#and to be open to the suffering it causes

[five-thousand-loaves-of-bread]

“autistic people’s interests not ‘restrictive’ that be pathologizing language!!!” n then cue example of low support needs level 1 autistic with PhD n it’s like

so right now be in extreme fixation stage of something that stick around long enough be call special interest

extreme enough that it overrode my main special interest for 4+ years. just like that.

here what “extreme” mean:

am active do that special interest moment am wake to moment go sleep. constant. as non stop as possible.

sleep about 2-4 hours a day, n sleep at all because human body need sleep. this be 3rd or 4th night in row where do not go sleep until 6am, 8am, wake up at 10 AM, 12PM. AM NOT TIRED. just want do Thing (ppl who know me irl follow this account so shouldn’t admit this or else get concerned spam but brain even too occupy abt that right now. shh.)

btw this lack of sleep probably reason trigger my GI issues. n it really bad. it look like dysmotility, stomach, intestine, maybe, who tf knows. eat 2 bites for “breakfast” before feel like too full will throw up from be stuffed, but even by dinner time maybe stomach growling but not hungry n can’t eat more than another 2 bite. which then cause severe constipation. etc etc etc whatever. know my lack of sleep definitely contribute to it n idk if go catch up w sleep will fix it or if that be trigger worsen episode that gonna stay for while. even with these consequences, no, can’t go sleep. Can’t.

also my eyes blurry from constant use (bc need for do Thing) n lack sleep. will am be able go sleep? no.

basic activities of daily living (ones that can do) too boring to do. spend time eating chewing, that be time away from Thing. minute or two of go bathroom take too much time away from Thing n am almost rushing back so can do Thing. push off get help shower because that take precious time away from Thing. n upset about interruptions. can’t handle interruptions. can’t handle anything be pull out from my lil world of Thing. do those bADLs not pull me out my internal world of Thing. zero attention elsewhere. most ppl even level 1 & maybe even some of 2 autistics not understand what mean by “too bored by bADL to do them” n they think it just spoiled not want do it but no

this be busiest time of semester (online school). have 3 finals this week n already behind (haven’t studied for 2). it not matter. nothing got done. try listen to audio n 20 minutes later realize been zone out somehow thinking abt Thing again. try open up something link really just few clicks n spend 30 minutes because “oh website loading let me just go look at Thing real quick” n 30 minutes pass bc cant stop. my brain occupied. any information need memorize for school for other things simply not fit no space bc whole entire mode on Thing.

write this post fucking painful bc just NEED get back to think about this thing bc write this post be interruption n in fleeing moments (minutes) of can think about other things been thinking abt write this post. if post sound extra confusing or frantic that because am frantic get back. again reminder this blog (disability) be part of MAIN SPECIAL INTEREST FOR FOUR PLUS YEARS it just get kicked off like that. use to check tumblr multiple times day n now go DAYS without check tumblr. n coincidentally this be time be one of post escape containment so get constant notif one point to 2k before cleared it. now again probably another 2k

hope this post fucking make sense bc brain too occupy to think abt write anything that unrelate

haha fuck! me!

okay to reblog this incoherent post in fact please do bc autistic interest can be EXTREMELY restrictive. it can be this level of restrictive AND MORE. can make you genuinely not able do ADLs n cause health issues from things you not doing n you suffer from it but it not change anything

[demidoodlefox]

Breakdown - Confrontation AU

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"Get away from me!" Lucifer yelled. With painstaking effort, he pulled away, one trembling hand swiping at Michael; the other grasped at his chest in a desperate attempt to calm his racing heart.

Tears streamed down his face as he let out a choked sob. He couldn't breathe. Terror was dragging him under. Drowning him, twisting his insides, and chilling him to the bone.

"Dad!" Charlie cried out, catching her father as he fell.

In the past, Michael would've huffed in frustration; told Lucifer to stop this dramatic display. Now, he stood frozen; face scrunched in abject misery as he watched Lucifer trembling and gasping in his daughter's hold.

The guilt weighing down his heart for thousands of years clawed its way up his throat. He wanted to help. Everyone was gathering around his brother and trying to calm him down. He should help.

But how could he when his very presence was the cause of Lucifer's suffering.

He bit his lip and closed his eyes. He knew what he had to do.

A snap of his fingers and a portal opened behind him.

"It's time for us to go, Emily."

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Set right after Regret. Lucifer will not be accepting hugs from Michael anytime soon, I'm afraid. So what do y'all think? Did Michael do the right thing by noping out of there?

Illustrations/panels accompanied by some flash fiction. I presented a lot of my stories this way in my old blog. Usually reserve them for oneshot scenarios.

It's best to check out the masterpost from time to time. It will often be edited to contain the latest updates.  It's also where the content warnings are at.

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Confrontation AU Masterpost

[thecaptainofcosmichorrors]

Hi ☺️

May I request Pure Vanilla with a lover that suffers from asthma?

Please feel free to ignore this if you don't wish to write it! Ty!

[Of course I can, hello smiley anon :)]

Pure Vanilla Cookie x Reader with asthma!

[Warning/notes- nothing really besides a possible warning for asthma? I don’t believe in disabilities or pre-existing conditions meaning that you’re broken, so no weird trope about Pure Vanilla magically making it disappear]

He tries his best to be as attentive as he can and will fret a bit more, but nothing really changes beyond that; nothing’s wrong with you. Now I will say it can be… off-putting if you weren’t prepared for it—depending on how he learns of your condition. If he learns because you willingly told him? He’ll thank you for sharing this information with him and ask you how best to help; now if it’s because you’re currently having asthma attack that he learns of this? Oh witches above.

He cares about you a lot, and the sight of you struggling was… troubling to say the least. So he ends up being overly prepared and causes him to inadvertently overbearing. If you don’t say anything to him, he will continue this behavior with absolutely no idea of its negative impact on you. Well, he can sense something’s off—but it doesn’t truly click for him.

He wants you to be okay more than anything, so you’ll have to let him know what you are and aren’t okay with; communication is key!

Besides that? Still the same Pure Vanilla, it really affects him overall—unless it affects you emotionally too, then he’ll be there to reassure you; whispering sweet nothings and holding your hands through it. There’s nothing wrong with you, nothing to fix—you’re still his heart, the love of his life.

Administering medicine is definitely his jam (hehe). It’s another way he shows he cares about you; especially since he’s not all that physically affectionate, this is the perfect opportunity for him—depending on what medicine you use varies on how he’ll help.

When you need your breathing machine treatments for particularly bad asthma attacks, or when you need a stronger dose for a longer period of time—Pure Vanilla cookie will sit with you and encourage you to breathe with him. If you aren’t a big fan of the mask, he’ll try his best to make the experience less troublesome without outright stopping you from getting the necessary care you need.

Now, if you’re just using an inhaler? Then count on him to constantly have a spare, or to be monitoring you with excessive physical activity; particularly dusty day or days after celebrations where the air quality’s recovering, he’ll keep you inside and stay with you best he can, freeing up his schedule to turn it into a bonding day.

If he notices you needing your inhaler, he’ll pull you to the side and will make you sit—taking deep breaths with you as you take it. It is very important to Pure Vanilla that you are in good health, and that you’re not working against what supposed to aid you.

He’s absolutely at your beckon call; hardly needing to even open your mouth to ask. He’s more than willing to grab your medicine for you or get refills while he’s out, even if it’s just because you just weren’t feeling up to it at the time.

Pure Vanilla overall is an incredibly sweet cookie and does everything he can to help; which is a lot, given his endless pool of knowledge to pull from. He loves you for you, and he hopes you continue to remember that.

[grapejuice32]

Sharing A Cell

Daryl x loner!reader

more loner!reader here main masterlist here

word count: 1.1k + a/n: this is the first fic for loner!reader, I hope y'all like it!

Your whole life you’d pushed people away from you, you’d always kept a distance between you and other people for self-preservation, not wanting to get yourself hurt. Whether that be from a fear of someone hurting you, or from the fear of losing someone, you weren’t sure. It’s just the way you’d always been, and you liked it like that. So why was it different with him?

You’d hated him when you first met, he was the reason that your makeshift home got overrun by walkers, well sort of. To be honest, it was going to happen anyway, there wasn’t a doubt about that, but you needed someone to blame. So why was it that out of everyone in the group you were drawn to him? 

It’d happened gradually. The two of you had been the ones to scout out areas, which had turned into you hunting together, which had led to you taking watch shifts together which meant the two of you always slept in the same area of wherever you were camping out. When the group had come across the prison, you’d never been more grateful. Despite yourself, you’d come to care for the members of the group and Lori was too pregnant to carry with life on the road. When it’d come to choosing cells as your own, you weren’t entirely surprised when Daryl had dragged a mattress out into the hallway, not really wanting to sleep in a cell. He’d pulled his mattress to lay the closest to your cell, though you didn’t choose to comment on it, nobody did. Besides, it felt strangely natural to you, you suspected it was only due to all the time you spent together. As the days went by, you found yourself becoming restless, struggling to sleep. Your mind was going into overdrive about everything that could go wrong, you’d all finally found some peace, though it being in a prison felt contradictory to you. 

After nearly two weeks of losing sleep over your fears you gave in. Everyone else was asleep but you, or so you thought. You were tossing and turning in your bed, your sheets rustling loudly, the lace curtains you’d somehow managed to find and hang in your doorway not doing much to muffle the sounds of your restless moving from Daryl. These past couple of weeks, he’d also been losing sleep, unable to succumb to it when he knew you were awake, and it irritated him to no end. What was this? 

That night though, you’d caught on to the fact that Daryl wasn’t asleep either. He was tossing and turning just as much as you were and that’s what’d prompted you to call out his name in a hushed tone. “What?” He grumbled, clearly suffering from his lack of sleep.

“I can’t sleep,” you answered, just glad he couldn’t see the way you were facepalming. 

“Y’ think I don’t know that?” He scoffed, “been tossin’ an’ turnin’ f’weeks. Drivin’ me crazy, woman.” You were silent for a while, mulling over the question you so badly wanted to ask. You felt guilty, you didn’t want to disturb him, but he was already up so it couldn’t hurt, right? So, you called out his name again, he grunted in response, so you took that as your queue to continue. 

“Can you um, no, uh, do you wanna um,” you sighed in frustration, you felt ridiculous. “Can you like, come and sleep in here?”

“Huh?” Came his confused response, “y’want me t’come sleep in y’room?”

You cleared your throat, squinting your eyes in embarrassment, “yeah. Just cause, you know, you’re obviously having trouble sleeping and all and cause of my curtain it doesn’t get light as early in here so you can sleep in.” You fumbled over your words, hoping that he bought them. He rolled his eyes, not buying your lie at all but got up anyway, opened your cell door and dragged his mattress into your ‘room’ before settling down again, grunting as he got back into bed. “Better?” you asked, as if you’d done this for his benefit instead of your own. 

“Mhm, yeah.” He mumbled, his back facing you as he waited for you to settle down, when you’d quietened, he glanced at you over his shoulder and only when you were sound asleep did, he allow himself to drift off. 

The next morning when people began to wake up, there was a brief sense of panic and confusion when nobody could find Daryl or his things. It was Carol who’d caught sight of the straps of his bag sticking out the bars of your cell door. She peeked through your lace curtains and smiled as she saw him asleep in your cell, glad to see who she considered her best friend doing what she hoped was him finally coming to terms with the feelings he so blatantly held towards you. She didn’t want to disturb the two of you and so she’d gone to tell the others, making sure they stayed quiet so the two of you could have the time together, even if you were just sleeping. 

For once, you woke up before Daryl did and after working up the courage, quietly left your cell. You bumped into Maggie and acted normally, you didn’t know that anyone knew the where abouts of where Daryl had been sleeping. But the knowing look she gave you made you panic and you tried to slip away, but to no avail, she managed to grab you by the arm and smiled encouragingly at you, wanting you to tell her what happened. You huffed and pulled your arm out of her hand, stepping back slightly before sleeping in a lowered voice, “Was just having trouble sleeping, it’s not a bit deal.”

“What, so nothing’s happening between the two of you?” She asked insistently, everyone but the two of you could see it.

“No!” You raised your voice slightly before looking over your shoulder to check nobody was listening, quietening again as you continued to speak. “No, okay. It’s nothing, I’m not into that.

“Not into what? Into him?” She pried.

“It’s none of your business, okay?” You ran a hand through your tangled hair, “If you must know, I was having trouble sleeping. That’s all.” Your voice was firm enough that she dropped it raising her hands apologetically. You parted ways from her to go and sit outside, wanting to be alone to think and didn’t catch the way a now very awake Daryl was looking down at your disappearing figure from the stairway, a feeling that he couldn’t pinpoint swirling in his chest as he took in the conversation he’d overheard. 

a/n: requests are open

[tttt06]

Night Terror's

IdolSkz x Blackreader

Synopsis~ You suffer from night terror's when you get stressed. It's been reoccurring because of your traumatic past. Usually it never gets this bad. To the point where you don't want to go to sleep. You're screaming and crying when you wake up. Luckily, your boyfriend is there to help you even after the tiring days. Even when you know they have to be up early in the morning.

Warnings~ Skz dies in her dreams, traumatic past, mentions of children abuse, fluff, a little angst. 'Wae' means 'why?' and 'Jagiya' means 'baby'. Alludes to sexual comfort,

Word count~ 3.9k

Bang Chan

Chan is a light sleeper. He wakes up at the slightest movement or noise. When he felt you start to shake, his eyes fluttered awake. The thought of you comes to mind immediately. 

He knew that lately, you've been stressed out about your workload. You returned to college for a degree in a job you didn't want. You were his little hard worker. He knew that your childhood caused you to want to work hard. He knew how scary it was to grow up the way you did. Everything was taken from you in a second. He also knew that when you got like this, you had night terrors. 

He would have to rock you to sleep in his arms after crying out of fear of falling back asleep. Sometimes, he'd tire you out with hours of sex so you would pass out. 

It doesn't always work. You need the sleep, but when you get it, you wake up sleepier. 

He jolted when you screamed. 

Your body shot up as you looked at Chan instantly. You knew you woke him up. You also knew what was to come.

Chan pulled you into his lap and put his head on yours. Your head fell into his chest as he wrapped you in a bear hug. 

"The shadows kept getting closer."

He hummed as he rocked you. You were still crying nonstop. As much as he didn't care for how wet his chest and stomach were getting, he wanted to wipe those tears away.

Chan pulled away to look at your eyes. 

You had to start sleeping with a light to keep the shadows away.

Chan was cupping your small face in his hands. His thumb brushed across your cheek. "It's okay, babygirl. I'm here."

His voice was leaking with sleep. He yawned, eyes low but still full of compassion.

You shook your head, "It's not okay. I woke you up. You have a schedule today." Chan only shrugged, "I'm up two hours earlier. What's the big deal?"

You sniffled and wrapped yourself back in a hug with him.

Chan laughed and laid back down on the pillow. You whispered, "I'm sorry."

Chan shook his head, "Don't be. What do you wanna do?"

You looked into his eyes, tears still streaming down your face. "I don't know. I can't go back to sleep."

Chan nodded, "Okay, let's get a snack from the convenience store."

And just like that, Chan was up to with you. Threw on some pants and a shirt, grabbed his keys, and waited at the door for you.

He laughed, "You going outside with the bonnet?" You furrowed your eyebrows, "Yes, I just got my braids done. I can't afford frizz."

As he opened the door for you, Chan mentioned, "You know I'm always willing to pay."

Minho

Minho slept like a rock. Unlike Chan, it usually took a couple shakes and slaps to wake him up. He'd murmur in his sleep until his eyes shot open.

Someone who hurt you in the past had recently been released from prison. You were going wild. When you two would go out in public, you were looking over your shoulder.

When you saw any man resembling him, you'd scoot closer to Minho. You were having panic attacks when his name would be brought up.

You weren't doing well. You took a sick leave from your job and basically moved into Minho's place because you were scared the man would find you. 

Minho heard a scream, and his consciousness clicked. He was wide awake, in a slight panic.

"Wae?!" Once he saw the tears, he softened. "Jagiya?"

He was kissing your forehead and tiredly wrapping you in his arms.

You sobbed, "You died. I couldn't save you from him."

Minho beat that with logic. "No, I didn't. I'm right here." You looked at him with annoyance on your face, "I don't need you being a smart ass right now."

His smile spread on his face, "Sorry." He was not sorry.

Minho knew you weren't about to go to sleep. Instead, he grabbed the remote and said cutely, "K-drama time!" 

You couldn’t help but giggle. Suddenly, the thought came into your mind, "What about your schedule today?"

Minho said, "Don't worry about that. I woke up two hours before it, and I have plenty of time to help you fall back to sleep."

He looked at the TV as the drama came on. It wasn't long before he turned around, and you were back to sleep. Minho tucked a braid back into your bonnet and kissed your nose.

"I love you, jagiya." 

He watched you sleep for the rest of the hour. 

He just wanted to make sure you were getting good rest, even if that meant he wouldn't.

Changbin

Changbin wasn't asleep. Changbin has had sleeping problems for a long time.

He's the type to have to fuck himself to sleep.

He wasn't going to put you through that. 

He knew you'd been restless. You haven't been sleeping because of stress from your company. When you don't sleep, you have night terrors. 

He was watching your pretty face. The light you left on gave you a cast-lighting glow. Your perfect melanin skin shined under the light.

He was tying your durag back on when your face turned into a frown. 

He pulled away, kissing you on the fat cheeks he liked. When you let out a whimper, he pulled you in closer. The sleep in his mind slowly fogged. 

He was finally falling asleep. But then, you shot up. His eyes shot back open, the fog being blown by the wind of you.

You covered your face in agony, "Binnie! I'm scared."

You were climbing on his lap, and a small grunt left his chest. 

"It was just a nightmare baby. Nobody is gonna hurt you."

He quirked his eyebrow to look at you. His slight smolder as he tried to look you in the eyes, "What happened?" You shook your head, "So much blood."

Your babbling was too incoherent for him. He was too tired to focus. He grabbed your cheeks and kissed the tears away. Your sobs slowed down, and then you were still.

You were blinking rapidly from his non-stop pecks.

"You're okay."

Your hands fell against his chest, "Can we get something to eat?"

Changbin yawned, "Yeah, let me order something, and we can watch a movie or something."

He pulled his phone out and asked, "What do you want?" "Ice cream and fries."

He looked up. His eyebrow raised, those juicy lips tightening. "That's not food." 

You sighed, "You get whatever. You know I'll eat from your plate anyways."

"Fine."

He connivingly laughed as he added food to the cart. "You want me to call someone over?"

You furrowed your eyebrows, "If our wife is awake, you can invite Hyunjinnie."

Binnie smiled, "It is 3 AM."

You hooked on his shoulders, "Or we could eat and do something else to help us both sleep."

Changbin smirked and whispered in your ear, "You're so dirty."

Hyunjin

Hyunjin was drawing on his iPad. He was usually hyperfocused before or after he put you to sleep.

Lately, you've been stressed about assignments. 

He knew that you've had a past. You were into things you shouldn't have been. You were hunted, almost killed.

He knew all those things about you and still stayed. He comforted you through the pain.

He'd have to kiss you to sleep, make your teas, and sometimes even drug you without you knowing. (That's a joke)

It was easy getting you to sleep, but making you go back to sleep was the hardest.

He turned to you, calmly inspecting the way your frown deepened. The way your eyes moved under your lids. The tears streamed from your face.

He put his iPad down and shook you gently. Your eyes shot open. "Ah!" You were blinking back tears as Hyunjin silently watched you with worry written all over his face.

"What's that? Why?" He asked. You were making a face he's never seen before. An attempt to tough out the fear.

You're his little softie, though. You were rough around the edges, but you were soft around him.

He kissed you passionately. Both of your bodies fell to the bed, and you started to sob in his mouth, "No."

He pulled away, his smile sad.

"No, what? What do you want me to do?" 

The connection between you ran deep. All you had to do was speak with your eyes for Hyunjin to know. He got up from the bed. He was gone for only a few seconds.

Your eyes rapidly scanned the room for shadows.

Hyunjin returned with a Hello Kitty color book and his expensive colored pencils. He only allowed you to use them.

"I ran out of uncolored drawings, so I had to pull out the big guns."

He had a cup of tea in the other hand. "Here." 

You pulled down your sleeves and grabbed the steaming cup. You were in Hyunjin's hoodie. Hyunjin asked, "Are you okay with the coloring book?"

You avoided the question, "Why'd you kiss me, Hyunjin?"

He said, "Eh? Because I love you." You breathed out. Hyunjin added, "...and because I know how much my kisses relax you."

You smiled, "I won't give you the satisfaction of agreeing to that."

He smiled, "You stopped crying, though."

You rolled your eyes and shook your head. Your bonnet fell over your face. Hyunjin laughed, "You're falling apart, and it's adorable."

He pulled the bonnet from over your face, "But seriously, are you okay, baby?"

"I will. I need to turn in these projects, and I'll get spring break."

Hyunjin asked, "You wanna have a deep talk while we draw together?"

You nodded as you began ranting about the extinction of woolly mammoths. Your project was about woolly mammoths, and you recently found a passionate love for them.

Han

Hannie was knocked out. He had a low snore going on as he slept. You, on the other hand, are shifting. Going back and forth between his arms and the sheets.

You were having a night of terror like never before. 

Han knew you were having difficulties with falling asleep. He had gone with you to the doctor to get sleeping pills. But he didn't know that you had nightmares. 

He was a hard sleeper. He wouldn't wake up until you were slapping him across the face.

He didn't know that you'd been going at this alone.

You didn't want to tell him about the night terrors because as much as you needed help, he needed to work early in the morning.

Han would feel bad if he knew you were suffering next to him while he was peacefully sleeping.

You finally shot awake, a gasp leaving your throat. Then, an uncontrollable sob and body shakes.

What was the dream about?

Han was the shadow that was trying to suffocate you. You woke up trying to grasp the last little bit of air.

Han finally stirred awake when he felt the bed shake. You had jumped off the bed and fell to the corner of the room.

You can't look at Han the same. Those doe eyes were evil in your nightmare.

You couldn't stand the thought of him trying to hurt you.

You were shaking when you saw Han get up. He was looking for you. You held your breath as you hid from him.

He was scary and menacing. He was going to the gym, so his figure was broader than usual.

He paused, seeing your tiny figure in the corner. He pouted.

"Y/N? What are you doing? Get in bed? Did you start your period or something? Do you need your heating pad?"

Han stepped closer, and you shrunk into the corner. Han dropped to his knees, "What's wrong with you? I can't see you. It's too dark."

Han walked over to the light switch, and that's when he saw the glistening tears streaming down your face.

"Jagiya?" His voice was so soft. He inched closer, and he saw you flinch. "What's wrong?"

His eyes were wide with worry.

You let out a shaky breath, "I need some air." You stood up and made your way to the door. Han walked behind you and grabbed your shoulder. 

You shot to the ground and crawled away in fear. "Hey? Baby? Stop running from me and tell me what's wrong."

You cried, "Get away from me!" Han froze. He looked at you like he was in pain. "Did I do something wrong? Did I forget to say I love you? Have I been too busy? Baby? What's wrong?"

He dropped down with you, his eyes scanning for anything.

"Y-you hurt me."

Han's eyes got softer. "Hurt you how? I'm sorry." You shook your head, "I'm okay. It's okay."

He grabbed both your wrist and looked you in the eye. "You tell me what I did wrong so I can fix it."

You shuddered, "It was a nightmare. Night terror."

Han scooped you into his lap and hugged you. 

He let his head fall into the crook of your neck. "You have those often?"

You gripped at his sweatpants strings. "I do."

Han tilted his head, "Why didn't you tell me Jagi?"

You closed your eyes, and flashes of the night terrors came back. "Because I didn't wanna wake you up."

Han pouted and kissed your forehead. His lips were as soft as ever. "Do you think that matters when my baby is next to me suffering alone?"

You bit your lip and said, "I know. But I start to feel like a burden."

Han cupped your cheeks and said, "You aren't a burden. You're my girlfriend." You smiled, "I know."

He lifted you, your legs wrapping around his waist. "What was it about?"

You questioned, "My nightmare?"

He laughed, his hands cupping both your ass cheeks to keep you up. "Yeah, baby."

You groaned and wrapped your arms around his neck, "It was just...."

You trailed off, trying to find an easier way to say this. "It was about you. You were trying to kill me. You were choking me to death."

Han's grip got tighter. He let one hand travel to your face, and he leaned in. His lips crashed into yours. He stepped back and fell on the bed.

Your hands traveled behind his head on instinct. It was a soft and bouncy landing. Still, you hadn't parted from the kiss. He pulled away to say, "Is that what you meant when you said I hurt you?"

You nodded, and Han followed with another question.

"You think you could fall back to sleep?"

You pulled away, "Definitely not."

Han smiled, "Alright, let's read some Webtoons and cuddle."

Han was quick to spoon you. He pulled up your favorite Webtoon the two of you read to sleep.

He handed you the phone, and a message popped up. You read it and asked, "Why is Minho always calling you baby?"

Han laughed, "What'd he say?" You replied with an attitude, "Goodnight, baby."

He kissed your temple, "I don't know."

Felix

Felix was the lightest sleeper out of all the kids. He would cling to you at night, but if you moved an inch, he'd wake up.

It was the same night as usual. You did each other's skin care, made out for hours, and fell asleep in his arms.

He knew you had night terror, and he tried to have a talk with you about it, but you'd avoid it.

Telling him about the night terrors meant telling him everything. Everything down to the orphanage and abuse you went through.

He knew you'd been through a lot after a play fight gone wrong. How you started to cry when he pinned you down.

He knew that something wasn't right.

But he didn't push. He didn't want to lead you away.

That being said, this was his last straw. 

He stirred awake and was watching you whimper in your sleep. It was a serious problem. 

When he shook you, you shot awake. Your eyes searched the room for him. It wasn't long before you were clinging to his lean body.

His hands traveled to your back and rubbed comforting circles.

"You're okay." You nodded in his arms as he whispered sweet, comforting words. His voice was deep and grovely but soft.

You sniffled, "I don't understand why I still struggle with this."

Felix rubbed into your bonnet, "Well, sometimes you have to work really hard to get through things. I don't know what happened to you, and it's still a journey of trust between us. But, I'll protect you."

You lifted your head and planted a kiss on his lips. "I was abused and neglected in my orphanage."

His eyes widened, "Wow, I'm sorry to hear that... You're strong for getting through that."

You sunk your head back in his chest, "I try to act tough, but I'm not."

Felix laughed, "I know that more than anyone." Felix asked, "Do you want to play The Sims with me?"

You gasped, "Yes!" You hopped off him and ran for the computer. Felix held your hand and kissed you on the forehead, "I love you."

You smiled, "I love you too."

Seungmin

Seungmin was in full rock mode. He slept and didn't move a muscle. Seungmin cuddled you. If you retreated, it was a challenge getting back in his arms.

You have to move him to get back in.

You were typically a cuddle bug, and he was used to feeling your warmth.

When he felt cold, he'd wake up and pull you back in.

That's the only exception. He wakes up when he's cold.

Seungmin slept with three fans, a pitch-dark room, and the fluffiest covers.

Since you started staying over, he sleeps with one fan and the bathroom light on.

It's so you can see on your way to the bathroom. At least, that's what you told him.

Truth is, you were embarrassed.

You were a grown woman still dealing with night terrors.

The fuck do you look like telling him about that?

But this was the night you caved. 

Your body shook as you woke up in a panic.

You needed your boyfriend. You needed Seungmin to give you kisses and tell you it's alright.

You shook him awake, and he stirred. "Hmm?" A low, disturbed hum left his throat.

You confessed, "Baby, I need you."

Minnie's eyes shot open as his red eyes looked over at you. To anyone else, he looked terrifying, but to you, he just looked sleepy.

His eyebrows furrowed, his lips in an angry pout, and his nose scrunched. He looked me over, "What's wrong?"

You pouted, "I had a night terror."

His eyes softened, "C'mere." You cuddled into his touch. His hand gripped your cheek, and you melted into it.

"You look so pathetic like this." You hit his chest, "Not what I need to hear right now."

He kissed you on the head, "I said that with adoration."

You let out a long sigh. It was silence between you two. Your heart was still racing like crazy. You could practically hear Seungmin's thoughts.

"How long?" 

You closed your eyes and let out another groan, "Forever."

Seungmin nodded at your words, "Were you ever planning on telling me?"

You nodded, "I was embarrassed." Seungmin asked, "What kind of boyfriend does that make me?"

You looked at him, confused, "What?" Seungmin asked, "What kind of boyfriend am I if you're embarrassed to tell me something like that? Got anything else you've been hiding?"

You shook your head, "I can't. I don't want to cry."

Seungmin sighed, "You're too hard on yourself. You forget that you're human. I already know this is from stress because you overwork yourself. You can cry, you can get angry. Even when I've pissed you off, and I know I've gone too far. Yet, you don't curse me out. You have to lead with your heart sometimes."

You absorbed his words and said, "That's funny coming from you. You know how many years I had to chase you?"

Seungmin snickered, "I'm not easy."

You asked, "I'm scared to go back to sleep. Can we watch a K-drama?"

Seungmin nodded, "Of course. We can do whatever you want."

Jeongin

Jeongin was always the casual boyfriend. When you first started hanging out, you were ambushed by a group of guys.

They all were happy their little maknae found someone. It was scary because now you felt like you had to commit.

Thinking back, the two of you didn't know what you were doing.

Jeongin was your first, and you were his. Jeongin found out things about himself.

You always thought he didn't like affection when you'd watch him with the members. But when you initiate it, he never rejects you.

Now, you have been dating for years. He knew everything about you.

He knew about your past, your trauma, your night terrors, and he knew how to get you to calm down.

He knew how to prevent them, too.

You were really stressed. Jeongin could tell the minute you walked into the house. Rubbing your head in agony, and your shoulder dropped. 

It didn't take long for him to start running a bath and getting you warm milk and sugar.

Jeongin was affectionately holding you until you fell asleep. 

He did all of that, and yet you still woke him up.

You were in shambles. Tears running down your cheeks, snot coming out your nose, bonnet covering half your face, and clinging to him.

"Baby, I told you should've taken a day off. Now you're having night terrors."

You weren't listening to him. You didn't want to. You had a lot of expectations to go after. Jeongin was caressing your face, his eyes wide and shining. 

"Am I gonna have to kiss you to sleep tonight?" That was code for fucking me until I couldn't breathe.

As much as you wanted that, Jeongin was tired, too. He didn't even get hard from that sentence.

You shook your head, "You're so warm and cushiony. I want to stay here."

Jeongin asked, "Okay, are you going back to sleep?" Just thinking about that made your heart beat faster. "No. I can't. Innie, it's too scary."

He got up with you still tangled in him. He turned on the lights and made his way to the kitchen. You were still wrapped around his waist as he placed you on the chair. He was talking to you and himself. "You want some yogurt? More milk? Do we have chicken breast? Chan cooked, too."

He opened the fridge. You asked, "Strawberry yogurt?" He smiled, "It's the strawberry greek yogurt."

You bit your lip, "Yes, please."

Jeongin turned around. His eyes were low and tired. "Okay."

He gave you the yogurt and kissed your forehead before giving you a kiss on the lips. You spread your legs, letting him in between.

His kiss only got deeper as his tongue traveled in your mouth. 

"Mmf~" You moaned in his mouth. 

When you both heard keys jingling, you pulled away. Chan walked in and took a look at you two. 

"It's one in the morning. Why are you two up?"

Innie sighed, "Y/N-innie had a nightmare."

Chan pouted when he looked at me. It wasn't long before he came over and patted me on the head. "Yeah? You need me to pick up something?"

You shook your head, "Innie's taking care of me." Chan gave Jeongin these eyes. They were filled with pride.

Chan was always proud to see how we grew. Jeongin treated me well. How he was always there for me. He made time for me.

I loved him.

Let me know if you want me to do ot7 Enhypen. Guys, that Jungwon Fan fic coming real soon because he's my obsession. I love the way he moves!!! AHHHH!!!! He's an insane dancer and low-key the other ace in enhypen but ya'll not ready for that convo!!!!

[noellehdl]

in my room- icp

pairing: Theodore Nott x Hogwarts!Ghost! Reader

genre: smut/ angst

warnings: mdni! ghost obviously, smoking, kissing, fingering, oral (m receiving) unprotected p in v (not like she can get pregnant?!), dirty talk, italian nicknames, hard concern for Theo's sanity,

summary: The Hogwarts castle is full of ghosts, the moaning myrtle, sir nicholas, and countless others, but what happens if a student falls for one of those ghosts that wander around the castle?

a/n: always wanted to build a story about this song so now Theo has to suffer, because hogwarts has etablished ghosts in their daily life, all my characters are 18+, modern au, reader pov

w/c: 2,161

'2:45 and the bell went off, thank God Many people think I'm odd But I talk with no one and I walk alone'

and it's a fact, the people started to think that Theodore Nott becomes more and more odd, once he was snarky, loud and together with Mattheo Riddle the center of attention whenever they stepped in the same room. In the last few weeks Theo ditched parties, was the first to leave classes and skipped meals. His friends had two options for what's happening there, it's either the fact that Theo's dad affected his mannerism enough to cause a bad mental state, or which seemed way more realistic for all other noble slytherin heirs around Theo... it's a girl, and if it is a girl, Theo does everything to keep to himself who it is.

Every other afternoon there's an open discussion in the luxury decorated green common room. 'I bet it's a sweet hufflepuff girl that triggered something like a soft spot in him' Blaise throws in the room, leaning back against his velvet armchair like this is his castle and the common room is his throne room. 'Could also be a ravenclaw girl that is too smart for us to hang around' Mattheo's voice is dripping with sarcasm while his lighter illuminates his face. Draco looks up from his book in his lap, 'it would put you all into a coma if it's a boy'. Enzo face lights up in amusement, 'it would put you into a coma if it's Potter.' That earns him the coldest glare one of the boys received from draco in a good while.

'I don't care, I walk in and go right up the stairs To my room, get in bed, and just wait for dark Because that's when the real show starts'

Theo sits on lays back against his headboard, he knows Mattheo won't be back soon in their shared dorm. The faint smells of cigarettes and multiple potions from a long school day linger around Theo when the presence of her makes the way into the chaotic dorm of two boys.

'So young and pretty, it's too bad she passed But she comes to my room and we talk at night'

Of course Theo started to be actually concerned for his already little miserable mental state when he first started talking to you, but on the other hand he's seen countless other interactions between students and ghosts, a little friendly banter here and there, an quick etablished inside joke and the common rooms are guarded by portraits. So a little conversation with you here and there wouldn't drive him to the edge of sanity, right?

'She's demonic and bloody but she holds me tight In my bedroom, with her, I'm never alone'

Theo didn't realized when all those little conversations turned into opening up to you in a way people like Mattheo couldn't even imagine about, you remembered small details like theo's schedule or what lunches he skips because he just didn't like the food options. He felt drawn to you like he was Ikarus and you were the sun. He know it will hurt in the end but he couldn't stop, he needed to get closer and closer to you.

'And I kiss her cold lips until the morning comes'

The first kiss Theo initiated wasn't even cold, no, his cheeks burned enough for the two of you, it felt strange, like a tickle, a breath of fresh air after a long night filled with alcohol and cigarettes. The second you step out of the bar, exactly that feeling captured in the kiss. Theo loved every second of it. This wasn't meaningless like the kisses he shared with the girls in his life, this was diffrent. Theo started to crave you like nothing he could compare in his life.

'Usually we just lay there, where we hold each other We're lovers, we don't need others'

Theo couldn't stop. Kisiing wasn't enough anymore, he needed to feel you fully, completely, he needed to feel you in ways others would probably lock him up for.

That lead to a particular rainy afternoon, a saturday to be specific. The clouds were heavy around the castle. Still was Theo in his room and very sure his friends were in the Three Broomsticks or somewhere in Hogsmeade causing chaos, usually Theo would be by their side, of course, but today, today he told Mattheo once again he didn't feel really good and he needs to focus on the upcoming exams for the following week.

It was a weak lie, and Theo knew that Mattheo was well aware of Theo's pathetic excuses to stay inside their room, but still..

'Teddy what's on your mind?' you ask sweet, like you always are around him. He couldn't help but take in your beautiful features, a bit grey, but in no scenario would've done that anything to your breathtaking presence to Theo.

'It's you, cara mia, it's always you.', his voice is dripping with honesty, pure admiring honesty and if you could you would blush up to your ears, instead, you thank him for the sweet words with a kiss on his warm and soft lips. It always tastes a bit like cigarettes to kiss him, and the faint note of mint, like he chews on peppermint leaves when he knows he'll see you today.

His bed is warm and always smells good, there's no place in this castle that welcomes you more than Theo's warm sheets. His fingers brush over your cheeks and you can feel the way he's hesistating to actually touch you.

'Teddy i won't break, you know that, right?' you laugh soft, tilting your head a bit to properly face him. 'Piccola, i'm scared that you'll disappear if i take that step that i wanna take.' It's clear what he means. 'i want that too and i promise to not disappear afterwards.'

Your words are the permission he needs. his hand slowly travels down your body, it's a unknown feeling for both of you, and you don't know how much you'll be able to feel of that, but you help Theo to take off your pants anyways. Theo's Adam's apple boobles with how heavy he swallows, he's done that countless times. He had a reputation as one of the biggest players around the whole school, but with you, oh merlin was he nervous.

You were pretty sure of which body functions still worked perfectly fine, so you're not suprised when the moan escapes your cold lips when Theo's warm fingers make the much needed contact with your slick folds, he's holding back and you feel how much in the way his arm flexes and he occasionally closes his eyes.

'Please, teddy, please', you whisper out breathless and that's his undoing, two of his warm fingers slip inside you while the other arm cages you against him. You breathless moan in the curve of his neck while his fingers curl up in all right spots. His breathing gets heavier with every moan that falls, you feel him getting harder against you thigh. His name halls back from the walls like it is the only thing you know anymore.

The warm feeling in your abdomen only tightens when he kisses your neck soft and loving. 'Come for me, cara mia, show me how much you want me.' That's it, your muscles tense in your whole body and you fall back in his soft mattress, letting out high pitched, shaky moans.

'you're so beautiful, baby, so unbelievable beautiful.', he whispers in your ear, you can't help it you need to kiss the soft warm skin of his neck, down to his collarbone

'Teddy i need to feel you in my mouth, i need it, please.', he nods, desperatly, he needs you too and you know it. 'Yes, baby, of course.' His italian accent thickens when lust hazes his mind.

You lick over his length and you feel your body shaking again. You wrap your mouth around him and Theo immediatly rolls his head back. He never felt a sensation like that, it feels cold and warm at the same time, but the warmth is just a trick of his mind. He looks down on you and the way he can see himsel vanishing in your almost transparent throat, he moans shaky, he couldn't even imagine this image in his wildest and craziest dreams. Drool slowly spills over the corners on your mouth and Theo's hand grips your hair.

'S..stop, cara mia, stop-' he presses out and you abruptly stop and look up and brush over your mouth to clean the mess. 'Did i do something wrong?' you ask. your voice dripping with insecurity.

'Merlin, no, my love..' Theo immediatly shakes his head '...but if you keep going i'll finish before i felt your pretty cunt around me and i need you so bad, baby.' Heat shots again straight to your core when he spins you over and his broad shoulders cage you in. One arm is wrapping around your head. 'Are you okay, mia regina?' You nod as permission to him.

He slowly pushes himself in you and you moan in sync with eachother, both of your names falling from the lips of the other one.

Theo's eyes travel down your body, he watches how his length pushes into you again and again, his thrusts stutter when he realizes that he can see all of him through you.

'Fuck baby, you take me so well and you look so pretty doing so', Theo's words encourage you only to moan louder and look up at him. One hand holds himself next to your head, while the other hand quickly finds your most sensitive spot, rubbing precise circles to push you to the edge.

'Teddy, oh merlin, i can't, please don't stop.' If you could form actual words you would let him know how good you're feeling but Theo is driving you crazy with his movements.

You clench around him so tight when you finish that he shots his hot strings of cum deep inside you. He gently lays down next to you and combs his fingers through your hair.

'You took me so well, cara mia, it felt amazing', as response you need against him. Your eyes drop, not because you're tired, it's been a good while since you felt really tired, no, in your chest sets a warm cozy feeling, so close to Theo after the best feeling you ever had.

'She told me she was spotted by the neighbor's kid She can't come back now 'cause they know our secret'

Mattheo opens the dorm door and if you had a heart it would've dropped in your stomach. 'Nott you missed out on so much, due to the rain all white shirts of all girls were almost see -through, you would be suprised if you knew how many of them don't wear..' Mattheo's face falls when he sees you. A ghost, obviously, not deniable and naked in his best friends bed.

'What the fuck is going on here?' Mattheo's voice is high and in absolute disbelief, he can't follow his running thoughts about what happend and what was going on in the past weeks with Theo.

You leave Theo's room before the scene turns from a rom-com in a horror movie, deep down you know for Mattheo it's nothing else but a horror movie and you know where to find Theo anyways when he's alone again.

'I waited two or three months, four months Waitin' for the tap tap just for once'

Not once you encountered with Theo since then after you eavesdropped on his friends telling him how sick it is to love a ghost, that you two don't have a future and he should drop it for his sanity.

You felt empty and when you finally found the courage to maake the long way back to Theo's dorm, and you pass through the wall and that's the second you decide that you should become a poltergeist and haunt the slytherin dungeons until your time strikes.

Theo, the only person that made you feel something in decades, he's wildly pounding into another girl. You make your way backwards through the wall again and lose all responsibility, you throw around expensive vases at night, put the fire back on and whenever Theo accidently leaves his belongings in the common room, they vanish immediatly in the following night.

He knows it's you and he wishes he could tell you how much he misses you and how much he wants you back in his arms. That he regrets his pathetic try to get over you and that he could explain you that it was nothing more than that, a pathetic try. You're gone and he knows it, you'll never come back and it's his fault for letting his friends get inside his head.

'I waited and hated this'

[lune-moon-nuit]

They are truly harming the Palestinian cause—it's incredibly frustrating. This entire situation also starkly highlights how cancel culture has been completely distorted and abused to such an extreme that it has ended up undermining the very causes it was meant to serve in the first place.

This black-and-white, absolutist mindset—where there is no room for nuance, no effort to verify facts or understand context, and where moral condemnation is wielded as a weapon—has directly contributed to the normalization and rise of the far-right across Europe and America. The violent harassment campaigns, disguised as “justice,” have pushed people away from activism and handed them directly into the arms of corrupted media, capitalist elites, and right-wing ideologues who welcomed them with open arms—people who had been shamed, dehumanized, or aggressively attacked for making ignorant but human mistakes, without ever being offered a chance to learn or grow.

Why do so many men and incels multiply, beyond the toxic influence of masculinist influencers? It’s because the far-right strategically weaponizes the most abusive examples of cancel culture—those that chose to destroy rather than educate—to fuel resentment and recruit followers. The original purpose of cancel culture was to seek justice where institutions failed: to hold powerful, protected individuals accountable when the system refused to do so. Think of R. Kelly, Harvey Weinstein, or Diddy—men shielded by wealth, privilege, and connections. Cancel culture was a form of social justice, not mob rule.

If the legal, governmental, and judicial systems functioned as they should, cancel culture wouldn’t need to exist. But what we’ve witnessed instead is its hijacking by people who use it to dehumanize, bully, and publicly destroy others—often teenagers or young adults—under the guise of righteousness. That distortion is exactly what discredits the entire message behind it.

If the term “woke” has been demonized, it's not only because of right-wing propaganda. It's also because of the people who believe it's acceptable to ruthlessly harass a 20-year-old boy over the mistake of having been around the wrong people with questionable stickers, and for liking a few emotional posts on Instagram once or twice. That is precisely why so many now associate “woke” culture with extremism—because of this hypocritical and counterproductive behavior.

This lack of nuance is what helps extremists rise to power. When people chose to abstain from voting or voted blank because Kamala Harris wasn’t perfect, or because her party didn’t fully stop Israel—those decisions would be understandable if the opposing candidate hadn’t been Donald Trump, the spiritual heir of American fascism. But the world doesn’t have the luxury of ideological purity right now.

There is an order of priority when trying to minimize harm, protect lives, and gain more ground to push for actual change. In what way did refusing to vote (which, in effect, granted more power to Trump by default) help the Palestinian people? All it did was plunge more vulnerable communities in the U.S.—and by consequence, across the world—into deeper misery and greater danger.

Maybe if Kamala had become president, Israel wouldn’t have been stopped either, and we would still be protesting in the streets—but at least the trans community wouldn’t be under the direct existential threat that they are today. Do you see what I mean?

Expecting a president or political system to be 100% clean is unrealistic. Refusing to vote doesn't protest the system—it hands it over to the worst actors without resistance.

Why do you think Emmanuel Macron has served two terms, despite being widely despised and responsible for widespread financial suffering? It’s because people chose him in the second round as a lesser evil—to block the far-right from taking power. The tragedy is that Macron’s government has since aligned itself with far-right ideologies while maintaining the façade of centrism, enabling the very extremism it claimed to oppose.

I’m digressing slightly, but the bigger point is this: this entire dynamic reveals the deep-rooted problem with the modern left. As long as people cling to this mentality of absolute moral truth with no room for nuance, we will never be able to stop the regimes that are crushing us. These regimes thrive off this kind of division. They weaponize our extremism and contradictions to justify their own rise.

Until we abandon this performative purity culture and focus instead on educating, organizing, prioritizing, and strategically resisting, we will keep losing—and the most vulnerable among us will continue to pay the price.

Do u supporrt noah scnapp

I support not harassing people when they haven't done anything extreme or are very young and ignorant but still have good intentions behind it, I'm not a fan of any celebrity and I think some of the things he said were problematic and needed to be corrected because they were based on prejudice but I also have been told the whole story behind what people are spreading online and I don't believe he is a "genocidal maniac" like people say, I don't think he wants any children or people to die at all.

He also was subjected to propaganda since birth basically and that's a tough thing to deconstruct, especially when you have around you "friends" that are actual convinced and obtuse Zionists and they tell you that the only meaning of Zionism is "for Jewish people to have a safe place" - obviously ignoring everything that the state and citizens of that place have done to the Palestinians

for now I believe he was sincere when he apologized and said that he was having conversations about it with Palestinian friends he has and learning from it, I also know people that have spoken to him directly and talk to him and know that he has donated money to help Gazans and is not currently supporting the state of Israel, this is private information because he doesn't plan on speaking on the subject again since people have hated on him so much that he had to start therapy for that and other reasons that are also private

I've also been told that he as a celebrity had a contract after he went to visit Israel where he apparently couldn't unfollow the account on ig before a certain amount of time had passed and it's something they do for publicity, this is a diffused thing that they did and it's why he had to wait before unfollowing even if he changed his mind about it a lot of time before he was able to do it

Taking all of this into consideration, plus his age because when he spoke up he was 19 which to me is equal to a child like it or not, in general I don't like the amount of harassment and homophobic hate he has been receiving with people wishing him rape and death continuously when there's people that have said and done wayyyy worse than he ever did and they didn't receive half of the hate he has.

I don't think it's helping any Palestinian person to do that and the amount of time spent on hating celebrities could be used differently... also because it's hypocrisy and virtual signaling mostly, people attack some celebrities while supporting others that have said ZERO words about the whole thing, not even shared a donation link once!

plus if you really want a celebrity to fail you have to ignore them completely, not talk shit about them... so it's even just dumb in general, some celebrities stay in the job market just because of controversy, if you don't like Noah you should just block and ignore him

[kingzombear]

remember that one post you did a while back with pomni and jax’s personalities swapped?

can i have more of that, my good bear?

She likes to sneak in his room when he's sleeping w an airhorn and when he jolts awake screaming she decks him in the face with a pie lol

[koszmarnybudyn]

I won't let myself get devoured

Or a Normally Oak-swallows-garcia angst post about grief and anger.

[dykedvonte]

I was rewatching mouthwashing, and I ended up thinking of the different reactions that Curly and Jimmy had in doing their tasks. How during the scene of Anya evaluating Jimmy and showing dread towards the idea of doing his evaluation, Curly was the one that offered to take it off her hands. He had no issue with adding more to his plate, because he knew - or well, thought, he knew that Jimmy wasn't going to "bullshit" with him since he's known him for a long time. When Anya hands Curly a note from Swansea, Curly goes to check out what the issue is and he takes care of it without a complaint, the only "complaint" he has is how this incident could have damaged the pods. Which is reasonable, those pods are their only way to be saved if anything tragic happens on the ship. However, in comparison to Jimmy being asked to do things, he's passive-aggressive about it. When Anya asks Jimmy if he could help her out with Curly's painkillers, he tells her that people should be worth their titles, specifically using her title as a nurse when she asked him for help and then when she says forget it, since he made her feel insecure, he still goes "Oh no, I'LL take care of it" as if he was doing a chore, a favor for her. Then, there's that part where he blows up at her for things that she didn't even ask him to do - more so the others asked him about it, like the code scanner, him deciding he needed to find the axe for the foam, and then, there's the medicine part (which when she does ask, and she reconsiders - going to do it herself, he takes that away from her). Jimmy complains about the tasks he has to do and he treats it like a big issue, a "woes me" that he has to do this and that - wanting the praise of the capital without actually doing any work. While Curly doesn't complain about it, in fact, he even mentions that he's aware of how well he is doing at his job as a Captain during that cockpit scene with him and Jimmy. If Jimmy only had to do a small amount of tasks to get irritated and annoyed at being captain, while Curly didn't which I feel like encapsulates their personalities. Curly understands what he's doing is a job, it's a responsibility, why would he complain at any point for doing what he's suppose too? Why would he be upset at people asking him to do tasks? While Jimmy on the other hand, isn't used to it at all and it's different to what he's had before and he's realizing that he doesn't actually like doing the work he has too. I just wanted to ramble about it even if it seemed kind of obvious xd

It’s obvious but it is a thing people miss or understate when trying to find parallels in Curly’s and Jimmy’s relationship/personalities.

Like the way people portray it as neither taking responsibility when it is almost split down the middle of Curly taking responsibilities and faults that shouldn’t be his and making himself unequipped to handle the ones that are while Jimmy refuses to handle the responsibilities he has because he wasn’t expecting the work that comes with them.

Not a lot to say but people forget that another thing the game comments on is prioritization of issues and responsibilities and how the guys fail at it in one way or another in the situation.

[peaceeandcoolestvibes]

It’s been like 10 years and the flopping is INSANE 😂 this should be a case study in science lmfao

Retire, grandma! 😂 this will be better than 2015-2016 lmao, everyone is making FUN of the grandma 😂

[brofightiscancelled]

okay ill bite why do u hate kaoru sakuraba sidem aside from the fact that they went from hokuto as a main blue to downgrade to kaoru. to make it less awkward that I’m asking abt sidem on ur osomatsu side blog, what sidem idols would u assign to each matsu ?

i think sideM should collab w osomatsu-san and put them all in Beit so they can all get JOBS!!!!!!

anyways i hate kaoru from idolmaster sideM. i need all my osomatsu-san side blog followers to know that i hate this man. "i need a lot of money fast to pursue an extremely niche medical research track, which is why i quit my stable and high paying job as a surgeon to become an idol while having no soft skills, physical strength or stamina, or interest in getting along with people" are you Stupid??

he's not even using his idol clout to spread awareness of the rare disease he's trying to cure (like SEM does) so it can secure funding, he sees it 100% as a job and refuses to have fun, he is actively unpleasant and uncooperative in every interaction with his coworkers because he's trying to "rise to the top". it seems like the only thing he has going for him are his looks and that he kind of liked to sing when he was a kid. why not become a model at that point when you have the personality of a wet tree trunk. or better yet why not STAY A FUCKING DOCTOR!!!!!

also, i don't like meganes, so write that down.

[pokemon-ash-aus]

Imma be honest, is really interesting seeing Berry with the mindset and opnion she had before when u know how much regret she has and shows later in the future. I kinda wonder what would happen if future Berry had a chance to talk with her past self?

Tbh, she definitely is of the opiniom that she can't save herself. Everything that happens was her fault and she deserved it.

It's not a fun feeling

Berry | Spot | King

[katerinaaqu]

It is not a matter of right or wrong here. It is a matter of hubris and nemesis cycle. Cassandra made a promise to a god she didn't keep the same as other heroes or kings etc of myths did not keep their promise to the gods or defied the gods and suffered dreadful consequences for it. Some examples being:

Minus defying Poseidon by not giving him the actual bull he requested because he thought it was a pity to sacrifice the animal and gave Poseidon another one instead. The consequences were severe for his family for his wife Pasiphae was cursed to fall in love with that said animal and from the unnatural union came out Minotaur (or Asterius as he was first known) that became a source of great power but also great shame to Crete.

Prometheus defied the order of Zeus not to give fire to people and when he defied him once he defied him twice by offending him with bad "offerings" so his punishment was severe; he were to hang from a mountain and have his liver eaten every day till his dept was paid and Heracles came to save him

Achises defied the warning of Aphrodite not to tell anyone that she was his lover and when he got drunk and bragged about it he was instantly shot by a lightning from the heavens according to one tradition.

Narcissus defying the gods with his narcissism or his love for his own reflection had him meet his doom in that way (Pausanias even mentions a less popular version that Narcissus was in love with his twin sister who had a similar face as him hence him bending to the river to...kiss her imagining her face on his own, when she died)

Pandora defied the will of Zeus not to open her box and that released all evil in the world hence failing her test.

Humanity defied the will of the gods, among others, hence Zeus sending the flood to restart the world with Deucalion being the one chosen to continue humanity (Similar to Noa lore in the bible)

And one example of a seemingly overly-done punishment out of an action that seems perfectly normal up to one point to our eyes:

Odysseus defied the gods by not only blinding the son of a god but also bragging about it in his fury and thinking the damage he did to him was irreversible and the price he had to pay was to lose every single one of his men in the cruelest ways possible, roam for 10 years and suffer the worst ordeals a human can suffer and when he finally went home he found more suffering and conflict etc.

Mortals often suffered really cruel fates after bragging to the gods about something or when they committed a crime that was against godly laws. The punishment always seems cruel or even borderline unfair especially in Cassandra's case but it is more a cause and an effect rather than fair or unfair.

Cassandra took the gifts the gods were offering but refused the price she had originally planned to pay. Was she "in the wrong" to change her mind the last minute when she wanted to stay pure? Well, no in speech of human to human but was Odysseus more in the wrong to blinden Poseidon's son so that he could save himself and his men from the hands of a monster that was literally eating them and could crush them at any second like flies? Was he "in the wrong" for being furious and exhausted mentally and physically and lose control of his own emotions and daresay arrogance of it? No is the answer if you look at it from that perspective But this is not human deals we talk about. Is a deal with a god and a human and that means an unbreakable deal that has consequences. Similar to how in Bible and the Old Testament, Saul defied God not to let anything live in his attack and Saul actually defied that order by allowing some sheep and a fee people to live and God turned his back on him for defying his clear orders which led to the eventual fall of Saul and the rise of David. Like on human perspective is showing mercy a bad thing? Absolutely not but if a god requires or orders for something the humans must provide otherwise there are consequences.

This seems to be the cause and the effect case of Cassandra how she took a very precious gift that almost no one had and yet she didn't pay the price that Apollo required from her and what she had initially agreed upon. Gods of Greek Mythology of course are more human and close to humans than many modern religions but they are still gods and forces of nature and when humans make deals with them they are expected to keep them.

Hope that makes sense.

Apollo was not in the right for cursing Cassandra I can’t stand some of yall

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I think the moment the dteam see each other again there is no space for happiness or horror there's only "You're here you're here you're here you're here" and they're hugging each other and crumbling to the floor, holding each other so desperately like they could fuse together and never have to split again

And then the Mafia has 3 growling cornered dogs when they remember there are other people in the world

(Sprinkling silly dnn, either platonic or romantic your choice, but after things settle down and the dteam are no longer constantly searching for exits around Team Mafia, Sapnap starts wearing a ring, matching Dream's and George's)

(They send Shadoune to talk to him that just because they know now and they got Dream and George it doesn't mean he can wear symbols from the other mafia)

("...you mean my wedding ring?")

((Also also, very silly, I think Dream would give them constant heart attacks because while he is good at his job and good at dealing with inner problems and bureaucracy, he also will not stop working if they don't pull him away. They're trying to not leave any of the dteam together by themselves at first but no one told them snf are the only reason Dream doesn't work for a week straight and then goes for a 3 day coma))

You don’t know how much this was spinning in my brain…..

It is Shorter:tm: than what I thought it was gonna be, but I did skimp out on a lot of details.

Sapnap is kept in that basement for too long, alone. Farfa visiting was a blessing until it wasn’t, and he left so quickly too, not enough to soothe any kind of building anxiety. His food and water always delivered when he wasn’t awake, even after forcing himself to stay up for he doesn’t know how long…He shouldn’t be so dependent on anyone, not in this line of work. He’s lied, murdered, and tortured others plenty, it was in the job description, it’s how he was raised, cold and sharp…..So the kindness he can manage to scrape together was always something soft and warm to him. Something precious.

When with Dream’s family, the warmth of trust and comfort weren’t always constant but he always had something to go back to. Dream and George would always be there. He had the trust of the other members, something he could depend on. Or…at least he thought he could. Betrayals came quick, back to back, too many he thought would never hurt the family. He was reminded of the world he lived in…

Dream kept him and George close. Too close sometimes, but he couldn’t complain….as overwhelming as it got sometimes, he treasured it. But work had to get done and the family couldn’t be left battered as it had been. And he was gone from them before he knew it. (And it hurt. It hurt a lot. A lot, a lot…but he’d do it for Dream. Anything.)

Then he was surrounded by love it felt like. So much affection he didn’t know what to do with, how to react, a world of soft and warm he didn’t think existed for people like them. They were all grown men who have killed and laughed at the violence. How was Sapnap to know there was such a thing as this kind of overwhelming love that Team Mafia was giving him?

And he was supposed to throw it all away? He loves Dream and George. More than the life itself. But he wants to indulge for longer. And longer. And longer…Then it was too long and he fucked it all up. Was selfish for too long…Stripped from the constant hugs and kisses and praise and touches and closeness the Team have given him every single day since he’s been with them. He feels cold. 

He’d do almost anything to get it back. But what they want is the only thing he can’t bring himself to do. He /can’t/ even imagine hurting Dream and George. Can’t imagine being the final blow to the family. It would destroy them, would destroy him. The guilt would leave him more hollow than the warmth the Team have just stripped him of. 

But as it stands now. The uncertainty and unknown of what’s happening beyond this room is slowly killing him. 

Farfa had said a /present/. He can only fear the worst. What if he brings proof of the downfall of his family. An ear, a finger, a hand, an eye….a head….Wrought without him even needed. Just to rub in his face how worthless he really was to them, /all/ of them. Because he is, isn’t he?

Could barely function in the Team’s business aside from being an attack dog, told who to kill while another member kept watch on him, a trainer to make sure he did well. And they always made sure to tell him he did…He couldn’t speak their language enough to help on the bureaucracy like he did with Dream and George. Couldn’t help with deals or any kind of serious threats. They tried teaching him threatening phrases only for them to laugh in affection, like a child learning bad words that the older kids found hilarious….It was embarrassing but he couldn’t mind the shame, he was in love with the attention. Craved it. So much so he couldn’t even carry out Dream’s orders, plans. Ignored them and stretched the truths, peppering white lies in his reports back to them. Anything to make what he thought was paradise last just a little longer. The reports becoming more about asking about how the two of them were doing. Messages about missing each other. Wanting each other….Fantasizing about having it all. Trying to see if he alone could make it where the two families could unite. Unable to bear the thought of being the downfall to Team Mafia. If only he could laugh at his past self. Or maybe tell him to run away from it all.

He doesn’t know how long he’s there alone and rotting. It’s not until he starts calling for them, desperate. For any of them, all of them…that one of them does appears. He hears the door opening and he’ll stare at the doorknob unlock and slowly open. Not all the way. Only for one of them to slip through. It’s Serpias.

He’ll approach Sapnap, a soft smile on his face the entire time. Sapnap frozen, watching, waiting for some cruelty. Serpias will stand before him and open his arms and whatever spell Sapnap was in will break and he’ll run and cling to him. He’s sorry. Sosososososo sorry.

“Ya, ya. Esta bien mi amor. Shh.”

And it’ll be soft and warm. 

They’ll be sitting on the cot, Sapnap will have calmed down, basking in the quiet warmth. Not wanting to let go. Then Serpias will speak again.

“You ready mi amor?”

Sapnap will look at him, confused.

“For your present, Sapni.” Serpias’ soft smile will grow wider, his eyes full of the mischief Sapnap had grown familiar to seeing. Like a cat who’s having the last laugh. Sapnap feels his stomach drop.

Serpias will have his phone out and is already calling someone. He knows it’s Farfa on the other end. He’s begging Serpias what he means. He starts apologizing and begging. Serpias is just shushing him and petting his hair, continuing to talk with Farfa. He can hear them both laughing. They’re laughing at him again, he thinks.

And then the door is opening. He hears shouting. But it isn’t in Spanish.  The door will slam open this time and he’ll flinch in Serpias’ arms. Then two bodies are thrown to the ground. 

Sapnap is staring. The two are yelling, looking around and suddenly their eyes finally meet with Sapnap’s.

The three are together on the ground before they even know it. Sapnap couldn’t even tell you how he got there, but he doesn’t want to ever let go. They’re /here/. Alive. Alivealivealive. 

Dream and George.

It could’ve been minutes or hours. Seconds or days. Sapnap could’ve stayed holding them for eternity. Block out the rest of the world and stay in this moment forever. Together forever. And ever and ever and ever.

Then the bubble is popped. Someone clears their throat, Sapnap can’t tell who. He can feel Dream hold them even tighter, he’s looking at the group of men by the door. His face is full of anger. Creases full of scorn. Sapnap hates it.

“Sapniii.” It’s Serpias. When did he make it back to the door…?

Sapnap is staring at them all. He’s done that a lot today. They’re all grinning at them, at him. He doesn’t know what they want from him, but he feels cold again. Even when he can feel George and Dream hold him even tigher. Tighter and tighter. It hurts.

“Qué se dice?”

Sapnap is quiet. He knows what it means. He wants to hide away.

“Sapnap. Manners.” It’s Shadoune who speaks up.

He feels his face turning red.

“G-gracias.” His voice cracks. He can feel Dream and George staring at him. But he doesn’t want to look at them. Not anymore.

“Gracias que?” It’s Farfa. There’s a glee in his voice. He knows what they’re trying to prove. In front of Dream and George.

He locks eyes with Farfadox.

He can feel his voice shake and crack. His cheeks are burning but he can’t even hear himself with the blood rushing through his ears. Repeating a phrase he’s said a thousand times to Farfa. Just for fun and teasing beforehand. Though, Farfadox always found ways to make him embarrassed by saying it. Just like now.

They all laugh at him. And then they’re gone. He can hear the click of the lock.

“Sapnap. What the fuck.”

He wants to fall into the void.

ANYWAYS.

I can imagine Sapnap just hysterically saying he loves George and Dream over and over after all that. He needs to make sure that they don’t think he’s betrayed them. Haha. 

George probs gives Sapnap a harder time on it all. Dream is pretty Tired. And would like a Break:tm:. They can process it all later….and once they do, it’s a lot of teasing Sapnap, which makes him want to hide away pffft. They do eventually do /talk/. Sapnap gets his chance to explain, although he’s not the best guy to articulate all his feelings. The good news though is that Dream and George are the best guys to understand him! They tease him even more though lmao. George does Not let up.

It think some silly times are warranted for the grief Sapnap put himself through

It’s like the three of them were never separated, they just have new material on Sapnap. They really miss each other

On the idea of wedding rings! I was thinking more promise rings, or at least at first. They gave it to each other before Dream even succeeded the role of Don. Maybe even before. When they were kids and still trying to survive in the family, never kind to the children trying to take over their elders. 3 bands George had stolen. Sapnap had made fun of him back then, they were plain and had no diamonds to pawn off. Dream is the one who suggested them to be promise rings.

They’ll look after each other. Promise to always be there for each other. Forever. Marriage was too much of a legal contract in their eyes. At least back then, when they were still too young to understand what else marriage could mean. Sapnap had left it behind before he left, for safekeeping. He’s never had it off for this long before. 

Before they had their serious talk yet, George and Sapnap were in the middle of another argument, locked in this basement. It feels like they've been arguing a lot since they've reunited….Sapnap feeling overwhelmed. He blames himself a lot for all of this. He doesn’t feel he deserves them anymore. He was just shouting at George and George was shouting back. And shouting and shouting. And George will throw the ring at him. 

And Sapnap will shut up. But George will keep shouting. Sapnap will hold the ring so close to his chest and let George keep shouting at him. He’ll zone it all out because it’s nothing new he hasn’t been telling himself. Dream will be the one to pull him back. George has stopped shouting. They’re all sitting together and Dream is trying to get him to breathe once Sapnap comes back to.

George will be rubbing his knuckles. Sapnap will tell them he loves them again. Dream will say he knows. George will hold Sapnap’s hand out as Dream slips the ring back on.

“Let's get married.” Sapnap said it without even thinking. Quiet. He can feel them hold him tight.

“Forever.” “And ever.” 

With a shaky breath, Sapnap will relax and end their mantra, “…and ever.”

There’s a lot I want to spin about dnf’s stay with the Team, learning about the members, what actually happened to Dream’s family that I wanna yap about, but will have to do that some other time hehe

To the Team’s jealousy of Sapnap wearing the ring, fucking in love with the idea of it just rubbing them wrong when they notice it on Sapnap after a while of dteam staying with them. 

Everyone should go check out Rat’s lil snippet of Shadoune being the one to confront Sapnap about it heh (it’s awesome)

Though I can imagine it being Serpias bringing it up first since he tends to bark and growl whenever he got jealous of Sapnap being affectionate to others, even with other members from the Team during Dedsafio pft (Although I also imagine Serpias is also the mvp of actually getting Dream and George accommodated more!)

But the Team DEFINITELY do get Sapnap a ring, and I fucking love the one Rat described :3c

(Although!! I did debate the idea of a tattoo! But I never pushed the thought very far cause I knew my brain would go down another rabbit hole heheh

The Team finding out about Dream’s….sleeping habit is something they come to notice really early on, but they attributed it to him being stressed and overprotective of Sapnap and George, not wanting to let them out of his sight or to let any of the Team separating them. They’ll be dropping off food and water for the three and while they did predict one of them to always be awake now to try and keep watch or fight to try and over power them….they didn’t really expect it to be Dream always awake and glaring at them. Sometimes snf will be up with Dream but the Team actually never saw Dream asleep the entire time the trio were kept in that basement. (I do wanna spin around the eventual lead up to them being let out too, the kind of tentative trust that’s given to all of them. How Dream’s exhaustion /will/ eventually lead to dropping his guard and warming up to some of the members (farfa, conter, shadoune, serpias etc…))

Dream would NOT be relaxed for a /long/ time. He is(was?) a Don. He will be worried about the remaining members of his family the entire time he’s there. He isn’t stupid, he KNOWS Team Mafia was set on destroying everything he controlled and absorbing it into their own power. Killing anyone who will speak out or oppose them. But he also knows that they do /not/ know how to manage it. They won’t be able to replace everyone, won’t be able to buy off and control everything that used to be in Dream’s grasp. It will eventually lead into chaos. Dream has his own contingency plans in place and he knows the remaining closest members know what to do. After what Dream’s family went through before Sapnap was sent to Team Mafia, Dream had razed through his own family, weeding out every single rat and making sure there were plans in place so this would /never/ happen again. Team Mafia might think they’ve taken over. But Dream knows better. With Q’s cartel growing and his own territory in disarray, he knows they’ll need him…. And he’ll wait until they come to him for help. 

(And when they do, Dream will be at a point where he won’t even want to negotiate taking over again, not even trying to grab more power. He would only want his family safe. The Team would have forced Dream to rest and sleep a lot before it came to this point but it never quite worked, he was getting sick constantly, extremely ill to the point Sapnap and George were begging him that it will be okay and to stop already…Them used to Dream overworking and never being able to convince him otherwise, but now it was the worst they’ve ever seen….Dream just won’t accept the warmth fully until Team Mafia, ElRich himself, finally comes to Dream for help, where he will finally relax.)

[jewishvitya]

חודש אלול. מה שאומר שנראה אנשים יום אחד מסיתים לרצח עם וחוגגים כי ילדים מתים בעזה, וביום הבא עושים תשליך ומתפללים עבור מחילה.

מנחם אותי לדעת שעל עבירות שבין האדם לחברו יום כיפור לא מכפר.