#and now as an adult it doesn’t annoy me in children or teenagers and to some extend young-adults anymore

[xxxstraightfromtheheartxxx]

Read my tags first, ran out of space.

Note: I change my mind a few times throughout this text post, what I began with is not entirely what I ended with. And I’m not even sure of the ‘conclusion’ I got to. However I’m too tired to try and figure the rest out about it right now. Might change this post later when I have made up my mind or got more questions about it. Heads up! Spelling- and other mistakes in writing, were made. Frequently.

I know my tags make me a hypocrite and that’s one of the judgemental thought processes I’ve been fighting/growing against most for a while now.

I expect people to think similarly to me about this and that’s not within my right, they don’t owe me anything for the choice I decided to make and put the hard work in for. That I’ve suffered for it and for the patience I’ve had to bring up towards others being judgemental and having prejudices they didn’t fight within themselves. The frustration I keep feeling every time I have to explain to other adults how to respect accept and see minorities or marginalised groups as equal in worth to themselves. It’s so tiring, and I’m just white, I can’t imagine what it must be like to try and have these conversations to protect yourself and your family and friends and loved ones over and over again whilst still experiencing racist comments assumptions treatment behaviour bullying exclusion exploitation… through systemic racism, racist communities,through so many facets of their lives.

I feel like I’ve been shouting for equality. Not sure if that’s the best most respectful word for it in english, in my language literally translated our word means ‘equally worthy”. And to me that means that from birth we should all be treated with the same amount of respect love and acceptance. It’s only society, nurture that causes this inequality to exist, that not only allows but encourages prejudices and othering for power. Shouting at people who seemingly just refuse to open their eyes, minds and hearts and keep humanity from growing into healthier behavioural patterns in the future. They refuses to put in more effort to try our best to avoid wars, make the idea of hurting another person out of anything other than self defence, be heavily rejected, punished. Instead of not saving each other out of fear for economic and political threats to our own habitants and countries. To be unified so firmly by the absolute belief that violence is wrong, that those fears wouldn’t even be an issue because we’re all know all the other countries will still have our backs and we’d be able to function without the country that’s trying to start or continue a war, while only having to put in mild effort to be entirely independent from the threatening county, as humanity instead of as “individual countries”. It would cut the county/group at war of their resources entirely, which would endanger them to much to be able to actually be able to hold out being at war and making an actual big difference in the big picture of our common humanity. I know there are many weapons that could destroy so many at the same time, yet they would be poisoning the ground they so gladly wish to live on. (Ofcourse this is an ideal that is almost utopian).

This is the goal I thought we were all collectively working towards throughout our entire lives. To eventually be able to all come together in the far away future. All of the warmhearted people in the world.

And therefore we have to start within our small circle of influence and be open to try and learn to understand and respect each other with our differences and similarities, To expect people to be good and ourselves to put effort in it.

However completely swerved away from my original point. But it is the root of that frustration, hurt, disappointment and envy I experience when I see or hear or feel negative judgement .

People have been calling me stern and too strict and rigid in thought more in the last 4 years. It’s because I’ve been responding to prejudices and discriminatory behaviour and ideas verbally, and I have to admit about 50% of the time quite hard, not disrespectful, but clear. I’ve been setting boundaries over what way there can be spoken about others and myself with me. This week I even threatened to leave the room and wouldn’t continue conversing with them if they didn’t then stop casually using the n-word, while knowing it is wrong and hurtful and what my opinion and feeling was towards it. They called my stern and frowned and sighed but at least could bring it up not to say it with me around anymore. I know I haven’t changed their behaviour without my presence this way and it saddens me to feel them rejecting that part of myself that’s at the core of me. My moral core believe of equality.

When people won’t widen their view for one minority it makes me feel unsafe as part of multiple other minorities. I’m a queer womxn with persistent mental health issues, who isn’t able to work because of it and I’m neurodivergent and have some invisible fysical issues (I have loads of allergies which used to give me big rashes of eczema in my envoys and knees and later hands and feet, it has improved a lot, the amount of allergies keeps expanding though) ( I have a very small amount of energy compared to most people my age because of having to put in too much effort as a child and teen) to take care of others and secretly fighting feelings of depression). I’m lucky to be middle-class, white and have affordable healthcare here. All of these other aspects have made life harder for me throughout my entire life. Yet others have mostly blamed me and pestered me, excluded and avoided me for my inabilities and difference, including the inability to l love men.

It feels unfair that I try so hard to be accepting, understand and respectful of others, and not get the same amount of effort and care back… which is hypocrite of me, because the people I want to make the biggest changes never asked me to do all that. And while their lives are often so much easier specifically on the those societal aspects, does that make them owe me that effort back?

I feel like yes, they should, because they have more space for it, for questioning their prejudices than us. Because of the privileges of the main beliefs in their society, they didn’t have to lift a finger for throughout their entire lives. For all of the freedom and respect they’ve just got thrown in their laps, that took up so much of our lives for us to assemble a resemblance to their quality of life.

(Many people who have to fight for their lives daily, do not have that time or space so they only get to grow slower and are part of minority or marginalised groups as well. Bc evidently their is a lot of prejudice within those groups towards the other groups who are also being pressed down.)

I don’t know if I still think it’s hypocrite of me to expect people to put effort in being good. I don’t think so. The length they are able to go through to make those improvements however, I should bare in mind stronger again, like I used to.

If I give up on following my moral compass on this, I’ll never be the person I hope to be one day. I do feel like I deserve to give myself a break and be forgiving about those negative thoughts because they come from a desire for righteousness and good. Recognise, reject, correct, forgive and trust that I’ll do better next time because it is what I truly want to in the long run. I show myself to not always respond and to better pick my battles, so I can persevere and rebuild my energy for when I can make a bigger impact In the braided context or my own. However when I notice bad behaviour or judgement towards others, I do use little parts of it to give them a correcting look or to speak up for someone else or recently even for myself.

Totally did not see this rant coming!!

I knew this theme has been more at the front of my mind again recently and that I’ve been prickly about it, yet I hasn’t reflected on its origin as deeply as I did just now. So here, little amount of people this will reach, have some personal information from my brain and my heart.

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I’ve been typing this for so long and my attention span has loosened throughout writing. I don’t supposes I’ve managed to make everything clear, I got more and more tired and created some weird sentence structures and maybe grammar and def phrasing to try to get my point through or at least comprehended.

Don’t come at me about the war part, I know it is unrealistic to achieve anything like that in our lifetimes.

Yet I’m holding onto this dream for dear life. Otherwise what is there? To grow towards, to live for? It all comes to recognising, appreciating, sharing and maintaining the good there is now and nurturing the good to come.

The way you change your immediate reactions to things is that you catch yourself having an uncharitable/bigoted/overly judgmental thought and you catch it and replace it and then you do that a hundred times a day for your whole life and eventually one day like five years later you realize that you think differently now and you’ll always be working on something but that’s how life goes and that’s fine.

[mcytblrconfessions]

The way the mcyt fandom treats cc’s ages has always been so strange to me.

Like under 18 is “small child little baby just a boy” as though they’re 10 (which is annoying), but the second a cc turns 18 all of a sudden that’s considered a full grown adult on an equal maturity level as their 30ish-year-old coworkers (which is weird). Nah babe that’s still a goofy teenager who doesn’t understand how taxes work and lives off of box macaroni, ramen, and pizza deliveries. I used to TA the first-year students at my university and my god 18-19 year olds are still mentally children in so many ways, and that’s okay. That’s how human development works; your brain is still cooking.

And then there’s the whole thing of acting like the 30+ year-olds are ancient and also everyone’s parent. Which is also strange. 30 is not that old. Most people at 30 are still figuring their lives out. I can only think of a single person I know in real life in their early thirties who is married, lives in a house (which they rent), and is just now having their first kid. That’s not your dad that’s just your favorite burnt-out millennial.

I’m guessing both of these things have to do with the average viewer age but that’s a much longer post.

[forever1kay]

POWER TRIP !!

Summary: When Miles is forced on a vacation with his mother and a bunch of people from his mom’s past, he expects to be miserable the entire time. But little does he know, you’re lots of fun to be around…

Pairing: Earth 42 Miles x Fem!Black!Reader (Both are 17)

Notes: My friend did not have time to translate for me so I had to take matters into my own hands and use SpanishDict and DeepL. If the translations are shit, please correct me in the comments. I’d really appreciate it. Also, If I mentioned anything about Miles’ hair being in a low ponytail or a bun, I meant what I said. He reminds me of Latrelle from on my block so his hair is very versatile in my mind💀 With that being said, I hope you all enjoy!

Warning(s): Implied Grumpy x Sunshine trope, profanity of course, Rio is definitely an instigator (she means well), Miles is annoyed for majority of the story, rushed relationship, Y/n’s dad is annoying, teenagers in love (you wish that was you huh?) Let me know if I forgot anything!!

When Miles’ mother bursts into his room, speaking in frantic Spanglish about how Miles needs to pack a bag, he has to stop and look at the expression on her face to realize nothing is wrong and he doesn’t need to kill anyone tonight.

His mother tells him that a few of her closest friends from high school had found her Facebook and wanted to meet up, and he couldn’t stay home alone after that stunt he pulled last week when she had to work extra hours at the hospital. And not only did he have to go, but he had to bring his younger cousin Dillon as well so his uncle Aaron could “handle some business.”

Miles just sighed, knowing he couldn’t argue with his mother and began to pack his bags. Three days later, him, Dillon, and his mother had landed in Orlando and were standing in the lobby of an overly colorful hotel. As his mother was checking in, Miles realized he’d rather be anywhere else.

After receiving their right room numbers, the three of them walked to their rooms to settle in before returning to the lobby, where all hell broke loose.

His mother had made the decision to scream and approach two other women who were also screaming. Miles could only shake his head and wish to go home. He thought about escape routes, ride arrangements, and even the possibility of staying at Uncle Aaron's house.

However, his inner thoughts were interrupted as his face was forced into someone's chest.

“Lil’ man!” A random chubby man yelled, his hand tangled into Miles curly ponytail. “You was this big last time I seen you! You done grew some! How old you is?”

“I’m seventeen.” Miles said, his voice muffled by the guy’s chest.

“Seventeen! Damn, how time flies by. You remember me?”

“Nah.” Miles said curtly.

“Miles.” His mother started, raising an eyebrow.

“I don’t, ma. ¿Querías que mintiera?”

“Watch the attitude, Miles.” She said, thumping him on the forehead before embracing the strange man and the two screaming women. “These are my friends from high school. Michael, Linda, and Nicole.”

“Nice to meet you.” Dillon and Miles said in unison.

Linda grabbed Michael’s hand before gesturing to the children behind her. “These are our kids; Y/n and Jacob.”

Nicole then joined in. “And these are my sons, Jonny and Tito.”

Miles looks to each kid as they’re being introduced, but he lets his eyes linger on Y/n a little longer until Tito spoke.

“En realidad, mi nombre es Salvador. No Tito. I don’t know why they still call me that.”

Miles chuckles. “I feel you.”

“So how old are you all now?” Miles’ mother asks, squeezing her friends’ children into a hug.

The kids all name their age, and Rio gets excited immediately.

“Y/n and Miles you’re the same age! And Jacob you’re the same age as Dillon! You can all be such great friends. ¡Qué amoroso!”

The adults talk about their kids closeness in age for a second before Rio opens her mouth again.

“Papá, sé amable y ayúdala con sus maletas.”

“No necesita mi ayuda, mami.”

“Miles.”

“Vale, vale…”

“Y/n!” Rio yelled excitedly, gaining your attention. “Miles will help you with your bags.”

You waved your hands and shook your head frantically. “Oh, Mrs. Morales it’s okay! My dad can-“

“Oh don’t worry about him, I insist! Go, Miles.”

Miles sighs as silently as he can and then grabs all four of Y/n’s bags effortlessly, looking at her to lead the way to her room.

“Come back quickly!” Michael yelled, fixing his voice to make it sound deeper than it already was. “Put the bags down and that’s all.”

“Okay, dad. Chill.”

Y/n and Miles walk in silence, never speaking a word to each other although Y/n's stare spoke volumes.

They return to the lobby mostly silently after setting the bags down, with Y/n opening and closing her mouth a few times but never really managing to say anything but “do you like bread?” Which earned her a side eye from Miles.

When they got back, Jonny told them what the adults had decided.

“We’re going to Disney springs.”

Together with a few other hotel guests, the ten of them boarded the Disney shuttle bus and left.

When they got there, the adults made the decision to play a game of rock, paper, scissors to determine where they would all have dinner tonight. Nicole won and decided to let the kids choose.

Michael made an attempt to bribe them into choosing the T-Rex Café, but they all side eyed him and chose Planet Hollywood.

When they arrived, a makeshift red carpet led up to the entryway. Somewhere in the middle, one of the employees offered to take a group photo of them.

Miles took three pictures, two of them courtesy of his mother who insisted they were pictures he should be taking.

One as a group, one with his mother, himself, and Dillon, and one with Y/n.

Both were a little awkward. The former had Rio kissing Miles on the face and pinching Dillon's cheek in public, while the latter… was an interesting thing to talk about.

After taking a picture with his mother and cousin, Miles was about to walk away when Mom stopped him and said

“Y/n! Would you like to take a picture with Miles?”

Miles was so shocked that he couldn’t speak, and Y/n would have dropped her phone had it not been for Jacob's fast reflexes.

“O-oh, no Mrs. Morales, he doesn’t even want to take a picture and I myself am so of tired of pictures, you know, with the flash and everything.”

“Girl don’t play with me.��� Linda spoke, inserting herself into their conversation. “You’re a model. You do this for a living. Just take a quick picture with Miles and we can go.”

“Baby she don’t need to take a picture with no boys.” Michael whined, turning his wife to face him.

“You know he’s a good kid, Mike. He’s Rio’s son.”

Y/n's parents continued to argue as she nervously walked over to Miles on the carpet while Rio and the photographer instructed them to smile.

Although Miles didn't smile, he calmly wrapped his arm around Y/n, who jumped at the touch and stared up at him in shock.

“Smile for me, ángel.” Miles spoke lowly enough for only Y/n to hear, meeting her eyes and smirking.

After taking the photo, the photographer gave it to Rio and instructed them to enter the restaurant. Miles walked away from Y/n without another word.

After that awkward fiasco, the group entered the restaurant and were immediately welcomed and seated. Y/n ultimately found herself seated next to Miles, and she could not stop worrying about whether or not her chewing would be too loud. But instead of thinking in her head like normal people, Y/n muttered under her breath, a lot like Deku from My Hero Academia (ifykyk).

Miles noticed and chuckled to himself.

A server took their order a little while later, and a short while after that, they left to look around at the movie props and film scripts around the restaurant.

Later that night, the adults left their kids some money and went on a hot air balloon ride. Since Miles already had money of his own, he gave Dillon the borrowed money and then walked away alone.

Well, at least he thought he was alone.

When he realized he wasn’t, he nearly backhanded the intruder, but they were quicker than he'd thought and caught his wrist.

“Um, okay. Wow. I definitely could’ve died.” Y/n spoke, dropping Miles’ wrist.

“My bad.” Miles spoke, looking her up and down. “Why didn’t you go with everyone else? They need someone to watch after them.”

“Trust me, they don’t. Salvador is very responsible.” She informed him. “Besides, how do you know I’m responsible enough to watch over them?”

Miles shrugged and moved away from Y/n to lean onto the only railing that separates them from the water. "I don't."

Y/n chuckled and then followed him, leaning against the same railing but facing Miles.

Miles gave her a stank face. “I actually came over here to remove myself from you…”

Y/n shrugs. “You intrigue me.”

“Yeah?” Y/n nods. “How so?”

“Well I don’t know.” Y/n shrugs, “In my experience, silent people are the most interesting.”

“Or the most deadly, depends on who you know.”

“Cmon, drop the hood nigga persona and let’s be besties for the rest of this trip.”

“Nah.”

“It’ll be fun!”

Miles rolls his eyes. “You are something else.”

“I know, you’ll get used to it eventually. Three months top.”

“You said for the rest of this trip.”

“Well obviously I lied.”

“She lied. Of course she did.” Miles spoke to himself. “We can’t just be civil and be quiet?”

“No, we have to be besties. It’s the only way or else I’ll cry and your mom will let my dad beat you up.”

“He can try, but I can fight.”

“Please!”

“No.”

“Please!”

“No.”

“Come onnnnn!!”

“No.”

“Miles!”

“Okay, mama. Okay. I’ll be your Bestie for the rest of the trip.”

“You won’t regret it! Okay, now let’s go have fun!”

Surprisingly, Miles let Y/n to lead him aimlessly around Disney Springs until they left. The following few days, he allowed her to continue dragging him around.

When it came time for everyone to return home, Y/n's family made the decision to take drop everyone else off at the airport (since the four of them actually lived in Florida and didn't need to leave the state).

This time, Y/n was the one insisting something. That something being walking them into the airport while Rio insisted that it was fine.

Y/n won, which meant her dad had also decided to walk them in just “to make sure Y/n won’t get lost.”

“So,” Y/n started, linking her pinky with Miles who surprisingly enough didn’t seem to have a problem with it, “How was it to be my Bestie for a week?”

Miles chuckled. “You’re not all that bad.”

“I’m not all that bad? Don’t you mean it was the best experience of your life and you can’t wait to see me again?”

“Nah, I ain’t say all that.”

“But you meant it. It’s okay to admit that I’m super funny and cool and pretty and you absolutely love me.”

Miles chuckled again, which was out of character for him.

Rio checked the time and spoke up

"Miles, dile adiós. Tenemos que irnos. Te esperaré allí.”

Miles nods and turns to face Y/n, but Rio quickly pushes him aside and embraces the girl.

“It was so nice to see you again, hermosa! We’ll have to keep better contact so we can see you and your family again, okay?”

“Okay, Mrs Morales! It was so nice to meet you in person and I really enjoyed your company this weekend. You’re so sweet!”

“No, you’re so sweet! Much love to you sweetie, we’ll plan something soon.” She kisses you on the cheek before pulling your father out of the way so you and Miles can have a moment.

“So,” Miles turns to you, but gets interrupted by you throwing your arms around him.

“I’m gonna miss you, bestie!”

Miles smiles down at her, finally wrapping his arms around her waist. “I’m gonna miss you too, mama.”

“See, I knew you loved me.”

Miles' eyesight travels from her lips to her eyes and back again. Naturally, Y/n can't keep quiet.

“You look like you want to kiss me.”

“Quiero besarte.”

“Do it, no balls.”

Miles chuckles before kissing Y/n twice on the lips and trying to lean in once again, but of course both of their parents broke up them up by clapping and raising their voices in protest.

Yet again, Y/n can’t keep quiet.

She looks up at Miles with hearts in her eyes. “…you taste like strawberries and rainbows.”

Miles rolls his eyes before pecking Y/n's lips once more, prompting yet another outburst from their parents.

"Cálmate, mami. Please!” Miles whined while Y/n shook her head at her father with wide eyes.

Y/n grinned as she pulled away from Miles and pulled her phone from her back pocket. “I don't have your number.

Miles took her phone and swiftly entered his number before handing it back to her and holding her hands in his, gently moving backward as he does so. "Let’s keep in touch, yeah?"

Y/n nods, saying bye to Miles as he pulls away and walks over to his mom, of course waving a goodbye to Y/n’s dad as well.

BONUS:

When he got home later and took his phone off of airplane mode, Miles felt his phone buzz in his pocket with a text from an unknown number who he could only assume was you..

Translations (may be inaccurate or in Spain Spanish btw, so please correct me if needed):

¿Querías que mintiera? - Did you want me to lie?

En realidad, mi nombre es Salvador. No Tito. - Actually, my name is Salvador. Not Tito.

¡Qué amoroso! - How sweet!

Sé amable y ayúdala con sus maletas - be kind and help her with her bags.

No necesita mi ayuda, mami. - She doesn’t need my help, mommy.

Vale, vale… - Okay, okay…

Miles, dile adiós. Tenemos que irnos. Te esperaré allí. - Miles, say goodbye. We have to go. I’ll wait for you over there.

Quiero besarte. - I want to kiss you.

Cálmate, mami - Calm down, mommy

© forever1kay 2023 - please don’t translate, convert, copy, paraphrase, repost, or alter any of my works without my permission.

[panic-in-the-multiverse]

Being Sherlock Holmes protege/child

Pairings: Sherlock Holmes x teen!reader (slight John Watson x teen!reader, slight Greg Lestrade x teen!reader)

Imagine: Sherlock taking a liking to you and decides that he wants you as his protege

Warnings: mention of struggling with school idk what else

A/N so as always my works are gn!reader so that anyone can read them and idk this idea just came to me might write and actual fic about it (sorry if it might be messy, haven’t reread it after I wrote it)

I love Sherlock <3 that’s it that’s my actual comment

So you somehow caught Sherlock’s attention weather it be that you are smart as him or not doesn’t really matter, you caught his attention

It was at a crime scene in which you helped Lestrade a lot in the case until he contacted Sherlock, when Sherlock got there he noticed how you helped him get to the answer, or more like you knew the answer which turned out to be correct. Having known much about this crime and the people involved helped you a lot to solve it.

Sherlock who as usual tried to deduce everyone tried to deduce you and noticed that he couldn’t, or he got it all wrong, it made him more curious about you

So Sherlock decided out of nowhere that he liked you, he saw potential in you and wanted to take you in, so that’s what he did

If you were an orphan he got accepted to foster you, but if you aren’t then he needed your parents approval, which he got (with a bit of help from Lestrade and Mycroft)

The first week living with Sherlock was filled with him trying to figure out things about you. In doing that he did actually notice all your bad habits.

He noticed how you were stressed about school a lot, how you struggled with school, which he thought weird as outside of school you were damn smart but as soon as it came to school all went to shit

So he started (without himself knowing) slowly to help you with your school work, he’d say random facts that you would actually need to your assignments in which you wrote down. He helped you a lot that way and when he noticed he still continued, because he noticed you never asked for help. You were a lot less stressed over school because of his help.

After a few weeks he started to notice how you would make sure that he took care of himself but you wouldn’t take care of yourself, so he started to tell you to eat something, to drink, to sleep, like you always told him

The first case he took you to was the first time you ever saw Sherlock get “scolded” though neither you or Sherlock took any mind to Lestrade telling him of for bringing a teenager to a crime scene, you wanted to be there to help so what was the problem?

Let’s not forget that both you and Sherlock are greatly annoyed by Anderson and Donovan because if anyone where to ask the two of you then they are both bloody idiots who doesn’t know a shit, and they do call you both names in which are not to your liking

Changing topic a bit Sherlock always wants to hear what you have to say about a crime scene

Everyone getting worried by your antics of throwing yourself in danger most of the time to help Sherlock who is in trouble

Mycroft actually liking you, hence why he protected you as much as he tries to protect Sherlock

This was all before John, but when John came into the picture everyone started to notice how much Sherlock had influenced you and they didn’t quite know if it was good or bad

John noticed how he now had to take care of two children in which one was a teenager and one an actual adult, but both acted as children and neither could take care of themselves

Stealing Sherlock coat whenever you miss him

“John I can’t find it” Sherlock yelled out lowly as not to wake you as he knew you were asleep

John walked into the living room with a mug of tea in his hand as he yawned tiredly, it was way to early for this “What are you looking for”

“My coat!” John heard the panic start to seep through Sherlock at the mention of his coat being gone.

“Why are you whispering”

“Y/N is asleep, I don’t want to wake them”

John who knew that you did in fact steal Sherlock’s coats from time to time sighed at those words. John took a sip of his tea before he walked over to your door opening it to show Sherlock your sleeping form.

That’s when Sherlock saw his coat draped around your body, the very same coat he had been looking for. You were cuddled up inside it the warmth keeping you warm as well as the familiar smell of Sherlock in which had comforted you into sleep helping with your previous worried state.

John had left the door leaving only Sherlock who stared at you. He sighed, closed the door and went and got another coat from his room. He’d let you have his favorite coat for now. Unknowingly to him a soft small smile had etched itself onto his lips as he thought about the fact that you felt safe around him, after all that’s why you took his coat.

He gave you a coat that looked like his after that

Neither you or Sherlock would ever admit it but you did see him as a sort of father figure and he saw you as his child in some sort of way

[bakibakideemon]

So I have another 19days headcanon. The reason HT is so annoyed at brother qiu is because to him (when he was little) Q “took” his brother away. (I saw someone’a post which got me thinking)

So for HT it was always his brother who he was close to in his family. Them two against the whole world, if you must. This is common in kids. So when Q and HC started working together, HT could see how close his brother was with him, how HCs eyes always looked for Q, how HC never out loud but subtly gave some amount of importance to Q, was attuned to him. Children are very perceptive like that.

And may be it was misplaced but HT was angry/jealous of Q because now he had to share the spot of the important person in HCs life.

And as much as we don’t want to and we grow up, even adults have trouble getting over such emotions and HT is just a teenager. so he would definitely be quiet not over that feeling.

Adding to this we have seen how possessive HT is, he doesn’t like sharing. (Maybe this also comes from his past but for me to make an assumption about this I need more background information). This possessiveness would be doubled in case of Q because it’ll be the second person Q “will take away” from HT.

[gentle-traditionalism]

hello lovely, hope you’re having a nice day! do u have any tips for girls who are on the younger side (like 17 yrs old) who wanna be trad? I’ve been trying to look more into feminine living n etiquette rules and stuff, any stuff I should enhance further or do as well?

Hello! I have been having a lovely day, thank you. I do have a lot of advice that I’d give to younger trad girls, but I should clarify that to me, being trad is largely about values and goals - such as loving God, being feminine, and raising a strong, honourable family - rather than aesthetic, so my advice might lean more towards trad lifestyle tips rather than say, glow-up tips (though I do have a few of those) Here are some of my tips:

Put God first in your life. Read the Bible and pray daily, and always remember God’s love. Find a church that doesn’t sugar-coat things, but also isn’t all doom and gloom. Neither are beneficial for your long-term spiritual growth.

Make sure to love and take care of yourself. This doesn’t mean that you should be self-obsessed or vain, but it’s so important to treat yourself kindly. If you don’t love yourself you are likely to put up with other people mistreating you because you think you don’t deserve better, and you absolutely do.

Since tradblr has a major focus on being a wife, I’d give this advice; don’t stress about finding your husband right now. I know how annoying this can be to hear, but seventeen is very young. While I still feel much the same as I did when I was seventeen, I have had so many more experiences and grown as a person since then. As much as I wish I was married now, I’m still very glad that I didn’t marry when I was a teenager/very young adult, because I would have many regrets. If you already have a boyfriend who you want to marry someday, keep this in mind; don’t make any serious relationship decisions until you see how he acts around/treats his family. If you marry him, you’ll be his family and he’ll treat you the same way. On the same note, don’t make any commitments until you see him angry. This doesn’t mean that you should purposefully make him angry (please don’t do that) but you want to see how he controls his temper. At the end of the day, it really is best to wait until you are both older to make any commitments, especially since men tend to mature slower than women (please note; this does not mean you should seek out older men! Keep yourself safe). With that being said, you can absolutely plan and prepare for when you are older! So on that note...

Get a hope chest! It doesn’t have to be a fancy antique one; it could just be any old storage bucket. If you do have an antique one, make sure to inspect the latch - you don’t want one that could lock a child or anyone else inside. Fill it with things you want to fill your future home with, or things for your future children. This can help motivate you if you ever feel frustrated with waiting.

Eat healthy. There are hundreds of different diets out there, but eating doesn’t have to be anything complicated; just eat real food with real ingredients, and make sure you eat enough fruits, vegetables, and get lots of meat/protein. This is a good opportunity to practice cooking as well!

Save up as much money as you can. You’re more likely to be living at home now, so save while you don’t have as many bills to pay.

Don’t curse. Cursing makes you seem less intelligent, and it’s often mean-spirited. Swearing is also just not ladylike.

Practice cooking, baking, cleaning, learn an instrument (piano or violin are especially nice in my opinion) mending, knitting, decorating...any kind of traditionally feminine skill you are interested in, start practicing now. You want to start living your future dream life now as much as possible. Not only do you have more time to gain skills before you need them, but you also are able to determine if it’s really what you want or if you need to adjust your goals.

As for some beauty tips:

- Hair: Give yourself scalp massages, get a natural hairbrush (wood, boar bristle, etc) and brush your hair for 100 strokes every night, and then braid it or put it in a protective hairstyle before sleeping. Satin or silk pillowcases are also excellent. Do a hair mask once a week.

- Skin: Instead of focusing on covering up blemishes with makeup, focus on taking care of your skin! Drink lots of water, avoid touching your face, wash your face twice a day, and use a good moisturizer. Find out your skin type to figure out the best way to care for your skin.

- Teeth: Try oil pulling! It helps so much. Brush at least twice a day (not immediately after eating, though, as it can damage your enamel) and don’t brush too hard; you don’t want to damage your gums.

I’d also recommend finding a nice perfume/fragrance! I’ve avoided this until recently, as I’m very sensitive to fragrances and always got headaches. But I found that in my case, higher-quality perfumes don’t bother me, and so I’ve been wearing my signature perfume daily. Find a signature scent - for me, it’s peony. It makes you instantly recognizable when you walk into a room. You don’t want to wear too much of it, but having a nice perfume just makes me feel more feminine and happy, and I’ve been getting many compliments.

There’s more to be said, and it’s likely I’ve forgotten something, but I’ll leave it there for now. If you have any more questions, or if you want more specific advice on specific subjects, feel free to ask! I hope this was helpful to you in some way!

[im-a-simp898]

Why does everyone hate teenage girls so much??

It's the way a girl can be more in tune with their feminine side & get clowned for 'only caring about looks', 'being stupid', 'being annoying' etc. But then when they are more in touch with their masculine side, 'they're a pick-me', 'they need to dress more girly', 'they just wanna get with their guy friends' etc. This shit is actually so annoying, it's funny.

The criticism teenage girls get for liking “immature” or childish things is part of the reason why so many young girls want to grow up so fast or act/dress older than is appropriate for their age. Society also wants to sexualize us once we reach a certain age.

If a girl shows interest in games she's a fake gamer. Yet people complain there's no girl gamers. Jojo Siwa people complain about her just because she's happy singing and dancing. If a girl likes art "oh how quirky, she thinks shes different" if we show interest in sport we're seen as "trying to get with a guy" WHY CAN'T WE JUST LIKE SOMETHING JUST BECAUSE WE LIKE IT?!

I remember in high school, girls would literally get bullied for being one direction fans...meanwhile guys would never shut up about their fantasy football bullshit. Are teenage girls allowed to enjoy anything?? What girls like is hated by society until men "find it". Just look at the Beatles and Elvis, whose fanbases were first exclusively young women. Now that men like them, they are now considered classic and cool. Along with interests, you know how many times I've felt embarrassed to cry even when I'm by myself out of fear of looking like an "angsty teen girl"

We get insulted for being happy. Then we get insulted for being sad. Then we get insulted for being mad that we were insulted for being sad. Then we get insulted for trying to forget what happened and trying to be happy again. Then we try to be happy again and big shocker we get insulted again. Now we have anxiety but told we are faking it (some are but not everyone). Then we try to tell people to not insult others interests and we get insulted. Then we are insulted for feeling hopeless. Now everything inside of us dies and we will still be insulted.

The hatred for teen girls is so bad that even actors who play on "teen girl movies" get hate for being in said movies and aren't taken seriously, like WTFFFF. Someone I wanted to bring up: Rebecca Black. She was just 13 when she made Friday. Literally got death threats and had to drop out of school just for making a music video. I don't want to sound stupid but i feel like sometimes people forget that teenage girls are teenagers? like we're still technically children??? untill suddenly a 40 year old decides your not or when its an adult bashing you on the internet your not a child your an adult like excuse me i- im confused

And then there’s the whole ‘you’re a 15 year old girl, you must be faking your depression’. It’s so ridiculous. My age and gender doesn’t determine whether I have a mental illness or not. You wouldn’t tell someone they don’t have cancer because they’re a teenage girl. There was a girl that I saw in the comment section of a video about how everyone who listens to billie eilish fakes depression, and she was like ‘no, this is wrong, I’ve spent months in a psychiatric ward with depression and billie gets me through’, and the first comment was a man telling her she was lying and faking for attention. It’s ridiculous.

i read all dis

its true like its so fucking true

i wouldnt say its as bad as theyve described it tho

[cyrusthedragon]

Hi so basically im the anon and since ur just as starved for miraxus as i am, here i go- like, how about a fanfic where mirajane falls first and confesses but laxus doesnt think they can be more than friends, what he doesnt realise is that he has loved her all along. Its when Mirajane decides to move on then he feels bad and eventually comes to conclusion that he loves her and they need to get together :D

So u mean basic ass teen!miraxus fic with mira feeling fuckin' OBSESSED and laxus like 'damn, puppy, good for you, tho, but naah...' and then she's like 'ok he rejected me so i need to stop annoying him ok im gonna do it for him i like annoying him but i don't like ANNOYING him ykwim!!' and then laxus is kinda '...the fuck is that little shit going?... NO ONE'S GONNA STEAL MY HEADPHONES NOW? MIRA-'

Actually, i love it so much. Like. Really. AND!! I HAVE SOMETHING ABT IT.

Teen!Mira: *annoys the shit out of teen!Laxus*

Teen!Laxus: *plays cool but still cold, grumbles, rolls his eyes*

Teen!Mira: *finally confesses love because she can’t stand it anymore*

Teen!Laxus: I'm... Ah... I'm sorry, I can't. You're a child.

Teen!Mira: *backs up to not bother him with her emotions, sincerely doesn’t wanna put pressure on him, kinda ashamed*

Teen!Laxus, when for the third day in a row no one touches him, pokes him, irritates him or plays on his nerves and steals his headphones for *her* pretty similar but still shitty music just because: ???

Teen!Laxus: the fuck

Teen!Laxus: WHERE YOU THINK YOU'RE GOING?!

Teen!Mira: *literally causing no problems* wh-

Teen!Laxus: *silently grabs her and sits her next to him, puts headphones on her*

Teen!Mira: *blushing & squeaking* EXCUSE ME?

Teen!Laxus: will not. You're stuck with me.

Teen!Mira: YOU CAN'T JUST SAY ME TO SI-

Teen!Laxus: says who?

Teen!Mira: *embarrassed & kinda happy & giving up sounds* you're an asshole, Dreyar.

Teen!Laxus: good to know.

Btw, he's not just greedy, he actually panicked cuz she's his favourite kid among allll the children of The Guild, she's the one matching his crazy energy. No one else can do that, everyone's just too clingy but with that also too dumb (hi, Natsu) or too strict (hi, Erza) or even too nice (he likes Lisanna, Lisanna is good, she's like baby sister, but still), and, except teen!Mirajane, no one's literally as aggressive and explosive as he is, no one understands his music, his lifestyle, his decisions even. Even then, he felt safe with her, cuz he known he will be understood, cus most of the time they have almost same thoughts. So he's.. He's happy with that brat around. He's okay with her. She's okay. He doesn't feel any romantic feelings abt her, she's 13yo, c'mon, but he can enjoy her presence, she's chill but emotional, she's rude but loyal, she's annoying but interesting, she's acting stupid but she's really smart, she plays independent but she LOVES hugging. He can tell she'll be a damn good person. And strong. She is strong. He still wants to protect her (even if he's not showing it, he wants to protect all of them, but her especially), but he can see how much power she actually possess. That's even cooler. One day maybe they can spar. Why not?

Teen!Mira: *looks at him, sitting next to him, headphones on, frowning* 'fuck are you looking at?

Teen!Laxus, instantly frowning in response: you have a problem, demon?

Teen!Mira: *explodes* WHO THE FUCK DID YOU JUST CALL A DEMON?!

Teen!miraxus: *aggressive 'fight'*

Greedy jealousy teen!Laxus supremasy who's like 🙄🙄 ah that stupid little shit with her stupid music but also HEY she's MY stupid little shit, DONTCHA DARE GO AWAY. Adult!Laxus is not like that, BUT THE TEENAGE MAXIMALIST LAXUS? GOD, YES. He's not aggressive, he won't start a fight just like that, but DAMN bro's really fuckin' greedy.

[homoantagonism]

Ulysses and Titania

Probably the most important take-away from these books is that Tamsyn doesn’t give us information if it doesn’t matter, and she doesn’t name characters for no reason.

By now, we’re all aware that Ulysses is a translation of Odysseus. I’ve seen a LOT of great speculation for what this could mean for the plot and I love it, but I’m here to talk about Titania for a minute, who is probably the character we know the least about.

To start, it’s stated point blank in the books that she was named for the character in Shakespeare’s midsummer. I’m far from a literary expert and I’ve never read the play, but my understanding is that Titania’s character has a spell put on her that makes her fall in love with some ugly dude. Nothing from this feels TLT-relevant to me. BUT: Titania’s story is regarded to be an inverse retelling of Circe. As in Circe, from the Odyssey.

(Enjoy this painting of Circe offering the cup to Ulysses)

It’s been a decade+ since I halfway read the odyssey in high school, but to sum up what I know: Circe was the one who turned the whole gang into swine. Turning anyone who annoyed her into animals was her whole thing. But then some things happen and long story short, she has three of Odysseus’ children. Classic enemies to lovers? Anyway. This is how Titania and Ulysses’ names are related.

Now as far as what this means for their characters, it’s going to be a LOT of speculation. And I’m honestly still chewing on it. Because, again, we know next to nothing about them beyond John referring to them as kids and that Ulysses loved to party.

My biggest question is: if all the other necro+cav pairs from the resurrection gang had some sort of a strong bond that seems connected to their pre-res life, and that bond is INCREDIBLY important to the lyctor process (which I’m still convinced will come back to bite ianthe, but that’s another post for another day), and T— and U— more than likely had no bond before they died (if their original souls even ended up in the correct bodies), how does that complicate things?

If Titania is meant to be an inverse telling of Circe’s story, does that mean that she and Ulysses could have had a falling out? They WERE just kids, and loved to have fun. I have a gut feeling they had some sort of passionate teenage/early adult romance that crashed and burned, the way young people tend to do.

Again, and I cannot overstate this enough, this is HEAVY speculation for one of the series’ least known characters. It could be complete bullshit. But I really think there’s something there with the Titania= inverse Circe connection. I’d absolutely love to hear other opinions from people more familiar with mythology/the odyssey/U&T/whatever.

[tallmantall]

James Donaldson on Mental Health - Help! My Teen Stopped Talking to Me

Tips for staying in touch while letting kids separate in a healthy way So, your once chatty teen has suddenly clammed up. No parent enjoys getting the silent treatment from their kid, especially when you feel like you’ve enjoyed a close relationship and nothing has changed on your end. The first thing to do is to take a breath and understand that pulling away from parents is not only normal but also a necessary developmental stage of adolescence. Navigating this transition toward independence is difficult and as much as kids hate to admit it (and probably won’t), children still need parents to stay connected and involved in their lives. Teens need their own space but they also need their parents. In fact, most teens say they want to be closer to their parents but don’t know how to do that. So while your kid is doing the work of separating, you need to do the work of carefully bridging the gap. Start by meeting them where they are. How silent is the silent treatment? Whether or not you have cause for concern really depends on the extent to which your kid has stopped talking. Let’s look at three possible scenarios: #1 You and your child used to be “besties.” They told you everything and now, suddenly, they’ve shut you out and only share their private thoughts with friends. In this case, you have very little to worry about. And painful as it may be, you have to try not to take your child’s choice personally. They’re doing what they’re supposed to be doing. What to do: - Don’t lecture your child or tell them how hurt you feel. - Try to have positive interactions with them. - Engage them in activities you’ve enjoyed doing together. - Sit down to meals with them. - Don’t pump them for information. Instead, open up and share something funny or interesting about your own life. If you open up, they’re more likely to do the same. - Talk to them like an adult with respect and make it clear that you value their opinions and expect respect in return. #2 Your once lovely and affectionate child now responds to you with one-word answers and annoyed eye rolling. They spend as little time with you as possible and seem to reserve all their enthusiasm for their friends. Though it may be maddening and you might be tempted to punish this kind of behavior, know that it still falls well within the range of normal teenage development. Focusing on peer relationships helps kids learn to be less dependent on parents—a necessary step to becoming happy, independent adults. That said, it’s still your job to insist on respect and to keep your child safe. What to do: - Set appropriate limits, but focus on strengthening your relationship, too. You’ll get no respect if your child doesn’t feel connected to you. - Resist the urge to lecture. If you can do that, they won’t need to push you away in order to become themselves. - Remember that teenagers can be emotional. Look for the distress under the disrespect, and remind them of who they really are. By saying something like, “I know you’re upset but aren’t normally unkind,” you can create the beginning of a conversation. #3 Your child speaks to no one and spends all their time in their room with the door closed. Your child has withdrawn from friends, lost interest in activities that once gave them pleasure, and has grown increasingly isolated. This kind of behavior is cause for serious concern and falls outside the realm of the normal teenage development. You need to find out whether your child has undergone some kind of trauma (bullying, rape) or is abusing drugs or alcohol. This behavior could also indicate the beginning of a serious mental health issue such as depression, schizophrenia or bipolar disorder, all which become more common in the late teens and early 20s. It’s dangerous if they’re pulling away from everyone they know. Retreating into an online world, for instance, isn’t an acceptable substitute for talking to people in real life. Internet relationships can become very intense very fast, and it’s hard to know if the people your child is friends with online are a good influence, or even who they say they are. What to do: - If your child seems hostile and angry, give them the chance to explain if you’ve done something wrong. - Privacy only goes so far. No teenager’s room should be off-limits to a parent. You have the right to know what your child is doing in their room, especially if they are spending hours at a time alone there. - Insist on more information. It’s not at all uncommon for teens to answer questions like “Where are you going?” by saying simply, “Out.” And “When will you be back?” with “Later.” Stand firm and tell them you need specifics. - In cases where your kid refuses to communicate, it may be advisable to monitor their social media. - Seek professional help from a qualified clinician. Begin by calling your child’s pediatrician and describing their behavior in detail. #James Donaldson notes:Welcome to the “next chapter” of my life… being a voice and an advocate for #mentalhealthawarenessandsuicideprevention, especially pertaining to our younger generation of students and student-athletes.Getting men to speak up and reach out for help and assistance is one of my passions. Us men need to not suffer in silence or drown our sorrows in alcohol, hang out at bars and strip joints, or get involved with drug use.Having gone through a recent bout of #depression and #suicidalthoughts myself, I realize now, that I can make a huge difference in the lives of so many by sharing my story, and by sharing various resources I come across as I work in this space.  #http://bit.ly/JamesMentalHealthArticleFind out more about the work I do on my 501c3 non-profit foundationwebsite www.yourgiftoflife.org Order your copy of James Donaldson's latest book,#CelebratingYourGiftofLife: From The Verge of Suicide to a Life of Purpose and Joy www.celebratingyourgiftoflife.com Link for 40 Habits Signupbit.ly/40HabitsofMentalHealth If you'd like to follow and receive my daily blog in to your inbox, just click on it with Follow It. Here's the link https://follow.it/james-donaldson-s-standing-above-the-crowd-s-blog-a-view-from-above-on-things-that-make-the-world-go-round?action=followPub If you suspect your teen might be feeling suicidal If you even suspect this might be the case, you need to address the issue immediately. But calmly. “It’s important that you talk about your concerns in a calm, non-accusatory manner,” says Nadine Kaslow, a psychologist and expert on suicide in young people. “Sometimes when parents are very worried, they end up saying, ‘Don’t think this way,’ or, ‘You shouldn’t feel that way,’ and they come across not as loving and caring, as intended, but as critical. Children respond negatively to that.” Kaslow also recommends: - Let your child know you love them over and over again when they’re having a hard time. - Validate their feelings by saying things that show empathy such as: “It sounds like that was really difficult.” “I know how painful that can be.” - Work with your child to get professional help and explain that seeking help isn’t a sign of weakness. When it comes to the silent treatment, remember, it’s not about you. You have to pick your battles and give your kid room to grow. But you also have to put your child’s health and well being above all else, and that means staying connected even when they doesn’t make it easy. Read the full article

[raesnovelsblog]

Synopsis from IMDB:

A teenage boy named Max and his little sister move to Salem, where he struggles to fit in before awakening a trio of diabolical witches that were executed in the 17th century.

My review

I rewatch this movie every Halloween season. It is a fun feel good movie filled with jokes. Not every movie needs gore to be awesome. Sure, there’s a nostalgia factor to it too, but I genuinely love this movie.

Rating : 9/10

Spoilery thoughts below I had while watching the movie. You've been warned.

McGee! 

That song is beautifully haunting.

He was a good big brother. He believed (rightly so) that the witches were dangerous and yet he risked his life to try and save her.

“Another glorious morning. Makes me sick.” Iconic line.

Emily could have helped a little.

Based on how the sisters knew the spell from memory, have they turned someone else into a cat before?

I’m surprised that the tree they were hanged from didn’t play into their lore.

Could Zachary not speak in cat form yet?

Having a teacher tell the backstory is a fun storytelling device, but also could happen. Here in TN I had many teachers tell the Bell Witch story around Halloween.

Jay and Ice remind me of Jay and Silent Bob.

I’d be annoyed at Dani too. 

His parents don’t say anything to Dani for being in his room and expect him to take her trick or treating without asking.

Now she’s getting him into a fight. 

That door wasn’t open in the establishing shot. Did they barge into a stranger’s house?

Zachary is a pretty black cat.

Can Zachary talk now because the sisters are back? He doesn’t seem surprised. 

I love how matter of fact Max is. Sees witches, nonplussed. A talking cat, not an issue.

Why didn’t they use Sean Murray’s voice?

I love Doug Jones. That man doesn’t get near enough credit for all his work.

Having brother and sister play husband and wife is weird.

The mom’s costume is well done. So why does the dad look like he’s wearing his pajamas under his Dracula cape?

I don’t care how many times I watch it, that music scene will always reign supreme.

Although, how would they know that song?

Their plan didn’t work, but at least they tried something.

Her riding that vacuum will always be funny.

They established it’s around five in the morning. You’re telling me there wasn’t one adult awake that could see all the children marching in the street?

If Winifred had listened to her sisters and ate Jay or Ice, they would have won.

He had to have those leaves and feathers in his mouth before he cut the thread.

Winifred got in a few sips of Max before she turned to stone. Does that mean she took a few years off of Max’s life?

I still think when Mary dusted the vacuum should have dropped.

[dyns33]

The Moms 3

Part 3 of Matt x Frank x Reader, “parenting” Peter Parker 

This one is a bit weird, but I thought it was cute and funny.

            "Pup... I need your help... Red and the kid... Quick."

           "Frank, don't take this the wrong way, but I'm busy here." Y/N replied, waving to their boss to let him know that they would be back soon. "If they're hurt, call Claire."

           "Not hurt... Something else. I need you. Red doesn't trust me."

           "It's not really new."

           "Y/N. Please."

The "please" was desperate. And Frank never said "please", as he never used their name, so Y/N knew it was really important.

It wasn't that bad if they lost their waiter job, they would find something else. They still tried to explain to their boss that it was urgent, a family member who was in the hospital after an accident, and even if the old man seemed a bit annoyed, he accepted that Y/N leave earlier, if they promised to make up for their work.

As quickly as possible, Y/N went to the place that Frank had indicated to them.

There were many dead people. Shot dead. The work of Punisher, without a doubt. Definitely one of the reasons Red wasn't happy right now.

Frank was standing in a corner, crouching, muttering. It was weird. Where was Matt and Peter ? He said they weren't hurt, but Y/N couldn't see them anywhere. And they couldn't be in the hole that was in front of Frank, they were too big to get in there.

           "Frank ?"

           "Hush, Pup. You'll scare them."

           "Scare ? What are you talking about ? What happened ? I thought the rule was not to kill anyone."

           "That's your rule, and Red's, and the kid's. Not mine. I saw the big light, I saw them disappear, and I panicked, okay ? I had no time to be nice. So I acted, then I found them, and now little Red refuses to come out. He doesn't want me to touch Peter either."

           "...Little Red ?"

           "... Yeah."

If Y/N hadn't come to help the other vigilantes that night, it was partly because of their work, and partly because the mission had to be easy. Just arms trafficking.

Except obviously the fools had magic weapons, and they used them against Daredevil and Spiderman. Luckily, it hadn't disintegrated them, just... De-aged them.

Frank was lucky, he was on a roof when it happened. Y/N was curious, wondering how he was as a child or a teenager. They had to ask, later. They didn't have time for this now.

Peter must have been between two and three years old. He looked adorable, but it was hard to tell, he remained hidden in Matt's arms, crying silently. Matt was a bit older, about ten, already blind, hugging the other little boy and standing in a fighting stance, ready to protect him.

None of them seemed to remember Frank. And since Frank was a big scary guy with guns, they were reasonably suspicious.

           "I can't do anything, he's not listening. Though I know he knows I'm not lying, he has his heartbeat thing. I... Normally kids like me."

           "Normally you are not covered in blood when you talk to children."

           "Point taken. Could you ?"

He moved aside for Y/N to take his place, to talk to the frightened boys. They shouldn't stay here too long, the police would soon arrive, but they couldn't leave them, nor could they catch them by force.

           "Hi Matt."

           "Who are you ?!" barked little Red, gripping Peter tighter. "You know me ? Are you with Stick ?"

           "Uh... In order, I'm Y/N, and this is Frank. Yeah, we know you. And I have no idea who Stick is. Look, I know this is weird, and that Frank a little scary... Yes Frank, you're a bit scary. But we don't want to hurt you. It's dangerous here. If you come with us, you'll be safe, with water, food, a bath and a bed."

           "And a dog." Castle added.

           "Doggie ?"

This seemed to catch the attention of young Peter, who finally lifted his head to look at them. Yeah, he was really adorable.

Matt held him close, considering what the two unfamiliar adults had said, then he nodded, and came out of hiding, still holding Peter in his arms, refusing to let go. So Frank took them both to carry them without them being separated, while Y/N went to get a car to bring them back to the Punisher's home.

The dog, Max, had the effect they were hoping for. The kids loved him right away, gently petting his head, relaxing a little. Such a nice dog could not have a bad owner.

However Matt remained suspicious. The former Marine thought he looked like a little soldier. It was strange for such a young boy. Worrying.

Little Red didn't really like Frank's hideout. He couldn't see, but he smelled blood and gunfire.

Continuing to hold Peter's hand, he remained close to Y/N.

           "Who are you ?" he asked again when Peter was asleep on top of him, after eating and getting new clothes.

           "It's complicated. I don't want to scare you."

           "I'm not afraid of anything."

           "Of course Red."

           "Red ?"

           "To summarize, you and Peter are adults. Well, Peter is almost an adult. But during a mission, there was a problem and... You can guess the rest. I'm going to ask Danny if he can do something, he knows a little about magic. Otherwise maybe he will know someone who can help."

           "I am an adult ? How am I ?"

           "A pain in the ..."

           "Frank." Y/N sighed. "You're a lawyer. And also... You fight crime at night. There are several of us actually, we all have specific areas in New York. Unsurprisingly, you're in Hell's Kitchen."

Little Matt nodded, obviously quite happy and proud to hear all this.

Despite the additional explanations, he continued to run away from Frank, while behaving a little more like a normal child with the dog, Peter and Y/N.

This upset the Punisher, who had a soft spot for animals and children. No doubt he remembered his own children, whom he had lost. It was not easy for him. Y/N patting him gently on the shoulder and kissing him on the cheek, before returning to the little ones.

Peter was the cutest little boy in the world. Curious, polite, intelligent, he demanded cuddles and wanted to play all the time. He wasn't really afraid of Frank, but he sensed that Matt was uncomfortable around him.

           "Why ?" asked Peter with his childlike innocence, after he tried to walk up to the Punisher to hug him, before Matt caught up with him, tucking him behind him, hissing like a cat protecting his baby.

           "...I don't want him to take you. He says he doesn't know Stick, but I don't want to risk it. I won't let Stick take you. You won't become like... He won't take you."

You won't become like me. They didn't know who this Stick was, but they didn't like him at all. He had obviously hurt Matt a lot.

Frank did not once try to take Peter. Even though he probably wanted to. But he didn't want to scare little Red further. He too was a fucking kid right now.

Hell, if he could, Frank would have cuddled them both, rocking them and promising that everything was going to be alright. He just patted Murdock on the head.

Matt seemed to understand. He relaxed a little, reassured.

After several hours of walking around the apartment and asking questions, he said he felt like he knew them.

He knew they weren't lying, but he could tell there was something else. That they were more than vigilantes who fought crime together.

           "Hmm. Yeah." muttered Frank.

           "I slept in this bed. And on this sofa. And on the floor."

           "He slept on the floor ?" Y/N wondered.

           "You know Red."

           "Yes I see what you mean."

           "And him ?" Matt asked pointing to Peter, who was playing with Max, the dog licking his face.

           "We are his moms. The three of us."

This seemed to shock Matt more than the weapons and magic. They really needed to talk about what happened with that stick guy. It wouldn't be easy, as the Devil was very secretive, hardly ever talking about himself, and certainly not about his past.

If he was already protective of Peter, Red now felt he had a responsibility. A mission.

When Danny came to examine them, he growled at him and nearly bit his hand when he tried to touch Peter.

He let Frank approach though. He seemed to have understood that he was no threat, and that they were friends. Maybe even more. Like a family. The notion made him visibly uncomfortable.

Peter was delighted. As soon as he heard that he could call them 'Mom', he didn't stop, which made him even more adorable than before.

           "Ma !"

           "I think he's talking to you Frank."

           "No. I am Mo. You are Ma. Matt is Me."

           "It would make more sense for Matt to be Ma."

           "He needs... to be changed." Matt said grimacing. "So he was speaking to Frank."

           "Of course, what a surprise. I reassure him when he sees us in bed, I change his diaper."

           "You what ?!"

           "Frank !" Y/N yelled covering Matt's ears, even though it was too late and the kid had turned all red.

Before agreeing to sleep a bit, and only because he was getting tired, he asked them timidly if they loved him. Y/N smiled, kissing his forehead, while Frank mumbled in his corner. This seemed to please him, as he fell asleep holding Peter.

Danny couldn't do anything with his chi, so he returned with a guy named Doctor Strange, who had already met Spiderman and agreed to help them. He said some incomprehensible words, a big light invaded the room, and as if nothing had happened, Daredevil and the Spider kid were back.

           "... I don't want to talk about it." were the first words of adult Red.

           "I still have questions about this Stick."

           "I don't want to talk about it."

           "If he's alive, I have a few things to tell him."

           "No Frank, you have nothing to say to him. Y/N, please don't insist."

           "He did something to you."

           "Can I come back and play with Max ?"

Everyone turned to Peter, who was staring at them with pleading eyes, seated next to the dog.

They forgot Stick.

It wasn't that important. It was in the past.

Matt still remained embarrassed for several days, avoiding them during his patrols. Then, one night, he went to Frank's and slipped into the bed without saying a word, falling asleep between him and Y/N.

Peter wasn't as bothered. He didn't really remember the events, only that he had enjoyed himself, and that he had felt protected and loved. It was just slightly awkward when he hugged them one by one, Matt growling, Frank patting his back and Y/N trying not to cry.

Then Deadpool appeared to ruin the moment, begging for a hug too, shouting that he could be his father, and that he loved his mothers, especially the red one.

Everyone ran after him to hit him.

[tainted-harmon]

Does Violet have a gloomy personality? NO!

Thought I’d do this post because it’s a common belief that Violet has a gloomy personality and that’s who she really is. This is just MY opinion and interpretation. I could be wrong but I like writing my interpretations. *long post ahead

The first words people probably think of when they hear Violet Harmon are; aloof, moody, antisocial, morbid, gloomy. Which make her sound unpleasant, someone you wouldn’t really want to be around. And I think the biggest misconception about Violet is that she is this super dark person who is morbid and bleak and doesn’t enjoy the optimistic parts of life or experience joy. But I have to disagree with this, like hugely.

Violet, as we know has a fascination for the darker and weirder things in life. She also apparently has depression, which is an illness and NOT a choice or personality trait. We know she engages in self harm several times throughout the show and appears withdrawn most of the time. We also know her parents have a dysfunctional relationship, her mum had a stillbirth and we know that Violet witnessed her baby brother’s coffin (this is enough to affect an adult, let alone teenager). Her dad cheated on her mum and betrayed the whole family. And all the while Violet does not fit in at school, even prior to the move to Murder House. So she has a lot going on and we can see why she has developed Depression.

And this is where it’s easy to confuse her personality with the fact she is depressed. The two overlap. There are various points in the show that prove she isn’t morbid or consumed with the dark side of life. And I think it’s important to point out that a person can have an appreciation for the dark side of life and unusual things and still be a very happy person who loves life. It’s definitely a huge stereotype that people attracted to the macabre and weird are miserable people who hate life. A lot of her pessimism and withdrawn behaviour is because she is suffering Depression.

Why I think Violet is actually an optimistic person?

I know that sounds contradictory, but it isn’t. Trust me. Like I pointed out, Violet has depression and depression is an illness that changes people’s behaviour. Violet appears very gloomy throughout the show because she is dealing with depression. Add that with the fact they moved into a home that is very dark and lacks natural light, it adds to the feeling of her being more sullen than she actually is.

There are many hints though that underneath her depression she is a person who is social and doesn’t always favour the darkness. But chooses the light. The first clue of this is in Pilot. Her first reaction to seeing Murder house is;

“Great. So we’re the Addams family now?”.

Everyone knows the Addam’s Family is about a family who are extremely morbid, love death, pain and suffering. The house is gloomy, the parents are gloomy, the children are even gloomier. They like wearing only black, their house is mostly dark or lacking any colour. Violet’s statement suggests opposition towards moving into a house that is old and appears bleak and being associated with gloominess. First impressions speak volumes.

She only changes her mind after a strange experience in the basement, when their dog Hallie is barking at the basement door and acting odd. When she finds out there was a murder-suicide in the basement, her morbid curiosity and strange experience with the basement attracts her because she does have a propensity to gravitate towards the darker parts of life. But I still think her initial impression of the house and statement is important and reveals her true personality. It shows she doesn’t instantly lean to the darkness. Not typical of someone with a dark personality who would more than likely want to move into a physically bleak home!

The next big hint is when she and Tate do a ouija board in the basement. She gets annoyed with Tate, asking him why they always hang out in this “dark, dank place” and asks him why they can’t go somewhere on a real date.

She obviously doesn’t enjoy hanging out in the basement because it’s dark and gloomy. This one is self explanatory. Gloomy people are more likely to enjoy the darkness of a candle lit basement.

Suicide: wanting to die or escape the darkness?

The next is the episode “Piggy Piggy”.

Towards the end of the show, Violet is more visibly shaken and scared by what is happening in the house. So much so that she overdoses on sleeping pills in the episode “Piggy Piggy”, after finding out Tate is a ghost and mass murderer, and after she begins to also witness other ghosts in Murder house too.

I think this proves she isn’t as fond of the darkness as she makes out. But her depression could also be responsible for becoming more anxious and overwhelmed. I think it’s a mix, although she was also visibly frightened by strange experiences as early as the Pilot episode, like infantata in the basement.

…Not that a person who has a disposition for the darker things in life can’t be scared, but I think someone who is naturally gloomy and morbid would be more accepting of the experiences in the house. It wouldn’t affect them as much. Throughout most of the season, Violet is terrified by the strange experiences, and when she starts witnessing ghosts she is always scared. It’s only after discovering she died and became a ghost herself that she doesn’t seem frightened anymore.

I think this proves that a lot of her pessimistic behaviour has absolutely nothing to do with her personality, but it’s a reflection of her depression and anxious state. She was self harming and visibly depressed from the start, but her mental state worsens as she becomes more aware of Murder House and the evil. She becomes more withdrawn, moody and self harms more. Proving again she is depressed, not a naturally gloomy person. And she is more frightened by the darkness than she is is attracted to it.

I also don’t believe she wanted to die, which is expressed by Violet herself after her overdose. But I think her the main intention of her overdose was driven by fear and a desire to escape the darkness in the house, not purely suicidal intent. Which is ironic because death will seal her fate there forever, but I guess she was confused over what was real and not.

Obviously the depression played a massive part in the overdose, but I think if she hadn’t moved to Murder House she would’ve never commit suicide. Her already vulnerable state of mind was pushed by the darkness in the house. Shortly before her overdose she tells Ben “it’s the darkness, it has me”. A hint that she is scared by the darkness of the house and ghosts.

On the opening of “part 2 Halloween”we see Violet and Tate hanging out, laughing and having fun. Violet is probably the happiest we see her on the whole season. Could that be because she is out of the dark house? This is before she finds out Tate is a ghost and before she starts witnessing ghosts herself. After leaving the beach because of the dead highscool students harassing them, her and Tate return to Murder House. Not long after, Violet confronts the kids and tells them “you need to take your disgusting made up faces and go home”.

Apparently she doesn’t appreciate the blood and gore of what she believes is just a harmless Halloween costume.. She actually seems disgusted by the gore. She expresses disgust a lot of times, like when in the crawl space and she sees a dead animal.

Does Violet really like Murder House?

There’s a contradiction on whether Violet actually likes Murder house, but I still believe she is only partly attracted because of her fascination for the darker things in life. Which unfortunately is also the catalyst for her suicide. I don’t believe she is attracted to the house itself, as in the physical darkness and bleakness inside. I already pointed out two times she openly objects the physical darkness of the house. So why on several other occasions does she fight her parents when they try to resell Murder House? TATE. She wants to stay with Tate, not the house.

Violet even contradicts herself on “Open House” when her and Vivien go and view an apartment and shows her contempt for the move. She sarcasticly tells her mum

“Glad we moved here since we could be totally anywhere”.

But then in the same scene she also fights her mum on their decision to resell Murder House. At this point, her and Tate are talking again after Home Invasion and I believe she only wanted to stay because of Tate.

My interpretation

My interpretation of Violet is that, although she is naturally drawn the the darker things in life and has an appreciation for unusual things, at the core of her personality she isn’t someone who has a pessimistic outlook out life. She even talks to Ben about her future in College one day and how the home invasion will “make a great college essay one day”. I do think there was at least a part of her that really meant that because she didn’t seem beaten down over the events. Most of her pessimistic behaviour is the result of depression. I think if she hadn’t been depressed she would be a very outgoing and optimistic character. She clearly doesn’t dress in a depressing manner and although her room does appear gloomy, the main reason for that is because it was already like that before they moved. The walls were already painted a greyish-blue. Some of her choices of decor just make it appear more creepy and gloomy.

She also is definitely NOT introverted. She is withdrawn because of her depression, not personality. She is shown to be able to communicate with other people without any shynesses. Introverts naturally prefer to spend time alone than socialising with other people. They also are often shy when speaking to other people or not very talkative. Non of those traits fit Violet.

She likes spending time with Tate and has no problem speaking with strangers or people she doesn’t know well. She confidently with Addie, Constance, the “Dead Breakfast club”, the teacher that Tate shot. She even stands up to her bullies. An introverted or shy person wouldn’t be so confident or willing to socialise. Violet is not an introvert and is definitely not shy.

[ashesandhackles]

Harry And Personal Conflict: A Meta On Evolving Dynamic With Ron and Hermione

One of my last metas on Harry was how his abuse at the Dursleys informed who he is as a person and a lot of his main personality traits. This time, I want to explore Harry's relationship with conflict, mostly in regard to his best friends - Ron and Hermione.

First things first, because of his abusive upbringing where he is constantly in conflict with his caregivers, conflict is seen as Bad Thing when we first meet him as a 11 year old. And it informs how he reacts to both Ron and Hermione at first. He instantly relates to Ron because Ron is an underdog - a boy who feels neglected and passed over in his large and boisterous family. Harry shares his own experience of neglect with Ron and they both bond instantly.

His initial impression of Hermione is that she has a "bossy sort of voice" . The bossiness is an important characterstic to his impression of her - she reminds him of an authority figure and he does not particularly take to her as easily as he does Ron. Before the troll incident, he is frequently annoyed by her interventions because "he can't believe anyone would be so interfering". It's her vulnerability and the fact that she may be in danger that makes Harry, and by extension Ron, go after her. And she pays it back in full with a demonstration of loyalty to them in front of people she wants to impress: teachers. This sets the tone of his friendship with Ron and Hermione.

There is sense of easiness to his friendship with Ron, especially in earlier books that he doesn't quite share with Hermione. This is a bit gendered as well, of course. His relationship with Hermione evolves as Ron's own equation with two of them changes, more specifically Ron's cognisance of his romantic feelings for Hermione. So how does this inform his relationship with personal conflict?

Let's look at it Book wise.

Book 1-4: Since Harry tends to see All Conflict As Bad, when Hermione becomes his friend, he tends to ignore traits of her that he particularly doesn't take to. Specifically her argumentativeness - which he usually leaves Ron to deal with. For example, look at when Hermione drags him off to the kitchens in GOF. When he realises what this is about, he nudges Ron, and Ron does the protesting: "Hermione, you are trying to rope us into that spew stuff again!".

Often, you can say he is amused by Ron's more ..let's say colourful.. reactions to Hermione being overbearing. So when Ron and him are not speaking and Hermione gets a Quidditch term wrong, it causes him "a pang to imagine Ron's expression of he could have heard Hermione talking about Wonky Faints". It's that deeply ingrained into the dynamic.

While Ron acts buffer and protects Harry from stepping into a potential conflict ("skip the lecture", "don't nag" he tells her), Harry's world view remains quite the same. Part of Harry's growing up is integrating conflicting points of view and gaining nuance. For example, he can't understand why someone like Snape, who seems to hate him so much, can also save his life at the end of Philosopher's Stone. This is his first venture into trying to integrate two conflicting things about a person into nuance. Dumbledore gives him a very easily digestible story, one that appeals to his ideal of his father and Harry is sated.

Again, Harry's world view is tested when he finds out that he relates with Tom Riddle - for their "strange likenesses". He doth protest too much at Dumbledore's office: "I don't think I am like him! I am Gryffindor!". And Dumbledore offers him a wisdom nugget: "It's our choices which define who we are" (paraphrasing). Harry is uncomfortable that he empathises with Tom Riddle, his parents' murderer, at this point in the story.

In the first four books, his only proper personal conflict has been with Ron.

It is depressing to think about in these terms - but Ron is Harry's first experience of unconditional love (we can even put Hagrid here, but he is not the one who spends most time with Harry). And when Ron and him fight, Harry is so hurt by the prospect that he proceeds to abandon Ron before Ron abandons him. (the whole chucking a "Potter stinks" badge at him and making a jab about having a scar is what he wants, or the fight in DH where he yells "then leave! Pretend you have gotten over your spattergoit and have your mummy feed you up"). It's an interesting defense mechanism and he feels "corrosive hatred" towards Ron during these times because Ron and him aren't supposed to be like this. Ron is a certainty in his life. It's also why when Ron comes back, Harry either doesn't need him to apologise (as in GOF) or quickly forgives him in DH - although I do think Harry thinks the locket bit was punishment enough. But even without the whole locket, I think Harry has trouble holding Ron accountable in general beyond few slaps on the wrist - especially if Ron and he are on good terms.

5th Book: This is the transition point for Golden Trio friendship. Harry has come back from an immensely traumatising night at the graveyard and his PTSD isolates him from his best friends. This is also the point where Ron, especially after GOF, is aware of his romantic feelings for Hermione ("the perfume is unusual Ron", Hermione tells him in this book). So in this book, we often see Ron and Hermione on one side, with Harry on the other.

Ron is unwilling (quite like Harry in that respect) to engage him in a direct conflict, but he is also unwilling to shield him from Hermione's nagging in this book. This is why, OOTP is the book where you see Harry ignore or avoid Hermione and lie to her more than usual to avoid conflict. For example, he tells her that Snape thinks he can carry on Occlumency once he got the basics - that is categorically not what happened. Or the entire day he spends ignoring Hermione's warnings about breaking into Umbridge's office. (The description here is comical - about Hermione vehemently hissing so much that Seamus Finnigan is checking his cauldron for leaks. ) If he cannot lie to her or avoid her, at the end of the rope, he will treat her to display of his frightening temper.

Interestingly, OOTP is also the book that his world view goes through a tremendous upheaval: mainly, his ideal of his father and having empathy for Snape. It is unnerving for Harry to see Snape being the "boy who cried in the corner" when his father shouts at a cowering woman. Similarly unnerving is that his intense empathy for him - "he knew exactly what Snape felt when his father taunted him and judging by what he had seen, his father was every bit as arrogant as Snape always told him".

While he is placated that his father grew out of it, this memory of his father being a bully is something he cannot bear to watch again in DH. Few chapters later, he grins at Ron "sweeping his hair" back to make it look more windswept, just like his father - suggesting that Harry is beginning to integrate two conflicting things he knew about his father: from the people who loved him vs the people he was cruel to.

6th Book onwards: It's interesting to me that his better appreciation for Hermione comes after OOTP (one, because she is the one who challenged the whole Ministry plan and she followed him into a trap knowing it was one anyway) but also the timing of it is in line with Harry having a more nuanced understanding of his father. He struggled to hold conflicting information about him into one cohesive person - the boy who was a bully vs the man who joins Order of Phoenix to fight a war he could very well have sat out. The pedestal crashing helped Harry gain nuance (he thinks of his father and mother with pride in HBP - of them walking into an arena with head held high). HBP also sets up his deeper understanding with Snape in DH. There is lovely meta by about this by thedreamersmusing. Read it here. HBP is also the book he feels "sorry" for Voldemort and also feels "reluctant admiration" for him - both of things he is less defensive about.

And this nuance informs his relationship with conflicts - especially the kind he has with Hermione. He is more confrontational with her and does not lie or sneak around her as much as he did in OOTP in the Half Blood Prince. ("Finished? Or do you want to see if it does back flips?" He asks her when she takes the book from him to check if it's jinxed. Or the "I hope you enjoy yourself" he calls out irritably when she declares intention to find out who HBP is. And "do you want to rub it in Hermione? How do you think I feel now?" He tells her when she says she was right about HBP).

The fact that he is willing to be confrontational with her is a big step in his character - a step up from his unregulated outbursts in OOTP, which is a function of him not knowing how to put his anger across in normal ways. He is also more willing to stand up for her in front of Ron too - "You could say sorry" he tells Ron bluntly. This is in contrast to his more quiet standing up for her in POA: "Can't you give her a break?" Harry asked him quietly. In POA, he lets the subject drop after Ron flatly refuses. Here, he presses on more : "What did you have to imitate her for?" "She laughed at moustache!" "So did I, it's the stupidest thing I have ever seen".

His relationship with Ron is an interesting contrast to his relationship with Hermione, which functionally teaches a very important lesson for an abused child who thought all conflicts are bad: That his friendship with her is challenging, and frustrating, filled with conflicts but their love for each other isn't disputed. It's a very important thing for brain development in general - to hold conflicting information in one space. The defense mechanism abused children do to avoid this is called splitting.

So, Ron allows Harry to be the age he is: a teenager and it's foundation for his further development, and Hermione teaches him how to be an adult, and therefore, spurs his growth. (In esoteric terms, if you look at Ron and Hermione as proxy parents - Ron is the Mother archetype, the one who offers unconditional love. Hermione is the Father archetype - one who demands best of him, and guides him).

Additional reading: Harry, Prongs and Prince - Harry's Inner Struggles For Forging An Identity. By u/metametatron4

Harry Identifies, and Reluctantly Admires Snape Even Before The Prince's Tale by thedreamersmusing

[piedmontcourt3]

I think I talk about it a lot to my college friends but it’s probably okay.

But it is weird. Like it feels contingent on something…Especially knowing some people find me cringe and will continue to find me cringe. Stuff that it feels like shouldn’t matter (and doesn’t to me) especially considering that we are adults now and not children or teenagers in high school.

I go to a weird people small liberal arts school anyway lol. But I either get “You are such a weirdo freak we LOVE it” or “I used to think you were super weird and didn’t like you and judged you but now you are cool.” And a lot of misunderstanding or failure of trying to understand.

It’s just strange when someone who wants to go out with you/fuck you (?) drops that their friend group ostracizes members and makes fun of them behind their back.

How I see it now is that if someone legitimately annoys me or is rude I may talk about that to others or not hang out with them. But most “cringe” stuff is just a difference in artistic aesthetics. I don’t have anything against furries; aesthetic is not for me.

We were doing an art project that involves dressing as animals and people are scared of looking like furries. I didn’t know if I could get away with saying “What’s wrong with that?” Because I understand. Social currency is all-consuming.

I end up trying to piece together where I’m standing. Before it was a hierarchical scale and I was ALWAYS in the lower-middle. I wasn’t the kid whose chair you didn’t want to touch but I wasn’t participating in the girls-and-boys-chase-each-other games at recess. People liked that I could draw, tell stories, and that I was smart. Now I’ve realized that when people call me “weird” they don’t mean “eats grass at recess” they mean “different”. It isn’t that there is no one “on my level” it’s that there is no one unique…

Idk. Sometimes it makes me really sad when people don’t make an effort. It makes me feel very zoo animal. And I frequently get reminded of being treated like a machine and a creativity dispenser and a prop and entertainment rather than a person. Doesn’t mean I want to stop creating just that it makes me sad…Okay it is really 3am rn lol good night tumblr diary

Being a weirdo who has been accepted into society is a strange experience

[akaashisupremacy]

A Little in Love

Summary: Having broken off your engagement for an arranged marriage with him, your relationship is in shreds. As you and Gojo begin as friends again, he wonders if he ever fell out of love for you. Has he?

Notes: Gojo Satoru is good-looking, all powerful and beyond good at his job. I’ve always wanted to explore something he struggles with

Gojo Satoru  x reader

Multi-fandom Masterlist || HQ Masterlist || Ao3 version

Genre: ANGST AND PINING, exes to friends to ??, commitment issues lol (wc: 1.3k) tw: mention of blood, infedelity-ish

“Are you sure you’re not in love with them?”

That question wipes the smile off Gojo Satorou’s face.

Tonight’s dinner was unexpected. You ran into Shoko Ieri, Jujutsu Kaisen’s resident doctor and Gojo Satoru just as your work day ended. One thing led to another and the three of you ended up in a soba place not too far from Jujutsu Tech. When you excused yourself to use the washroom Ieri-san grabs the chance to ask the burning question on her mind.

“So what’s the answer? You’re awfully quiet.”

“We’re not engaged anymore. That ship has sailed.” he waves his hand dismissively.

Ieri rolls her eyes. All throughout dinner, Gojo was teasing you, offering you food, playing light pranks at you just like he was when you were teenagers. The way he looked at you was enough to tick any off about how he feels.

She retorts, “You can try again now that you’re adults. You’re allowed to make a go at a love match.”

Gojo’s relationship with you is…complicated. You two were arranged to be married when you were children, but had broken up as teenagers.

Gojo looks contemplative, his hands clasped together.

“I’ve thought about it.” he sighs, “And I think about it every time we meet, but—I don’t think I’m the type to commit and they need a commitment type. It’s not a match.” Ieri scowls on your behalf. 

During your time at Jujutsu Tech, he simultaneously wanted to give your relationship a shot but hated the restrictions set on him. In the end, it was all too much. Both of you begged your families to break off the engagement.

Your teenage years with him were confusing. Were you really in love or those feelings fabricated by the arranged marriage? If the marriage wasn’t a love match anyway, why did it hurt to see Gojo flirt with someone else?

Gojo remembered one of your early confrontations when you were 16 and he was 17. 

“It’s difficult to be engaged to you.” you expressed, exasperated. 

When you started school at Jujutsu Tech however, something changed. Gojo didn’t want to be seen around you. He was always flirting with others behind your back. You can’t even have a proper conversation with him alone. 

During your second year, you finally stood up to him. 

“No, it’s not.” he rolled his eyes, “You don’t even have to pretend that you like me.”

It worried you that he definitely couldn’t be faithful and it hurt you that he couldn’t even spare time to properly talk with you. 

You sighed and looked left and right. It’s had been ten minutes. You were still standing outside his dorm room and he has not intention of letting you in. 

“It’s not about that!” you exclaimed, annoyed, “I know you don’t like being engaged to me, which is fine—“

“It doesn’t sound fine,” he snorts, crossing his arms. He tries to drown the sound of your voice from the surrounding cicadas. 

“—if you weren’t such an asshole,” you continued, “But can you at least treat me with more respect. Everybody knows we’re engaged. Neither of us want to be in arranged marriage so all I’m begging you to do is to —“ 

He shrugs, “No promises.” 

He could see anger light beneath your eyes. Out of the darkness of the night, a silver flicker brushes by his side. You were seething, despite being barely illuminated by the light of the corridor bulbs. 

You had drawn out a dagger at him. You! His kind, patient fiancee. It happened so fast he almost didn’t dodge. 

“I missed on purpose. Don’t you get complacent.” you muttered, turning away. 

Gojo was surprised to see tears running down your face. You’ve never looked so upset. It catches him off guard. 

“I’m sorry,” was all he had to utter. He wasn’t even sure you heard him because you had already begun walking away. You had drawn the blade, but in reality it was you that was hurting and he the trespasser. 

He shakes his head at Ieri and continues, “I don’t want to hurt them again. It was bad enough when our engagement fell apart.”

He didn’t mean to hurt you then of course. It was harsh to expect commitment out of a teenager who wasn’t ready, but you were still in pain.

Ieri sizes him up in the dim lighting of the diner. Gojo likes to be in control. He likes to be the one to set traps. It’s interesting to see him be the captive for once.

“You haven’t answered my question.” she presses.

Gojo’s fingers tense up.he gives in just a bit, “I’ll always be a little in love with them. Maybe because I was obligated to for so long.”

“And that’s not enough though, because they deserve more” he quickly adds.

“Can’t you change? Sounds like you’re afraid to try.” she sighs.

Gojo is quiet once again.

“Don’t wait for them to be in love with someone else before you realize that you want to be with them. I’d hate for you to be too late.” she warns, glancing towards you as you walk back to the table.

He looks away from Ieri. You sit back down in front of him.

He feels his heart swell and hurt at the same time. You’ve always represented a jumble of contradictions for him: someone to love and someone who represents traditions he hates.

“Did I miss something?” you ask, sensing the tension.

“No, nothing.” he denies, his voice purposely lightening to cover his mood.

“Well, why does everyone look so serious?” you perkily ask.

Gojo briefly glances at you. His shoulders relax and he sits back into his seat. After all these years, it’s still so easy to be swayed by your bright eyes.

“I was just about to call for another drink.” Ieri clears her throat.

“Me, too.” he adds.

You look at him carefully, a tinge of worry in your eyes. You don’t say anything though. Not now. This is between you and him. It’s a matter outside of your friendship with Ieri.  

“You can have my drink.” you offer to him, eyes locked onto his. 

Sensing your stare, he turns back at you, glad that his bandages cover his vulnerability. He’s not sure he can take it if you saw how deeply conflicted he was about his feelings. As he continues to look, recognition dawns on him.

In another universe, you could be married right now. You’d be having dinner, just the two of you, sitting across each other like this. In another world, maybe you wouldn’t have known each other at all. This moment feels like purgatory. He’s somewhat in love, just a little and you’re not his in a way that feels real.

You push your drink into his hands. Ieri looks away to give you a semblance of privacy. Gojo finally takes the drink. 

It feels strange for the man who has everything, to know he only has a little bit of you.

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I wrote this as a follow up for another Gojo x reader fic who used to be engaged. Check it here. This is 2/4 so let me know if you’d like to be tagged in the rest of the releases! 😊

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