#and today we've really been going back and forth and it's the best thing that's happened to me all month ok? ok.

[earanie]

so.

[spider-ghoul]

Nice to have a friend

Percy Jackson x Gn!reader (loosely based off the taylor swift song)

summery: winter nights, gloves, and your impulsive best friend

Warnings: reader is mentioned to be shorter than Percy, use of Y/N, light cussing(?), nothing else I can think of lmk if you spot something :)

I wrote this really fast so idk it might be complete shit

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"Walk me back to my cabin?" I say though a yawn, it wasn't really late but today was overwhelmingly tiring and i wanted nothing more than to sleep for about three years. 

"Yeah yeah, whatever, dummy." Percy said,  he had his signature grin on his face. The one that told me he was about to say something stupid. "You know...if you're so tired you could always let me carry you-" there it is.

"Shut it, Jackson." I cut him off, watching as he raises his hands in defeat.

"My bad, my bad-" he still has that stupid shit-eating grin on his face, he's too damn cocky for his own good. but I wouldn't change a thing about his stupid face.

I stick my tongue out at him, and he does the same in response, "let's go, you big baby-" I mumble, yawning again.

We quickly fall into pace with each other, it's almost routine at this point. We've been doing it since we were twelve, sitting by each other at the campfire, making fun of each other's singing, and him walking me to my cabin.

I was spending my winter break at camp, with my  best friend, Percy Jackson. It was the perfect break from school, from everything. From monsters, and studying, and tests. I fell back into our patterns quickly. 

Although, recently, it feels a little different. His hand brushes against mine, and our fingers intertwine. Any jokes i wanted to make die in my throat. It's the same feeling every night, holding hands, never talking about what it means.

i look up at him, and he's looking at me.

He squeezes my hand twice, his gloves are scratchy on my skin. 

Whatever this is, whatever we are, it's an unsaid thing. Something under the skin, barely noticeable unless you're looking for it. A ball of yarn about to unravel.

Something we avoid, but can see. Something we hear but don't listen too. Longing glances and hugs a moment too long. Never pushing it, never reaching out just a little more for fear of what we would find.

I looked down at the path we were walking, it was covered in a light layer of snow. Yeah, camp had the weather shield, but Chiron has an affinity for snow, letting it sprinkle into camp during the cold months. 

there are a few sets of footprints, but most campers stay home during the holidays, leaving camp almost empty. 

 The cabins were a good walk from the fire place, the warmness of the flames quickly left me shivering. Goosebumps slowly plagued my skin, and I pulled my jacket  a little tighter. 

"Cold?" Percy asks, his voice laced with concern. 

I shrugged and he rolled his eyes. He pulled is hand away from me, I hated the way it made my heart ache in my chest. I watched silently as he tugged the glove off his right hand and passed it to me.

"..thanks." I whispered, my cheeks are only red because of the cold, I swear.  I tug the glove onto my hand, it was still warm from his. 

it only takes him a few seconds for him to wrap his finger around mine again. 

The rest of the walk back is in a comfortable silence, somewhere along the way he started swinging our hands back and forth. 

When we finally got to my cabin, I wished we didn't. I didn't want him to leave, I didn't want to lose the feeling of his hand on mine. 

He led me onto my porch, and I turned around to face him, our hands still intertwined. I smiled up at him, meeting his eyes. He smiled back. 

"See you tomorrow?" His smile was softer, quieter, just for me. 

"Course'." I whisper back. 

neither of us move, our hands still intertwined between us. I should just pull away, I know I should, but gods.. I don't want to. I only want to be closer to him. Who cares if the yarn unravels? 

"..Percy?" If I want to do it I just should, right?

"..yeah?" I should just ask him. I should just say it. I'm gonna say it. 

"..Percy.. I-" 

And then I hesitate. 

"...I'll see you at breakfast." I say with a breath out, peeling my hand away from his, stepping back. 

I could see the hesitance behind his eyes, but he nodded, "Night." 

"..night." I say quietly, watching as he smiled one more time before he turned to leave me. I was still wearing his glove. 

I stood there to watch him leave like I always did, watching him slowly sink into the shadows away from me.

I closed my eyes, turning on my heels, my hand on the doorknob when I heard him again. 

"Wait!" I quickly turned around at his voice, it was louder than he normally was. his voice sounded almost desperate to get my attention. He was running up the porch stairs.  

"Percy-?" 

And then he's in front of me, his hands on my cheeks, and his lips on mine. 

It only took me a few seconds to close my eyes, leaning closer to him. One of my cheeks was suddenly colder, and one had itchy yarn pressed on to it. Heaven. 

He pulled away a little too quickly, breathing heavy. 

"Goodnight." He said, turning on his heels and running back into the darkness. 

[w2soneshots]

Hate -W2S

words: 0.7k+

warnings: angst with happy ending, break up, mention of drug use, social media hate.

summary: you and Harry go through a break up and the fans aren’t kind about it.

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sidemenupdates: y/n seen today for the first time since her and Harrys breakup!

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y/nfanpage21: She's so pretty🤍

user98025639: I hope they get back together :(

ihatey/n: I'm so glad they broke up Harry deserved so much better than her

user46807521: I hate her

Since me and Harry broke up a few weeks ago I’ve been receiving an obnoxious amount of hate. I would usually just ignore it, but while trying to recover from a difficult break up (especially since we were together for three years) It has started to get to me. I got a call from Talia who I've kept in good contact with. "hey babe, how are you?" She asked once I accepted the call. "Im alright." I said. "are you free today?" She asked. "Um- ye?" I replied. "Im coming over I’ll be there in 20." She said and before I could say anything she ended the call.

I quickly tidied up my apartment, threw on a sweat set and brushed my hair into a ponytail. Talia arrived outside my apartment just under 20 minutes later along with a bag of groceries. She immediately brought me into a hug then went over to my kitchen and started unpacking the food. "You didn't have to do all this T." I said. "Are you kidding, I’m your best friend. You did the same for me when me and Simon were on a break." she said and continued to fill up the fridge. I smiled "well, thank you." She smiled back at me and said "right, let's go." My brows furrowed "what, go where?" I asked. "Shopping."

We spent the rest of the day buying new clothes and we also had some lunch. I thanked Talia profusely for taking my mind off of everything and cheering me up, but she joked saying "I just needed an excuse to by some more clothes and Simon is really boring to shop with." which made me laugh. She dropped me off outside my apartment and I made my way through the building while carrying multiple bags of clothes and new makeup.

Once I put everything away I made myself some dinner with the food that Talia brought me. After eating I sat watching Friends when I got a phone call from Freezy. "Hello?" I said through the phone. "y/n, listen we've tried everything but he's in a really bad place. I- I think he's been using again." I sighed "I'll be over in 10." I said. "See you then."

Just like I said I was at their apartment in just over 10 minutes. The door was unlocked so I opened it to see Cal (Freezy) sat on the sofa "thanks for coming, I know he's not really your responsibility anymore." he said. "I still care for him though Cal." I said and he nodded. I made my way towards his room soon after. I took a deep breath and opened the door.

He lay on the bed asleep in a pair of sidemen joggers and hoodie. "Harry?" I whispered and placed my hand on his shoulder, rubbing it lightly. He stirred slightly and mumbled "fuck off Cal." I sighed "Haz, It's me y/n." He immediately lifted his head to look at me. He didn't waste a second by pushing himself off the bed and pulling me into a tight hug. I could hear him sobbing slightly and my heart sank "shh, Im here, shh." I whispered rocking us back and forth lightly. "Im so sorry." he whispered into my neck. I just gave him a squeeze and then he pulled away. "I want to give it another go, I'll make time for you, I- I promise." he said. Me and Harry broke up because I felt like we weren't spending enough time together, were both very busy but I felt like he wasn't really trying anymore.

I nodded silently. "I realised the past couple of days how much I need you and all the things you do for me, I just- I- I understand if you don't want that but-" I cut him off by pulling him into a kiss. "I wouldn't want anything more." I said smiling.

[mcflymemes]

ASSASSIN'S CREED III PROMPTS *  assorted dialogue from the video game, adjust as necessary

we never took them seriously. maybe we should have.

i'm getting ahead of myself.

we've been fighting them for thousands of years.

i've seen the truth.

it holds the power to change everything.

there's only so much we can do.

if we can't find a way to stop it, these next few weeks will probably be our last.

it worked. we think. we hope.

we're here. let's go.

you must find the key.

here we go again.

do you hear us?

you collapsed and entered into a fugue state.

you weren't in any danger.

i know what i'm looking for, by the way. it's a key.

i'd like to run a couple of quick tests.

have you seen it before?

my father brought me here as a child.

on to business then.

the stairs are watched. you'll need to find another way up.

you should have come to me.

for what it's worth, i'm sorry.

that's why we've called you here.

i am yours to command.

well, then i'd best be on my way.

my research has been stolen. without it, i'm of no use to you.

i'll see if i can't speed things up.

we need to find a way inside.

i believe i've found the solution to our problem.

we'll attack on my signal.

i made a promise to you, [name], one i intend to keep.

the sooner we're done, the sooner we can get out of this cold.

it does not engender peace to cut your way to resolution.

if we applied the sword more liberally and more often, the world would be a better place than it is today.

now i've upheld my part of the bargain, i expect that you will honor yours?

you seem disappointed.

you have shown me great kindness, [name]. thank you.

really? that's your response? it's like dealing with a six year old.

i sense my words cause pain.

do you even know what that symbol represents?

come on. i've got something to show you.

very well. i'll train you.

you're also going to need a new name.

what's true and what is aren't always the same.

you'll be happy to hear there's actually good news for once.

it's silly for us to go back and forth like this.

we cannot give up our home.

do you have a name? do you know who is responsible?

time will tell if you speak the truth.

why are you here? has something happened?

you should have heeded my warning.

perhaps you'll respond better to the sword.

are you threatening us?

i thought it might bring clarity or instill a sense of accomplishment. but all i feel is regret.

such sacrifices must never come lightly.

all of them must be dealt with in turn.

you speak the words, but do you believe them?

takes a true monster to do something like this.

every day i wait, more will suffer.

many who should've died today now live because of you.

we do the best we can with what we've got.

you wield your blade like a man, but your mouth like a child.

there are more important things at stake here.

i do what is right. no more. no less.

i don't even see a stall in here. what if i had to take a dump?

please just mute the microphone if you do.

life is not a fairy tale, and there are no happy endings.

in your haste to save the world, take care you don't destroy it!

our interests are aligned.

perhaps some time together might do us good.

i can kill you now if you prefer.

would you like me to come along and hold your hand, perhaps?

why the change of heart? where is this coming from?

you oppose tyranny. injustice. these are just symptoms. their true cause is human weakness.

you have said so much... but you have shown me nothing.

tell me of your latest exploits.

you have not come this far to throw it all away over misplaced sentiment.

there is nothing more to discuss.

i should have stayed.

now you must hide it.

what once was shall be again.

[thelemoncoffee]

no post today i'm hevily distracted by the reveals of The Hundred Line and Tribe Nine

im actually pretty hyped for Tribe Nine, it looks like the most unique thing Kodaka's made outside of ronpa since Akudama Drive. the anime was pretty damn weak and forgettable, but in the roughly four years since that Tribe Nine really looks like it's worked to forge it's own path and establish it's own identity. im rooting for it honestly and i'll defiantly be keeping tabs on it, im still skeptical because Raincode gave me trust issues, but i wanna believe

The Hundred Line however.... well- i spent a little back and forthing with friends coming up with joke names for it. the best ones we came up with were "PVZ: Dangan Warfare" and "I Can't Believe It's Not Ronpa"

Yeah i'm no where near as hopeful for The Hundred Line as i am for Tribe Nine. it's Dangan ronpa to the left and most of the characters we've seen so far just feel like amalgamations of ronpa character designs than they do their own unique people. most of the ronpa fans i chat with agree, it feels like it's trying so fucking hard to be Danganronpa without being Danganronpa.

i currently have the working theory that Danganronpa was Kodaka's lightning in a bottle, and ever since he left Spike Chunsoft he's been trying to make another hit as good as ronpa. you can see in his projects over time how they take more and more and more aspects from Danganronpa but fail to capture the heart of it, falling flat and fizzling out after the inital hype. and now it's gotten to the point where he's basically trying to make Danganronpa all over again without actually making a new installment cause that means going back to Spike Chunsoft.

it really feels like the dude is trying desperatly to ride that high again and falling short, making a mess out of the parts of his old project trying to recreate it's effect superfically. unfortionatly that kind of thing can't really be made intentionally, and trying to do so just causes all sorts of messes. this is also why i am hyped for Tribe Nine, cause it's such a strong departure from Kodaka's old works and it doesn't feel like a desperate plea for danganronpa fans to Looky Here. it had a clunky start but it looks like it has the potential to become something beautiful, and i hope it does. the same cannot be said for The Hundred Line's party city danganronpa cosplay lookin' ass, and i have very little faith in it

okay i'm done, tired ramble over

[bigimotikwriting]

The Future They Shared - Part 2

Master Post

On the plateau in the center of town, where the pillar connecting the upper and lower worlds had sprung forth, Munto sat beneath the delicate white strands of solidified akuto that arced across the sky.

The world was ending months ago, and now here he was, basking in the pink light of dawn; all was healing.

He looked down at a small, golden ring nestled in his palm and smiled. Soon, he would undertake a few special preparations for his own future.  That is, if he could find the time.

With a sigh, he placed the ring safely into a box and then jumped up from the plateau, gliding back to his palace before Rui hopefully noticed.

His hopes were dashed when he saw his best friend awaiting him outside the heavy wooden doors of his quarters.

"Munto, please review this document before our next meeting."

Rui followed him into the royal chamber with his blue cape flowing and dropped a hefty roll of parchment on the stone desk.

"This is the list of representatives across the Heavens and Earth who will be present at the assembly later today."

"Thank you, Rui," Munto said, dropping into a chair and fiddling with the ring box.

Rui crossed his arms. "I'm not saying that you have to be familiar with all the details of their lives - Lady Ryuely and I will handle most of the networking. We just need you to be able to offer a kind greeting when people are introduced to us."

"I will make sure to look at it soon."

Not persuaded, Rui placed the rest of his documents on the desk in a neat pile and braced himself against the table. "You're not going to the meeting, are you?"

That did prompt Munto to look up, with only a mildly guilty expression. "I don't want to, but my absence would not go unnoticed by the other rulers." He frowned. "I can't jeopardize everything that we've worked towards."

He ran his hand through his hair, tugging it slightly in frustration. "Things were more black and white during the crisis. I've been going around in circles with the politics and nuance of all of this, and I could really use support - her support - to keep my wits on me."

"To be fair, you do attend all the meetings; you're vigilant and earnest."  Rui cast a glance down at the pile of papers on the desk. "Although I will admit your administrative work could do with some improvement."

"Spare me the lecture," Munto glowered at the ceiling. "I've heard it all before - from you specifically."

His frown softened. "I have an important task to do, and I get the feeling that after today, after this meeting, I might not get an opportunity to ask her again for a long time."

Rui contemplated for a moment before beginning hesitantly. "This meeting will really be nothing more than a glorified meet-and-greet, a simple social gathering, if you will."

Munto sat up. "Are you suggesting that I actually skip the meeting?"

Rui shook his head. "As the chief strategist and advisor to one of the critical countries in the United Alliance, I cannot approve of you missing a significant event such as this. It is a terrible political decision."

"Then why-?"

Rui continued. "However, as your best friend, I will always support any decision you make to protect the happiness of you and your loved ones - no matter the rationale." He extended an arm. "Go to her."

Munto grasped Rui's forearms in the traditional handshake of magicians. "You do realize she might say no; I'm not sure she's keen on becoming a queen." "I'm sure you'll work things out. You always do."

[s65ns]

Out of Time - Chapter One.

Out of Time Masterlist

Previous Part: Prologue / Next Part: Six Months

⚠️ TW: Mentions of Cancer ⚠️

word count: 2k words

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Chapter One: One Year

evelyn's pov.

"Harry," I said. I waited for his gaze to move from the TV to me before continuing, "I really have to get going."

"I heard you and I said okay." he replies.

I sigh shaking my head and remove myself from the couch. Clearly, he wasn't getting the message.

"That means get out."

Harry gasps. A mock look of hurt on his face as he places a hand over his heart.

"Evie...are you kicking me out?" he says, voice wavering to sell his facade.

"Yes, Harry, I am." I said rolling my eyes and heading to my room. I hear the couch springs bounce, signaling that Harry was following me.

It's been three months since Harry and I first met on that fateful September day. I avoided him and his vow to take me on a date as if it were the plague. I responded to his text messages and held conversation when necessary, but whenever he brought up the topic of going out, I would suddenly vanish.

Once a month had gone by and I saw he was still very persistent to take me on a date, I finally caved and said yes. I made sure to make it clear to him that it was just to commemorate our friendship just like he had said in the parking lot. I told him that I wasn't looking for anything romantic because they usually never ended well for me.

"You never know...things could end differently with me." Harry said shooting me a wink before proceeding to take a sip of his wine.

I remember blushing profusely and immediately changed the subject.

We got to learn a good bit about each other that night. I learned that he's a 29-year-old author with three highly acclaimed books—two of which I've read.

When he asked me what I thought of his books, I tried my best to downplay how in love with them I was, but I failed miserably. A slight rosy tint covered his cheeks as I complimented how well-written everything was from the characters to the scenery down to the death of the main character's dog. Everything about his books were beautiful.

"Thank you, thank you. Now enough about me, what about you? What do you do for a living?" he asked.

"Well, my name is Evelyn West. I am 22 years old, and I am an artist. I post some of my work on Instagram and TikTok. They get a decent number of views and likes. Sometimes with the weird algorithm they've got a random video of mine will blow-up and I get a lot of notice, but other than that I would say I'm just a small creator."

Harry nodded along to everything I said.

"I would love to see some of your work, Evelyn." he said with a small smile.

From there, I showed him some of my art and little videos showing how I created them. We went back and forth asking each other questions and sharing some slightly embarrassing moments we've had in our lives.

Fast forward to three months later and Harry and I's relationship is flourishing beautifully.

"Where are you going again?" Harry asks stopping in the doorway of my bedroom.

"I have a follow-up appointment with my oncologist today and I'm about to be late for it because of you." He rolled his eyes as he plopped on my bed.

"Can I come with you?" I pause for a moment.

"No, you cannot." I said proceeding to find some clothes to wear. I already have a hard time letting Harry see me as I am right now, I don't need him to be there when the doctor tells me I am only going to get worse.

"Why not?" he asks rolling over to face me.

"Because it would be weird if you came."

"How so?"

"It just would be." I say beginning to get annoyed.

"But why?" he asks teasingly. Harry knew he was working my nerves. I picked my bra up and chucked it at him. He lets out a deep laugh as he picks up my bra and places it over his eyes.

"Oh wow! This is a great sleeping mask!" I let out an exasperated gasp. I quickly ran over to the bed and pounced on him.

Harry laughed as I continued my assault. He grabbed my waist to steady me on his lap. Harry then flipped me over.

I giggled as his fingers tickled my sides. I writhe under him trying to get out. Harry grabs a hold of my wrists in one hand as the other continues to tickle me.

I can hear Harry's breathy laugh above me as the pace of his fingers begin to slow down.

I slowly stop moving, trying to calm myself down. Our eyes connect and it's not lost on me what position we are in. We stay there for a moment just taking each other in. I don't miss how Harry's eyes bounce back and forth between my eyes and my lips.

I clear my throat feeling my cheeks get hot as time passes by. I glance over at the clock on my nightstand to help calm myself down.

The time read 3:15 PM. I gasped and pushed Harry off me. My appointment is at 3:30 and I had gotten distracted.

"Crap, Harry. I'm going to be so late." I said as I began to strip, completely disregarding Harry still being in the room.

Out of the corner of my eye I could see Harry look over at me, but immediately look away.

By the time I had finished getting dressed it was already 3:23. I grabbed my purse and keys and made my way to the door.

I felt a hand clasp my wrist. I locked eyes with Harry. He had a look of plea on his face, and I immediately knew what he was about to ask.

Too concerned about running late, I caved in and let Harry come to the appointment with me.

"Dr. Ansley will see you shortly." the nurse said, placing my file in the black pocket on the wall.

"Thank you." I said with a smile. As the nurse shut the door, my eyes immediately went over to Harry. I watched as his eyes took in the oncologist's office. His eyes scanned the room like they had never seen a doctor's office before.

Granted the oncologist's office looked a little fancier, I admired his fascination.

Cute. I thought to myself. Suddenly, Harry looked over at me. I began blushing profusely for being caught staring.

The door opened and in walked Dr. Ansley.

"Good afternoon, Ms. West. How are you today?" she asked while walking over to her desk.

"I'm doing alright, thank you."

"Good. Good. Any discomfort?" I shake my head 'no' as my leg begins to bounce. Once the appointment has officially begun, we go through the usual procedure. She asks me how I am, if I am feeling anxious, and if I have any concerns regarding my treatments or what is to come in the future.

Next, I have to have some blood drawn. Dr. Ansley shows me to the bloodwork section and tells me to wait there. Harry follows along quietly. He seems deep in thought, but also very attentive to every little detail Dr. Ansley says. After my blood is drawn, I am sent back to Dr. Ansley's office.

"Alright, Ms. West. The moment we've both been dreading." I sigh, sadness overtaking me as I know what we have to discuss next.

"Would you like your boyfriend to step out?" Getting ready to protest Harry being my boyfriend, I turn to see his eyes are already on me. I give him a small smile before telling Dr. Ansley she can continue.

Dr. Ansley begins by explaining the same old, heart-wrenching information that I already know. I guess she does it more for Harry's sake than my own.

"With that being said...since your breast cancer is no longer in the early stages of stage four, you may have chemotherapy sessions once every two to four weeks and then have a break. You'll need about eight cycles of chemo, before we can take our next steps. Though stage four breast cancer is not curable, we can try our best to prolong your lifespan."

I nod my head in understanding, willing back the tears that dare to fall from my eyes. I don't want to die. From my peripheral vision, I see Harry glance over at me. He places a reassuring hand on my knee and begins to rub soothing patterns. I look over and give him a weak smile as he gives me one in return. I let my eyes trail down to Harry's hand and place my hand over his.

"How long," Harry pauses to clear his throat before he continues to speak, "How long does she have?" Dr. Ansley gives Harry a sympathetic smile.

"Evelyn has anywhere between one to three years to live." A cold shiver runs down my spine. I'd never asked the doctors how long they think I'd have. I figured it would be better not to know so I wouldn't live everyday with the constant anxiety about what's to come.

"I know this can be a hard pill to swallow, especially with you guys being so young, but there are resources available to help you guys through this. We offer therapy to help you guys talk out how you're feeling through this trivial time, especially you, Evelyn. We highly encourage you out of everyone to speak. Without a doubt from the outside, we know it's difficult, however, you are the only one who is really dealing with it on the inside. You are the one that knows what is running rampage in your mind. So we highly encourage you to please visit one of our therapists. I'm more than happy to recommend you to one of my choosing." Dr. Ansley says.

She gives us a second to let the news sink in by excusing herself from the room. She tells us that once we are finished, we can check out and try to enjoy the rest of our day.

Harry and I sit in silence. It's so quiet we can hear the ticking of the clock and the rustling of the leaves outside. Harry doesn't move to say anything and neither do I. As time passes by, the silence begins to eat away at me. Harry's hand still rests on my thigh as I feel my head getting heavy and my eyelashes begin to flutter close. I lean my head on Harry's shoulder. I keep my eyes closed as he shifts in his seat. I can feel his eyes watching me. I can almost picture the curious look on his face.

"Come on, Evie. Let's get you home." Harry says softly. I shake my head 'no' and continue to snuggle up to him.

"I'm sure you would be more comfortable in your bed at home." he says shrugging his shoulder ever so slightly. I grunt in protest as a means to tell him to stop.

"I just wanna stay here like this. You're so comfortable and warm." I murmur. I hadn't notice how cold Dr. Ansley's office was until now. I still feel his eyes on me. Harry lets out a breathy laugh.

"In the doctor's office? Really?" he asks. I nod. A few minutes pass before Harry speaks up again.

"Tell you what. We get up now and start heading home, I'll give you all the cuddles in the world." he says. I can hear the grin in his voice.

"Promise?" I ask.

"I promise." Harry says. He begins to rub soothing circles onto my thigh again and places a chaste kiss to my head. I sigh in contentment before standing up and putting my jacket on.

Harry watches me with a slight smile on his face. He wraps his arm around my shoulders, and we head out of the office.

[haleigh-sloth]

Hello shigaraki expert! Been a while, how are you? My question for today is: what are the similarities between izuku and shigaraki? Both in personality, and experiences and how do they diverge? Happy Aquarius season!

aahh I'll never feel like I can really live up to that title a;kshfk;asjf

I've gone back and forth on this a lot--used to think they were SOOO similar, then I thought they were sooooo different, now I'm kind of just in the middle.

For their experiences, Tomura's villain journey is subverted, kind of fake-out version of Izuku's hero journey. Izuku inherited a legacy that was genuinely intended to be passed onto him, for him to carry forward and surpass the person who passed the legacy onto him. Tomura on the other hand got handed a legacy that was never intended for him to keep, to carry forward for himself. Nope. Their experiences start out the same in a perfectly foiled way, and then diverge into different pathways when Tomura's coming-of-age villain journey turns out to be a farce from the get go, since AFO never wanted him to mature and see inside himself and figure life out the right way. Very very unlike what All Might genuinely wants for Izu and the rest of the UA kids.

Similarities I'd draw between the two of them are their self-destructive tendencies, lack of self-preservation in general, and kind of a refusal to face their past selves. That last one is a similarity but also a difference. But they both go go go until they're almost dead on their feet. Both had no problem offering up their bodies for a greater power--though obviously Tomura's situation was under false pretenses while Izuku's was genuinely meant for him to take for himself.

As for their personalities I think it's hard to compare and contrast because pretty much all of Tomura's personality that we've seen in the timeline of the manga is trauma response. His endless anger? Result of trauma. His jaded and nihilistic outlook on pretty much everything? Trauma. The occasional catastrophic emotional outbursts? Trauma.

I think the similarities in personality are that Tomura accepts people as they come (the ones he allows to live--aka just the LOV lol) while Izuku looks for the best in people. So in a way, if you take the murder and the trauma out of Tomura, I think you could say they're both relatively easy going people when it comes to interacting with others (in both of their cases, depending on who it is). Tomura lets things slide when his teammates yell at him, threaten him, decide to just not cooperate with him. Izuku is able to shake off instances when people take their issues out on him, or rather he's able to move on from them smoothly (with these traits, I think they're literally the perfect hero and villain for each other lol). In other ways though they're both super tightly wound and can flip like a switch, but in different ways for different reasons. Tomura is easily triggered and it's catastrophic when he is, and Izuku is an over-thinker/over-analyzer, and if someone hits the right nerve (insulting the life of someone he cares about, threatening someone's happiness, those things we've seen him get pissed off about) he gets easily riled up for that. Fun stuff.

If we're looking at 5 year old Tenko, I think there are more similarities. Both were kids who wanted to befriend the friendless or stick up for the bullied. I think we'll find at the end with Tomura when we see more of his personality is that at their core, they're both sensitive and compassionate people. Tomura just....really isn't capable of showing anything like that right now, even though it's in there, deep down (which is the point of showing Tenko so much, a reminder that he is like that).

I'm really more wanting to see what Tomura is like when he isn't just in constant crisis mode. The personality he does have isn't very visible to us right now and I'm eager to see him differently before the end of the manga.

[yet-another-heathen]

Oh wow, it looks like a whole bunch of people just found Liliholm and Page!

I want to let you all know that your comments are making me ECSTATIC <3 And I might as well make my update now, so you know where the series is headed.

Much like the recent Jackal rewrites, I'm going to be going back through the existing chapters and making an editing pass that will better characterize Wes and Henry as they are now. I'm also excited to introduce a more expansive cast of villains, and cannot WAIT to unveil Luca & Garcia's character arcs (which may very well split off into their own series!). You'll get to meet The Other, see Yalom at work, and meet some of the background characters that make Wes' life as a vigilante possible.

Thank you so much to my established readers for keeping the love of this series alive during its hiatus. And @redwingedwhump, I know you already realize it, but it truly is thanks to our AUs that Henry has become who he is today. So much of their story has grown out of ideas we've shared back and forth, and I can't wait for you to see how those bloom in their home universe. And @whumpvp, my beloved, the same goes for the Super Sin Squad AU <3 Both Henry and Wes truly started coming to life the day that you sent Jian's character interaction ask. How many years has it been now? You really are one of the best things that's ever happened to me, and it's such a sweet reminder to look back to where it all started.

I love you all <33 Let's do this!

[tsuki-sennin]

Cure Sky is a hero. With our final battle mere moments away, what terrible scheme has Skearhead brought forth? How will our dear Cures fare? Will the Empress have her heart mended?

Spoilers, I guess...

-Skearhead, that sunnova bitch.

-Oh she mad

-Prism, I don't think a paint palette's gonna patch impalement.

-Jesus Christ man, you

-"Maybe if she weren't such a weakling, she wouldn't be dying horribly."

-"Die like your father, you pinheaded son of an ice cream maker."

-holy shit a royal assassin

-The Emperor...

-Is that a heart tattoo on his arm? That's super adorable.

-"I traumatized you, yes."

-This is beyond fucked up, man, what the hell

-Ohhhhh

-D

-Darkhead.

-Okay, he quite literally personifies the villainy that the Underg preached.

-That's uh... quite interesting, actually.

-Dude

-Duuuuude.

-Skearhead shut the fuck up, you did like 30% of that.

-V

-Vessel???

-"Come, daughter of Sky Land."

-Daaaaaaamn, okay Wing! Good initiative.

-Aaaaand the party's been split.

-Imma be real, these guys have been jobbing lately, Butterfly probably could beat them all on her own if she moved fast.

-"Princess's orders~!"

-That's a big boy.

-You can do that too, eh, Majesty?

-All on her own...

-The Big Princess...

-We left our baby.

-"Do you know why I made you my vessel?"

-Hero...

-I see, Darkhead goes for the Zamasu approach.

-"Cure Sky, she's perfect."

-Daaaaamn, okay Sora.

-For the Empress!

-"Darkhead, your villainy ends today!"

-"Power is nothing without someone to use it. ...which is why power can use instead."

-OH

-Like canaries in a coal mine.

-"This mist is nothing! I've inhaled grosser and more dangerous things on jogs!"

-"Exactly what I've been looking for."

-Sky

-Sky no-

-Oh

-That is not right, that is not correct, that is not cool Toei.

-Okay, no it is, this IS SO SICK

-Aesthetically Underg Energy Sky pops the fuck off.

-This is the only time we've seen this asshole happy. How fitting.

-Ohhhhh

-Oh nooooooo

"Dulling hop! Suffocating step! Dark Jump~! Eternally falling black sky! Cure Darkhead~!"

-Goin' for the Warlock Punch!

-Hot damn, Prism's not even flinching

-YOOOO SORAAAAAA

-"Are you shitting me?! I lost...? I lost control of Cure Sky's body because her GIRLFRIEND-!?"

-The Empress's heart has been made whole again.

-"You're just like us, Empress Underg :)"

-"I'm no hero. Not yet at least. But with Prism, Majesty... Wing and Butterfly too... all of Sky Land and the people of Earth... and I guess now even you, Empress... I truly feel like I'm-"

-INVINCIBLE SEASON 2 PART 2 BABYYYYYY WOOOOOO

-Friendship confirmed, I repeat, friendship confirmed!

-Dang, you guys had fun, huh?

-Daijarg!

-"Listen pal, you really should go to bed."

-It's Hero Time~! Once more~!

-What a season this has been.

-Every time I thought it was getting a little stale, or that perhaps I wasn't taking things super seriously, it just pops back up to surprise me again.

-Excelsior, Cure Sky. You'd have done the legends behind so many of the world's best superheroes proud.

-One last Hirogaru Change for the road! Soaring to Infinity! Our World!

-Then after that...

-Doggy

[nvvermore]

Paint You Red

A talk at the docks between Amaryllis and Julian

[part nine of Come What May]

words: 2.2

cw: memory loss, the girls are fighting

accompaniment

-☽☼☾-

“Julian, I can't take this any longer. Either we talk now, or I leave.”

When Amaryllis finally puts their foot down, demanding Julian stop whatever one-sided game he's been playing with them all day, he leads them to the east docks.

It’s dead silent out here, dark, only the light of the moon to illuminate his face before them. The sea is endless, the only thing breaking up the view of the shimmering water is the dilapidated form of the Lazaret. It turns their stomach, it always has, and if they'd known this was Julian’s master plan all along they would have led him elsewhere for this ‘talk’.

“Alright, what's so pressing that you felt the need to dodge this conversation—that you wanted to have in the first place— all day?” Amaryllis asks, crossing their arms as they wait for his answer. Julian simply sighs, taking his time pacing slowly back and forth at the very end of the dock. After a silence that goes on too long, he finally stops, and sits down, legs dangling off of the edge.

“Feel that breeze. A nice night for sailing, don't you think?” He stares out at the water as he speaks, hardly addressing them at all.

“Julian.” Amaryllis snaps. In the past few days, they've learned a lot about Julian. One of them being, when they treat him harshly, he either feeds into it or grows embarrassed. But today, nothing. All day he’s been dodgy and tense, trying to take them on some meaningless adventures that accomplished nothing but wasting their time, ignoring their pleas for him to just get out with whatever he needed to say.

“Right.” Amaryllis sees his moonlit silhouette nod. “Come sit?” Julian pats the spot on the dock next to him.

They brush off his request, merely stepping closer to lean against the post next to him. “I’m fine standing.”

“Amaryllis… listen. We, uh, really need to talk. We've uh. Needed to talk all day. I guess I was just enjoying myself too much to take the plunge.”

“Enjoying yourself, or just stalling?”

“Both, I suppose.” His voice is small.

“Just out with it already, Julian.”

“I've done the calculations.” he starts, his words quick, like he has to force them from his mouth or else they'll never be spoken. “Thought of every possibility. Run through the scenario in my head over and over. There's only one way I can see this whole thing playing out. And it's not a happy ending, trust me.” He stops to take a deep breath. Amaryllis wants to interrupt, tell him to keep his monologues to himself, but they remain silent. It’s the most they've gotten out of him all day, after all. “Isn't it best to cut things off at the pass? To spare you the trouble of a tragic ending?”

“What?” It's all Amaryllis can say really. They stare down at him, but his eye is trained out on the Lazaret instead, avoiding them.

“The Lazaret.” Amaryllis is ready to just kick him off the dock and into the sea below. “Where they sent the victims during the plague. A monument to my failures. It haunts me.”

“I know what the Lazaret is. I see it every night in my dreams.” Julian finally glances up at them then, eye wide with horror. “Now back to the subject at hand, what is this ‘It's not you, it’s me’ bullshit?”

“I don't want to drag this out, Amaryllis.” His expression softens, shifting back into misery. “This… whatever it was, whatever it could have been.”

“It was more than just ‘whatever’. We both know it.” Amaryllis admits, suddenly feeling pathetic for fighting back against him at all. It’s new territory. Usually, they're the one doing the rejecting, not the other way around.

“Well, it has to end. Before it's too late for you. I am only going to end up hurting you somehow. I know it.”

They scoff. “Congratulations are in order then, Julian. You're a self-fulfilling prophecy.”

“Not this. I’ll end up doing something much worse. It’s what I do. What I've always done.” Julian says, and it feels final, or at least, Amaryllis wants it to be.

“Fine. I’ll leave then.” They turn away without a second thought, heels clicking against the dock, breaking the peaceful silence of the ocean. They've only made it a few steps before footfalls sound behind theirs.

“Amaryllis, wait!” Julian calls after them.

“What, Julian?” Amaryllis raises their voice, turning to face him where he stands a few feet away. “What is it? Do you want me, or not? I don't like wasting my time, and I’m sick of everyone else always deciding they know what's best for me.”

Julian splutters, opening his mouth, but nothing ever comes out.

“You know what, good riddance. I don't need someone like you who's clearly too caught up in himself to trust my judgment. If this is some shit about whatever happened that night of the masquerade, fine. If you want to martyr yourself so bad, I won't bother with the truth, I’ll just see you at the gallows instead.”

“I don't know if I killed the Count… but I know I could have. I know I have that darkness inside me.”

“And you think I don't? I’m sure many people wanted nothing more than for Lucio to finally meet his end when he was gorging himself while the city died. You were there, in the trenches. Even if I believed all this was as simple you being a murderer, I wouldn’t blame you. I don't think you're dangerous, I know danger, I promise. I think you're scared.”

“And you aren't?”

“Of you?” Amaryllis laughs. “Wouldn't dream of it. Of everything else? I'm terrified. From the moment you broke into my shop, something snapped in me. This pull, I've never felt anything like it in the years that I can recall, and I’m not the type to fall helplessly with one fell swoop. That's what I'm scared of. Of what you meant to me, in another time.” Saying it out loud only makes them feel worse. Until now, they could just pretend that Julian was just another pretty man they were stringing along for a good time, while keeping the truth tucked away in the back of their mind.

Julian seems to catch on to the shame in Amaryllis’s confession, and steps closer. He lifts his arms, hesitating, but ultimately places gloved hands over their shoulders. They reject his touch, stepping away.

“I know it's only been a short time, but I feel like I've known you for years. Is it because you put me at ease? That's hard to do, you know. I want to be around you. I, erm. Can't stop thinking about you, even when you're not there. That's the problem. I'm torn in two, Amaryllis. My brain tells me to leave, but my heart keeps pulling me back.”

“Then why?”

“There’s no future for us that doesn't end in ruin for you.” Julian says solemnly.

“Wow, have you started up a hobby in divination? That’s great Julian, I wish you the best. Maybe you can join up with the fraud fortune readers down at the market.” Amaryllis spits, taking a few more steps away from him. “Remember how I said I dislike wasting my time? Apparently not, you were too busy listening to yourself instead of me. I’m done.” They turn away from him once more, making their way back up the dock.

“Let me walk you home.” he calls after them.

“Oh, I should let the dangerous heathen walk me home? I think not.” They shout back at him.

Amaryllis doesn't stop when he follows them, apparently deciding on his own he’s going to walk them anyways. They'd really like to turn around and curse him for not listening to them. But they have bigger thoughts to deal with, what with the way they bared their heart and feelings to him just to be rejected anyways, despite their best instincts.

The walk back to the shop is quicker than normal, with the fast pace Amaryllis keeps to keep as far away from Julian— still trailing behind them— as possible.

A chirp rings out in the distance, and Styx swoops out of the darkness, landing upon their shoulder. The bat had made himself scarce when Julian had taken them to hide out Mazelinka’s home last night.

“Where have you been?” Amaryllis asks their familiar, out loud.

“Wanted to give you space.”

“Thank you. But I won't be needing much anymore.”

“Everyone is home now.”

“Great, that’s just what I need right now.”

They're just steps away from the shop, the curtains drawn with light from inside peeking through. Amaryllis pauses on the street, imagining Asra and Ophélie inside helping each other with dinner, while Vesper sits off to the side, his only assistance in the form of backseat cooking. It’s warm, inviting, how they felt last night when Mazelinka welcomed them into her home with open arms.

They now realize staying there last night was wholly unnecessary. They didn't have to stay, and they probably shouldn't have. But they did anyway. They wanted to spend time with Julian, away from the outside world where Amaryllis is tasked with deciding if he really is as guilty as everyone— including himself— believes him to be.

Earlier in the day, Amaryllis would have invited Julian to join them inside without a second thought. He would have protested, gently, but they would have forced him through the door anyway. Things surely would have been tense between him and Asra, but Vesper and Ophélie would welcome him as Mazelinka did them. Ophélie would have made him a plate of whatever it is she's cooking up, forced him to take a seat and enjoy. Vesper would have dug right in to find out what made him tick, would have given them a look and made some comment about what a catch he was. It’d be a wonderful night, and Amaryllis would think about how Portia and Mazelinka were missing, but that there would be all the time in the world for the two to join at some point.

But now, Amaryllis simply turns to glance back at him, pretending not to see the way his eye tears up at their cold expression. He takes a step closer, opening his mouth, but they push open the front door, slamming it in his face behind them.

The shop’s atmosphere is a complete opposite to the one they just stepped in from. As predicted, a racket is coming from the kitchen upstairs, the sounds of Vesper and Ophélie’s bickering carrying down the stairs and through the shop. Asra must have been anticipating their arrival, because he’s already at the bottom of the stairs, smiling when his eyes land on them.

“Welcome home, Amie.” His greeting has all the warmth it usually carries, but they aren't in the mood for kindness anymore.

“You’re back early.”

“We decided to cut the trip short— I recognize that look. What happened?” Asra’s soft smile falls into a concerned grimace.

“Not now.”

“It’s Ilya, isn't it?”

“I don't want to talk about it.”

“Amaryllis, I haven't seen you this upset in… Well, a very long time.”

“Fine, it's about Julian!” Amaryllis raises their voice just enough, tired of being pushed and pulled at all day. “You'll be pleased to know you won't ever have to hear about him from me again. Julian is done, I’m done. Happy?”

“That’s not what I mean and you know it—“

“Julian? He’s back?” Ophélie calls suddenly, from the top of the stairs, her voice small.

“He’s probably still moping out front.” Amaryllis tells her.

She doesn't wait for an answer before rushing down the stairs, pushing past Asra.

“Lie, where are you going?” he calls as she scoops her coat up off the floor.

“I have to talk to him.”

With her brow furrowed and look of determination in her eyes, she glances back at everyone briefly. She exits the shop silently, leaving everyone with nothing but the slam of the door.

Amaryllis moves without thinking, stomping through the shop as if the pounding of their heels against the wood flooring can stop Asra’s attempts at speaking with them. “I’m going to go chase down Ophélie—“

Asra cuts them off. “She’ll be okay. She needs this.”

“So she does know him. From before.” It isn’t a question.

“I don’t know the details,” Asra says carefully. Amaryllis turns, eyeing him. “I wasn’t there.” He sighs, the look in his eyes hollow. “But I know he helped her out of a horrible situation. It was traumatic for her, when he disappeared.”

“He said she sounded familiar when I’d mentioned her.”

“He should be more than familiar with her. From what I know, she was just a child when he found her. Practically had a hand in raising her with—“ he cuts himself off.

Amaryllis opens their mouth to make the connection on their own, but instead Vesper takes the moment over, choosing right then to be the perfect time to pop his head around the stairwell.

“So, anyone want to tell me who the hell Julian is?”

[sunskate]

CPom- This Week in Skating podcast episode pt 2

Your style this season-- building Christina and Anthony's style-

C: both our programs this year- they feel like us, authentic, easy to skate every day, they're fun, we connect to them a lot. we have to thank our coaches for that. cause they really helped guide us into finding who we are as people and skaters and going off our strengths they're creating our programs

the FD is more mature- how did you get to that point-

A: a lot of that comes from Christina- she's had a huge glow-up the past few years and with Madison being there and showing how to do it, how she would do it. It gives the confidence to Christina to try some of the things Madison provides and shows and I think that has come across in our skating. All the lifts are different and new- we had the time to work each element and make sure it's unique and fluid into the next transition. All of that is a factor in why the maturity has shown up

C: it's both of us. changing coaches lifted a big weight off our shoulders. it's allowed us to be more free and to just be able to dance connect with each other, have fun training. we're training better and having fun and feel authentic to what we're doing. If feels very much like what we're meant to be doing

Anthony did you know your parents skated to Summertime?

A: I knew that they skated to Summertime- they were so happy to see us skating to that. i didn't get to see the program until I visited them after the Grand Prix season. i'm very happy to skate to the same music- Summertime has so much deep history, so being part of that list and being on the same list as my parents it's an honor

So you're getting ready to go back to Japan- what's going through your mind

C: it's one of my favorite countries to go to- i'm super super excited to go next week

A: from what i hear the stadium is huge. this is probably the biggest event that we'll go to. it's an honor to go. the Japanese people love figure skating, it's going to be fantastic

Have your coaches told you what to expect or given you advice-

C: we're trying to approach it like any other competition- to stay prepared, stay in the moment and take it one step at a time. they just want us to go out there and have fun- we're not going there to win, we want to skate our best like what we've been doing in training

A: the best advice i've gotten - to use this competition as a way to progress into next season. to our eventual goal of competing at the Olympics

speaking of Olympics- Christina's citizenship--

C: I have my green card, so it's just waiting at this point. but it should be here before 2026

A: going back to resilience- Christina makes the huge sacrifice of driving every day to London Ontario from Michigan- it's about an hour drive and she goes back and forth every day. It's a huge commitment she does. Especially in weather situations, after hard training, it's a commitment and it doesn't go unnoticed

C: when i'm crossing at 6:30 am, if the border agent is rude, that's not a good way to start my day (laughs) but most of the time they're super nice. if anything the Canadian side asks more questions. The American side is like hey how was training today- when's your next competition?

how long are you training each day in Canada

C: on the ice 3-4 hours, then usually we have an hour of off ice. we don't have much break so it's a pretty short day- so like let's say we start training at 8 am -depending on our off ice, I'll be home 3:00, 4:00. it's totally ok.

[supernovasolace]

Today feels rich with possibilities but also...bittersweet.

I came out to my brothers a few days ago. It's been a while since our last visit, and I'm seeing them for the youngest's birthday today. I'm still nervous about COVID but we are testing/masking, and I'm bringing my Aranet so I can make a case for opening some windows at least. It's so hard to go anywhere without worrying it'll be the place my luck runs out. But I am trying to balance my caution and make space for other important things too.

Anyways, my brothers aren't normally big texters (we mostly just share memes back and forth lol) but they both heart reacted to my message about my name/pronouns, so I'm taking that as a positive sign. They seem like they'll both be cool, but they're probably also concerned about what's going to happen with our parents. Which is fair.

We grew up in an abusive and controlling home, and it wasn't safe to show weakness or admit our struggles, let alone talk about them openly or without judgment. So while I was already being vulnerable in coming out, I took the opportunity to explicitly state this. I told them I was going to therapy, and invited them to talk to me if there's ever anything hard that they need to talk to someone about. I told them that unlike our parents, my love for them is unconditional and that nothing could change how I see them. I know they're probably not going to take me up on the offer anytime soon, but I hope they remember the seeds I've been planting when they need a confidant. It was a big step, but I am proud of myself for opening up. In order for things to change, someone always has to take the first leap of faith. This time it was just my turn, and I didn't flinch.

Sometimes I feel like I'm behind in life compared to my younger siblings. They both have careers, are in good health, have better relationships with our parents, and survived our upbringing more unscathed due to being AMAB. As the eldest, I always tried to protect them and take the brunt of things when our parents were at their worst, and for the most part I succeeded. My brothers got to have much more of a childhood than I ever did and I'm thankful for that. But they've still been through shit no one should go through. When they were little, I did what I could to draw attention off them. And they've seen me hide bruises that would have been theirs. We've been through shit together that would leave scars on anyone.

And then I think about all our extended family, most of whom also grew up in abusive environments. Many are so transparently haunted by their past and spend their whole lives avoiding uncomfortable conversations. Trauma has had a history in our family for generations, and I've watched so many of them hide it away, letting it fester until it whittled them away into hollow shells. And when I think of my extended family, I think maybe the best thing I can give my brothers is an example of what it looks like to fight your demons and win.

It's taken me 28 years to get myself into therapy, and I'm so fucking proud of myself for finally making it happen. I've been wanting to go for years, but I was scared I wouldn't be able to find a provider who would have broad enough competency to help me sort through everything I've been through. But the therapist I found is perfect for me in every way. They've been through many of the same struggles that I've been through, and we even have the same birthday. I feel safe with them, and weekly sessions have given me some structure and stability that I've really needed lately. It's hard for me to ask for help, and it's hard for me to trust that resources will remain available for me to depend on because I've lost them so many times. But I have been pushing against those fears because I know this will be good for me, and I told myself this time felt different.

That is, until I got an email last night that my therapist is suspending their services due to my insurer no longer approving them as a provider. They're appealing the decision, but there's no telling how long the process will take or if it'll be successful. And they can't see me in the meantime unless I can afford to self-pay (which I can't). There's a good chance I'll be losing my access to therapy through this provider permanently. And at this point, they're irreplaceable to me, so I don't know what to do.

I'm trying desperately to remain hopeful about it, but this sudden turn of events has given me whiplash and I'm feeling heartbroken over the possibility of losing my therapist. It's not their fault, and there's nothing anyone can do but wait for the appeal process. This has been very triggering for my medical trauma as well, as quite often I lose access to important treatments or providers due to bullshit, pointlessly cruel insurance bureaucracy. I really felt like this time was going to be different. I thought I was going to be able to depend on my therapist for support as I prepare to come out to my non-affirming parents. And if I'm honest with myself, I really really need to keep seeing them. I'm cautiously optimistic about seeing my brothers tonight, but I was excited to share about how it goes with my therapist on Thursday. Now I'm feeling more nervous because I know no matter how tonight goes, I won't be getting a session this week to process.

I'm having a hard time not feeling like the rug is being pulled out from under me yet again. Part of me feels silly for expecting any better, part of me is despondent and scared, and another part of me is absolutely furious about being trapped in a hell country with systems and policies like this. Above all else, it just feels deeply unfair. I've already survived so much, and even just a few weeks of sessions has been life-changing. I don't think that access to therapy is too much to ask for. And I shouldn't be spending my Saturday night crying because I might lose my best shot at healing when I've only just gotten started.

So I guess I'm putting all these messy feelings on here, because they have to go somewhere. And the one person I want to talk to about it can't see me. I hope this ends up being a speed bump rather than a road block, but only time will tell. I'll keep fighting regardless, but for now, I'm fucking bummed. And taking some time to hold space for that feels right. I think my therapist would agree, and I hope I get to talk with them about life again someday soon.

[todayisawthewhxlewxrld]

RAYHSIIisushshjdiJWJWISIH MY SLEEP SCHEDULE IS SO MUCH BETTER NOW?!?! I'VE BEEN GOING TO BED AT AROUND 7 PM, AND WAKING UP A 6 AM?!?! LIKE EVEN ON THE WEEKENDS? BRO. BE PROUD OF ME PRAISE ME RN!!! BUT ANYWAYS, I'm feeling SO much better 😋 I think I might make that cheesecake thing I mentioned a few anon asks ago today, and probably clean up a bit. I admit I really let the place go for a sec, dishes have unfortunately piled up a bit 😔

ALSO HELLOOOOO??? MEGUMI AND Y/N?? BRO Y/N NEEDS TO STOP THINKING THAT MEGUMI IS ALWAYS AFTER HER!! 😭😭 POOKS LIKE I GET IT, BUT DAMN?? WTH HAPPENED FOR YOU TO HATE HIM SO MUCH, AND HAVE YOU BELIEVE THAT HE HATES YOU SO MUCH TO THE POINT WHERE HE WOULD WANT TO EMBARRASS YOU?? 💀 I'm SO invested. I woke up a few hours ago and saw that you had posted 2 yesterday, but I was like "its still late so I'm taking my happy ass back to bed, I'll read it when I wake up". It's the first thing I did when I arose from my slumber.

Also the boyfriend thing, he at least acts lovey sometimes, but yeah I get what you're saying 😔💔 I just really REALLY love him, and he'll express his love from time to time. I just don't know if he likes me or is just playing me, it'll be 4 months on the 11th, so I'm hoping that this is just one of those relationship phases and we'll work on it or something 😭 We've been okay for the most part tho, idk relationships are difficult sometimes, but I'm more than willing to go through more than difficult for him 😞 Bro has me folded like I've never been before? Help?

PLEASE THOUGH MY FRIEND AND TEACHERS DYNAMIC IS SO WEIRD?? SHE LITERALLY CALLS HIM A LITTLE GAY MAN 😭 HE LETS HER TOO? SHE EVEN INVITED ME INTO A GROUP OF PEOPLE WHO CALL HIM THAT? 💀 She sees him as an older brother, and I could see why, he lwk acts like this other dude I know 😔 I miss you W 💔 But anyways, it's just funny to see them go back and forth with eachother 💀

ANYWAYS. 💀💀 What's your favorite song? 🤔 Tbh I couldn't tell you mine, not that anything is wrong with it, I just FR can't decide what my favorite song is 😭 Having a hard time deciding my favorite color too 💀

ANYWAYS GONNA CLEAN (if I dont procrastinate) SO GOODBYE MY DEAREST AXEL

XOXO 👽

YAYAYYAYA SO PROUD OF U BAEEE!!! SO GLAD UR SLEEPPING SCHEDULE IS GOING GOOD! I HOPE CLEANING GOES WELL N UR CHEESE CAKE COMES OUT YUMMY 😎😎😎

NAH FR LIKE HAS YN EVER THOUGH MAYBE HE ISNT DETERMINED TO MAKE THEIR LIFE A LIVING HELL LIKE THEY THINK HE IS?? 😭😭

bae… idk… i’m still team break up with him even after reading that… cause i feel like it’s usually the opposite four months in where they were rlly sweet before and NOW they’re showing their true colors but also fuck do i know i’m not in ur relationship so take what i say with a grain of salt if u want… DO WHAT U THINK IS BEST ILY !

HELPPP NOT A LITTLE GAY MAN LFMOAOA THATS SO SILLY

ermmmm …. yeah i cant decide either… i love so many songs and i feel like i’m betraying them if i only pick one of them😭😭😭😭

[fall-out-boytoy]

Midtown (Rob Hitt) interview From supersonicmag.com November 13th, 2001 via email

Where did the name "Midtown" come from? We wanted a name that was pretty much ambiguous so you wouldn't be able to hear the band name and all of the sudden be able to classify who we are. Ya know, ska bands for example, say, Skaskank Redemption, right there, without a doubt you know what kind of band you're dealing with. We're nothing near ska, but still we wanted the music to speak more than the band name. Gabe was in NYC in 1998 and looked up and "voila", saw "Midtown" and then brought the name to us and we knew it was what we wanted.

How has the band changed, since it began in 1998? It's funny you ask that because just the other night we watched one of our first practices from my basement in December of 1998. We saw ourselves making the same dumb jokes and acting pretty much the same as we do today. As much as we would have hoped we'd be more mature when we got older we haven't seen it yet...

Musically I think we've mainly become better songwriters. Hopefully on the new album the songs will be a bit more cohesive and rock a bit more.

I think it's really great to see more than one person in the band singing lead vocals. Aside from that, what else makes Midtown a unique band? I don't think that it's just that they switch singing lead vocals, but the fact that everyone sings different parts of the songs going back and forth. In addition to just singing alone everyone contributes in three part harmonies so in essence the three lead vocals act like one at times. It helps a lot to have 3 different vocalist because it keeps the songs from being stale since everyone draws from different influences.

I read on your site that you guys are "four college kids." What was your major in college, and did you ever finish? Oh man, I had a totally nerdy major in college. It's called Management Science and Information Systems. Total nerd shit. It's basically setting up networks for businesses and building them databases they can use.... So yeah, is anyone board yet? It was actually kind of cool but we're not gonna go there... Did I ever finish? Ummmm.... no, I was actually about 14 credits short, I'll go back one day but who knows when that'll be.

"Save the World, Lose the Girl" is an awesome cd. How do you plan on topping that with your next album? We're almost done recording right now, I just hope that everyone likes the songs a lot more. I know we're all super stoked on it so it will be fun once it finally gets released. Our only guess right now would be early 2002.

Which do you prefer? Touring or recording? I like them both a lot. Touring is probably more fun but recording is an amazing experience to hear a song from it's first stages until it's finally finished. Kinda like having a baby... Well, I've never had one, but ya know, I'm sure it would be similar.

How do you think you have changed since joining Midtown? Didn't you kinda ask that question already?

Do people treat you differently now? Nah, not really. They no were still poor mofos so they're smart enough not to ask want anything from us.

Do you have a favorite band to tour with? See below but yeah, there's another band too. There is this band from Germany called The Donots, they're so amazing. There website is http://www.donots.de/ They're on this label in Germany that hasn't licensed their album anywhere out of their country so nobody has had a chance to hear of them. They're sooooooo good!

I see that a few of you love The Movielife. ME TOO! Are they close friends of yours? Totally, if I grew up with those guys they would have been like my best friends growing up. If anyone ever meets them they'll know what I'm talking about.

What is the most frustrating thing about the music industry? Being poor and being taken advantage of. There are some absolutely amazing people in the industry that would blow you away but on the opposite side there are the people that pretend to be nice to you just to get something from you. It's pretty much life, ya know, there are always good and bad people.

What can we look for from Midtown in the upcoming year? THE NEW ALBUM. Seriously, we're really excited for it to come out. Please go to our website and sign up on our mailing list. http://www.midtownrock.com/ We'll keep everyone up to date with what's going on with the album and when it will be released.

Alright...time to get some dirt on your band members... Who is the messiest? The messiest... we're fairly clean but our van is a mess, it's so dirty on the inside, there's always old magazines and garbage everywhere.

Who gets picked on the most? Yours Truly. So you better be nice to me when you see me at shows!

By who? Everyone has their fair share.

Which memeber is the most neurotic? Damn, we're all neurotic in our own different way. We're very interesting people.

Does Heath get sick of hearing that he looks like Dave Grohl? Heath looks like Dave Grohl?

Which member gets stuck doing most of the dirty work? What do you consider dirty work? I know a cat took a shit in Heath's shoe once and he had to clean it out of there so yeah, in that case Heath.

Gabe does a lot of the paper work stuff , I do a lot of online stuff, and Tyler looks works really hard on his hair, we all pitch in a bit.

What's the funniest prank that you've played on someone in the band? A friend of mine filled in for me on drums for a tour and let's just say a bowl of his cereal and a hot dog were involved.

Which member do you think the girls go crazy for? Me of course, come on, like they'd go for anyone else in the band, jeez, like you even had to even ask.

How do you decide who drives? We switch off in shifts. We usually each drive as long as we can and then the next person in the shift drives. Sometimes Heath likes to drive so of course we're not gonna say "NO."

Do you guys get along well? Absolutely, I think a lot of the reason we don't have a lot of problems is because before we started touring we all lived in a house in New Brunswick when we were still in college. That helps you learn a lot of the things a person does and how to deal with them.

Were you friends before the band began? Totally, that was one of the main reasons we formed the band. When we were in our old bands we always played local shows together so we knew each other pretty well.

Finally, can you describe each band member in one word...including yourself. (TWO WORDS) Heath: Louie Anderson Tyler: Keith Hernandez or Bush Gabe: Fernando Valenzuela ME: Brad Pitt, DUH!

Thank you so much for the interview. Is there anything else that you'd like to add? Yeah! Check out our website http://www.midtownrock.com/ and please if you have time check out http://www.veganoutreach.org

[martellspear]

̷𖤐֪ elia martell x taylor swift albums

— Fearless (Taylor's Version)

— the lyrics picked were the ones that made me think of her/her relationships/her plot.

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Fearless: "And I don't know how it gets better than this // You take my hand and drag me headfirst // Fearless" (elia x oberyn again!)

Fifteen: "'Cause when you're fifteen and // Somebody tells you they love you // You're gonna believe them"

Love Story: "I got tired of waiting // Wondering if you were ever coming around // My faith in you was fading"

Hey Stephen: "'Cause I can't help it if you look like an angel" (literally her)

White Horse: the entire song "Say you're sorry, that face of an angel // Comes out just when you need it to // As I paced back and forth all this time // 'Cause I honestly believed in you" (all I see is rhaelia angst)

You Belong With Me: "I'm the one who makes you laugh // When you know you're 'bout to cry // I know your favorite songs // And you tell me 'bout your dreams" (elia x oberyn again♡)

Breathe: "And we know it's never simple, never easy // Never a clean break, no one here to save me"

— the songs below fit rhaelia angst so well:

Tell Me Why: "I'm sick and tired of your reasons // I got no one to believe in // You tell me that you want me, then push me around"

You're Not Sorry: every single lyric "This is the last straw // Don't wanna hurt anymore // And you can tell me that you're sorry // But I don't believe you, baby, like I did before // You're not sorry"

The Way I Loved You: "And that's the way I loved you // Breaking down and coming undone"

Forever & Always: "This thing is breaking down, we almost never speak // I don't feel welcome anymore // Baby, what happened? Please tell me // 'Cause one second it was perfect // Now you're halfway out the door"

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The Best Day: "Don't know how long it's going to take to feel okay // But I know I had the best day with you today" (elia x rhaenys | "you never love anything in the world the way you love your first child."!!!!)

Change: "So we've been outnumbered, raided, and now cornered // It's hard to fight when the fight ain't fair // We're getting stronger now, finding things they never found // They might be bigger but we're faster and never scared // You can walk away, say we don't need this // But there's something in your eyes says we can beat this" (dornish pride 𖤓)

Jump Then Fall: "Every time you smile, I smile // And every time you shine, I'll shine for you"

Untouchable: "Untouchable, burning brighter than the sun // And when you're close, I feel like coming undone"

Come In With The Rain: "I've watched you so long, screamed your name // I don't know what else I can say"

The Other Side Of The Door: "And I broke down crying, was she worth this mess?"

Today Was A Fairytale: "Today was a fairytale // You've got a smile // That takes me to another planet"

You All Over Me: "I lived, and I learned // Had you, got burned // Held out, and held on // God knows, too long // And wasted time, lost tears // Swore that I'd get out of here"

Mr. Perfectly Fine: she literally wrote this one about rhaegar

"Hello Mr. Casually cruel // Mr. Everything revolves around you // I've been Ms. Misery since your goodbye // And you're Mr. Perfectly fine"

AND

"'Cause I hear he's got his arm 'round a brand new girl // I've been pickin' up my heart, he's been pickin' up her // And I never got past what you put me through // But it's wonderful to see that it never phased you!"

We Were Happy: "Oh, I hate those voices // Telling me I'm not in love anymore // But they don't give me choices"

That's When: "I said, "I know" // He said, 'I need some time, need some space'"

Don't You: "Sometimes I really wish that I could hate you // I've tried, but that's just somethin' I can't do // My heart knows what the truth is // I swore I wouldn't do this"

Bye Bye Baby: "And there's so much that I can't touch // You're all I want but it's not enough this time // And all the pages are just slipping through my hands // And I'm so scared of how this ends"