Chat used his baton to head over to her.

He landed gracefully on her balcony, his usual confident grin slightly softened by a hint of nervousness. "Hey, Marinette."

Her head jolted up, eyes wide with shock. Her hand came up to her chest as she shook her head lightly. "Chaton! You scared me!” 

“Sorry.” He grinned over at her sheepishly. “I just needed to come see you.”

“Of course!” Marinette said, her brow creasing with the smallest, most adorable frowns. “What did you need?"

Chat shuffled his feet a bit, a gesture that was so unlike his usual self-assured demeanor. "C-can we talk? It's about something important."

She stepped closer to him, taking his hand in hers as she squeezed it gently. "We can always talk, mon minou. What's on your mind? Has something been bothering you with Ladybug?"

He took a deep breath. "No, no! Nothing like that. It’s just... Marinette, there's something I need to tell you. Something that I've been wanting to share for a while now."

Her furrow deepened as she nodded. Her eyes seemed to be cloudy with both worry and apprehension. "I'm listening."

Chat hesitated for another moment, gathering his thoughts. He wished he could just blurt it out. Just tell her who he was and be done with it! But, at the same time, every time he wanted to, his heart tugged in his chest and he skirted around the question he really wanted to ask. "We've always been there for each other, through thick and thin, right? That’s not something that’ll ever change, right? No matter what?"

Marinette nodded, her curiosity piqued. "Yes, of course! What's this about, Chat? Is something wrong? If it isn’t Ladybug, then what is it?"

It was time. He sucked in one last, deep breath to summon all of the courage he could possibly possess. Every time that he had asked this question in the past, it had never gone well. But Marinette was different.  

"I... I want to tell you who I really am," Chat said, his eyes searching hers for any sign of rejection or fear.

He didn’t see any of that. Instead, all he saw was shock and... nervousness? Slowly, she pulled her hand out of his and it took everything in him not to reach back for it. "Chat, I-I don’t...,” she said, shaking her head. “If this... um, is because of that kiss... then I have to tell you that I have a boyfriend now. And I love him very much so nothing is ever going to happen between us now.” 

His heart warmed as Marinette gestured between the two of them. He loved her. So very much. And it seemed like she loved him just as much which was both positively astounding and delightful.

Chat nodded his head, pretending to look solemn even as he wanted to grin ear-to-ear. “I understand, Marinette. But... that isn’t the reason as to why I wanted to tell you.”

“It’s not?” She looked even more bewildered now and he could barely keep himself from chuckling. In just a few more moments, if she allowed him to, everything would make so much more sense.

“No. It’s not.” He breathed in slowly, taking the time to gather his thoughts. “Ladybug’s confined in someone about who her secret identity is and I think it’s time that I do the same. That way, if something ever happened to me, you’d be able to help Ladybug in my place.”

Marinette paced along her balcony, running her hands through her hair as she did so. “And why me?” she asked, turning around to look him dead in the eye. “Why do you want to reveal your identity to me?”  

Chat’s response was instant. “Because I trust you.” 

Her lips parted with shock as she gaped over at him. And, for a brief, terrifying moment, he thought that she was going to say no. After a long, long pause, however, she gave him a shaky nod which had butterflies fluttering to life in his chest. “Alright. I’ll do this. You can tell me who you are.”

“Thank you, Marinette." He beamed at her. With his heart in his throat, Chat called out the words to detransform, “Plagg, claws in.”

Plagg emerged from Chat’s ring, floating beside him as the black cat-themed suit dissolved from a wave of magical green energy that enveloped him. Marinette gasped softly as Adrien Agreste stood before her, his blonde hair tousled from the transformation.

"A-Adrien?" Marinette whispered, her eyes wide with astonishment.

He nodded, a nervous smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Yes, Marinette. It’s me. I’m Chat Noir."

Marinette took a step closer, her hand reaching out as if to touch him, then pulling back as if she wasn't sure if this was real. "You're Chat Noir... You're Adrien..." Her voice trailed off, a myriad of emotions swirling in her eyes.

Adrien nodded again, his heart pounding in his chest. "I wanted you to know because I trust you, Marinette. You're the most trustworthy, honest person I know, and I love you."

A tear trickled down Marinette's cheek, but it was a tear of joy mixed with disbelief. "I love you too, Adrien," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "Thank you for trusting me with your secret."

Plagg floated over, nudging Adrien playfully. "Well, I guess the cat's out of the bag now, huh?"

Adrien chuckled, relief flooding through him. "Yeah, it is. And I couldn't be happier."

Marinette wiped away her tears, a radiant smile spreading across her as she threw her arms around him in a giant hug. Laughter fluttered past her lips. "Everything makes so much sense now. It’s no wonder that I was so in love with the both of you. You’re the same person."

Adrien’s laugh mingled with her own as he tightened his arms around her. “It’s alright. Who could blame you? I mean, afur all, who wouldn’t fall for my irresistible charms?”

Marinette rolled her eyes as she leaned back to look at him. One of her eyebrows raised as she looked at him pointedly. “Oh, yeah? Are you certain that our kiss had nothing to do with wanting to tell me your identity?”

“Mmm,” he hummed. “Maybe just a bit. Could you run it by me again? I’d have to double-check to be certain.”

With a sweet giggle, she pulled him down to her, kissing him passionately. Her hands wrapped around the back of his neck as she tilted her head, deepening their kiss. His hands trailed up her sides as he kissed her back, so unbelievably grateful that he managed to muster up the courage to tell her exactly who he was.

[go-on-eat-shrooms]

House Blackwood vs House Martell Part II

Part 3

A man shouted from atop to open the gates. You heard the grunts of serval men

putting all their strength to open the wooden gates.

With your sisters and father unstriding their horses and you just jumping down it like a hawk.

Looking around, you found yourself astounded by the difference in architecture. The unfamiliar ambience even the smell was foreign to you.

"Holly cunt, how odd" you exclaimed.

Before you could babble more, you were greeted with an unfamiliar life full of positive vibes.

"Oberyon! What an absolute surprise when I heard you sent a letter by ship to inform me you wanted to visit me. It's been such a long time dear friend! And you brought all 4 of your daughters. How wonderful!"  Said Samwell Blackwood.

"Yes, my youngest daughter was very enamored with tales of your land. So I caved in when she kept pleading me to take her here. She seemed to really like the stories she heard of your riverlands."

Sister 1: saying lowly " and maybe your nut job son that might kill squirrels and eat them raw"

Sister 2: "Y/N has been very excited to meet your son Benijcot actually. Where around your house might he be?"

Sister 3: "well I believe if you don't mind my lord since it's such a big voyage if we could have some nurishments?"

You look bewildered at the stabbing words your sisters vomited out. How could they want her to meet a secret mad boy that turns into a maniac in the slight presents of even the sharpest objects around. And the squirrel comment might be true the fuck!

"At least he could cook it first" you said looking mortified to the side. "I mean how fast can he be to catch a squirrel. What if he ate his fellow squirrel homies too?" You were over thinking the squirrel comment.

So when Sister 3 spoke you felt relieved. She wasn't doing it for you tho. The bitch was just hungry and greedy. But for the first few times in years she was glad her sister was a selfish assface.

"I apologize for my daughters comments. I raised them like men mostly so I believe it's on me they say the things they do."

Oberyn stated.

"No problem, raising 4 daughters must of given you many headaches and torture. I must say raising boys is much easier. I imagine when they bleed every moon of the month, they turn into the most ravenous of wolves." Stated Lord Blackwood.

"But please come into my dining hall. Your daughter is correct; you must be tired and Ship lagged." Said Lord Blackwood.

As all 5 of you were guided to the table you took in the walls that surrounded you. Your head filled with the rabid squirrel catcher Benjicot.

But, through out your meal with Lord Blackwood; you seemed to see others besides your family.  But no one resembling a young boy. Mostly beared bloated men.  You felt a bit disappointed. So much talk over a no show. Did he think he was better than his guests?

Sister 2: " Lord Black, I'm sorry for the interruption. But where might your son be? We have not seen him all night."

Sister 3: "May your son be handsome? We find our youngest sister Y/N needs a buddy to study her combat skills with. She herself is interested in fighting like a wilding."

You swear these whores don't give it a rest. But even then it made you seem even more interested.

"OH my boy benji, he is not feeling so well. He usually goes out to the moonlit meadows of our land to train. I always tell him to be aware of wondering Brackens as well. Those craven cunts have been starting shit with us for centuries" Says Lord Blackwood.

After more talk of the hatred between the Blackwoods and Bracken beef. You finally get to retire to your own chamber. Seemly all 3 of your sisters and father go and take their leave as well to rest.

"Fuck it! I'm going to find him." You tell yourself after 10 mins.

Lord Blackwood said in the moonlit meadows. But there were so many. You made your way through unknown corridors until you reached the outside. Walking just a few more paces you heard grunting and a sword gritting against metal.

As you approached slowly, your boots crunched on some stones. Immediately, you were met with a sword to your throat.

[thousand-winters]

I'm bewildered. I'm astounded. I'm baffled. I'm-

Granted, it's been a While™️ since I last read TID but are you telling me Charles fucking Buford was conceived before Henry and Charlotte even cleared their misunderstanding???

This makes them even bigger dumbasses, oh, my god.

[onsomeplanet]

Heya! Just wanted to send the ask instead of reblogging in the tags: totally didn't see your posts as an attack or any sort of bad faith discourse and I completely get where you're coming from. I tend to come across as curt and short via text and wanted to clarify. I hate the idea that someone might feel like I'm attacking cos I'm totally not and I wanted to apologize just in case feelings were hurt. Just absolutely bewildered with peoples reactions sometimes. It's crazy to me and I get exasperated. Anyway! I agree, totally stalking behavior and not something to overlook or even deem acceptable and she definitely seems very aware of that... especially to admit in an album that is 1000% a self flagellation of her mistakes from the manic phase she experienced. Mental health is so messy sometimes...

Thank you for that!!!! Sorry for coming off so defensive, I can be intense about associating psychosis and severe mental health with negative connocation and sometimes I go too hard with it. I absolutely agree about the album and I think that's like. Fucking ASTOUNDING for her to do to as Taylor Swift. I really love the vulnerability, unreliability, and how unprotected from being pristine and acting perfectly while experiencing severe symptoms it is.

ALSO totally get being super defensive for Taylor. I could have easily have taken a similar post same vein as you. Especially now that people are being ableist about it -_-

It means a lot you'd clarify, and I hope you know my perspective on you is positive and I am wishing you the best!!!

[darkarfs]

Portrait of a man who doesn't know what to do with himself.

I went to work feeling great yesterday, because...I don't know. Mania and mood swings? I felt invincible and I chalked it up to my wiring being supposedly faulty and criss-crossed.

So we have regular customers where I work. Everywhere does. But these are people who are often there 3 times a week, or every Saturday, or whatever suits them. I talk with a few of them, but I'm usually very busy and have no time to myself or for niceties. But there's a few people I see every day, and they've kept up with the saga of my rocker-bottom foot, the metatarsal bones turning counter-clockwise in the center and shifting them any which way.

A father and a daughter who're in every Saturday asked if there was anything going on this weekend. I told them the truth, that I have to go to an orthopedic specialist to stand in a box of foam so it can mold around my feet and custom inserts for my shoes can be made. Most insurance plans don't cover the procedure, and it usually runs somewhere between $250 and $300 (10% off if you pay in cash up front, lol.) They make an astounded noise, and I say I can afford it and it should be fine, just...you know, rice and baloney sandwiches for a little bit, you know? I'm fortunate that I can afford it at all in these trying times. It is a luxury to even have a little saved in 2024.

So they eat, they leave, and minutes go by, almost half an hour. A waitress comes up to me in the back room, privately, and says "someone in the restaurant overheard you and wanted you to have this" and puts what I think is a $100 bill in my hand. I gasp and say "I can't accept this!" and flipped immediately to "tell me who they are so I can return this!" because I was powerfully uncomfortable accepting it. They refused and said that the people would prefer to remain anonymous and that they just want to help. I asked if it was the father and daughter and she shook her head "no" and insisted on not telling me. I didn't press it out of respect and to not put her in an uncomfortable position. You can only refuse a gift so many times before it becomes insulting to the involved parties.

Then I unfolded it and found it was THREE $100 bills and I burst into tears. Had a good, long cry, out of gratitude and immediately diminishing myself, like "I'm not WORTH THIS ACT OF KINDNESS" because that's the way I'M wired.

When I go in on Tuesday, I will ask the waitress plainly that the donors may remain anonymous if they like, but that I would like my gratitude relayed to them, that I want them to know what this did for me.

I'm still processing this act of kindness, this unprecedented windfall of good fortune, and it makes me wonder, because I'm mentally off and strange, if the world will repay me by doing something like burning my house down or making me lose my other foot.

But for now, I'm bewildered and grateful, and am slowly leaning into the idea that I'm someone worth this kindness. The best thing to do, I'm told, is pay it forward.

I intend to. <3

[caliburn-the-sword]

⬅️ sidevote

wow. you've done it. you've confuddled me. astounded me. bewildered me. baffled me. perplexed me. puzzled me. maybe even mystified me. i'm discombobulated. what does this even mean

[daddys-littlewhitegirl]

I just finished a book

And I'm unwell

Pen Pal by J. T. Geissinger

It's a 18+ heart wreaking romance

I needed someone to talk abou this book with, or just sit in silence staring at the void

This book made me nervous, happy, giggly, anxious, mad, sad, sobbing and completely baffled with it's ending

I'm not the brighest mind in the world, but one of the things I assumed about the book turned out to be the true, it made me happy, until the knowledge snaped into place

This book is... amazing, astounding, bewildering and every other fancy word I can't think of right now

I hope that if someone who have read the book sees this, please forgive me for english is not my mother language, and also, I hope you understand what I mean in this not-so-short ramble of post reading catharsis

I just wanted to say thank you to that one pperson on tiktok with that one video about this book that made want to read it, it was heartbreaking-warmingly amazing

[the7thcrow]

omg omg the update for natgisg so good i’m like crying 😭😭😭 imagine if reader still had mingi i think she would feel so much better ( for some reason i have a belief that he is truly not dead maybe that’s just wishful thinking 😭😭😔😔😔)

i'm ngl, it genuinely bewilders me how many of you guys after 110k words are still holding onto mingi LMAOO. i have so much respect for you guys, your loyalty is astounding.

that being said, it intrigues me to think what would have happened if her and mingi did escape together. bc really, she probably would have never even met woosanhwa, and if they did mingi (as a part of the royal guard) would probably not get along with thieves who robbed the castle (especially woo, but for a variety of other reasons as well). super interesting to think about!

[littleroseprince]

WHAT. HUH. I'M BEFOUNDED. FLABBERGASTED. DEMENTED. BEWILDERED. MUDDLED. DISORIENTED. PUZZLED. ASTOUNDED. BAFFLED. STUMPED. BAMBOOZLED. FLUMMOXED. TAKEN ABACK. UNNERVED. TROUBLED. THERE ARE NOT ENOUGH WORDS IN THE ENGLISH VOCABULARY TO DESCRIBE HOW MUCH I COULD NOT SEE THIS COMING OH. MY GOD /pos

Shadowpeach Bio Parent AU (PREV / FIRST /

I know this is a big decision for the story. I would like to explain myself, but I prefer to give the word to MK in the next part! So until then, I hope you'll be able to handle the cliffhanger for a while!

[shittyasexualwitch]

okay so as promised in the comments of my last post, here's a take on political hypocrisy nobody asked for inspired by me having to unfollow someone because they said something icky

not a callout post, not trying to start beef with some random internet stranger, if you somehow trace back the post I'm so very vaguely talking about as a stepping stone to a point from just what I'm about to say then, uh, shit, you weren't meant to, oopsie

the post in question: a preface, along the lines of "not to gatekeep or anything, but" followed immediately by the take that you shouldn't be allowed to call yourself a lesbian unless you specifically have a vaginal genital preference, and that anyone who considers themselves a lesbian and isn't in it for the vagina should be forced to find another term

the individual responsible for the post: a transmasculine guy who self-assigns as a straight lesbian, with a blog that's otherwise seemingly built around the philosophy that queer people should be allowed to have complicated "contradictory" identities without judgement, because a label is meant to be what works for the user (the very reason I followed in the first place)

essentially, the reason this take rubbed me the wrong way is because A. it's biological essentialist bullshit, it's essentially denying trans women womanhood on the basis of their partners' gential preferences, B. well, fuck ace lesbians I guess, and C. (this one's the key point of this post) the level of fucking hypocrisy required to gatekeep women out of lesbianism when your claim to the label is already much more controversial than that of the people you intend to exclude is bewildering, fucking astounding

to be very clear, I've got no problem with this guy using the lesbian label, but by his own logic, he fucking should, no?

which brings me to the actual reason I made this post, because all of that was merely something that reminded me of something I was already pissed off about, immigrants (wait, I know it looks bad, hear me out)

I live in a very immigrant dense country, on an even more immigrant dense island, mostly quite progressive, tax haven, very beautiful, big industries, one of the safest places to live on earth, EU/Schengen/Eurozone member state, paces away from northern Africa, southeastern Europe and the middle east, lot of diasporas around the world that are looking to come back, it makes sense, immigrants of every walk have a lot of reasons to come here, and I welcome each and every one with open arms because I'm of the opinion that if you make a conscious and active decision to move out of your homeland to here, you've put more effort into proving you're one of us than most of us, but unfortunately that's definitely not the majority opinion, we're a deeply racist country, and it's hard to fight, because what the fuck of substance am I going to say to another native Gozitan to correct their racism beyond "hey, could you be a little less racist?"

but then what baffles me, and I mean truly fucking baffles me, I cannot even begin to wrap my head around it, is that very concerningly often, I come across an individual who happens to have immigrated here, who in any other circumstance I would consider an equal in every regard with just as much leeway to say dumb shit as any native, and then these individuals manage to muster up the fucking audacity to start going off about how they don't like immigrants, and then argue with me about it when I disagree

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motherfucker, if I shared your opinion, if I had the opinion you are arguing with me to try to convince me to have, I would tell you to get the fuck out of my country running, and go back home, you as an immigrant do not get to say that shit

and I'll tell you a little secret, it's only the western white ones that pull that shit, they're talking about immigrants, what they mean is African and south Asian immigrants, sometimes eastern European immigrants too, but they're just saying the word immigrants, as if it's assumed that being from Australia or England or America makes them not that, as if they're in a separate, more respectable category, nono, they're simply expatriates, but I know what you are, I know what you fucking are and I'm okay with it, I am, truly, but evidently you're fucking not, and I'm not okay with that, you fucking hypocrite

and the great irony in all of that is that on the surface it may look like those pasty fucking hypocrites command more respect from the natives than the immigrants they don't want to be associated with, but that's not how it works here, racism as the world knows it is an American invention, discrimination has regional variants, the races here aren't white, black, and asian, the races here Maltese, Gozitan, and everyone else, you don't cozy up to the fringe groups of racists because they don't like you either, which brings me to my final overarching conclusion that wraps this whole post up with a neat little bow, hear my gospel loud and let it echo within your head until you've heard it sevenfold:

political hypocrisy as displayed by the examples above serves only to achieve one outcome, and that is bringing the movement down on oneself, it is an act of self-harm that one undergoes by forcing their siblings to be harmed with them, so if you're planning on taking a dive off a cliff, be a dear and have the decency to not pull anyone down with you

[fyrbol]

oh my godd where to start... tumblr url fyrbol has been one of thee st rpc blogs that just has a vice grip on my brain and HAS since like what. 2019? everything you pour into lucas is so important to me and everything he as a character deserves yet is dissappointingly never given :/ i LOVE how creative and excited you are to branch out and play with different plot ideas and i loveee how it shows both ic and ooc. your prose? breathtaking ok... i'll go back and reread your replies when i'm in desperate need of muse myself. i just love it all and truly believe you take lucas and st and the horror genre in general to a whole other level and it's SUCH a joy to be privy to. truly just such an approachable, HUGE brained, kind and artful beacon of a blog across any rpc i've been a part of. i know we're just here to talk about our silly little characters but still!! brain just stuck on wowie. whew. art isn't dead huh... also EYE get to thread with thee artist behind it? god bless. idk i'm rambling but ily and ALL that you bring lucas; you really understand him and bring him alive in a way that, despite making me hate the duffers more and more lol, has just enriched honestly my own viewing experience as a part of the audience in regards to him. ok ok i'm done <3 cradling ur blog so so fondly

how's my portrayal ?

me readin this and becomin unhinged:

[coffeeandbatboys]

Just a Blind Fool In Love (Matt Murdock x Fem!Reader)

Summary: While having dinner with Matt, he asks you to describe your features.

Warnings: None, just Matty being an adorable lovesick idiot.

Y/h/c=hair color, y/e/c= eye color

You giggled, taking a sip of your drink. After your laughter died down, Matt wore his stupid, lopsided grin. The one that said 'I adore the crap out of you'. Whether you knew it or not, he fell hard when he met you, and he was still falling for you today.

"What, handsome?" You pried.

"Oh nothing." He played, the smile growing more.

"Matthew Michael Murdock, what is up with you?" You giggled, playfully pushing his chest.

"You're... you're just so beautiful." His voice took on a serious tone.

"Oh please, how can you tell?" You exasperatedly sighed.

"Your laugh, your voice, paints a picture of your smile."

"Matt, you can't possibly know exactly what I look like."

"Well then enlighten me."

"Huh?" Your smile falters, not understanding the request.

"Tell me what you look like."

This was truly something astounding that both of you realized. In all of your relationship he had no idea about what your face looked like. You two were even married!

"Well, I, uh," idiot "I have y/h/c hair, and y/e/c eyes. I think you know the rest."

"You sound perfectly beautiful to me. I have no more questions, your honor."

You gawked at him with a bewildered and amused expression. "What is your deal tonight?"

"I love you. I love you and I'll never not say it."

"You are a blind fool in love, Murdock.

"Guilty as charged. At least I'm a handsome one. Right, Murdock?"

You rolled your eyes at your husband's immeasurable idiotic charm and tugged him by his collar.

"Shut up and kiss me,."

"With pleasure, sweetheart."