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I think today is the first time I've ever been told that I've tried really hard to advocate for myself. I'm very anxious and sometimes I can't speak (which may be related to my autism? not sure), so I always feel like part of the reason people treat me the way they often do is because I don't advocate for myself properly or "enough".
But my therapist told me today that he thinks it sounds like I've tried really hard and in proper ways too. I'm just dealing with lowkey shitty people. (He didn't say the last part but I think its true and also his face is kind of expressive so I don't think he'd disagree.)
I've never heard that before though and it feels good? to hear? Part of me knows that even if I was the world's shittiest self-advocate, I wouldn't deserve any of this but hearing that I'm not is still reassuring in a way I didn't know I needed. I'm not absurdly bad at telling people what I need or setting boundaries; people just aren't listening to me.
#punkstyle#trauma recovery#abuse recovery#ok to reblog#as always#it was just a nice moment#he told me we can brainstorm different ways to advocate next time#and see if that helps anything#but also that working on recognizing and processing the...#grief/trauma that comes with being so consistently ignored#and purposefully misunderstood#will be something to undertake as well#whether a change in advocacy works or not#which is nice to hear#hes doesn't speak as much as my last therapist#which leaves me anxiously filling the silence sometimes#but he's actually better i think#when he does speak it means more ig#and he takes a fuckton of notes lol#therapy
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Someone is purposefully misunderstanding me and my words on instagram about a complex issue and I am being so brave about it
#they accused me of tone policing and implied that I want nothing but civility politics#no I just would rather have a plan beyond âSMASH!!!! RIP AND TEAR AND KILL THE BAD PEOPLE!!!!â#i want systemic rehaul. I want reform and restructuring.#I DONâT want more people getting killed.#and if we donât have a plan beyond âBURN IT ALL DOWN!!!!!!â then people are fucking going to die.#theyâre not worth my time. theyâre not worth my time. I repeat through gritted teeth#the autism wants to perseverate and ruminate and I am going NO#we are HAVING A GOOD NIGHT#they PURPOSEFULLY MISUNDERSTOOD YOU AND DECIDED TO BOIL YOUR ARGUMENT DOWN INCORRECTLY#and they are NOT WORTH YOUR TIME!!!
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"We should stop thinking in terms of 'compensatory education' but consider, instead, most seriously and systematically the conditions and contexts of the educational environment.
The very form our research takes tends to confirm the beliefs underlying the organization, transmission and evaluation of knowledge by the school. Research proceeds by assessing the criteria of attainment that schools hold, and then measures the competence of different social groups in reaching these criteria. We take one group of children, whom we know beforehand possess attributes favourable to school achievement; and a second group of children, whom we know beforehand lack these attributes. Then we evaluate one group in terms of what it lacks when compared with another. In this way research unwittingly underscores the notion of deficit and confirms the status quo of a given organization, transmission and, in particular, evaluation of knowledge. Research very rarely challenges or exposes the social assumptions underlying what counts as valid knowledge, or what counts as a valid realization of that knowledge."
- Basil Bernstein, Education Cannot Compensate for Society, in Education for Democracy (2nd ed., 1972)
#teaching tag#basil bernstein#education for democracy#quotes#education cannot compensate for society#1972#published around the same time Bernstein was writing his first books on language codes (he's better remembered now as a linguist than for#his contributions to the sociology of educationâ altho there's naturally a pretty broad overlap) and that features fairly heavily#in this paper; in particular he cites a fascinating experiment in which children from different social economic backgrounds were#asked to describe the actions in a purely pictorial storyâ with a marked contrast between the kids from working class homes#(whose descriptions were shortâ specific and required the context of the images to be understood by an outsider) and those#from privileged homes (whose descriptions were elaborate enough that the story could be understood without reference to the images)#Bernstein is very clear that this has no indicator of intelligence or ability; he's correctly identifying a difference in forms of#communicationâ particularly between different class typesâ something that would become more or less his life's work in research#he also finds time to condemn the then novel and nearly universal habit of streamlining in schoolsâ and his words are brushed with anger#but that's perhaps understandable; as he himself writesâ his own research had played some small part in the adoption of the process#despite his insistence that his work was being misunderstood at best or purposefully misused at worst#his ideas were fairly radical in 72 but with the hindsight of time he was simply displaying an empathy and#commitment to a duty of care for studentsâ of all levels and abilitiesâ that was demonstrably lacking then (and all too often now)
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why does posting literally anything on twitter give me so. So much pressure and actually make my Anxiety worse. i think i need a break lol
#slash rhetorical#but the issue i have w/ being afraid to talk or post anyth abt myself Other than art#is Extremely intensified there for me#i do wanna break the habit of Only Posting Art Never Talking just to spite the idea that i'm viewed as anything but human. But#I Can't Do It With Twitter. I Can't sorry but i can't cope w/ potentially being misunderstood & people purposefully being mean or weird GRG#ceph.txt
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@hotelbitches replied to your post âno munday memes for this bitch, if anyone wants to...â:
drapes myself over ur back. tell me allllllllllllll about urself
âA little over a week ago I was at work helping this fundraiser for a radio station and it was in a church. Now my dyke ass was raised religious so I take a step in there and immediately feel anxious like some priest is gonna five nights at freddy's jumpscare me so he can preach at my face. Apparently, it's no longer being used as a church but has been repurposed as a community center, so technically God has left the building, but there's fuckoff tall ceilings with rafters and shitty lighting and stained glass so it still feels very much like a church.
And I'm sitting here feeling small in this big building and a little lonely because I'm helping with the aguas frescas (they're very delicious fruit drinks idk how much y'all know) and that's basically not happening until the guests arrive and it's in the corner so it's away from everything in a currently empty venue. And I want OUT of the sanctuary so I decide to go looking around to find anyone who needs help in the meantime.
Right in the hallway, stained glass Jesus is perched looking down it and maybe he hears my prayers bc someone in there needs help with the silent auction. So I'm listening to them explaining things and wondering when the 'I need help' part is gonna come in when another intern shows up behind me, obviously not willing to interrupt. The guy finishes his spiel and the other intern very politely leans in to whisper 'Is that what I think it is?'. I look on the table and, being generally oblivious, point to the first thing I see-- a basket of wine, as if a basket of wine would actually prompt such a question. They shake their head no and point, so I follow their finger and see a bunch of lotion-looking bottles scattered in one spot on the table and a few boxes.
'Surely it can't be' I think. But it can. It is. In the hallway with stained glass Jesus staring down at us are three vibrators and a bunch of lube, waiting to be bidded on. We are basically children, so we are holding in our laughter at seeing a sex thing as the adults-- of which one half of the two is my boss-- talk. They finish up, my boss turns around and goes 'Oh, those are sex toys' and we burst out laughing.
She asks if we should take a picture for our union's IG, us with the sex toys and stained glass Jesus in the background. The other intern says no before I can say yes.
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I hate school so much
#I'm crying rn bc this is so fucking frustrating#I hate English sepcifically#Bc she purposefully words a question so it can be easily misread or misunderstood#and the whole point of the class is banking on the assumption you're smart enough to read it the way they want you to#and I'm not fucking smart enough and I misread a question and got it wrong and its fucking#I'm so upset bc I sent the teacher an email in a fit of frustration and then I showed my mom and she was just like#âNah u misread it that's why u got it wrongâ#and now I'm left to feel stupid and horrified that I emailed the teacher bc now she's just going to think I'm stupid too#oh my god I hate this#And the teacher just emails me back with the snarkiest response ever#like âno u stupid fuck read the questionâ basically#Jesus Christ I hate this I hate everything
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you found out today that a phrase you have used before was coined by an abusive man. this felt like getting your teeth taken out. it made you sick and sad and tired, but not surprised.
bad people tell you to be careful when you talk badly of bad men, that it could "ruin" a life. you had your life ruined by a bad man, not that it ever matters to them. your real life having real consequences is not valued as highly as the potential of his future.
this has always been a frustrating little mathematics problem for you. you've missed school and had to call out sick at work and had panic attacks that lasted for weeks. it stole sleep and food and friends from you. you cried in public, fucked your relationships up. and the whole time: your present has never mattered so much as the great what if! of his future. like - one life (your life) is already ruined, should we really ruin two?
so you live with the consequences and he doesn't, and that's just like, something you need therapy for. you once discussed this with one of your friends over coffee. she chewed the wooden stirrer, looked off into the distance. "once i became a victim, everything that happens to me afterward is automatically less interesting in the eyes of the general public. it is always about him. he changed my identity. to survivor. to statistic. meanwhile this whole time - i am a person."
you learned in college that three out of five of your favorite artists and authors were actually abusive assholes. these days, you are no longer surprised. oh, is that what was happening behind closed doors? of course it was, he was a "genius," and she was just a girl. you are talking about him in art history, so obviously his career was absolutely ruined, for eternity. that's what happens, right? they strike your name from the record and refuse to remember you? nobody really knows her name, but hey. that's what you get for being close to celebrity.
you got into an argument about it, which was a bad argument, because it made you cry. he said what, you want us to just ignore all the things this man did because he made a few women uncomfortable? and you'd balled your fists up and choked on it. later, in bed, you agonized over the response you'd been trying to articulate but never found the right moment to deploy: you are ignoring what any person could do if they weren't being fucking abused. maybe her talents far exceeded his and she was just never allowed to fucking use them. maybe we only see genius in white men because they purposefully fucking squash and silence any other people with talent.
but you'd cried about it instead of saying that, because you are the cost. you are the talent and potential that he took. you used to be brave and smart and clever and unafraid. like a lich, he stole years of your life.
quiet on set made you sad and sick and tired, but not surprised. unfortunately, one of the things he said was true: an entire network of people allowed it to continue. this is not news to you, because you have seen entire networks of people make the same fucking excuses when the same thing or-worse happened to you. and your particular story isn't even in hollywood. it was just a guy. it was still difficult getting people to stand up for you.
you and your friend wait in line for your coffee. like a standup joke, one man turns to the other and says "can't wait for every bitch to come crawling out of the woodwork complaining about harassment. it's another metoo." and you think - oh, that's the network. your boss tucks her hair back and whispers that while your skirt is cute, you're giving the boys the wrong idea. that's the network. when you'd told your "friend" about what happened, she'd said oh you must have misunderstood, that would never happen. and that's the network.
you woke up this morning panting, because years later you still have panic attacks. oh, it's not a network, actually, it's a web. and you, little moth: are you still surprised you're caught in it?
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#âis this⊠a love bite, darling?â
âyou have a hickey⊠or is it really?
CHARACTERS. Al-Haitham, Ayato, Childe, Kaeya, Kazuha, Tighnari, Wanderer/Scaramouche, Xiao
THEMES. mostly crack, slightly suggestive, fluff (mentions of scenting on Tighnariâs but itâs for the laughs anyway); has a few curses here and there
NOTES. IâM BACK !!! havenât written this much for⊠weeks? i think itâs been a month or two. i hope i did not rusted out but hey enjoy~ also, happy birthday ayato yay
XIAO knew very well that he had mostly been absent these daysâactually, for most of the days. It is true, but he did try to give you as much time as he could whilst not overlooking his duty to Liyue.
This time, you tried to play a prank on him (well, you did miss him a lot), and it was a suggestion from your friend⊠yep, it is certainly not the boss of your Yakshaâs god who is probably now awaiting for the news of how your lover will react on that small mark on your neck.
âWhat is the meaning of this?â his voice looms over all of a sudden.
âXiao!â You jump for a second, surprised at how fast he had gotten in the room when you had just barely uttered his name aloud. Your surprise strengthens even more as his spear falls to the side and he steps forward to your form, eyes trained on your neck, with a hand raising carefully-
âWhat⊠happened to yourâŠâ he trails off, raising his eyes to meet yours, âwhy are you hurt? Did⊠did someone do this to you?â
You could tell that he was this close to speed off to try and find anyone who could have possibly caused such a mark in your (delicate) skinâah!
âN-no, I mean⊠I justâŠâ you bit your lip, I just scratched it⊠a bit too much, I suppose,â you then took his raised hand (that was too fearful to even touch you), and smiled gently his way. âDonât worry about it too much, love.â
The tension on his shoulders ease up, but you could tell he was still worried with the frown on his lips and the concern in his eyes.
âI see⊠should I ask for an ointment? Yes, I probably should⊠Iâll be back in a moment.â
ââââââââââ · · · · ê°âĘê±â
The WANDERERâs eyes immediately zero into your neck.
Was he forgetting something?
Did something happen last night??
Did he perhaps accidentally do something that-
âHey, whatâs on your mind, love?â youâd try to get him to spit it out-but nope, he wouldnât say a single thing about it.
Youâd probably think he was all jealous and shit, but this prick actually misunderstood it!
âNo, itâs nothing,â he hurriedly dismisses you, looking away with a small blush on his cheeks, âitâs just⊠do you not have a scarf?! Itâs cold nowadays. Canât have you sneezing right in front of my face.â
He immediately tries to get a hold of a scarfâno matter whose it is.
âBut itâs not cold in Sumeru at all!â
âOh, is it? Then still wear it. The sun might damage your skin, can't have you complaining about it.â
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TIGHNARI, for one, is naturally someone who does not shy away when words need to be said. A very straightforward one, you need not be told as you already knew very much. So when the time came that you suddenly had a mark on your neck (that you did not know where it came from) and it looks very much like a love bite that someone would give to a person they like, he was already by your side in a heartbeat.
âHm, I do not think I quite recall giving such a mark on you, darling,â heâd whisper next to your ear as he so nonchalantly brushes away the piece of clothing that tried to hide the markâbut it wasnât enough, it appears⊠or so you made it to be.
âNari, I-â
âHuh? What was that?â Heâd cut you off purposefully, an arm around your waist. And all of a sudden, he was all over you, probably scenting you like a madman until he realizes it was all fake and heâd pretend nothing happened in the past few minutes when everyone and you saw how he reacted not too long ago.
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KAZUHA is a sly little piece of shit. He does not ask you anything about it until he gets close enough to examine them. Would very much know what you would think before you could even think about it (sometimes he has his friend, the wind, tell him about it, what a weirdo right), and he would call you out in a way that would not be too direct, sometimes, it would even take you a while to realize that he was trying to communicate to you something and he would just be very patient about it.
âDove, I think you have something on your neck,â heâd probably say, and youâd stiffen as you thought he caught on to your act⊠but heâd just flash you a sweet smile as he raises⊠a leaf.
A fucking leaf.
Where in Teyvat did that even come from?!
âI suppose even nature loves the feeling of your skin, my love.â
Nope! He definitely has you all figured out and is just trying to make your skin crawl⊠well, two can play the game, right?
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KAEYA would know what a love bite would look like, especially when itâs from him and on you.
And this one on you? Well, it doesnât even look like a hickey.
Ah, he would think, he gets it now.
One look was all it took for him to find out, and one look was all it took for you to find out what was in his mind as well. With this, you would begin to think of ways to try and not let him get you alone, but you soon realized that even if you two were with friends or in a public setting, this man would not stop at anything⊠to tease you back.
âWhat is it, dear? Donât tell me⊠youâre giving up now, are you? Come on, you have my whole attention. What is it that you want from me?â
ââââââââââ · · · · ê°âĘê±â
CHILDE would also very much know what his hickey looks likeâand this one is definitely not his!
Actually, he did not even notice just how much you botched this fake hickey because he was already marching his way toward you.
âBabe, youâre coming with me,â he thought he was smooth as he ushered you out of the Bank, his subordinates following your forms before whispering about the mark on your neck once you two were out of reach.
Oh, how many people you fooled that day.
âWhat is the meaning of thiââ he immediately stops on his tracks as he finally realizes once he was this close to you and once he had focused on how it doesnât really look like a love bite at all and how idiotic he probably looks and sounds right now.
Your laugh suddenly resonates through the walls of his office, even playfully slapping his shoulder as he purses his lips into a pout and narrows his eyes at you, crossing his arms over his chest.
âI won this time, babe, sorry not sorry,â you flash him a grin and he could not help but melt at how angelic you look right now despite the looming defeat he had.
ââââââââââ · · · · ê°âĘê±â
AYATO was quite certain of his absence. It cannot be blamed on the nature of his position and his work, however, it was still irresponsible of him to neglect his lover. And thus, he was actually in the middle of a plan for his surprise for you a few days from nowâto at least make it up for the lost time due to the work he had taken over these past few days.
At first, he thought his eyes were deceiving him. Surely that mark on your neck, just a few inches below your jaw is not a love bite⊠right? He was fairly sure that he had been away for the past nights prior to tonight, soâŠ
âMy dear, do you not feel like your neck feels lonely these days?â heâd ask in a smooth voice, then pulling out a box behind him, revealing a gift that encased a gorgeous necklace that you were pretty sure cost a lot.
You failed to answer or say anything at all, baffled at how easily he had gotten you speechless and to forget about the prank you had set up for himâwait, has he not seen it yet? Youâd question yourself, surely, he could have, right?
âSo, would you like to explain to me why there is a fake love bite on your skin? Darling? Perhaps youâd like to see what a real one looks like.â
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AL-HAITHAM is another self-aware man, at least, thatâs what he thinks he is. If you had been with him for a long time or at the very least knew him as much, you would know just how much of a lie that is. After all, Al-Haitham is a very dense guy. He may be aware that he had been busy the past few days, but his thoughts do not wander toward how you might feel because of this.
âIs there⊠something I am missing?â
He asks with a tilt of his head to the side, probably looking at you up and down and⊠something just seems⊠odd.
âWhat?â You raised a brow as you felt your face heat upâdid he see it? Questions rose to your mind as you canât help but also feel embarrassed with what youâre doing right now.
He doesnât notice it!?!
âUgh, never mind!â You walk out of the room, and unbeknownst to you, he is mumbling on his own before he settles his eyes on his book once more.
âThat mark⊠did I make that?â
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Satoru Gojo â Kiss Me Back
wc: basically 5k⊠it wasnât meant to be lmao
summary: based off of this thought i posted a while ago
genre: angst, fluff, drunk âconfessionâ but it gets misunderstood, friends to lovers, silly drunk Gojo
warnings: n/a
toriâs note: I finished this fic after having it in my drafts for almost a year. I kinda strayed from how my original prompt went lol. Idk how I feel about the second half of this, Iâm not a huge fan of it but yâknow, it be what it be. Hope you enjoy it nonetheless!
Gojo doesnât drink often. In fact, itâs more accurate to say he never drinks. He hates alcohol. The way it tastes, the way it burns, and especially how quickly it affects his system.
Heâs always been a lightweight, it only taking a few shots before he was intoxicated. But for some reason, Shokoâs teasing pressure to get him to drink got to him a lot more tonight than usual.Â
It was supposed to be only one shot, then just one more. But now, here he is, a couple hours later and 6 shots down, drunk and stumbling, leaning against you for support.
You grunt as you struggle to keep the tall man vertical and walk him down the street to your car.Â
âYou are amazing, Y/n,â Gojo slurs, wrapping his arm tighter around your neck. You huff and roll your eyes.
âYeah, yeah, youâve said that 3 times already,â you laugh lightly. Gojo trips over his own foot, causing you to stumble and almost fall. Thankfully, you catch yourself and keep the two of you from crashing into the concrete.Â
âJeez, Toru! Are you serious?â You ask, unbelieving that he was so intoxicated that he really couldnât walk straight. Gojo only moans miserably in response. âWeâre almost there,â you sigh.
You knew how much he hated the repercussions of drinking and tried to stop him before it was too late. But he seemed to be feeling a little self-destructive tonight, so your warnings fell on deaf ears, much to your annoyance. Even so, you still felt empathetic enough to take him home yourself, turning down Nanamiâs kind offer to do so.
After another block of walking and stumbling, you finally make it to your car, opening the passenger side and awkwardly shuffling around as you try to help Gojo into the seat. It felt like he was purposefully doing everything he could to make this simple task as complicated as possible. Which, honestly, you wouldnât put past him.Â
You eventually get him and his lanky limbs into the vehicle and hold back a laugh when he groans and dramatically drapes himself over your center console, arms spilling into the driverâs seat. You walk around to the other side of the car, moving his arms carefully before sitting down and pushing him to lean against the window.Â
âOkay, tough guy. You still have the water Nanami gave you?â You ask. Gojo clumsily reaches into his pants pocket and pulls out the water bottle he somehow managed to fit in there. Damn menâs pocket sizes.
âGood, I want it empty by the time I make it to your place,â you state, turning on the car and pulling into the street.
âThe whole thing?â Gojo whines. You laugh breathily, finding amusement in his drunk demeanor.
âYes, the whole thing. Gotta stay hydrated so drink up!â You encourage.Â
The white-haired man mutters a complaint as he cracks open the bottle, and you watch dumbfounded as he drains it in seconds.Â
âI didnât mean drink it all at onceâŠâ you say. Gojo shrugs and sinks further into his seat.Â
You drive in silence for a few minutes, the pale, orange street lights whizzing by and the soft, white noise of the tires rolling on the pavement making the ride a peaceful, comforting experience. At least it would be if Gojo wasnât staring holes into the side of your face.Â
In his drunkenness, heâd somehow managed to misplace his glasses and blindfold, much to your dismay. You adore those brilliant blue eyes, but damn, if they werenât intimidating as hell when they were staring you down. You do your best to ignore it, keeping your eyes focused on the road ahead of you.Â
You feel your heart skip a beat when a cold, calloused finger presses gently against your temple before tracing your hairline, sweeping your hair behind your ear.
âYouâre so pretty,â Gojo whispers, his words barely audible. Your breath catches in your throat, caught off guard by the sudden compliment.Â
âO-oh, umm⊠I- th-thank you,â you stutter horribly. Gojo hums softly as though heâs satisfied with your reaction before laughing lightly. His hand leaves your quickly heating face as he turns back to the window, slumping against the cool glass.Â
After what couldnât have possibly even been a minute, you hear the faintest snore come from the man. You poke his arm, expecting some kind of reaction. But nope, heâs out.
You take a deep breath and start blasting the AC. It suddenly feels really stuffy in here.
You soon reach his house and pull into the driveway before parking the car and climbing out. You open the passenger door, being careful to not let Gojo dump out onto the ground. You shake his shoulders, whispering to him that he was home and needed to wake up. After some gentle-turned-vigorous shaking, the man wakes up bleary eyed and a bit confused.Â
âHave a nice nap, sleeping beauty?â You tease, taking his arm and attempting to pull him to his feet. He grunts, reluctantly swinging his feet out of the car and onto the ground. The moment he stands, he leans back against the car, his eyes squeezed shut in discomfort.Â
âShhhhit, why did I do that?â He slurs, the alcohol still screwing with his brain. At least heâs more coherent than 30 minutes ago.Â
âNot to be like that, but I did try to stop you,â you joke.
âShut up,â he groans. His eyes open and meet with yours, but instead of holding the annoyed glare you were expecting, they were soft, appreciative. His typically pale complexion was still dusted pink, though not nearly as flushed as earlier, and thereâs the faintest hint of a smile to accompany it.Â
He leans against you, his arms snaking around your waist in a loose hug, and his head resting heavily on your shoulder as he sighs. âThank you, Y/n.â
âWhy donât you thank me when Iâve gotten you inside!â You laugh awkwardly, pushing the large man off of you.Â
Gojo pouts, his soft, pink lips protruding in a way that could only be described as borderline sensual. You tear your eyes away from him and link your arm in his to walk him into the house with much less stumbling this time.
You make it inside, Gojo dragging down the hall to his room while you dig in his kitchen cabinets in search of ibuprofen. Once youâve found what youâre looking for, you grab a glass and fill it with water before making your way to Gojoâs room.
You knock on the door, the sound echoing through the cold, empty hallway. A muffled âcome inâ reaches your ears and you open the door.Â
You step in and your eyes land on a half-naked Gojo sitting on his bed, stopping you in your tracks. He did say to come in, didnât he?
He looks at you, a questioning expression written on his face. With everything heâs done this evening, itâs beginning to be hard to believe heâs not purposefully trying to fluster you.
You draw in a breath and walk over to him, refusing to give him the satisfaction of seeing you nervous.
âHere, for the potential hangover,â you say, handing him the pills and water. He takes it gratefully, downing the meds and water quickly. He sets the glass on the nightstand with a soft thunk, and an odd silence follows after.Â
âWell, Iâm gonna head home now. Gânight, Toru,â you say, turning on your heels and heading to the door. Your hand barely touches the doorknob when Gojo says your name.
âY/n,â he calls quietly. You stop and turn to him with a questioning hum, but he doesnât give any response back other than a waving hand, signaling for you to come back to him. You shuffle awkwardly to stand in front of him, confused about what he wants.Â
He stands up, his chest almost bumping against yours as he does so. You begin to take a step back, but before you can, his hands are on your waist, holding you in place. You look up at him to ask what heâs doing, but the words get stuck in your throat the moment your eyes meet his.
Those bright, cerulean eyes that were so often hidden from the world, were looking at you with such care and fondness that it made your chest tighten.Â
Before youâre even aware of whatâs happening, his warm, soft lips are pressing tenderly against yours.Â
Your tense muscles relax and eyes flutter shut as your lips push back against his. His hands grip your waist as he pulls you closer to him before one lifts the back of your shirt, fingers dragging slowly over your skin.Â
You sigh into him, your own hands traveling up his arms, to his neck, eventually finding home in his silky hair. His other hand moves from your hip to your face, cupping your cheek as he deepens the kiss.Â
His tongue darts out and sweeps across your lips and the faintest lingering taste of bitter alcohol bites your tastebuds, snapping you back to reality. Itâs only then that you remember who youâre kissing, where you are, and how you got there.Â
Your eyes fly open and hands move to his chest, pushing him away from you harshly. Gojo loses his balance, landing back into a sitting position on his bed, his once peaceful expression now shocked and confused.Â
Your hand covers your mouth, surprised by your own actions. Itâs only a second or two that you stay there, staring at each other before you decide that you should definitely leave.
âIâm sorry, I need to go,â you say, wasting no time in leaving his room and ignoring his calls for you. You jump into your car and start the engine before your door is even closed.
What were you thinking? Heâs the drunkest heâs been in ages, how could you let that happen? You curse yourself as you drive home, frustrated that you allowed such a thing when your friend was in such a vulnerable state.
 You make it home and park in the driveway, but you donât leave. You sit in your car and stare blankly at the steering wheel as the full weight of regret begins to sink in.Â
Youâve desperately wanted that man to kiss you for years now. But not like this! Not when he was intoxicated and most likely not thinking straight. You wanted a genuine kiss; one he gave you because he truly wanted to. Not because his drunk-self just wanted attention.
How are you supposed to keep your feelings for him under wraps after this?
Youâll just have to lie. Youâll tell him that it was just a slip up, that you were caught off guard. That he kissed you and- dammit, you kissed him back! And not only that, you were wrapping your arms around him. You canât play off your feelings for him when you kissed him like that!
You groan painfully as you open your door and force yourself into your house, trudging your way to your room. You change your clothes and crawl into bed before plugging your phone in. The screen lights up with the red battery, which disappears quickly, revealing a missed call and several texts from Gojo.
Iâm sorry Y/n. Can we please talk?
It wasnât what you think
Y/n?
Hello?
He almost never texts you, let alone several times in a row. But you canât find it in you to respond. You turn off your phone and stare at your ceiling for what feels like an eternity, the moment replaying in your mind on repeat.Â
It wasnât what you think? What is he assuming you think?
You raise a finger to your mouth, remembering how it felt to have his lips on yours as you trace over them.Â
It was so warm, so sweet. The way he held you close to him, so strong yet gentle. The way his thumb stroked over your face so tenderly. Maybe⊠it was real.
No. You canât allow yourself to believe it was genuine and get your hopes up, you canât.
You roll over onto your side just as your screen lights up once more. You take a glance at it and find another text from Gojo.Â
Iâll talk to you tomorrow. Please let me explain.
A new wave of anxiety washes over you when you realize youâll have to see him tomorrow. You do work at the same school after all. You donât have a few days to process this or even find a way to respond.Â
You wrap tighter into yourself and painful tears fill your eyes, not taking long before theyâre streaming down your face and soaking into your pillow. You just want the earth to open and swallow you.Â
Your only comfort is in the slim possibility that he was still drunk enough to have a chance of not having clear memories the next day. Maybe heâd wake up, see the messages heâd sent you and not even remember what it was about.Â
You know itâs a foolish hope. He wasnât drunk enough during that kiss to have no recollection of it. Even so, itâs the only thought that calms you down enough to fall asleep.Â
Okay, all you have to do is file a couple reports, meet with Ijichi and Nitta, and check in with Shoko on a new corpse. You donât even have to be on campus the whole day, just do your few tasks and leave.Â
You were not going to talk to Gojo today. Youâre not sure your heart can handle it right now. Youâve barely even processed what happened last night. Itâs like your mind is trying to convince you it was a dream. But the unanswered texts still sitting in your inbox say otherwise.Â
You decided you would do your best to avoid the inevitable conversation. Youâre sure that when he sees you, heâll likely confront you about it. But, if you were with others, you knew heâd keep his mouth shut. You canât hide from him, but you make damn sure he canât catch you alone.
You know youâll have to talk about it eventually, just not today. And maybe not tomorrow. Or the day after that.
You take a deep breath as you walk into the school and head for Yagaâs office. Youâre not too worried about bumping into Gojo here as he usually avoids this part of the school simply because heâs afraid of running into Yaga and being asked to do something he doesnât want to.Â
You make it there without incident and knock on Yagaâs door before entering. Thankfully, your meeting doesnât last long as you just have to turn in your reports and give him a quick rundown of your past weekâs assignments.
Next was finding Ijichi and Nitta. Which meant going to the more common areas of the school. Which meant risking running into Gojo.
At this point, you were just hoping he decided to go MIA today as he typically did. Or maybe heâd be too hung over to even bother getting out of bed. Whatever the case may be, you just hoped he wouldnât be behind the door to which you are about to enter.
You turn the doorknob quietly and poke your head in, finding no one but Ijichi sitting at a desk looking over a stack of papers, and you feel relieved. You step inside and Ijichi looks up, a small smile appearing once he sees itâs you.
âAhh, Y/n. Youâre a bit early,â he greets kindly.Â
âHaha, yeah. My meeting with Yaga didnât take as long as expected,â you laugh softly as you walk over to the desk and take a seat across from the man. âWhereâs Nitta?â
âSheâs currently out with the first years. They were sent to investigate the disturbance you reported a few days ago. Turns out it was just a few Grade 3 curses roaming around.â Ijichi replies.
He shuffles the papers spread out on the desk into a few separate piles before picking up each one, shaking them into neat stacks and paper clipping them together.
âOh, thatâs good to know,â you say with a smile. âSo, you said you and Nitta needed something?â
âOh, yes. We wanted your opinion on-â
âGooood morning!â A familiar voice calls happily as the door swings open. You hunch over in your chair and glue your eyes to the papers in front of you, not daring to look at the man. You didnât think you would run into him this soon.
âOh, goodmorning, Gojo,â Ijichi says.
âIjichi,â Gojo greets and nods to his co-worker.
He turns to you, your eyes still studying the reports laying in front of you. It was obvious you werenât reading them though, considering they were upside down to you. âY/n,â he says quietly.
You still refuse to look at him, mumbling a barely audible âgood morningâ in return.
Ijichi, sensing some tension, clears his throat and returns to the matter that brought you here in the first place. He only had a few questions, wanting your opinion on which recent cases should be assigned to which students. It wasnât long before you had fulfilled your need and could leave.
You say your goodbyes, stand from the desk and make your way to the door, still having not spared Gojo, who was leaning against one of the couches, even a glance.
Despite hiding his eyes behind that dark blindfold of his, you could tell heâd been staring at you the whole time. You could practically feel his gaze burning holes into your skin. But, just as you expected, he didnât dare bring up anything about the previous night with Ijichi in the room.
You walk out the door, thankfully leaving Gojo behind it. But you werenât sure how long heâd stay there. You make your way quickly through the halls as you head towards the morgue. You open the door and step inside, the cold air making your body shake with a chill.Â
You walk through, but find no sign of Shoko. Deciding that she must be in the office, you turn and start making your way over, it being just a couple doors down the hall.Â
You step outside of the morgue and about jump out of your skin when youâre met with blinding white hair. Gojo. Of course. You shouldâve known he would catch up to you.Â
You stand there for a moment, him standing in the doorway and therefore blocking your exit. You still canât bring yourself to look at him, not really, only giving him quick glances. It must be so easy for him to make âeye contactâ when he doesnât really have to.
âCan we talk?â He says, his voice taking on an unusually shaky and serious tone, and you suppress a sigh. Any hope you had of him not remembering last night shattered with those three words.
âThereâs nothing to talk about,â you say quietly, desperately wanting to avoid the impending conversation.Â
âY/n,â he says, his large hand reaching carefully for your arm. You move quickly, avoiding his grasp.
âI donât want to talk,â you say and push past him, making it through the doorway. You speed walk down the hallway to the morgue office, thankful that itâs just a few doors down. Gojo begins to say something but before he can, youâre knocking on the door, shutting him up quickly.
Shoko opens the door only a moment after youâve knocked, silently stepping aside to let you in once she sees itâs you. Her neutral expression breaks a bit when she sees whoâs behind you.
âGojo, wasnât expecting to see you today,â she says, referring to the rough condition he was in last night.
âIâm full of surprises, arenât I?â He chuckles. He looks at you as he says this and you feel your face grow warm. Shoko walks over to her desk and shuffles through the various items in search of something.
âHow are you feeling? You havenât had that many drinks in a long time,â She asks curiously.
âI feel great actually. Y/n is a pretty good caretaker,â he says, once again looking over at you. âSheâs the reason Iâm not hungover.â
Yep, you certainly were. Maybe you shouldâve skipped the water and ibuprofen. But that was before what happened. Past you had no idea that future you would be cursing that decision.
âHe wasnât too much trouble was he? Gojoâs always annoying when heâs drunk.â Like heâs not annoying when he isnât drunk.
âHe was fine,â you say plainly, wanting to move on from the topic.
âFine is one way to put it,â Gojo says, an obnoxiously flirty smirk on his face. What happened to the serious and borderline nervous Gojo you had just a moment ago? Bring him back please.
âMaybe I shouldâve let Nanami take you when heâd offered,â you mutter. Shoko turns back around to you, confused by the comments being made.
âIs that really what you wouldâve wanted?â Gojo asks.Â
âIf it means we wouldnât be having this conversation right now, then yes.â
Shoko looks between the two of you, reading the looks on your faces and expertly deciphering that this was not a conversation she needed (or wanted) to be a part of.
âIâm not getting involved in this,â Shoko mutters as she collects her things and quickly leaves the room, abandoning you in this anxiety-inducing situation. âWe can meet later, Y/n.â
âAh! Wait, Shoko!â You call, but she ignores you and walks out the door. Well, this certainly isnât what you wanted to happen. Now you had no excuse to leave and apparently didnât have anyone to have your back. You knew Shoko saw your plea for help in your eyes and she actively ignored it. But, it is Shoko. She always avoids getting involved in things that donât concern her.
The silence that follows Shokoâs leaving is so incredibly deafening and you hope the ground will open up beneath you. You debate leaving, but you know that Gojo will just follow you. There was no escaping it now. Dammit, and you were so close to getting out without speaking to him.
You cross your arms over your chest and lean against the desk, your eyes glued to the floor.
âY/n,â Gojo speaks softly. You refuse to look at him. You canât. You donât know what will happen if you do. âY/n.â He steps closer to you and you sink further into yourself, feeling your throat tighten. âLet me explai-â
âWhat did you mean?â You close your eyes, finding yourself talking before you can even comprehend the words leaving your mouth.
âWhat?â Gojo says, confused. You sigh, annoyed with yourself now for having said anything.
âYour text. You said it wasnât what I thought it was. What did you mean?â Gojo looks at you. Well, you assume heâs looking at you. He could be looking at the wall behind you for all you knew.
âIâŠâ Gojo starts but doesnât finish. He sighs quietly and leans against the chair in front of you. He doesnât attempt to speak again for a long moment and you begin to wonder if he even plans to. And youâre right, he doesnât speak. But instead, his hand reaches for the dark blindfold hiding his eyes, and he pulls it down around his neck, his snow white hair falling into his face.
You tear your eyes away as soon as he does, not able to bear even the thought of looking at him directly in those blue irises. Luckily, youâre not tempted to as he keeps his head down, his hair shielding his eyes from your view.
âI remember everything from last night,â the man says finally. You feel your heart sink. You knew he remembered, but for some reason, hearing him say so only made your anxiety worsen. âYou didnât give me a chance to say goodbye last night,â he says with a mild, teasing tone, though it was made with minimal effort, the tension in the room making it hard to joke playfully.
Your arms tighten around you and your throat burns, your eyes remaining focused on everything but him.Â
âYeah, well, I didnât expect to be leaving in such a hurry either,â you say, risking your voice breaking into tears. Gojo chuckles.
âI thought youâd stay for a bit longer after the way you were kissing me,â He jokes, and this time it has his usual lightheartedness to it. Despite that, you feel your blood run hot through your body and for a moment you forget that youâre avoiding looking at him. Your eyes whip over to see him already looking at you, a smirk on his lips.
âWha- you kissed me!â You whisper yell, afraid that someone outside may hear you. You canât believe him. HE made a move on YOU, and yet he wants to talk about the way you were kissing HIM?
âBuuut, you kissed me back!â He says accusingly but airily. You close your mouth at this. Heâs right, you did. And this is just what you were afraid of, him realizing that you kissing him back meant you actually enjoyed it if only a little. You couldnât hide it.
âAnd I shouldnât have, Iâm sorry,â you say quietly. You turn your gaze away just in time to miss the way Gojoâs face twitches and his smile drops. Before you canât stop yourself, you continue to speak, the coil in your throat snapping and the tears beginning to well in your eyes.
âI shouldnât have kissed you back. I shouldnât have let you kiss me to begin with. But please, I donât want to hear what you have to say about it. I know you were drunk and it was a mistake just⊠Please, donât tell me that.âÂ
The silence that follows your statement is so quiet that you can hear Gojoâs uneven breaths alongside your own. You feel the urge to run, to walk out the doors and never turn back. To find a hole somewhere to bury yourself in, never to resurface.
âYou think I made a mistake?â Gojoâs words barely reach your ears, his voice so soft you almost have to strain to hear it. He looks at you, completely dejected. âEven if I did feel that way, do you think Iâd come here to mock you for it? Do you think Iâd be that cruel?â The hurt in his voice is so obvious that you can feel it yourself.
âI⊠I donât know.â Truthfully, you did know. You knew he wouldnât do something like that. He may be annoying, but heâs not cruel. It was out of your own fear of the outcome that you were avoiding this conversation. But then, two words in his statement stand out to you.Â
Even if.Â
Meaning even if it was a mistake. Meaning he didnât think it was?
The tears welling in your eyes begin to fall when you dare to look up at him, his own already on you. But you donât look away this time.
âWould you have kissed me if you were sober?â You ask quietly. Gojoâs shoulders slump and his face grows longer at your words. He takes a cautious step towards you, testing to see if youâll back away. And you donât.
âY/n, I didnât kiss you because I was drunk,â he replies, his voice smooth as silk. He takes another step forward, this time reaching out a hand to place on your arm, and you donât pull away.
âThatâs what I meant when I said it wasnât what you thought. I knew you figured it was an alcohol-influenced choice. And while the alcohol admittedly may have had something to do with it, that wasnât why I did it.â Your vision blurs as you begin to cry, your tears feeling like rivers of fire as they flow down your cheeks.
âI did it because I wanted to, Y/n,â he admits. He lifts a hand to your face, wiping your tears as he strokes your cheek with his knuckles. âIt wasnât a mistake. It was a choice. And one I donât regret.â
You close your eyes, not being able to see with them open anyway. His other hand moves from your arm to swipe at your tears, both hands now cupping your face tenderly.
âI donât know what to say,â you mumble. You raise your hands to wrap your fingers around his wrists, your thumbs stroking over the back of his hands. You open your eyes, your vision clear enough to see him looking at you fondly, a genuine smile tugging at the corners of his lips. His soft lips that, in the back of your mind, youâve been thinking about all morning.
Your gaze must have lingered on his mouth for a moment too long as his smile widens. He comes closer to you, his head towering over yours and his hands guide your face to continue looking at him.
âYou donât have to say anything right now. But.â He leans his face to yours, his warm breath against your lips. âI would like to kiss you again. And I hope you wonât run away this time.â His voice lilts in that familiar, teasing tone and your heart twists.
âI wonât,â you say with a breathless laugh.Â
His large hands continue to hold your head as he moves forward, wasting no time in putting his lips against yours in a passionate but tender kiss.
And this time, you let yourself kiss him back.
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Twitter posts lost a lot of their power for me a couple months ago when that post that was like "never let your friends help you move" went viral
I looked up the Twitter OP and found that they were some kind of incomprehensible, buzzword-infested "How To Win Capitalism" influencer who had their own company selling notebooks with inspirational quotes and decks of cards with questions to fix your relationship. What's the word. A "self-made entrepreneur."
Supposedly they had started their own business and gotten rich off of it, and You Too can get rich by buying Product and paying a little extra to have empty self-care slogans printed on the Product, and reselling for a profit.
Their previous tweets had barely got any attention at all, just one or two retweets or likes mostly, so it became immediately apparent to me that the rageful tweet was simply a calculated move to draw attention to themselves. It was competently done: post something overtly rude-sounding with very little context, invite angry replies, a day later post context (making your friends help you move will give them back injuries!) that make the angry replies seem like overreacting, thus inviting well-meaning idiots to defend you from the gnashing twitter horde.
The tendency of Twitter to explode the platform of someone that posts something dumb and slather them in vitriol is fertile ground for building unearned affinity with people. It's simple: purposefully post something dumb to bait the haters into uncalled-for cruelty, and then clarify the situation in a way that shows you are just a poor widdle misunderstood poster getting targeted by legions of haters.
People will defend you out of sympathy for your unfortunate situation, and not even notice that you're a necrotised Capitalism Cordyceps, an ad wearing a human as a costume.
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Hello Miss Raven!! So itâs unfortunately a pretty well known fact that the TWST English translation has a bad habit of botching important dialogue and lore, and even removing lines altogether, and I saw a reblog a day ago regarding that.
The original post was a fact sheet on Leona & how he interacts with women (alongside other stuff but thatâs besides the point). And the reblog I was looking at was saying that the English translation just makes it sound like heâs a feminist, when itâs implied in the original JP game that the beastwomen tend to be more aggressive, giving Leona a reason to be afraid of them. And that reminded me that on the TWST fandom wiki under Leonaâs trivia he said heâs intimidated by them, and every time I see that I remember that just canât seem to find that detail at all anywhere in the English game.
So I wanted to ask you what did the original JP game say about how male and female beastmen interact with each other and why Leona would be cautious around them? Because this is a piece of info that I really would have liked to see in ENG, and Iâm kind of annoyed I didnât know about this before.
I believe this is the Leona lore post youâre referring to? Both TWST wikis (the fandom one and the .gg one) state the same trivia point about Leona being âintimidatedâ by beastwoman. Iâm assuming this is where the reblogger picked up the idea of beastwomen being more âaggressiveâ, and this being Leonaâs reasoning for being âintimidatedâ by them.
In a nutshell, the claims of Leona being a feminist only in EN + beastwomen aggression and Leona being intimidated by that is not true. The âLeona is a feministâ take was around long before the official English localization, and thatâs because the Japanese text also has Ruggie (Leona Ceremonial Robes vignettes) and Cater (Caterâs School Uniform vignette) commenting that Leona is âniceâ and ârespectfulâ to women. To claim that they made Leona feminist in the localization is false. They never use the word âfeministâ in JP or EN though; the label came from the fandom interpreting this bit of lore as Leona being more considerate of women.
As for the reasoning! Leona states in his Ceremonial Robes vignettes that â[Beastwomen are] already way stronger than us. Goinâ against them only brings more trouble.â I believe that someone probably misunderstood that second line of dialogue as Leona fearing the strength/aggression of beastwomen. He never actually indicates or implies that he feels that way. However, these vignettes being cited for the trivia on the wiki likely led to some confusion.
So if Leona isnât afraid of beastwomen and their physical fitness, how is that second line supposed to be interpreted? Well, letâs think about his character. Leona is a smart guy. He dislikes having to put forth effort into pointless things, especially if he can plan ahead and avoid it. As I tend to say whenever I talk about his Big Brain Cells, Leona likes to work smarter, not harder. Again, look at this line:
âGoinâ against them only brings more trouble.â
Itâs likely Leona just wanting to appease his sister-in-law to avoid having to deal with the fallout of not fulfilling her request. It would otherwise be a pain to deal withâand weâve seen Leona act in various ways to avoid such pains. For example, he goes to Playful Land with Jack to make sure his dorm member comes back alright (or else Leona is responsible for the consequences), purposefully not choosing a vice dorm leader so he doesnât have someone to challenge his authority, and generally has convenient excuses prepared to get out of things he doesnât want to do.
If we want to think of it from another angle, this better fits what we already know of Leonaâs cunning. He knows when to call it quits and make a strategic surrender. The most notable example of this occurs early in book 6, when he stops fighting Styx agents and willingly gives himself up to them. He also throws in the towel in book 2 and refuses to play because he already knows that his team is destined to lose to Malleus since they didnât succeed in eliminating him beforehand. In the situation with Leonaâs sister-in-law asking for a picture of him in his robes, Leona is acquiescing because thatâs just the smart thing to do. Why even argue if he knows it wonât be fruitful? Itâs wasted effort.
I would like to add that physical strength isnât even the only factor here. Ruggie points out in one of his Chats that âGirls have both the grit and the camaraderie to triumph when the goinâ gets tough.â Grit refers to courage or resolve. The latter, resolve, lends credence to the idea that beastwomen are also determined or strong-willed. In which case⊠yeah, I donât think theyâd back down from an argument/verbal fight or a physical one.
If we circle back to the previous paragraph, it supports the interpretation that Leona giving in to what his sister-in-law wants is the result of him wanting to avoid a pointless and prolonged fight if he refuses. Cuz like⊠why waste that time and energy to come out of it with nothing, right?
If it was true that Leona listens to what women day only because heâs actually scared of beastwomen, then that doesnât explain his interactions with non-beastwomen. Why would he agree to attend a party for an enchanted portrait (Rosaria), which has no means of harming him? He agreed to the proposition as soon as he heard Rosaria is a lady; there didnât need to be a threat or significant verbal pushback for him to go. As Leona states in Caterâs School Uniform vignette, âPortrait or not, I respect ladies and Rosaria is a lady.â (I think the reblogger may have been confused and was actually referring to THIS line being made âmore feministâ in EN. In JP, Leona says something closer to, âEven if itâs a portrait, a woman is a woman.â JP does not have the âI respect ladiesâ portion.)
Sooo, in conclusion⊠Leona agreeing to do as his sister-in-law says does not necessarily mean he is intimidated by beastwomen; as Iâve explained, there is an alternate explanation with evidence in canon: he wants to avoid pointless hassle.
I hope this helps to clear things up ^^ I know the localization isnât exactly perfect, but letâs take care to not assume changes or mistranslations!
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the significance of mileven simply not understanding each other (pt 1):
(others have brought this up before but I think itâs a bit overlooked imo)
There are numerous times throughout Stranger Things where Mileven is shown to not be on the same wavelength, and the Duffers like to make it quite apparent to the general audience.
Starting with the obvious scenes:
âBLANK makes you crazyâ
El is literally staring at Mike like she has NO idea what heâs trying to say.
Shes STILL confused even after he tells her itâs something old people tell each other:
Like girlâŠ. i KNOW you were watching them soap operas and old timey romances during that year in Hopperâs cabin. You really expect us to believe you have no clue what heâs trying to say?
This scene was written like this on purpose for two reasons: comedic effect and diving deeper into mileven.
Back to not ever being on the same wavelength:
I talked in this post here about Mike being okay with El standing up to bullies in the past when it came to Mike or Will, but Mike suddenly not understanding when it comes down to El defending herself against Angela, showcasing the idea that they are definitely not in agreeance over what happened at Rink-O-Mania.
The Duffers like to purposefully write Mileven out of step with one another.
It seems as though every season has something negative in store for the couple, and not in a fun, slow-burn agonizing romance type of way, but in the frustrating âwhy canât they just work it outâ kind of way.
Season 1 obviously has El âdyingâ and leaving Mike for a year, but on a smaller note also has Mike trying to explain to her that if she moved into his house, Nancy would be like her sister, but he would not be like her brother. She does not understand this, and has her classic confused face on.
Season 2 has her being gone and coming back to see Mike with Max, and even though nothing happened between the two of them, El was still cold to Max when they first met, showing even if El is incapable of knowing what the word âloveâ is, she still somehow knows what jealousy is.
Season 2 also brings us an interesting scene with Erica and Lucas, where the dialogue just seemsâŠ.really off and random.
Lucas catches Erica playing with his He-Man action figure and gets mad, taking it from her. To which she says, âHey! Theyâre in love!â
Lucas responds with:
The scene is extremely random and the dialogue is just weird to me, the only explanation it being a metaphor for something in the show, and the only viable explanation is Mileven.
Season 3 has the entire âboyfriends lieâ side plot, resulting in El dumping Mike for lying to him about his grandmother after Hopperâs talk with him. Their relationship the entirety of season 3 is the epitome of immature pettiness caused by jealous and hormonal teenagers who donât understand what being in a real relationship entails--
We get El and Max spying on the boys:
Eleven is a mystery to Mike, he pretty much says it himself.
Their whole relationship is based on immaturity, and the audience knows that. The audience can see that the two of are clearly immature and donât have what it takes to be in a real, committed relationship. Thatâs the point. Their relationship in season three is almost entirely to move the plot around in whatever way the Dufferâs want, and to showcase the idea that their relationship in screen is nearly always shown in either a comedic, pre-teen immature light, or a jealous, misunderstood, and petty light. There is almost no stable relationship between the two of them in season 3. Itâs either too clingy or too toxic or full of lies or immature, blah blah blah. The only scenes of them either not making out or fighting is the last scene of them together right before the Byers move, and thatâs a whole scene in itself to unpack!
Season 4 is where things get a little chaotic, as if things werenât chaotic enough.
There are so many miscommunications and misunderstandings with Mileven this season, but the big ones include:
El feeling like Mike thinks of her as a monster-
and Mike looking at her like she just spoke badly about his favorite Star Wars movie-
Directly after that we have Mike saying El is being "ridiculous" because she's upset that he won't tell her he loves her, and him calling her a superhero, the complete opposite of what she wants to hear in that moment, but Mike doesn't understand that, because who wouldn't want to be called a superhero? (his way of thinking)
Later on we get Mike recounting this to Will, saying, "and if I would have said that thing..." etc.
Mike can't even say that he loves El to other people, and we're expected to believe it's still true?
We also get this:
another misunderstanding on Mileven's part. El thinks Mike doesn't love her (at this point, does he?) so she finishes her letter the same way he has: From, El.
Next we have Will and Mike's conversation on top of the car:
"I think it's just scary to open up like that, to say how you really feel, especially to people you care about the most, because...what if they don't like the truth?"
I've said it before and I'll say it again,
why would El NOT like the truth if the truth is that Mike loves her?
Mike nods at Will's words and looks away, seemingly lost in thought. Why would he agree with Will---that it's hard for him to open up to El because she might not like the truth---if the truth is exactly what she wants to hear?
It literally makes no sense.
We also get the Byler van scene, where Mike compares her to a superhero yet again, something she clearly does not like (I don't have a vid but here's the official script, where he says the same thing):
Also El being Superman and him being Lois Lane in the analogy....okay.
Next we have him calling her a superhero YET AGAIN ! during his monologue:
Like girl if I was El I would just give up at this point. This is the last thing she wants to hear. She doesn't want to be a superhero all the time, she just wants to be a person ! a girlfriend ! a friend ! a daughter ! yet Mike is making it seem like the main reason he loves her is because she's a superhero, which she hates.
And lastly we have:
"Did she...talk to you at all?"
"Not much, I mean...a little bit."
Let me get this straight......you finally confess your love to your longtime girlfriend in the midst of her fighting a literal monster & monster from her past while she is being strangled and held captive all while she's also trying to save her friend from death, and she doesn't say anything to you for TWO days after?
Ladies...the Mileven break up is writing itself, really.
And that is a thread on how the Duffers intentionally write Mileven to be on different wavelengths with each other every single season without fail to showcase how incompatible they really are.
They are setting this relationship up to where you want more for both parties; El deserves to be loved the way she wants to be loved, and Mike deserves to be loved the way he needs to be loved (if u know what i mean)
In part 2 I will discuss the importance of byler understanding each other, juxtaposed to mileven hehe bye !
part 2 analyzing Mike & Will here !
#stranger things#byler#mike wheeler#will byers#eleven#stranger things 5#finn wolfhard#jane hopper#st5#mike and will
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Hereâs some positivity for systems who misunderstood their plurality before discovering their system!
Plurality is not something that is widely accepted or understood. Many systems may have misunderstood their plurality at first or wrongly attributed it to something else! It is absolutely normal and okay to question or be wrong about yourself when youâre exploring your identity or trying to figure out who you are. So hereâs to all the systems who misunderstood their plurality at first!
đ Shoutout to systems who thought they were telepathic, able to read minds, or communicate with other people using their mind before discovering their plurality!
đ Shoutout to systems who purposefully misunderstood their plurality at first as a way to deny their own experiences!
đ» Shoutout to systems who believed or were told by others that their headmates were only delusions or auditory hallucinations!
âïž Shoutout to systems who believed their multiplicity was normal and was actually something that everyone, even singlets, experienced!
đż Shoutout to systems who at first thought their plurality was contact with aliens, deities, or some other supernatural force!
đ Shoutout to systems who misattributed their plurality to a personality disorder or some kind!
đ Shoutout to systems who used to think their plurality was in fact just high empathy or hyperempathy!
đ Shoutout to systems who always knew they were different, but werenât sure what made their experience so unique before discovering their multiplicity!
đž Shoutout to systems who believed they had access to magic or special powers which they later understood as being plural!
There is absolutely nothing wrong with misunderstanding or misattributing your plurality before you fully understand your systemhood. This is all a part of learning, growing, and discovering who you truly are! Itâs okay to make mistakes. Itâs okay to be wrong. Itâs okay to question and ultimately come to different conclusions about yourself/selves!
If you or a member of your system has ever misunderstood your plurality, please know that youâre not alone in this experience. Lots of other folks have also misunderstood or misattributed their multiplicity at one point or another! We hope that you and your system can show each other kindness and grace, and learn to accept each other as yâall are while learning from mistakes made along the way. Rest assured, youâre still loved and so special just the way you are! Thank you so much for reading, and have an amazing day!
#plurality#pluralgang#multiplicity#actuallyplural#system positivity#plural positivity#plural pride#system pride
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Saw your latest art about Chara.
Absolutely love it!
Although I canât help but wonder, what is your take on Chara anyway? Sorry for asking, Iâm just curious.
Oh, no problem! Umm it's.... complicated? lol. Chara is a pretty broad subject...... I think they were a very troubled kid who, in all honestly, probably wasn't very good to Asriel as a friend or a sibling. They could be pushy, violent, and manipulative. They loved Asriel, as much as Asriel loved them, but sometimes that isn't enough, and who knows whether they intentionally poisoned Asgore or not, or why they laughed about it later.... it's been common to justify or try and explain Chara's more questionable actions as misunderstood or taken out of context, but tbh I don't think we actually need to do that. I don't think, even in the worst case scenario where Chara purposefully hurt their family at every moment we see it, that makes them a demon, or irredeemable, or that they even NEED to be redeemed. At the end of the day, Chara was a child who committed suicide- whether the intended outcome was to free monsterkind or to destroy humanity, or just to die. Even with the least charitable interpretations taken as gospel, shouldn't they still be worthy of love? Isn't the whole point of Undertale that anybody can become a friend and be understood, if only you reach out to them?
(I'm also a firm believer that Chara is the narrator no matter the route, which informs a lot of their personality to me, and also means that we get to decide their arc as a ghost. That makes way more sense to me than a story like this just going uhhh yeah that kid was pure evil the whole time or whatever lol.)
#asks#suicide tw#if you want my thoughts on any specific aspect of chara or their lore........ my inbox is always open.........
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how do you think hen/karen are misunderstood by the fandom ( and the characters? ) đ
hmmm let me jot down my (admittedly half-baked) thoughts
hen: magical powers. the idea of her as a Wise Woman. this 6x03 moment in particular plagues me:
buck: i mean, hen, you-you always have the answers
that's a succinct summary of how both buck and fandom see hen. which is ironic given that hen promptly experiences near-death in a near-car crash from over-working herself in that episode. the show purposefully deconstructs the superhuman!hen myth in s6 (which they'd accidentally built in the preceding seasons), but the idea still persists.
add on that bobby line about "mother hen," and you get this in-universe perception of hen as a wise guide which isn't accurate to her character. her advice and takes aren't always the best and are frequently clouded by her personal sentiments (drunk hen flip-flopping on whether buck should tell lucy about the kiss [in fairness, she's drunk, but i think her inebriation gives a fair look into her unfiltered, impulsive thinking]; hen doubting whether chim should marry maddie; hen saying she and karen should "fight" for nia).
she doesn't know everything! and she doesn't have super-human perception, catching every little detail around her like shawn spencer in psych, as fanon can sometimes make her out to. she's just intelligent and skillful (which are traits that she WORKED to attain. she wasnt magically gifted Super Paramedic Hands by god. we saw her work for that. i think people forget that).
chim's "you're the genius, i'm the comic relief" line is interesting, too, because everyone (including hen) recognizes that chim is under-estimating himself when he refers to himself as "comic relief," but there's not the same recognition of how "genius" parallels that, in terms of being an over-simplification
none of this is to say hen isn't wise, or perceptive, or talented. i just think those traits of hers get exaggerated by fans and other characters to caricature-ish levels.
as for karen:
i've seen people describe her as "selfless" which is. interesting. i think hen mistakes her for that too. karen IS selfless, yes, but it's a trait that veers more into self-sacrificial territory. she routinely gives up a Lot for her wife and family; not just her astronaut dream, but her emotionsâsuppressing them for others' sake. some stand-out dialogue:
hen: it's like that ivf stuff never even happened
chim: well, that's something
hen: my wife's a project managerâlooks like i'm her new project
it's like. well, hen. i think your wife who never fully processed her grief around her lost embryos (which you admitted to not understanding, and in fact being frustrated with) is not enthusiastically picking up your recovery process from your recent traumatic experience as a mere matter of prioritization, but as a course of action for suppressing her grief and moving on (instead of actually recovering). that's self-sacrifice, not selflessness or supportiveness. she has moments where she stands her ground, but like in the case of toni's wedding (5x18), she's moved away from it quickly.
#vm#god i type a lot for someone who hasnt rewatched the full show since may. gotta get on that#anyway. thank you for askinggggg i love how it made me think through this#hen wilson#karen wilson
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When you give him a Kabedon
Kabedon-when one character forces another against the wall with one hand or leans against the wall and makes the sound of "don"
Characters: Majima, Nishiki, Daigo, Ryuji, Mine
Majima Goro
After you corner Majima against the wall, he raises an eyebrow, looking at you with a puzzled expression. "Y/n-chan, what are you doing? Is this some new way of collecting debts?"
His question leaves you momentarily speechless. After sighing, you explain, "This is called 'Kabedon.' I saw the male lead do this to the female lead on TV."
Majima chuckles, crossing his arms and wearing a mischievous smile. "So you saw someone do this on TV and decided to try it on me, Y/n-chan?"
"Don't you like it?" you ask.
Majima laughs again, a hint of mischief in his smile. He gazes into your eyes, mischief dancing in his visible eye. "Of course, I like it. There's no man who doesn't enjoy being cornered by a woman. Except maybe Kiryu."
He straightens up, moving closer to you, his tall figure looming over you, closing the distance between you two. His mischievous smile grows wider as he continues, "But tell me... what did that male lead do next on TV?"
"Uh, well..."
Seeing you stutter, Majima chuckles softly once more, leaning in closer until his face is just centimeters away from yours. In a low, seductive voice, he whispers in your ear, his warm breath tickling your skin, "You should watch more TV, Y/n-chan. There's a lot more for you to learn."
Suddenly, he wraps his arms around your waist, turning you around and Kabedon-ing you against the wall. His arm rests beside your head, almost pressing his entire body against yours.
Leaning in even closer, his body now firmly against yours, pinning you to the wall. Majima's mischievous smile transforms into a seductive one as his face inches closer, allowing you to feel his breath against your lips.
"After a Kabedon, this is what should come next, right, Y/n-chan?"
Nishikiyama Akira (Yakuza 1)
In the office of the Nishikiyama Family's patriarch, you suddenly take a step forward, slamming both hands against the wall, kabedonning Nishikiyama in the corner. You expected this sudden move to startle Nishikiyama, maybe even see a blush on his face, but instead, he breaks into a bright smile.
"Hmm... more." Nishikiyama says.
You pause, thinking Nishikiyama is mocking you, and quickly retract your arms, saying, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that... that's enough."
Just as you're about to step back, Nishikiyama suddenly reaches out and cups your face. His smile remains, but his gaze turns dangerously intense.
"If you dare to let goâŠ" Nishikiyama says softly, his tone carrying an unmistakable threat.
A chill runs down your spine. It dawns on you that you may have misunderstood something, and more importantly, you seem to have angered someone you shouldn't have.
Goda Ryuji
You slam your palm heavily against the wall, attempting to trap the burly blond man in front of you between yourself and the wall. However, your "prey" doesn't seem too impressed.
Ryuji quirks his lips slightly, the scar on his upper lip contorting along with his smile, looking at you with a mischievous expression. His roguish grin leaves you slightly irritated.
"How can you call this a kabedon with this little strength?" Ryuji chuckles lightly, his tone tinged with a hint of teasing.
You freeze, not expecting your carefully planned "offensive" to be so easily defused. Just as you're at a loss, Ryuji suddenly leans in close, his warm breath brushing against your ear.
"Let me show you what a real kabedon is like..."
Before you can respond, Ryuji swiftly lifts you onto his shoulder.
"Wait, what?! How?!" you ask in a flustered manner.
Without any answer, Ryuji strides purposefully towards a room not far away.
Dojima Daigo
You pushed him against the wall without hesitation. Your arm propped next to Daigo's face, trapping the Sixth chairman of the Tojo Clan firmly between yourself and the wall.
Daigo froze, a hint of confusion flickering in his deep eyes. He furrowed his brows slightly and asked calmly, "What are you doing?"
A smug smile played on your lips, mischief glinting in your eyes. You whispered, "I'm giving you a kabedon."
Daigo blinked, seemingly processing the information. After a moment, he nodded slightly and replied seriously, "Ah, I see." He then maintained the position without any further reaction.
Your smile faltered as you incredulously stared at the man before you, still calm. You sighed in resignation, saying, "You're as dense as a rock..."
Daigo just tilted his head, sporting a puzzled expression.
As you were about to give up and retract your arm, Daigo suddenly moved. His action was swift and fluid, leaving you no time to react. In the blink of an eye, the positions between you two had switched.
Now it was Daigo who kabedoned you against the wall. His arm propped near your ear, body slightly leaning forward, his face mere inches from yours. Uncertainty flickered in Daigo's eyes as he tilted his head and asked, "Is this how it's done? Is this the kabedon?"
Your eyes widened, completely caught off guard by Daigo's uncharacteristic move. Your heart raced, a blush creeping onto your cheeks involuntarily. You opened your mouth but found yourself at a loss for words.
Daigo noticed the blush on your face. Frowning, he reached out and gently placed his hand on your forehead. His palm was cool, a stark contrast to your flushed face. Daigo asked seriously, "Why is your face so red? Are you running a fever?"
Feeling the warmth of Daigo's hand, your heart raced even faster. "I'm not running a fever...! It's... it's just really hot in here!"
At that moment, a knocking sound interrupted the delicate atmosphere between the two in the Chairman's office. Daigo slowly lowered his arm and stepped back. He looked at you, a hint of elusive emotion flashing in his eyes, and softly said, "I should get back to work."
You nodded and left his office. The events of moments ago replayed in your mind, a smile unconsciously tugging at your lips.
Mine Yoshitaka
You took a deep breath, mustering up the courage to gently push Mine against the wall. Your palm pressed against the cold surface, fingertips trembling slightly. Mine's breath was close, and you could smell a faint woody cologne on him. Looking up at him, you found his gaze direct, deep, and unreadable.
Mine's expression remained calm, but his voice was low and magnetic, "Are you kabedon-ing me?"
His calm response immediately made you flustered. Your cheeks felt hot, heart racing. You stammered, "Y-yes..." Your voice was softer than you had anticipated, almost a whisper.
Mine tilted his head slightly, murmuring to himself, "Kabedon huh..." His gaze grew deeper, as if contemplating something.
Suddenly, everything changed. Before you could react, Mine swiftly switched your positions. Your back hit the cold wall, making you inhale sharply. His arm propped near your ear, his palm against the wall, almost enveloping you completely.
You felt his thigh lightly pressing between yours, not in a crude manner but as a suggestive hint. Your breathing became rapid, heart beating even faster.
Leaning down, his lips almost touching your ear, his breath brushing against your skin, sending shivers down your spine involuntarily. His voice was low, magnetic, almost a whisper, "This way, it feels more imposing, doesn't it?"
I feel like majima would kabedon you like this:
And this is Masato and ichiban:
#yakuza x reader#ryu ga gotoku#Ryu ga gotoku x reader#ryuji goda#mine yoshitaka#daigo dojima#majima goro#akira nishikiyama#yakuza headcanons
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