#also to the anon who asked if their recent ask went through yes it did and ur still v welcome to send in

[collectivecloseness]

Btw giving a big smooch on the forehead to any of y’all who have sent in thoughts on this whole Yandere fruity four scenario where Nancy/all of them have kidnapped the reader that I’ve been posting about recently, you are all so big brained and muscly and kissable

[clawsdevour]

his confession

wc: 1.4k content warning: you’re both in hs!! (inarizaki), established relationship, kita x reader, fluff, not proofread

note: nonchalant kita tsk tsk what a cutie, written for anon! <3

キ*.,"

Time spent with Kita was always blissful ever since you started dating. The cherry blossoms fell from their branches and swayed down onto you both, painting a scene where he stood in front of you.

You always knew him as the sweet and demure friend who’s involved with the volleyball team. Recently, you’ve been noticing the hints Kita’s been dropping around. ‘I can walk you home..’ he’d tell you when it’s getting late. Or ‘Here you can have mine’ when you really wanted something that he has. You find his gestures of kindness tugging the strings at your heart. However, you couldn’t tell if he was his usual good-natured self or if he had true feelings for you the more you got to know him.

It was until that day before he went off to volleyball practice. Kita’s finger gently tapped on your shoulder, inviting you to walk home with him after school, knowing you also had extracurricular activities. Nodding at his subtle request as you usually end up walking home with him.

He made it to the front before you, changed into a plain black tee and shorts from practice. Kita’s standing in the middle, fiddling with his fingers when he heard your shoes clank towards him. His dull brown eyes lit up at the sight of you when he tilted his head up.

“Sorry Kita! Did I make you wait long?” Caught up to him, his complexion is more pink than usual. The energy was a bit off and awkward but nonetheless it’s always comfortable silence, just not this time.

“No, I didn’t wait long,” Kita began to slowly walk down as you picked up his pace while making small conversation with him. ‘How was practice today?’ were some things you asked him, he replied with short clear answers this time.

Coming to a halt, a few inches behind him. His head twisted to gaze into your glossy eyes as he swallowed deeply. You’ve never seen the calm and collected Kita act like this before, it was as if  something was eating him inside. He’s biting down on his bottom lip, as his eyes surged for words.

“I like you.” Time stopped for a moment while you digested his words that rang louder than the last school bell. His lashes fluttered down, thinking the gasp of shock you let out was a negative reaction towards his genuine feelings.

“I understand if you don’t feel the same way–” You cut him off with a warm hug that wrapped around his broad shoulders, altering his sorrowful face in surprise. His big hands catch you and pull you tighter in his embrace. His face in your hair, sniffing the scent of shampoo.

“Does this mean.. That you like me back?” Kita’s pulling you away for a brief moment by your shoulders to glance at your face which was now a tint of pink. His blank smile, turning into a broad grin as if he had won a volleyball game when he asks you this trivial question.

“Yes it does! I always had these feelings whenever I saw or thought of you.. I really like you too,” you’re beaming through your lashes that bat from happiness.

Ever since that small gesture that triggered the event that led to your blooming relationship, you’ve been dating ever since. Of course you both had your own separate lives, especially on campus as you both enter your third year. You guys were rarely seen together now that you were put in different classes as your high school careers continued to grow. 

At the end of second year, he was crowned captain for Inarizaki’s boys volleyball. You couldn’t be any more prouder, but that also meant that he’s going to be even more occupied with volleyball especially with his teammates. These challenges didn’t stop the way you both had an amazing and healthy relationship with each other though. You both promised to communicate everyday whether or not it’s a simple ‘Have you eaten?’ text or a late night phone call, sometimes you guys would meet up when your schedules aligned for some time alone with just the two of you.

You both were pretty discrete when it came to revealing your relationship to others. Especially Kita, he’s more focused when he’s just in the moment. If something comes to mind, he’s bound to bring it up. But when he’s all busy trying to strategize for his team, that’s all he’s gonna be thinking about. At some point you do cross over his mind, usually at the end of practice or an official game.

Kita hasn’t even said anything about dating when it came towards the volleyball team. That was until him and the boys were all changing after practice. The Miya twins are always bickering, but both decided on a delicious place to get food after the team leaves the lockers. They both craved some fresh hot food and wanted the team to come along to celebrate now that Nationals were over.

“Mr. Perfect Kitaa, let's get some piping hot udon once we leave!!! The whole team’s goin’ tonight,” Atsumu’s voice shouted from the other end of the locker room. Immediately turned down with a single hand gesture, as Kita slips on his shirt over his head.

“HUH?? What are ya doing after practice today? Y’ur usually always available!” His loud whining echoing off the walls, while the others are staring back down at Kita.

“I’m seeing my girlfriend today.” Kita’s cold voice froze the whole locker room. Suna’s ears pointed, listening in on the conversation from his head inside his locker. The room radiated with absolute silence, as if waiting for the volleyball to be served across the court. 

“YA got a girlfriend?? When did y’all start dating? Kita, WHY haven't ya told any of us??” Everyone’s eyes and attention were all pointed towards the team captain, darting him in shock as they all tried to process this information that Suna didn’t even know.

“Well you guys never asked–” Everyone’s astonished face rushed towards the half naked Kita who just wanted to put on his pants. Ears are all open ready for his story. Suna’s on his phone, recording the moment as if he were Inarizaki's news reporter.

Atsumu’s expressive face was still stuck in an ‘oh’ waiting for Kita to speak more on his relationship. But right before Kita was able to part his mouth Atsumu’s curiosity got the better of him.

“Don’t tell me Kita… ya got y’er first kiss before I did...” Breaking the intense silence that erupted in laughter. Kita’s thankful for the light weight air that broke through, flashing a smile thinking about where to start with your relationship and how you even met.

“Um.. yeah” looking up at Atsumu to answer his statement, smiling with his eyes while he’s thinking about you. Everyone in the locker? They were beyond gagged. Kita was the first in the group to date, which was shocking considering how Inarizaki’s got the popular Miya twins.

His phone vibrates inside his metal locker, you were calling him to know that you just wrapped up your extracurricular and are now heading out towards the front. Of course, his teammates were dead silent trying to peep into your call. 

“I’m leaving first, I don’t wanna leave my girlfriend hanging” dragging on his coat, fixing the collar before zipping it up. The team’s heads rotate while he grabs his bag on the way out of the locker room.

“We’re definitely gonna spy on him, right Osamu?” was heard on the way out, followed by a “Lets go.”

You’re standing at the front on your phone waiting for your boyfriend Kita, until you hear his voice call out for you from behind. The closer he walked, the more he picked up his speed. The faster he went, the closer he’d be with you. 

“Kinda got caught up with the guys again. I thought they knew we were dating, but I guess not haha.” Kita’s smile is brighter than the sun while hands entangle with yours. But you sensed something that he also brought along with him. 

Peering behind you for a quick glance, you saw the whole volleyball team behind the school building. Especially the one with a phone, and two slick foxes that quickly ducked out of your vision. You thought this was silly and cute, clinging onto your boyfriend’s arm contently before parting your lips to let out a little giggle.

“Hehe, did you notice that you’re getting tailed right after you left?”

masterlist here

[cramathonn]

Hello! I see your rules and saw Seth on your list. I just got him recently and I wanted to ask if I can request something (a drabble or a oneshot, it's up to you) of our boyo. But let me give some idea worms first.

So, i heard somewhere that Seth is a Lynx thiren (unless I'm wrong, but looking at his thiren features, seems like his counterpart is from the Felidae family), and I researched that Lynxes can purr. So... imagine when reader (gender neutral) was petting Seth (or just give him some fluffy loving) he ended up purring because he's getting very comfortable

Sorry if it's kinda long! You can skip this if you want. It's my first time making a request 😅

This is adorable, anon

And don't worry, it wasn't that long! Throughout my writing history, I've gotten requests that are SO MUCH longer (and the context and worms are much appreciated). Also, I went to check his thiren subspecies and he's just a cat, not a lynx. Lynxes, while being felines, have considerably shorter tails when compared to other members of the Felidae family! Aka, bob cat short. So yeah, I referred to him as cat thiren in this little drabble, I hope you don't mind!

Hopefully you enjoy the sillies!

Warnings: none! Only fluff

Reader: gender neutral (no pronouns used)

Seth Lowell x GN!Reader

Purring

You and Seth were finally alone, relaxing inside the comfort of your shared apartment at Lumina Square. It was an exhausting day for the both of you, with either jobs sucking more energy out of you than usual.

While Seth insisted that you two asked for some food before ultimately sitting down to relax, you convinced him to do so later by bringing his head to your lap and starting to comb through his hair with your fingers. That immediately disarmed your beloved boyfriend and made his face flush red like a tomato. It didn't take long for his body to relax, the tip of his tail starting to slowly wag in contentment.

These small moments were the ones you adored most with him. Yes, you loved your walks alongside the riverbank, going out to run at the park or eat relax at the coffee shop, but this was perfect. Just the two of you, with you sitting on the couch while he had his head upon your lap, basking in each other's presence.

However, something was different this time. A noise, low and rumbly, echoing through your living room. You swore you didn't have any laundy today and you always checked all of your electrical equipment before having a chill couch session, so where was this coming from? You pay more attention to the sound, trying to pinpoint its origing. It was... Coming from beneath you? You looked down, now staring at the top of your boyfriend's head. His ears twitched every so often, leaning a bit backwards as a way to indicate how relaxed he was.

Wait, wasn't Seth a thiren? Specifically a cat one? The name of the noise coming from him was at the tip of your tongue and when you remembered it, the soft smile previously on your face widened slightly. He was purring. Seth, your uptight and slightly reserved boyfriend, was purring. The realization that he felt so at ease, so safe and comfortable in your presence to let his guard down enough to purr made your heart swell with contentment. You changed the way tou caressed the top of his head, which made him turn his head to the side so that he could look at you better, a curious look on his face.

"Everything alright? You changed how you were caressing my head... Not that I mind!"

He asked, voice much more relaxed than usual. It obviously still had that slightly loud factor that made his voice, well, his, but it was obvious to anyone who heard it that this man was calm and comfortable. You laughed at his inquiry, tangling your fingers in his silky white strands, combing through them.

"Oh, it's nothing, Seth. It's just that..."

You pondered for a second. Should you tell him? You worried that if you did he would go back to gaurding himself and stop allowing himself to purr around you, and you didn't want that! You wanted for him to feel free to relax and let his guard down, to allow himself to unwind and confide in you. However, knowing your lovely boyfriend, he'd think you were troubled with something, instead of just being deeply infatuated with his adorable noises. So you decided to simply say it.

"Well, you were purring"

You said, voice soft and filled with undeniable affection for Seth. His ears stood and tail flinched, immediately stopping its suave content swaying.

"O-oh, uhm, I'm sorry about that! It wasn't really meant to come out, it just kind of happens when I'm really relaxed... I'll make sure it doesn't happen again, I pro-"

There it was. Your sweet overthinker of a boyfriend thinking there would be a problem and that you would, most likely, think less of him for just relaxing and emitting natural noises. You made sure to cut him off before he could finish his sentence.

"Seth, hey, it's ok. I don't mind the purring. I think it's cute! It shows me that you're comfortable enough around me to let your guard down and just... Relax, y'know?"

You said in an attempt to make Seth see your point of view. That apparently worked, seeing how his cheeks were now slightly pink and how his tail started to wag its tip once more. The thiren buried his face in your thighs, trying to hide how embarrassed your comment made him. But it also made him feel extremely giddy. You found his purring was cute? And, instead of ridiculing him for something that was natural, you were glad and happy that it meat he was comfortable around you? Heavens, what did he do to score someone as fantastic as you?

"I love you, Seth"

You said, continuing to caress his head and comb through his hair. At that, Seth turned his whole body to the side, hugging you as he shoved his face in your stomach, nuzzling your shirt.

"I love you too, (y/n)"

He answered, muffled by the fabric of your shirt. Seth's voice was soft as he allowed himself to relax once more, his purring returning and you could now feel its rumbling against you. The two of you remained there, you caressing his hair and him cuddling against your stomach. Yeah, you wouldn't trade this for anything in the world.

Written by Cramathonn, 29/09/2024

Concluded at 2:50pm

[hotchfiles]

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ ❝ [GLASS TIES] ❞

request by lovely anon who loves isaac and pain. pairing: isaac lahey x reader. summary: isaac and you share the perfect summer fling. those ties don't last when summer ends. content warnings: mentions of sex and death. there's like a huge teen wolf spoiler but i mean the show is over for years now. word count: 1,4k+

working during summer wasn't your ideal way to enjoy the warm days and freedom from school work, unfortunately the city library needed help and you needed all the extra crap possible to make your resume look nice, full and interesting for colleges, so you'd spend three afternoons a week helping nerdy teens and old ladies find the books they wanted, register it as they borrowed it and more recently, read to a group of children once a week.

it wasn't the worst job, it could be quite fun... but it was mostly just silence, quietness and a bit of boredom, you enjoyed having access to that many books, but even you got tired of reading after a while, so when the most beautiful guy you've ever seen waited for you to notice him, you were busy laughing at your phone like an idiot.

and he could've faked a cough or anything of the sort to call you out, but instead he decided to simply lean down and insert his head in between your face and your phone, looking directly at you as he did so and making you screech from the scare. "oh my god, what're you doing?"

"getting your lazy ass back to work, apparently." he's nonchalant, his smirk makes him annoyingly handsome, and you'd remember those eyes and those curls anywhere.

isaac lahey, a year older than you, blue eyes, golden curly locks, greek god possibly. you blinked quickly and shook your head, so nervous you couldn't even think of a comeback to his sneaky comment. "so-sorry, do you need help?"

"need a book."

"good, we have some of those here, yes." you found your breach to tease him and you took it without even thinking, trying not to panic as the words left your mouth. isaac enjoyed it though, laughing and nodding along.

"sure, yeah, sorry. werewolves, uh, the less... fictional the better." you're about the laugh it off, yeah right. but he was completely serious, if only a bit concerned about having to ask for those.

you nodded and thought for a minute, putting up key words on the system to see if you could find anything. "we have some really old ones in our more special section, but they can't leave the building. also i wouldn't call them non fictional... i mean, werewolves right?" you shrug, chuckling lightly and he's oh, extremely amused, genuine laughing and you're not sure why. "but uh... they're quite old and kinda damaged, so we don't really know what the purpose of it was."

you take him to the back of the library and shows him the two books you mentioned, they are big, old and dusty and isaac has the time of his laughing laughing at how much you were sneezing back there. "glad you're having fun, but lower your voice, funny boy." you whisper shaking your head disapprovingly, but your smile was too difficult to hide.

you go back to the reception after telling him the library rules again, thinking that would probably be it; but it wasn't.

he took the books to where you were working, taking the closest table to you. he would spend minutes on end just reading, looking beautifully focused, but then he would glance at you and catch you staring at him, isaac would then smile, tell you to go back to work as you told him to keep his voice down.

it was the most fun you had since the summer started.

isaac went back to the library every day after that, shamelessly leaving if you weren't working until he memorized the days you would be there. he truly wasn't much of a library guy, but he enjoyed spending time with you there. it was quiet, much quieter than his mind and his life, but still, it wasn't boring, at least not for him.

after the first week the books didn't matter, not giving him much more information for what he was going through, making you blush though, that mattered a lot and he noticed he was quite good at it.

he was getting used to having girls looking at him more, but something in you stood out. he figured out soon it was simply the fact you've been secretly glancing at him even before he changed. turned.

you would make comments as he walked you home after your shift ended, and he knew you didn't even notice how endearing it was or how much of a tell it was, so not a bike guy anymore? or you gained some weight, right? like, not in a bad way, not that gaining weight is bad, you're just... stronger now.

isaac felt connected to you somehow because of that, you had no idea of what he was, or how bad his life was before, but still, you liked him even then, even when he was broken and you didn't even know him. knowing someone paid some attention to him back then gives him conflicted feelings, but most of them are good. warm. tender.

you make him feel soft. and normal. and wanted. and he knows he could've made his move on you much sooner, but oh, he enjoyed the pining, the blushing, the way you bit your lower lip and tucked your hair behind your ear whenever he complimented you. he enjoyed the teasing too much.

after he kissed your lips for the first time though, he figured out what he enjoyed more than the teasing.

you.

being a werewolf in a freak city meant he didn't always have the amount of time he wished he had to spend with you. but that summer, all the time he had at his dispose was spent with you. calling you, texting you, working with you.

he would take you to late night movies, bowling and ice cream, so terribly charming even when he awkwardly ended up meeting your mom after sneaking in and cuddling with you all night, she adored him. gave him a pass to sleep over as long as he didn't sneak in and the door to your room was always open.

you both followed the rules strictly, but your mom wasn't a light sleeper, so what started with you guiding his hand down your pants ended up with him taking your virginity. slowly, quietly, tenderly. he locked eyes with you and didn't glance away for one second that night. told you words that were probably too soon to be said.

the three words left your lips like a secret, matching his.

things changed when summer ended, school coming at you in full speed.

and maybe it was your fault, with all ap classes, extracurricular, volunteer works you put yourself through, or maybe it was the naivety of not asking what you two were, of not labeling what you both shared before the outside world came into play.

or maybe it was isaac's fault, and the way his outspoken personality sometimes served as a shield to his secretive actions. whatever it really was, you would barely see each other at school, each with your own little friend group, different classes, you were lucky to catch him in the hallways, where he would smile at you and touch your hand lightly as if you two were a secret.

were you? not exactly, but isaac wanted to keep you away from the mess, away from the killing, the blood, the fear. he didn't want to taint what you both had, so the more you didn't have time, the more he got away from you, slipped from your fingers.

and before you could even fight it, try anything to keep him, there was allison.

laughing with him, touching his arms, knowing things about him you would never dream about, you could see it, even from afar, the eyes of two people who connected.

confidants.

it broke you. but you couldn't do anything about it, you felt like it was your fault, as if your oh so busy academic life pushed him away. you let him go, no more texts, no more looking for a glance and a soft touch pass the hallways.

for weeks it was almost like it never happened, like your life was ever the same, like it didn't change past summer. of course you would go through the texts you shared from time to time, shed a few tears and pretend to get over it. and it worked.

until he was at your door sobbing. bloody. completely lost.

allison was dead. and nothing would ever be the same again.

[aroacesafeplaceforall]

You’re pissed that no one took any accountability for their supposed “aphobia/arophobia” but where is the accountability for the constant inhumane and disgusting homophobia, biphobia and transphobia STILL spewing out of ace spaces like puss? When will you all realize you feel that way because you are directly adjacent to the oppressor class and have next to nothing in common with the LGBT community as a whole but nearly everything in common with the average cishet? Y’all aren’t queer for not wanting to fuck, only fucking sometimes “if you emotionally connect”, or being emotionally unavailable to romantic partnership. And if you aren’t also gay, trans, or bisexual, you never will be.

I got my laptop out for this, goddamn. Where would i even start?

"You’re pissed that no one took any accountability for their supposed “aphobia/arophobia”" This tells me everything about you, you possibly don't believe in aro/ace identities. You don't believe people can hate on, or be hateful to, aro/ace spec people. And yes I am pissed. Because it was fucked up.

I would try to justify it with "if this was transphobic/homophobia you wouldn't be acting this way" but im guess you don't care about that as you obviously don't see it the same way.

you were also probably someone who sent asks like this (but more hateful) in 2016 and before, you were probably also someone who posted and reblogged aphobic content and said it was "just a joke" later while still sending asks like this to people. Take of that anon and show your face coward.

"where is the accountability for the constant inhumane and disgusting homophobia, biphobia and transphobia STILL spewing out of ace spaces like puss?"

where is the accountability for the homophobia, biphobia and transphobia still spewing out of ALL lgbtqia+ spaces? Where is the accountability in the REAL world? Where is it anon? Where is the accountability for the acephobia, the arophobia and so many other "not real sexualities/gender identities" -phobias?

You saw a post about aphobia, and instead of being like "yeah that was f-ed up" or "i dont care" you went "but what about meeeeee" which is very all lives matter of you. (I am not comparing racism to homophobia, however the "what about me" bs can be summed up very easily using all lives matter as an example) For the fucking record, all spaces have assholes, all of them. On behalf of the "normal" aro/ace spec folks, i apologise for any homophobia, biphobia and/or transphobia you have experienced from us. "When will you all realize you feel that way because you are directly adjacent to the oppressor class and have next to nothing in common with the LGBT community as a whole but nearly everything in common with the average cishet?" This is a main aphobe talking point so thank you for doing this by the text book so i can break it down easier!

Three pages about asexual hate crimes which im sure every average cishet has to deal with (assuming their white and male) 1 2 (a booklet for asexual people to be actually fucking included) 3

An incredible interview is here but im going to quote a few things from it as theres a 99.9% chance aphobes wont click a link

"We know aromantics and asexuals have existed for as long as humans have. However, it’s only through the terminology recently going mainstream"

"Because of Freud’s influence, many of us grew up learning that our sex drive is the primary motivator of human behavior, but that isn’t the case."

"That mindset replicates itself within the community so that when a new identity emerges, or when people try to explain themselves, there is resistance and pushback from within the community with the mindset that “if we let these kinds of people in, then that will dilute the access to power and resources we have.” And it forces the community to maintain adjacency to white supremacy, patriarchy, capitalism, ableism and classism, all while leaving behind entire groups of people."

" Do you think there will be more identities joining the LGBTQIA+ acronym? JP: Yes. The more words we have to describe ourselves, the better we are understood."

"The biggest comparisons are the lack of visibility and exclusion from communities on the basis that they’re weird, different, othered or “don’t belong in this space.” Every queer person has experienced this narrative and as more join under the umbrella, the newbie will experience the same challenges, discrimination and misunderstandings as those who came before." and here is another article that has a quote i just live by

"When did trauma become the mark of queerness?"

but back to the aphobe ->

"Y’all aren’t queer for not wanting to fuck, only fucking sometimes “if you emotionally connect”, or being emotionally unavailable to romantic partnership. "

if you think queer = sex then so help me. queer does not equal sex, queer is sexuality. and guess what that is NOT always sexual. sexuality is who your attracted to, whether it be romantically OR sexually.

and Asexuality is a spectrum, some asexuals never have sex, some don't want to have sex but have had it due to trauma or peer pressure, some don't care for it, some did it for a partner but just dont care about it.

same with aromantic. Its a spectrum. By your process here, so so so so so many people are removed from the lgbtqia+ community but you couldn't possibly mean that-

"And if you aren’t also gay, trans, or bisexual, you never will be."

-oh you did.

So none of these are part of the community either then? Agender, Bigender, Intersex, genderfluid, pansexual, omnisexual, Omnigender, Questioning, transgender and queer?

interesting anon.

Anyways i hope my followers enjoyed that! Let me know what you think if you finished reading all this!

Love;

An aegosexual, pansexual, aromantic, trans guy with to much fucking time on his hands.

[spopsalt]

So just saw your most recent post involving poison, and honestly you have no right to complain about that when you never went through that trauma yourself, you have no say in how it was handled, also Viv never lied about it.

For those of you who are confused, the anon is talking about this post: https://www.tumblr.com/spopsalt/752331172334485504/warning-sa-mention-under-the-cut-viv-lying?source=share

Well hello to you as well, first off if you are going to dicuss that topic, even in an ask, please put a tw, don't be like Viv, next up, c//s//a and s//a mention under the cut

I can tell you only saw that one post, so I will say this again. Hello! I am a c//s//a survivor! Yes, I understand it's different from s//a, but it still is s//a, it just happens at a younger age. It happened to me multiple times, but it took me years to come to terms with the trauma, since I attempted to convince myself it was consensual. and Poison has always disgusted me even before I came to terms with it, and it disgusts me even more now, so yes, I have gone through that, and also, yes Viv did lie about it, the storyboarder said it themselves that they never went through it, but whatever.

[wxnheart]

I love your writing! And I especially love how you write the CoD boys 😫❤️ can I please request a scenario or headcanons (whatever you’re ok with!) for how Ghost, Soap, and König would react to their f!s/o one day cutting her long hair and getting like a short pixie cut?

I recently cut mine and even though I love it, I get a little self conscious haha so this may be a self indulgent request 😭 thank you and keep being wonderful!!

𝐋𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐫, 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞? - 𝐆𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭, 𝐊ö𝐧𝐢𝐠, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐨𝐚𝐩 𝐱 𝐅!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

note: aw, I love this for you, anon! It was a gradual process for me, too, before I went natural. I went from shoulder-length hair to a pixie cut to a mohawk to a big chop. I'm 1,000% sure that you look amazing with your pixie cut!

𝐆𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭

Oh. Holy shit, you actually went through with it. Simon is speechless.

You'd always talked about it but he didn't think you were serious about it, really.

But in hindsight, he should've known. The signs were there. You sent him a series of pictures with different pixie cuts, asked for his opinion, and so he gave it.

But now? Seeing you in the flesh with your new hairstyle? Holy shit, baby. You look beautiful.

Simply put, Simon loves it. Makes you look more badass. Also really emphasizes that radiant smile of yours, too.

𝐊ö𝐧𝐢𝐠

Schatz, is that... is that you?

König is surprised. Well, surprised is an understatement but we'll use it for the time being.

You really cut your hair. He so loved to run his fingers over it. It helped soothe him whenever he was feeling anxious.

Change is something that he's never adapted to readily and while he'll miss your beautiful tresses, he can't take his eyes off you. He's staring more than he usually does.

König notices features that he's never really paid attention to before and he likes them. He likes them a lot. Oh, Schatz... he's falling in love all over again.

𝐒𝐨𝐚𝐩

Johnny's the quintessential kid in a candy store, he's so fucking excited.

Fuck yes, you did it! He knew you could rock a pixie cut! Always knew you could, you just needed to see for yourself!

Has the most overwhelming response to seeing your new 'do. Calls you beautiful right off the bat.

Of course, you've always been beautiful and he loves how your haircut brings attention to your eyes, undoubtedly one of the things about you he loves the most.

And hell yeah, you'll be a badass-looking couple! Soap's that proud partner who's beaming (when isn't he?) like fuck in your presence and will absolutely show Ghost a picture of your new haircut. ("She's fucking beautiful, yeah?" "Never said she wasn't, Johnny." "Yeah, but you never said she was, Lt." "...Oh, fucking hell.")

[dearweirdme]

JKKRs NEED to sexualize their ship coz without it, JKK are really just close friends. So JKKRs emphasize on sexualizing their interactions and sound like sex deprived fans coz JK's sweet nature and big heart is shared to all members and they need to find something that makes their ship unique implying a different type of relationship. Apart from being close friends, there's nothing deeper or mysterious about their interactions. They're advertised as a duo, fans love it. Company monetizes it. Shipper sexualize them, unfortunately. Plus they sexualize them in a very stereotypical hetero way. That alone should have shippers take a step back if they still have some critical thinking skills left.

Hi anon!

Let me tell you how crazy it is (not that we don’t all know.. just.. for entertainment reasons 😂).

They have made the ‘not meeting’ conversation into it meaning that Jk and Jm went through a rough patch (insert romantic struggles while there being no signs of that at all).

They have made Jm and Jk’s playfighting on the boat when Jm said he’ll shit on Jk into sexual behavior (insert sex when there’s none).

They think Jk took care of Jm when he was sick in NY.. when Jk was pretty much just minding his own business and not at all bothered.

A lot of them actually think they didn’t want Tae with them at Jeju. They blamed Tae’s influence on Jk for Jk being disrespectful and bullying to Jm. They blame Tae for the Jeju episode being less intimate 😂. There’s people who actually believe that Jk was savage to Tae because he did not want Tae there.

They think Jm and Jk’s ramen talk was about having sex (I swear, these men will never be able to actually talk about wanting to eat ramen).

They think a cut in the footage means that Jk and Jm were getting frisky.

I don’t know where they get it from.. but apparently the consensus is that at Jeju the difference between Jk and Jm and Jk and Tae’s closeness was in favor of Jkk.

They got mad because Tae prevented Jk and Jm from wearing matching swimming shorts and they got mad because Tae stole Jm’s scooter. Oh.. they also got mad about Tae stealing Jm’s watergun. (I swear these people are three years old).

They think Jk and Jm used signlanguage at one point to.. I don’t even know what it meant according to them… probably something to do with undying love.

They hated ham-gate.. again a lot of anger towards Jk ‘because how can he treat Jm like that?’.

Jm sleeping while Jk cooks is the epitome of domesticity.

It all gets turned up a notch for the Sapporo episodes.

The lack of footage from Tokyo is apparently sus… while the fact that Jm and Jk weren’t together a lot in Tokyo is ignored.

They obviously slept in the same bed (something to do with a clearly recently vacated spot and bedsheets being not messy enough).

Jk took a pic of the number at the restaurant has something to do with their numbers game… don’t ask me!

Jm mentioning having a daughter was them being open.

I actually read someone say ‘they are so brave’ by having filmed Sapporo. Like.. yes, my men are brave.. but nothing of that has anything to do with filming this series. It’s work. Very clearly so. It’s been done to fit their schedules. There’s entire teams around them. There’s no privacy at all.

Please let them get a grip soon 😫😫.

[alacants]

First of all - thanks for the veeeery informative posts about Ferru, Ferrero, Ferrero/Nadal! I was wondering if there's anything interesting about Juan Carlos and Feliciano?

anon what a WONDERFUL ask. this made my day.

tho i’m afraid the answer is not as it exciting it could be because they're friendly! normal friendly! neither passive-aggressive nor more homoerotic than average! which is notable mostly/only because feli is the original rafa stan, president and acting chair of the rafa nadal supporters’ association.

but one of the most endearing things about feli lopez is that despite having THE messiest personal life of the armada bar none (and i'm including his bestie alongside his various exes), put him in a spanish tennis enclosure and everyone is his friend. you'd expect this from someone low-key like ferru, but from the guy who’s been torn to shreds in the press multiple times by multiple exes, who used to regularly log on in the middle of the night to beef with randos and tweet through his breakup feelings… it’s a little more surprising!

feli also loves the davis cup. he’s the only player to have been on the roster for all four of spain's most recent titles, 2008-2009-2011-2019. (he did NOT play 2012, the only final in that era they lost. coincidence????) so after juanki’s big redemptive moment he was sooooo happy—he’s the one carrying juanki around on his shoulders afterwards. you could definitely do something with that if you were so inclined.

(WHY WON'T THESE STAY SIDE BY SIDE THIS IS DRIVING ME INSANE!!!!!)

in fact feli's davis cup debut was the 2003 final vs australia. …which spain lost, but it was the last flicker of juanki's undisputed reign atop the spanish firmament. year 1 B.R. (Before Rafa). this possibly is part of why feli was a juanki believer—in 2005 his answer to whether juanki could recapture his old form was "yes of COURSE he'll get back in the top 10. probably not no. 1 because of federer but definitely top 10." (<- feli also loves roger.) and we know that juanki likes people who believe in him.

feli was also a regular in the valencia open. he was at juanki’s retirement ceremony! where he spent half his time giggling with rafa and the other half getting visibly emotional, because much like juanki he cries at the drop of a hat. lol.

i will take this opportunity to share an anecdote from that occasion that didn’t fit anywhere else, even though it’s such a great piece of nadarrero-adjacent lore. first, after the ceremony juanki’s friends presented him with a RED MOTOR SCOOTER lmfao of course they did, and although most of those photos have been tragically lost to time, feli's survive because feli fans were very, very dedicated archivists. (the other ones still around are on alex corretja’s facebook. hahaha.) then everyone except ferru, who had to play a match the next morning, went to the after-after party and rafa and feli danced to call me maybe and rafa got so smashed that pico monaco had to drag him out at 5 a.m. and only then was juanki the last to leave.

sorry that was a tangent but hopefully an entertaining one. last but not least here is juanki's message to feli on the occasion of his retirement!

those are the facts. mostly facts. now if you want to know what kind of fascinating fictional possibilities i have conjured… well i can talk about those too, starting with how feli and ferru were especially close in 2012, because they played olympic doubles together and came thisclose to bronze and didn't get it and i am OVER it, it’s FINE—what was i talking about? juanki and feli. right. where i was going with the above is that obviously the angle i find funniest is what does noted situationship connoisseur feli lopez think about (handwave) All That.* like he was right there the whole time. but needless to say this is far from the only option. the romance, or at least the lust, of the davis cup is real. the mutual madridismo is real. the rafa nadal of it all is real. and if your ask was thinking antagonism rather than attraction, then i mean. GO WILD.

*for some extra texture you should know that when ferru retired at the madrid open, which is directed by feli, they also gave him a painting except it was an EXTREMELY NORMAL ONE, just, like, a nice picture of ferru on the court, from which i can only conclude that juan carlos ferrero looked at this and thought, you fucking amateurs. you know what i'm going to do—

[my-castles-crumbling]

TW: domestic abuse???

sorry for the yapping btw lol reaallllly long lol

hello!!

so recently one of my friends has been having relationship problems with an ex.....

They were dating for about 8 months and broke up because she was starting to verbally abuse him, manipulate him, gaslight, guilt trip, the whole shabang in a long distance relationship. She also cheated on him, 3 times, in the span of a month...!

Even though they broke up, they were still in contact, and when he went on a date with someone she went crazy screaming at him on the phone. I saw this first had because I was there when she called him. I could here her even without speaker.

(Most of this was very shocking to me because I had started to become friends with her, and I had never seen her/heard of her acting like that.)

The next day (they had talked it through) she went on a date with a different guy and said it was fine because she was the girl in the relationship and she could do what she wanted. (no????)

After this they had a long talk about if they could see other people because she had insisted on it. they came to the conclusion that they were over had no control or say over each others lives.

Yay!! proplem solved right? WRONG

My friend ends up getting a girlfriend a couple weeks later (same girl he went on a date with.)

They had still be talking as friends as one does sometimes but one night she calls 7 times, and then spam texts him. He thinks something is wrong so he texts her back because she wasn't been doing well mentally. (he cant call because its 2am on a school night.)

She starts asking all these questions about their relationship, saying "oh how did i mess up" "do you still love me more then friends" "am i a shit person because I cheated on you" "I miss you" "we should get back together" etc....

He says no, because he started dating someone about a week ago at this point and he's not giving up on that girl just to go back to her. Reasonable right?

She freaks out and starts yelling at him (over text yes, it was in caps) and starts claiming oh you never loved me, im gonna off myself becuase of this, your such a bad person etc....

he ends up just turning his phone of because she will not stop texting him and its a school night.

That was yesterday and he hasn't done anything about it yet. Ive talked to him about it and suggested that because he still wants to be friends with her (????) that he give her an ultimatum because this is extremely unhealthy for both of them.

Ultimatum being that if she does not clean up her act, that he will cut contact with her.

He's said "no i dont want to do this because shes really unstabled right now and i dont want her to hurt herself or others" but he is not responsible for her life or happiness, peoples actions have consequences.

from,

a concerned friend

Okay, this sounds eerily like one of my past experiences lol. And as someone who has dealt with this before- he NEEDS to cut her off. He is not responsible for her emotions or her actions. He needs to take care of himself, and this is not healthy. He will feel SO much better after he cuts contact. Please remind him that he's not responsible for her and if he's actually concerned about those things, he should call the police.

Naming you concerned friend anon!

[amberlynnmurdock]

I Yearned For You

Pairing: Ben Tallmadge x Reader

Summary: a lovely anon sent in a request here. The request said "Maybe a fic with Benjamin Tallmadge where he and the reader are reunited during the battle of Setauket?"

Well anon, you asked, and here I am, delivering! I had to rewatch that episode again instead of going into it blindly, and I'm glad I did, because boyyy, I love a rugged and pissed-off Ben lol. I hope you love it anonny friend! Also, Happy 4th!

Setauket hadn’t had a normal day in what felt like ages. Not now especially, with Simcoe’s men still lurking and tensions higher than ever among people you used to call friends…neighbors, even. Things had gotten even worse when you found out Simcoe had innocent people held captive—and not just any people, but your best friend’s uncle and…your ex, you supposed, lover’s father. Reverend Tallmadge was a good man, and you still attended his sermons every Sunday, (despite losing touch with his son), until Simcoe wrongfully accused him of shooting Abe’s father. To put it simply, things were absolutely in turmoil. And you didn’t have anyone to lean on except for Anna. 

You felt helpless, and it was a terrible reminder of how badly things ended between you and Ben. Before he went off, done up in blue and gold, without looking back. That seemed like such a little bump in the road now. The intensity of the situation now far outweighed anything you and Ben had disagreed on that night. You worried for his father, and you worried he had no idea what was happening right now. 

You cursed to yourself and shook your head as you tied a blue ribbon to hold your hair back. What did it matter, if you looked good going into town? Nothing was the same since the war started. Nothing was the same since your close group of friends separated—half at home, the other half risking their lives.

Nothing had been the same without Benjamin. 

There Anna was, standing, waiting patiently for you. When she saw you walking up, she gave a shadow of a smile, and a look that said I’m scared, too.  

“Are they still held captive down there?” You asked nervously. Your heart had been pounding all morning on your way to the town. 

“Yes,” Anna replied curtly, crossing her arms. She looked as though she was looking for something—or someone—in the crowd. “Are you holding up alright?” 

It amazed you that despite everything the brunette had been through recently, with her husband being taken away and losing Abigail, she still managed to make sure you were okay, just as she always had when you were little kids. You thought that if you had a bigger sister, you’d hope she would’ve been like Anna Strong. 

“Best I can,” you answered, “I’m worried for Caleb’s uncle and…Ben’s father,” you whispered. Ensign Baker had strolled by you and Anna, wishing a good morning. How can he say that right now? Anna returned the greeting for the two of you, and spoke again when he walked away. 

“They will be fine,” Anna told you, so sure of herself. “Believe me.” Her eyes trailed off in the distance. You followed her gaze and saw Abe and Mary, and little Thomas, ride in. You squinted your eyes at her. 

“How can you be so sure?” 

A group of redcoats suddenly came marching into town. You watched as Simcoe ordered for basement doors to be opened. After a few moments, Simcoe and his men roughly brought out the elder Brewster and Reverend Tallmadge, who was covered in dirt and sweat. You looked away—it was too painful to watch. 

“What are they doing?” You asked Anna. 

Her eyebrows were scrunched. She was looking at Abe. You hated how you felt like you weren’t let in on a secret. As kids, you all shared everything with each other. 

Simcoe and his men took them all the way up to the church. You were horrified at the sight of Reverend Tallmadge and the elder Brewster being dragged up to the gallows. You placed a hand over your mouth, watching as some other townsfolk went on as if it were nothing. How could they be so cruel? 

As if reading your mind, Anna took your hand and squeezed it, reminding you not to show too much emotion. You clenched your jaw and leaned on the building you were near. You thought you might be sick. Despite Anna’s attempts at calming you down, there was only one person who ever succeeded in making your worries disappear. 

Suddenly, gunshots rang in the air. You jumped from the sound and bumped into Anna. As if on cue, she held onto your arm and dragged you closer to where Abe and his family had ridden in. 

“Anna!” 

“Shh,” she shushed you. 

In the distance, you saw a wave of blue come out of the woods and charge up to the church. People in town began to scream. Everything happened so fast, you were being rallied into a circle by rebels. Anna looked at you again, and her eyes said everything you needed to know: we are safe. 

“What is happening—“ you whispered, and suddenly, you felt like the weight of the world dropped in your stomach as you saw Major Benjamin Tallmadge stalking through the town in his blue and gold uniform, brows furrowed, jaw clenched, focus forward. You held your breath at the sight of him and suddenly wished you and Anna weren’t standing front and center of the group. 

You couldn’t take your eyes off him. 

He glanced at the group, and for a moment, just a sliver of a moment, when he looked at you, that hard look on his face faded into something softer. Your heart was in your throat. Looking at him felt like you were exposed in front of everyone to see. And when he looked away, it hurt that much more. 

However, your reaction to seeing Caleb was a bit different—you were excited and confused, all at once. All you wanted to do was clobber him in a bear hug. 

“Just wait,” Anna whispered. 

A shot rang in the air. You all turned your heads to the left to see a giant bullet hole in what used to be the Strong’s tavern—and underneath, Selah Strong, walking up alive and well. Now, you knew whatever Anna had planned for you vanished as she made her way through the crowd to greet her long-lost husband. You had to act by yourself now. 

☆☆☆☆

You found Anna again in the tavern when the rebels had everyone huddle inside, including some captive redcoats, like Ensign Baker. You stood beside her as you watched the events unfold. 

Ben was pacing back and forth, talking to Selah and then Caleb. Abe had begun to include himself in the conversation, too. You hadn’t seen Ben in months. He was hardened now, you could tell by the way his shoulders remained taut and hadn’t relaxed a bit since he was here. He did that whenever he was angry. You couldn’t imagine how he felt now. Every so often, you swore he scanned the crowd just to get a look at you. And each time he did, you looked away, eyes drifting to the floor or the wall. 

Caleb was more brash than Ben in his actions, and rightfully so. You gasped when he held a gun to Ensign Baker’s neck. And from there, everything happened so fast—Anna left your side, following orders from Ben to open the cellar. Caleb and Abe followed Anna, with Ben behind them. You couldn’t look away this time. 

When Ben walked by you, it was like only you and he existed. So much was said in one look, without any words. He held your gaze, and while the rest of his face remained sharp, his blue eyes were soft. It was like he said I’ll speak with you. Not now, but soon. 

☆☆☆☆

A lot happened, but from the looks of it, the battle was over. Not without casualties. Fortunately, Reverend Tallmadge was alive, but he held the elder Brewster in his arms. You bit back tears as you looked away. You walked across the dirt path and stopped as you saw an army of blue march down. 

You were frozen, watching them. This may be your only chance to speak with Ben, while everyone was distracted and no redcoats were nearby. They had all retreated to the church. 

Ben led the dragoons. He had the face of a man who had won a battle, exhaustedly, but still remained strong for the men whom he had to lead. There was a difference between remaining strong and looking it, though. 

“Grab your haversacks and head for the boats!” He shouted with authority. You had to get used to this new, rugged Ben, made from war. 

He stopped in his tracks. You were about to step forward until Abe and he began to converse about something. And when they were done, Abe walked away, and Ben finally, looked at you. 

The intense feeling you had in your chest only grew heavier the closer you walked to Ben. And he stood there patiently, waiting for you, one hand on his waist, the other touching his sword. When you finally stood before him, he dropped the hand that touched his sword. You were overcome with so many emotions, you didn’t know where to begin. It was lovely to see him, and heart-wrenching, all at once. 

“I’m so happy your father is okay. I heard a boy in town said he saw Benjamin Tallmadge all done up in blue and gold,” you forced a smile, tears already threatening the corner of your eyes. Ben had looked around you as if to make sure no one was suspicious of why he was talking to you. You didn’t bother to look. 

He said your name, barely above a whisper. You bit your lip, thinking this was a terrible idea, and began to walk away. But Ben gently tugged on your wrist, and let go the moment he got your attention. 

“Are you okay here?” Ben asked earnestly. 

“As good as I can be,” you replied with a shrug. “You know nothing is the same.” 

“I know,” he nodded, breaking eye contact when he saw a tear slide down your cheek. He never could stand to see you so upset and by his own doing. He swallowed hard before he spoke again. “Why don’t you come with me? On the boats? To New Jersey?” His voice was strained with so many things—pain, yearning, regret. And the worst of all, hope. 

“I can’t,” you began to argue, “I can’t drop everything here.” 

“You can,” he argued. And it felt like you were back three years ago, arguing about the same thing all over again. “It’s not safe with those wretched men up at the hill, at our church.” When he mentioned the church, memories flooded your mind like crashing waves of images of you and Ben sitting front row in the center, every Sunday. Meeting him outside around the back of the church stealing kisses. The church you dreamed of marrying him in someday. 

“I’ve survived this long without you,” you said rather harshly, without meaning to. 

“I may be standing here,” Ben started in a low voice, “but I’ve barely survived without you.” The look on his face was full of pain; flashes of the night he left you in your mind. That same pained expression, of wanting to reach out and grab something but never being close enough. 

Your heart was beating so fast, he might’ve seen your chest moving. God, you were such a sinful liar. You were barely surviving here without Ben, too. With that redcoat forced to live in your house, you always watching your own back. Life was hard here. You wanted to leap at the idea of being back in Ben’s graces, but something held you back. 

“I don’t have much time,” Ben urged. 

When you didn’t answer, he straightened his shoulders again and bowed. 

“It was lovely to see you again,” Ben told you, choking on his own voice but hiding it well with that stern expression. “Goodbye, my love.” 

☆☆☆☆

You watched as Ben disappeared down the road with his men, to the boats. And something in you changed, minutes later. You were sprinting after the boats, that were just taking off. There was a crowd of people in town watching as the rebels—traitors, to them—sailed off to their next destination. Anna was on one of those boats. 

Just as you were running past everyone, pushing to the front, you ran into the river, not giving a damn who saw and gasped and cursed at you. You passed Anna, who was strangely coming back, against you who was marching on forward. 

Ben held up his arms and yelled for Caleb to stop rowing. 

“Ben!” You shouted. “I want to come!” 

Ben leaped out of the boat and met you in the water, up to your shins. He was shaking, you were shaking, as he held onto you tightly and helped you get onto the boat, to join him, Caleb, and Selah, and the rest of the rebel army in their journey to New Jersey. You sat in the boat, with a blanket over your shoulders, and watched as the townspeople cursed at you. You held Anna’s gaze, wondering why on earth you had switched places. 

But it didn’t matter now. Ben sat across from you on the boat, beaming with an expression of gratefulness. He took your hands in his and warmed them by rubbing them together. You didn’t have to say anything to each other—the look in your eyes was enough. 

[thedoover-if]

i'll just call myself the avoidance anon (lol) and yes, we're doing much better, thank you! I'm happy to say that, as a big FU to my (ex) dad, I am now earning three times his salary. haha

anyways, on the subject of kids, I have this scenario where my PC have always wanted to have a child (totally not me btw) but obviously that didn't happen bc of the cheating and divorce. in a game I played recently, the MC's mother had artifical insemination to have a baby. so what if our PC did that too (we better be making big bucks as a marriage councellor or i'll sue) a year or two after the divorce.

I hc my PC as someone who overworks to cope (if I can't see you, you can't see me) and kinda just... forgets to take care of themselves at some point. while spending a day-off on their favorite cafe, they happen to see a happy family walk by and after almost a week of thinking, they're on their way to get an IUI. a few months later, its confirmed that they're pregnant and affectionately call the bundle of joy, 'my miracle'. ('I lost myself but I found you, my tiny miracle')

on the night of the accident, PC asked the sweet old couple next door to babysit bc they're working late aaand... there goes the plot. at some point after the accident, the ex-spouse somehow meets the child and is curious about the father and (possibly) gets even more heartbroken realizing PC most likely went through a pregnancy alone; the morning sickness, pregnancy cravings, and the heightened emotions on top of the soreness.

ex-spouse: 'oh, what are you drawing?'

(c/n): 'ms. penny said to draw my family. this is me; I'm a prince/princess.'

ex-spouse: "oh, is this your mommy and daddy, then?"

(c/n): 'no, mommy is the fairy godmother. that's daddy and his princess.'

ex-spouse: 'your daddy and... his princess?'

(c/n): 'mmh! mommy said my real daddy left to look for his true love, and that they lived happily ever after.'

(the skit is purely for emotional damage LOLOLOL)

ex-spouse is left to be a silent observer as he watches PC put the child to sleep by singing them a lullaby (think 'never grow up' by ts) and watch them be the mother they always wanted to be, except, the spot next to them was empty (different from his imagination) and the warm, loving gaze PC used to give him was now directed at someone else.

for extra angst, i'd like to imagine the ex-spouse's parents being aware that PC had a baby and sends birthday and holiday gifts for the little one. they were even there for the baby's birth. when the ex later called his parents to ask why they didn't say anything to him about the baby, they simply said 'it was none of his business'. of course, the parents would notice PC overworking themselves, but months later, they saw small, positive change with the PC, and when they opened up they were, in fact, pregnant, they didn't want their kid to ruin the happiness PC found (again)

at this point, it just became a mini-au of an au. I'M JSUT SO EXCITED FOR THIS IF JSJAKPQXNWO

hi again! aw that makes me really happy to hear and YESSS CONGRATS TO YOU!!!

uhm...this skit😭😭 emotional damage achieved anon😭 also i love never grow up!! well this story broke my heart WHYY. reading this makes me so glad i didnt add any kids into this horrible mix LOL. and by the end of the book itll just be up in the air what happens with MC and their partner, so you guys can just create whatever scenarios you want haha

and thank you for the excitment!!💗 sorry its taking so long, coding is such a drag (im really slow haha) but it hopefully shouldnt be too long anymore!!

[multiplicity-positivity]

hoo boy this will be a handful but. i'm doing this on anon because i am still in the shame/denial phase. so after befriending some systems (and losing said friendships + accumulated stress + other traumatic/overwhelming circumstances), a few alters (around 9 of them, some very recent, some very old) stepped forward and fully made their presence known?? i dunno know to explain it, my co-host (who i thought was a simple character i made up to "roleplay as") said they've been grouping them to finally come out and actually interact. is it normal to have found out about them this late in my life? (i'm in my early 20s). like, there are gaps, blanks and inexplicable things in my life that, upon talking with them, now know are their doing and it makes sense, things are clicking into place now, but i still feel like i'm faking all of this to cope with the loss of my friends. i don't think i'm traumatized enough, or that i "fit the mold", but i don't want to push them away in case they're real (which i want to believe they are but. we circle back to the issue at hand). i already did my homework and researched a ton (psych major) but getting a proper diagnosis in my country is absurdly costly and difficult, and i have no one to run to so i am just. sitting here and hoping for the best.

Hi! It sounds like you’re going through a lot - we’re sorry things have been so difficult and overwhelming for you lately! We’ll share some advice and link a few posts we’ve made in the past that might be useful for you.

First of all, yes, it is very common and incredibly normal to discover your system later in life. Many folks don’t realize they’re plural until well into adulthood. Our own system had our “official syscovery” when our body was 23 years old! For folks with dissociative disorders, there’s probably a few reasons for this, such as:

- having to live covertly and keep the system a secret while actively in an abusive environment

- being unable to properly handle or deal with the range of emotions that comes with discovering a system

- the system functioning okay with heavy dissociative barriers, without some sort of event or circumstance that causes alters to come in contact with one another

And more! Really it is so common for folks with dissociative disorders to not discover their system until adulthood - most of the other systems we know went through the same thing!

Second of all, it’s also very common for plural folks of all sorts to feel like they’re faking. Unfortunately, whether trauma-formed, created, spontaneous, or anything in between, denial and fear of faking are almost impossible to avoid, especially at first in the early stages of learning about your system. Rather than go over all the different ways you can cope with a fear of faking in this response, we’ll just link our previous post on dealing with denial - please check it out if you can!

In that post linked above, we’d like to highlight points 7 and 8: a syscovery literally can happen at any time, and those who really are faking usually know that they’re faking and as such don’t stress so much about whether or not their system is real. Honestly, these days we’re of the opinion that even if someone is faking plurality, they should still be welcomed to explore their “system” and will still be cherished and accepted in our spaces as long as they want to be here.

Third, it is also incredibly common for trauma survivors to worry that their trauma “wasn’t bad enough” or that they should be perfectly functional because “someone else has had it worse.” Feeling like your trauma wasn’t enough can be a trauma response in and of itself. Many of us in our system also have these same fears from time to time. Even in the unlikely event that your system formed just to help you cope with the loss of your friends, that’s still a valid reason for plurality to occur and you are still welcome to identify as a system.

We appreciate so much that you don’t want to push your headmates away! Focusing on building communication and nurturing positive relationships between y’all can be so helpful and healing. Lots of folks tend to shut down when they first discover their system and push their headmates away as a result. So being open to the experience and willing to work with your headmates is huge! And we’re sure your headmates appreciate this as well.

We cannot diagnose you, and it’s possible that you may or may not have a dissociative disorder like DID or OSDD. It’s possible to be plural without these disorders, even for systems who formed from trauma. But people with dissociative disorders still have these disorders with or without a diagnosis. Lots of people out there are unable to access a mental health professional who is capable of diagnosing them, but that doesn’t mean they don’t have the disorders they’re struggling with.

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We’re wishing you and your whole system the very best of luck going forward. Please take your time learning more about yourself and your headmates! Y’all will always be welcome here, no matter what you discover about yourselves in the future. We hope this helps! Sorry it got so long! 😅

🌷 Corrie, 💚 Ralsei, and 🐢 Kip

[dragonsfromthemoon]

Just because Rhaegar told Elia that 'There must be three heads' doesn't mean that she would have known anything and everything that is there to know about Rhaegar's prophecy. An intelligent woman would have smacked Rhaegar on his head and said to take his head out of prophecies and asked him to deal with his deranged father instead.

Also, is it realistic that anyone in their right mind would ask their husbands to go and humiliate them in front of the entire Seven Kingdoms ??? Not happening. Besides there are Rhaegar fanatics who blame Elia for his pursuit of Lyanna, actually thinking that Rhaegar absconded with Lyanna because of Elia's failures.

Such claims of Elia showing the greenlight to Rhaegar/Lyanna relationship doesn't necessarily makes it better. That would naturally have Elia dirtying her hand with the start of the war and sent ten thousand Dornishmen off to die, including her own uncle.

Babies are cute yes, but let me ask you one question. If you were ever placed in a situation where you have to choose between your own child or some other child of a friend/stranger, who would you choose ? You could only ever save one of them ? Who would you choose or anyone else ? I pray that no one find themselves in such a situation but everyone is going to save their own child. No matter how cute the other baby is, or how important the other baby is, to a parent their offspring comes first. And as such Elia would naturally prefer her children over Jon.

Besides Jon is in a position where Daemon Blackfyre exactly was. And there was a Blackfyre rebellion in the recent memory with Maelys the Monstrous. People can say, Elia is of Dorne and Dornish don't hate bastards and such, but is that how Myriah Martell's mindset would have been when Daemon Blackfyre was hoping to murder her sons and usurp their claims ?

Elia is a Dornish princess, on her way to become queen, and the Dornish have never been popular in Westeros. She can't afford to look despised, cuckhold, weak or naive. Especially if she wants what is best for her children, which definitely wouldn't be allowing a threat to their throne go around freely.

Anon, the truth is that we do not know the extent of what Rhaegar told Elia. How much she knew of his plans. We could argue back and forth all day; we would be merely speculating and having our own biased headcanons. However, let’s work with the canon material we have to build an argument.

ONE. By the way, the scene you mentioned is ambiguous in itself, because it happens to be a vision in the House of the Undying. Dany herself cannot be sure who Rhaegar was addressing.

"Will you make a song for him?" the woman asked. "He has a song," the man replied. "He is the prince that was promised, and his is the song of ice and fire." He looked up when he said it and his eyes met Dany's, and it seemed as if he saw her standing there beyond the door. "There must be one more," he said, though whether he was speaking to her or the woman in the bed she could not say. "The dragon has three heads." He went to the window seat, picked up a harp, and ran his fingers lightly over its silvery strings. Sweet sadness filled the room as man and wife and babe faded like the morning mist, only the music lingering behind to speed her on her way. [Daenerys IV, ACOK]

Here, I even highlighted the passage for you. Not hard to understand we cannot take it at face value, right?

TWO. Rhaegar had plans to deal with his father. The only one who had a pacific way of deposing Aerys, actually, through a Council. 

But if indeed there was a shadow, who was he, and why did he choose to keep his role a secret? A dozen names have been put forward over the years, but only one seems truly compelling: Rhaegar Targaryen, Prince of Dragonstone. If this tale be believed, 'twas Prince Rhaegar who urged Lord Walter to hold the tourney, using his lordship's brother Ser Oswell as a gobetween. Rhaegar provided Whent with gold sufficient for splendid prizes in order to bring as many lords and knights to Harrenhal as possible. The prince, it is said, had no interest in the tourney as a tourney; his intent was to gather the great lords of the realm together in what amounted to an informal Great Council, in order to discuss ways and means of dealing with the madness of his father, King Aerys II, possibly by means of a regency or a forced abdication. If indeed this was the purpose behind the tourney, it was a perilous game that Rhaegar Targaryen was playing. Though few doubted that Aerys had taken leave of his senses, many still had good reason to oppose his removal from the Iron Throne, for certain courtiers and councillors had gained great wealth and power through the king's caprice and knew that they stood to lose all should Prince Rhaegar come to power.  [The Fall of the Dragons: The Year of the False Spring, TWOIAF]

This claim is supported by Rhaegar’s own words, in a conversation with Jaime.

Rhaegar had put his hand on Jaime's shoulder. "When this battle's done I mean to call a council. Changes will be made. I meant to do it long ago, but . . . well, it does no good to speak of roads not taken. We shall talk when I return." Those were the last words Rhaegar Targaryen ever spoke to him. Outside the gates an army had assembled, whilst another descended on the Trident. So the Prince of Dragonstone mounted up and donned his tall black helm, and rode forth to his doom. [Jaime I, AFFC]

So you cannot claim that Rhaegar was not aware of Aerys II’s inaptitude to sit the Iron Throne and did not mean to do something. However, there are three issues regarding Aerys II: 1. TWOIF remarks he had his own supporters, men that hated Rhaegar and wanted him passed in favor of Viserys; 2. he was still the king; and 3. he was still Rhaegar’s father. Rhaegar could not commit treason, nor kinslaying or kingslaying. Those are all taboos in Westerosi society. It was not as easy as we would like to depose a king, who would have imagined, right?

THREE. Rhaegar did not crown Lyanna with the intent of humiliating Elia, as you put it. It is speculated to be a move to curry favor with the lords attending the tourney, especially the Starks and the Baratheons, for his political purpose of deposing Aerys II. 

The cheers of the crowd were said to be deafening, but King Aerys did not join them. Far from being proud and pleased by his heir's skill at arms, His Grace saw it as a threat. Lords Chelsted and Staunton inflamed his suspicions further, declaring that Prince Rhaegar had entered the lists to curry favor with the commons and remind the assembled lords that he was a puissant warrior, a true heir to Aegon the Conqueror.  [The Fall of the Dragons: The Year of the False Spring, TWOIAF]

And when the triumphant Prince of Dragonstone named Lyanna Stark, daughter of the Lord of Winterfell, the queen of love and beauty, placing a garland of blue roses in her lap with the tip of his lance, the lickspittle lords gathered around the king declared that further proof of his perfidy. Why would the prince have thus given insult to his own wife, the Princess Elia Martell of Dorne (who was present), unless it was to help him gain the Iron Throne? The crowning of the Stark girl, who was by all reports a wild and boyish young thing with none of the Princess Elia's delicate beauty, could only have been meant to win the allegiance of Winterfell to Prince Rhaegar's cause, Symond Staunton suggested to the king. Yet if this were true, why did Lady Lyanna's brothers seem so distraught at the honor the prince had bestowed upon her? Brandon Stark, the heir to Winterfell, had to be restrained from confronting Rhaegar at what he took as a slight upon his sister's honor, for Lyanna Stark had long been betrothed to Robert Baratheon, Lord of Storm's End. Eddard Stark, Brandon's younger brother and a close friend to Lord Robert, was calmer but no more pleased. As for Robert Baratheon himself, some say he laughed at the prince's gesture, claiming that Rhaegar had done no more than pay Lyanna her due...but those who knew him better say the young lord brooded on the insult, and that his heart hardened toward the Prince of Dragonstone from that day forth.  [The Fall of the Dragons: The Year of the False Spring, TWOIAF]

Well, here we have hints of Rhaegar participation in the jousts and his posterior crowning of Lyanna as a political move (as well as to honor her for The Knight of the Laughing Three). Did it go wrong? Of course! The Starks and Robert were distraught and not too pleased. Rhaegar tried, nevertheless. He thought his gallantry would earn him support for his cause (in comparison to Aerys II’s appearance and overall behavior, mind you). As you might have noticed, we can understand a little more of Rhaegar’s reasons, but not Elia’s perspective on the whole ordeal. However, if she was aware of what he wanted to achieve at Harrenhal, it is safe to conclude a sensible woman such as Elia would not begrudge him for making a move. Again, we cannot be sure about her, because GRRM did not bother to give us Elia’s perspective. It does not even matter, frankly. 

FOUR. The circumstance of Rhaegar and Elia’s relationship was this: a political match made by the Princess of Dorne; borne out of duty, not out of love. However, there was good feelings between them, even if it was not love. Whether she was aware or Rhaegar’s feelings for Lyanna or not, I cannot say. But nothing about her (arranged) marriage, personality and upbringing suggest that she would have raged or hated Rhaegar and Lyanna’s guts because he took a mistress he loved. We have to remember she was a Dornish noblewoman, born and raised in a faux-medieval society. Alliances by marriage were the order; and people had lovers they desired and loved. Her context differs much from ours.

FIVE. The Rebellion (and thus the deaths of thousand of dornishmen) did not start because Rhaegar and Lyanna eloped. It started because of Brandon’s impulsiveness and lack of tactic (shouting for the death of the Crown Prince is a treason, a huge crime paid with death), and because Aerys II not only murdered Rickard Stark, but demanded the heads of Ned and Robert as well. Then Jon Arryn raised his banners in war. It was a situation that got out of control.

SIX. Why are you talking babies? It quite does not have anything to do with the situation at hand. Elia was not put in a situation in which she had to make such a choice for her son’s life (unless you consider Young Griff to be the real Aegon).

SEVEN. Why do you think Jon would have risen in rebellion and comparing this situation to the Blackfyre’s Rebellions? Do you have anything to back up your claim? It seems you have a bias against bastards, quite frankly. And this is a mere hipotetical situation, because we know how the Rebellion ended.

EIGHT. At the end of the day, you seem to forget that, despite of Rhaegar’s relationship with Lyanna, Elia was still his legal wife. She was the mother of his heir, the next queen consort and the second in the line of succession to Dorne. Lyanna’s status highly differs from hers. Unless claimed otherwise on the next books, Lyanna was a lover (a mistress, if you would), with no legal marital status. Again, unless claimed otherwise, Jon would still be a bastard. Even if Rhaegar legitimized Jon to give him the Targaryen name, he would still be the second son, under Aegon in the line of succession. I do not see any lord going against that or tempted to usurp Aegon. Even more so that Aegon had the Targaryen look, whilst Jon does not. I quite doubt a lord would rise in rebellion to supplant the heir ir favor of a Northern-looking boy, in those circumstances. Actually, Viserys was the one to be feared here, not Jon. Because Aerys II’s supports wanted to take Rhaegar and his children out of the line of succession, fearing they would lose power and wealth. Tell me the truth now. Who would have Elia feared: her son’s legitimate and Targaryen-looking uncle or Rhaegar’s Northern-looking baseborn son? I think the answer is obvious. 

[alarrytale]

I saw a previous ask about Louis’ image and I understand what you’re saying because of the changes we saw in him while even being in the band. But in all this reminiscing with Liam bringing things back a bit you can see they’ve all matured and changed especially with their clothing. All of them were drinking, partying, smoking (I don’t remember if Niall was or not but he was seen vaping a couple of years ago so it’s possible) etc while in 1D and afterwards. All the cutesy clothes were ditched for more individual punk/rock styles, their music sound changed and even their haircuts were gone from their original cute cuts. My genuine question is why is everyone so concerned with only Louis’ image change when all the boys underwent changes throughout their time in 1D and after, it may be just a sign of growing up.

Louis was always into indie music, even pre-1D, so I was never surprised at his choice to break into that type of music scene. As hard as it is to do it, I think he’s always been more into doing the type of music he wants to make than worrying about a Grammy for example. I think as long as people are there for him, he’s very happy. Don’t get me wrong I’m sure he wants to see his music successful but i do think he wants to make his own art. And honestly I think he was born with football in his blood so he likes to talk about it if he’s not talking about music. That’s pretty natural for someone to do. Line when Zayn talks about his farm, it’s natural for him to do that. What’s surprising to me is the amount of solo louies that also see him as something other than straight. I assumed that was only Larries but I’ve noticed this other trend also (but never with Harry of course). And there are other Louies of course that don’t care about his sexuality.

I do think s*mon & others involved destroyed his confidence from the very beginning. And I do believe S*mon & the other guy who even spoke about Louis being a wild card in a video that recently showed up again (his name escapes me at the moment) did give him a few talks (commands/threats, whatever you want to call it) about his behavior and I do believe all of that has really caused some insecurity and constant restraint of his behavior, even to this day. I very much agree with you on all of this. I like when I see him giving us a glimpse of his theater kid self, & more feminine ways every once in a while. His trip to Jakarta was an absolute treat for us, same with his appearance at the race but yes I too see the suppression of what appears to have been his true self. He’s still animated of course but it’s just different if you know what I mean. I like how he’s not afraid to show tears still though. Some of his songs, one in particular it seems like he chokes up each time.

Just one thing I have to correct people on is Louis isn’t manspreading. The definition of manspreading is not just when someone is simply sitting with their legs open. Manspreading is when someone is sitting in a shared space, like a bus bench for instance and they take up so much room they crowd other people. You can’t manspread if you’re sitting on a chair by yourself or if you’re not cutting into someone’s space. Most of the time Louis is sitting by himself.

Hi, anon!

It's a bit hard to reply to you when i don't know which ask you're referring to in regards to Louis image. We have had plenty of discussions about that; what's Louis' natural developement and growth vs. what's due to the image he's adopted. I think we as a fandom disagree on this. Some things i think are pure image while other thinks it's natural and truly him. I agree that everyone grows up, grows out of things, changes styles etc. The boys have all been through a lot so they're coping differently. Louis went from never having smoked a day in his life at 18, to being a chainsmoker.

So they've all changed, but they haven't got a personality transplant. You can’t change the past and claim you are something you never were. That's the image talking. There is no indication Louis was into indie music as a teenager. I've talked about this before. And yes, he's still surpressing his natural mannerisms to not come off as very visibly gay. He also has a exaggerated focus on lad culture, and even through we know he's into football, we know he's not a misogynist or a homophobe like he can come off as. Louis is a gay man, and he's proud of it.

And i agree about the wrong use of terminology in regards to "manspreading" in this context. Louis isn't manspreading, but there isn't a good word for "spreading your legs wide to emphasize your crotch area, and opening up your body to show dominance and confidence like men often do, like they thought him in 'how to act straight' class". So manspreading is just something that's quicker to say, even though he's not stealing space from others.

[nogenderbee]

Hii first of all i absolutely ADORE your writing and you're easily one of my favorite pjsekai writing blogs!! :DD

Since i saw that your requests are open i thought i might as well shoot my shot because why not

Basically like Tsukasa x gn/reader hcs and/or fic where like the reader basically has anxiety and depression at the same time and they get overwhelmed and exhausted pretty easily due to all the overthinking if that makes sense (im bad at explaining my bad) and they tend to get upset over minor inconveniences and he is just kinda there to reassure them and he is like their comfort person basically (like fluff/slight angst kinda stuff, also bonus for physical affection hehe)

Also in case i ever request anything again can i be labled as 💫 anon?

Thats it have a nice day/night and of course no pressure or anything of the sort!! Take all the time you need byee :DD

Omg thank you so much <3 And don't worry you're not bad at explaining at all! I'm also very happy to welcome you in my little family as 💫 anon! Yayy! But anyway, I hope you enjoy <3 also you can say I had a little bit too much fun writing it...

Tsukasa comforting overworked and anxious reader

(read the request for better explanation what this will be about)

Tag List: @alicewinterway18 - come get your future star!

Recently your teachers gave you a lot of work to do and you didn't even understood any of it! Even if you are good student, now you were too tired to even think because of how much you had to do. You already were going through a bad season of your life and you didn't really need to stress over anything more.

Luckily for you tho, Tsukasa ivited you to his place for a date since it was some time since you last had it and he was worried about you. He saw how tiredly you walked on corridors and that it was harder than usually to make you smile. And when he invited you, you told him that you have a lot of work to do thinking that he'll understand and let you be but he said that you can take your work to his place and maybe he'll even be able to help you with something! And so of course you agreed on that.

So now you're sitting next to Tsukasa who had his arms wrapped around you and impressed by how much you know! He made sure to compliment your abilities from time to time and sometimes even asked for explanations if he saw something he couldn't understand.

But after your yawns becamse more and more often which happened quickly since you haven't sleep well for couple of days because of your work, he suggested to take a break and maybe cuddle in bed, but you disagreed telling him you have work to do which made him worry about you even more.

"YN, don't pressure yourself, alright? You can always do it later and you deserve a break."

"I know but if I won't end it before friday I'll definitely get 1."

He knew that it's nothing pleasent to have a bad mark and he would tell you that one bad mark won't kill you but he knows how you take the failure so instead he suggested something even he wasn't sure if he'll be able to fulfill.

"I can do it for you. I won't writed over your work, I'll do it in notebook and then you can rewrite it. Please just let me do it for you!"

You really wasn't sure about it but he gave you the best puppy eyes he could make so did you really had a choice?

"Alright... but don't pressure yourself over it, alright?"

"Yes! Don't worry! You go on bed and take a nap, and when you wake up, I promise it all will be done!"

First he tries to make some of the work himself but it's easy to say that he couldn't understand much of it... he didn't wanted to use the internet since it could be wrong so he called his friends and asked them for help. He went through a LOT of teasing but it was all worth it since he did it for you and your well being.

Once you woke up, he doesn't tell you that his friends helped him since he didn't wanted you to worry and wanted to impress you. And your work was all good! He convinced you to stay at his place for the time you rewrite all of it to make sure you take breaks properly, stay hydrated and eat your food. And once you're done with your work, he gives you the best reward he can!

"You're done? That's really impressive! I'm so proud of you! Now what let's cuddle on bed, alrighty? You deserve a break after so much work."

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