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milkoomi · 3 days ago

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⋆˚࿔ a new canvas means a new you 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

a mini series on the art of becoming a better you

inspired by this podcast i watched recently !!

chapter one — THE ART OF LETTING GO

letting go is one of the strongest and bravest things we can do for ourselves. whether it be letting go of toxic relationships, bad habits, or simply just things that no longer serve you, being able to do something like that will help us grow stronger and create a better life for ourselves. i’m sure there’s so many things, or even people, that have been weighing you down or hindering your own progress, so take that first step and let. them. go.

ᥫ᭡. things/people to let go of

bad friends/partners

toxic relationships, whether romantic or platonic, are extremely hard to free yourself from, but you have to put yourself first. you are always your number one priority. if you believe in “treat others how you want to be treated”, then you should believe in making sure others are treating you the way you want to be treated. you can always give and give to the people in your life, but relationships are a two-way street, babe. you can’t give your all when the person or people you’re giving too isn’t giving anything in return! don’t continue to expend any more of your energy on those who won’t even consider trying to give you even an ounce of energy back. it’s not worth it.

when you’re in a toxic relationship, you start to realize how poorly you’re being treated, but because you want to try and fix the relationship or mend it somehow, you stay. and staying is one of the worst things you can do for yourself. while you try and try to fix something that you aren’t even responsible for fixing, you just keep hurting yourself over and over; making yourself even more miserable in the relationship. and you don’t deserve that! you don’t deserve to be treated poorly time and time again, you never deserved that kind of treatment to begin with!

let them go. leave. free yourself from the constant heartbreak, betrayal, and pain. you’ll lose yourself if you stay, and i know that you’re trying to find a better version of yourself, so if you stay you’ll never find that person. you’ll keep getting lost and you’ll keep getting further and further away from your own happiness that you do deserve.

“but how do i leave?”

if we’re talking toxic friends: distance yourself. put distance between you and them until you’re too far away for them to reach. keep conversations short, keep responses to a minimum until you eventually have gone so far that they can’t find you anymore.

or simply: cut them off, immediately. block them on everything. instagram, twitter, tiktok— all social media. block their number. block them out of your life for good. they don’t deserve to see you, to hear from you, to have the chance to try and speak to you; they do not deserve you.

if we’re talking romantic relationships: send them a message. whether it’s a letter you send to their house or even through a text, send them a message. if you do it through text, do not feel any remorse for doing so. there’s this whole idea of “if you break up with them over text, you’re a coward”, and in most cases i can see that to be true, but if you’re in a relationship where your partner does not value you, respect you, or even love you the way you’re meant to be loved then they don’t even deserve the courtesy of an in-person break up.

sometimes we’re put in situations where even sending a message may seem impossible because our partner has taken too much control over us. when this kind of situation happens, we have to put our foot down. if you feel like you have no control, even over yourself, you need to leave. you have to do whatever it takes to leave because you should never, and i mean never, be put in any kind of situation or relationship where you feel like you have no control over yourself. you should never stay in a relationship that makes you feel trapped or that makes you feel scared to leave. you are allowed to leave no matter what anyone says.

additional note: if you are ever put in a situation where you feel unsafe in a relationship, please reach out for help. whether it be your family, a friend, or even an authoritative figure, please reach out for help. you do not deserve to ever feel unsafe by someone who’s supposed to love you.

negative self-talk

most times we are our own worst enemy. there have been so many times where i’ve put myself down with extremely hurtful words— words i would never say to someone i loved. if i wouldn’t say those awful things to someone i cared about, why should i say them to myself? we need to let go of talking down on ourselves. the more we put ourselves down with hurtful words, the more we let our insecurities take over and eventually consume us.

we have to be kind to ourselves. at the end of each day, we only ever have ourselves. you need to always have your own back! talk to yourself like you would to someone you love! talk to yourself with love.

negative self-talk gives more energy to those who try to hurt us. the more energy we put into hurting ourselves, even more energy will put into those who feel like they have power over us. do you really want someone who puts you down feel like they have so much more power over you? no, right? then, please, use that energy to bring more confidence and power into yourself. the only person who should have power over you, is you. use your own power to bring yourself up, not bring yourself down.

“but it seems too hard, where do i start?”

applaud yourself for making achievements no matter how big or small! did you make your bed today? then congratulate yourself! did you get a promotion or raise at your job? then tell yourself how proud you are! it doesn’t matter what the achievement is, if you accomplished it then you deserve more than a pat on the back from yourself. always take pride in your work, always treat small wins as the biggest win of the day, always tell yourself that you are so proud of who you are becoming and what you’ve accomplished.

compliment your appearance, makeup, or outfit! maybe your skin’s been improving, so you should look in the mirror and say “hey, you have really beautiful skin!” or maybe you snapped a pic of the makeup look you just did, then you should say “wow, i’m really talented at doing my makeup! it turned out great!” or maybe you put together an outfit for your day, then you should say, “i made a really great choice in my clothes today! this looks so nice!”

treat yourself with kindness, care, respect, and love. you need to uplift yourself to feel like your best self! literally, just talk to yourself. look in the mirror and have a sweet conversation with yourself and just admire who you see in the reflection.

sometimes we have to fake it til we make it, and honestly? it works! even if you start out and you feel like you’re lying to yourself, still do it. do it until it finally starts to feel real and then keep doing it from that point forward.

feeling embarrassed

we live in a day and age where everything that anyone does is labeled as “cringe”, and it’s exhausting. now, people feel like they can’t be who they are without feeling like they’re being “cringe” or without feeling embarrassed for being themselves or taking part in things they enjoy.

you should never feel embarrassed for being who you want to be or for enjoying things that genuinely make you happy. let go of feeling embarrassed! you are allowed to have fun and be happy being yourself. don’t ever let anyone make you feel like you can’t.

i always like to think, “well, if someone thinks i’m ‘cringe’ then they must not know how to have fun with their own life!” because that’s more than likely the truth! people will feel threatened by those who exude confidence in what they enjoy and who they are and those people will do anything to project their own insecurities onto others. it’s never anything you’re doing that’s wrong. what’s wrong is the fact that some people just can’t stand seeing others thrive. let yourself be someone that those haters can’t stand to see thrive.

i’ve said this before, and i’ll say it again, be unapologetically yourself.

ᥫ᭡. how to let go

letting go just means detaching yourself from the things/people that have held you down. it means to simply stop caring. i know i said “simply”, but of course it isn’t all that simple. this is something you have to work towards!

emotional detachment.

when you bring yourself the inability to attach your emotions to something or someone, you practice emotional detachment.

now, in some cases, emotional detachment may not be a good thing, but when you’re practicing or in the process of letting go it’s best to emotionally detach yourself from that thing or person.

acknowledge and reflect on your emotions! what do these things or people that you want to let go of make you feel? sadness? anger? frustration? grab a journal and write down all that you’re feeling. acknowledging and being aware that there are things/people who are making you feel a negative emotion is a great first step to emotional detachment. you’re being made aware of your feelings, thoughts, and emotions that are a result of the things/people you want to let go of— and that’s a good thing! it allows you to see how you’re still attached and helps you think “well, i don’t want to feel this way anymore” and will begin the next thought process of how you will start letting go of those particular feelings.

set boundaries! now that you’re aware of how these things/people make you feel, you can start setting boundaries for yourself. with people, like i mentioned earlier, you can create distance or even block them. of course, you can always try to set a boundary with that person, but remember: if they cross your boundary and continue to cross it, let them go. you put these boundaries in place and whoever it is that you are setting boundaries with needs to respect them just as they would want you to respect any of theirs. when it comes to setting personal boundaries for things like the ones i mentioned above, it’s the same idea of cutting off what makes you act on that negative self-talk or gives you that feeling of embarrassment. blocking hateful people on social media, unfollowing accounts that don’t make you feel good about yourself, and/or taking a break from social media and making more time for yourself in the real world.

focus on self care & yourself! after you’ve set some boundaries, whether it was with yourself or with others, start putting in more time focused on you. focus on things and people that genuinely make you happy, consume content that makes you feel good whether in general or makes you feel good about yourself, and practice self care! as i said in the beginning, you are always your number one priority. your happiness, your peace, and you overall should always come first in your own life.

ᥫ᭡. final notes

this is “the art of letting go” and art is always something you have to practice so that you get better at it! take your time and be patient with yourself. letting go isn’t an uphill battle, there’s going to a lot of ups and downs and feelings of uncertainty or even anxiety and fear, but i know you can do it! i know there isn’t a single thing that you can’t accomplish for yourself! you are capable of change and you are more than capable of becoming a a better version of yourself for yourself.

with lots of love, juno 🌷

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astrasng · 1 day ago

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Refined Secret || N.J

→ summary: you were engaged to jeno, nevertheless, his best man somehow twists your head in his direction.

→ pairing: manipulative!jaemin x fem!reader

→ wc: 3.3k

→ warning: smut || cheating, manupulation but just slightly!, reader is called dumb (by me lol) OJ fem receiving, nicknames, unprotected sex.

→ a/n: 'm so going crazy yall lol i love jeno btw he's my bias but it was logical to him being the best friend yk so i'm sorry if someone thinks it's shit like this but i promise it's WORTH IT. (i swear i’ll write something for him too to even it out)

enjoy!♡

You wish you could say this is not how you wanted your relationship to go with Jaemin. But no. All you wanted was that you have a good relationship with your husband’s best man,being the perfect fiancée that gets on well with everybody. Your husband-to-be prioritized his friends and family like no other, his friends incredibly important as he basically grew up with them.

He always found it adorable how hard you try to fit in with his group of friends, always welcoming them with open arms whenever he told you that his friends are coming over. He really did appreciate your hard work.

Jaemin loved his best friend, more than anything. But when he heard that he’s getting married to someone, he was the first who wanted to see the bride. Weird, right? Well, up until now he was simply jealous because there’s someone else in Jeno’s life now beside him. There will no longer be just Jaemin and Jeno, but Jeno and his fiancée. Of course, he was happy for him, but the minute his eyes landed on you he felt like he could turn the whole world upside down.

Ever since that day, he spent sleepless nights in his cold bed alone, trying to get you out of his head. This little game in his head repeated over and over every night, and there were times when it worsened those days when he saw you. After months of knowing you, after stroking himself every night in his bed at the thought of you smiling or laughing so prettily at something Jaemin said nearly always made him finish in his boxers, he decided to make his move.

You were loyal, never in your life thought about cheating on Jeno, your perfect fiancé. But sometimes you were too gullible, with the right words, your head was quickly turned in the wrong direction. But you thought, this should be fine, it’s his best friend! in a naive voice inside your head. Your eyes couldn't stay away from Jaemin either, whenever he came over he always flashed a leg shaking smile in your way, greeting you in a husky voice. He made your heart skip multiple beats whenever he sat down across from you at the table when he stayed over for dinner, or when the whole group was over for a get together. It felt like he always gave you more attention, his eyes never leaving yours when talking, nor when someone else talked.

It was infuriating seeing you being together with somebody else that is not him.

In Jaemin’s eyes, he didn’t see the chemistry between you and Jeno. And this is why he decided to prove to you that it’s useless being together with his best friend. Even if it hurt him, he needed you at this point. Jaemin felt his body physically drawn to you, his body always close to yours in a room, not holding himself back when his arm brushed against yours, or when that one time he practically brushed his crotch against your backside.

“Excuse me, darling.” You heard a voice behind you, then felt two hands gripping your hips to smoothly push you aside so Jaemin could walk past behind you. His warm hands on you made you look up into his eyes,seeing him smirking down at you when your breath hitched at feeling something subtly hard against you.

Since then, you can’t not blush in his presence.

The subtle leg brush against your leg snaps your head in another direction, directly in Jaemin’s half lidded smirk as he pays attention to his friend, Haechan, talking about something he finds in this circumstance simply boring. His chin is propped up against his hand as he keeps his gaze away from you, his hair perfectly styled which makes you want to dishevel just to see him blissed out from the pressure you usually use to grip on his hair.

But you can’t.

You told yourself multiple times since the last session you had with him. When Jaemin approached you for the first time, it was sudden but not unexpected. Both of you could feel the weird attraction between the two of you, the ache in your bodies spoke louder than any words. And later, your acts too. But you told Jaemin that it can’t happen again.

The thing is with him, he is determined. He wants you, he needs you, so he has to have you now. And you knew this perfectly, when you heard Jeno coming in the bedroom after a long day of work just to tell you that he’s throwing a get-together again the next day.

You know it perfectly, just as you stare at his annoyingly handsome face not looking at you. But here you are again, hungry for his attention.

“Jaemin, can you bring in the beer from the garage?” Your fiancé, Jeno, suddenly speaks up as he momentarily turns away from his conversation with Renjun. You snap your head in his way now, seeing him pointing at the garage door. Jaemin finally tears his eyes away from Haechan and looks at Jeno like everything is alright, immediately nodding at his request. As he stands up, he suddenly stops and walks back to him, bending down slightly to whisper something in his ear.

As you scan Jeno’s expression, he nods and gives him a pat on his shoulder. It makes you furrow your eyebrows together, quickly looking away from the scene and continue drinking your mocktail of the evening. But it doesn’t go in your way, it would be too easy.

“Baby, can you go with Jaemin? He doesn’t know where we usually keep the drinks.”

At your pet name, you freeze on the spot, the liquid in your mouth almost making you choke as you look up at Jeno again. He sweetly smiles at you, his attention halfly already back in the conversation going on on his side, trusting you that you can show him the way. Your stomach flips as you notice Jaemin smirking behind him, his hands still gripping the chair behind Jeno as he’s looking at you. His gaze roots inside you the longer he stills it on you, amused by your visibly frightened reaction at your fiancé’s request. But who are you to say no to him? This is exactly why Jaemin pretended to be dumb and nicely ask for some assistance from you, knowing that Jeno is too deep into something with Renjun.

“Please? I’m really into something here, baby.” Jeno pleads one last time as you nod your head and hesitantly stand up, seeing Jeno sending you a smile for helping his dear friend out.

When you stand up and walk around the table to get your way towards the door, you see Jaemin finally pushing himself away from the chair and following you swiftly, catching up behind you so close that you can practically hear his heartbeat. Your steps are calculated, your heart beating against your ribcage as you near the garage door, soon opening it with force so you can get over this quickly. As you open the door, the sudden cold and stale smell hits your nose while trying to find the switch to the lamp with your hands, the pitch black making you feel even more uneasy.

“Don’t worry, I got it.” Says Jaemin behind you, his hands immediately finding the switch in one swift motion, his body standing next to you radiating warmth in the room. As you slowly look up at him he sends you another smile, his hand now sliding down from the switch to catch your hand still on the wall. “Can you show me where the drinks are, princess?” He says lowly, biting down on his bottom lip as he can feel you shaking with nervousness, his hand catching your cold ones. “You’re so cold, baby. Do you want me to-”

“It’s over there, behind the shelves.” You cut him off as you push yourself away from him softly, now standing a few steps ahead of him. The door behind him is tightly shut, the light in the room flickering slightly as Jaemin’s body is still leaned against the wall. He looks like a dark fantasy in the shadows, his body alone making you dizzy as he’s just looking at you with dark eyes. Your rejection makes him let out a chuckle and step further away from the door, walking closer to you once again, but before you can blink, he’s walking toward the shelf you pointed to, his broad shoulder disappearing for a second.

As you’re left alone, you can let out the breath you holded in for so long, the air hitting your lungs immediately as you slowly step backwards towards the cold wall, your head already clearing out as the minutes passes.

“Uhm, they are not here, princess.”

Jaemin’s hesitating voice suddenly rings from behind the shelf, making you open your eyes and go around to find him looking down at the empty mini fridge in the corner. You furrow your eyebrows, stepping closer to examine the place but your eyes can’t find the searched drinks. “Hm, this is weird. We put it here when we arrived.” You vividly remember coming in the garage with Jeno to put away the drinks bought for tonight, the cold air still remaining in your memories too.

You look around once more, picking yourself up from the squatting position to stand next to Jaemin. “Well, I guess you’re not getting beer tonight.” You say as you stand up,but then you notice Jaemin’s body turned fully in your direction, his eyes boring into yours with desire. There’s that stupid smirk pitched on his mouth and your entire world is moulded around him again. You feel your heart pick up as he steps closer to you again, his head slightly tilted to the side.

“Jaemin..maybe we should go back to the others-”

“You want this.” He breathes, his eyes never leaving yours as you weakly look up into his. He visibly can see the denial on your face, eyebrows slightly furrowed together. “You get wet just thinking about this little game we’re playing behind your fiancé….you get wet just thinking about me,aren’t you, baby?”

His sentence only proves to you how goddam stupid you are.

You can hardly look into his eyes as the pictures of you stretched open and sore from the amount of times he has fucked you in different places flashbacks in your mind.It always takes you back when he praised you without hesitation the whole time he fucked into your pussy, until you were trembling and pleading for more. It was weeks ago since you last did it with him, your ache only can be soothed by him. You needed him and he knew it better than anyone.

“You don’t get it, do you?” He says finally, his eyes still looking down at your plump lips, his hand sneaking around your waist to grab, his body now fully pushing you against the wall. You struggle to breath, your chest touching his as you try to get air in your lungs again, thinking about how wrong this is. But it never happens, because Jaemin brings one finger up to caress your exposed neck. “You gave me a taste, baby. Don’t expect me to let go now.” He draws circles on your skin, his warm breath hitting your ear as his lips ghost above your shell.

“I see the way you look at me,you want me just as much as I want you.” He whispers, his words making you squeeze your eyes together like all this can disappear like it's magic. As you take another breath your breasts push against him again, making him groan out in agony, his hand on your hips pulling you even closer until you feel his hardened member pressing against you. Upon that, you can’t help but whimper, your shaky hands landing on his strong forearms.

“I’m not a temporary desire, baby.”

With that, Jaemin pulls you by the neck and kisses you, hungrily, and deeply. His tongue easily slides inside your warm mouth,teeths claddering together as saliva spills from the corner of your mouth. He pushes his body closer to your, his hips stuttering as he feels the friction between you finally reaching him, rubbing his clothed cock against you repeatedly.

“Jaemin, we shouldn’t-” You pull away from his chasing mouth, the air between you already hot enough to warm up the whole room alone. Letting your plea go past his ears, he continues to kiss your exposed neck, the delicate skin feeling delicious as he can feel the vibration against his lips caused by the moan you let out. There’s a wet spot soaking through your underwear by the time Jaemin finally takes his hand and slowly slides it under your dress. He groans when he feels the slickness soaking his fingers already, his head nuzzling more in the crook of your neck. “Fuck, sweetheart. You were this wet while sitting across from me? Dirty girl.” He pants into your ear as his hips can’t stop chasing the friction to ease the pain in his painfully tight boxers.

“Want me to fuck you tonight too, hmm?” Jaemin swipes his fingers against your puffy clit, making you buck against his hands for more. “Want me to fuck you in here while your husband is outside, not caring where we are?”

You gasp into the thin air as you feel him push two fingers in your seeping hole, your back arching off the wall, one hand landing in his black hair to grab on, other grabbing onto his wide shoulders. Jaemin groans against your skin at your touch, his lips finding yours again to quiet your moans. His other hand lets go of your grinding hips, sliding all the way down to his pants to quickly unbuckle his belt, dropping it to the floor with a heavy sound. His fingers move in out of you, involuntarily rooting in your wet, hot, fleshy core with a loud click of your moisture as he takes his already leaking cock out, slapping against your exposed thighs.

He continues to plunge his fingers in and out of you, his eyes scanning your already fucked out expression as he sees a string of saliva rolling down the side of your mouth. “That’s it baby, let me stretch you out.” He groans as he looks down at where his hand disappears, lifting the sundress to expose your wet cunt to the cold air, making him moan at the sight as your knees shake with anticipation.

“P-please….Jaem, just f-fuck me already..” You whimper out, your grip on him tightening as you reach your climax soon. You pull him in by his hair and kiss him hard, your tongue swiping over his bottom lip as you moan against his mouth, his body close to yours again. Jaemin moans into your mouth before taking his fingers out, making you immediately whine out at the empty feeling but then he swiftly grabs his cock and strokes it a few times before pushing his tip against your clit. The feeling makes you moan again, clenching around nothing but air as you can’t wait to welcome him inside your warm walls. “Fuck, you’re so fucking wet, princess.” He groans as he feels the slickness practically dripping down on his cock, his hands spreading your arousal around his shaft.

You can feel him lining himself up against your tight hole, pressing just enough to get you whimper out more pleas and whines.

“Say it.” He demands, his eyes hard on you again.

He sinks the first few inches inside your warm, tight walls, his dark eyes awake and boring into your trembling body.

“I hate this.” You whimper, your knees almost giving out as Jaemin hits that spot with simply a few inches.“I hate you.” You lie again, your mind clouded with his sex and voice as you throb around his tip. His chuckle makes you arch your back against the cold wall.

“Say it again while you’re cumming, princess.Want to see you make a mess of yourself.”

Thrusting forwards he stuffs his entire lengths inside you with one, rough stroke as you both moan out loud in the echoing garage.

“Ah–fuck! Jaemin-”

“That’s it, princess. Scream my name just like that.” He says, shoving one of your knees up higher his hips as he pulls entirely out, and then slams into your tight hole once again. “I’m gonna stuff this pussy with full with my cum baby, and when Jeno fucks you later tonight he can see I already satisfied you.” He grabs your leg tighter, his other hand finding your clit to draw fast and hard circles around it,making you moan out again.

“He can’t fuck you like I do, sweetheart. Nobody can.” Jaemin murmurs against your skin as leaves red, purple splotches on your neck and collarbones, his hips thrusting you harder against the wall as his tip hits your cervix. “You always come back. You always say this is wrong, but here you are again, stuffed with my cock with tears in your eyes, right baby?”

“J-Jaemin…mhpfm…please..” You try with a trembling voice, your nails leaving crescent moons on his skin, your other hand grabbing onto his har so hard you fear there will be strings in your palm.

“Yeah.” Jaemin smirks. “Keep saying my name when you go to bed with him. Come for me. Come on my cock.”

At Jaemin’s voice, however much you try to hold it in, you come around his throbbing cock inside you so much, that you almost feel lightheaded as you nuzzle your face into his neck. Your walls spasm around his thick member, your arousal spilling out around him onto the floor as Jaemin keeps grinding into your core to reach his own high. With a slightly open mouth, he pants against your ear as he feels the way you still wrap around him, your cum around him almost making him lose his head at the slippery and delicious feeling. But with one final thrust, you can feel him shooting ropes of white cum inside your flushed walls as he finishes his thrusts, his hips slowing down as the minutes pass.

You can’t help but wince when he pulls his cock out and the air hits your sensitive area again, feeling his finger already collecting the spilling out mixed arousals from your cunt, stuffing it all back with two fingers, making you moan again.

“Think you can sit like this all night?” He finally looks up into your eyes again, his smirk already in the corner of his mouth as he lets your leg fall from his hips.

At his question, you push his shoulder and fix your dress slightly. With a defeated expression, you look around the garage again. “What should we tell the others? The drinks disappeared, why did we take so long?” You look at Jaemin again, seeing him squatting down next to the fridge just to see him taking a whole tray of beers from behind the fridge. “Are you kidding me?” You gasp and push his shoulders again as he laughs at your expression.

Jeno’s head snaps in the garage’s way as soon as he hears it slam in once again, seeing the two of you walk out of there with flushed faces.

“Hey, did yall find the drinks?” He asks, his eyes glued on the two of you.

“Yeah man, but you gotta change the light in there. It was really creepy.” Jaemin pulls his chair out and calmly sits down, still trying to catch his breath as he takes a slow look at you.

“We almost didn’t find the beer.” He says with a small smirk, his head tilted to the side as you groan inside from his annoying acts.

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thehereticdiaries · 2 days ago

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Protective Instincts: TXT

Summary: Your best friend shows his possessive nature when another man harasses you

Warnings: Misogynistic comments, intimidation, threats of violence, if I missed anything lmk

These turned out a little longer than intended but whatev

Protective Instincts Masterlist

Choi Soobin

Your friend, Ji-woo’s birthday party was in full swing and you were highly satisfied with yourself for pulling off the surprise. You leaned against the wall, watching her flit between the small groups that formed around your parents’ house (which they graciously allowed you to use for the night). You grinned when one of her classmates popped a ‘birthday princess’ tiara on her head.

The front door opened as a few stragglers trickled in. Almost all of the people you invited showed up, at least for a few minutes. At the tail end of the newcomers was someone you definitely did not invite. He scanned the room briefly, settling on you, making your blood run cold. His neutral expression morphed into a predatory smirk.

You pushed off the wall, quickly escaping to the kitchen where you knew Soobin liked to hang out when things got too loud. He sat on one of the barstools that surrounded the island, which was packed full of snacks. He looked up from his phone upon hearing approaching footsteps. He smiled brightly, but it immediately fell at the panic in your eyes.

“What happened?” He asked as you pressed yourself between him and the counter.

“Soobin, he’s here.” His jaw tensed, needing no further explanation. “I don’t even know how he found out about the party. I haven’t had a shift with him in almost two weeks.”

“It’s okay, just stay calm and stay close to me.” Soobin shuffled you around so you were caged between his legs, hiking a foot onto a higher rung of the stool so his thigh acted as a shield in front of you. The unwanted guest, your shithead coworker, Matthew, appeared in the doorway to the kitchen, striding over to you like it was his house. Your posture stiffened, somehow shifting even closer to Soobin. You squeezed his forearm to ease your growing nerves.

“Jeez, Y/N, some host you are, running away instead of welcoming everyone.” Your coworker ‘playfully’ scolded as he moved closer to you and Soobin. He was met with a tense silence. “Damn. Tough crowd. I was joking, ease up a bit.”

“Oh, uh, yeah. Hi.” You mumbled, resisting the urge to hide your face in your hands. “H-how did you know about Ji-woo’s party?”

“You and Katie were talking about it. I overheard you guys talking in the break room.” He stood way too close for comfort, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Oh…”

“Come on, you should introduce me to your other friends,” he demanded with a sly grin, assuming you’d agree so you didn’t look rude.

“She’s not interested,” Soobin refused, leveling your coworker with an icy stare.

“Yeah? Who the fuck are you, anyway?” Matthew puffed his chest out, trying to look intimidating but failing royally.

“I’m her fucking boyfriend.” His free hand skimmed across your lower back to rest on your hip.

“Boyfriend?” He scoffed, turning his glare from Soobin to you. “Sorry to break it to you, man, but your girlfriend’s a goddamn whore.” You flinched, shrinking in on yourself. Soobin, on the other hand, felt anger flare up in his chest.

“Choose your next words very fucking carefully,” he borderline growled, digging his fingers further into your hip. Matthew raised his hands in mock surrender.

“She’s never mentioned you and she flirts with me all the time-”

“Are you serious?! I do not flirt with you!” You snapped, finally finding your voice. “I’m civil with you because we’re coworkers. We are not friends and frankly, I don’t like you.”

“God, you’re such a bitch sometimes. You’re probably not even dating,” he provoked harshly.

“Oh, classic. What? Are you expecting us to prove our relationship to you, pervert?” Soobin fired back with a sneer.

“Yeah, actually, I do.” He narrowed his eyes at the two of you. “I think you’re lying cus you don’t want me to out you as an attention whore.” Soobin ground his teeth together. Your eyes flicked between your best friend and your coworker, unsure of how far this would go.

“Fine,” Soobin agreed, flipping from pissed off to cocky in less than a second. He hooked a finger under your chin, turning you to face him. He mouthed ‘trust me’ to you before pulling you in by the back of your neck. You stifled a tiny squeak of surprise when your lips connected in a heated kiss. With one hand squeezing your hip and the other cupping your jaw, Soobin’s touch turned possessive in a way that made your head spin. You don’t know where this Soobin was hiding all this time. In the two years that you’ve known him, you’ve never seen him so aggressive. It was exhilarating, drawing a flush to your cheeks as he ran his tongue across yours. You whined involuntarily when he pulled away.

“He’s gone,” Soobin noted as he forced himself to check around the kitchen.

“I, uh. I’d like to stay here, if that’s okay with you?” Your fingers curled around the hem of his shirt. You tried not to look too excited at his grin.

“Of course you can.”

Choi Yeonjun

Beomgyu found a new arcade in town and he made it his personal mission to drag you and the other boys there as soon as possible. It didn’t really take much convincing once he started listing all the games it housed. Retro, rhythm, shooters, racing, pretty much anything you could think of was in this arcade. The six of you moved through the games, your competitive nature increasing by the minute. You and Kai were trying to one-up each other in the Walking Dead game. Kai groaned dramatically when his character died, resulting in your win and celebratory cheer.

“Dude, where did the guys go?” You asked, spinning in a small circle, unable to find them nearby.

“They got freaked out by the zombies,” Kai said while looking at his phone. “Soobin texted the group chat.”

“Boo, those scaredy-cats. Walkers aren’t even the scariest zombies,” you loudly complained.

“Come on, I told them to meet us at the snack stand,” he tapped your arm and turned to the back corner of the arcade. “You can sit down if you want, I’ll get everyone’s food.” You nodded, plopping down at one of the little tables and pulling up instagram.

“Hey there,” an unfamiliar voice stole your attention from your phone. A guy, standing way too close, smiled at you with his hands tucked in his hoodie pockets.

“Uh, hi?”

“I couldn’t help but notice you sitting here all by yourself. It’s kinda rare to see a girl in an arcade, you know.” There were four other girls within ten feet of the table. You raised a brow at him.

“I see f-”

“Wait, wait. Let me rephrase,” he interrupted. “It’s rare to see a hot girl in an arcade. Look at them. 3, 4, 4, 2.” He pointed to each of the nearby girls as he said each number.

“Are you seriously rating them? That is such a dick move,” your lip curled up in disgust.

“Chill, I was complimenting you.”

“By insulting other people. Real mature.” You rolled your eyes and stood to push past him.

“I’m still talking to you, bitch.” His hand hit your sternum, shoving you back into your seat. You seriously regretted picking a corner table right now.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?!” You tried to keep your voice level despite your growing anger.

“Me? What’s wrong with you?” He sneered. “I’m over here just trying to have a conversation and you’re losing your shit.”

“You came up to me and immediately started insulting other girls. Why the fuck would I want to talk to you?”

“I don’t know if you’ve noticed,” he started, leaning down to place one hand on the back of your chair, the other on the wall behind you. Anger shifted to fear as you realized you were trapped. “I’m much bigger and much stronger than you. How are you gonna stop me all by yourself?” The sinister grin on his face sent a shiver down your spine. Your eyes widened as you pressed yourself into the wall.

“She’s not by herself, asshole.” Yeonjun’s voice cut through the tense silence. You released a shaky breath, but quickly went rigid again when the guy slammed a hand into the wall.

“Back off, man. I was here first, go find your own bitch.” You gaped at him, stunned that he talked about you like you were an object right in front of you. Yeonjun yanked the guy back by his hood. His anger was visible on his face, mouth pulled into a deep scowl. He never got angry like this, but with your safety on the line he couldn't hold himself back.

“Watch your fucking mouth,” Yeonjun snapped at the guy, who was now trying to mask his own fear.

“Hey, take it easy. I was just giving the girl a compliment,” he immediately backtracked. Yeonjun tilted his head, brows furrowed and hand still tangled in his hood.

“Why should I? You didn’t ‘take it easy’ when you tried to intimidate her,” Yeonjun questioned, slightly tightening his hood around his neck.

“B-because-”

“I don’t know if you’ve noticed. I’m much bigger and much stronger than you. How are you gonna stop me all by yourself?” His face blanched as his own words were thrown back at him. Yeonjun easily towered over him.

“P-please just let m-me go,” he pleaded, now noticing the other boys standing a few feet away. You were suddenly very thankful that you had such tall friends.

“What do you think?” Yeonjun turned his attention to you. “What should I do with him?”

“Just,” you sighed heavily, drooping down in your chair. “Just let him go. He’s not worth the trouble.”

“You’re lucky she’s so nice. Because we,” he gestured to the others with a nod. “Are not so lenient. Get the fuck out of here.” Yeonjun shoved the guy away, watching closely as he scurried out of the arcade.

“Yeonjun… thank-” You were cut off when he pulled you up, wrapping you in a tight hug. Your fingers curled into his shirt, still slightly overwhelmed by what just happened.

“You don’t need to thank me. I’d never let anyone hurt you.” His hand moved to cradle the back of your head, holding you close to his chest. He pressed a kiss to your forehead as a few stray tears fell down your cheeks.

“I know.”

Kang Taehyun

You could think of many words to describe Taehyun. Sweet, caring, funny, great at magic (okay, that’s a few words, but still). Intimidating? Not so much. At least until today. His sister’s birthday was quickly approaching, so he recruited you to help him find a gift. Somehow you knew her favorite bookstore and Taehyun didn’t, which you teased him about relentlessly. You scanned the shelves, searching for a book on his sister’s GoodReads list. You didn’t notice when Taehyun drifted toward a display of tabletop games. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw a man stand next to you. You didn’t think much of it, figuring he was looking for a book on the same shelf, until he opened his mouth.

“Wow, I’d never expect such a pretty girl to be into historical fiction.” You turned to him, thrown off by his odd comment.

“Uh, I’m not. I’m looking for a gift for my friend,” you hesitantly replied.

“Ah,” the guy sighed in disappointment. “I should’ve known better. You’re probably only like romance, like every other girl in here.”

“What’s wrong with liking romance?” You narrowed your eyes at him. He waved a hand, dismissing your question.

“Don’t go putting words in my mouth. I never said liking romance is a bad thing. It’s just that females only seem to like reading when it involves sex scenes.”

“Excuse me? Females?” You crossed your arms, now irritated with this random asshole’s commentary. “That’s a bold assumption, dude.”

“God, don’t get your panties in a twist.” Your eyebrows shot up into your hairline. Before you could retaliate, his hand squeezed down on your shoulder.

“Hey-”

“Relax, sweetheart. Why don’t you show me your favorite scene and I’ll make it real for you.”

“Are you shitting me?! Did you really think that would work?” You hissed, smacking his hand away from you. “Leave me the fuck alone, creep.”

“Creep?” He scoffed. “You wanna see a fucking creep?” His hand shot out to grab your bicep, fingers digging into your skin. You tried to yank your arm back, but he tugged you closer to him, his other hand landing low on your hip.

“Let go,” you demanded, your voice dropping lower in your throat. He smirked, pushing you into the shelf behind you. Panic flooded your mind. “Let go!”

“Awe, poor thing. Should’ve thought about that before you insulted me.” You struggled against his grip, stomping your foot on his as tears stung the back of your eyes. “Fucking behave and this will go much easier.”

“Don’t. Please don’t-”

“Oh shut up.”

“What the fuck,” Taehyun appeared by your side, crushing the guy’s wrist in his hand. “Do you think you’re doing?” The guy ripped his arm away, glaring at Taehyun as he hid you behind him.

“Ow, fuck! Are you insane?! You could’ve broken my goddamn wrist,” he was close to shouting at this point. You silently hoped an employee would hear and kick him out.

“That was the point, dumbass,” he glared at the stranger, literally looking down at him. You pressed closer to Taehyun, resting your forehead between his shoulder blades and gripping his shirt with shaky hands. He could feel you trembling against his back. His anger flared, a muscle in his jaw twitching. Taehyun’s hand dropped to your hip, his touch reassuring and his thumb brushing away the lingering feeling of the strange man’s fingers.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” the man sarcastically apologized. “I didn’t realize there was a line. Her pussy’s that good, huh?” Taehyun inhaled sharply.

“I am giving you five fucking seconds to walk away,” he seethed. If looks could kill, this guy would be dead ten times over.

“Or what?”

“Or I’ll break your goddamn fingers.” You knew that Taehyun was protective of his friends, especially you, but you’ve never heard him threaten someone like that.

“Try me, asshole.” Your panic spiked again when the guy took a step towards you. Taehyun went rigid, fist curling at his side. There was a very real possibility of him beating the shit out of this guy. As satisfying as that would be, you really didn’t want to have to bail him out of jail. So you wrapped your arms around his middle, hands resting on his stomach.

“Tae, please,” you whimpered into his shirt. This seemed to knock him back to reality. He took a shaky breath, moving his free hand to rest on yours.

“Man, she’s got you whipped. What happened to all that big talk, hot-shot?” This guy just didn’t know when to stop.

“Excuse me, is there an issue over here?” An employee asked from the end of the shelves. “I’ve had other customers complain about shouting.”

“Yes, actually. This man harassed and put his hands on my friend,” Taehyun told the employee. She sighed, turning to him with the most unimpressed expression on her face.

“Sir, leave them alone or I’ll be forced to remove you from the store,” she stated, tilting her head at him.

“Whatever,” he scoffed and walked away, hands shoved in his pockets, the employee following behind him. Once he was out of sight, Taehyun relaxed and spun around to hold your face in his hands.

“Are you okay? I’m so sorry I left you alone,” he scanned your body for injuries, stopping at the bruises forming on your arm.

“I’m okay, just a bit shaken up.” His lips pressed into a thin line as he brushed his thumb across your cheek. He quickly kissed the crown of your head before turning his attention back to the books, linking your pinky with his as you ignored the butterflies that erupted in your stomach.

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sleighhethereal · 3 days ago

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♡ — 𝐩𝐨𝐨𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬

WARNING: slight nsfw, bunnies

imagine being one of the only female best friend's of Mei, and somehow you haven't met the Monkey King at all the first season or two

you didn't really give a shit to begin with

sure, it was amazing having MK as a best friend AND successor to some immortal jackass

all you've heard from MK is that Wukong was—

"HE'S THE BEESST!" MK squealed as he swung the red staff around in the air, swiftly doing stances with each turn. "Just as the legend says, [Name]! He's strong, handsome, and- and- he taught me that you should ALWAYS believe in yourself—"

"MK, I could have told you that myself."

though, there was a small part of you that wasn't atleast curious of what or who Sun Wukong is

it seemed MK talked about you alot, because sometimes Wukong asked for you to join

"Hey [Name]." MK would approach you as you held twenty dishes in hand, "Monkey King asked me... to ask you, if you wanted to- sort of- join in on the training—?"

that'd be when MK would receive a wooden spoon to the back of his head, sending him flying to the ground face-first

"HELL NO! HE GOT ONE OF YOU, I'M NOT LETTING HIM TAKE THE OTHER!" Pigsy would screech, somehow spawning another wooden spoon in his palms.

after that, MK stayed for shifts a bit longer than expected‐ you'd ask why and he'd tell you Monkey King seemed like he was sulking, so he gave him a break

weird stuff

it was during personal training that you'd finally meet the Great Sage‐ not under great circumstances

and no, it wasn't for the end of the world

MK was prepping his own moves, with you on the side for... support? Mei came around in a bit, sitting beside you.

"I wonder what else I can do.." MK mumbled to himself, pushing his hand out as it began to glow a bright yellow. "YAAAAAAAHH!"

everything went black

and you slowly opened your eyes to see Mei beating the absolute shit out of MK

"I'M SORRY, I'M SORRY, I'M SORRY—"

"YOU TURNED MY BEST FRIEND INTO A BUNNY- CHANGE HER BACK, NOW!"

you blinked, looked down, and screamed.

you quickly rushed- well, hopped‐ towards a full-length mirror and gazed upon yourself.

you turned into a life-sized bunny

half the day was spent with MK trying to turn you back but nothing worked, just a sweaty man on the floor and a whole lot of sobbing apologies

it would've been fine but you were starting to do strange things

like, you hated Pigsy for example

"Kid, what the hell is up with you?" Pigsy asked, his eyes filled with nothing but concern.

"Don't TOUCH me!"

you found some menstrual pads, chocolate, and some take-out noodles on your bed the next day

you weren't on your period.

you nudged people, head-butted, and didn't sleep at all at night

sometimes you'd watch MK sleep and he'd wake up to your purring, and then others would wake up to his terrified screams

finally, MK took you to Flower Fruit Mountain- he couldn't turn you back himself, but someone can

that'd be the Monkey King himself

you were especially weird this week- you had made a dirty den in the shop, growling at anyone who came near

so, yeah, that was kind of the last straw for Pigsy

when Monkey King came out to greet MK and Mei, he never did

he squealed at the sight of you, pushing the kids aside (quite roughly, sending them flying off the stairs) and rushed you with open arms

he kissed your face, nibbling your cheeks— a part of him actually thought you were an early birthday gift

"O-M-G! You're so cute! What brought you here, hmmmm? Oooooooo, I just wanna eat you up and put you in my pocket-" He babbled nonsense as he carried you, pinching your cheeks.

that was until you practically pounced on his face, pulling his nose close to yours as you stared into his eyes.

"You'd give me great kittens."

"...Oh?"

It took MK a while to try and separate you both and it took a while longer convincing Wukong to turn you back

"Look, man, I need you to bring her back to her- you know, normal self."

"But why????"

"You KNOW why!"

"If dealing with her is so difficult, I could... take her off your hands—"

"MONKEY KING." "DON'T YOU DARE!"

"WHAAAAATTTT?"

eventually, after like two days, MK convinced Wukong. it would've taken longer if it weren't for you actually telling him that you wanted to be yourself again

after Wukong's dramatic tears and hard hugs, he turned you back

lucky for you, you don't remember anything that happened after being converted

well, lucky for like a few seconds after you got back to the shop

"So you kind of asked Monkey King to, uh.." MK got close to your ears, whispering the rest."

your face went red, "I did what?"

"I think he was into it too—"

"WHAT?"

#lego monkie kid #lmk #lmk mk #lmk monkey king #lmk sun wukong #lego monkie kid sun wukong #lego monkie king #lego monkie kid mk #lmk mei #lego monkie kid mei #sun wukong x y/n #sun wukong x reader #sun wukong #Sun Wukong sometimes turns you into a bunny purposely #and kidnaps you for a while #you come back spoiled and happy #Wukong is kinda obsessed with you now #i swear im getting to the requests guys🥺

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thethronezone · 7 hours ago

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High Consort Pt. 3

Like mentioned in previous parts, you have a Custodi bodyguard. But you also have a whole guard of Custodes assigned to guard you, on orders of the Emperor of course. Your Custodi bodyguard just so happens to be the captain of this guard and the one that's always directly by your side. Because of this, you are quite close. So what if they work for your husband? So does every other bitch in the Imperium!

Whenever the Emperor leaves for the Great Crusade, it's up to you and Malcador to hold down the fort and make sure that everyone stay in line, both on Terra and beyond. You especially are seen as an extension of the Emperor and his will. This means a lot of public appearances on your part, with you flanked by your personal guard. Your presence reminds people that while the Emperor may be off planet and busy elsewhere, he is still aware of everything that's going on.

Because of this, you rarely leave Terra, or at least the star system. You might visit Luna or Mars every now and then but it's very rare that you venture to another part of the galaxy. You are needed where you are, providing a sense of stability in the heart of the Imperium.

Some people (mostly nobles) believe that, just cause you're not an incredibly buff, 4 meter tall, armored super-psyker that you are for some reason easier deal with, easier to push around. WRONG. You are both equally as terrible, sorry not sorry. The Emperor is unapproachable and straight up railroads every conversation while you just don't give a shit. You are older than most noble's bloodlines, at some point their rules just stop applying to you. The one big difference between you and Big E is that you at least try to act like a normal person, he doesn't, so people just find it easier to approach you.

There's also a belief that since you are HIGH Consort, that the Emperor is open to getting more consorts/concubines. At first this assumption was funny, the two of you had a good laugh about it. Then people kept trying to marry off their family members to him, accosting him at events, sending letters and some downright begging on their knees for him to accept one of their sons of daughters. Then only you were laughing. And Malcador, of course. He also found it all very funny.

Sometimes, when people want something from the Emperor or want to meet him, they try to get through you first. Butter you up so that you will put in a few good words for them to your husband. You might humor them for a short while, pretending to be as shallow as they appear to think you are, but the moment they no longer amuse you or step out of line you'll give your Custodi bodyguard a look that they know well. It means "I am tired of their chatter, remove them from my presence and if they ever try to approach me again, don't let them." You might be immortal but you won't waste your time on people you don't like.

A family can be a super-human psyker, his consort, their unmarried friend, their 10 000 strong personal army, their 20 18 super-human children and their respective super-soldier legions.

Half the Primarchs look at your and the Emperor's marriage and go "aww, so that's what true love looks like" and the other half goes "why haven't you DIVORCED this man yet?" Mortarion, Angron, and Perturabo full on believe you have Stockholm Syndrome or something.

Meanwhile, Lorgar, Horus and Lion think this is the perfect marriage, like, this is what everyone should strive for. Lorgar has written sermons about it and called it the "most divine and holy union in the galaxy". Would threaten to crucify himself if you and the Emperor ever separated. His legion would join him in solidarity. This is a hostage situation.

#warhammer 40k #the emperor of mankind #x reader #malcador the sigillite #adeptus custodes

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sizhens · 1 day ago

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i don't really want to do this but she's turning this into something i seemingly Have To Address despite my best efforts to just let this go and move on from it. like at this point it is an explicit campaign to get me and my wife thrown out of our internet spaces and she keeps bringing it up by lying blatantly about it.

Connie “tezuka-rin” is explicitly and specifically lying about me and my wife. we had a conflict over the internet last month and, from my perspective, it was very brief, but evidently was founded on years of resentment and anger she held against my wife. Until these past few months I had never even known who Connie even was, genuinely. I hadn’t even seen her on my dash or anything, I straightforwardly had never heard of her.

I would like to briefly go over the sequence of events based on my understanding because I feel like it’s only fair to everyone involved that I at least disclose my perspective on what happened. Beyond anything else I also feel like I have a right and at this point, for my wife’s sake, an obligation to defend myself.

TL:DR version is that Connie is trying to portray this conflict as a transmisogynist conflict wherein two people are trying to “cancel” a trans woman, despite no such effort being made whatsoever, and the two other people involved being themselves both transgender women.

***

In 2019 (I think?) my wife was in a discord server of predominantly asian ML transgender women. My wife, Hannah, met Connie in internet spaces associated with their shared similar interests. In the midst of this, Hannah saw Connie to be a fellow lonely autistic transgender woman and thought that she could do a kind thing and reach out to her and invite her to this discord server. Unfortunately this was a disaster, as many who know Connie will know that she is prone to explosive bouts of anger wherein she says extremely inflammatory things. In this instance, Connie came into the server and made a snide remark about how the PRC should just “nuke Hong Kong and Taiwan already.” This was notably very upsetting for numerous members of the server who were Chinese, in particular a member whose family was from Hong Kong, who at the time was very close to Hannah.

Hannah and Connie discussed this in private in the midst of which Connie explosively lashed out at Hannah and another one of her friends. Connie would then go on to demand that she be defended for her actions against the criticisms of their mutual friends. Hannah expressed her frustration and disappointment and had herself decided to withdraw from Connie socially because of the honest fact that Connie was an unpleasant and hurtful person to her personally. I think that genuinely few can begrudge someone for the desire to no longer be friends with someone and I think that this itself does not constitute a crime, let alone an attempted “social murder.”

Fast forward a brief period of time, and a trans masculine person (I believe from the same server?) apparently wrote a callout of Connie. I say apparently because this was five years ago and both Hannah and I have never seen this callout, which is relevant. I don’t even disbelieve it happened. I think that it’s certainly possible that a trans masc wrote an extremely bad-faith callout of her in an attempt to do transmisogynist violence to her. The most relevant thing here is that Hannah and I have never seen this callout. Hannah sees that a number of her friends on Twitter are discussing how Connie was racist (separately) and Hannah makes a single post about the situation (which she is sometimes prone to doing. Hannah is frequently quite careful and scant with her words, unlike me.) Hannah literally only said “I no longer associate with Connie” which was both objectively true, notably, and a profoundly neutral way of attempting to sidestep any potential conflict with any of these people.

***

Between September(ish?) of 2024 and December of 2024, Connie had been making a significant number of posts about me (at the time Tumblr User Maowives) wherein she was, in brief, expressing her frustration that members of our shared internet spaces would still deign to associate with me despite Connie expressing her outrage at my presence in these spaces. Her issue (evidently, in a summary of her words) derived from the fact that she thought I had “gained popularity on the back of being an anti-callout poster, despite knowing What [My] Wife Did In 2019.” This is untrue for a number of reasons. 1) I did no such thing specifically because I do not comment that much on this kind of issue, candidly. I think that frequently transgender women have unpersoning campaigns done against them and I believe this to be a form of transmisogynist violence but I don’t make a habit of commentating on it. 2) Because I think that I, like many people, got “popular” on tumblr mostly for being slightly above average funny and a bit inflammatory. 3) I had never heard of Connie before this and Hannah had never mentioned her to me because she was such a brief and irrelevant and profoundly unpleasant part of Hannah’s life, before we were even close.

In December, Connie remakes her Tumblr, and makes a post along the lines of “I hate that my blog got deleted because so does my blocklist. First post I see on here is a Sizhens post. Get that buddy outta here!” My wife saw this and was, understandably, annoyed. At this point this had been going on for months without either of us commenting on it because it was both frustrating and, candidly, in my opinion, below us to even acknowledge. However, my wife decided to confront Connie about this, which led to the resultant conflict. Harsh words were exchanged between them, which I frankly consider to be irrelevant to me – my wife is her own person and I am not responsible for her any more than she is responsible for me. I will speak specifically to what I did in this situation.

I made a couple posts which amount to “What’s your problem with me? I don’t even know you.” A mutual of mine asked “What even happened?” to which I responded, admittedly, impulsively and frustratedly, with this reply in the comments of my post:

[img description: in brief and uncharitable but blunt: a racist white woman got mad my wife didn’t want to fuck her and decided to take it out on me, someone who has never spoken to her in my entire life.]

There are several relevant things about this comment. 1) I admit openly that it was a catty and unkind thing to say. 2) I deleted the comment nearly immediately after making it. However, Connie screenshotted it within the first 30 seconds if it being posted, and 15 seconds before I deleted it. 3) The comment about “wanting to fuck my wife” was relevant because, by Connie’s own admission, she had held and has held a resentment for years partially because she asked out my wife in 2019 to which Hannah gently turned her down, an attraction which Connie has expressed she still holds. Was this an immature and unkind thing to bring up? Absolutely. Was it catty and unfair? Yes, and I openly admit that, and for that I am sorry and have felt immense regret. I would like to hold myself to being above making snide remarks like this even in anger and I am disappointed in myself for having acted this way.

However, Connie would go on to portray this comment (which was up for less than a minute) as a comment which was attempting an unpersoning campaign against her, by way of portraying her as a pedophile – a stretch which I truly cannot see or understand at all.

My immediate response was to remove myself from the situation in as permanent and a significant way as I could understand how: I deleted my blog and stepped away from Tumblr for several weeks.

Granted, this was a dramatic thing to do. I will openly admit I am prone to theatricality which might be evident by this post. However, I feel it is relevant because I am being accused of proliferating a transmisogynist hate campaign against Connie in which, in her words, I insinuated she was a pedophile and “sexual pervert.”

I feel that it is my responsibility and right to assert several things:

I am a transgender woman. My wife is a transgender woman. I don’t think that trans women can’t hurt each other (on the contrary, I believe we frequently do) but I believe Connie to be wielding this narrative profoundly cynically by implying we are not transgender women while never outright saying this.

I had no intention to ever portray Connie as a pervert or pedophile. I made a snide remark which attempted to portray her as a pathetic and lonely person who was lashing out at me for petty interpersonal beef reasons. This was unfair of me and unkind and I acknowledge this

This entire conflict was started five years ago because Connie said something incredibly racist, which she veiled behind vague marxist sentiments. That said, this has no relevance to me, as I was not there, did not know Connie at the time, barely even knew my own current wife at the time, and did not even know of Connie’s existence until this whole conflict started.

Connie has gone on to consistently portray this conflict as a transmisogynist campaign to get her socially murdered, in which I was proliferating a hate campaign on the back of a pedophilia assertion, something I never did and never would do.

The reality is that this is a conflict wherein a white woman is covering for something racist she said (five years ago, which we all would have forgotten about had she not dredged this petty interpersonal beef to the fore in an effort to lash out at me, a stranger, and my wife, a woman who committed the great social crime of deciding she did not want to be friends with a profoundly unpleasant person five years ago) by portraying a TWOC as punching down at her and wielding transmisogyny against her.

This is patently untrue, and a gross mischaracterization of the situation. It is a lie intended to make these spaces sufficiently hostile and unpleasant enough for us to simply leave of our own accord. The fact that she continues to post about this month-old conflict despite Hannah and my best efforts to ignore it is because she feels she has not yet won by driving us both out of these spaces.

I think Connie is a profoundly unwell person who is lashing out at us because this is what she does. She lashes out at a different person on the internet every week or two and attempts to drum up conflict for reasons I will not speculate on. Unfortunately this is not something that I will just take on the chin. I think that I am being portrayed unfairly and, candidly, I believe that her motivations are not just cynical and selfish, but motivated partially for the fact that she dislikes me because I am a Taiwanese ML, which was evidenced by this whole conflict being started over an extremely racist and callous comment she made about Hong Kong and Taiwan. Regardless, what she is saying about me is patently untrue, and I feel I have a right and obligation to defend myself. I don’t have any issue beyond this. I don’t want to get her driven from this website. I just want this whole thing to be over with so we can all move on with our lives.

#sizhenposting #this is the final and only thing i will say about this situation. if you have an issue with me and you're a mutual you can dm me about it.#or block me. it's your call.#from my perspective this is done now and i will go back to not acknowledging any of this is happening.

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paradiseismine · 2 days ago

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hi lovely!

I have just finished reading part two of hands off with Mike wheeler

And I was just curious to know if you are planning on writing a part 3?

If not that's okay lol

Just want to put my mind at ease 😭

Youre a great writer <3

Hands Off, part 3 - Mike Wheeler x reader

Pairing: Mike Wheeler (Stranger Things) x f!Munson!reader

Warnings: smut, slight risk of getting caught, a lot of fluff, love confessions; maybe a bit longer than my usual fics (it concludes the story)

Love note from Nina: here you are, my love!! I’m sorry it took me so long. No story of mine will remain incomplete, it only might take me sometime. Thank you so much, happy new year and I hope you enjoy the reading! 💕

Some of Eddie’s friends had bid him goodbye at the front door already, and the rest of the gang was probably next. Mike had left his bike on the back porch of the house, along with Dustin’s. You yanked a paper towel out of its holder and quickly wrote on it with a greasy pen you found in the kitchen: “Pretend to go home. Circle back in 5. I’ll be out here waiting.” You stuck it in his bike’s bell and crossed your fingers.

Back at the living room, you bid some people goodbye, and Dustin and Mike soon came up to you to say goodbye too. Mike hugged you for a bit longer than he probably should, saying something along the lines of “thank you for the cake, it was delicious!” as Dustin agreed and hugged you as well. Something in your boy’s gaze seemed to look for an answer in yours when your eyes met, and you gave him a reassuring smile and a wink before turning back to Eddie and some of his other friends.

At the porch, Dustin hopped on his bike and got ready to leave, as Mike tried his best to read the paper towel note without getting caught by him, hiding it in his jacket’s pocket. He did as he was told, and met you with a furtive kiss at the back porch after a few minutes.

“You’re getting creative with those notes, aren’t you?” he chuckled, capturing your lips excitedly. The kiss was gentle, but not as slow and savored as you’d like.

“Well, I had to find a way to make you stay, love” you caressed his cheek gently. “Now, I’ll go back inside and you wait until I turn the kitchen lights off to come up the stairs, ok? Eddie is out front smoking with some of his friends that haven’t left yet”. You instructed as he heard attentively, trying not to miss any details. “Here’s a flashlight, don’t flick any of the lights back on, please” you handed him the tool, pecked his lips once more and came back inside.

Up in your room, after telling Eddie you were oh, so tired, and needed some sleep, as well as flicking the light off to give Mike the signal, your heart was thumping as you sat on your vanity and fixed your hair nervously. You wanted him to spend the night, of course, but you had to be careful. Eddie was entertained by the remaining guests, and they didn’t sound like they were leaving soon, but the laughs and conversations you could hear from under your window could stop at any moment.

You tuned in your ears, afraid Mike would get caught or drop something on the kitchen, drawing attention to himself. What you heard, instead, was the soft sound of his knuckles knocking on your bedroom door - the secret knock you two had created a couple weeks ago.

“It’s me, princess, open up” he whispered.

You opened the door and practically jumped into his arms. The door was slammed shut as Mike pushed you up against it, his urgent touch releasing a river of endorphins straight into your veins.

His lips were soft and warm against yours, his tongue invading your mouth as your hands went for his nape, tugging at his raven black hair ecstatically.

You soon switched places with him, pushing him up against the door instead. Your hands immediately pushed his jacket down to the floor and pulled his t-shirt up and off his body, your nails lightly scratching his skin as your hands roamed hungrily over his bare chest. Mike’s lips were still on yours, kissing you with such delight and cadence that you couldn’t help but buck your hips into his, so aroused already.

“I’ve been dying to see that skirt on the floor since I first saw you in it” Mike muttered against your swollen lips, hands swiftly unzipping the skirt until it fell off your hips, pooling softly at your feet.

“Don’t you like my skirt?” You pouted, jokingly.

“It’s beautiful, love… Let’s just say I prefer what’s underneath” he chuckled, biting your lip gently into another heated kiss.

His tongue met yours in a gentle motion as his hands went for your ass in a heartbeat, lustfully groping you as he moaned into the kiss, satisfied.

“Spank me” you whispered to his lips, barely breaking the kiss.

Mike’s eyes widened as he backed away a little, his head against the door. “Spank you? Are you sure?”, he whispered, eyebrows slightly furrowed.

You went for his ear, tiptoeing to reach it. “I’d love a few love spanks, you’re always so gentle with me… It’s ok to be a little rougher, baby”

Mike nodded softly, his eyes darker, his lips going for your neck as his right hand hit your ass. It was neither too harsh or too soft - just perfect. You hadn’t even put your panties back on since your last encounter, so eager for your lover’s touch. You were completely bare from the waist down, your hot skin nearly begging for Mike’s attention.

“Yes” you moaned softly to his ear, as a delicious shiver went down your spine.

He slapped you again and again, the sound of his hand against your ass echoing through your bedroom. As he couldn’t wait any longer, Mike pushed you back against the wall, spread your thighs and slipped his right hand in between them, fingertips finding your tight slit in a magnetic way - he couldn’t wait any longer.

“God, you’re soaked” he said, marveled, his voice low and raspy as his fingers dipped into your core once again. He just couldn’t believe that spanking would get you so wet and desiring.

“It felt so good when you spanked me” you reassured him and chuckled lightly, biting your lip. “I love it so much when you let loose like that”

“Me too, but my princess needs to cum now, doesn’t she?” He asked, malicious, as his fingers collected the abundant arousal dripping down your folds and circled your swollen clit unceremoniously.

“Yeah, love” you moaned to his ear, teeth catching his earlobe, feeling his hot breath on your neck. “Pick up from where we left off, won’t you?”

His touch, always delicate and precise, was making your knees weak and your heart race. Mike already knew his way around your body, and rapidly reached the perfect speed, pressure and angle that made you cum for him in a minute.

You could see a devilish grin across his face for a second as your back arched and your whole body quivered with pleasure, your eyes barely able to see, your climax taking over you so intensely. He brought his drenched fingertips up to his mouth, moaning at the feeling, his eyes seeming to close involuntarily for a second as your arousal met his tongue.

“You always taste so sweet” he praised as his pupils dilated. His hands guided you towards the bed, as your soft, faltering body was quite easy to manipulate.

“Sit down” Mike ordered - it was so rare for him to let out direct commands like that -, and you couldn’t help but oblige.

He towered over you, gently brushing your hair off your face and lingering his touch on your shoulders.

“Should we get rid of that shirt?” Mike nearly whispered, fingers toying with your spaghetti straps.

“Absolutely” you answered, barely able to breathe as the shirt came off and hit the ground. Your core was aching with desire, your legs pressing against each other, desperate for relief.

The red bra you were wearing underneath the top looked beautiful and made his mouth water even more, his hands groping you over it as he discreetly bit his reddish lip. His hands soon went around your back, and after a little fumbling, the piece was added to the pile of discarded clothes on the floor.

Mike’s hands and lips went for your breasts hungrily as he sat beside you - this seemed to be one of his favorite parts of getting intimate with you. He suckled gently on your nipples, hands also squeezing each breast alternately. You watched him, mesmerized, as his eyes fluttered beneath you, his tongue circling your nipples with such ecstasy.

Mike’s hands guided you to lie flat on the bed, as he slowly climbed on top of you and kept trailing his kisses down your body. He’d lick and suck on your skin as he pleased, not caring for small bruises or anything. As his lips reached your lower belly, you were nearly forcing your hips into his face.

“I swear, you’re making me addicted to you” he buried his head between your thighs, tongue immediately dipping into your slit.

“I could say the same about you, you know” you moaned, your voice cracking as your thighs shivered involuntarily. Mike held them in place with both hands, keeping them firmly apart as he worked his magic.

His tongue vibrated against your clit with incredible precision - maybe it was just how lustful you were, or how his dark eyes softened as he shot them up at you, but you saw your own body squirming and another mercurial high approaching much sooner than you had thought.

Your hands grabbed Mike’s raven black hair desperately as your back lifted off the mattress, your mouth agape and your ears deafening for a moment. A louder moan ended up escaping your throat, but probably not loud enough to be heard from outside, thankfully.

Mike came up to kiss you once more, letting you taste yourself on his drenched lips. You could feel his erection pressing up against your core, and pushed him back swiftly in order to unzip his pants and free his length from its confinement.

Once his underwear also hit the floor, your hands and lips exploring his navel freely, he pushed you back into the bed.

Mike laid down on top of you again and gently pressed his body into yours, careful not to put his entire weight on you. His warm hands caressed your cheeks lovingly as he smiled before putting his lips to yours again. The kiss, much slower and softer than before, showed his intentions and what he was anticipating exactly.

Despite your passionate encounters, you and Mike had never gone all the way - something always seemed to come up right as you two were going down that path, and you didn’t want anything to feel rushed or forced. He didn’t tell you, but you had a feeling that he had probably never been with any other girl, and wanted tonight to feel special, despite the secrecy of your relationship.

Your arms tangled around his torso, fingertips savoring the warmth of his skin, legs also hugging his waist and glueing his whole body to yours. You kissed him once again, still slowly and gently.

His hardened length ended up grazing against your core, getting a gasp from his lips and a moan from your own. It was clear that you both wanted each other, right then and there.

“Babe, can I…?” Mike started, his voice cracking as he spoke softly. “I mean, a-are you comfortable to…” he trailed off, shy.

“Sure, love, I want you so bad” you moaned faintly, reaching down in between your bodies to align his length to your drenched slit. He hissed at the contact, his face flushed and his heart nearly beating out of his chest.

“I-I should get the condom” he muttered, breathless and lustful. Mike was so much more responsible than you, you thought to yourself, a faint smile across your lips.

“Sure, baby” you agreed, sitting back on the bed so he could stand up and reach for the back pocket of his discarded pants, who were keeping your skirt company on the hardwood floor.

“Let me do it, won’t you?” you said gently, taking the silver wrapper from his hand and opening it in a swift motion. You put your lips to his length first, tasting the leaking fluid from its pink tip, tongue licking it desirably. Looking up at him, his eyes were tightly shut, his lips parted, his whole face saying, wordlessly, his love and lust for you.

Mike’s hand reached your cheek, slowly pulling your hair back into a ponytail, and you knew what he meant. Letting go of his cock with a pop, you licked your lips and, without much further ado, carefully rolled the condom down his shaft, making sure he was comfortable.

“C’mere, love” you whispered, pulling his body down to yours once again. He guided himself into your wet entrance, his dreamy eyes meeting yours for permission as his tip brushed against you. Reassuring him with a nod, you embraced his body as he entered you delicately.

His eyes seemed to close involuntarily as he got acquainted with the sensation, inch by inch, your tight slit slowly giving in to accommodate his length. Sensing you were not feeling any discomfort, Mike thrusted softly into your core, his body grazing against yours, your heat and breath mixing with his.

His thrusts gained cadence after a few minutes, your lips interlocking with his in passionate kisses. As much as you were not used to the expression, you couldn’t help but feel like that wasn’t fucking, screwing, or even having sex - that was making love. It could sound pretty cheesy to other people, but right at that moment, feeling Mike reach his climax as his face contorted upon you and moans escaped his lips, there was nothing more to it than simply love.

As your tired bodies fell side by side on the bed, out of breath and smiling sillily, Mike cuddled you in his arms, kissing your forehead and sighing, satisfied.

“Hey” he said softly, and your eyes shot up at his, both faces relaxed and happy. “I, uh… I love you” his cheeks blushed slightly. “And I hope it’s not, like, super corny to say that now that we just, uh…”

You put your index finger over his lips.

“Not corny at all” you chuckled as your favorite overthinker softened his worried gaze. “And I love you too, Mikey”

Your finger left its place as Mike’s lips opened up into a big smile.

Your body rested on top of his as you two talked, a lighthearted and sweet conversation about your future and feelings for each other. Mike still feared Eddie’s reaction to the fact that he was going out with his sister, but you knew, deep down, that your big bro would soften up once he saw how happy you were.

You calmed him down about it, saying you two would bring up the conversation eventually, but he shouldn’t worry about it, specially right now. You could still hear laughing and talking from your window, so Eddie finding out what happened was not an issue as well.

Your throat felt a bit dry, so you pecked your lover boy once more, then got dressed in pajamas and came down the stairs to get yourself a glass of water. The sun was starting to peek through the darkness, and something in your chest felt so good and silly. It was good to be in love. It was much better than any other time before. Mike made you feel so loved and special.

“Hey, you’re up” you shivered as you heard Eddie’s voice, turning to face him. He didn’t seem tired at all. “Couldn’t get any sleep?”

“Not really” you shrugged, trying to nonchalantly pour yourself a glass of water. “Too noisy outside, I guess”

Eddie laughed in response. “Those guys refuse to shut up, don’t they? I promise I’ve been trying to keep it down, though”

“No worries Eds, it’s your birthday” you smiled, taking another sip. “You get the booze, the girls, the noise, everything”

“Well, I’m not one to brag, but…” he laughed with you. It hadbeen a great party indeed. He paused for a moment, scratching the back of his head. “You know what I’ve been thinking?” Eddie started, biting his nails absentmindedly. “It’s been a while since I’ve last seen you with a guy, munchkin. Not finding anyone worth your time?”

“Well, actually” you tilted your head, trying to seem normal about the question. You were falling in love with Mike pretty intensely, and didn’t want to hide him anymore. “Would you, like, absolutely hate it if I dated a friend of yours?” you bit your lip, already regretting the weirdly blunt way you had started that conversation.

“Which… Friend?” Eddie furrowed his eyebrows, concerned. “Is he, like, on the wrong side of the tracks?” Your first reaction was to laugh softly, but he was still quite worried about your question. “I mean-Is the person even a ‘he’?”

“Definitely a ‘he’” you chuckled. “And no, he doesn’t do drugs… or sell drugs… or anything like that. A goody two-shoes, one might say”

“Well, that narrows it down to very few people” he concluded, relieved. “Aren’t you gonna tell me who it is?”

So you told him. Told him that you two kissed in the basement that day (Eddie only got the version of the story in which Mike was a perfect gentleman and did nothing “wrong”, you two just kissed very delicately, no tongue), the notes in his locker, the delicious thump you felt on your chest whenever he approached.

You talked and talked as you watched Eddie’s face twist and turn into nearly every single existing emotion - fear, disgust, anger, amusement, joy. By the end of your speech, he was gently smiling at you.

“Well, munchkin, what can I say? If it’s Wheeler you want, if he makes you happy and respects you, then he better keep it up” Eddie shrugged, right hand ruffling your hair lovingly.

“That’s quite a relief, big bro” you gave him a sweet hug, lingering your head on his chest as you let go. “I’d never date someone you disapproved of, y’know?”

“That’s what I like to hear” Eddie kissed your forehead and walked away to the kitchen for a morning snack.

What he found there, on the other hand, was a half naked Mike, silently looking for a box of cereal in one of the cabinets. They both froze in place as their eyes met, and Eddie’s sudden stop made you rush into his direction, worried something had happened.

“Fuck, Wheeler” Eddie chuckled, half jokingly, half sternly. “Didn’t I tell you to keep your hands off my sister?”

#finn wolfhard x reader #mike wheeler #miles fairchild #trevor spengler #finn wolfhard smut #mike wheeler x reader #imagine #smut #trevor spengler x reader #finn headcanons #finn wolfhard fics #finnverse

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thessalian · 2 years ago

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Thess vs Last Straws

You know that feeling when one of your friends is a self-absorbed little shit and you know they’re a self-absorbed little shit but their self-absorption and little shit-ness just hit one button too many and you just want to slap them? It’s the weirdest damn feeling because it can be the smallest thing to set it off after years of arguably bigger issues.

This is concerning an old RP friend, who I still follow on Facebook. Now, he was an issue generator for quite awhile when I used to see him in person. I honestly have zero recollection of how we met, but he joined my Mage group when I ran in meatspace, and a few other games as well. He was problematic in all of them, frankly, with a bit of Main Character Syndrome and that thing that goes, “I have to be a hero in this game because I need validation of the type I don’t get in real life”. Also ... okay, y’all know I have zero issue with anyone on the spectrum, but I do have issues when someone doesn’t try. Fucking hell, I try - every day I try, and it’s not easy, so I am totally understanding when people slip up. But I tripped over a post of his that basically went, “Hey, I think I’m going to write up a guide to how to communicate with me and hand it to everyone I know”, and he was not joking. Not sure he ever actually did it, but his answer to, “I have communication issues” was not “I should work harder at ensuring that we all understand each other as best we can”, but “I will tell everyone how to talk to me so that I don’t melt down, and thus put the entire responsibility for the success of our communication into their hands because I can’t be bothered to moderate my own behaviour”.

I largely stopped engaging him after that, at least in part because I was a little disturbed at his overriding need for a girlfriend. I swear, it was all he talked about for quite some time. Of course, see above re: his communication skills, so that probably wasn’t happening. But he said something today that I just wanted to slap him over. He was whining about “I can’t buy the Toby Daye series or the InCryptid books because they’re not out on Kindle! Why are they not out on Kindle? WOE!” At which point I looked at my two shelves of paperback involving both those series and went, “Hang on; what now?!?” Then I engaged.

I should not have engaged. I mean, my first thing was flagging up that honestly, I don’t know if the author asked for there to be a gap between those books getting published and those books hitting Kindle, but I wouldn’t blame her if she had. McGuire is hugely outspoken about how book piracy can destroy an author’s career, particularly when dealing with a series. Book 1 sells well, but if Book 2 (or 3, or 4, or whatever) gets pirated more than it gets purchased, the publisher will decide that the series isn’t worth it and bin the whole thing. Now, I imagine you can pirate a book that hasn’t made it to ereader yet, but it’s a lot harder and a lot messier, and it still might not end up legible. So I started with the first bit of that - I mean, they’re her biggest and longest-running series and I wouldn’t blame her for not wanting the Kindle versions to float around for a good long while.

He said, “But if I can’t buy it, wouldn’t that make me more liable to pirate it? Which I don’t want to do because I do want to support her, but...” Like he had no choice - like it was either Kindle or nothing.

I looked at my two shelves of paperback again at that point and decided I wanted to throttle him, not slap him. So I flagged up the second part of that statement above - how a pirated copy of a book that hasn’t come out for ereader is likely to be messy and barely legible and there are other ways to buy a book than getting the Kindle version - like the local library, or ... you know, buying the paperback. I asked him to at least please not be disingenuous; to acknowledge that it wasn’t that he couldn’t buy it but that he couldn’t have it in his desired format.

Apparently he doesn’t have a local library, but he did at least subside a bit with, “But I see your point. I guess I’ll just wait”. Given the earlier replies, I can’t help but read that with a tinge of sulk.

Maybe it’s just the one straw that broke the camel’s back. But after awhile, you get tired of someone insisting they should have things entirely their own way without having to compromise or consider the situations or feelings of others, and then sulking when they have it proven that the world doesn’t work that way. I distanced him when he whined to me that he had to be the hero in my game because it gave him the kind of validation he lacked in his real life; I distanced him further when he whined about not being able to get a girlfriend. I’m about ready to just block him entirely over this one. Not because this is that bad - although it is that bad, since I’ve read time and time again how pirating books can destroy a series and an author’s career - but because it’s one more bit of proof that he has to have everything entirely his own way and will sulk if he doesn’t get it. My life is too short and too stressful to deal with people like this.

I mean, I don’t have anything against people who prefer Kindle to dead tree. But someone whining that they can’t buy it at all when what they mean is, “I can’t have my preference”? Miss me with that. If I want to support my favourite author and read the continuation of the story I’ve invested so much time and feels in over the years, and I can’t have it on Kindle? Just put down the paperback and back away slowly. Gods, he’s even whingeing about Be The Serpent and that’s not even out in paperback yet.

#Thess has friends #Sometimes they should no longer be friends

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