#It feels like I'm being stung by a thousand bees

[vinular]

When you're in the shower and you accidentally turn the temperature dial instead of the on/off dial and you scorch yourself to 167,000° F(ucking help)

[makingspiritualityreal]

I just wanted to say that I'm unfollowing you. You speak of self love and femininity and love for your body if you really loved your body even just one bit, you wouldn't stuff yourself like a trash can so that you look like you’ve been stung by thousands bees. Self-love begins with self-respect and you obviously don't have that how else could you do that to your organs, your bones you know that all your organs faten even your brain, it's almost funny that you just think you can present self-love and femininity if the only thing you present is is MC Donalds then you are also outraged when you get comments that people don’t want to see your naked fat body and you force them to see you as beautiful my tip self-love begins with respect stand in front of a mirror and first recognize who you are

At first I wanted to ignore you, since some things are just not worth the time and attention, but then I realised people like you are exactly the reason why I do what I do.

Surely you must have thought you were invited into a world of clichéd photoshopped Astrology babes, but that is not who I am or want to be. I live to trigger people like you.

There are so many women out there, feeling bad about themselves. Of different sizes, with different problems. What if I was a burn victim, or was battling a serious disease? Should I hide, or should anyone else hide because of that too?

Our bodies change and reflect what is happening to us in our lives. Mine bears the mark of many years of abuse I suffered. Depression and suffering can make people drastically put on or lose weight, and what you should worry about is their well being, nothing else. There was a time I suffered in a different way, and looked androgynous because of it, had a completely different form. Was I happier? I barely looked my gender, I was medicated. Hardly. Being comfortable in my skin as a woman was a process and a discovery for me. One that I cherish. It's something I fought for and won on my own, and quite frankly your stupidity and short sightedness can't take that away from me. I'm happy about every curve. One day life may take me to a different place again, I never know. I'm sure I will have a reason for that too.

Our bodies tell a story. They show what we have been through and who we are. The modern standard of beauty only allows women who are demure in a particular way. It's like having all trees only allowed to grow a certain way. But the world is diverse, and that's just not the reality of things.

My goal is to show one shouldn't be ashamed of themselves just because they bear the mark of the difficult things life put them through. So many people are ashamed, to the point they don't want to leave the house. My body bears the mark of exhaustion. Of having little to no means to care for myself, and absolutely everyone being against me just because it was more convenient for them. It is not going to look chiselled and polished. If I was a garden, I would be one that has no gardener and has broken branches after it suffered from years of a constant hailstorm. That is naturally going to show. And I'm not going to pretend otherwise. I'm not going to be silenced into pretending I was fine my whole life, even with my life improving. Because that would be supporting my abusers, who tried to silence me, just so that they can be comfortable and get away with things.

People go through things, and that affects what they do. My personal pet peeve is seeing people who did a lot of plastic surgery, but honestly, I don't really go out of my way to judge them. Because they also cover their scars with it. I don't know their story. Sometimes life is just so bad you don't want to be who you were before anymore, and it makes people go to drastic means, to change that.

You have no right to make any assumptions about how I lived my life, and what you said is complete bs. I was raised in Poland, where food is healthy and organic. And laughing at people who eat fast food can make you double cruel, when you realise some people in the United States, where I live now, simply have nothing else left to eat, as prices of healthy food here can be punishing, and they're forced to substitute on fast food. It's not how I live my life, but some people have it worse than I do. They are homeless and struggling, some of them resort to drugs out of despair. Watch your mouth before you insult someone like that.

I detest the hypocrisy that is put on food enjoyment. If a skinny girl enjoys fast food, she's "a hot girl enjoying herself" or worse she hears "give her another burger, she needs to eat more" which honestly is just as bad as your cruelty towards me. I always felt sorry for those women, who simply can't help their genetic disposition.

Life exists to be enjoyed. Food exists to be enjoyed. Historically, on certain holidays throughout the year, people used to do rituals related to the blood of animals and stuff themselves. Now, society has stigmatised it...so people are doing the same thing, ashamed, lonely and unhappy, getting sick inside their houses. People don't acknowledge the animalistic part of themselves. They're afraid to admit they don't want to just eat work have polite relationships and sleep. There is a part inside every human that wants to gorge on life. It wants to devour, fuck, ravage, pillage and burst through. I love these parts of myself together with all the other ones. Can you say the same for yourself?

People who don't love themselves to the core suffer physical ailments. Caring for your organs means acknowledging your mental and emotional state also has an effect on them. I personally know best the number one enemy of organ health is stress and hardship, because then you can't properly process even lighter foods. Repression is not anyone's friend. There used to be a worldwide culture about celebrating that. Now, people don't acknowledge it. It is absolutely my goal to talk about it and expose this part of human nature, as equally worthy to everything else.

The only right thing to ask people whose bodies have changed one way or another is if they're unhappy or why. It's to inquire what is happening inside them. Because that is the root of anything you see happening externally.

It is people like you that made me feel self hate for the longest time, for the fact that I was carrying things that were so punishing on me. I am not innocent or inexperienced, or untouched anymore. But now I take it as a badge of honor. I have the courage you never will. I feel sorry for you and your narrow mindedness. Someone must have hurt you once upon a time. Take your assumptions about me or people who are coming to my space, trying to heal, with you, on your way out the door.

[krazys-ass-emporium]

I would like to start out that this is not originally my post. It's ancient and from when you could edit posts. So I'm reposting it just to fill it out like ye olden days. If you want to do it, make your own post so this isn't a mile long. Original post is here

#85 STRIKE OUT WHAT YOU HAVE DONE

Had beer Smoked an entire cigarette Done drugs. Written on a bathroom wall. Read a George Orwell book. Had a physical fight. Used Twitter. Listened to Lady Gaga  Been in a car accident. Gotten suspended. Gotten expelled. Been allergic to something. Got a computer virus. Touched a real gun. Had a dog. Had a cat. Been pregnant. Camped out Swam in the ocean. (waded, but not swam) Wore a bikini. Driven a car Been sent to the principal. Ever liked someone. (briefly) Failed a class. Failed a test. Went to summer school. Got worse than a D Got A’s  and B’s. Read an entire book. Recorded my own music. Had an xbox. Worn heels more than 3 days in a row. Wore fishnets. Wore skinny jeans. Hated someone. Been cheated on. Cheated on someone. Practiced Christianity/Catholicism. Worn makeup. Lied to my parents about where I was going. Had surgery. Had my license. Been to college. Graduated high school. Attempted suicide. Self harmed. Worn colored contacts. Painted my nails black. Broken someone’s heart. Had my heart broken. Cried for an hour straight. Lost something very valuable. Got separated from one of my parents as a kid. Broke a bone. Gotten stung by a bee Eaten something bad/expired. Threw up from being so drunk. Saw someone throw up from being so drunk. Danced with someone of the same sex. Owned an ipod Danced with someone of the opposite sex. Owned an iphone. Fell for a best friend. Stole a friend’s significant other. Went far away from home for more than a week. Moved out. Ran away. Had a job. Been fired. Lied to a friend. Lied to a family member. Had a Facebook. Posted a video on Youtube. Started a rumor about someone. Talked bad about someone. Dropped out of school. Deliberately failed a test. Been skinny dipping. Counted to a million. Counted to a thousand. Ate rabbit meat. Ate duck meat. Had fast food. Been to Church. Been to Canada. (SOON) Been married. Had a divorce. Broke a glass. Hugged someone today. Texted someone today. Received a phone call today. Threw something out of the window. Ignored a text from someone on purpose. Wish you were somebody else Had my feelings hurt by a friend and never told them. Kissed someone (on the cheek, as a joke) Been to a concert Seen your favorite band live Met a celebrity Met your favorite band Own more than 10 CD’s

I tag @the-heaminator @hondakiku @j-ellyfish @maplequeen94

[genshinlover101]

May I request, Beidou, Hu Tao, and Yoimiya with an inazuman s/o that had their vision taken away?

Her Reaction to Your getting Vision Stolen

Characters: Beidou, Hu Tao, Yoimiya

Warnings: None

A/n: ah yes- I had to go back through the transcipts of the story quests cause I highkey spammed through the three ppl who lost their visions part

• You travelled with Beidou frequently, rarely you would rest in Inazuma alone. This time in particular, you regretted sitting out- you had been prosecuted in Ritou and your vision striped away.

• You wanted to tell Beidou immediately, run into her strong arms and stay there. But you could already feel your memories phasing in and out.

• It took a week for Beidou to travel back to Inazuma, only to be greeted by someone who was only a shell of who you once were. She was far too late, only the absolute ending of the Vision Hunt Decree would bring you back.

Beidou arrived on the dock of Ritou, she expected you to be the first to greet her nice and loudly. Instead, you stood shyly behind Thoma as he informed her of the unfortunate situation of your vision being stolen. He let her know that you were being taken care of by the Yashiro Commission as a personal favor to Beidou.

Although Beidou was mentally a ball of rage, physically she knew she couldn't explode. She tried reaching out for you, but you were apprehensive of the strange woman. “Do you remember me?” she asked like she was addressing a scared child.

“No,” you shook your head. For some reason, this woman didn't ring a bell, but your heart yearned for her, beating a mile a minute. “I'm sorry if you meant a lot to me. I've tried my best to recall anything about myself but it's just a blur.”

Ouch, those words stung Beidou like a thousand bees. But she knew from your blunt attitude you were still somewhere inside that thick skull of yours. Something about it comforted her even in the given situation.

“It's alright. For my sake please treat me with some familiarity, it will take me a while to adjust to this,” she said. You would've said no to anybody else, but something about her drew you to her.

• You got stuck in Inazuma till further notice after your intended quick trip, often exchanging letters with your lover in Liyue. One fateful afternoon the Tenryou Commission heard rumors of your vision, and they took it away for good.

• You sent a quick letter to Hu Tao before you forgot everything. It contained what had happened, and how you wouldn't be able to contact her until the Vision Hunt Decree was abolished.

• Hu Tao would fight the daily impulse to travel to Inazuma with Beidou. But her Funeral Parlor duties were far too consuming. She would lust over you in her poems, wishing you were back in Liyue with her.

You received a letter from Liyue, a strange woman named Hu Tao had signed it with a ghostly heart. You remembered barely anything of your past obligations, everything felt dull and numb. The only thing you had to go off of was a pile of letters from the same girl, but none made any sense. You thought maybe this ‘Hu Tao’ girl would spark some sense.

Opening the letter read, “When I had heard your vision was confiscated, my heart sunk.” A vision being confiscated? You questioned. “I miss you so much and all I have are these spare letters in hopes that one day you’ll return to me in Liyue.”

She talked very familiarly with you, something about it was fishy. You wondered what your past relationship with this girl was, and why she was so fond of you.

“I send these love letters that it might jog a memory or two. You could ignore them or you could reply, whatever is fine. I just pray you won’t forget me forever. I love you.”

Now that you thought about it, this letter in comparison to the others from Hu Tao was very serious. She seemed upset at your memory loss, almost too upset to be a simple close friend of yours. You anticipated most that one day you would remember her place your life so that you could reply to her letters properly.

• Yoimiya tried her best to hide your vision, creating fakes, hiding you, anything. But her best wasn't enough, as one unsuspecting day the Tenryou Commission confiscated it even without a permit.

• You had to prevent Yoimiya from acting on impulse while you still retained your memories. She thought she could just storm in and take it back, but you didn't want to risk her life for your sake.

• Yoimiya would take care of you well, even if you didn't remember her at all. The only reason why she wouldn't personally go in to reclaim your vision was that she made a promise to you that she would refrain.

You wondered how you had gotten to where you were. Such a beautiful girl always took care of you, never took advantage of you, or injured you. Her warmth was so prominent that it almost brought tears to your eyes how generous this daughter was.

You felt guilty that you couldn't remember her, she would try daily to get you to remember something of your past. You could tell through context clues that she was your lover, but that was about all youd gotten out of her visits. Each day you could tell it wore on her mentality.

She would speak of stories and adventures you've had together, even recreating the fireworks you've had your core memories under. But seeing as how it never worked she grew silent and her visits were less frequent. “Yoimiya, can you tell me a story how we fell in love?” you asked the next time she brought you dinner.

Her eyes lit up, “really?” you've never asked for a story before. “Sure I'll tell you. It's a long story though, are you sure you're willing to bear with it? Sometimes I feel I bore you constantly.”

“I’m confident. There might never be a day that get my vision back, so I might never get my memories back. Even though I can't remember you Yoimiya... I'm already falling in love with you all over again.” she blushed a little, butterflies gathered in her stomach for the first time since you've lost everything.

[mummybear]

You know when you feel like someone was always meant to be in your life? Well that feeling for me was confirmed when I met you. Only it didn’t feel like I was meeting you for the first time, it felt like I was seeing my oldest friend after years apart. It felt like we’d gone around supermarkets buying junk food a million times before. It felt like I’d spent a hundred nights falling asleep giggling beside you. It felt like we’d been on a thousand coffee and brunch dates… and the goodbye stung, but my heart knew it was temporary. Happy birthday Chelsea, I love you 😘

Ugh Bee! Now I'm all emotional! 😭😭😭 this just perfectly sums up our relationship ❤ i can't wait to see you again babe, especially now it's all planned out! I don't know where I'd be if i hadn't met you, and you're so right everything you've said in this ask is put perfectly! Imma go cry now! But i love you gorgeous, thankyou so much for being you ❤🥰🥰❤

[bobasheebaby]

Monachopsis- Monsters chapter 5

Pairing: Olivia x Liam, Olivia x Emma (MC), minor Liam x Emma (MC)

Word count: 2,418

Warnings: Evil Liam, Evil Olivia, manipulation, mild nsfw 

Summary: Emma and Olivia get cleaned up. The group prepares to leave New York.

A/N: More evil Liam. This one is severely twisted. This is a collaboration with @sirbeepsalot, so hang onto your seats.

Series warnings: Evil Liam, Evil Olivia, child abuse, character death, abuse, knife violence, blood, unhealthy sexual situations, NSFW content to come. By asking to be tagged you acknowledge you are at least 18 years of age.

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Disclaimer: We only own our OC’s, the rest we are just borrowing from PB.

Monachopsis: The small but somehow persistent weird feeling that you're out of place.

Emma rested in the bath for several minutes, her hand haphazardly popping bubbles from the vanilla bath soap Olivia gave her. She felt guilty for pushing her away. Obviously she isn't trying to use you. If she was, she wouldn’t have helped you get away from Trey. She thought of the wound on her chest, how swollen and angry it was compared to the bruised flesh of her other breast. She let him do that to her to save you.

She slipped out of the bath and patted herself dry before wrapping her body in a luxurious towel, all the time chastising herself for her actions. She left when you told her you didn’t want to make the same mistake twice. She looked hurt but respected your wishes.

She opened the door and left the bedroom suite. Maybe she will want to join you after Liam cleans her wound. She looked around the suite, unsure of where Liam and Olivia were. She noticed a room service cart to the side of the living area. She walked over and plucked a strawberry off a tray before biting into its juicy flesh. She loved strawberries but Trey didn’t like them.

She quickly ate a second one before returning to the task of finding Olivia and Liam. She noticed a door to what she assumed to be another bedroom suite ajar and smiled as she padded across the room. The door was ajar and she heard soft voices whispering. She paused as she tried to figure out what they were saying but she couldn’t make out the words.

Her hand shook as it fell from the door. They are using you--they won’t even speak freely when they believe you are in the bath! She shook her head to clear her negative thoughts. Why do you always suspect the worst? They aren’t Trey. Maybe they are planning a nice surprise. Maybe they don’t want to disturb you while you relax.

Her hand reached up and cracked the door open when she paused. The unmistakable sound of a moan filtered through the gap. Her heart plummeted as tears sprang to her eyes. I knew it! I always pick the wrong people! Damnit, Emma, pull it together--you knew they were together!

She carefully pushed the door wide enough to look through the gap and bit back a gasp at what she saw. The pair sat on the bed, Olivia dressed in a white robe, Liam beside her, his pajama pants pushed down exposing his hardened length.

They aren’t doing anything wrong, you turned her down, now stop staring before you get caught! Her eyes remained glued on the pair; she was unable to tear them away no matter how hard she tried.

She watched Olivia’s lips move as her hand stroked Liam’s cock. Emma leaned in and focused on picking up anything they were saying. She stepped backwards as she made out a few words. Are they talking about how we killed Trey? She shook her head and tried desperately to understand what she witnessed. She slowly backed away when she heard Liam’s breath come faster and quickly walked away before they found her spying on them.

--

Olivia smiled as she saw Emma still in the bath. Being pushed away had stung at first but she understood; had she not had Liam for support she would’ve been wary to trust new people too. She still was, but something about Emma was different. She could spend hours trying to pinpoint the reason and still be confused by why she felt so drawn to her.

"Enjoying the bath?" Olivia asked as she shrugged off her robe and hung it on the door.

"It's getting a bit cold … I was going to get out." She looked and saw the disappointment on Olivia's face. She lifted her hands from the water. "I'm getting prunny."

Olivia laughed, her emerald eyes glittering with joy. "Well we can't have that now." She picked up the body wash and walked to the shower. “I'm going to take a quick shower. Room service is here--why don't you eat while it’s hot."

She turned back to preparing her shower, very aware that Emma was still the the tub. She turned the shower on and waited for the room to fill with steam before stepping in. The water felt like a thousand bees stinging her over and over. She picked up a cloth and washed her body, the remnants of their actions that night swirling down the drain. Olivia turned off the water and watched Emma through the glass. She wondered why she was sitting in cold water when five minutes ago she wanted to towel off.

"Emma, is something wrong?" Olivia sat on the edge of the bath to find tears in Emma's eyes.

Emma looked up at Olivia with watery eyes, guilt from spying on them twisting her stomach in knots. She chewed the inside of her lip, debating if she should mention what she had seen. If you tell her and it changes their minds about you where does it leave you? You have nothing, no one. "Could it stay between us?" She was so used to anger being the response she couldn’t risk upsetting Liam.

Olivia nodded, her brows knitting together in confusion and worry.

“Umm … I saw you and Liam ... together.”

Olivia closed her eyes and let out a breath. This wasn't how she wanted her to find out. "Liam and I have a complicated friendship at times. We were planning to tell you more about us tomorrow after the excitement of today died down."

“Okay,” she replied, her words barely a whisper.

Their heads raised and turned as they heard a gentle rap on the door.

"Yes? Liam?"

"The delivery from Bergdorf arrived. I'll set it outside the door for when you're ready."

"Thanks Liam. We're just finishing up."

“What delivery? What would Bergdorf be sending at this time of night?” Emma questioned.

Olivia smiled. “A nightdress.” She stood, offering Emma her hand.

Emma looked up at Olivia with surprise. She took her hand, carefully pulling herself up from the bath. She hesitated, her shame at being seen completely bare with all her scars visible to the marked goddess before her.  

Olivia sensed her hesitation as Emma’s eyes fell to her arms. “See?” Olivia said as she stroked her hand up Emma’s arm. “You’re perfect just like me. Now, come on, let’s dress so you can eat.”

Emma paused as she lifted her body from the bath. “Aren’t you going to eat too?”

Olivia started to say no but the hopefulness in Emma’s pale green eyes gave her pause. “We’ll see.”

--

Emma stretched between the luxurious sheets, a small smile on her lips as she remembered the last 12 hours. She felt surprisingly calm and happy after the nights events. She couldn’t remember the last time she slept so well.

She rolled to her side and opened her eyes to find she was alone in the bed. Surprise filled her at the revelation. I really am free. Even nights she went to bed alone, she’d wake up bare and with Trey. Was she really safe or were they just filling her with a false sense of security, spilling empty promises just to pull them out from under her? She heard sounds coming from the main room of the suite and went to investigate.

She found Liam sitting on the sofa sipping coffee and reading the paper. Nearby, a food service cart held a variety of continental breakfast foods.

“Emma,” Liam said as he laid his paper down, “How did you sleep?”

“That was the most comfortable bed I’ve ever slept in,” she said. “How was your night?”

Liam smiled as he sipped his coffee. “Wonderful, as always. Breakfast is by the table. If you would like something else, we can call room service.”

Emma walked to the cart and picked up a small plate. She looked over the spread and didn’t know where to start. She started with strawberries and yogurt before pickup up a piece of fruit that was new to her. Here’s to trying more new things.

She sat across from Liam and started on her breakfast. “Where is Olivia?”

“She went to Bergdorf’s to pick up some items for you. We realized you don’t have anything to wear and we wanted you to be comfortable.”

“That’s nice,” Emma said before eating a strawberry. The idea of someone shopping for her--assuming to know her tastes, dressing her--made her feel a bit uncomfortable, but she knew she couldn’t leave the hotel dressed in her pajamas despite how expensive they were.

She turned her head when she heard the door to the suite open. Olivia stepped inside carrying two large bags. “Emma, Liam, good morning!” She set the bags down before coming to sit next to Emma on the sofa. “I’m sure he told you about my secret mission this morning, didn’t you Li?”

Liam chuckled. “She asked, and you know I can’t keep secrets from you.”

“I hope it isn’t creepy for you, Emma, but I did a little shopping this morning to pick you up something to wear home. If you don’t like it, we can go to the store and you pick out something you like better. Once we are back in Cordonia, I’ll have my personal shopper meet with you and help you build your own wardrobe.”

Emma’s stomach fluttered. She couldn’t remember the last time she bought new clothes, much less pieces that weren’t off discount store clearance racks. “I’m sure whatever you picked out will be lovely. You have good style.”

“Thanks babe,” Olivia said. Emma admired her leather pencil skirt and pussy bow silk blouse as she walked to the bags. “Come along, let’s get you dressed. We have a plane to catch.”

Olivia led Emma to the bedroom and shut the door. “Now, I want you to know you are worthy of our love. I saw you with Trey and I’ve seen what cruel people did to your body. Liam and I experienced awful things growing up, so we really do understand. But now, we have reclaimed our power,” Olivia said as she took Emma’s hand, giving it a soft squeeze, “and we will never live in fear again because we have the right to protect ourselves.” Olivia watched Emma’s eyes as her words swirled through the young woman's mind. We will never live in fear again… we have the right to protect ourselves. The concept of protecting herself felt weird and foreign.

Olivia gave her hand a final squeeze before setting the bags on the bed. “I wasn’t sure, so I picked up a few options. We’ll send back whatever you don’t want to keep.”

Emma watched as Olivia laid out a small selection of tops, sweaters, and pants that could be mixed and matched to make several causal but designer outfits.

“What do you think, Emma? I was looking for something comfortable for the flight home.”

Emma walked to the bed and ran her finger over the panties Olive purchased. The tag flipped over showing they cost $49. The price of one jacket made her do a double-take. That was my share of the rent.

Emma leaned into Olivia and rested her head on her shoulder. “What do you think I should wear?” When she didn’t hear a response, she glanced up to see Olivia watching her.

“This isn’t about what I want you to wear. It’s your body so you should wear what makes you feel good about yourself. I just picked up some basic pieces to get you dressed for the trip home.”

Emma nodded her head before selecting a pair of dark trousers, a polka dot blouse, and a chunky knit cardigan. She pulled on a pair of leather booties and admired herself in the mirror. “It’s been a long time since I’ve worn something with polka dots. I loved them as a kid.” Emma smoothed down the front of the cardigan. “What do you think?”

“I think you look gorgeous. You just need a couple things.” Olivia pulled out a large gift bag from a bag she left by the door. “You are a noble woman now. I put this little gift together for you.”

Noble woman?! Emma’s mind swam as she realized how little she truly knew of her new life. She raised her head, the thoughts escaping her mind as Liam softly knocked on the door and poked his head in. “You ladies nearly ready?” His eyes traced the curves of Emma’s petite frame as he stepped into the room.

Emma shrank under his gaze; she was all too familiar with the way his brows furrowed and the way he tucked his lip between his teeth. She’d seen that face on Trey more times than she wanted to count.

“Is that what you intend to wear?”

Olivia noticed Emma’s unease; this was not how they would win her to their side. She refused to lose Emma like she had Juliet. “She on looks nice Liam. Besides, she should be comfortable. It is a long flight home.”

“Of course. Comfort is important..” Liam replied, his body tense, though his voice was light.

“We will be out shortly.”

Emma took the bag and set it on the bed, her small frame resembling one of a scolded child. “Should I change? Did I upset him?” Her previous enthusiasm over her new look was gone.

“There is nothing wrong with your outfit. Liam is just not … used to being able to dress down. Don’t mind him.” Olivia sat next to her on the bed. “Now go on, open your gift.”

Emma pulled the tissue back and gasped. “Is this a Daemarrel bag? For me?”

“Every woman needs a go-to bag and I noticed you admiring mine. Inside are other small necessities and gifts that I hope you like.”

She watched as Emma carefully explored the contents of the bag like a child who wasn’t sure it was time to open presents. She couldn’t believe Olivia’s generosity. Emma found simple diamond stud and gold hoop earrings and a matching makeup bag filled with essentials. This must have cost a fortune. What do they expect in return?

It suddenly dawned on her that they hadn’t actually spoke of what would become of her once they got to Cordonia.

Did I make a mistake?

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[whooambouttamakeanameformyself]

What did I do?

(Dano!Riddler x Nonbinary reader)

Please do not repost my work but feel free to share!

18+ story

(Warnings: angst, anger, yelling, hurtful words.)

- in this onceshot the reader is autistic and nonbinary . Reader and Ed get into a fight over something the reader says.-

Edward paced around his apartment trying to calm his breathing as he thought about what y/n had said to him earlier that day.

"I wish you weren't so much like my mother."

How could y/n say that to him? Then act like they didn't understand why he was so upset? Ed was so full of anger in the moments after what y/n said that he just exploded at them without thinking and what he said back to them was way worse than anything he'd ever said to anyone before, his words hit y/n like a brick causing them to break down in tears, letting out pained apologies as he stormed out of their apartment.

Now Ed was back at his apartment beginning to feel immense guilt for how he treated y/n, he realized a few minutes into his angered pacing that he wasn't really upset with y/n, he was upset with himself for how he acted. Realizing the huge mistake he'd made he began to mentally berate himself as he raced out of his apartment, warm tears beginning to roll down his cheeks.

He by the time he got to

y/n's apartment his lungs were burning and his legs felt like they'd give out any second, he leaned against the wall, catching his breath for a moment before knocking on the door. He could hear y/n crying on the other side which made his heart break, he hadn't meant to make them cry and now they were locked in their apartment crying because of him.

Ed debated on using the key y/n had given him but decided against it thinking it probably wasn't a good idea to enter the apartment uninvited after his outburst. He knocked again but harder this time hoping y/n would hear, they must have because the crying quieted down leaving the apartment silent aside from the sound of soft footsteps on the carpeted floor slowly approaching the door.

Ed heard the click of the lock and the jingle of the door chain being undone allowing the door to open. Before y/n could even see who had been knocking they were scooped up in a tight and  suffocating hug, he knew exactly who it was.

"E-Ed! let me go!"

Edward didn't want to let go of y/n but he did what they asked of him and let them go. Y/n took a few steps back to put some distance between them

"What the hell do you want? Haven't you already done enough damage? Or have you come back for round two of 'let's make y/n feel worthless!'?"

Edward's heart shattered, tears began to roll down his cheeks again.

"N-no! Please listen! I'm sorry"

Y/n shook his head

"No. No you aren't, You aren't sorry."

Y/n gently grabbed Edward's shoulders guided him backwards through the front door and out into the hallway.

"Go away and never come back."

Now it was Edward's turn to sob, the only person he'd ever loved didn't want to see him again, he'd become the kind of person he'd vowed to protect them from and that stung worse than a thousand bees.

He dropped to his knees with a thud, head in his hands as he began to let out strained sobs, he didn't want to lose them, not like this... he'd dreamed of marrying them one day, maybe adopting a child, and growing old together. So many things that wouldn't happen now because of him....

Y/n began to close the door but Edward quickly stopped them, doing the only thing he could think of to do...

Beg.

On his hands and knees like a dog Edward began to beg, feeling no shame as he did so. Neighbors heard the commotion and poked their heads out to see what was going on, all of them getting confused and concerned looks on their faces as they watched a grown man on his hands and knees begging for forgiveness.

"Y/n! Please! I-I'll do anything! Anything you want, J-Just name it! Anything to convince you I truly am sorry!"

Y/n stared down at Edward feeling bad for the poor man, what Edward said did hurt but seeing him on the floor begging for forgiveness like a sinner in the catholic church made y/n feel really bad for pushing him away.

They got on their knees and placed a gentle hand on Edward's cheek, tilting his head up to look at them. They wiped away some of his tears with their thumb as they soothingly stroked his brown locks with the other.

"Oh Eddie...."

Edward sniffed as he calmed down, leaning into y/n's hand enjoying their gentle touch.

"T-Take me back? I-I'm so sorry I said those things to you... I promise I'll do whatever you ask to prove that I am..."

He sounded so weak and broken, so tired...

Y/n slowly helped him to his feet before pulling him into the apartment and closing the door so the neighbors would get the hint.

"Eddie please calm down.... I'm still upset with you but I shouldn't have treated you so badly. I don't want you to leave..."

Y/n wraps their arms around Edward's waist as they buried their face into his chest, tears starting to fall again.

Edward didn't hesitate to return the hug, placing a kiss on the top of y/n's head.

"Don't worry angel, I'm not going anywhere."

End?

(Well it was a bit rushed but still good I think! I might make a part two to this oneshot where Ed proves he's sorry. If anyone has any suggestions on what he should do let me know!

Hope you liked it! -Rat.)

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Duke Reviews Tv: Smallville 1x18 Drone

Hello, I'm Andrew Leduc And Welcome To Duke Reviews Tv Where We Are Continuing Our Look On Smallville By Talking About Episode 18 Of Season 1, Drone...

This Story Sees Clark Running For Class President With The Help Of Pete Who Decides To Be His Manager But Unbeknownst To Clark, One Of His Competitors, Sasha Woodman Is Eliminating The Other Competitors One By One, With The Aid Of Her Power To Control Bees...

Will Clark Stop Sasha Before He Feels The Sting Of Her Bees?

Let's Find Out As We Watch Drone...

The Episode Starts At Smallville High As Student Elections Are Just Beginning With Sasha Woodman (Who Despite Being Apart Of Many Committees And Knowing More About Student Government Is More Of A Worker Than A Leader) Paul Chan (Who Is The Most Qualified Man For The Job Despite Elections Not Being About Merit But Popuarity) And Felice Chandler (Who Is Not Only Head Cheerleader But Is President Of The Drama Club) All Signing Up To Become Candidates...

But As Pete And Chloe Talk About The Upcoming Election, Later That Night, Paul Makes Flyers Before Getting Ready For Bed Only To Hear The Sound Of Buzzing In His Sink...

The Next Day At School, It's Revealed That Paul Is In The Hospital Due To The Bee Attack And That Center For Environmental Protection Is Sending Out A Team To Investigate How It Happened But Paul Isn't Dropping Out Of The Race Because Of It As He Would Be Better By The Time He Would Possibly Take Office...

But As Pete, Chloe And Clark Do That, Pete Reveals That He Has A Surprise For Our Hero Clark And That's That He Has Signed Clark Up For The Class Elections...

Not Exactly Happy About This, Pete Tries To Convince Clark To Run By Saying That It'll Be Easy Just Show Up, Shake A Couple Hands And Give An Election Speech And It's In The Bag...

Uh, Pete, I Think It Takes More Than That To Win An Election...

Either Way, Clark's Going To Need More Convincing...

Meanwhile, Lex Is On His Way To The Luthorcorp Plant In His Car When He Comes Across A Hot Pair Of Legs In A Broken Down Corvette...

Offering To Help The Woman, Whose Played By A Former Mighty Duck, She Refuses But When Lex Figures Out The Woman Is From Metropolis And She Starts Asking Him Questions, Lex Soon Realizes...

Introducing Herself As Carrie Castle, A Staff Reporter For The Metropolis Journal, She Tells Lex That She Wants To Do A Fair And Accurate Profile On Lex And His Work In Smallville That Will Give Him The Legitimacy He Needs To Get Out Of Lionel's Shadow. But Despite The Good Pitch, Lex Declines However, He Does Give Her Brownie Points For A Good Effort...

Upset With Pete For Placing His Name On The Ballot, Clark Is Confronted By Sasha Who Asks Him Why He's Running As He Has No Interest In Student Politics, But Telling Sasha That It's All A Joke And He Intends On Dropping Out, Sasha Backs Off...

Asking About His Chances If He Runs, Chloe Basically Tells Clark That They're About 3,720 To One...

Returning Home To The Farm, Clark Discovers That His Parents Have Found One Of Pete's Flyers For Clark Running For Class President...

Telling His Parents That He Intends On Dropping Out, They Instead Believe This To Be A Good Idea As It's Something That Doesn't Involve Him Using His Powers..

Going Down To The Talon To Talk With Lana, Clark Finds Her Upset As The Talon Is Basically Empty Aside From Her Doing Everything Possible To Bring People In From Flyers To Coupons To Price Cuts And Nothing Has Worked, Suggesting That She Talk With Lex, Lana Tells Clark That She's Tried Only For Him To Be Silent On The Matter,..

But Aside From That, She Talks With Clark About His Campaign Saying That It's A Good Idea As Well, As He Is Honest And Has An Innate Sense Of Justice So, With That Said Clark Decides To Run...

Visiting Lex Who Has Also Discovered That Clark Is Running For Class President, He Gives Him Some Advice While Also Giving Him A New Campaign Slogan As Clark Tells Him About The Talon's Situation Only For Lex To Tell Clark That The Talon Has To Find It's Own Feet To Survive...

The Next Day At School, Chloe Talks With Clark About Why He's Running Only For Her To Discover That It's Because Of Lana Despite Him Lying Saying That He Thinks That He Could Do A Good Job...

(Start At 0:42, End At 1:42)

Returning To Her Campaign Headquarters(That Looks More Like A Twister Hit It), Sasha Hangs Clark's Campaign Flyer Next To Felice's As It's Revealed That She's The One That Sent Bees To Paul's House Because She Can Control Them...

Working On Her Bed Story For The Torch, Chloe Tells Clark That The CEP Discovered That The Bees Didn't Migrate From Their Usual Places However, Beekeepers From All Over The State Are Discovering That Their Hives Are Empty Which Is Weird As Bees Are Notorious Followers And They Wouldn't Desert Their Hives Without Reason ...

But As Chloe Talks With Clark About This, He Discovers That Chloe Isn't Supporting Him For Class President But Paul Because Chloe Knows The Only Reason That Clark's Running Is Because Pete Suckered Him Into It And That Paul Has A Better View On The Issues Than He Does...

Mad That His Friend Isn't Supporting Him, Clark Marches Off...

Visiting The Talon To Place Flyers, Clark And Pete Find It Completely Empty Except For Lana, Whitney And His Friends Who Are Only There Because Whitney Forced Them To Come...

Great, That Makes Up For Every Horrible Thing Whitney Has Done To Lana...Not!

(Start At 0:45, End At 1:49)

The Next Day At School, Sasha Tries To Get Felice To Drop Out Of The Election, But Calling Her A Freak, Sasha Decides To Place Matters Into Her Own Hands By Having The Bees Attack Felice In Her Car After School...

Back At The Luthor Mansion, Lex Is Getting A Massage By A Masseuse However, He Soon Discovers That The Masseuse Is Carrie Castle. Liking Her Enthusiasm, Lex Figures Out That The Only Reason She's Trying To Nail Him Is Because Her Editor Promised Her A Column Of Her Own If She Did...

Getting On His Good Side, Lex Finally Agrees To What She Wants Only If She Finishes Massaging Him For The Hour He Paid For...

Found By Principal Kwan, When He Was Trying To Leave The Campus In His Car, Chloe Tells Clark That Felice Is In A Coma, Which Makes Clark Remember That Last Year Sasha Was Attacked By A Whole Hive Of Bees Which Leads Him To Theorize That She's Somehow Controlling Them...

Uh, Gee, You Think!?!

If An Accident Happened To One Of The Candidates And It Involved Bees While Also Including The Fact That This Is Smallville, Land Of The Weird And Unusual And People Get Powers Here Daily I Think That Just Theorizing About Something Should Be Thrown Out The Window And It Should Instead Be Placed Into The Land Of Reality!

Either Way Chloe Says She'll Look Into It And Warns Clark To Watch His Back...

Running Into Sasha In The Hallway, She Tries To Get Clark To Drop Out But Believing In Democracy, Clark Refuses...

(Start At 1:39, End At 2:20)

Going To The Talon To Write His Acceptance Speech With Lana That Night, They End Up Talking About The Talon Only To Stop When They Hear Noise In The Vents...

(Start At 1:09, End At 1:58)

Taking Lana Back To The Farm, She Got A Little Stung By The Bees But She'll Be Fine Either Way She's More Concerned About The Insurance Forms...

As She's Being Picked Up By Nell, Lana Apologizes To Clark That They Didn't Get Too Far On His Speech But He's Not As Worried About That Right Now As He Is Finding Sasha. Suggesting That Clark Get Chloe, He Tells Her That He's Still Pretty Mad At Her Over Not Choosing Him Because They're Friends...

But Despite That Lana Sides With Chloe Believing She Only Did What She Felt Was Right And Decided Instead To Be Objective On The Issue, Choosing The Candidate She Felt Was Right For The Job...

The Next Day, Clark Stops By Sasha's Campaign Headquarters Where He Runs Into Chloe And They Make Up (Despite Them Being Back To Being Angry At Each Other In The Next Episode)

Anyway, They Look Around The Building Only To Discover Stalagmites Up Above That Have Been Built By The Bees When Clark Finds Honey On His Jacket. Wondering How Sasha Is Controlling Them? Chloe Believes That She's Emitting Something Called The Queen Mandibular Phermone...

Which She Picked Up When She Fell Into A Hive Of Africanized Honey Bees A Thousand Times To Which Doctors Had No Hope That She Would Survive As She Was Allergic With No Idea How She Survived Chloe Discovered That The Honey Bees Were In Shuster's Gorge Meaning The Bees Did Something To Make Her Their Queen...

Vowing To Stop Sasha, Chloe Tells Clark He Better Do It Quick Because Eventually The Scent Will Wear Off And The Bees Will Kill Her...

Meanwhile At The Talon, Lex Has A Meeting With Carrie Castle When He Manages To Get Ahold Of The Rough Draft Which Doesn't Paint Him In The Good Light As She Promised...

(Start At 2:47)

Meeting Clark At His Family's Barn, Clark Tells Sasha That He's Dropping Out Of The Race But Mentioning That She's Willing To Do Anything To Win Even If It Means Putting All Of Her Opponents In The Hospital Has Sasha Believing That Clark Hasn't Really Dropped Out...

(Start At 0:49, End At 3:40)

With Sasha Unconscious As The Bees Continue Their Attack, Clark Tosses A Screwdriver At Some Gas Tanks As He Covers Sasha When The Place Explodes...

Well, There's No Way Winnie The Pooh's Getting That Honey...

As Elections Pass It's Announced That Paul Is The New Class President As Chloe Takes Pics Of His Victory Party As He's Still In The Hospital But Though Her Candidate May Have Won, Chloe Is Proud Of Clark For Showing Dignity In Defeat...

Noticing The Crowd At The Talon, Lana Tells Lex That They May Have More Nights Like This As The Beanery Has Several Health Code Violations That They've Been Trying To Cover Up, Asking Chloe To Look Into It Lana Discovered That It's True...

Congratulating Lana For Taking His Advice, He Talks With Clark Afterwards As He's Learned That He's Not Destined For Politics But Telling Him That He Doesn't Have To Do That To Change The World, Clark Asks Lex If He's Interested In Politics Which Leads Lex To Tell Clark That He'd Like To Be President...

To Which You All Know By Now That By The Time Clark Is Fully Superman, Lex Becomes President Of The United States...

And Has Me Wondering If Clark Is Slapping Himself On The Face For Somewhat Giving Lex That Idea When They Were Younger...

The Next Day At The Luthor Mansion, Lex Invites Carrie Castle Over To Congratulate Her For Catching Him With His Guard Down...

(Start At 0:31, End At 1:45)

Visiting Clark At His Family Barn As He's Taking Down His Campaign Headquarters, She Tells Clark That While She's Not Sure If She Liked Playing Dirty With The Beanery She Tells Clark That She Kind Of Enjoyed Being A Little Underhanded..

Honey, Your Career Of Being Underhanded Is Just Beginning...

Asking If He Finished His Speech, Clark Tells Lana That He Did But He Highly Doubts That Anyone Wants To Hear It But Saying She Does He Says Exactly What He Wrote To Lana Ending The Episode...

And That's Drone And I Like This Episode...

The Story Is Really Good, The Characters Are Well Written, The Villain Was Interesting If Not Somewhat Tragic Because Of The Way Her Parents Treated Her And The Effects Were Pretty Nice With The Bees, All I Have To Say Is See It...

Till Next Time, This Is Duke, Signing Off...