#and the guy i have to call to learn about it (it's always a guy) is definitely not going to explain things slowly and clearly

[midnightswels]

AND THEY WERE ROOMMATES HEADCANONS

a/n: was thinking about being roommates with ellie and realised i NEED to write it down [recent work]

tw: i mean, it's poor fluff, mention of drinking, making out

roommate!ellie who is looking for a new roommate after her last one moved out to live with their partner. dina, ever the matchmaker, gives ellie your number, telling her you're perfect for the spot since you're laid-back, responsible, and (most importantly) not annoying.

roommate!ellie who rolled her eyes when dina mention you're into girls. "why does this matter?", she'd ask in an irritated tone but secretly thinks it’s awesome—less chance of awkwardness and more chance for shared queer culture jokes (and subtle flirting, though she'd never admit it).

roommate!ellie who was very nervous when dina invited you to a movie night together for you to meet her before moving in. she keeps overthinking—“what if she hates my movie choices? what if she thinks I’m a slob?” she even cleans the living room twice, just in case.

roommate!ellie who tries to act chill during the movie night but ends up awkwardly offering you snacks every five minutes to fill the silence ignoring dina's chuckles. when you compliment her vintage movie poster collection, she stumbles over her words and just mumbles, “yeah, uh, I guess they’re cool.”

roommate!ellie who turns out to be the perfect mix of chill and chaotic. she’ll let you borrow her clothes, but only if you ask first, because “boundaries, dude.” however, she’s also the type to borrow your hoodie without asking, especially if it smells like your perfume but she says it's just comfy.

roommate!ellie who can’t stop herself from smiling when she sees you curled up on the couch with her t-shirt with band picture on, binge-watching something ridiculous. she teases you about stealing her clothes but secretly loves it.

roommate!ellie who has an entire bookshelf filled with graphic novels, old paperbacks, and her sketchbooks when you have one with books and diaries. she’s shy about showing you her sketches at first, but eventually, she leaves one out for you to find—a drawing of you laughing during one of your late-night conversations. same about you: at first you refused to let her read your annotated copy of your favourite childhood book but then lent her it.

roommate!ellie who blasts her guitar late at night, apologizes profusely for it, then invites you to listen instead of going to bed. she’ll sheepishly admit she’s working on a new song but won’t look you in the eye when you compliment her voice.

roommate!ellie who invites you to play video games with her but always lets you win because she loves hearing you gloat about how “you’re the superior gamer.”

roommate!ellie who shake her head when dina and jessie hinting that she probably likes you. "that would be too cliché," she would say.

roommate!ellie who insists on cooking dinner together once a week. it’s usually something simple like pasta or tacos, but she’ll make it competitive, declaring herself “the gordon ramsay of roommates” when her side of the meal turns out better.

roommate!ellie who came up with the idea of making fridays your guys unofficial roommate day. she decides to surprise you one friday with homemade pizza, her guitar, and a makeshift dance floor in the living room. she twirls you around, singing the song off-key but with so much enthusiasm that you can’t help but laugh.

roommate!ellie who always finds little excuses to be near you—helping you hang posters, sitting close during movie nights, or brushing your hair out of your face when you’re deep in thought. when you call her out on it, she just shrugs and smirks. “what? i’m a tactile person.”

roommate!ellie who secretly learns how to bake your favorite dessert just to surprise you on a bad day. she’ll act casual about it, saying, “It’s no big deal,” but blushed when you tell her it’s the sweetest thing anyone’s ever done for you and got embarrassed when you started crying with happiness.

roommate!ellie who gets oddly protective of you when you’re upset. she’ll sit with you on the couch, offering her shoulder and awkwardly patting your back, mumbling, “i’m not great at this comforting stuff, but I’m here, okay?”

roommate!ellie who has a polaroid camera that she uses to document your time as roommates. she has a growing collection of photos: you holding her cat, you mid-laugh during a late-night chat, you asleep on the couch with her hoodie on. one night, you stumble upon a stack of these pictures and realize how much she’s been cherishing these little moments but was too embarrassed to tell her you saw it.

dina who is the ultimate instigator, constantly pointing out how much time you and ellie spend together. “roommates? sure. more like a domestic partnership.” ellie always rolls her eyes but can’t help the blush creeping up her neck.

dina and jessie who smirked when you both show up late to group hangouts but actually set you up for couple-y questions during truth or dare. “ellie, would you ever kiss your roommate?” jesse asks with a mischievous grin, and ellie glares at him, muttering, “you’re the worst.”

roommate!ellie who thought a lot after that night (thanks to jessie and dina) and almost confesses during a deep, late-night conversation. you’re lying on the couch, sharing a blanket, and she says, “I feel like... I don’t know. I don’t deserve how good you are to me.” you tease her about being sappy, and she loses her nerve.

roommate!ellie who spends the rest of the night sulking, when she saw one of your friends flirts with you during a party. when you finally ask what’s wrong, she blurts out, “I don’t want to watch someone else get what I—what we could have.”

roommate!ellie who offers some wine to relax after a stressful week full of exams.

roommate!ellie with whom you playing cards while being tipsy and who leans in to grab the deck from your hands, and you both freeze when her face is way too close to yours.

roommate!ellie who stares at you, her lips parting slightly, and before you can think, you lean in and kiss her. It’s short and sweet, but it lingers in the air like an unspoken promise.

roommate!ellie who's eyes widen, and she blurts out, “was that...?” while looking away, but you were too fed up about it so cut her off, laughing nervously. “yeah. It was.” after a moment, she smirks, “wanna do it again?” and you simply nodded kissing her one more time — now passionately, like your life depends on it.

roommate!ellie who ends up making out with you next 20 minutes before you two fall asleep

roommate!ellie who wakes up the next morning with her head still spinning from the kiss(es) you shared the night before. She finds you in the kitchen, making coffee like nothing happened. ellie nervously clears her throat, scratching the back of her neck. “so, uh... about last night—”

you cut her off again, smirking over your mug. “what about it?”

ellie shifts awkwardly before finally blurting out, “I liked it. like... a lot. and I don’t want it to just be a one-time thing.”

you step closer, setting your coffee down and tilting your head at her. “good. because I liked it too.”

[iinthehexcore]

little mouse

Silco saved you in the bar a while ago. It was only fitting that you returned that favor.

content: SLIGHTLY suggestive toward the end, talk of weapons, sequel to 'the last drop', tagging a few of the people who asked for a p2, 1825 words

an: happy christmas to all who celebrate! hope you guys like this, enjoy!

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"Hey, Mouse."

You stood up from your crouching position, placing a glass on the bar top. Sevika came in, a lit cigarette on the corner of her mouth as she let out a sigh, plopping down on one of the seats. Over the months, the two of you had became some sort of friends. Now, Sevika was a closed off person to begin with, not trusting you even one bit, but after seeing you work and defend your people, she warmed up to you. Ever since that one moment where you sneaked behind a man to steal back the bottle of booze that he had taken from the bar, she called you Mouse. Silent, but gets the job done.

"Rough day?"

The woman in front of you hummed, inhaling the smoke before turning her head, blowing it back out. Her favorite liquor was already set in a place where it was easy for you to grab. You dropped an ice cube into the glass, filling it up before pushing it her way. She thanked you, downing the entire thing as she groaned.

"Finn wants to meet with Silco today."

You raised an eyebrow, topping up her glass again before screwing the cap back on, placing it on the shelf right beside you. Some of the droplets that had spilled got neatly wiped up with your rag as you tossed it on the counter.

"What does Finn want with him?"

Sevika knew you didn't like the man either. It was something you bonded over. His exaggerated confidence annoyed the both of you, together with his lame attempts on trying to get Sevika on his side, and trying to get you in his bed. You knew not to fully piss the man off though. At least, not without Silco knowing first.

"Can trust you, can't I, Mouse?"

"Sevika," you sigh, "I quite literally cleaned blood off of the tables just so Silco wouldn't know that you beat that drunk guy up. Yes, you can."

She raised an eyebrow, the slightest smirk on her face as she sipped from her cup.

"Heard something about him wanting to overthrow Silco. Wants to be the most powerful Chembaron in Zaun."

It made you roll your eyes.

"He always bites off more than he can chew. He came to you?"

She hummed and nodded, swirling the ice cube in the glass. It made you chuckle as you glanced at the door, seeing the rest of the pub still empty.

"So he is still stupid enough to think you will betray Silco," you sighed, "Finn needs to learn to keep his mouth shut. Not only better for us, but also better for him."

"I just hope he stays away from here. I can't be here tonight - Silco has me out on a job."

You grimaced, squinting your eyes before pouring yourself a glass of water. Silco had told you that you could drink as long as you knew how to handle yourself, but you felt much more confident in being completely sober. You never knew what could happen, not in the Zaun now.

A week ago, Silco gifted you something. He said that it was because you were so good at your job, but little did you know the real reason. The man, though not doubting your skills or confidence, was… scared. With nothing but some glass bottles and a tea towel to defend yourself, he knew you needed something. Thieram had a gun, Sevika had her whole arm, so, for you, he found another weapon. A knife, small and thin, hidden away on your belt. You wouldn't even need to kill someone, no. That was not what he wanted. It simply gave him some peace of mind to know that if something were to happen, you would have something to defend yourself with.

"Thieram and I can keep an eye out," you winked, sipping your water, "Highly doubt you will miss anything."

The small clock next to you made you realize it was already later than you thought. Normally, Silco would have been downstairs right now, sipping a drink before the crowd would get big before disappearing into his office.

"Well, I will see you later, then. Time for Silco's drink."

"Hmm," Sevika threw her head back, gulping down the rest of her drink before wiping her mouth, "See you later, Mouse."

With a glass in one hand and the bottle in the other, you walked up the stairs, knocking on the door before you heard a 'come in'. Behind the door sat Silco, annoyed look on his face. On his desk laid a map and a lit cigar rested on the dish that Jinx had painted for him.

"Care for a drink?"

"Gladly," he groaned.

You quietly closed the door behind you, placing the gold-rimmed glass on his desk. Neither of you exchanged words, but it didn't feel necessary. The liquor splattered against the glass as you filled it up, closing the bottle again and stepping back.

"Expecting any guests?"

"Thankfully not."

"Well… If you need another drink, let me know."

He hummed in return, raising the glass to his lips as you left again. It seemed that in the few minutes that you were gone, the bar had filled up, and Thieram had arrived. He was busy making drinks as you greeted him with a smile, placing Silco's bottle back before pouring glasses.

Half an hour. That was how long you were able to just simply do your job. An odd character here and there trying to flirt with you before drunkenly walking off, drinks spilled, Thieram having to scold some idiots. You smiled at the woman in front of you as you handed her the drink, your gaze falling to the door behind her that opened and closed. In walked Finn, his golden jaw shimmering in the dim light. It made you raise an eyebrow - Silco wasn't expecting anyone today.

Instinctively, you looked to the booth to your left before remembering that Sevika wasn't here for the evening. But, what in the hell was Finn doing here? On his own, too. The man was nothing without at least one person by his side. You wiped the counter, your eyes following the figure as Finn walked up the stairs, disappearing from your sight.

"Thieram, I will be right back."

Your hand reached for Silco's bottle, the other one patting your hip to make sure that you had the knife with you. Maybe Finn was just there being harmless, but when has he not tried to pull some tricks? Worst case you have to pour both of them a drink. And so, after pushing yourself through the crowd, you sneaked up the stairs. No trace of Finn.

Stopping in front of the door, you paused. It was hard to hear if anything was being said as the crowd was rather loud, but you could hear the low humming of Silco's voice. Then, a louder voice, one dripping in forced confidence. You slowly opened the door, bottle held in your hands as if a weapon, before peeking in. There, Finn with a blade in his hand, standing right in front of Silco. Your boss must have been sitting down as you only saw his legs peek out from under the desk, but with Finn puffing his chest, it was hard to see anything.

Softly, you closed the door behind again, sneaking closer and closer.

"Today is the day you die, Silco."

You peeked past Finn's legs, seeing Silco sigh before putting his hand on his head. It seemed like neither men had noticed you. Finn tightened the grip on the blade, a sly smirk on his face.

"That's a risk I've known all my life."

With that, you jumped up, raising the bottle high above your head before smashing it down on Finn's cheek. He let out a surprised gasp as he stumbled to the floor, blood trickling down his eye as you slipped your knife out of the holster, holding it against Finn's neck.

"Day you die, Finn?"

Silco, who already had his hand on the holster of his pistol, looked at you confused, though he knew now was not the time. He cocked it, aiming it at Finn. The loud thuds and breaking glass seemed to catch quite some attention as Sevika burst in, metal arm nearly breaking off the door. She had just finished her job, wanting to let Silco know it was all done, stains still on her metal arm.

There, you on top of Finn with a knife to his throat, Silco with a gun aimed at the very same man, and a blade laying too far away for Finn to reach.

"Sevika, perfect moment," Silco pushed back his hair, his shoulders dropping before pointing to the man on the floor, "Surely you can take care of him?"

It seemed like all her dreams came true as she grinned. Oh, she can. She grabbed him by the neck as you stepped off of him, huffing as Sevika dragged him away. To where? You had no idea, but you did not doubt Sevika's skills.

"Well, well, well, little Mouse."

You averted your gaze back to Silco who only looked at you with what seemed to be an amused grin. He placed his gun back on his desk, one hand on his hip before gesturing.

"Quite a spectacle there. Care to explain?"

He moved one of the chairs back for you before sinking down on his own, taking a hit of his cigar. You sat on the chair in front of him, placing the blade right next to his pistol.

"I wasn't going to kill him. Don't think I could, no matter how annoying he is," you sighed, "I just… You said that there were no meetings today, and Finn showing up when Sevika wasn't supposed to be here seemed like much more than a mere coincidence. I didn't mean to come in without knocking, Silco."

"No," he tutted, "No apologies. I believe in loyalty more than a closed door, Mouse."

He swirled the ice around in his cup, looking at the broken glass and spilled liquor on the wooden floor.

"Such a shame we wasted this on an... idiot like Finn."

You snorted, shaking your head.

"Sorry. If it turned out he was here to make peace, then at least I could have poured you both a drink."

"You know, Mouse," Silco hummed, his fingers tracing the rim of the glass, "I never understood why you were called that. Mouse."

He placed emphasis on your nickname, glancing up at you.

"Sevika called you Mouse, and so did I. Surely there had to have been a reason for it. But now, I have seen it first hand," he nodded, "Didn't even see you sneak in. Finn surely didn't expect it."

You looked up at him, tilting your head.

"I can be quiet if I wish to."

"A handy skill indeed," hummed Silco, placing his glass on his desk, "Care to see how quiet we can be, little Mouse?"

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tags: @nottherealamber @sevikashimmerstrap

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Well, I was going to be a minimally civilized person, but considering that you called me a TERF out of nowhere, when I haven’t mentioned anything related to gender issues, when I haven’t alluded to that topic at all, and you just pulled that out of thin air as a fallacious argument to try to discredit me from the very first paragraph—well, I’m going to be a bit of a bitch and choose violence.

First: idk what book this person read, but Snape's obsession with Lily was creepy to the extreme. That their friendship started by him all but stalking her and Petunia should have been red flag #1. I mean, sure, he was a traumatized kid without friends, but that doesn't absolve him of his continued obsession. He literally stood outside the Gryffindor common room, refusing to leave, until she came out to talk.

Are you saying that a nine-year-old boy watching other kids play is a creepy stalker? I suppose you, at eight or nine, would just jump right into groups of kids and start playing with them for no reason, but let me introduce you to the quintessential representation of an introverted child. Because yes, introverted kids exist, although to you, it seems all of them must be stalkers just because they don’t know how to introduce themselves to other kids and just stand there watching. That’s something normal for any introverted kid who wants to socialize but doesn’t know how.

Severus and Lily were friends, mutually so—not because he was following her around. Some of you really need to learn to deal with the canon of the books. They were friends before Hogwarts, and clearly, during their school years, the relationship weakened until it eventually ended. But during that time, there is absolutely no indication that Severus was following her around because it was a CONSENSUAL childhood friendship. Did he wait for her outside? Of course he did. I’m sorry your personal life is so pathetic that your friends always ignore you when you’ve had a disagreement, but in my circle, it’s quite common that when we argue, we even knock on each other’s doors if needed to talk it out and resolve it. So, I don’t know, girl—it seems like a pretty normal attitude to me, wanting to fix things after a fight. What doesn’t seem so normal to me is a guy coming up to me and saying that if I date him, he’ll stop bullying my friend, as James Potter did. Nor would it seem normal for a bunch of kids known for bullying and casting spells on others to have a magical GPS to track where everyone at school is going, like the Marauder's Map. That’s super stalker-ish and creepy as hell because you can see where everyone is and what they’re doing. But I guess in your psychotropic view of reality, that’s just some mega-fun thing, while a nine-year-old not knowing how to introduce himself to other kids is the devil reincarnated. Truly, you have a totally coherent and undistorted view of reality, honey.

And yeah, he did switch sides out of guilt. But he canonically didn't give a damn about Harry. If he was actually trying to protect the kid, he would have done more than bully and abuse (occlumency lessons anyone?) the kid. Teaching at Hogwarts was never about redemption. It was about staying out of Azkaban. (And Dumbledore's manipulation, but he's a whole 'nother can of worms)

And what does it matter? I mean, Harry doesn’t have to care. Again, these are moral assumptions you impose on the character just because you feel like it. I don’t give a damn if he cared about Harry or not; what matters to me is that he did his job effectively. What’s canon is that he spent seven years saving the ass of a kid who was constantly trying to get himself into trouble and who, along with his friends, was a constant headache. But thanks to Severus, they didn’t end up dead more than once, so whether or not he cared deep down about those kids doesn’t matter because what matters is that he did his job properly and kept them alive.

And well, I’m sorry if you don’t understand how sentencing works, but not all sentences involve going to prison. Community service is a type of sentence, for example, so maybe Severus didn’t go to Azkaban, but he paid his debt to society in full by serving Dumbledore for 16 years and then continuing his legacy even after his death. I don’t care if he was a bad teacher; that’s Dumbledore’s fault for putting him there at 21, with massive trauma, zero chances to heal emotionally, and an overwhelming workload. Good or bad teacher, he paid his debt to society, so sorry, but your whining is, once again, utter nonsense based on your ethical and moral expectations that don’t matter for presenting the facts.

Second: the books actually say that Snape was 'up to his nose in the dark arts'. He was an active participant. He didn't just 'hang out' with to-be-DE, he WAS one. He joined up of his own free will. He became Voldemort's RIGHT HAND. He didn't regret calling someone a mudbl***. He regretted that it was Lily.

It’s funny that you attack me, calling me a TERF, and two seconds later, you talk about Severus as if he’s pure evil incarnate without taking into account his context and how he perfectly fits the usual target demographic for far-right groups to recruit new members. How the fact that Severus came from a poor and extremely violent environment made him a perfect victim to fall under the influence of people who offered him a better life, recognition, and support, when outside of that environment, all he knew was not even having enough to buy clothes and being tormented by a couple of rich pure-blooded kids making his life miserable. And yes, girl, he called Lily a Mudblood, but honestly, Lily had been about to smile at her bully while that bully was sexually assaulting him, and he had just come out of a highly stressful situation. We all say things we don’t mean in moments like that because we act completely irrationally. Plus, Severus could also be considered a Mudblood, considering he was a half-blood with a Muggle father and had grown up in a Muggle neighborhood surrounded by Muggles, so it doesn’t seem like such a big deal to me, but whatever.

And Snape CANONICALLY attacked the marauders just as much as they went after him. Just because they went after him first in that ONE memory, doesn't mean he didn't instigate too.

I don’t know if you’re still drunk after Christmas Eve dinner or what, but the books never establish such a thing. That’s something Sirius says, who is a completely unreliable source because, at 36, he was still calling the guy he nearly killed by that shitty nickname. So, sorry if I don’t trust anything from a guy who showed zero remorse about being a disgusting bully, but what do you want me to tell you?

What is established in the books is that Severus and Lily were calmly talking on the train, and James Potter interrupted their conversation to make fun of Severus. What is established in the books is that Sirius committed attempted murder. And what is established in the books is that Severus was walking along minding his own business, and since Sirius Black was super bored and wanted it to be a full moon, his best friend James Potter decided to attack Severus Snape and humiliate him in front of the entire school. They attacked him two-on-one, outnumbering him. Not only that, but they were also two rich kids from upper-class pure-blood aristocratic families going after a half-blood, working-class kid who didn’t have a dime to his name and no parents to defend him. Ignoring the extreme inequality between Severus and his bullies shows a tremendous lack of social awareness and absolutely zero understanding of class dynamics. I’m surprised that some of you claim to be activists and call yourselves social justice warriors when you haven’t cracked open a book in your lives. If you had, you’d see how problematic it is to defend a couple of rich bullies over their poor victim. It’s absolutely classist and disgusting, and pretending they were on equal footing and it was just a rivalry is to completely ignore all the power imbalances inherent in relationships affected by pronounced social and economic disparities. James and Sirius were two abusive rich brats who constantly mocked a kid for his appearance, which was directly tied to his lack of financial resources. When they laughed at him in the school courtyard, they made direct references to the state of his underwear, which relates precisely to his economic and social condition. You’re defending a couple of classist jerks, and then you throw around buzzwords like "she must be a TERF." Well, I’ve never excused anyone’s transphobia—you should stop excusing classism because, in that sense, you resemble J.K. Rowling far more than I do, clown.

And let's talk about the werewolf incident for a minute because i am sick and tired of Snape Apologists using this as an excuse. That was NOT planned. That was a lapse of judgement on Sirius' part alone (yeah, fucked to hell and he is fully responsible for that). At the same time though, NO ONE MADE HIM GO. Snape was given a vague instruction and he was so focused on 'getting back' at the marauders that he put HIMSELF in danger. That is just as much on him as it is on Sirius.

Ah, there it is, the one who calls women TERFs but then engages in victim-blaming. Yes, it was planned—Sirius planned it. And it’s called attempted murder, which not only should have resulted in expulsion but in the real world would have landed Sirius in a juvenile detention center for a few months if the prosecution's lawyer had been good. But setting that aside, I really like how you say “nobody forced Severus to go,” blaming him for what happened. It reminds me of when I was almost raped in a nightclub a few years ago, and the security guard I told about it to catch the guy said something like, “Well, no one told you to make out with that guy, you know.” It’s exactly the same goddamn speech that any basic straight guy would give to a woman who’s been assaulted or nearly so, questioning her about how she was dressed, where she was, or how far things went with the man in question. A round of applause—besides being a classist jerk, you re-victimize abuse victims. You really have it all, my friend.

Then the sexual assault? This is another common thing I see and it took me forever to figure out what it was even referring to. The pantsing? You cannot tell me he was the only one that happened to. If the levitating spell was really as popular as it's stated, this incident wasn't special. I'm willing to bet Snape did it to others too.

I’d like you to imagine Severus as a girl for a moment, and James exposing her in front of the whole school in her underwear. Then I’d like you to picture her in her bra and panties and imagine James’s voice saying, “Should I take off her knickers?” And now I want you to tell me that’s not sexual assault. It’s incredible how Marauders stans try to come across as super progressive and woke, but you just can’t, because your entire personality is based on defending rich elitist kids. And, of course, the mask slips. I have to laugh because seriously, it’s pathetic.

Third: Lupin not taking the wolfsbane. Yes, serious lapse in judgement. He also just saw Peter and Sirius on the map. The argument of it being criminal and a ticking time bomb is honestly werewolf prejudice and exactly why Remus has such a hard time finding a job in the first place. Way to go. You've discovered discrimination.

And no, I don’t feel sorry at all for the bullying accomplice who grew up to be an irresponsible adult, ended up knocking up a 24-year-old at 38, and then bolted. As far as I’m concerned, Remus Lupin can go to hell a thousand times. But hey, no problem, let’s keep defending accomplices to abuse who treat their partners like garbage. Why not? Poor thing.

Fourth: Get McGonagall's name out of your fucking mouth. She is CANONICALLY shown NOT showing prejudice and treating EVERYONE by the same standards. And, did you forget that 'Moody' here was actually a death eater in disguise? No duh he's using cruel and unusual punishments??? Full of abusive teachers my ass.

I never said McGonagall didn’t treat people equally; I said she was quite a strict teacher, and that’s canon. Severus wasn’t the only teacher who talked to or treated students in questionable ways, and if it had been such a big deal, his colleagues would have called him out—which never happened.

Fifth: What do you mean the kids weren't scared for life? I do believe those CHILDREN will carry that trauma with them for the rest of their lives. Saying that it didn't break them is cruel and completely dismisses the VERY REAL pain and suffering that they went through. They are real heroes because they OVERCAME their trials. Not all of us out here in the real world are so lucky.

It’s funny how you’re so convinced that having a strict teacher will leave children permanently traumatized for life, clutching your pearls over the cognitive and psychological consequences that might result, yet you wrote an entire text tearing down a character who endured violence as a child, suffered intense bullying, and was abandoned by every adult around him. For you, suffering and pain only matter when it’s about tearing down a character you hate. You’re like a typical right-wing politician, only concerned about social issues when it’s time to crush the opponent. Quite hypocritical and double-standard behavior on your part, but then again, not much more can be expected from someone with zero class consciousness.

And saying Regulus accomplished nothing? Disgraceful. Of course it took a catalyst for him to change his ways thats how redemption arcs work.

Ehhhh no. Regulus was a rich kid like Draco Malfoy, thrilled to be a Death Eater. He joined because he genuinely believed he was superior to others due to his blood status and aristocratic family. But when faced with bloodshed, it overwhelmed him, and he backed out. He didn’t accomplish anything—he just acted foolishly, which delayed things for Harry years later. Funny how you see redemption in Regulus but not in Severus, who spent almost twenty years of his life paying his debt to society. Funny how you’re so lenient with Regulus, who’s described as handsome, wealthy, similar to his brother physically, coming from a privileged family, fitting the aesthetic of a mysterious, elegant guy that looks great on Pinterest boards. But you’re not so understanding with Severus, who came from abject poverty, is constantly described as ugly and unpleasant, and clearly lacks that smooth aura. I love it because people like you point fingers at others for things that are really just projections of your own internal prejudices.

If you made it this far, I hope you have a good day. Believe whatever you want, obvy I'm not going to change anyone's opinion. You can't MAKE a person understand. Still, it's nice to rant and remind myself how nice it is that I live in my own little corner of the fandom where I don't have to see this bullshit on my dash

If you’ve read this far, I wish you a Merry Christmas. I hope one day you’ll dignify yourself by opening a book on social politics or class dynamics. I hope one day you’ll bother to read statistics on how violence and economics interplay with predispositions to criminality. And I hope one day you’ll think twice before calling someone a TERF without reflecting on your own disgusting classism, beauty privilege tendencies, victim-blaming, and utter inability to analyze characters. Also, you might want to reconsider defending rich, privileged, abusive kids because it’s seriously cringe-worthy. Kisses.

okay, hold my drink *hands u cursed ancient goblet full of mead* i gotta talk my shit for a second.

ive been seeing a lot of severus snape love recently. and this is fine, obviously, y'all can love whomever you want. but. i need to rant or i will explode. if we're talking about canon. severus snape spends his adult years, seven books of it in fact, abusing children. and his excuse for this is the girl he loved (tho not enough not to join a group actively trying to exterminate her) fell for the hot jock instead of him (a tragedy indeed, i weep 4 him, i really do). and also she died, which, admittedly is very sad.

it is simply crazy 2 me 2 look at that and think *romance* or *genuine care and affection*. LIKE. fo real. snape calls her a slur in public, apologizes in private, hangs out with dudes who commit hate crimes against her friends (CANONICALLY, she says "you've been hanging out with that douchebag Mulciber, how could you do that after what he did to Mary???" this is not a direct quote but like, it's close enough). lame. loser behaviour.

"Oh but what about regulus" i can hear you say "he loves James potter but snape doesn't love lily???" well. idk. maybe. bit different tho, innit? due to james not being the demographic regulus is attacking (which doesn't make regulus a better person but does make the dynamic between him and james different). ALSO. Regulus chooses to turn against voldemort without hope for anything in return. snape doesn't seem to give a shit about voldemort, he's just sad he's not gonna get to bang lily evans. he switches sides for that reason alone. also doesn't care about what happens to her husband or her son which like. considering lily would be pretty fucking destroyed if they died. once again points to my whole, he doesn't really give a shit about her, theory. lame. loser. behaviour.

also. im sorry. I"M SORRY. but what snape does to neville? to hermione? to harry? gross. a grown ass man out here telling an eleven year old neville he's worthless or hermione she's ugly and annoying. or spilling harry's potion and refusing to grade him for it???????????????

reg and draco are children when we see them at peak suckage and therefore they feel like they can be redeemed much more compellingly (CAN be, not SHOULD be, not HAVE to be, just narratively i think they are easier to turn into interesting, sympathetic characters). but snape? snape grows up into a garbage adult. like he doesn't get better. and again, the only real excuse we're given is his obsession with lily. not very demure. not very cutesy.

ALSO. yall remember that time he got a destitute, struggling Remus Lupin fired from the best job he ever had just because he felt like it? remember that time snape weaponized Remus's lycanthropy and people's prejudice against him just cause. like. literally just cause??? his ego was bruised after the shrieking shack incident so he was like "get wrecked Lupin I'm going to tell everyone your secret so you will be forced back out onto the streets" DO YALL REMEMBER THAT BITCH ASS MOVE????????? THAT HE DID AS A FULL ADULT.

IN CONCLUSION, this is silly and, of course, like i said at the start, everyone can have their own thoughts and feelings about characters, but i simply needed to interject here on behalf of snape haters everywhere because i feel like so much of snape's shitty behaviour as an adult during a time when he was really under no duress and was very safe and cozy, is ignored. and my hater heart just cannot let that stand.

[xxnghtclls]

Uraume‘s Epilogue

Information about Sukuna we got with this epilogue that I find important 🤲

The cloak that Sukuna wears is an actual proper black Haori with sleeves 😆 He even seems to have made holes in the back to be able to stick his second pair of arms through it!

As a moot on bluesky pointed out: his icehouse is called a Himuro. It even looks like he built it himself. Or he found an abandoned one, or killed the previous owner. I‘m not sure about how far those icehouses were located from the actual residence of a person, but so far it seems to me that Sukuna might‘ve lived all alone in that forest. (Maybe even built himself a hut idk) I sure have always seen him as someone who enjoys quiet and nature.

Considering he just made a hole in his Haori instead of having one tailored for him, we could assume he didn‘t have money or any kind of social interactions in that point of his life.

This whole page just screams Permission bro.

Him in a forest, the killed stags, Uraume preparing meat for him 😭

So what do we learn? Gege read Permission

Him taking Uraume with him (regardless of whatever their relationship was) and him staying with them after death, just shows once again that Sukuna isn‘t the raging mindless Monster some ppl make him seem to be. He actually can be very soft at heart, makes me wonder if he took Uraume with him since he knows what it means to be an abandoned child / orphan. Of course he was calculating bcs of his destroyed ice house and the good meat, but he doesn‘t come across any kind of scary or devious in any of those panels. So there actually might be a soft core in him.

The translation said that his earrings are no decoration but that it‘s a deformed bone 😭 My guy has itching ears how cute can he get??

And finally, his twins soul got reincarnated into Wasuke, not Jin as we previously thought. I recommend to rewatch Wasukes moments in the anime. It‘s likely that Sukuna‘s behavior is very similar to his 😆

[theolivetree123]

So uuhhhh I've decided to ship Kira with Epel bc @moonyasnow is a genius

So enjoy their meet-cute 💙

Yapping abt these two below

So, Kira and Epel meet during Glorious Masquerade when Epel, Deuce, and Azul are getting pastries. Epel bumps into Kira and is instantly attracted to her (he sees a beautiful lady and folds on the spot). They meet again after the glomas story concludes, since Kira used to go to Noble Bell and she was visiting family there. She got an invitation from Rollo to come see her old school, and she reluctantly agreed. Her and Rollo don't have a great relationship.

At the dance at Noble Bell, Epel kept eyeing Kira, still stunned by her beauty. Rook teased him and practically forced him to talk to Kira, pushing him towards her. Their first proper meet was a bit awkward at first, but Kira kept the conversation going, and the two became friends that day. Epel and Kira had a lot in common, and practically never stopped agreeing with each other. When the party concluded, Kira gave Epel her number in hopes that they'd talk again. Epel was obviously extremely happy but also kinda nervous. He didn't contact Kira until two weeks after the events of Glomas, and when he did, Kira didn't realize it was him at first.

Once Epel and Kira started messaging each other, they could not stop. They'd always ramble to each other about so many things, and Epel would sometimes even prioritize messaging Kira rather than doing homework. The two learned more and more about each other, and Epels' crush on Kira only grew. The two only met up twice after Glomas, and during those meet-ups, Epel and Kira mainly did stuff that couples would do, making all of Epels' friends suspicious about the status of his and Kiras' relationship.

Kira absolutely adores Epel. She thinks he's one of the coolest people and admires his determination to get stronger. Though Kira thinks Epel is absolutely adorable, she's learned that Epel doesn't like being referred by feminine terms, so she always calls him things like "cool", "dapper", "charming", "handsome", and things of the sort. Kira also loves to compliment Epel, whether she means it in a romantic way or not. Kira just really admires Epel, lol.

That's it for now hehe 💙 I hope yall love these sillies as much as I do

If u guys have any ship name suggestions, share em in the comments!

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[lost-in-fandoms]

Winter Warmers day 23: small cock. Maxiel. About 730 words.

Max is great at sucking dick.

He knows, both because multiple people have told him, and because he practiced until he was good at it. He hadn't always been good at it, obviously, his gag reflex was pretty shit actually and his technique was passable at best, but he had worked on it, and now he was great.

He had worked on his gag reflex until he could let guys fuck his throat without chocking. He had taken notes on what made them moan, what made their hand in his hair tighten, and what made their thighs shake. He had learned the best ways to make them come quick, and then ones to make them last.

There had been several reasons behind his dedication. First of all, he hated being bad at something. Not that he had been bad at first, or at least he didn't think he was, but he didn't want to be just decent, not when it was a skill he could improve.

Second of all, he did love sucking dick. He liked the weight of it in his mouth, the feeling of being full, of having to regulate his breathing to not get dizzy, the salty and sour taste of precum on his tongue. And he liked that even if he was the one on his knees, he still was the one in control. He liked the power that came with giving up power, the feeling of letting a guy fuck his mouth, of allowing them to use him. And he liked getting a little mean with it sometimes, edging them over and over, pulling back just when he knew they were so close, using just the barest hint of teeth.

It was fun, and it was good, and it made him feel great.

But lastly, he had decided that blowjobs would be his best skill in sex because he knew he was...below average in other areas. Namely, in the dick area. Not only below average, but small. Tiny even.

He wasn't ashamed of it, it was just another part of his body he couldn't change, like the color of his eyes or the shape of his nose, but he was aware he couldn't fuck anyone with it.

So, blowjobs.

He had reasoned that if he could blow guys away with his blowing (ah!) skills, then they wouldn't be too disappointed with the little he was packing. And mostly it had worked. He had to throw out a couple guys, had to walk out on a few others, but the overall balance of his sex experiences was definitely skewed towards good.

He didn't really mind if his partners ignored his dick during sex. He liked being fucked, he liked being kissed, his nipples were sensitive, and if needed he could use his own hand to make himself come. It was not a big deal.

Until Daniel.

Max had employed his usual strategy with Daniel. Kiss them silly, then get on his knees and make them come, so that their brain is soup when they finally see his disappointing dick.

Except. Except that Daniel had come, and then had asked to make Max come, and when Max had shrugged and stepped out of his pants, his usual apology and "it's okay, I can make myself come" already on his tongue, Daniel had also dropped to his knees.

He had dropped to his knees and exhaled, something impossible like awe on his face. And then he had made Max come so hard his knees had buckled and he had almost killed them both.

Because, for some unknown reason, Daniel seems to love Max's dick. He tells Max all the time, tries to touch it and get his mouth on it whenever he can. He calls it pretty, and perfect, and makes Max blush all the way down to his chest, squirming on the bed because of it. Sometimes they're sitting on the couch, watching a movie, and Daniel will just stick his hand down Max's pants, gathering his dick and balls in his palm, holding it just to hold it until inevitably Max gets hard and Daniel gets to make him come.

So now Max still sucks Daniel's dick , but it no longer feels like compensation, it's just a skill that both him and Daniel enjoy.

And he's great at it.

[windvexer]

Hiya Chicken, hope all is well with you! Something’s been on my mind and I would love your perspective.

The thrust of it is: can the will of the universe (if there is such a thing) override spellwork?

For context, I lost my job earlier this year, and have been working some magic to get re-employed (along with a metric shit ton of mundane legwork). None of it has been fruitful, and in attempting to troubleshoot, I realized that several of my spells had conditions along the lines of “this new job will serve my highest and best self.”

I’m still a novice at casting – frankly, I’ve not had much success with *any* magic (😞) – so I’m guessing the more immediately pertinent issue has to do with raising power/magical headspace. But, I’m curious if that nebulous “highest and best” would get in the way of producing results.

Also, where exactly does that language originate?? I think I’ve seen it when people talk about petitioning the universe for guidance, or getting in touch with your purpose/path in this life, but is that from a certain tradition or set of beliefs? And if everyone has a pre-determined purpose (or something else that counts as becoming your highest and best self), would including such a statement cause spells to fail if whatever you’re casting for doesn’t align with that purpose? Because real talk, my unemployment has run out and I don’t have time to wait for the highest and best job any more.

Thanks so much for your time, I appreciate you!!

It's New Age.

FUCK your highest/best self.

Even if it exists it can go suck a room temperature limp pickle.

Bear with me my guy. Let's be bears together, peacefully watching the sunrise of this idea over the serene forests of wisdom:

What in the good fuck is the point of being a witch if not to DO WHAT YOU WANT TO DO REGARDLESS OF WHAT THE SHIT UNIVERSE HAS DELEGATED FOR YOU.

It is changing fate.

It is CHANGING FATE.

WITCHCRAFT IS CHANGING FATE.

THEREFORE HOW CAN YOU DO THAT IF YOU JUST ASK THE UNIVERSE TO KEEP DOING WHAT ITS DOING?!

"Hi I believe in this life I have been assigned a True Goal and Best Outcome. I don't know what it is! The Universe could decide it's in my best interest to never escape poverty so my soul can learn some shit. But whatever this Best Outcome is, I will obey it :) blindly :) Spells, go do my bidding! But not if they change my fate. I'm on those train tracks, baybeee. Full speed ahead towards the same place I've been going since birth."

YOUR SPIRITUALITY FOR HOW YOU CHOOSE TO STRIVE TO BE A GOOD PERSON, AND THE PERSONAL WORK YOU DO TO BETTER YOURSELF, SHOULD PROBABLY BE INTENTIONAL I BET.

What is your highest good? Because I kind of feel like you shouldn't leave that up to a nebulous force you don't understand. My guy, and I mean this in the best possible way, you don't even know the widely popular faith (New Age) these beliefs are coming from. I don't think you understand this concept of The Universe; and yet you seem to be willing to place your fate in its hands.

And I think you may also be horrified by the realization that you are ceding autonomy of your ambitions, your goals, your needs, even the very core of your morality, to some fucking Power or Presence or whatever.

What is your highest good? I'm sorry, I mean this genuinely - you do not get to let someone else decide that for you. We all have to read some philosophy and smoke weed and look at the stars with friends and decide for ourselves what it means to be a good person who lives well. Many of us will grapple with this our entire lives.

There is no shortcut. You can't be your best self by doing whatever you want and delegating the decision making to some outside force, hoping that a smarter and more benevolent power will just cancel out any bad decisions you make based on a rubric you don't understand.

If we do have Highest Selves and soul evolution, I do not believe we can evolve based on always letting someone else make the final call for us.

YOU CAN HAVE GUIDANCE. You can have help. You can have plenty of it!!

That's what the witch's familiar is for. That's what tutelary spirits are for. That's why so many people turn to gods for guidance. You can research someone, or ask for a specific kind of help, and say, "hi I want to cast a job spell but I don't know sorcery great, can someone help me craft this so that I don't end up doing something disastrous?"

That's what I do all the time! I'll be about to do some stupid shit about twice a week, but the spirits who love me and help me are like, "Hey! please do not do that sweaty :) That would be Bad," and I listen to them, because they are not nebulous faraway forces; they are my very good friends whom I have known for years and trust completely.

But at the end of the day, they can't make decisions for you. A very creepy truth, that I believe is actually true, is that gods and spirits of Witchcraft will not make decisions for you. They will not cancel out spells if it's not in your "highest good." They will let you do anything you want in your own worst interest.

They will help you and they will guide you. But it's like I said: you can't end up being your best self by doing whatever and hoping someone else picks up the slack.

I don't think it's possible to ever achieve any highest good or best self by never making an actual decision.

And that's what it is, I think. That's what it is when you say, "let me have a job if someone else thinks it's a good idea."

That's not your decision. That's not your choice. That's not your power. That's raising your hand in the back of class and hoping teacher will call on you.

Fuck the Universe. Fuck the highest good. How about some of that live deliciously shit? When do YOU get to eat? Your highest self must be stuffed at the table of delicacies harvested from every moment of your life that you sacrifice to it while you are here with your unemployment run out.

Look in The Universe's eye and tell it to start calling you daddy.

Command. Do not ask, do not intend. Force; compel. Dominate.

next I visualize that the candle is full of prosperous energies if Earth-Goddess wills it in my highest good- NO.

"Listen to me. Listen to me, Earth. Listen to me, Sky. Listen to me, my own Soul. For 27 goddamn years I have been doing whatever I think you want me to do. Now you're all going to do what I want to do. It is not my normal voice that speaks, but the voice of my power. The power within me laces every word, it seeps into the air like water into paper."

Do you feel like someone is suddenly squeezing you by the throat? Do words suddenly become hard to find? Do you feel a bit dizzy? Do you have a strange moment where you can't remember why you started any of this, like you're not sure how you got there? You're on the right track.

"On this day of Jupiter, on this hour of Jupiter, I am giving a command. I command that the magical pathways of this candle be opened, so that the free-flowing and freely given benevolent powers of Jupiter will empower and charge my spell."

(Do not command Jupiter, of course. We're engaging in a little courageousness, not trying to get struck by lightning)

"I do not need to visualize the movement of energies. I know the truth because I have commanded the truth and I am a creator god born into this flesh: The candle is filled with the power of a God, I have the ability to channel the freely-given power of one of the Seven Governors whom has been worshiped by humans since the start of time, it is here and I have claimed it as is my right, as was offered to me:

This candle spell will bring me the fate I desire, because I have designed that it will occur, and no god, spirit, beast, or man will stand in my way."

It should feel fucked up, my friend. It should give you stage fright. It should make your palms sweat and your stomach queasy. It should give you the same emotional sensation as having a heartbreaking conversation that you know will change a relationship forever.

Sorry, reality. Sorry, fate. It's just not working out. And since we can't get divorced, you two need to shape up your act because right now I'm in charge of this polycule. When the spell is over, we can be equals again.

And if you do it right, it should make you have to sleep for probably about a week. If your health allows it of course, I recommend not trying to restrict carb intake for the next few days. Keep headache medicine on hand also.

Thank you for being a bear with me. I hope you enjoyed this serene forest of wisdom.

[two-entire-bits]

mar-bit headcanons because I have been consumed <3

Marcia steals his leather jacket all the time. He thinks it's the cutest thing ever

once Two-Bit got jumped and knocked out and Marcia was the first one to find him and he made one of those stupid "holy shit I musta died and gone to heaven cuz there's an angel in front of me" jokes when he woke up and saw her

Marcia's really good at school and especially loves science, but has a hard time understanding new math concepts (although once she gets them down she's off and running) and Two-Bit is surprisingly good at math for some reason (he doesn't try in school but he does put in 0.000001 mL of effort so he can pass and move on to the next level. but only barely) so he explains the concepts to her without making her feel stupid

Marcia knows Two likes blondes and once joked about bleaching her hair and he was horrified at the concept.

Marcia's really good at chess?? Like really good. Two-Bit has no clue how to play and he is too confused by how it works to start learning now.

Marcia LOVES to be carried around by Two ALL THE TIME. She wants to make some dinner? Two-Bit is bridal-style carrying her down the stairs from her room to the kitchen. She wants to get snacks at the movies? Piggy-back ride to the concession stand.

the latter style also gives her an excuse to kiss his head and mess up & play with his hair

She carries an old makeup compact with his favorite hair grease and a comb with her at all times in case of an "emergency" (when she messes up his hair)

He also carries around some of her makeup in his jacket in case she ever forgets it

Marcia WILL kiss his face all over and she WILL get lipstick stains everywhere and he will NOT remove it. absolutely refuses to.

He also will reapply her lipstick for her after such cases

They love doing as much as possible for each other that way, they love just taking care of each other and holding each other and being in love and also being silly about it

THEY'RE THE TYPE OF COUPLE TO DO THAT TWO-STRAWS-ONE-MILKSHAKE THING

He'll also do her nails (traits achieved by having a little sister) and he loves it because he gets to focus on something and they just take turns rambling

He steals stuff for her all the time (she finds it endearing) but the two times he didn't was when he got her a gift for her first birthday after they started dating (she then reassured him he didn't have to spend money on her just because it's a special occasion) and when he got her an engagement ring

He proposed to her at the drive-in (or where it used to be if it closed down)

Marcia and Two-Bit's sister (Tammy (short for Tamara (Two-Bit calls her Tamster))) get along slightly too well for Two's liking. they plot against him

It took Tammy a while to warm up to her but once she did they were an unstoppable force

Marcia will take her out to the mall to try stuff on and have a "girls day" every couple of months but Tammy refuses to let Marcia buy her anything so Marcia will report back to Two and he'll go out and steal things Tammy liked

I don't know if she'd go BUT if she did Marcia would help Tammy get ready for her school formal/homecoming/prom and teach her how to do makeup and Two-Bit literally cannot find the words to thank her enough because Tammy looks so happy and he never could've done that, not because he didn't want to, because he didn't know how, it's the 60's and he's a guy, she's a girl, yeah he's her brother but he has no clue how to make her comfortable in her femininity and such, and it just makes him love Marcia even more

Two-Bit actually learned how to cook a few meals because he felt like he had to give back to Marcia for loving him

He also picks up after himself when he's at her house even though he never does at home because he feels bad

Two-Bit has a big expectation of himself that he has to be happy and active and always moving and keeping up everybody else's spirits all the time that when Marcia does something nice for him or just holds him he's caught so off guard. he needs to be the little spoon sometimes okay.

Like he's so used to taking up space but with her he can just feel small and exist

He loves the gang and is so much more himself around them but he still has a Role and Marcia is on a whole other level of Two-Bit-esque weird that he can like, completely unmask with her once they've been together long enough

Early on he'd do something weird around her without thinking and go like "well, shit." because when he gets to be Too Much Himself it's driven people away in the past but then she finds it funny or endearing or she just doesn't react at all and he falls even more in love with her

It took him a long time to really learn that he didn't owe Marcia anything in exchange for her love

Marcia just wants to hold him sometimes also. In my head her parents are often absent and she doesn't have any siblings, so she'll just touch him or hold onto him a lot to reassure herself he's there and he's not leaving

Marcia will come over to Two-Bit's house sometimes and help make dinner or clean with his mom (they also get along well) or just spend time with all of them and it took them all awhile to not think of it as charity but Marcia just liked feeling like she actually had a family

They have THE most extrapolatory nicknames for each other. It starts off tame but it evolves to the point where their names and the nicknames have barely anything in common

on my dancer Two-Bit bullshit forever Marcia's house has a piano and she'll play music for him to dance to

this man has not missed one of Marcia's barrel races ever. he's there way earlier than he needs to be he stays until she leaves he is the loudest person on the bleachers.

Marcia started watching Mickey Mouse so Two-Bit would have someone to talk to about it

[rottenpumpkin13]

One of my headcanons is that Nibelheim has their own version of "snow candy". Since Sephiroth is learning about Winter Experiences™︎, Cloud decides that he gets to learn about this too.

I foresee much of a mess in their future. *shrug'

Picture cadet Cloud, on a mission, nervously explaining to Sephiroth how snow candy works and how delicious it is.

Cloud: So… in Nibelheim, we have this thing called snow candy! You pour honey over clean snow, and it freezes into chewy strands. It's kind of a tradition.

Sephiroth: You're telling me that people willingly eat sugar that's been poured onto the ground?

Cloud: It's not the ground! It's snow! Fresh snow!

Sephiroth: Snow that has been exposed to open air. Wind. Wildlife. Bacteria.

Cloud: But we pick the clean parts!

Sephiroth: While amusing and heart-warming, I fail to see how this is sanitary or even remotely appealing. No one in their right mind would willingly eat sugar scraped off the ground.

Cloud: But look, Zack is eating it!

Sephiroth: And you believe Zack is in his right mind?

Zack, eating the snow candy: Hey guys! Look! I added some MRE peanut butter and some sprinkles that I always carry around with me! This stuff tastes great! I think—*Zack violently chokes on a sprinkle and starts hacking and coughing*

Cloud: ….

Cloud, sighing: No.

[changbinsboobs]

Who in Skz goes out clubbing?

Hello guys im back🌝

Aaannnnddd the answers will probably shock you. Def shocked me 👁️👄👁️

Chan - yes occasionally on the regular. Like if the phase is tight i see him going weekly or something, but always with a group of friends and always for fun, social interactions etc. Not to get drunk, pick up women and be a lil rascal.

Lee Know - no he prefers his solitude and peace and quite. Also the night is dark for a reason he says, when its dark you should be home sleeping. Instead of doing other stuff.

Changbin - feels socially pressured. If he goes he goes against his will. I feel like he may be in circles with very social people who like s bit wilder things than him, and even tho that's not so much his thing he wants to make his friends happy and spend time with them so he goes every once in a while but i don't see him staying long or being active, u probably wouldn't even notice he's there. Its really not his thing.

Hyunjin - he goes but rarely and its intentional. Like he doesn't go there just to let some steam of or just because someone invited him. He has to have a reason to go and a mission to fulfill. I see him going more to social networking partys. (The other guys probably too, like i don't see idols like them going to regular clubs😂). But for hyunjin i see when he goes out partying its something like an after party or a private party involving certain important people etc. He goes to things like this to put himself out there, make himself be seen, win opportunities, get acquainted with people that could be helpful to him etc. It's more like a job to him than leisure.

Han - Im seeing two polar opposites, struggled, something addiction. So if i have to string everything that im picking together i would say he either hates it and u CAN'T force him under any circumstances to go - or he suddenly loves it and get so addicted to it you can't keep him out if the "club". But that energy's really heavy and not nice at all. Reminds me of someone with a gambling problem - that type of addictive.

Felix - isn't up to his values, he has better things to do than that. I see him having went in the past while he was still "undeveloped" (his words not mine if y'all crazy felix fans come at me again im blocking ur asses IMMEDIATELY🫵🏻😤) bubnoe that he's ~mature~ stuff like thats not up to his standard. Seriously tho idk when that shift happened exactly but in the time frame of 6 months (since around i started my acc and have been reading on him) his energy has changed sooooo soooo much. I think he's going through a phase of discovering himself and building his own sense of self. As someone who can definitely relate and would say is already on the other side, i think his transformation/ rebirth hasn't really finished. Let me explain - in the past his energy felt really really strong but u couldn't see/dense it probably it was very mellow, unused, unseen by himself even, it was very very weird seeing someone with that much power not having it utilized. It felt unsettling (now i think i understand why but thats a topic for another time). He didn't really have a sense of self, was very easily swayed, influenced, and didn't really know much about himself or the world, he just felt like a little newborn and went along with the flow not really having a steering wheel i his hands he just sat on other peoples boats and floated on it and let himself be taken by wherever others brought him. This however is not the case anymore - he has his own boat, and now thinks that having a boat means the work is done and he has found his sense of self and knows who he is etc. But thats just the first step, the actual work/journey begins now. He has to learn how his boat works, learn to navigate tides, to know his surroundings to interact with other boaters (idk what they're called). U get where im going at? And oftentimes with people that have been denied their power, freedom and sense of self, and finally come to a point where they reclaim those they switch to a polar opposite of what they were before because that past self is what others were, not u, so the brain makes u go the opposite way to find urself. I see felix being in THAT stage. His energy once very fluid & accepting, suddenly feels very rigid and convinced of certain beliefs and values, he doesn't seem to have the ground to be so convinced in yk. Because that switch is so sudden. So yeah in short i believe he's on a journey of discovering himself and now he's experiencing the stage of the "other side". Eventually he'll come to a crash out, live the consequences from the breakdown and within the healing period he'll actually find his true sense of self and begin from then nurturing that seed and "growing himself" more and more as time goes. Thats my prediction.

Seungmin - loves them 👁️👄👁️ it's really his thing i think he's a hidden charmer. Like ... an actual actual charmer a casanova, a don juan. Those a mainly directed to seducing women tho, i don't see him having that reputation, he's just overall charming and can attract lots of people, feels good in that energy can entertain and just overall he's made for parties and clubbing apparently. It gives him energy & confidence.

I.N - loves clubbing too and does it quite often. Like i see him whenever he can he goes out could be as often as every night or every other night. Definitely a couple times a week. There's not much else to pick up on here, idk why he öikes it so much or what he does when he goes out but yeah he does it often.

[anxiously-obnoxious-poet17]

Seeing as tomorrow’s Christmas eve and the concept of time is setting in and making me depressed

CHRISTMAS DPS HEAD CANONS !!!! (To compensate for the lack of updates to the fic)

The poets are out of welton for Christmas break, celebrating with family and presents

Charlie: has a huge family one of those rich white ones, SOO many cousins but is the oldest out of most of them, talks shit with that one aunt, if he had older cousins he would be the one to sneak them alcohol he’s chill like that, lives and breathes for presents, they always suck tho cause his parents don’t pay him much mind, is usually buzzed by the end of the night, gets into an argument with a male family member cause he’s not “masculine enough”, further solidifying the Charlie dalton gender fluid head canon in my brain, also BIIG gag gifter he will put your present in a box and then wrap it a trillion times just for that 5 second serotonin he’s an ass but I adore him.

Knox: definitely all younger siblings kind of guy, either all girls or all boys, is a mamas boy, helps out In the kitchen, sucks at gift giving, he tries his best but it’s either money,clothes, or a card, tries to hand make things but fails miserably (bless him), entertains the younger kids, the older family members are wildly impressed by how well mannered he is he really is just a kind sweetie, gets pestered about girls and just lies about Chris even tho him and Charlie have been going steady for a MINUTE, gets asked about Neil and Charlie (his closest friends since always) and everyone raves about how Neil is the star student at welton and then the conversation switches to Charlie and everyone’s like “….oh him”, Charlie holds a grudge against the overstreet family for this very reason.

Pitts: he’s very older brother of all sisters coded like Knox, why do I feel like his parents are divorced (I’m not projecting I swear) gives the sweetest hand made gifts, like photographs or clay figures he’s very gifted in crafts, keeps to himself a lot during family gatherings, but clicks with one or two of his cousins, has one of those aunts that pinches cheeks and sneaks you a 20 with a sneaky little wink, gets teased by his family for his height, “when’s that Steven boy coming to Christmas I always liked him” says nana in the corner, his family seems pretty chill like exact opposite of the dalton/Perry family, his parents ALWAYS get a present for meeks, pittsie does eat his weight in Christmas food.

Meeks: middle kid bless his heart, not a huge family thing, also a bit of a mamas boy, grandparents love him, subpar gift giver, like pitts is a “this reminded me of you” kind of guy, gets so many jumpers and socks that he has a new wardrobe, gets ONE book or item he’s interested in that piques his little smart interest, “thanks I love it😐” meeks reaction to every gift, calls pitts and talks about what they got for HOURS, meeks literally fantasizes about spending Christmas at the pitts household, doesn’t help in the kitchen rather sets the table etc, thinks his family is so upsettingly boring, has 3 cousins MAX, talks about pittsie an enormous amount.

Cameron: huge family you ever seen gingers? THEY MULTIPLY (I have ginger family members I can say this), eats his weight in Christmas dinner, like Knox he’s an alright gift giver, forgets what people want the second they tell him, goes the socks/card/money route, only child but SO MANY COUSINS, gets teased by family for whatever reason my dude cannot catch a break, is asked a lot about school and subtly flexes how much he’s learned, YEARNS FOR FAMILY APPROVAL, his family forgets he’s there a lot of the night, bonds with the one cousin that’s close to his age, calls one of the poets at the end of the night just to talk to someone. (Why are these so sad CAMERON IM SORRY)

Neil: HATES THE HOLIDAYS (rightfully so), actually he love’s Christmas but hates his family, all the uncles and grandpas love him, calling him “such a ladies man or a bright young boy”, and the aunts adore him saying the same things, unlike Cameron he’s FORCED into talking about his studies and achievements which he hates but his father makes him (mr perry is gonna make me crash out), many older cousins few younger cousins, BEST GIFT GIVER EVER, so thoughtful remembers everything everyone wants, loves giving gifts and feels so happy when he can tell they love it, tries to talk about Todd and Charlie but gets shot down or ignored, has to put on a completely different personality and by the end of the night is EXHAUSTED, calls Todd that night and talks forever, complains a lot about his family but who wouldn’t, tells the other poets it was a great time, gives everyone gifts when he’s back at welton, is surprised when Todd or Charlie got him one in return.

Todd: younger sibling poor guy, is constantly overshadowed by Jeffrey, every time someone asks how Todd’s been he can’t speak quick enough so his brother just buts in, keeps to himself for a lot of the night, has some younger cousins he chats with, hand made gifts, overthinks every gift he’s ever gave, changes his mind about gifts constantly, he’s actually such a sweet and thoughtful gift giver once he actually GIVES the gifts, helps in the kitchen a bit but not full on apron and oven mitts like Knox, his grandma is his favorite member of his family, “oh just what I wanted🙂” he says as he gets a gift he in fact did not want, watched Jeffrey open so many presents from family, he assumes he doesn’t get many cause his family doesn’t know him as well as they know Jeffrey, but a lot of the family just forgets about him, nearly falls asleep listening to Neil rant about his awful Christmas, eats leftovers in his room, gets Neil a well thought out meaningful present, I would say he half assed the other poets but no poor thing put so much thought into a sweater.

together the boys all recount the gifts they got, comparing them (Charlie and Cameron) and raving about the food, Knox brought homemade cookies or pie for the guys, they all exchange gifts in the cave while Christmas music plays over Meeks and pitts radio, this time Knox and Cameron are content with the timing of the music (thanksgiving post callback hehe) Charlie spills every piece of drama and awful thing that happened, Neil keeps a lot to himself only telling Todd gritty details, Charlie much like thanksgiving brings various alcohol along with eggnog, which Todd, pitts, and Cameron spit out cause ew, and Neil absolutely loves the gift Todd got him and shows it off whenever he can (depending on what it is), they all hate there families but are more than joyous to come back to welton and be with their chosen one, they all have hot chocolate and coldly walk back to the school where they have the best holiday induced sleep EVER

well everyone since that took me AN HOUR… MERRY CHRISTMAS EVE OR HAPPY HOLIDAYS I improvised a lot of this so if any of it is funky FORGIVE ME I love these idiots and I am so excited to pretend to be Todd Anderson tomorrow when I avoid a lot of my family :)))

[hattiecursedsigh]

James Potter Random Headcanons 。* ゜ + ヽ

• extremely passionate about an array of subjects and has the uncanny ability to talk about things unprompted for literal hours

• remus encourages this by ignoring him which he takes as acceptance to keep going (remus won’t admit that he likes the background noise while he studies as long as sirius isn’t there making the conversation loud)

• james and remus are really really close they are the sun and moon for real they’re brothers too your honour

• he would experiment with guys but his heart is ALWAYS on lily no exception (i headcanon moonchaser and prongsfoot experimentation and perhaps xenophilius x jamesy)

• this motherfucker journals and no one can change my mind. sure they started out as LE in doodle hearts but it transformed into a flow of his consciousness onto the page

• HE’S A POET and he’s really embarrassed by it but its really good and he only writes Lily poems once he is with her. sirius teases him for this ‘queer activity’ okay sirius says you

• I headcanon him to have ADHD undiagnosed and Remus just goes bro obviously you have ADHD and self diagnoses him until Fleamont does something about it XD

• James has some underlying anger issues which can result in his outbursts like punching the wall, his thighs and shaking his legs. he can’t help it and it often feels like hot iron running through his veins until he finds an outlet. His dad tried to teach him some self regulation techniques when his anger was the worst (age 12-14) which helped A LOT. When he was around 12 he got angry and punched Fleamont, who at that time decided to learn some breathing exercises/healthy ways to deal with it.

• James felt so bad for hurting his Dad leading to him crying that he never ever wanted to hurt anyone he loved again 💔

• Lily got him a camera in 7th year and he never stopped taking pictures of all of his friends because they’re his entire world and i love them

• [james about lily] “i’m so happy cos you’re so happy… blow me a kiss and i’ll be happy the rest of my life.” (happy by travis the band)

• he definitely does air drums with any drumstick looking item he can get his hands on and annoys the daylights out of all his friends

• unpopular one but i headcanon marlene to be james’ cousin (her mother is fleamont’s sister!!) and they’re like two peas. james used to follow marlene around like a puppy and marlene calls him her baby cousin. marlene gets stuck between pre relationship lily and james discourse!!

• quidditch captain tho that’s never been up for debate

• ppl need to remember hes literally a teenage boy in the 1970s and the connotations that has on his character and the depth he has - which is why i like sort of the repressed anger aspect of his headcanon!!

• he obviously likes david bowie, he’s a marauder, his favourite song is hang onto yourself and cracked actor (totally not because they’re my favourite songs…)

• bro can be caught rocking out to some seriously metal music (i know its much later than his time but he would love system of a down)

• he secretly likes getting dressed up to go to those like rich people pureblood balls and always dreamed of taking Lily to one.

• loves seeing Lily all dressed up in a lovely ball gown. his favourite colour on her is pale green and loves to spoil her with his fortune ofc!!

thats all for now folks let me know if you want any other characters/ a part 2 ❤️❤️

[broidobe]

𝔯𝔢𝔱𝔲𝔯𝔫 𝔱𝔬 𝔪𝔢

requested! thank youuuuuu! i can make a part two if you'd like!

☾izzy and the reader were once in love before his fame, but after years of silence, he returns wanting to reconnect☽

⁎⁺˳✧༚guns and roses masterlist

you remember when it was simple. when it was just the two of you—izzy and you, before anything had the chance to change. it wasn’t about fame or recognition. it was about the music, late nights, and dreams that felt so tangible you could almost reach out and touch them. you’d meet up at his apartment or at dive bars in the city, the sound of a jukebox playing in the background, the clink of glasses and the murmur of quiet conversations surrounding you. but the two of you were in your own world.

back then, no one knew who guns n’ roses was. it was just a band with big ambitions. and you were with izzy through it all—through the struggles and the small victories. it felt like the two of you were unstoppable. he’d look at you with those wild eyes, that mischievous smile, and talk about the future, the one where he was going to make it big. you believed him, of course. you always did.

then the band exploded. one minute, he was the guy you saw in the studio, getting better every day, and the next, guns n' roses was everywhere. the tours, the interviews, the screaming fans—it all came crashing down on him. the world was now watching, and izzy became a part of something bigger than you could have ever imagined.

at first, it wasn’t so bad. you’d talk on the phone when he was free, send a few letters, but slowly, it began to fade. he’d get caught up in the whirlwind of it all, and you would try to understand, but there was a growing emptiness in your chest.

the days turned into weeks, then months. izzy stopped calling. he stopped writing. you would hear his name everywhere, see his face on magazine covers, hear his songs on the radio, but he was no longer there for you. you’d sit in your room with the phone on your lap, waiting for a call or a letter, but it never came.

you told yourself it was just the way things were now. he was living his dream. he was busy, right?

but it didn’t stop the hurt.

you tried moving on, but how do you let go of someone who was once everything to you? how do you erase the memories of those summer nights, the way his fingers would brush against yours, the way he would laugh so easily? you couldn’t, not really. you learned to live without him, though, and maybe that was the hardest part. you learned to exist without him.

years passed. you found your own way, built a life that didn’t revolve around his absence. but in the back of your mind, izzy always lingered. that small flame that never fully went out. you pushed it down, buried it deep, but there were moments—late at night or during a quiet afternoon when a song would come on the radio, or something would remind you of him—that flame would flicker again.

and you hated yourself for it. for still thinking about him. for still waiting, even though he’d never promised anything.

then, one day, the phone rang. you didn’t recognize the number at first, and when you picked it up, there was a moment of silence. then you heard a voice. his voice. it was deep, familiar, the same but different, like it hadn’t aged at all.

“hey, it’s izzy,” he said, and your heart skipped a beat. “i… i’ve been thinking about you. a lot. i’m leaving the band.”

you blinked, not understanding what he meant at first. leaving the band? after all this time?

“i just—” he sighed, the sound heavy in the receiver. “i had to. it’s not what i thought it would be, and i’ve realized i’ve been running for a long time. i need to come back. come back to you.”

you didn’t know how to respond. your heart was pounding in your chest, your mind racing with confusion. the years of silence, the pain, the heartache—it all came rushing back.

you thought about everything you’d lived through, how much you’d changed, how much he had too. but you also thought about that flame—the one you’d kept alive, buried deep but never truly gone.

izzy was here now, saying all the right things. he was leaving the fame, the band, the life he’d built for a new one. with you.

but you still didn’t know what to feel.

“can we talk?” he asked, his voice quieter now, unsure. “i just want to see you. i miss you.”

and just like that, everything seemed to pause. time seemed to stand still. the world outside faded, and it was just you, standing in the quiet after all these years, waiting for something that had felt impossible. you had the choice.

you could let him back in.

or you could keep going, as you had been, without him.

but deep down, you already knew.

[justagaymoth]

It's out

I'm not finished but here it is so far

I don’t want a man or anybody I just need a warm body to hold. I don't want love of any kind. I don’t even love my friends its not like a hate them. I just don't love very often. That doesn't mean the people I love are any special. The main person I love is not “the one” whatever that means. If they were, it would be incsest. The only person I truly love constantly is my sister. This is not to say i dont care about humanity or the people in my life i just dont love them. I dont feel anything in my heart for them. Not my parents, not my friends, not the guys that ask me out because i'm pretty. I hate it when anyone says they love me because i can't love them back no matter how badly i want to. The guilt and disgust I feel when I hear the word love aimed at me like a missile that could kill a hundred men or more.

My life is pretty okay right now. Im in my first month of my semester of college and three boys have asked me out and two have asked me to parties. I like to think they asked me out because of my smart and witty comments in class but in reality its because of my face and boobs. I hate collage boys. Well most of them one is pretty alright he is in my biology 101 a first noticed him when I accidentally saw his test score on a pop quiz. I just happened to be looking that way. I was staring day dreaming about my sci fi fantasy world i've been thinking about since I was 5. The main thing that pushed me to try so hard to learn to read was that world. I needed to write it down and publish it one day. Maybe some other bullied kids would find as much comfort in that world as me. Anyways he was one of three people who didn't get a D or below on that test and this girl I didn't know were the only ones who got a decent grade.The third person who got a decent grade was me.I know this because everyone else growed or looked very sad or angry. The girl was so excited she passes she let out a tiny shriek. He got an A+ I got an A.

“Congratulations on your grade, that was a difficult quiz,” was the first thing I ever said to him.

“Thanks, hopefully you didn't do too bad.” I chuckled. I still don't know why I did that.

“I got an A. I figured I would get a B or C,” I said i was surprised i told him that last part.

“Why would you suspect a C you always make amazing comments in class. Sometimes it seems you know more than our professor.”

“You notice what i say in class? I thought no one payed attention to the professor much less me." Wait, I didn't mean to say that out loud.

“Sometimes your comments in class teach me more than Professor Browns,” he chuckled after he said that. His chuckles are like music. I don't love him. Don't get this twisted, this is not a love story. And this is definitely not one of those love stories that says that it's not a love story in the beginning of the movie but by the end they are in love.there was a short pause then he spoke again.

“I forgot to tell you my name, I'm Bayley but my friends call me Bark. I have a feeling we will be friends,” after he said that he grabbed my purple pen and started writing something a the straw rapper from his pesi. “Here is my number. I need more smart friends,” he said smiling and handed me his straw rapper.

“My name is Sophia but I hate my name so call me whatever you like.”

“Well I better get to my next class bye So-” he stopped himself from saying Sophia and just waved and smiled.

I kinda hope I see Bayely again. Something about him

seem different from the other guys who gave me their numbers. I think I might actually message him. I hear a ringing sound from my phone it's a phone call from my sister.

“Hey Sophia, how are you? We haven't talked on the phone in so long. I apologize for that I've been busy with school.” I could not help but smile it makes me happy when my sister calls me. She is the only one who I actually don't mind calling me Sophia.

“Hey Emma, I'm doing pretty well. Speaking of school, another guy gave me his number.”

“Wow, isn't that like the 5th guy or something? Do you think you are gonna go out with him? Is he hot?”

“He is the first guy to give me his number and not ask me out I think he wants to be friends or something. He said he needs more smart friends. It's weird a guy wants to be my friend and doesn't see me as just a hot body.”

“So Sophia, do you think you are going to text him?”

“Yeah probably he has a rare combination of brains and being attractive. He actually made me chuckle I don't know how he did that.”

“Does someone have a crush?” She said that in a sing song voice she is clearly in her romance obsessed high school phase.

“No but if he asked to fuck i might say yes.” I probably shouldn't have said that. It's okay Emma is a senior in highschool. She lost her virginity last summer to her now ex girlfriend.

“College must be wild.”

“It's really not especially compared to high school which is probably for the best.”

“I have to go Sophia, I still have some homework.”

“Okay Emma if you need any help with your homework call me back cause I'm kinda a huge nerd.”

“Okay bye I love you sister”

“Love you too Emma” I mean it's true I love my sister and myself are the only ones I really love in this world.

I begin to type out “hi this is Sophia”. Remembering when Bayley was about to call me Sophia but stopped himself I really liked when he did that. I press send hoping he doesn't ask me out. A few minutes later I hear I ding from my phone. It's Bayley. “Hey this is Bayley. How are you?”

“I am okay just bored I finished my homework ages ago. How are you Bayley?”

“This is a weird question but can I call you?” Bayley texted

I didn't text him back, instead he called me himself.

“Hey Bayley, why did you want to call me?”

“I just want to be closer to you.” Oh fuck he wants me doesn't he?

“I'm sorry Bayley, I don't want to go out with you.”

“I don't want that either I'm sorry I didn't mean it like that I just really need someone to talk to it's getting boring. I hate being alone and I am not on good terms with my family. Oh shit I didn't mean to say the family stuff out loud. I literally just met you. I am just really awkward.”

“It's okay Bayley. I need people to talk to as well my friends from high school were shit I only have my sister and she is 2 years younger than me.”

“How old are you So-” he stopped himself from saying Sophia he remembers I don't like that name how sweet. I still don't love him.

“I'm 19. How about you?”

“I'm 20 I turn 21 in October. I don't know what I'm going to do and who I'm going to hang out with. All I know is I don't want to spend my birthday by myself.”

“What day is your birthday, Bayley?”

“It's October 20th”

“Okay,” I said looking up how many days till then on Google. It's 21 days till then. Woah I can't believe it's September 30th already.

“Do you want to hang out this weekend? There is an orchard right by my house where we can go there.” I asked hopefully he says yes. I really need something to do.

“Yeah that sounds fun. I mean how could it not you are witty and pretty.” I laughed loudly when he said that.

“Shit it's already 7:30. I need to eat dinner.” I feel a little sad to end our phone call.

“Alright bye So” he said it just like he was saying someone's name. I think I like So better than Sophia.

I hang out every weekend till his birthday. Those 21 days were some of the best of my life. I still don't want to date him or anything. However every time we hang out he gets hotter. I really want to fuck him but I don't want to ruin my only friendship I have. So I resit the urge to tell him how handsome he looks every time I see him. The more I see him the happier I feel. Hanging out with him is good for my mental health. I like his jokes. He has called me pretty a couple times so maybe calling him handsome wouldn't be so bad. It's not like it means I want to date him or anything.

My alarm rings at 9 am on October 20th. My first class starts at 10:30. The first thing I do after seeing that it's Bayely’s birthday is I texted him a message that reads “Happy birthday Bayley I've really enjoyed getting to know you. It's really nice to have something to do on the weekends besides homework, job and watching New Girl.” I could help but think Maybe I could do you sometime. Of course I didn't send that. I made him a card already and drew him. I'm not very good. It was the first thing I drew in a year. I was depressed so I stopped drawing a year ago and I just never started up again. I might as well start now. Anyways the card has two paragraphs in it describing how I felt on our adventures with him. We have been hanging out every weekend for the past 3 weeks and we have coffee and do our homework for our biology 101 and help each other.

He's leaned his head on my shoulder a few times it usually stays there for hours. It's like my shoulder is the place his head has been searching for all his life. What am I even saying? I really should be in love when I'm with him I feel happy but not in love. When he puts his head on my shoulder my stomach settles. I feel so relaxed I feel like falling asleep. That's not how I felt when I was in love at age 16. I felt energized and my heart would swell up and fly. I don't feel that way with him. I don't know if this is what people feel for their friends because I don't remember the last time I loved any of my friends at the time. I just feel comfortable, happy and horny when I'm with him. I don't know if this is love. I don't want to date him because that would be a change. I like how it is now. The only change I want is for me to fuck him.

My phone rings. It's 20 minutes till my class. I'm driving there now. My phone is hooked up to the speakers I'm playing She And Him. Zoe Dechanel is so amazing. Sometimes I think I'm in love with her but that's not how it works. She is a celebrity. I don't think I've ever been this excited for biology 101. I really like science but that's not why I'm happy. Augh I'm so fucking horny right now. I'm also nervous because I sorta wrote that fact on the card. I don't remember everything I wrote because if I memorized it I would not give it to him. I'm so afraid I'm going to ruin his birthday with this card. I want him to have the best birthday possibly. If he wants to I plan to take him to his favorite coffee shop this weekend and then my house if he wants. I have so many things to show him at my house. I don't want to ruin what I have with him. I don't really want friends besides the casual ones I see once a month for science club. I just feel overwhelmed with too many friends and too many people. I don't know.

Oh shit I'm in the class he is standing next to me. We both arrived 30 or so minutes early to make sure we could review the notes we took yesterday. He is just standing there with A huge smile on his face. Shit he sees the card.

“Uh happy birthday. I made you a stupid card and I'm not very good at writing or drawing. I mean not when it comes to non science stuff. Well…” I say awkwardly.

“I can't believe you remembered!” He says excitedly opening the card. I want to disappear. This is so embarrassing. I just stand there staring at him. After what feels like hours but can't be more than 5 minutes. He hugs me. I'm still in shock. I feel nothing but fear.

“I love it. You are so pretty don't worry I don't want to date you either. I kept trying to give you hints that I wanted to sleep with you, this is the best way to tell me.” he whispers so quietly I can barely hear him. I've never heard him whisper and it's so hot. My weekend plans are so happening! I look to see if anyone is in the hallway when I see no one I kiss his check them whisper. “I have several birthday surprises planned for you this weekend.” He smiled in the hottest way possible. Not the same smile as when he was waiting for the card. I think he knows one of the surprises is sex he is clueless about the others.

I can't pay attention to the lecture today. I'm just thinking about sex and Bayley’s birthday. I can't stop replaying what just happened in my head. It was perfect. Maybe this wasn't so impossible afterall. I hope he doesn't find a girlfriend. I don't want to be his girlfriend but if he found one we could never talk. most people I talk to I don't want their partner to speak to someone they used to fuck or date. I hope this lasts longer than a few months like all the others. Most people don't want what I want or they do at first then they change their mind and I never speak to them or they call me when they get drunk or lonely. It's annoying.

I snap back into reality when the teacher asks me what is a difference between cells and animal cells.Thank god we were learning about something I already know today.

“Plant cells have cell walls which add an extra layer of protection. Plant cells also have Chloroplasts which play a major role in photosynthesis.”

“Thank you Sophia, see someone was paying attention.”

I quickly glance at Bayley. He is starting. I should probably help him review the slides this weekend. He is not paying attention just like me. The only difference is he is not going into science as a major.

update!!

I started writing a story about a loveless aromantic aplatonic allosexual nonbinary person. They met a guy named Bayely his nickname is Bark. they meet in a collage biology class and they don't fall in love or get into any type of relationship. They after a few months of being friends he develops sexual feelings for the main charter. and they become friends with benefits but the benefits are sex and cuddles. he has never cuddled anyone besides family because all of his romantic partners have just wanted him for his body. their story focusses on their abnormal friendship but its not a queer platonic relationship. eventually the main charter wants a kid and has the awkward conversation of asking Bark to help them explaining that he does not have to have a father role in the kids life if he does not want to. he says yes after a month of thinking it over he says he wants a more uncle like role in this kids life. after a year of sometimes helping out with this kid he wants a more fatherly role in this kids life. a few months later he moves in with the main charter to take care of the one year old. Bark and the main character have separate rooms they are pretty much friends with befits roommates who are raising a kid together. I have not written all of the story yet I only started writing it today I have 692 words so far. I got the idea for this story while daydreaming about what I want. I might call the main charter Soe (pronounced like the word so) as a shortened version of the charters birth name Sophia. Might post somewhere if anyone wants to read it when its finished comment or like this post if this sounds interesting to you

[fromtheseventhhell]

I have a question for people who fervently argue that Arya has no potential for politics but think that Sansa will be one of the main political characters, and I'm asking this seriously.

If Arya learning multiple languages, how to tell + detect lies, how to rule her face so she doesn't reveal her emotions, being able to blend into different situations, thinking quick on her feet, knowing the importance of gathering information, being someone who makes friends wherever she goes, convincing a FM to help free Northern prisoners and participating in a coup, etc. don't make Arya capable of participating in politics...what exactly is it that you think Sansa will be doing as a political figure?

[meadow-mellow]

me, getting notifs on twitter: *baby's first time being harassed by unhinged Romys <3* Sure, go off, lol. *proceeds to draw Magneto eating Rogue out*