#and once again its really not that serious

[blueberrisdove-sideblog]

tail pulling is a crime! 𝒻𝓉．𝓁𝒾ℴ𝓃 𝓂𝓎𝒹ℯ𝒾.

tws : nsfw (mdni), bunny!reader, implied dubcon, rough sēx, tail kink, size kink, possessiveness, light biting, oversimulation, breeding mentions, pet play elements and degradation.

You really shouldn’t have done it. You knew better. But Mydei’s tail was just… asking for it. He was standing at the edge of the firelight, shirt off, skin glowing gold from the heat and from those cursed red marks burning along his chest and arms. His hair was a mess—gold with red-dipped ends, wild and soft, like he’d just walked out of a battlefield. His muscles flexed as he dragged one claw down the whetstone, sharpening it slow, deliberate, scary..

And behind him, his tail flicked lazily. That long, thick, golden tail with the tufted tip. It moved like it had a mind of its own, curling when he was annoyed, twitching when he was excited. You always caught yourself staring. Always wanted to know how it felt.

So you crept up behind him. Just a step. Just for fun.

And you tugged it. Just once.

You giggled under your breath.

But his tail froze. His body froze. The whetstone stopped grinding.

He turned.

And your stomach dropped.

Mydei’s eyes glowed gold, slit pupils narrowing like he was looking at prey. His expression was unreadable—except for the twitch in his jaw and the low, deep growl rattling in his chest.

“…The fuck did you just do?”

You blinked. “It was just a—hey—!”

You yelped as he grabbed your arm, yanked you close, and hoisted you right over his shoulder like a ragdoll. The world spun. Your thighs kicked once before his clawed hand smacked your ass, hard enough to make you gasp.

“Cute. Real fuckin’ cute,” he muttered darkly. “You wanna tug a lion’s tail? Fine. Hope you can handle what happens next.”

He kicked the door open and tossed you onto the bed, then slammed it shut behind him. His tail twitched behind him, muscles tense, his markings burning hotter than fire.

You scrambled up onto your elbows, heart pounding. “It wasn’t that serious—! It was a joke—!”

Mydei stalked toward you, untying the belt on his robes with one hand. “Yeah? Well, I’m not laughing.”

He grabbed your ankles and dragged you down the bed until your legs dangled off the edge, your skirt flipped up, panties already soaked through from the adrenaline and the fact that—yeah, okay, maybe part of you wanted this.

His hands were rough, clawed fingers trailing up your thighs, spreading them apart. His tail coiled around your waist like a serpent—tight, firm, controlling.

“Hold still,” he growled, golden eyes glowing brighter. “You move, and I’ll tie you up with it.”

You swallowed hard. “That’s a threat or a promise?”

He smirked, shoving your panties to the side and dragging the flat of his tongue across your slit, slow and deep. You gasped, gripping the sheets as he did it again—slow, messy, like he was tasting you to memorize it.

Then he stood up, undoing his pants, cock already thick, hard, flushed red at the tip.

“Pull my tail, then act like this wasn’t what you wanted?” he sneered. “You’re drippin’. Pathetic.”

He didn’t give you time to argue.

He pushed in slow but deep, splitting you open inch by inch, making you gasp and arch. Your body burned—stretching around him, full too fast, too much.

“F-Fuck—! Wait—”

“No.” He grunted, hips pressing flush to yours. His tail tightened like a belt around your belly. “You don’t get to say no now. You asked for this.”

He started to move—slow at first, grinding deep with each thrust, dragging out every inch before slamming back in. You cried out, legs shaking as his hips snapped into yours, harder every time.

You clutched at the sheets, moaning, barely able to breathe.p

“That’s it,” he groaned, leaning over you, one clawed hand gripping your jaw. “Take it. Take your fuckin’ punishment, tail-thief.”

Your eyes rolled back when he angled his hips and hit that spot—over and over, relentless. His tail squeezed tighter, holding you still, trapping you in place as he wrecked you against the mattress.

You sobbed out, breathless. “F-Feels so—Mydei—please—!”

“You’re not gonna beg out of this,” he snapped, slamming deep and staying there. His tip pressed right against your cervix. You felt him twitch inside you, the way his whole body trembled with restraint.

He pulled back just to slam back in. You choked on a scream.

“You wanted to act like a brat?” he growled. “Fine. I’ll use you like one.”

He fucked you hard—brutal, hungry, no mercy. His teeth scraped along your neck, his claws dug into your thighs. You didn’t even know if you were cumming or crying or both. Your legs shook, back arched, drool on your lips, thighs soaked with slick and spit and sweat.

“Not done,” he panted against your cheek, voice hoarse. “You’re gonna cum on me again.”

You whimpered, overwhelmed. “C-Can’t—!”

“Yes, you fuckin’ can.”

His hand grabbed your throat lightly—just enough pressure to keep your head tipped back, keep your eyes on him as he used you. His golden eyes were locked on your face, watching every twitch, every whine.

“Look at you,” he muttered, hips slamming into yours. “All because you couldn’t keep your hands to yourself. Hope you learn your lesson.”

You came again—harder this time, trembling under him, clinging to his arms as he fucked you through it. Your body didn’t stop shaking, even when he cursed and finally spilled inside you, grinding deep and holding you there while his cock throbbed.

The room went still except for the sound of your breathing. His tail loosened slowly from your waist, trailing along your skin as he pulled out with a groan, his cum dripping between your thighs.

He leaned down, lips brushing yours.

“Try it again, and I’ll use my tail inside next time.”

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[idrawweirdstuffnominors]

Hi!!! Do you think you could do write something about the eltingville boys finding out their S/O is pregnant and how they treat them throughout their pregnancy? (btw I LOVE the way you write!!)

(Lol buckle up this ride ain't gonna be pretty

Here's how we are gonna do it-Its going to be 3 full fics for each guy separately of course because this is going to be A LOT of writing also

tw I'm keeping this real- this isn't going to be fairytale happy stuff so... you've been warned and lowkey I got teary eyed writing this with all that said please Enjoy !

"Yeah? Well, I’m Fuckin’ Pregnant."

(Epilogue Bill Dickey x Reader — toxic softness, pregnancy reveal, eventual protectiveness)

“You’re a goddamn psycho, y’know that?”

Bill’s voice was sharp, fast — his usual go-to in a fight. Deflect, insult, talk louder than the truth.

You stood your ground, arms crossed tight over your chest, even though your throat was already tight. “Yeah? You’re not exactly a fuckin’ prize either, Bill.”

He scoffed, dragging a hand through his hair, pacing across the shitty apartment floor like a caged dog. “All I said was it’s not my fuckin’ fault you’re always so goddamn emotional lately. What, you want a trophy for havin' a meltdown over—what was it—spaghetti?”

You flinched.

It had been spaghetti. You'd cried over pasta.

But—

“That’s not why I’m—” you started, then stopped. Tried again.

“I’m not emotional, Bill. I’m pregnant.”

He laughed. Full-body, disbelieving, cruel. “Yeah, okay. Real original. Is that supposed to shut me up?”

Your stomach twisted. “I’m not lying.”

The laugh died in his throat. He turned to look at you. Really look.

And suddenly the room was quiet. Not tense. Not buzzing with static. Just quiet.

The kind of quiet that happens right after a car crash.

“You’re serious,” he said. Voice low now. Dangerous.

You nodded, eyes shining, defiant even through the tears. “Yeah. I’m late, I took two tests, and—yeah. I’m serious.”

His mouth opened. Closed. He looked like he wanted to say something awful.

But it didn’t come out.

He just stared at you, jaw tight, breathing hard, until finally he muttered:

“...fuck.”

The first week after that was weird.

He didn’t say much. Didn’t yell, didn’t leave. Just kind of… lingered.

Hovering near you like a stormcloud, eyes flicking down to your belly when he thought you wouldn’t notice.

At first, you were sure he hated you.

But then he stopped letting you carry groceries.

Stopped letting you clean the litter box.

Started keeping saltines by the bed before you even said anything about the nausea.

He’d act like he didn’t care. Like he was just being practical.

But then—

“Hey, where’s that shirt with the elastic waistband? You’re bloated as shit, you’ll be miserable in jeans.”

“Don’t fuckin’ look at her like that—she’s pregnant, asshole.”

“I got prenatal vitamins, shut up, they were two for one.”

You caught him staring once, when you were standing in front of the bathroom mirror, lifting your shirt to look at your not-quite-there belly.

He didn’t say anything. Just watched you, then muttered, almost like it hurt:

“...fuck, you’re really gonna do this, huh?”

You turned to him. “We’re gonna do this.”

He didn’t say it back. But he didn’t leave.

By your second trimester, he was a different kind of mess.

Worse temper than usual. Yelling at people who got too close to you in line. Fighting with strangers online because they called a pregnant comic book character “useless.�� Refusing to let you carry a laundry basket even though you told him to fuck off.

He'd get flustered about it all the time, too.

If you cried? He'd groan, swear, wave his hands like he was being attacked.

“Jesus Christ, not again—what did I do now—?!”

But he always ended up sitting behind you, arms around your middle, rubbing your back with those rough hands.

Once, when you had heartburn and couldn't sleep, you caught him googling "how to swaddle a baby" at 2am.

He slammed the laptop shut like you walked in on him watching porn.

By the time you were showing, he started talking to the bump.

Only when he thought you were asleep.

Muttering shit like:

“Don’t come out dumb, alright? You’re already starting off with my genetics, you’re gonna need a fuckin’ miracle.”

or

“If you kick her too hard, I swear to God—”

You never mentioned it. He’d probably explode.

But you knew.

That somehow, beneath all the bile and sarcasm and venom, Bill Dickey was scared shitless.

And already in love.

---

"Don't Fuckin’ Die on Me."

(Part 2 of the epilogue Bill Dickey x Reader pregnancy fic)

Themes: real long labor, exhaustion, fear, messy emotions, Bill being Bill but showing up hard

CW: mentions of intense pain, blood, medical imagery, swearing, raw emotions

You were screaming.

You'd been screaming for hours.

And the worst part?

You weren’t even close.

The nurse had checked you three times now — always with that infuriating little smile.

“Still about six centimeters. Let’s try to breathe through the next few, okay?”

You wanted to throw something. Maybe a chair. Maybe Bill.

Bill, who was pacing the room like a caged animal, muttering to himself, biting at his nails and snapping at every single beep the machines made.

���Six centimeters?” he barked after the nurse left. “What the fuck is this, a slow cooker? Can’t they do something?”

You groaned, head back against the pillow, sweat dripping down your neck. “Jesus, Bill, shut up.”

“No, fuck you. You’re in pain, and they’re just—what, hoping you pop like a zit? Bullshit.”

You turned your head just enough to glare at him. “Not helping.”

Bill froze, fists clenched at his sides. He looked at you — really looked at you — for the first time in hours.

Saw your bloodshot eyes, the tremble in your hands, the shaking in your thighs.

The way you couldn’t stop crying even when you weren’t making a sound.

"...fuck," he muttered. He came over, dropped to one knee by the bed, grabbing your hand with both of his like he was afraid you’d slip away.

“I got you,” he said, voice rough and quiet now. “I got you, okay?”

By hour 18, you were delirious.

You’d thrown up twice, begged for the epidural too late, and Bill had been kicked out once for yelling at a resident who didn’t wash his hands fast enough.

They let him back in when they realized you wouldn’t stop screaming until he was.

You were soaked in sweat, your hospital gown stuck to your back, and you felt everything. Every contraction, every stretch, every fire-in-your-bones need to push.

And Bill?

He looked like shit. Pale, shaking, eyes rimmed in red.

But he stayed.

He held your leg. He screamed with you. He cursed the doctors under his breath and kissed your knuckles like it would save you.

“You’re doing so fuckin’ good,” he didn't know what the fuck to say and his voice was rasped, holding your hair back while you sobbed. “You’re scaring the shit out of me, but you’re doing so fuckin’ good.”

You whimpered. “I can’t do this—”

“You are doing this,” he said, panicked now. “Don’t you fuckin’ say that. Don’t you dare. You've put up with so much of my bullshit.

Your eyes rolled back. The pain was unreal. It felt like being torn in two.

And then—

Then the doctor said, “One more push. One more—”

And you did.

The baby came out screaming.

Bloody. Squirming. So small it made Bill stumble backwards, mouth hanging open.

You didn’t see it.

You were out. Not unconscious — just gone. Eyes glazed, body limp, every nerve fried.

They put the baby on your chest, and your hands twitched, trying to hold it, but your arms shook too hard.

Bill rushed over, grabbing the baby with stiff, terrified hands.

“Jesus Christ,” he whispered, staring down at this weird, red, alien-looking creature. “You look like a goddamn raisin.”

But his voice cracked.

And he sank into the chair beside the bed, baby bundled in his arms, staring at you like you’d just survived a car crash.

Which, in a way, you had.

He looked at you for a long, long time.

At your matted hair. Your pale lips. The dried blood on your thighs.

And then down at the baby.

"...you better fuckin’ thank her someday," he whispered, eyes wet. “She ripped herself in half for you.”

---

“I Fuckin’ Love You, Alright?”

(Postpartum fic, Epilogue Bill Dickey x Reader)

CW: postpartum pain and mood swings, sleep deprivation, body image struggles, Bill being a disaster but present, emotional vulnerability

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You didn’t cry when the baby came.

You cried two days later. Over toast.

Cold toast.

It was 4am. You were in the hospital bathroom, bleeding and sore and shaky. You sat on the toilet with a mesh diaper between your thighs and stared at the plate Bill brought you — untouched, crust curling up at the corners — and something in your chest snapped.

“I’m so tired,” you whispered. “I can’t do this.”

Bill looked up from the chair he’d passed out in, eyes wild and bloodshot. He jolted up, stumbling over to you, voice panicked. “Hey—hey. Hey. What? What’s wrong?”

You looked at him. Eyes dark-circled. His hoodie stained with god knows what. A burp rag on his shoulder. Your spit-up, maybe. Or the baby’s.

You laughed, bitter and quiet. “You look like shit.”

“Yeah, well, you look like a crime scene.” His mouth moved faster than his brain. “Sorry. Fuck. That came out wrong—”

You pressed your palm to your face, trying not to scream.

He hovered. Helpless. Hands twitching. “What do you want me to do?”

“I don’t know,” you snapped. “I don’t know, Bill! I want to feel like a human being again. I want to piss without bleeding. I want my fuckin’ stomach to not feel like jello and I want you to stop hovering like I’m gonna shatter.”

“Well what the fuck do you want me to do instead, huh?” he shot back, voice too loud for a room with a sleeping infant. “Wanna go back to yelling at each other? Pretend this shit didn’t happen? Pretend I’m not scared shitless?”

You froze.

Bill’s chest was heaving. He scrubbed a hand down his face and then looked at you like it physically hurt him.

“I almost lost you,” he said, quiet now. “In that fuckin’ room. You looked dead. And all I could think was—I never even told you.”

You blinked.

“Told me what?”

His lips curled, not in a smile. In defense. Like saying it made him weak. Like maybe it did.

“I fuckin’ love you, alright?”

He spat it like a confession. Like a punch to the gut.

Like it scared him more than fatherhood ever could.

“I love you,” he repeated, voice hoarse. “Even when you scream at me. Even when you’re gross and bleeding and can’t look at yourself in the mirror. I love you anyway. I love you through it.”

Silence.

You blinked again.

And started to cry.

Bill panicked, crouching down in front of you, gripping your knees. “No—no no no. Don’t cry. Fuck, please don’t cry—”

You laughed through the tears, snotty and aching. “You’re such a fucking idiot.”

“Yeah, well.” He rested his forehead against your thigh, eyes squeezed shut. “You picked me. That’s on you.”

You threaded your fingers into his filthy hair. “Say it again.”

He looked up.

You didn’t blink.

And this time, softer—

“I love you.”

---

[adhd-coyote]

Hello!

If you are still open for kissing prompts, would you mind doing Fox/Thorn for impulsive kiss? 👀👀👀

Thank you <3

Always happy to do Fox/Thorn, I love these two so much <3

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Thorn could tell as soon as he stepped into the office that Fox was being an idiot again. Without a word, he sighed and went to get the first aid kit. "Sit. Now."

Fox half-hid his face in his caff mug. "I'm fine."

Thorn rolled his eyes. "You're favoring your leg."

"It's just a bit sore-"

"You're holding your caff with your left hand."

"I'm ambidextrous."

"I know. But you prefer to hold it with your right hand." Thorn pulled out the kit and pointed at the chair nearest to Fox. "Sit. Or I'm calling a medic."

Fox sighed, but grudgingly obeyed. Thorn nodded, stalked over, knelt next to him, and began removing his leg armor. "Where?"

"Knee. Nothing serious, just landed a little wrong on a jump."

"And your hand?"

"Cut on the palm. Not too deep, just hurts like a bitch."

Thorn hummed as he rolled up Fox's pant leg. "You treated it?"

"Yeah, bacta and a bandage. Doesn't need stitches."

"I'm still gonna check."

Fox huffed, clearly amused. "I know."

Thorn had enough medical knowledge to figure out that all Fox's knee needed was a wrap and some ice. It'd heal well enough on its own in a few days. Thorn relayed that, though he figured Fox already knew, and after wrapping his knee, stood and held out his hand.

"You really don't have to do this, you know," Fox murmured as he held out his injured hand, glove and bandage already removed. "I can treat myself."

"I know." Thorn took his hand and scanned his palm, checking closely for any signs of infection. Once he was satisfied, he grabbed a new bandage, added a fresh coat of bacta, and re-wrapped it. "Anything else? I'll know if you're lying to me."

"Nothing that hasn't already been seen to. By you or a medic." A smile flashed across his face, giving away the fondness he tried to hide behind his exasperation.

"Good." Thorn closed the medkit with a suppressed sigh. "You really need to stop doing this, Foxy. What if you wait too long and something doesn't heal properly?"

Fox softened, and fuck did that look in his eyes always make Thorn melt. "I'm okay, Thorn. Really."

"Yeah, this time. Your luck's bound to run out eventually."

There was that cheeky smirk. "Well, it hasn't yet."

"Yet."

"Thorn-"

There wasn't a thought behind it. One moment, he was despairing at Fox's smirk, the next, he had one hand on the arm of Fox's chair and the other cupping his cheek, steadying his face as Thorn pressed into a half-desperate kiss, the only way he could think to get his point across.

When he finally pulled away, he was panting, and couldn't meet Fox's eyes. "Understand now?"

"Yeah." Fox slipped his hand behind Thorn's neck and tugged him in for another chaste kiss, breath warm against Thorn's lips. "Yeah, I understand."

"Good."

-

Kicking my feet, these two are sooooo fun to write <3 <3

Kiss ask game

[dorkyteenagedirtbag-ks]

Synopsis: Forced to face his past, Y/N prepares for Karasuno’s match against Shiratorizawa—where his ex-boyfriend and former best friend await. (PT2)

-> Pt1

*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:

It was time already… I walked as slowly as possible toward the van. The whole team was watching me, probably wondering how it was even possible to move this slow.

Daichi, growing tired of my sluggish pace, eventually gave me a gentle push to get me inside the van.

“I don’t get why you don’t want to go. They’re really good—it's going to be so much fun!” Hinata said cheerfully, completely unaware of my reasons.

Sugawara, however, knew. He glanced at me, a little worried, but said nothing. Maybe he was afraid of sounding insensitive.

After a while, we arrived. Daichi, probably fearing I’d walk slowly again, grabbed my arm and tugged me along so I’d walk at a decent pace.

Once we got inside the gym, he finally let go. Shiratorizawa was already there. And I saw them, the two people I wanted to avoid the most were there. My heart sank, and for a split second, I almost ran away. But I couldn’t let the team down.

Tendō made eye contact with me. Just before I could catch the smile forming on his lips, I turned my head away.

When the match began, I was on the bench. But when Hinata got tired, I was sent in to replace him. I could feel their eyes on me during the game, but I tried my best to ignore them.

Thankfully, we won. I was ready to run away and never see them again—but clearly, my karma had other plans. Because Tendō walked into the same bathroom as me.

I sighed, knowing a conversation was inevitable.

“Y/N… I didn’t think you’d be here,” he said, trying to act like things were normal—like he didn't do anything to me. But I wasn’t having it.

“Oh? Really? Why’s that? Because my boyfriend and my best friend—who both happen to be on this team—betrayed me?” I snapped, venom dripping from every word.

His eyes widened, probably realizing I was still angry at him. He looked lost for a second, thrown off by my hostility, but still tried to continue the conversation.

“That’s not what you think... I just didn’t know how to tell you. And it wasn’t like that between them...”

“Oh, really?” I crossed my arms, frowning.

“Maybe you could’ve tried saying something like, ‘Your boyfriend is cheating on you. Dump him.’ That would’ve been a good start. And what do you mean it wasn’t like that between them?”

“She was just someone his parents tried to set him up with. He didn’t want to go out with her, but his father forced him...”

“Are you serious right now? Forced him? How do you even force someone into cheating ? You two should join the drama club with all this acting. And if it's the truth, why didn’t he just tell me?”

“I swear it’s the truth! You know how his father is, he can be really persuasive… Besides, Ushijima dumped her after you quit the team.”

I let out a bitter laugh.

“Wow. How nice of him! Dumping his girlfriend after shattering my heart!” My voice was louder than I intended because of the anger I could no longer hold in.

Tendō fell silent, unsure of what to say next. And as if things couldn’t get worse, the bathroom door opened—and Ushijima walked in.

Perfect. Just my luck.

“And here he is! My karma must be really bad.”

They both stared at me. Tendō stayed quiet while Ushijima looked like he was struggling to find the right words. After a painfully long silence, he finally spoke.

“I’m sorry.”

It was simmple, just like him.

“Wow. You’re sorry. And that's supposed to fix everything?” I was fuming. “You don’t get to break someone's heart and just walk back in saying you’re sorry.”

“I mean it. I’m really sorry. I should’ve told you everything back then…” Ushijima’s eyes looked softer, sadder, and I felt my anger dull just a little.

“You know what, I don’t care anymore. It’s already over,” I said quietly, my voice losing its edge. “You can be with whoever you want now…”

I tried to sound convincing. Of course I didn't love him anymore - or so I thought - but he used to be someone who meant so much to me.

“I don’t want anyone but you,” he said, his voice low. “She was a mistake forced on me.”

“You can’t have me anymore,” I whispered. “Maybe we just weren’t meant to be. Sometimes… it’s like that. And we have to accept it.”

And with that, I walked out of the restroom and headed back to the van, tears silently slipping down my cheeks. I knew I shouldn’t cry over him. But you can’t just erase someone who once meant the world to you. Pretending he never mattered would be a lie.

Leaving him behind hurt. But what else could I do?

- 𝐊𝐒

Anyways to the anon that asked I hope you liked it :) Actually it was supposed to be posted yesterday but I forgot lmao

[polyamorousmood]

This person came off anon and we talked a bit more. TL;DR: Our friend here briefly thought they had worked out what is essentially a "don't ask, don't tell" policy wherein they could keep seeing L and V and then S would just never hear about anything even tangentially related. It seems that arrangement lasted only a matter of hours before S walked that back.

S did the right thing in making people aware as soon as she realized that wasn't actually an acceptable solution to her. And that's an absolutely crushing position to be in as the asker, L, and V. Life is full of these cute, fucked up, little catch-22s.

The asker said "None of us felt we could continue knowing it was at her expense…" which is to say, the polycule is off. I have a lot of concerns. I don't think its constructive to lay them all out again here, but refer to the list above and you can see a few that are still very relevant.

My sincerest hope is that S can stabilize, and heal. It is truly incredibly distressing to continue to carry so many feelings over something that happened so long ago, and she deserves peace from that. Once she has her feet under her, I hope she can give some thought as to what she truly believes is fair in this situation, and how she can sustainably work towards that. I expect she doesn't feel great about having to limit your joy like this. But I understand how that might not be possible at this exact moment.

As for advice for the asker. I saw a lot of myself in that short discussion. So I will only say what I wish I had known. We should be willing to sacrifice for loved ones. It in fact is part of the definition for me. But no one - platonic, romantic, or familial - is worth everything. Draw a line in the sand. When is any given person not worth it anymore? It can't be a complete list, of course, and it doesn't have to be related to any of this current stuff, but it should be something plausible to come up with that person. Come up with a couple examples. Hopefully, this exercise feels silly. Hopefully the very thought that they would do something so heinous you'd have to draw a line is so far removed it feels like they wouldn't even be the same person anymore if somehow that happened. But say it anyway. And if it doesn't feel preposterous, if it feels scarily close. . . well, its easier to have already made that decision when it happens. Ahem, please don't ask me how I know.

And that may feel like its targeted at S, but that's only because you've already done it for L and V - you've determined they combined still aren't worth your relationship with S. So now its only fair. But if my hunch is right, and we are similar in our ability to forgive and martyr ourselves for loved ones... it would be good practice to do this for any serious relationship.

My only other note would be that love is not a guarantee. Having to walk away from a relationship very rarely a failure of love. For me, it has always been that I felt love for them just as ardently as ever, but the life path I would have to walk to stay by them wasn't sustainable for me. That's all. That doesn't make it easier, really. But it has made my relationships healthier, at least. (That is, by the way, the exact truth S was referencing when saying she couldn't stay friends if the asker maintained anything romantic with V or L)

my heart goes out. Be kind to yourself and your friends right now, since life is not💟

Fuck...

Ok so, I have a heck of a dilemma here, and I apologize if this is the wrong place to vent/seek advice about this, because the only thing specifically poly about this is the fact that there happens to be a polyam relationship involved here.

But anyways, I have these couple I'm friends with who I've recently started dating. Going to call them... L and V. And I have a best friend who I'll call S. Everyone involved I've known for years now.

Niw things have been going absolutely magically with L and V, I have no problems with the relationship. It's something that kinda started out casual, but may actually be headed in a more serious direction bc the longer we date and talk to each other, the more it really seems like we're falling more and more in love with one another. Communication has also been crystal clear and impeccable, probably my only complaint is how far away they live lol.

Now um, the issue however, is my best friend... S.

I went to celebrate the news with her shortly after this all began... and she told me a pretty awful story about some stuff that V did to her. I will spare the details, but essentially this was sexual harassment and bullying, and it had a very profound effect on her...

Now, I would have broken off the relationship then and there... However, the tricky thing about this is it happened when they were like 14. Nearly a decade ago. So long ago that V literally had a different name and pronouns back then.

She is not the same person she was when she did these things, and she hasn't been for years and years.

It seems wildly unfair to her to judge her for this behavior, which is so disconnected from the person I know her as today. Additionally having spoken with L about this, she confirmed that having known about this story, she has kept an eye out through the years the two of them have been dating, and she can corroborate this with her own observations and judgement, which I trust immensely.

Yet at the same time, I can completely understand S's feelings on the matter and why she wouldn't want to forgive her for what happened, it would also be unfair to her to dismiss these feelings when they clearly hold have had such a profound effect on her.

(Like, I was real piece of shit too when I was 14... I would feel so distraught to have that brought back up against me now as a different person, but ar the same time I would understand why someone I hurt back then wouldn't want to speak to me.)

Now, at first it seemed like it may be possible to thread the needle here.

I talked this out with each of them, and I established some formal rules and boundaries to keep V away from S, and make sure my relationship here doesn't bring them into contact with each other. V even quite graciously volunteered unprompted to step away completely from all of our mutual friends.

And for a time S seemed satisfied with this, it seemed like we could move forward.

But now that some more time has passed she's come to me again, and appears to be changing her mind. She seems upset with me for having continued with this relationship, and is now stating that she doesn't think she can continue to be friends with someone in a relationship with L or V.

And, frankly I just feel exhausted about this whole situation at this point.

I've skipped over a good amount here but I've been thinking about and discussing this for weeks now and just, fuck....

I really don't want to have to choose between these relationships...

S and I have been best friends for years now, and my relationship with her is one of the most precious in my life. I love her immensely.

Meanwhile what's been happening with L and V has felt like a dream come true, I've also been friends with them for years, and I feel so happy with them, and I also love them quite dearly. It feels like exactly the sort of thing I've needed in my life for a while now and I just, I feel, almost angry that events have transpired such that this joy is being ripped away from me,,, (even though I that this not the crux of the issue).

I feel like if it really comes down to it, I need to pick S, because then I at least get to keep L and V as friends. But honestly it just feels like such an impossible situation. Even if I did that I don't know how I can just, put away my feelings for them like that all of a sudden...

To complicate matters even further, some additional points I didn't really know how to fit in:

- S has also been experiencing a pretty severe mental health crisis at the moment, unrelated to the present issue. Her emotions and intensity towards these issues seems to vacillate quite dramatically day to day, which makes engaging with this make me feel nervous and unpredictable.

- L and S are also exes, though this relationship was brief and it happened years ago. It ended on terms which I would describe as neither amicable nor acrimonious, with neither party really at fault.

- V does not dispute that this happened, but does have what seem like very plausible objections to some of the details in S's account.

- I have also been in a bit of a bit of a mental health episode with some of my own issues, as I write this I'm going through a couple different med withdrawals because I lost track of my prescriptions, had a bout of substance abuse the other day (which is unusual for me), and generally just kinda feel like shit, I am not just emotionally exhausted because of this, but from my own issues, and actual physical exhaustion. I feel nervous to engage at the present moment, because I'm not in a great headspace but S also clearly seems to want to talk and I've already been deferring that conversation, I don't want her to feel like I'm ignoring her.

I just feel so fucking lost... I don't want to lose anyone... and my plate is already so full with my own neuroses and fuckups, I just feel... Numb.

Yeah, that's A Lot. I'm sorry all this is weighing on you, and being overwhelmed is absolutely the normal response. 🫂

I'm gonna keep it real with you, man, I'm not able to tell you what to do here. What I will do, though, is raise some points I think you should consider moving forward. I hope it helps you sort through everything.

Can you handle this right now? Frankly, it sounds like maybe the answer is "no". If so, are you able to take a step back? Can you go a stretch of time without talking to either "side" while you get your bearings and stabilize yourself? Do you have a therapist or very strong support system outside of S, L, and V? If not, you need to get that set up yesterday

Will whatever you choose be permanent? Since you think S is more sensitive to this than usual, is it possible to step back from one side or the other for a while while S stabilizes? (Also how long will that take and can you handle it?) Then look at reintroducing or ramping back up whichever the other one was when S is better equipped to deal with that?

Can you talk to S openly? Can she help you understand why its so hard on her even with the limits you've already put in place? Have you explained that while you understand S was seriously hurt she has no mandate to get over that, it also feels incredibly unfair for you, a party who was not involved, to hold something a decade old over the head of someone else, and that it feels unfair you're being forced to choose sides in that? If you can't now, will you ever?

Spinning off of that, how will it impact your friendship with S that she put you in this situation? Especially if you're not able to talk it through with her about how shitty if feels for you. As much I consider myself a gracious person, I personally would absolutely hold a grudge against that friend forever despite my best efforts. You said you felt you'd "have" to choose S if it actually came down to it, but would that even save the friendship with S? I'd hate for you to choose that and then have your own resentment spoil the friendship anyway, but maybe you're a much stronger person than I am in that regard.

How you feel about sneaking? Don't get me wrong, this is no one's first choice, and this is not necessarily a recommendation. Could you pull it off to keep L and V your dirty little secret? Do you want to? Would they? Can what S doesn't know hurt her?

What are the odds S is okay (and stays okay) with you staying friends with L and V? Has S said explicitly that was okay, or does she expect you to cut off contact when/if you stop dating them? If she is okay with you staying friends, can she explain what that difference is and why it matters to her? Might her feelings on that change like her feelings on you dating them (or something akin to dating them) did? What do you do then?

How are V and L doing with all this? How understanding will they be to your choices?

Will your choice, whatever that may be, set a precedent? Do you like the precedent it sets? Are you prepared to deal with future issues under the precedent you'd be setting now?

Lastly. There is a lot of potential progress that could be made by S talking directly to V and clearing the air. It sounds like V would be willing to apologize for a lot of stuff, and maybe closure could be had. But it also has the potential to go very bad, and fast. With S being less than stable, it might not even be something you want to float by her. But I have rarely seen things get 100% resolved without that, anecdotally, so if its not an option, be prepared to buckle down for the long haul. If that is an option, consider a moderator, and make sure that moderator is someone other than you or L.

Okay. Breath time. That's a lot, so take a sec here to regroup. Do something to reset. Get a drink 🧃 or wash your face🧑🚿 or image search "hamsters in hats"🐹👒. Like for real. The rest of this answer will still be here when you get back.

Once you're refreshed... I do have a little bit of actual advice. Its not the core problem, but in my experience, these will be integral to preventing additional spiraling. I'm tired of the bullet format, so I'm going to try each point in its own font. If that doesn't work with your eyes, maybe copy/paste into a notepad or notes app and it should make it all the default font.

Do not talk shit on S with V&L and vice versa. Find a neutral third party to vent to. If all your friends are involved, get a new one or a therapist. Do not vent to one about the other. When you have to tell them about something, prep them that you will be doing so, keep your tone neutral, and own your decisions. For example, you will NOT say "S is making me break up with you" to L or V. You MAY say "Its very hard on S for me to be seeing you right now, so I am considering taking a step back from both of you."

Try not to let shit fester. That is very difficult when you've got to balance another's precarious mental health (ask me how I know. Actually, please don't). But if you're fucked up by something, you have a right to respectfully discuss it with the relevant person. If you're going to be mad or hurt, it will make things worse long term if you never say something. That shit earns compound interest (please don't ask me how I know) so you gotta make sure you pay it off quick. If you consider something a sacrifice, the other person should know, and they should show you some amount of gratitude for making that sacrifice. Watch yourself if you're the type to lose your temper that it doesn't slide into berating, guilt-tripping, etc. But you can and should talk about how its affecting you.

Let people know ahead of time, when you can, what things are likely from you in what situations. "I may have a few days of radio silence if I get overwhelmed," for example. This applies not just to L, V, and S, but your other friends as well.

The End

Those are the big points. There are always a lot of things to juggle when its messy like this, so you'll have to forgive me if I overlooked something. You'll also of course have to use your own judgement. In addition to my normal "see your therapist" reminder, I feel the need to add in this case: you don't have to be suicidal to utilize your crisis line of choice📞. You can call just for emotional crisis, or if you're considering using, or if someone ELSE is in an emotional crisis and you don't know how tf to deal with it. I'm not gonna plug any particular hotline here, because its very easily googlable, but I recommend choosing one to have saved in your phone, even if you're sure you'll never use it.

And with that out of the way, let me once again offer you my condolences. Its a shitty place to find yourself, and resolving the situation will also probably be stressful. But that doesn't mean its eternal. It will be over with eventually, one way or another, and you will stand on the other side. So deep breath. Godspeed and Good Luck. 🫂🍀

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There is a very long winded and stupid rant ahead that will make me sound like a chronically online dumbass, but I desperately need to get this off my chest.

(Spoilers for the 7th comic and some lengthy bullshit ahead)

So, why does it piss me off whenever people refer to Zephaniah Mann as the Administrator’s ex husband?

I know people usually say it in a joking context, but it really rubs me the wrong way. Let me explain

The writers went out of their way to portray Zephaniah as a monster. Even though we never truly know what happened, we know that he effectively ruined Helen’s life. To the point where she dedicated her life to destroying him

By the time of Zephaniah’s death, he was no longer the man who killed her parents. He became the pit in Helen’s stomach, the hatred she felt towards others, and the life she never got to live. Helen had lost the one man she dedicated her life to destroying, along with her only reason to live.

Once Helen learned about the regenerative qualities of australium, she was able to bring Zephaniah back. Along with this was a promise of another chance, and more time to torture him

This torment became Helen’s reason to live. She kept expanding her operation, involving more innocent people and furthering her path of distruction all hoping that someday she might be happy, but it was never enough

So why the hell do people call Zephaniah Helen’s ex husband? Was it because she raised his children? No. She planned to smother them in their sleep, plus she raised them to be incompetent. Was it because she was his housemaid? No. A heartless man who only cares about himself and the women who hates his guts don’t fall in love just because they’re in a house together

Once again I know people usually say this in a joking context, but I genuinely feel like it comes from a place of misogyny. Like the idea that a man and a woman HAVE TO be in love despite the obvious reasons they have to hate each other just gives me an ick that I can’t describe

Helen hated this man. She killed him, and then raised him from the dead just so she can torment him. The idea that love or romance or even sex would be involved just feels incredibly gross to me. Plus it seems so unfair to Helen as a character because it completely diminishes so much of her motivations. Turning a story of loss, depression, and addiction into “crazy woman cant get over her ex 🤪” just feels so weird and takes away from the actual message of the story

Also he fucking killed her parents lol

Alright yap sesh over. I know its not that serious and ofc y’all are allowed to have whatever headcannons you please, I just knew that I would only be able to stop thinking about it once I said something

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It's my right to tell myself I can do just a little animation just for fun just for really quick to do some action and then spend 3 days straight on it

[taigarrryen]

You know these tropes in stories where if you lose your soulmate you're left forever yearning for something just out of your reach, forever searching for something you can never find? That's me, JRWI Riptide is my soulmate. Send post

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Louis' "You're boring!" Could mean so many things, but I think what's most apparent about that line is that Armand takes no initiative just for himself. He's not really anybody, because he never goes out and finds himself or gets attached to anyone but Louis. Without Louis as his guide he's literally just sitting on a couch picking lint! That's the thing.

He orbits constantly around what would make Louis happy, and never really fully going what would make me happy? Ultimately that drive to please Louis is what drives him to torturing Daniel, not so much that he'd care to just do it. Ultimately, not giving proper care to Louis is just a way to make sure Louis knows he has to orbit around him as well, with shoving Lestat onto him just that other nail on the coffin. So, even if he fails to figure out how to make Louis happy with him, he still knows what Armand is good for, and better than.

That dependency is what drives Armand's abuse. It really just comes down to that. Armand doesn't even realize how suffocated he is by his own dependency. This is just how life is to him. (It shouldn't be lost either that dependency is a theme considering this episode also deals with addiction).

Daniel's fascinating because he's just so driven to be somebody. He's largely independent, he seeks things because he wants them. It's his drug to poke and prod at all the things that he shouldn't. Daniel's exciting because he lets Louis in to something different, lets him in to all this potential in another person that he can also do the same with for himself. It's a real connection. A two way street. It's easy to tell how Armand can be smothering then because he's never introducing him to anything really new, and most the ways both of them connect are all painful and traumatic. It's never just fun because there's always that layer of that pain. Fun died with Claudia.

50 years on they've gotten to a lot better place, both of them, but it's still that same shit. No seriously, "How is this any different from last time, Louis?"

Well... Because Armand's going to be, at the very least, making one [1] decision only for himself - and that's to hold power over Daniel's life. Fucking sick foreshadowing.

They aren't driving each other to the brink anymore but "The vampire is bored" STILL. Maybe it's even worse, despite being in better places, because Louis' sort of just been defeated by it. (I mean, can he even really leave this either?). He's accepting the dependancy cause he kind of has to. He'd literally ended up letting all the enjoyment be up where he can't reach [The book shelves]. Armand so desperately wants Louis happiness but what really ends up happening is that Louis ends up having to give Armand all his own. He's got no one or anything else to get it from. But like an iPad and an over the top eating ritual. Two extremes of what's just more lint picking.

This whole relationship is one I find just tragic inside and out. You have to just pity it, really. There's ways in which you can find yourself feeling bad for both of them. But you can only really be mad at Armand for any of it. Armand, who isn't even 'free' in any sense, having so little concept of his own independence, but is at the same time so controlling over other's. It's a tragic cycle. It's an infuriating one.

Louis at least has the mind to know when enough is enough. If just needing that extra push to get there. Armand's too scared of it being over to even try.

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I always love your posts about THK and your recently pinned post and another one about Style yearning for skinship are just *chef's kiss*. So thank you for your analysis!

I saw some comments on tumblr that Style was acting as if he's sad and playing Fadel and I just could NOT agree, so I was glad to see your post. My opinion on Style's crying scene is I don't think Style meant to cry at first, but his emotions sort of overwhelmed him while he was talking. I think he definitely uses his cheerful disassocation with reality to deal with fear and he was just going to tell his message to his dad just in case, perhaps in a more lighthearted way, but he remembered about his mom and the reality of potential death hit him fully because his mother's death must be the closest death he'd experienced in his life. And when Fadel asked him if he was crying he just said Duh and wasn't fully crying, but after Fadel told him to stop the sob story, he turned back and the tears really started flowing. When I saw that I could really relate to him because that's how I usually act too- act nonchalant to hide my real feelings. Style wasn't planning to get emotional and then got mocked for it - and he was also denied his s*xual advances/skinship earlier too- that must've felt really hurtful to him.

As much as the scene hurts, I'm glad to see this was not cut because even cheerful, positive people like Style really gets down sometimes and people don't really understand this, even in real life! I was kind of like this when younger and had some people tell me they can't imagine me feeling sad or nervous. So seeing Style's rare serious and emotional side in the story is really made me kind of acknowledged? When I started watching this show, I didn't think I would get this attached to this character. He's like a ray of sunshine, very pure in his beliefs and quite fiercely loyal too (might be weird to say when he was complicit but he is actually loyal to both Kant and Fadel to the best of his ablities IMO) and the actor/Dunk is absolutely killing this role! Not just the crying scene in this episode, but Dunk's comedic timing in delivering the one liners is SO GOOD he manages to make me laugh every single episode so far.

Lovely anon, oh thank you for sharing so vulnerably about how you related to Style in that scene. I really agree with you that Style wasn't putting on an act to fool Fadel. I'm very surprised to hear that anyone still thinks Style is playing Fadel at this point?? O_O I don't think anything he does this episode is an act anymore -- even when he propositions Fadel with a shirt tossed into his face, there's clear and genuine intent behind it:

There's so much going on in this look. The gentle fondness as he gazes back at Fadel, the way the look seeks to communicate affection even as Fadel is glaring back in anger and frustration. But there's acceptance too, like he understands why Fadel is keeping his walls up, he understands why Fadel feels he deserves some of this harshness and he will let Fadel take the time he needs to come to whatever conclusions he wants to as long as Fadel does so with the understanding that Style's love for him is genuine.

Because at the end of the day the only thing Style really doesn't want is for Fadel to make his choice (to forgive or to cut Style off) thinking that Style's feelings are still a lie. I think that's the crux of the problem between them now: Fadel is pushing Style away because he is certain Style’s feelings aren’t true, and have never been true, but Style knows his own heart and understands the fundamental shift inside him that occurred over the course of their relationship.

Which is why I think Style is genuine in everything he’s showing Fadel now. Even if he didn’t mean to cry, I think his worry for his dad is very real. And I think the reason why he brings it up with Fadel is that Style is done hiding anything from him now. It’s not about manipulation, nor is it an attempt to make Fadel feel guilty. But he's taking everything Fadel is giving to him incredibly seriously and part of that is facing the possibility that Fadel may decide to kill him at the end after all. And that's... scary; hell its terrifying and heartbreaking and Style has understandable guilt related to how losing him after losing his mother is going to affect his dad.

And actually what you're saying about "cheerful and positive people like Style" also sometimes feeling down is such an important aspect of understanding Style's character. Because we can only really understand the weight of Style’s love for Fadel if we see him in all his multifaceted complexity: Style has suffered, Style understands the pain of loss but has learned to find joy in his life in the process of dealing with his mother’s passing. Styles cheerfulness and positively is not a sign of his immaturity or lack of complexity but rather evidence of a inner strength and determination to find meaning in life beyond the sadness. After my dad passed, it took me nearly 4 years to even get to a point where I began to want to want to find pockets of happiness. There was so much about me at the time time bound up in my feelings of loss and sadness and the ache of missing my dad, the unfairness of it all. Style is-- Style is so very precious to me.

And something I found really poignant is how Fadel and Style have such opposing methods of dealing with grief and fear. Fadel hides from it, runs from it, builds up walls and remains ever vigilante so he'll never be vulnerable again, while Style faces his grief and his fear head on. Style takes his fear out and holds it in the palm of his hand and in the process - like you said - maybe found himself more overwhelmed then he expected, but he allows himself the space to cry because he also sees that its important in the moment. And he invites Fadel into that vulnerability with him. That's insane to me -- Style's love for Fadel means that even when Fadel has a gun to his head and is the source of his fear, Fadel is always orientated on the INSIDE to Style.

To extend the allegory, the difference between them is that Fadel's love made him invite Style inside his walls as an outsider, but Style's love makes Fadel already part of him. Fadel doesn't need an invitation because at no point in episode 8 did Style ever treat Fadel as anything but an extension of his own heart.

So yeah, I'm so with you about being grateful for the scene. I think it maybe could have been shot differently (for instance, I kind of wish they'd just let Dunk do his thing and sell the moment without having that background music 180 degree shift), but I adore it for what it shows us about Style and the way he thinks and feels, and most of all the way Fadel is oriented in his heart.

[yuukei-yikes]

dude i'm sorry for all the kanoshin posting but like the way shintaro immediately forgives kano for telling him as ayano how it was all his fault. what shintaro went through was so awful he lost all his friends and his Best friend committed suicide after apparently saying "it's YOUR fault for never noticing" like that shit does irreparable damage to ur well being bro. for all this time shintaro thought it was HIS FAULT that ayano killed herself

and when kano admits it was him who said that shintaro doesn't isolate it from everything else kano was going through at that moment, so he doesn't hold it against him and he forgives him so easily. and that bit is from shintaro's pov so when we switch back to kano and he's so guilty and sort of in disbelief shintaro doesn't hate him. sorry that entire part with kano's pov in the seventh novel reads SO extremely romantic towards shintaro it's crazy. maybe i'm just gay but "he used to smile at my sister in a different way than he'd smile for everyone else. now he's smiling at me just like that" girl. EXCUSE ME. i didnt even care about kanoshin when i first read the seventh novel btw and i was still like oh so kano's into him. got it.

like shintaro's the victim to probably the most cruel thing kano's ever done to someone and he FORGIVES HIM so for kano who hates himself it's like. something something he sees me at my worst and still has the nerve to be kind to me. something something.

and in between all that there's kido and mary like god shintaro ur so lameeee, and kano in his mind is like i think he's cool actually.... im not saying it out loud though. he's down so bad for him it's so funny because it switches from all those convoluted guilty feelings to kano sort of twiling his hair like omg he's so heroic. and it's kind of endearing

kano's crush on shintaro is infuriatingly well written it's crazy. and it's even crazier that it's by accident and then u read the stuff not written directly by jin like the anthologies and the manga and instead they go for the weird incest shit, it's so jarring lol. and i'm not saying jin intended for it to be romantic. in fact it seems to me at least like jin thinks haruka and shintaro are the gayest ones?? just from how he jokes around and stuff. but it's funny how he wrote all that for kano but NOOOO kano's like such a flirt with women he's totally a lady's man. what's REALLY gay is haruka and shintaro crying in front of each other. can u imagine, boys... crying and being vulnerable with each other... hahhh so gay!!! girl maybe but RIGHT before that u wrote haruka going on about how he realizes he's into takane romantically precisely because HE'S NOT into shintaro romantically. like it is very much a point he makes. sorry that was a side tangent. anyways.

[br1ghtestlight]

*thinking to myself* bobs burgers is like the simpsons if it was earnest and also if it was good.....

[gaminegay]

talking bout drugs

I hate sounding like the teenager your mom warned you about bc i am SO not immune to addiction (and I am trying to be super duper careful at least now I am) but it makes sense doesn't it.

I did drug, my brain got 1 (one!!) night where there wasn't a chemical cocktail of sadness and fear being pumped into it every single minute (and actually fun and pleasant and relaxed chemicals instead), and now a week later I just kinda feel lighter and more relaxed. I'm not fixed and this is very temporary, but at least for a little while I remember a really good night where I had no worries or pains and everything felt good and looked really good. I felt good about my body and I could talk myself up without the reflexive self-diminishing shame that follows the admittance that sometimes you're a cool person!! And doing good makes you feel good! And I got more physically close with my friend than ive been with almost any other person (besides my ex) and it changes nothing in our relationship so im never worried. I actually kinda feel like that's what human relationships should be like, if religion and misogyny hadn't ruined the concept of the human body.

I don't remember the last time I got a break from myself like that for more than like, a few good minutes, since before The Great Depression. And like they're considering a lot of these drugs as therapy for depression and PTSD and anxiety and all that, and I can see it! just reminding the brain that it's POSSIBLE to operate differently is huge.

And there's not even a hangover. As long as you have 4 gatorades around.

[cookies-after-dark]

Hey want some hurt to comfort stuff I got based off the idea of black sapphire thinking of ruining y/n's life in that one post? Well had an idea:

Imagine if y/n was already depressed before meeting them...and already isolated, alone, bad thoughts...no rumors spread about them and stuff but just say y/n doesn't like looking themselves in the mirror...cue shadow milk one day plucking them up and black sapphire meets them too and notices how y/n is already broken...wonder how black sapphire would react to that lol...a depressed reader lol!

Uh well. I will be honest with you anon, depression has a very heavy connotation to it and this is mostly an unserious porn blog; any heavy topics I talk about (toxic relationships, unhealthy dynamics, everything about yandere) is done in a sexual manner. I'm willing to write about fluff and comfort but I don't think this is the place to talk about straight up depression (at least I'M not really comfortable writing about mental disorders/mental illnesses on a porn sideblog).

Sorry about that, just my personal boundary.

[aggressiveguitarnoises]

how to celebrate ur birthday or other holidays alone as a choice without making everyone concerned and offended