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mymanskabu · 5 years ago

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Kabu One-Shot:

A Kiss in Ten Seconds

Anonie requested: ❝Idk if I can req anything for the holidays or if it's too late but, just in case. Can you do something for Kabu finding out his champion!s/o will be too busy on New Years Eve and New Years Day bc of all the events that are going on? Then how would he react, when people are literally doing the 10 second count down right before midnight and he sees his s/o burst into the room/wherever he is, panting, out of breath, looking for him just so they could be there to kiss him when the countdown's over?❞

× IM UPLOADING THIS AT 11:59PM Or at least that's the time it is for me as I post this! I know its 2020 already for many of you! I wish you guys a good New Years!

× sorry some of y'alls requests will have taken a year to get done. Please don't unfollow, I am a hard-working person with one brain cell.

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No one told you just how tedious and time consuming being a Champion would be. No wonder the former one appears much less stressed, the poor guy barely had time for his family on this schedule. You were constantly on the move and everyone wanted to talk to you. Leon came around to check on you after you had sent him a text saying, "Help, why are they coming for my life, I have a shit to do."

"Your schedule is very full," He said, looking at you apologetically. "There should be a warning before people try to become Champion, this is a workload that would surely scare off a lot of trainers."

"I don't even have time for my hobbies!" You flip the page to your schedule and half of next month was already full. "I'm lucky enough to manage a call to my mom and one of the only times I see Kabu is when I am going home in the middle of the night." You were surprised the man hasn't decided to leave you. You would completely understand if he couldn't handle being with someone so busy.

"I was undefeated for a very long time," Leon starts explaining. "Your schedule is much fuller than mine was because you beat someone that no one else could for many years. Even those older than me and with perhaps more experience couldn't defeat me."

"You're telling me your schedule wasn't this hectic?" You stared down at the calendar, realizing that talking to Leon was going to get cut short anytime soon.

"It was hectic definitely. Not like this." Leon gave you a comforting pat on your shoulder. "The workload will lessen later on, not sure by how much but you can only repeat a story for so long before people get bored. Then you have to worry about people trying to force a story to happen. At least you have off time when the Gym Challenge is not at large."

"I'm going to lose to the next challenger on purpose," You said. It got a chuckle out of Leon who raised a brow at you, questioning the honesty of your statement. "Or not." You sighed. "Too many benefits outweighing the negatives right now. Well, I'm happy you're able to have more time for other projects Leon!"

"Thank you... Champion."

You were getting many challengers nowadays. People who couldn't defeat Leon come back thinking they can defeat you, plenty of Challengers coming for your title, and new ones in the making. You had a lot of paperwork as well, surprisingly enough. A lot of interviews, so many damn interviews, and your privacy? Almost completely gone. You were grateful for having been with Kabu since before you even challenged the Gyms to attempt being Champion.

Unfortunately your relationship with him was outed rather quickly because of that though. Even if it was a secret, the ring on a specific finger would have also given you away. That was quite recent, it was his surprise for when you became Champion so now wedding planning is somewhere quite far in the schedule. Your management didn't consider it as important as you did, it's something you had to force into your schedule. They only care about managing your public image, personal problems don't rank high on their list of priorities when they're organizing your calendar.

Champions also have to be very involved with Galar and it's people. You had to understand the public opinion, the government opinion, and manage almost any incoming threat. That was terrifying, they sent you to anything just because you happen to be strongest around right now. You had to suck it up and protect the people, show them that their Champion can do probably anything.

You read over your schedule with Leon for a bit longer until you saw something in it that was irritating. "Leon. Why in the world do I have interviews for both New Years Eve and New Years. They can't take those days! I wanted to... I need to be..." You were fuming. You told them not to fill the holidays and they didn't for the past ones, but for some reason they filled those two dates.

"There isn't much you can do about that," He says. "You can try but I remember trying and they... if its urgent, its unlikely." Leon continued with saying that they probably gave you the prior holidays so that you didn't have room to completely complain about your management.

Your phone started ringing. You hesitated to pick up the phone knowing that it'll be someone to take you away for another interview, photoshoot, or fan meet. You didn't hate the people that wanted to meet you, your anger was mostly directed towards the people that were stuffing so much into your schedule. Leon was right though, they can't keep this up forever and hopefully later on it will get more tolerable.

"Are you alright?" His familiar voice caused your shoulders to ease up. You were crossing your arms on the table with your head laid on them. You had came home tired of socializing and still having to do some paperwork having to do with former Chairman Rose.

"Yes, I'm fine. I'm tired though, mentally tired to tell you the truth." You stretched your arms upwards then felt two arms wrap around your shoulders when you put them down. "Kabu, I can't be with you during New Years Eve or New Years. It says its urgent but I very much doubt these Talk Shows need me that badly."

You didn't hear anything from behind you for a long moment. He was most likely thinking, you were too, and depending on what he says, you might just consider the idea of letting him go. It hurt you to ponder upon such a thing, but there's other people out there that could give Kabu much more of their time.

"I understand," He finally said, "I'll open up the Stadium for those that need a warm place to be on those days and I will be thinking of you when the countdown starts."

"You don't have to be like that, you know? You don't have to understand, you can be mad at me, you can be frustrated at me, I won't... I won't blame you!" You got up from where you were sitting to face him. He held your hands and promptly shook his head in response.

"I'm not sure you knew this, love but you do not plan your schedule." He kisses your knuckles to comfort you. "If I am to be frustrated at anyone it will be whoever made you busy on those two days. Was there anything you could do about it?"

"I tried, but they just repeatedly tell me that it's an urgent thing I need to be at," You reply, a frustrated sigh escaping past your lips.

"You do what you have to, and think of me as I will think of you during the countdown." With a hand gently on the back of your neck he guides your mouth to his in a much needed relaxing kiss that made your body melt.

"Of course, you're right... you're right," You mumbled. Your eyes remained closed for a bit after the kiss before you were able to open them without feeling like they held sadness in them. "I love you, you know that?"

"I love you too."

Your stylist dressed you up nicely for the interviews, these events to celebrate a new Champion and a New Year. This is wrong, why does it feel like you were just rubbing it in everyone's face that you were now Champion? You were backstage waiting to be introduced, slouching in a nearby couch with your elbow on your thigh and your hand holding your chin. Finally you heard your name, you could see the crowd cheering on the screen, all anticipating your presence through the hall that all guests walk through.

Kabu opened the Stadium as he said he would, a lot more people came than he thought would. He had announced that it would be open to celebrate the New Year and there would be food and drinks. It wasn't going to be like that at first but you offered the funds and he couldn't say no. It was open for people and Pokemon alike and that brought his heart a pleasant feeling.

He missed you a lot though. He understood that you had things to do but he didn't realize just how attached he had grown to you for your lacking presence to impact him so much. His Stadium was playing the interview for everyone to see and the people that came; majority of them knew Kabu was engaged to the new Champion of Galar. He wondered if you were going to complete your end of the promise and think of him.

"Here's our new magnificent Champion, (Name)!" The cheers were loud, the "I love you's" came from all directions, and so did flowers. Roses, vibrant red roses that reminded you of Kabu. You sat down, a big smile on your face that only managed to be genuine knowing Kabu would see it. "How are you on this beautiful night, Champ?" The interviewer asked.

"I'm doing great, thank you! I actually have somethin' to say real quick, is that alright?" The interviewer furrowed his brows and pointed towards the camera you should speak to.

"Let's hear what (Name) needs to say folks! I wonder what it is! Sounds mysterious!"

"Perhaps it would be mysterious if paparazzi didn't exist," You responded. "I want to say I'm thinking about you, I'll see you soon!"

"Would my guess be wrong if I say that message was for your to-be husband and Fire Type Gym Leader Kabu!?" The interviewer raises your hand, the one that had the ring. "How is the wedding planning going anyway? Any progress?"

"Its somewhere in my schedule, we have ideas we hope to bring to life." The answer was simple and clearly not to the interviewers' taste. They had to remain unaffected though and continued smiling.

"We have a few fan questions we would like you to answer! First one being, would you date a fan?!"

"Absolutely not. I'm engaged, are you people not getting the memo?" You said this sarcastically, but with a tone of seriousness. It got you a laugh from the audience and you laughed along with them as truthfully as you could. "Not to be inappropriate or anything but I think— no. I know I'll be with Kabu for the rest of my life."

Kabu was almost as red as Gym outfit shirt, hearing the "Aww" from both the crowd in the Stadium and the ones where you were. In all honesty though, he would have said the exact same thing about you.

"A curious fan has asked: Do you sing in the shower?" You didn't think for long and answered it with a brief nod.

"I do sing in the shower, Kabu says it sounds good but I think he may just be losing hearing." Once again, the crowd laughed. "Who knows though, only he has ever heard me sing and no, I'm not singing!"

"You and Kabu live together as you've implied multiple times, has there been any mishaps in the kitchen by one of you?" You pondered on this question for a few seconds.

"Not yet, Kabu is a pretty good cook and surprisingly good baker!" You tried to think of an incident once again but nothing came to mind as of now.

"Have you used the 'Is your Dad a baker' pick up line on him yet?" You chuckled at the question and so did the crowd. You covered half your face as you nodded, confirming that you have used a pick up line on him. "I didn't expect that! How'd that go?"

"He still has no idea what I meant by the line and I suppose now is a good time to get it out in the open." It took you a moment or two to compose yourself. "When I said you had a nice set of buns, I was talking about your butt, Kabu!"

He was sitting in the middle of his Stadium, on the ground and when you said that, he fell back laughing much more than he usually would allow himself to in front of a crowd. He should have known that's what you meant then, all he wished to say in response was that he felt the same way. He knows you would have playfully hit him on the arm or something and thank him for the compliment.

A few more questions passed until it was getting close to the countdown. There was an ad break a few minutes before it started. You didn't want to be here, your heart was telling you to leave, take a flying taxi, find Kabu, find home, and be where you know you want to be. You slowly got up from the waiting area, ignoring the calling security, interviewer, and anyone else you just left.

Ten.

You ran, forgetting you had a flying taxi even though you thought about it moments ago. You only had one thing on your mind and that was reaching Kabu before the countdown was over. You ran, your legs wanting to stop but you wouldn't allow it, your lungs trying to take in all the cold air, and the fancy shoes on your feet making it even more difficult. You stopped and took them off, hastily picking them up then running again. No rock on the ground was stopping you from being where you wanted to be tonight.

Nine.

When the show came back on, you weren't there and he was confused. Apparently you had left abruptly, this caused him to worry and tried getting a hold of you through a text then called you.

Eight.

Kabu didn't know you ran off, leaving your items behind with only one goal in mind. His destination was within your line of sight and it made you push forward much faster, pushing your legs harder to make it before the time ran out.

Seven.

He wanted to be able to at least to see you through the screen as the countdown started. Where did you go? Why did you leave? Were you even okay? Now all he could think about was your well-being.

Six.

You were jogging past the hair salon, the many small stores on the sides, some which had people. People watching the Champion run to the elevator that would take you to Motostoke Stadium.

Five.

No one asked questions as you walked in, your legs almost wanting to give in. You continued, waving off others that wanted to help you walk towards the doors to the Stadium itself.

Four.

You stood in the tunnel for a couple of seconds, your eyes searching for Kabu. He who was watching the screen, hoping for your appearance or any news on your location.

Three.

The crowd spotted you first, the loud cheers startling Kabu as his eyes met yours when he turned his head in your direction. He never felt more relieved to see you there, why you had disappeared made much more sense to a lot people now that you were here.

Two.

With all the strength you could muster in your legs, you practically limped forward. Absolutely tired by the run and feeling like a whole idiot for not using a taxi when you could have at any point on your way here. He saw you panting, no shoes on your feet, you looked like quite the beautiful mess.

One.

No words are exchanged as you throw your arms around his neck, holding him in a tight embrace before your lips passionately meet his. He was slightly taken aback by the roughness of the kiss, you had his body right against yours, and a hand clutching the hair on the back his head. How long had it been since he has had something like this? He had forgotten how amazing this physical contact could feel and experiencing this made him feel as if it was a first kiss. Then the clock strikes twelve, your hold on him loosens, and its just you and him.

Your forehead was on his, you two were sharing breaths because of how long and sudden it was. Embarrassment hit you randomly when you realized there was a crowd, you left an interview, and Kabu was probably staring at you while you didn't dare open your eyes. Not until you could look at him and say something that didn't sound like you didn't know how to form sentences.

You could hear the crowd now, the whistling, the clapping, the stomping of their feet, any form of cheering the could make they did it.

"Another year of you and me," He said. "I am looking forward to another one." He gave you one chaste kiss for his own pleasure and you smiled.

"I look forward to another one too."

#request #happy new year #!!#kabu swsh #swsh kabu #pokemon kabu #kabu #kabu is all i need lmao #kabu pokemon #pokemon sword and shield #pokemon shield #pokemon sword #pokemon #sword and shield #swsh #pokemon swsh #drabble #oneshot

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chaosbcrne · 5 years ago

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little... update, i guess, on some things concerning this blog

first off apologies for the decrease in activity the last couple days, stressful stuff is coming up at work, the ‘im responsible for this but also powerless to deal with it’ variety and its contributed in making it difficult to get my head together for writing

that being said a couple other things came up over said past couple days that i want to address, in a way. not explicitly, but still.

first off i want to remind anyone concerned that if we’re mutuals, you are more than welcome to call me on my shit when it comes up. whether its because you find my attitude passive-aggressive, because i forget to tag stuff, because you’re made uncomfortable by something i say or do, please don’t hesitate to let me know. im a flawed person hoping to keep growing and that wont happen if those around me let me believe the problematic stuff i do is tolerable. i know i can be blunt and defensive (especially @ anons), but again, if we’re mutuals i assume there’s a minimum of mutual respect and thats more than enough for me to hear people out

that being said, some things might change a bit over the following week or so. ive had this nagging, reoccurring feeling about the rpc over the summer, and while it’s dimmed a lot during the past couple weeks it’s still very much there and i think i’ve come to a realization. months ago i revamped this blog in an attempt to open myself up to the community, as i felt i’d backed myself into a corner of it. and i tried, and it worked for the most part, especially recently

but for a while, i felt like it had done me more harm than good, leaving me to feel left out even though i was in fact trying to show interest to more people. it took me some time, but i realize now that its merely the result of opening myself up to a community that’s not all sunshine and rainbows. it’s not nearly as bad as in some others, but i find there’s still a bit of underlying clique culture in this community, enough that every now and then i’ll be hit in the face with the sudden feeling that i don’t belong

which isn’t the case. i know, on a good day, that i have a place here. unfortunately, it doesn’t change that sometimes, intentionally or not, some people contribute in making me feel like i don’t. now that im content with what i have going on this blog, that i have plenty to look forward to and a lot of great people to plot and write with, i think it’s time i consider taking a step back and going over what’s really healthy to expose myself to and what might not be.

what does this mean objectively ? im not sure yet. i don’t plan on dropping anymore threads than i have already recently (not yet anyway). i will very probably unfollow some people, however. people i dont see myself interacting with anytime soon, for one reason or another. it’s not personal, more so for my own comfort and peace of mind, as i’d rather avoid feeling left out of things i was never gonna get in on in the first place. im sure most of you can understand

#✮ ☾ sealed inside the pod ☽ ↳ ooc #pltblt #this is difficult to put into words #.negative #not really but just in case

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maisjetaime · 5 years ago

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Sorry if this is too much but what steps did you take to cure your ed? apart from therapy...unless you didn't see anyone. I'm unsure :/

Hey, i’m sorry for not replying to this one sooner…to be quite honest, my eating disorder is a subject that made me feel very uneasy for quite a while; but I thankfully turned a huge corner in the past few months and I feel more comfortable talking about my recovery process now. x

I became sick really young and I didn’t really have any support from my family or friends as I had pushed everyone away in fear that they’d get sick too or that they’d try to stop me from “reaching my goal”…so we all kind of lived in denial until I decided, by myself, that I wanted to start recovering. I didn’t reach out to a therapist, or any other specialist, because the cost of them are not covered by my country’s public, or private insurance; therefore, I truly couldn’t afford one. Plus, I don’t think I was mentally ready to explore the root of my ED just yet as it would’ve been too much.

My recovering process began with me acknowledging the fact that I was indeed anorexic and that my relationship with food was not normal. My first step was to make a list of all the foods that I was afraid of, and then making it my mission to eat them; even if it was just a few bites. I won’t lie, that whole process was incredibly difficult, but I felt stronger as time went by.

I think the most important thing is to surround yourself with positive, and encouraging people: both in real life, and online. Unfollow the pro-ana blogs, unfollow the fitness gurus (even if they’re not promoting unhealthy eating habits per se…your priority needs to be recovery, and although being fit is a nice goal, your ED will grasp onto it and mask itself under it…so unfollowing them is quite important) unfollow any blog, person, and influencer who self-depicts or spreads any type of negativity. You cannot allow yourself to be surrounded by that kind of energy, especially when you’re recovering. Only accept to be surrounded by people who encourage self-acceptance, self-love, and healthy lifestyles (both for the mind and the body). I know this is difficult because we cannot choose everyone in our life (i’m thinking of our family for example) but we can choose to block their access to us…or at least make it less frequent/easy. Also, the fact that we cannot choose our family is the reason why I think it’s absolutely crucial that we make sure to be surrounded by inspiring, soulful, and overall positive people online and in our friendships.

The next step is to change the way you see food and realize that it is, first and foremost, fuel: for your body, your mind, and your soul. Let go of all the numbers, the calories, the grams, etc. those things truly don’t matter…even if they feel like the whole world revolves around them. Start seeing food as fuel, and shared memories with those you love. No matter how corny it sounds…it truly helps to start seeing it that way. My best friend and I (who I met at the beginning of my recovery) started cooking, and baking together. We would prepare meals for our friends and we’d bake cakes at 1AM only to eat it in my room. We would never talk about the sugar, the fat or the calories of it all…we would just enjoy it and whenever ED would creep in, i’d remind myself that I was living a moment, that would quickly become a memory, and that I was going to cherish it forever. It didn’t stop the ED from controlling me a bit, but it did help.

It’s quite difficult for your body and your mind to reconnect after an ED as your body feels “betrayed” that you starved it. The hunger cues are out of whack and it’s easy to start binging, and essentially fall into another eating disorder. To be fully honest, that’s exactly what happened to me. I think that, looking back, I would’ve approached it differently and I would’ve had more of a ‘baby step’ approach rather than jumping into it and eating everything that I possibly could and falling into this pattern of excessively exercising to compensate for the huge amount of food that I was eating. So my advice would be to take it easy and to not punish yourself if you eat too much…it’s okay and it’s normal as your body is in full survival mode.

As you start to gain weight, the ED thoughts are going to creep in a lot; but try your best to not listen to them. Donate your old clothes that no longer fit, and go thrift shopping for more. I actually saw this as an opportunity to re-invent my style and it really helped me get through it all. Don’t weight yourself, and don’t measure yourself…you don’t need to know those numbers. Actually, for a very long time, I told my doctor, and other medical professionals who needed to weigh me, that I didn’t want to know the numbers; and so i’d step on the scale with my back to it. It felt a little extra, but I knew that it’s what I needed to do to protect myself; and I’m glad I did it. I still don’t weigh myself to this day, and I don’t see myself doing it anytime soon.

This brings me to my last point: understand that recovery is not a linear process and that there will be bad days, and there will be good days. Don’t let the step backs discourage you from waking up the next morning and choosing recovery again. It’s a hard battle but it’s so worth it. I started recovering 6 years ago and I still have bad days once in a while..but it’s not nearly as bad as it used to be; and it keeps getting better as time advances and as I keep choosing recovery every morning.

I’m sending so much love your way (assuming that you have an ED) and I truly hope that you get better as soon as possible 💘💘💘

#vulnerability hour again: not sorry about this one #also don't be afraid to talk about it and be openly vulnerable about it #looking back I think I started making a lot of progress when I started talking about my ED openly and breaking the stigma around it #It made me feel like I was in control and that it wasn't a secret that held power over me #you got this (again assuming you have an ED) xxxx #ask #Anonymous

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planet-among-stars · 5 years ago

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An open letter about my first love

I was in love with this girl. My first time being in love ever. I’ve never felt more vulnerable and insecure but at peace at the same time. I kept it a secret for so so long. And it pained me to hold it in. To not tell her I loved her. It hurt like hell. I just wanted her to know I cared. One day I told her. After months and months of keeping it in and it was fine. She said nothing would change. Of course I believed her. Things did change though, overtime. We don’t talk anymore. I miss her like crazy. Everything reminds me of her. Ever since I told her my whole life changed and I can’t separate whether it’s because I miss her so much or if something else is haunting me. Regardless I want her back in my life. Sometimes I just sit and think am I absolutely insane for caring about someone I didn’t even date as much as I do. Someone who had absolutely zero interest in me other than platonically? Does that make me crazy? It scares me to think that. But everything I do reminds me of her. I still dream about her. I’ve thought about her everyday for almost 3 years, yet I still can’t bring myself to let go. And I’m so afraid that makes me crazy. But this girl was my first love and she could do anything to hurt me or to love me or whatever. And I would still love her back. My love for her would never run out. I can confidently say I’ve fallen out of love with her but that doesn’t mean I don’t want her still. Or that I don’t love her. Because with every piece of my being I do. I want her so badly and in every way. Ever since we stopped talking properly the way I am is just different. Early on I found myself missing my old self. But now I don’t even know who that is. I’m different. I’ve changed. I don’t think she knows just how much I cared. Sure she knew I loved her. But I don’t think she knew what love meant. She certainly didn’t understand how I could love her if we weren’t together anyway. She also didn’t understand it because we were both so young. Honestly I don’t know how I loved her that much when I was so young either. Feelings for her come and go. I used to be just depressed and resentful all the time because I felt horribly about liking her. And I felt horribly for being gay. I suppose that was a big part of why she affected me so greatly. Because before her I never knew I liked girls. However nearly three years later I still feel so strongly about her. I’ve never felt like this for anyone else. I miss the little things the most I think. Sometimes a little memory will pop up in my mind of her. Mostly good things. Like how she smiled when she talked about the necklace her mom gave her. Or when she told me she loved me when I said happy birthday. Or how she was so accepting when I came out. And how she smiled. The way her eyes turned to pool of honey when the light hit them. The way she turned her head when you talked to her, a tell tale sign that she was really listening. How passionately she loved her friends. As good as these things are though she had her flaws just like anyone else. She can’t commit to anyone. Even though she’s still very young and should just be having fun. All the boys who liked her fell hard and she wasn’t there to catch them and she knew it too. She knew she wasn’t going to fall in love anytime soon. She’s a picky eater too if that counts for anything. She has a hard time acccepting the truth. And brushes you off if something is too much to handle. She can be cold and callous when things don’t go her way. I’m sure some of the things she said were heat of the moment. But it doesn’t make it hurt any less. All these “bad” qualities I never saw in the beginning. As they say “love is blind” I see them now though and I feel so sorry for my past self who didn’t see it. I wish sometimes that I had never told her I loved her because of all the hypotheticals that could’ve played out. Like what if we were still friends? What if she’s actually gay? What if the crush just went away? Would it have all been okay then?

Even now though I still think there’s a future for us. Maybe In a year or two when the dust has settled. I hope that she’ll be willing to reconcile with me. I think I’ll always want her in my life. One of the last times we talked she told me that she doesn’t think of me anymore, and I admit that hurt. Because I think about her everyday. I suppose I understand where she’s coming from. She still views my Snapchat story. But we both unfollowed each other on Instagram. We both see each other now and then but we never say hi. Or smile. Or nod. Or anything. Just like we don’t know each other. Admittedly, that hurts too. Wherever she is tonight. I hope she’s doing well. I mean that so genuinely. I hope she’s okay. I hope she’ll find someone who loves her. I hope she one day might think of me again. And then maybe speak to me, not letting our past mistakes and harsh words cloud her judgement. I really just genuinely hope she finds what she’s looking for. Regardless if I’m there or not. I hope her life is filled with joy and love and happiness and people who love her and people she loves. Forever and always

-J

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a-fluffer-nutter · 6 years ago

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The Real Lovelies

A/N - Hey guys, sorry for the delay on Game Grumps fics for the week, but here is fic 1! Now, I wasn’t prompted this one, but after watching the video of Arin apologizing, I knew I had to write this. What happened in the GG community is horrible and if you were one of the people that bitched at Arin, please fucking unfollow me. You’re actual scum and making someone feel bad about something they can barely do anything about it fucking disgusting. But for everyone else, The Real Lovelies, who supports Arin, thank you for being a good person and I hope we can all agree he is doing his best and we love him to death. Now I hope this fic makes everyone see what scummy people can do to a person, but also shows that there is some happiness to be found in our friends. I hope you all enjoy this and I hope you have a good day. Thank y’all!

Word Count: 1,392

The room was completely dark, save for the laptop resting on the desk. A video was buffering before being uploaded to YouTube, very little edits made to this one, which was very strange for the man. Firstly, he never edited a video by hand, normally paying his friends to do it for him, the business life never ending. It had been a few years since he edited a video himself, but he felt the need to do it, just this once. Secondly, the man never filmed videos alone, especially when the audience could see his face, a one on one experience. It was strange not to have one of his friends by his side, making crude remarks about literally anything, but this was different. Arin was pouring his heart out into this apology.

Resting his head into his hands, he sat at the lone desk, closing his eyes in sadness. It wasn’t his fault that everything was happening at once, that his mental health had hit a wall with no warning. It wasn’t his fault that he didn’t feel like doing Ghoul Grumps, it was his exhaustion, his mentality, his busyness, but here he was, issuing an apology to all his fans. He didn’t want this to happen, to not do Ghoul Grumps, but it just happened. It wasn’t his fault really, but yet it was. It really was, and there were so many fans reminding him that it was his fault.

All his fault.

The words of many comments filled his head, filled it with sorrow, a dash of anger, and a lot of grief. He ran Game Grumps, he ran everything. He should’ve been on top of things, he should have been in control of what was being recorded, what was going on, but he wasn’t. He let something slip, and now his fans hated him. The Lovelies were against him and it was all his fault. And what else could he do but apologize to them all, then sit alone and hate everything about himself. It was all his fault and he knew it, and all these god damned emotions were making him feel even worse.

The door behind him creaked open just a sliver, a hazel eye peering into the dark room. Arin didn’t move as the door opened just enough to let a thin man to slip in. His footsteps were quiet, but sounded like thunder pounding in Arin’s head, silencing as the other man loomed over Arin’s folded over body.

“You didn’t need to apologize,” Dan grabbed the back of the chair as he leaned in closer, eyes scanning the screen as the video was nearly done uploading. His eyebrow shot up when he saw the timestamp on the video, it being significantly longer than he thought it was going to be. Sure, Arin told him he was going to make this video, but Dan thought it was going to be something short. With the run time of just over eleven minutes, Dan knew Arin bore his soul into this video that he didn’t even have to make. “It really wasn’t your fault. All of us were fine with us not doing Ghoul Grumps, we had so many other things to do. It’s okay.”

“But all the Lovelies are pissed,” Arin said, voice cracking, his head still in his hands. “So many of them were upset we didn’t do Ghoul Grumps and it was all my fault. I should’ve managed time better, I should’ve done so many things differently. It’s all my fault, and they’re all fucking pissed at me because of it.”

“Dammit Arin,” Dan’s tone made Arin flinch before he felt the chair turn around, having to lean back so he didn’t fall over. Slouching against the back of the chair, Arin looked up at Dan, his eyes fleeting off every few seconds. Dan pointed at the laptop behind the chair, the faint light illuminating half of his face. “Fuck those guys. The people that are complaining are not fans and definitely not Lovelies. They’re all a bunch of horrible people that want to make you feel bad for not doing one thing. Forget about them. If they were real fans, they would understand that everything you are doing for Grumps is a privilege for them to see, not a right. You don’t need to do Game Grumps, but you do because you love it, and no one should blame you if you need a break from everything you’re doing. Hell, I love being on tour, being on the stage, but I have to take breaks. You deserve breaks too and all the real Lovelies know that.”

Arin wore a weak smile that trembled ever so slightly, a crystalline film of tears blurred his vision. He wanted to believe Dan, but all those comments. They got under his skin more than he thought they would.

“But…”

“No buts, Big Cat,” Dan interrupted his best friend, not wanting Arin to go off on a self-loathing tangent. Instead, Dan quickly grabbed Arin’s hand, pulling him to his feet and into his arms in one swift motion. Arin didn’t have any time to think before he pressing his face into the crook of Dan’s neck, letting the tears finally flow. Dan held Arin close to him as he watched the video go live, ready for the world to see it. He was tempted to delete it before anyone could watch it, but he knew that would upset Arin even more, so all he could do was comfort him to the best of his abilities.

“Hey, Arin,” Dan broke the long silence, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. Arin had been nuzzling his face into Dan’s neck, which was fine at first, but it was starting to tickle like hell.

“Mhm,” Arin hummed, moving his head as if to meet Dan’s gaze, but his eyes were shielded by both Dan’s and his own long hair. This movement made Dan flinch, making him wiggle a bit, taking a short step back. “What’s wrong.”

“Tickles,” Dan said quietly, rolling his eyes as he heard soft chuckles rising from Arin’s chest.

“But I’m finally starting to feel better,” Arin said, his fingers drumming against Dan’s ribs, smiling as the older man started to giggle, trying to get away. “And it sounds like you’re feeling better too.”

“I was already feeling fine,” Dan said with a squeak, folding into himself as Arin skittered his fingers over his belly while still trapping him in the embrace. Arin inched backwards, wanting to see Dan’s bright smile.

“Well, now you are extra fine,” Arin beamed, the happiest he had been in hours. He had quickly reduced Dan into his hysterical, wheezy laughter, a few squeaks and squeals thrown into the mix. However, Arin was definitely not expecting Dan to reciprocate so fast. “H-Hey, wait!”

“You’re the sad one here,” Dan cooed, going for Arin’s belly, listening to the laughter completely overcome him. Arin couldn’t help but fall into Dan, hiding his face back in the crook of his neck, but this time to hide his laughter, not his tears. This position was not very good for Dan, as Arin was inadvertently tickling the shit out of his neck again, but now he was more focused on making Arin laugh like a mad man that he was able to resist the temptation to get away, though a few sharp giggles escaped his lips from time to time.

After some time, Dan let his arms go slack, dangling at his sides as Arin still hugged him, residual giggles shaking his whole body. He smiled down at the younger man, knowing he had done his job well.

“How’re you doing?” Dan asked, softly as Arin took a step back, standing a bit straighter.

“Better,” Arin ran a hand through his hair, glancing down at the floor. “Thank you so much.”

“Anytime, Big Cat,” Dan smiled, pulling him back into his embrace. He looked over at the laptop and saw the number of comments climb exponentially. He could barely make out words of encouragement and apologies coming from a few people. These were the real Lovelies that loved and cared for all of them. And no matter what happened, Dan knew the real Lovelies would have their backs and that he would always have Arin’s back.

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ihavenoside · 6 years ago

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Rules for mobile users.

Because I thought I’d done this months ago, under readmore is just my rules that I have on my blog so mobile users have access to them too since tumblr is dumb. Mad respect for anyone stuck on mobile and actively uses it as there rp source because I sure as hell can’t lol.

The mun

The mun and muse are both 21+.

I don’t have anything that needs to be tagged other then NSFW. This regards pictures only, mostly related to smut. If you reblog a lot of shipy pictures and don’t tag it appropriately, I’ll have to unfollow you. I live in a small house, eyes can be on my screen at any given time. Otherwise, I wouldn’t care as much.

Considering the theme of this game, if it’s expected, I’m not likely to tag it. HOWEVER. If it’s related to pictures, like blood. I will tag it (tw: blood) and any darker themed rps will likely fall under readmore. If something does need tagging, please let me know and I’ll do my best to tag it.

Mutuals & Non-Mutuals may message me using the IM system anytime for ooc chat, plot, thread discussion, character and headcanon questions. Don’t be shy, I’m really nice and would love to chat! Chances are I’m more afraid to talk to you then you are to talk to me. With respect, I wish you to reply to any messages I send you at your convenience with reminders a day or two later in case they have been forgotten. In return, I wish for the same respect. Whether we’re active on the dash or not.

Regarding personals, I don’t mind you liking my threads/openers/OOC/IC response or dash commentary but do not reblog them if it is not for the purpose of rping or the rp is not with you. Unless told otherwise, otherwise I’m going to soft block you.

I’m not the greatest when it comes to socializing. Regarding irl there isn’t much for me to say but I do enjoy people coming to talk to me about characters, threads and anything. If we’ve talked/rped for a while, you can ask for my discord but threads will remain on tumblr.

Following

I’m Canon and OC friendly.

Please have a bio and rules page available. It’s much easier to get to know you and your character that way.

I will not follow personals nor will I roleplay with them. There is only one person exempt from this rule. However, personals can send in asks directed at both mun and muse if they like.

Just because I don’t follow you, doesn’t mean I won’t RP with you. I have my reasons for this and in no way reflects poorly on you as a role player. I’d like to rp with everyone but I’d like to keep my dash manageable.

If we’re mutuals, I want to roleplay with you but it’s okay if you don’t want to rp with me. You can tell me no just as I have the right to tell you no.

If you’re a person of the same muse or face claim as me, I’m still willing to rp with you. I’m also willing to roleplay with more than one person of the same character, just sorry in advance if I get you guys mixed up lol. Muns of the same character can yield different results. If you see me rping with a muse you have, I’ll still rp with you too!

Threads

I’m AU/Crossover/Multi-verse friendly.

I like plotting beforehand but random rps are okay too. I have wishlists Here and Here full of idea’s that I’d love to play out. Most idea’s can be interchangeable with muses and oc’s but should be discussed.

I tend to do paragraph rps but I’ll do one-liners and all that. I also use icons from time to time, you never have to match my length or use icons if you don’t want to. As long as you give me something to work with, it’s all good.

Any RP blog can reply to my OPENers, Joke RPs, IC or Dash Commentaries unless it’s stated otherwise (like its mentioned mutuals only). If you see an opener you like and it already has notes on it, you can still reply to it or make a new thread and @ myname in it. With or without my permission.

I’m okay with violent rps, simply be realistic. (Talking to me first is preferable.) If you put my muses life in danger, expect them to fight back.

If you ever send me an ask or vice versa and wish to turn that ask into a thread. By all means do so, with or without my permission. All I ask is that use the @ myname so I can see it.

If I’ve not liked a thread or responded to it in a few days at first, please let me know, I might have missed it.

If I’m rping with you and haven’t replied in a while, remind me. I might have forgotten/lost the thread. If said it’s in drafts, then I’ll get to it. Sometimes I have a hard time, other times because of life I don’t have time too. I like putting 100% into my threads and would rather not half-ass it because I’m tired. I’m also always willing to do more than one thread with you but I can be slow at replying.

If you ever want to drop a thread with me, you can let me know and we can plot out something new when you’re ready. If you don’t want something new, that’s cool too. Rping is made to be fun and if a thread no longer fun then why stress?

My thread tracker can be found in my navigation page. I will do my best to keep it up to date. If you see our thread is missing, let me know, please. If you’ve not responded in 3 months, the thread will be archived but it doesn’t mean you can’t respond to it a year later.

Shipping

I like shipbuilding. I would much rather our characters interact and be friends before starting a ship. I feel slow burns give more content to rp and chemistry is important. I don’t want it to be all fluff either, people disagree and fight but this should never turn into an abusive thing. (Unless we want it that way.)

My level of comfort really varies when it comes to shipping characters. The muns will have had to be in communication for a bit and rules discussed beforehand if we really want to dive into it but in general, while shipping is fun it’s not something I outwardly seek.

I have no problem with your muse expressing romantic feelings towards mine but if I’ve not discussed this, i’m going to turn it down but unrequited love is a thing.

I’m multi-verse / multi-ship. I reserve the right to stop our ship just like you have the right to tell me the same. Things happen, muses don’t work out. It’s cool to stop or try and work it out. I don’t want this to be a stressful thing and would rather the muns remain friends but if that can’t work out. it’s cool too.

I’m pretty open to the idea of shipping him with anyone he has chemistry with but Hank and other Connors. I would also prefer the RK Series to see each other as siblings but it’s not a requirement.

#rules #Software Glitch Detected: OOC #For Mobile Users

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amorsphere · 2 years ago

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hello!

by visiting this page, you have agreed to asa’s terms of services, which would be:

⋆ a reminder to take a good care of yourself! when the world is already pretty harsh to everybody, it’s a good reason for you to treat yourself well. it’s the least you can do for yourself, it’s something that will surely help with everything.

⋆ stay hydrated. it does sound easy and simple, that’s why it’s an obligation! i don’t have to explain further for this one, do i? ;]

⋆ be kind to everyone; and in this matter, to yourself too! your feelings are valid so i hope you don’t question your worth thinking it’s never enough. you are you, you are the one who knows yourself best, you are the one who decides your value. do yourself good so you can treat everyone well too!

⋆ be happy but not to the point where you force yourself to. it’s okay to do it little by little in your own pace. you’ll get there eventually, so trust yourself enough for it!

⋆ spread love! <3

BEFORE YOU FOLLOW, PLEASE READ BELOW.

i go by the name audene cassandra. asa or audy, i’ll leave it up to you whichever you think fits me better. if you’ve forgotten where we met, you can easily ask me anytime! i attached my roleplay accounts here and my list of closed agencies here so you may go check it out first before you ask. as basic information, i use feminine pronoun but i don't mind anyone referring to me using neutral pronoun, so she/her and they/them are both alright! and yes, i am in my legal age too so users with "mdni" labels are also free to interact. a pleasure to meet you!

PLEASE NOTE THIS TOO: i am not following anyone randomly, so if you would like to be friends, do let me know! i don’t follow anyone i never talked to before if it's not from menfesses or fcvs, so i hope you understand that i don’t give followbacks to strangers unless i’m being asked to─which i will also ask you back about how did you end up following me.

ALSO, cyber account is a place where i am me, as myself, not my rp personas nor the image i put up as someone in real life. if you’re uncomfortable with my tweets or medias, you are always free to do mute, unfollow or even leave a hard block. i might do a lot of tmis regarding my real life but despite so, please refrain from asking personal information unless we’re close enough and you’ve known me for long.

FEEL FREE to point out when i make mistakes, though! i'll really appreciate it if you can let me know in private about things that i do wrong. i'll be very delighted to know that i can always improve to be a better person; even better will thank you for correcting me if there's anything about me that doesn't sit well with you.

PLEASE DO NOT FOLLOW ME if you like to subtweet your friends and engage yourself in directed hates and fights on timeline. i would love to keep my timeline peaceful and anxiety-free. i don’t mind rants and thoughts, but directed hates will surely receive a mute or unfollow button. please also lessen being rude. then last but not least, i will really appreciate it if you put trigger warnings on sensitive tweets related to violence, blood, or anything gore.

I CAN ASSURE that my account is safe for everyone of all age, or anyone at all. if you have anything to let me know anonymously, you can visit this link too. thank you so much for reading and make sure to take notes of my terms and conditions that i wrote above! <3

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mystiquemaple · 6 years ago

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14 Days Guide to Learning to Love your Body

I always laugh when someone tells me they think I’m confident because I feel like I am SO far from it. When I think of a confident woman, I think of Blake Lively, Deepika Padukone, Elaine Welteroth, Taylor Swift, Priyanka Chopra — you get what I’m saying. I never thought someone “normal,” let alone someone who’s had body image issues all her life, could have confidence. But I’ve discovered confidence is less about if you have a successful career, or you have six-pack abs, or you finally met the partner of your dreams; it’s about you feeling comfortable in your own skin, regardless of where your life is going in that moment.

Finding peace with yourself doesn’t have to start with some big revelation, so we’re giving you actionable steps you can take every day for two weeks to feel better about your own body image.

Day 1: Throw out your scale

The second I did this, my entire life changed. It’s a lot of pressure to have that lying around your home, and it gives this arbitrary thing, like a number on the scale, so much power over your life. If you’re worried about not being able to check your weight every so often, know that you can always ask at the doctor’s office. I personally tell my doctors to withhold my weight from me, and I don’t look at the scale even there. There’s no reason I need to know how much I weigh, and it’s truly riveting to just stop worrying so much about a number.

Day 2: Unfollow negative sources of inspiration

I consistently do Instagram audits where I unfollow anyone who doesn’t share the same values as I do, but it’s less common for me to do it elsewhere. Facebook can be a very negative space if your news feed is constantly people complaining about their own bodies or giving unsolicited advice. Unfriend and unfollow people who don’t share the same vision as you do for your body. Not only does this spread negative vibes all over your favorite space to find recipes and cat videos, it also signals to your brain that this type of body talk is okay.

Day 3: Make a list of your favorite traits about yourself

I know, I know, it sounds hokey, and it is. I’m not going to lie to you. But it puts you in a mindset of thinking positively about yourself — something we’re not always encouraged to do. Women who love themselves are often seen as conceited or bitchy. In reality, it’s totally okay, actually encouraged, to admit how much you love the way you look in your favorite jeans or how much you love your hair.

This list doesn’t have to be exclusive to physical traits. We’re all more than a body, so it’s important to understand what personality and leadership traits you feel confident in and proud of.

Day 4: Make a list of what you’d like to change and decide how you’ll change it

Now that you’ve made a list of everything you love about yourself, make a list of the aspects that you can change or improve about yourself. Make sure these are actionable, attainable goals, and decide the steps you will take to get there.

For example, I want to eat healthier. (Don’t we all?) Instead of constantly saying I want to eat healthier and still getting Swiggy tonight, I can make a plan of exactly how I’m going to implement healthy eating into my daily life. I can meal prep my lunches rather than be eating out, set aside one night a week to go out with my friends, and make a new healthy recipe every week.

In this step, it’s also important to accept the parts of your body that you cannot change. This most definitely isn’t a one-day thing, but by figuring out what you can change, you begin accepting and loving your body for what it is.

Day 5: See food as fuel

Not everyone feels healthy eating a salad, just as some people naturally feel gross drinking a glass of soda. When there’s so many different diets and ways to eat out there, it can be hard to feel like you’re eating the “right” thing. Do some digging and eat what feels right for your own body. Figure out how your body likes to be nourished. Looking at food as a fuel rather than something we need to indulge in all the time allows you to understand what it is that makes your body feel good. If you just can’t get through a kale salad, that is just fine.

Day 6: Spend time with your body

) Take some time today to get in your favorite swimsuit or that lingerie you bought when you were feeling yourself. It’ll feel awkward and uncomfortable at first, but as you keep walking around, cooking dinner, and snuggling with your dog, you’ll start to get used to it.

There’s something about spending time with your body that sort of lets you get used to it. It’s easy to get dressed every morning and feel like you’re not really paying attention to your body. Taking the time to get comfortable with your body, exactly how it is, shows you just how much it can do.

Day 7: Don’t discuss anyone else’s body for a day

Imagine if we never talked about what anyone else looked like? We’d all feel a little more at ease with our own bodies if we stopped focusing so much on everyone else’s. Spend one day concentrating solely on how people make you feel, how intelligent they can be, and their values. It’s unfortunate just how much we base our own self-worth on our judgments and perceptions of someone else.

Day 8: Meditate

There’s a reason so many people swear by meditation and mindfulness. Sometimes, it’s important to get out of your own head if you want to feel good about your body. Take some time today to think about literally nothing.

Day 9: Make a list of positive body affirmations

When you just need a little pick-me-up, positive affirmations always have your back. You can journal these, post them on your mirror or just come back to them when you’re feeling a little less than in love with your body. Here are some of my favorites for body love:

I love my body as it is today.

My body deserves respect.

Food is not the enemy, and I am grateful that I have food to nourish me.

I am allowed to take up space.

Others’ opinions of my body do not affect or involve me.

I trust the wisdom of my body.

My well-being is the most important thing to me. I am responsible for taking care of me.

I choose to do and say kind things for and about myself.

My body is a gift.

It’s okay for me to like myself. It’s okay for me to love myself.

Day 10: Find workouts that you love

Yoga makes me feel sexy, and lifting weights makes me feels strong. Running, on the other hand, gives me wretched flashbacks of the pacer test in middle school, so you’ll never catch me dead on a treadmill. This can take some trial and error, but find workout routines that make you feel how you want when you’re working out. Whether you want to feel powerful, happy, or calm, there’s a workout for you.

Day 11: Donate clothes that don’t make you feel good

There’s no point in keeping clothes that don’t fit you or don’t make you feel comfortable. Those Bellbottom Pants you splurged on when you were 17 aren’t going to come back anytime soon, and there will always be another pair of cute new jeans available in your current size. Go through your closet, try everything on, and get rid of the items that don’t make you feel and look exactly how you want. Confident women wear clothes that make them feel good, and in turn, they always seem to look good regardless of what they’re wearing.

Day 12: Find your power outfit

It’s good to have a go-to outfit that always makes you feel fierce. Whether it’s a pantsuit or your go-to jeans, there’s something so confident about someone who knows they look their best in an outfit. Explore your closet and have fun putting new pieces together. Have a fashion show with your BFF. Remind yourself that fashion can be fun, and it isn’t limited to one body type or size.

Day 13: Experiment with your makeup routine

I tend to forget how confident a woman in red lipstick can look. While you can’t always rock a smokey eye to the office, you can change up products and how you apply them to your face. I’m a big fan of the whole “no makeup, model-off-duty” look this summer, but trying a wash of color on the lids, going foundation-less, or a bright lip is summer trends you can achieve with very minimal effort. Makeup is size-less. You can rock a red lip regardless of your dress size, and there’s something powerful about achieving the look you want without having to worry about how it looks on your body shape.

Day 14: Allow yourself to have bad days

Some days, I just want to wear sweatpants and eat ice cream and not think about having to put on a confidence face. That’s okay. Confidence and positive body image are a process, and you’re going to have days where you feel like your best and days where you don’t. Being able to understand that shows that you’re on your way to loving and appreciating all that your body can do for you.

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What's been happening? How's life?

A lot! Or at least it feels like a lot. I finally got more hours at work. Still need to get a full time job though. I have been attending driving school for 6 weeks and passed. And now I have one more drive and still need lots of practice before I can even take the tests for getting my liscense. I STILL make wide turns Driving with a parent is stressful...and she just got a new car. So this should be interesting... 😅 Also dealing with responsibilities at home and bleh...Oh and today me and my brother are going to celebrate a late Mother's Day. Since my mom and I were busy with work that day.I was really amused (cracking up) at how many people reacted to the comment I left on the last post. So I'll go into some detail about that. 1. Because it's highly amusing imo 2. He's not like anyone I've ever met (I'll give an example why) 😆 3. It's part of the happenings currentlySo he has made this pic of himself (reminds me of a fuckboy pic) as his profile pic. And this was last year. He took a selfie in the bathroom mirror kinda showing off. But being more shy and looking down with a small smile. Also he was dating his gf at that time. All the pics from that point on felt off (didn't know about his relationship till a year later. It's just those pictures of him and her (I don't assume) or just him or anything felt really off and so I unfollowed him. So that I wouldn't see anything anymore in my newsfeed about him. Since I don't actively go looking through profiles. Since that's just creepy. Plus he gets tagged a lot by his mother and then that gf). Despite running into him a lot since ya know...fate or something or what have you. I really had NO idea about the relationship. I just KNEW something wasn't right. Felt wrong. And I could tell by his odd behavior. Yeah...we don't really talk to each other btw. Too awkward for him and I kinda gave up. Yeah...about that found out he was forced into that relationship by possibly his mother. Which explains EVERYTHING. He has the relationship hidden. You'd have to search for it to find it. No pics of her are as featured. Only him and his family. Kinda tells you WHO is important in his life. Doesn't it?? And his mother left a comment on a picture of them. Where he's posing with her for a selfie. And guys! He looked like such a stranger even felt like one from that one pic (which she made her profile pic). And no his profile pic is still JUST him. Her comment was pretty disturbing. It basically sounds like she's surprised that his gf can "handle" him. Almost as if she's afraid of her own son...wtf What even... Before I even knew about them dating. He suddenly became sooo desperate to get my attention. Would honk at me. Slow down when he saw me. Would get his buddies to spy on me at my work. And he would show up and just stare into my eyes as he walked past. Anytime he's in the store he wears a cap! And only at my work. Like he thinks it's a disguise! And I'll see him outside the store without it. He'd honk, wave anytime he saw me even act like he'll run me over when he see me....and then quickly turn and speed off. Who even does that?? I mind my own business. And without talking to anyone. I find out things about him lately. I overheard a conversation on the bus just a day ago even! Some dude was talking with some other guy. About a relationship saying that the guy or the girl told the other that they need to "take a break" and he think it eludes to them breaking up. Well I thought it rude of me to just listen in. So I was about to listen to my music again. When I hear them mention about a girl that works in a certain department (it's a department exclusive to our store and I'm the only girl *cough*) And that the guy keeps staring at her and he doesn't understand why. Something about a "face expression" and "not being fooled." Well just the day before. Guess who did that? Yuppers. Then he mentions the gf by name. Look. I didn't know who she was. And then one day some girl came by my work a few times shooting me dirty looks each time with some random guy (not her bf)...ok...I stood my ground and kept an eye on her. Bad vibes...And guess who she was...his gf. I was floored! Don't know why she was so mad. He's the one showing up at my work. Not the other way around. And here she was acting like a couple with someone who's not her boyfriend....and each time a different dude....helloooo??? What the heck. My life isn't normal. Ok so the dude on the bus has basically made it known that he's a friend of his. And goes on a rant about this girl. He says "I can't believe this is the same girl that told me that she's soooo baaaddd because she pops pills." Oh my god...how is that "baaaddd." (What I've seen and heard about her...she seems very stuck up. And her bf seems to avoid her like the plague. Because I never see them together. Even in those pics. There's distance between them and just...nooo. She looks like she's showing off a prize. I don't know how to explain it. And where's the smile on his face??? Odd. Besides, he's always with his friends or by himself when I see him. Which is pretty frequent since...well life I guess). So the dude on the bus cusses about her calling her a "bitch" multiple times (they got scolded by the busdriver for their "bad language." It's a public bus). They were roasting her about her being short and something about height difference between two people. I don't know what she did...but people seem to really despise her for some reason...I looked at the dude talking before I got off at my stop. And...I recognized him. I've seen this guy walking with him in my store. The day he walked by and proceeded to stare intensely into my eyes as he walked past. Then went over to an aisle and talked with him. Before walking out doing the same thing with the staring. And I even had an associate ask me about the weird guy who walked by twice ans was staring smh Which by the way. Doesn't creep me out at all. We just understand each other somehow. As illogical as that is. It's just this knowing. Anyways, I'vee talked smack about his friends. Because they are very rebellious people. But...honestly. From what I've seen they really care about him. Also he now looks miserable when I see him with his family (specifically his mom). But absolutely free and just having a blast when he's with his friends... I mean here was this friend of his sharing his frustration with some random stranger on the bus. Because he was worried about his friend. Ok I know this is a long post. So I'll wrap this up. I saw him later that day yesterday. After I'd seen him sitting outside the store. And he looked like he was trying to hide. And then he was back hours later further away and when he turned and looked at me. I started cracking up and said "AGAAAIIINNN?"Well later in the evening. I end up going to the store near us with my family. I see a group of guys that work there talking to each other. Sorta watching me. But eh. And I notice there's someone that I can't really see. So I take a peek. And guess who? He looks absolutely overjoyed! The biggest smile on his face. And he's looking at me...??? While my brother and me are talking and my brother is being a goofball and I keep trying to get him to shush or stop. Weird day. I didn't know he still worked there.Yeah...that got pretty long. I don't know why I felt like I should share that.But there it is. I guess he's supposed to be in my life. I just want him to be happy. That's all I can ever wish for him. Ok. I'll add one more thing. He needs to stand up for himself and make his own choices. It's his life. And if someone disagrees. Then that doesn't matter. And same goes for all of you. Make your own decisions. Don't feel pressured or obligated to do or be someone that goes against who you are or what's in your heart. Thank you anon for your question! I hope my answer wasn't too boring or anything. Have a lovely day! 💜

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auroraphilealis · 7 years ago

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hey, so I’ve been going through your advice tag for writing and publishing and all that jazz and i know you say to submit fics to phanfic and to not be afraid to reblog your fics and stuff of that sort but I have really bad anxiety and depression that kinda... stops?... me from doing that because of my huge and irrational fear of being judged+low self esteem so is there anyway you could give advice to help overcome that fear?? sorry for being a bother haha, thanks either way ^-^

you’re not a bother!! believe it or not, I’m completely the same! It wasn’t until about last September or so that I actually started reblogging myself, although I’ve always submitted to phanfic, so I understand the fear of not wanting to do that. Giving advice for this kind of thing is never easy, though, because its not… that simple, I guess?

It’s really just a matter of…. doing it, and as you do it more, it gets easier and easier.

Regrading phanfic.tumblr.com; That is literally what that blog is for, and what people use it for. It’s the place people ALWAYS go to when they want to find new fics, especially recent fics, or to keep up with new fics that come into the phandom as they come, because its otherwise just too hard to find fics that they haven’t already read. No one sees your fic being submitted there and thinks anything negative, because that’s why they follow that blog, why they go on that blog, and, more often than not, they do the exact same thing. Just keep reminding yourself that that is the point of the blog and you aren’t annoying anyone because the admins love their job posting those submissions, and the people who follow the blog follow it so they can always finds new fics!

Regarding self reblog; This is the harder one. I know how it feels. I used to shake anytime I reblogged my own fic just to reply to peoples comments on it, prepared and ready for people or my followers to yell at me. The reality is, no one has ever sent me a bad ask (and now that I’ve said this, I’m sure a troll will, but it’s fine, as I am aware that often people will send hateful messages just to be cruel and not actually because they mean them, so I just delete it) because most people don’t care if you reblog your fic to reply to nice things people say to you! As for self sponing yourself, I’ve also never been asked to stop, and, what I’ve done to calm myself down about it, is schedule the reblogs. So, essentially, I will schedule a reblog for 9am, 12pm, 3pm, 6pm, 9pm, 12am, 3am, 6am, or whatever varient depending on when I post, and then just…. ignore it completely. Most of the time, I forget I even scheduled the post and that it’s being reblogged itself, and that helped my anxiety a lot to the point where now I just… don’t care. If someone has a problem with me doing so, they can unfollow, but I see nothing wrong with it as it doesn’t happen that often, and onyl for the first 24 hours. Plus, most people’s dashes are very very busy, so they probably often won’t even notice how often my fic is reblogged.

I hope this could help in anyway? Again, dealing with depression and anxiety is so hard, and not everything works for everyone. Much of what I say will often sound easier said than done, and I am 100% aware of it, but… this is just how I deal with it and remind myself that it’s okay and I am safe.

Edit: to add to this, I’ve actually been on a steady decline of followers all day lmao. I’ve been stuck around 6,711 since this morning, and yet my activity keeps showing new people following me, which means that I’m losing the same amount who follow. I know this is because of how many asks I’ve been answering today, and how many text posts I’ve made just to enjoy myself. Don’t be offended at losing followers, some people just don’t want to see a lot of ask replies or you talking to yourself, but remember that this is your blog. No one has to follow you, you don’t have to follow anyone, and follower number isn’t the most important thing in the world. Enjoy yourself. As soon as a I stopped caring about follower number, and started being myself and happy, the more followers I, ironically, gained.

#asks #writing #advice #Anonymous

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theboatbuilderswife · 7 years ago

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❀ What has made you completely lose your chill?, ✿ What do you think about public call out posts?, ❥ Has someone ever ruined an FC or character for you?, ♥ What's the WORST thing that has happened to you rp wise?, ♦ What was a mildly annoying thing that has happened to you rp wise?, ☯ Have you ever tried to bring peace to a situation?, ☼ How long do you stay mad?, ☀ What's your rp pet peeve?

the salty af munday meme || NO LONGER ACCEPTING

❀ What has made you completely lose your chill?

Haha, oh I think you know what once did. I can think quite rational when it comes to a lot of things, but yeah, if anyone tries to attack/disrespect Helga or my close rp partners I will cut a bitch.

✿ What do you think about public call out posts?

p a t h e t i c. If you have a problem with someone, just block/unfollow them or grow a pair of balls and say it straight to their face instead of trying to act all sad ( or in some cases ‘tough’ ) and hope people will pity you/choose your side when they do not even know the other side of the story. It does not solve anything and will only make things worse.

❥ Has someone ever ruined an FC or character for you?

Oh Gods yes, more than once actually. I think I’ve got quite a list of fancasts/characters I just rather not see on my dash anymore, or even want to look at them in movies/shows just because they remind me of some people.

♥ What's the WORST thing that has happened to you rp wise?

Apart from still being labeled as toxic? Probably having been cut off/ignored entirely. Not only here, but also on d.is.cord etc. Especially because you have no clue what you might have done wrong and all of a sudden you’re just replaced, ideas/headcanons are getting stolen and ruined, and they still have the guts to after a while come back to you to say they want to try again ??? Neither me or Helga take very kindly in having our feelings being toyed with, so that person could kindly fuck off.

♦ What was a mildly annoying thing that has happened to you rp wise?

Well, this both made me laugh and somewhat annoyed, but I once had someone softblock me for no reason whatsoever ( well I think I do know the reason and that makes me laugh even more ), and still claims to be the kindest thing around. But I’ve even seen them once send an ask to someone about unfollowing/softblocking people as if it was the worst thing ever while they do it themselves ???

☯ Have you ever tried to bring peace to a situation?

Yep, I did, but I learned it’s best to stay out of certain things because you only have to say one ‘wrong’ thing and you’re immediately the bad guy.

☼ How long do you stay mad?

Usually not very long, but I do hold grudges. If someone ever wronged me I won’t forget about it anytime soon probably. It’s a bad way of dealing with things because I usually bottle it up, but yeah, I don’t forget things that easily ( and I have a resting bitchface which I am not afraid to use )

☀ What's your rp pet peeve?

People who only care about shipping their character(s) with every new muse they come across. Just don’t. It looks sad and hella thirsty.

#ofodinn #|| 𝒶 𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓇𝓎 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒽𝑒𝓇𝒷𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉 ( asks )#// this was a lot of salt oops

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i-read-good-books · 8 years ago

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Expomise Chapter 6!

I updated Expomise!

Summary:

“It’s really good to see you, Victor. Love the hair.”

His friend flushes, “Y-yes, I thought so, too.”

For a moment, they just kind of stand there, in silence, not really knowing what to say. Yuuri wants to tell him to come in again, wants to ask how Chris and Georgi are doing, wants to reach out and touch him, like he always does.

Except… he doesn’t.

Link to ao3: here

Chapter under the cut:

“I am a strong, independent wizard who needs no man,” Yuuri whispers to himself, clutching his scarf close to his chest. “This is fine.”

“Yuuri?” Luke’s voice reaches him just as he’s finishing lacing up his skates, as cheerful as always. “We’re waiting for you here!”

“...Coming,” he calls back weakly, straightening himself up and turning to glance backwards. The Coaches who have hours in the mornings are on the ice, carefully guiding beginners and lecturing some more experienced skaters, all of which look half-asleep still, clinging to the barriers and groaning every few minutes of exhausting exercise.

Luke, of course, is also there; because the universe just hates Yuuri that much that it didn’t have enough making him anxious and terrified of squirrels. He’s at the short door that opens up to the ice, beaming at him, wearing his colourful pink beanie and the tightest leggings Yuuri’s ever seen (and he’s a ballet dancer). “Slide in, big boy.”

Yuuri flushes as he’s making his way towards him, wincing at the sound the blade make against the ground, even if it’s protected against them, “Please don’t call me that, Luke.”

“Aw,” the teenager pouts, in a way so unnecessarily dramatic that it reminds Yuuri of Phichit. “But aren’t you such a big, strong boy?”

“I’m thi- almost fourteen,” he splutters, not meeting his eyes. “And I’ve got class now, you know.”

“You were so much nicer to me at the beginning,” Luke smiles, gently moving so that they’re skating together towards where the Coaches are. Yuuri only has morning classes like these on weekends, since he mostly uses the rink alone with Celestino during the afternoons, to practice his magic, and he’s changed his rink from last year, so he’s still a bit unfamiliar with the rest of the adults there. That means nothing when it comes to Luke, though, he practically lives here.

Yuuri met Luke last year, at the open ice rink during Christmas, and Luke told him he had talent.

“He was scared of you at the beginning,” Yuuko pipes in, happily coming to a stop in front of them. She’s the reason Yuuri changed rinks this year, to one further away from his home, which he has to Floo to. It’s close to Minako’s, though, so he makes the trip count.

“He couldn’t be,” Luke gasps, “I’m so undeniably pleasant.”

He smiles at Yuuri as he says so, taking a moment to rub his shoulders in a friendly way, the same kind of ‘big brother’ affection he loves showering Yuuri in, and his blue eyes shine.

For a moment, Yuuri can’t breathe properly.

“Come on, Yuuri,” Yuuko grabs his hand, “We have to practice together! That’s why we’re rinkmates. You can try holding me up.”

“Yuuko, that’s dangerous - “

“Gotta go, bye!”

Honestly? She’s just saved him from completely humiliating himself by trying to speak to Luke normally. It’s basically impossible.

…

Yuuri is um, he’s pretty sure he kinda, um… he kinda likes Luke.

It’s not a big deal! And it’s not like Yuuri is like, totally lusting after him or falling in love with him, either. Luke is just really handsome, and nice, and smiles a lot, and holds his hand when he trips on ice, and says his skating is good, and -

Well. Luke is um. He’s a cool guy, okay? Anyone would have a small crush on him, he’s got that special charm that makes people flock to him like birds. Mari teases him about it all the time, to his absolute horror. Whenever she comes pick him up at the ice rink she makes a show out of calling out Luke’s name, asking how Yuuri’s done, and smiling blindingly the whole way through, ecstatic.

“I hate you so much,” Yuuri groans as they exit the place, burying his face in his hands. “Why can’t you let me be?”

“Oh, was I bothering you two?” Mari presses the back of her palm against her forehead, mock-ashamed. “I never meant to interrupt your romantic encounters. But you can’t blame me, the last time you had a crush was on that one girl who lives across the street.”

“He’s like, your age,” Yuuri whines, pushing her so that she moves quickly. He’s almost certain Luke can’t hear them, but it’s better to make sure. Just in case. “And I don’t like him!”

His sister hums noncommittally, “Yes, of course. Whatever helps you sleep at night, Yuuri.” She smirks, “Or whatever helps you at night, even if you don’t actually sleep.”

“Oh my god - I can’t believe - I am going to murder you -” His cheeks are flaming red. Did she just imply…?

Mari holds her hands up, “You’re almost fourteen, little bro, I wasn’t born yesterday.”

Yuuri glares at her, hoping his blush isn’t as noticeable as he thinks, “Well, you tease like a two-year-old, so it’s an easy mistake.”

“Oi!” she punches him in the arm lightly, cackling when he yelps. “No badmouthing your sister because you get hot over an older guy!”

“Please kill me,” Yuuri begs to no one in particular.

Of course, Phichit’s reaction to the “news” (Yuuri awkwardly mumbling, “I think I have a crush on a guy at my ice rink.” during one of their nightly Skype calls, feeling like his heart’s about to burst out of his chest) is much different, and almost endearingly Phichit-like.

First, he tells Yuuri that under no circumstances is he to try to date the guy, as if.

“He is much older than you, Yuuri!” he waggles his finger threateningly on his laptop’s screen. “And a guy who hasn’t already asked you out on a date after seeing you in your ice skating glory doesn’t deserve you, anyway. Besides,” he seems especially insistent in this part, “I think you already have some very, very dateable people around you. You don’t need this boy.”

“I’m not going to date him,” Yuuri whispers harshly, checking around to make sure his parents haven’t woken up. No sound from their bedroom. “I was just telling you because it’s been driving me mad. Now that I’ve actually told someone, I can forget him!”

“Oh, no,” Phichit smiles, “You ain’t forgetting Luke Matthews anytime soon, buddy, but well. He’s your type, isn’t he? Gorgeous blond hair, endless blue eyes, smooth pale skin, and that smile, dear lord.”

Yuuri’s eyes widen, “Phichit, how do you know what he looks like?”

“How do you think?” he raises an eyebrow. “I just followed him on Instagram, obviously.”

“Phichit, unfollow him right now or I swear I will cut off your wifi.”

His friend winks, “We’re not in Hogwarts, my dear Yuuri.” He laughs at Yuuri’s dismayed expression of realization, and settles back in his chair, his smile widening. Phichit’s gotten a haircut recently, a nice one that makes his eyes stand out more. “How’s the summer coming along otherwise, cute boy notwithstanding?”

Yuuri bites his lower lip in thought, running his fingers through his hair, “Um. I’m getting more and more into skating, actually. I might be able to do a proper competition jump soon, other than waddling through my Salchow. Yuri’s been hinting at wanting to try my mom’s katsudon, so I’m probably gonna invite him over sometime soon.” He thinks about it, “Might invite Victor, too, while I’m at it.”

“Oh yeah, you do that.” Phichit nods, and then he lets out a small laugh, “Don’t tell him about Luke, though.”

“I wasn’t going to,” Yuuri rolls his eyes, “I’m not that stupid, you know, I’d already figured he might be jealous.”

His friend stares at him, mouth hanging open, “You had? Um, w-when?”

“Like, the first day?” Yuuri sighs. “Victor’s really nitpicky about anyone teaching me figure skating, he gets all petty every time Yuuko helps me with anything. Do you think I’d tell him about an older guy with more experience giving me lessons?”

For some reason, Phichit looks almost like he’s about to laugh again, his eyes twinkling, but he just says, giggling, “Yes, I’m pretty sure Victor would object to an experienced guy giving you private lessons, Yuuri.”

He crosses his arms over his chest, huffing at his friend, “Honestly, you treat me like I’m so dumb. Obviously I’d realized Victor is a protective teacher.”

“Very protective teacher,” Phichit agrees, smirking suspiciously.

…

yuuri katsucky (because you SUCK)

i dont know what u wanted me to do. like. do u want to like. poison the food or smth. i dont care tbh. im going to ur house anyway bc im invincible. so fuck u who cares tbh

nikiforov says hes going too but meh. whatever

Yuri always writes such nice things.

Knowing that both Yuri and Victor are coming means that Yuuri spends the day before their arrival cleaning every corner of the house, meticulously making sure his parents don’t leave anything...incriminating (like the one teen Witches’ Fave Hottie: Victor Nikiforov! poster he bought because he was curious) around, and peering over their shoulders as they cook and wrinkling his nose if they put their feet on the table.

“Seriously, you’d think you were the adult,” his mother mutters, ruffling his hair while he works on his summer homework. His parents make him see a tutor to keep him updated on muggle school work, in case he doesn’t want to work in the wizarding world. Mom still thinks that the fact that they don’t study biology at Hogwarts is a crime against humanity.

He’s still fretting, fixing his clothes, the moment he hears the doorbell ring.

The first thing that Yuuri thinks when he opens the door, smiling, calling out to his parents, “They’re here!”, and sees the two Slytherins waiting outside for him is that, no matter how much he sometimes feels like Celestino is working him to death, it’s nothing compared to Feltsman.

It’s less noticeable in Yuri, who’s grumbling, wearing respectable clothes for once (although his earrings are tiger claws, of course), because the boy still looks almost eerily like a fairy, lean and skinny in a way that suggests elegant rather than ‘awkward’. But it’s undeniable the second he glances at Victor.

Victor babbled about ‘starting to really train’ for Junior Worlds after he came clean to Yuuri regarding it, delighting him with schedules upon schedules of what he had to do this summer to get up to bar in order to compete internationally. He even confessed that he may not write as many letters, with all the stuff he had to do, apologizing profusely. So Yuuri was expecting him to gain a little muscle and all but, um. They haven’t seen each other in almost two months, and the change is just a little bit striking.

His hair’s longer, almost reaching down to his back now, but he’s got it on the side, tied up in a stylish ponytail. Apart from that, all the differences are the fact that Yuuri’s pretty sure Victor’s grown at least ten centimeters since he last saw him, which finally cements his position as ‘the short friend’, something he’s been able to avoid with Phichit, thankfully. He also just seems more filled out; his shoulders are a bit further apart, his face is slightly skinnier, and he stands with more confidence, balancing his weight like he’s making an entrance.

“Hey, Yuuri,” Victor says, smiling.

He reminds Yuuri, just slightly, of Luke.

“Your voice is deeper,” he blurts out automatically, even though it’s not that big of a change, after taking in the rest. He flushes, embarrassed, and doesn’t meet his eyes, “Oh, sorry, uh, come in, you two, we’re expecting you!”

Yuri rolls his eyes, “Always collected, Huffle.”

Yuuri pokes his nose as he goes by, laughing at his infuriated yelp, “It’s good to see you, Yuri.”

“Don’t steal any paintings,” Victor tells him cheerfully, which makes him glower so bad that Yuuri’s kind of impressed he doesn’t back down. He turns to look at Yuuri again, “How have you been?” Victor bites his lip and fidgets with his hands, glancing at him from between his eyelashes, “I’m really sorry I haven’t been able to write much recently, Yakov’s been running me down.”

“Um,” Yuuri swallows. Were his eyelashes really that long before? “Oh, um, it’s fine. You already told me about it, you know.” He smiles back at him,“It’s really good to see you, Victor. Love the hair.”

His friend flushes, “Y-yes, I thought so, too.”

Except… he doesn’t.

“Yuuri?” his mom’s voice, coming from the kitchen, interrupts his train of thought. He startles, turning back. “Don’t leave your friend at the door, it’s rude.”

“Sorry, mom,” he mumbles, chastised. “Oh, so, you have to take your shoes off, see…”

…

Yuri and Victor meeting his parents goes extraordinarily well. Yuuri was slightly worried that Victor would say something accidentally offensive (one can never be sure with purebloods. Phichit, in his search for knowledge, innocently asked Yuuri when they were 11 if muggles took showers, too.), or that Yuri would burn the house down or something (one can never be sure with Yuri Plisetsky), but they come out of it mostly unscathed.

“So, Victor,” his mom sets down her fork and looks at his friend, smiling. “Yuuri has been telling us about you since forever. It would be truly nice to see you figure skate.”

Victor preens, leaning back in his chair before answering, turning on the ‘pureblood charm’. It’s a term that Leo and Yuuri made up after spending so much of their time around old, rich purebloods: however ridiculously awkward they may seem around their friends, regardless of their gross quirks and hand gestures, they turn into something like wizarding debutantes in the presence of any respectable adult, channeling thousands of gala nights into perfect table manners, unbelievable skilled public speaking and just the right amount of compliments.

Yuuri thinks it’s kind of silly, but undeniably useful for some situations. Leo calls it “Phichit trying not to seem Phichit”. Yuri has another name for it: “pretentious pampering”.

“Well, Mrs. Katsuki,” Victor closes his eyes briefly, beaming at her, “I’m sure that Yuuri has exaggerated my abilities. You see, he’s a very biased friend, although I do appreciate it.”

His mom smiles, “Oh, you’re so well-spoken, what a treasure.”

Yuri, who’s said a total of 10 words during the duration of the meal and is currently shoving katsudon into his mouth as quickly as possible, snorts.

After lunch, when they’re helping clean up the kitchen, Yuuri moves next to Victor, murmuring, “You don’t have to do that, you know.”

His friend cocks his head at him, furrowing his brow in confusion, “Do what?”

“Go all ‘look at me, I’m respectable’ on my parents,” Yuuri shrugs. “They don’t care, really. Phichit never goes pureblood mode on them. And, um,” he flushes, scratching the back of his neck, “They’re going to like you anyway, with all the stuff I’ve told them about you. I’m pretty sure my parents are convinced that you and Phichit save me from hordes of bullies every minute I’m in school.”

“I would,” Victor says immediately, as if on reflex, and then freezes, “I mean, we would.” He licks his lips, glancing downwards, “I didn’t mean to um, go ‘pureblood mode’, or whatever.”

“I’m used to it,” he smiles. He steps a little bit closer, mindful that no one hears them, just enough that their feet are almost touching in the narrow kitchen. It’s a little harder to breathe. “But you can be yourself with me, okay?”

Victor’s eyes flutter shut, before he whispers, quiet, “You’re an evil, evil guy, Yuuri Katsuki.”

…

Victor has to leave early (something about the amount of hours he has to sleep while on ‘Yakov’s training regime from hell’), but Yuri’s allowed to stay a little longer. Mari pats him for a while and challenges him to a selfie match of death (the theme is ‘who can balance more things on their nose while taking a selfie at the same time’, and it ends with them breaking five ceramic bowls and Yuri’s shoe on Mari’s face), and after a while both Yuri and Yuuri go upstairs, letting the adults watch a film. Something about a stone, a three-headed dog and a giant chess game. Honestly, Warners Bros are running out of ideas.

“Katsuki,” Yuri begins, flopping down on his bed and narrowing his eyes at him. “If you even think trying to make me play a board game, I’ll murder you.”

From where he’s kneeling down next to his bookshelf, Yuuri quickly lets go of the Monopoly box, “O-of course I wouldn’t do that, haha.”

Yuri huffs, stretching out on the bed like a cat and sighing, “I should have just gone home. You’re a mess, like always.”

“Well;” Yuuri swallows, moving to sit on his desk chair. “What do you want to do, then?”

“Sleep. Wake up and find out moderate maiming is legal and encouraged. Maybe eat pizza.”

“You just had like, three katsudon bowls!”

Yuuri hisses, “I don’t need you and your judging in my life.”

He holds his hands up, admitting defeat, “Okay, okay.” Yuuri giggles, “You’re cute when you’re excited about things, you know.”

The younger boy glares at him, showing his teeth, “I am not cute.”

“Oh yeah?” Yuuri teases, dragging his chair so it’s closer to the bed. “What about when you spent three hours telling me about the cat shelter that had opened up next to your house?”

Yuri’s ears go bright red, “I was not excited, you degenerate, I was merely moderately pleased that the human race has finally accepted cats as superior beings and are providing for their needs cost-free.”

“Or when you made me rewatch Otabek Altin’s catching the snitch ten times in the match against Portugal? With added commentary? And flaschards?”

The Slytherin throws a pillow at him, “It was twenty centimeters away, Katsuki. Learn to appreciate gods on Earth.”

Yuuri just laughs.

…

Hey Victor,

Thanks so much for sending me a book like you mentioned when you came over last week. I just thought that the book we talked about was one on magical creatures (remember? I mentioned I was struggling with the utter hell that is learning that so many stuff I thought didn’t exist is actually real?) and not your copy of Bridget Jones’s Diary.

Still loved it, though.

Yuuri

…

YUURI

OH MY GOD I’M SORRY

IT’S MY SUMMER READ OKAY THE MUGGLE STUDIES TEACHER MADE US READ ONE OF THESE LITTLE SHITS IT’S NOT LIKE I WAS READING IT BECAUSE I LIKED IT OR ANYTHING OKAY

SENDING YOU THE RIGHT BOOK WITH THIS LETTER

FML

VICTOR

…

“Hey,” Luke’s voice so close to him makes him look up, startled. The older skater is standing next to him, smiling cheerfully. He adjusts his beanie before patting him on the shoulder, “So, you’re leaving, are you, big boy?”

Yuuri flushes, not meeting his eyes. It’s his last figure skating lesson before he goes to Hogwarts for the school year, and he won’t be coming back until the summer. “Yeah, boarding school.”

“Ah, boarding school,” Luke muses. He bites his lower lip, glancing around them for a few seconds. He seems nervous. “Um, before you left, I wanted to ask you something.”

Yuuri nods, itching to get on the ice and start practicing, “Sure.”

Luke blurts out, “I was kind of hoping I could get your sister’s number.”

Yuuri freezes.

Oh.

So that’s why he was so friendly, he realizes, with an almost disturbing calmness. Luke’s waiting for an answer, cheeks red, scratching the back of his neck. He looks just as embarrassed as Yuuri feels by this conversation, although for very different reasons. Luke probably didn’t even guess that Yuuri sorta has a crush on him. He swallows, “You like my sister?”

“...yeah,” Luke mumbles, staring at his feet. “I know it’s super weird, to go around asking her little brother, but I didn’t realize you wouldn’t be coming anymore, and I hadn’t gotten up the courage to ask her, so I was just hoping - I’m sorry, this is terrible.”

Despite himself, Yuuri lets out a short giggle, “Yeah, a little.” He takes a deep breath, ignoring the slight pang in his chest. “But I’ll give you her number anyway.”

Luke beams at him, throwing an arm around his shoulders and rubbing their cheeks together in excitement, “That’s my boy!”

It still makes Yuuri feel slightly lightheaded, having him so close, touching. And yet, there’s many things Yuuri can deal with, but crushing on a guy who would like to date his sister is not one of them. He’s ordering Phichit to unfollow him on all social media and erasing him from his memory.

“Yep,” he mutters. “That’s me.”

He reconsiders. Phichit would probably get angry on Yuuri’s behalf, even if it was more of a hero-worship crush than anything else, and make a big deal out of it. He’ll tell Victor, instead, he decides. Just omit the part where he’s a skater and everything will be fine.

…

“Mom,” Victor says, in a very quiet, very controlled voice. She looks up from the book she’s reading, blinking. Her son is holding a letter, one of those that come with puppies stickers on the front and Yuuri Katsuki’s signature on the bottom. “Have you ever wanted to murder someone?”

fin

#victuuri #yoi #expomise #yuri on ice #fanfiction #expomise update #hp au

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whattheschmuck · 8 years ago

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Intellectual property has been stolen from me.

Not just me, this was stolen from @darktonic too--seemingly with the intention of posting its content in personal works given the context of the situation. I really didn’t want to have to actually call out the person I’ve been having problems with and potentially identify them but this is something I can’t ignore. Before I continue, I’m going to objectively give context for the situation and explain what happened and also clarify that the issues are only between me and [person]. So, here goes...

About a week ago I had a fight with a now-former friend and collaborator. Now, this person has been in a pretty shit position so I, doing what I felt was right without being asked to because that’s just the type of person I legitimately want to be, decided to try to be there to help said person because I did care and I did want to help. This isn’t the reason why I was so livid with the individual in question but it is important and it is related. Let me be clear, the way this entire situation started wasn’t so bad. It was enough to piss me off (which is very difficult to do, might I add) but it wasn’t something that I’d hold a grudge over. It’s what happened afterwards that made it bad. It all goes like this: in the past I’ve already had some quarrels with [person], and the thing in this instance in particular was an issue that has come up several times in the past. And every single time it has come up I felt like it was very clear that I was bothered by it.

I was excited because I met a pretty awesome girl on a dating app (Her) and was expressing that. As some of you may realize, if you live in/go to school in a conservative area of a conservative state like I do, a lot of LGBT people try to fly under the radar (myself included for a time) for their own safety...thus making it really difficult for me to find a girlfriend the “organic” way. So Her is more than just a last resort, it is the only safe way that I currently know of to find a girlfriend. [Person] knows this.

Despite that fact that [person] knew this, they once again made me feel kinda bad for using “lame” dating apps because I wasn’t meeting people “organically.” Given the fact that I have had this debate several times prior to this, I became irritated and reminded them that I have been punched in the face at school for being gay. For being gay. So yes, I thought it was really insensitive to say that when [person] knew I was attacked. I also thought it was doubly insensitive given the fact that [person], who isn’t a U.S. citizen, knew what was happening with Trump and knew how anxious I was about the entire situation. Despite this, in response to “yeah, but you’ve never been punched in the face for being fucking gay,” [person] said “no I haven’t, but I have been for being white, for sticking up for someone, for no reason at all, etc. etc.”

I wasn’t insinuating in any way shape or form that this type of stuff only happens to gay people. But the point is that we get attacked for the same reasons and then some! I can’t walk up to random women and start flirting with them--the fact of the matter is that being gay is not as socially acceptable as being straight. Redneck guys will punch you in the face like they did to me. You will be sexually assaulted for being gay...like me. Yes. That happened. I managed to get away before it got really bad but that still freaks me out to this day. I said all of this in the conversation and then because I was so livid, I just said “fuck it, just forget it,” and left the chat to cool down. But not before being further angered by their response: “Don’t get sore at me over nothing, you brought it up like it only happens to gays or something. Jesus.”

So by this point, I’m completely pissed off and it normally takes me a few days to simmer down before I can have a calm discussion after the fact. But here’s the thing: they just kept going. And I kept getting more angry. First of all...

1) I had confided in [person] about the issue a while ago because it had happened a while ago. It is not my problem if this was not deemed important enough to remember. 2) Since when was making a point equated with weaponization? What right-minded individual would want to weaponize sexual assault? I did not appreciate that insinuation, and I was still really livid at the time so I just didn’t respond because, again, I knew things would escalate if I did. So I’m already a bit stung by that on top of still being angry but I let it go to calm down instead. Then I got another message about 14 hours later: “This is getting out of hand. What you're doing is >actual emotional abuse<, and I know you know how it affects me, because we've talked about it before. You're being cruel.”

Now tell me something, how is taking time to simmer down suddenly equated to emotional abuse?! I know I said I was going to be objective but what?! I was actually emotionally abused up until I left for college. I think I know what emotional abuse is, and I would never emotionally abuse an individual. Never. And after how much I cared and was there for [person]? That hurt. A lot. Because it basically told me I was an abusive POS and that my help apparently meant nothing. That despite the fact that I always drop everything to be there for anyone at anytime, I’m abusive and cruel? I made it very clear after that point that I was angry, that it took a lot to get me that pissed off, that I need time to simmer down, and then I told [person] to leave me alone until I could calm down.

They didn’t leave me alone. They continued messaging me. Then they essentially decided our friendship for me before I even had a chance to calm down by deleting/unfollowing me on all forms of social media. Then they’re still actively monitoring my social media despite not following me anymore, actively venting to a mutual friend over posts that I had literally just made, seeing every single post as being about them, and then they started to message me again after reading a post I made on here expressing how hurt and emotionally exhausted I was.

This was really befuddling to me considering they removed me from all social media and essentially sent the message to me that they didn’t want to be friends, and yet just because they randomly changed their mind I owed them a response after all of that? They also tried tactics like pretending to get Skype call notifications from me when I had very apparently not tried to call them just so they could get a response out of me. They tried again and again but after being as hurt as I was, I was to the point where I didn’t even want anything to do with them anymore. I was also deeply unnerved by how much they were messaging me and I was also unnerved by some other stuff that I know happened that I’m not going to discuss on here to be respectful. So, it got to the point where I was forced to block them.

So getting to the theft now with this context... [Person] collaborated on a fic with me and Dark in the past and they apparently wanted a part they wrote. I was obviously leery initially because it came across as very sketchy and seemed like another attempt to get my attention (why did they need to ask me for it? They could have asked the other collaborator). I didn’t know their intentions for writing material from a fic that is currently being rewritten. Ultimately, it was determined that the excerpt was indeed 100% theirs and we released that and nothing else--we weren’t going to give them access to all of the fic for obvious reasons. Anything that is collaborative is not any one person’s property and should not be used for personal submissions if other people have participated in it. I also want to clarify really quickly that we are not using any of [person]’s ideas in the fic rewrite because we have more integrity than that.

So fine, but now I’m finding out that they’re trying to claim that chapter 17 of the fic is basically entirely theirs too which it very much is not. Then I checked the Croft Manor e-mail to see that it had essentially been hijacked and the recovery e-mail changed. Then I saw that they stole a copy of the chapter in question for themselves--seemingly with the intent of using its content for their own submissions. I feel like I don’t need to tell you why that isn’t okay but in case I do, let me be very clear: just from looking at the doc’s detailed revision history I found that out of 7712 words in the chapter’s content, and based on criteria like who had the ideas behind content and stuff I wrote in the chapter alone/with [person], I own 3590 words. 47%. And I could probably claim more if I decided to look through my old writing notes. Just writing something doesn’t mean you automatically own the ideas/concepts behind the content.

So no, that chapter is not entirely theirs and it is plagiarism if they even try to post it. So that’s why I’m posting this. And that’s why I put images of the chapter in the beginning (with the slashed-through parts being the parts that I actually own to my knowledge so far). They do not own all of the ideas in there. The scars thing? That was inspired by a poem that I wrote. I own that idea (I forgot to slash out the content associated with it so my word total is actually probably closer to at or above 50% ownership). They do not own any of the past fanon referenced via character dialogue and if they try to reference that, they are plagiarizing a collectively collaborative work’s canon. In all reality, they only have a right to naked Salara woundcare and that. Is. It.

If they post anything else, they are thieves and they are plagiarizing my intellectual property as well as the intellectual property of others and gaining a readership off of mine and Dark’s fic. Yes, they worked on it but they are not entitled to anything. Just like how Dark and I wouldn’t be entitled to anything either. Because we only have a partial ownership of the fic. So I’m telling you now, if they publish this chapter in any way, shape, or form whether it be verbatim or including my writing or ideas they are thieves and deserve to be treated as such.

#S.S. Endurance #Salara #Lara Croft #Sam Nishimura #tomb raider #plagiarism #intellectual property theft #triggers #writing

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