#and we deserve to be treated with respect

[strawberrypinky]

I try to keep this blog relatively free of openly discussing politics for various reasons, but as I continue to watch what is currently happening in the United States, my horror outweighs my desire to keep this a purely fandom related zone.

I am an Englishwoman who was raised in Germany. Roughly four years of my History curriculum (a mandatory class I had to take, mind you) were dedicated to studying Nazi Germany. I directed a play for Holocaust Remembrance Day, and in preparation for it I was allowed to read original Nazi files on homosexuals in a federal archive. I am also an autistic woman.

I have read, precisely, what eugenics lead to, and it remains the most horrifying thing I have read in my entire lifetime.

The Nazis considered everyone unworthy of life who fell under one of the following "categories":

Epileptic

Schizophrenic

Manic-depressive

Suffering from Cerebral palsy or muscular dystrophy

Deaf��and/or blind

Homosexual or "transvestites" (which at the time was used to refer to intersex and transgender people, particularly trans women)

Anyone else showing signs of disabilities affecting cognitive ability or being diagnosed with one

Autistic people were considered “unworthy of life” by the Nazis. Although eugenics was already a troubling issue in Germany before their rise to power, the Nazis’ obsession with “biological improvement” in pursuit of a so-called perfect Aryan race led to horrific practices that echo the proposals we see today from RFK Jr. The Nazis gathered routine information from doctors’ offices and welfare departments, using it to compile lists of those they deemed “unfit.” Hundreds of children and adults were targeted — murdered, experimented on, or forcibly sterilised.

To publicly call for a “disease registry” to track autistic people is openly engaging in tactics used by Nazi Germany. It’s eugenics - point, blank, period.

Autistic people have, and always will continue to exist. They are not a “problem” or “crisis” to be solved, or a “tragic” aberration that needs to be snuffed out. Autism is not an “epidemic”, nor the result of vaccinations. It is not a “preventable disease”. Autism does not “ruin families”.

Today, we see a rise in autism diagnoses not because autism itself is increasing, but because we are finally recognising it in populations - especially women - who were historically overlooked. Diagnostic criteria have improved dramatically over the past two decades, and autism is no longer treated merely as a “last resort” label for children with cognitive disabilities.

The ongoing push to “find the cause of autism,” while simultaneously slashing funding for the Department of Education, Medicaid, and social services that support autistic individuals, is not about helping anyone. It is a thinly veiled attempt to justify modern-day eugenics under the guise of scientific inquiry. Most autistic individuals are fully capable of leading independent, fulfilling lives. And those who require higher levels of support are no less deserving of love, kindness, respect, and the fundamental dignity owed to every human being - not subjected to the cruelty of ableist agendas.

Watching history begin to repeat itself, despite countless promises of “never again,” is horrifying in more ways than I can even begin to express - and make no mistake: if anyone believes this agenda will stop with autistic individuals, they are gravely mistaken.

[thedilfdiaries]

You found me

arthur morgan x f!reader || 1.8k

Summary: A routine trip into the woods for herbs turns violent when a coyote attack leaves you injured and alone. But Arthur finds you, and everything changes.

Warnings: just a lil fluff, Arthur fixing reader, animal attack, drawn out tension between the characters

Notes: This is a very secret spy mission I was on tonight for @thundermartini . this is just a tiny thing to say thank you for being the best of the best, for always cheering me on, for being the bees knees, the cats meow, you are truly one of a kind baby and I love you so much 💖🫂🫶🏼 anywayyyyyyyy I hope you enjoy

Masterlist

You’ve spent so much time in the woods that the rustling of the trees usually comforts you. Today, it doesn’t. Today, you’re too far from camp, your satchels too full, your boots are too muddy, and your thoughts are too scattered. The air is warm but heavy, clouds rolling in slow and low above the canopy. You don’t like the feeling, but you ignore it anyway.

You find the patch of wild mint tucked beneath a fallen log and kneel down to gather it—sharp, green, fragrant. It reminds you of Arthur, in a strange way. Something rough, wild, but useful. Healing.

You smile a little at the thought. You’ve been thinking about him more than you should.

Once, not long ago, you’d sliced your palm open on a rusted nail behind the horseshoe station. Arthur had been the one to wrap your hand, gruff but gentle, his brow tight with concern. “Gotta be more careful, sweetheart,” he had murmured, brushing dirt from your knuckles like he couldn’t help himself. You had laughed and called him bossy. But you’d watched the way his jaw worked after—like there was something he wanted to say and couldn’t.

But he keeps his distance. Like he doesn’t think he deserves to get close.

The Van der Linde gang is family, in its strange and fractured way. Arthur’s always treated you kind—respectful in a way some of the others never quite mastered. He listens to you when you speak, doesn’t scoff when you talk about herbs and poultices like the rest of them sometimes do. And he looks at you, really looks at you, like you’re not just another pair of hands around camp.

You pretend it doesn’t bother you.

The growl is quiet, almost too quiet. You hear it just as you’re reaching for another stem. You freeze, heart skipping.

The coyote lunges before you can turn.

You hit the ground hard. It’s not a clean fall—you twist wrong, shoulder slamming into a jagged root, and the pain is immediate and blinding. The breath rushes from your lungs. Claws dig into your back. You scream, shove, thrash, somehow managing to drive your blade into its side. The beast snarls, jerks away, then disappears into the brush like it was never there.

You lie in the dirt, your body screaming, shoulder thudding with pain so intense it turns your stomach.

You can’t breathe right.

You can’t move your arm.

You don’t cry, but your throat burns like you might.

Your vision sways. You lean against a tree and focus on surviving. The pain blooms and blooms and keeps blooming.

When you hear a horse, you think you’re imagining it.

But then—

“Hey!”

Arthur’s voice is ragged, raw like it’s been torn from his chest. You turn your head, barely, and there he is—boots kicking up dirt, reins dropped, eyes wild.

He falls to his knees in front of you. Grabs your face gently, cradling your jaw like he’s afraid you’ll shatter.

“What the hell happened?”

“Coyote,” you whisper, dazed. “Shoulder’s—bad. I—I can’t move it.”

His eyes scan your body, hands hovering over you without touching. You’ve never seen Arthur Morgan look scared before.

He looks scared now.

“You shouldn’t be out here alone,” he mutters, more to himself than you. “Damn it. I should’ve come with you.”

“I was fine,” you lie.

“No, you ain’t,” he snaps, but there’s no heat in it. Just fear. “We gotta get you back. I can’t do much for you out here.”

You nod, barely.

He slips an arm around your back, another under your knees, and lifts you like you weigh nothing. You cry out without meaning to—the movement lights your shoulder up like fire—and you fist your good hand in his coat, trying to breathe through the hurt.

Arthur presses his cheek against your hair. “I got you,” he murmurs. “I got you, sweetheart. You hold on now.”

Sweetheart. The word cuts through the pain like sunlight.

The trail blurs in your vision, pine trees and dark green, the scent of horses and earth. Arthur's coat is warm against your cheek.

“I thought you weren’t comin’,” you whisper at one point.

“I'll always come for you,” he says, and it sounds like a vow.

Back at camp, chaos stirs the moment you arrive. Miss Grimshaw demands space, but Arthur doesn’t budge. He carries you to your bedroll himself, eases you down with a gentleness you didn’t know he had in him.

Then he kneels. Takes out his knife. Cuts your torn shirt open at the shoulder and exposes the damage.

You look away. You hate how vulnerable you feel.

“Look at me,” he says quietly. “Ain’t nothin’ you need to be ashamed of.”

You do. His eyes are softer than they’ve ever been. Full of something aching and real.

“This is gonna hurt,” he warns. “Bad. But I need to set it before it swells worse.”

You grit your teeth. “Do it.”

He does. You scream. The pain is so deep and so bright you think you might pass out—but Arthur’s there, grounding you, you find yourself grabbing onto his vest, your forehead pressed to his collarbone.

He doesn’t move. Doesn’t flinch. Just lets you hold on while the pain crests and fades.

“You good?” he asks after a minute, his voice low.

You nod, your face against his chest. “Yeah.”

His hand comes up resting carefully against the back of your head. “You scared me.”

You pull back enough to look at him. His eyes are storm-dark, gaze pinned to yours. There’s a vulnerability there you’ve never seen before��not from Arthur.

“I didn’t think anyone’d come lookin’ for me that fast,” you whisper.

“I always would,” he says simply. “You know that, right?”

Your chest aches in a different way now. Deep and warm and terrifying.

The air between you feels charged. Strange and thick, like the calm after a storm—or right before the next one breaks.

When it's over—when your shoulder is finally wrapped tight and the sweat cooling on your brow is wiped away with careful fingers — Arthur’s still crouched beside you with his hand lingering on your knee like he doesn’t want to pull back, and you’re still breathing heavy from the pain.

Your eyes meet his.

And neither of you looks away.

There’s something stretching taut in the silence. You feel it in the way his gaze drops to your mouth, in the way his thumb brushes the outside of your knee without him even seeming to realize he’s doing it. You feel it in your own chest, the way your breath hitches, the way your lips part just barely.

He leans in.

So slow. Like he’s afraid to spook you. Like he’s afraid to want.

And god, you want.

Your nose brushes his. His breath is warm and smells faintly of tobacco and pine. His hand comes up to cradle your jaw again, thumb resting just beneath your cheekbone. His eyes flicker—searching yours like he’s waiting for you to stop him.

You don’t.

He gets so close you can feel the heat of his mouth against yours, your lips nearly brushing.

And then, finally, his lips press to yours.

It’s not gentle.

It’s not rushed, either.

It’s desperate and quiet and full of everything he’s never said. His hand cups your jaw like you’re something precious, like touching you any harder might shatter you. And he kisses you like he’s drowning—like you’re the only thing anchoring him to the world. You feel the tremble in him, the restraint in his shoulders, the way he’s holding himself back even now.

He pulls away just enough to breathe—but not far, never far, and then he kisses you again. Slower this time. Reverent. Like he’s trying to memorize the shape of your mouth, the taste of you, like some part of him knows he may never get another chance.

You gasp into his mouth. Your good hand fists in the front of his shirt, fingers twisted in the worn fabric like you’re afraid he’ll disappear if you let go.

He lets you. Stays there, close and warm and real.

When he finally pulls back, he doesn’t go far. His forehead rests against yours, both of you breathe hard, chests rising and falling like you’ve just run for your lives.

Neither of you speaks.

The quiet between you hums, charged and heavy, every inch of space that used to exist now filled with something fragile and real.

“I thought I lost you,” he says, voice barely more than a breath. Like it costs him something to admit it out loud. Like it’s the most honest thing he’s said in years.

You press your palm to his chest, right over the thud of his heart.

“You didn’t,” you whisper. “You found me.”

His eyes flutter shut. His hand comes up and wraps around your wrist, holding it there. Holding you there. His grip isn’t tight, but there’s something desperate in it. Like if he lets go, you might slip through his fingers all over again.

Then—

“Arthur!”

Dutch's voice cuts through the night sharp and loud, calling him from across camp.

It shatters the moment like glass hitting stone.

Arthur blinks, flinching like someone slapped him. His head lifts. The air between you turns colder, thinner. His hand falls from your face, reluctant.

And just like that, it’s gone. The moment—the kiss—the closeness. Gone like smoke caught in a breeze.

He stands up too fast, like putting distance between you might dull the ache settling in his chest. He clears his throat, avoids your eyes. But then—

Then he pauses.

His gaze drops back to you.

And his hand reaches out one more time—soft, hesitant. He tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear, slow and careful, like it’s the only thing he’s allowed to do. His fingers linger just a second too long against your cheek. Like he doesn’t want to let go.

“Get some rest, alright?” His voice is rough again. Lower. “I’ll bring you somethin’ warm to eat.”

He doesn’t wait for you to answer.

He turns and walks away, the weight of everything unsaid trailing behind him like a shadow.

And you’re left there, lips still tingling, heart aching, hand still curled over the echo of his heartbeat.

The spell breaks.

The moment dissolves like mist under morning sun.

But the feeling doesn’t.

It stays.

[sturnsblogs]

some idea for frat boy Chris au

•either reader or chris getting a partner as a "rebound" and end up cheating w each other.

•they went to a party got drunk maybe one of them got in a fight or walked in on with someone else and ended up leaving tg? (not sure that makes sense)

•maybe adding more tension with Nathan? Or even readers best friend..

BABY PLEASE

Fratboy!Chris X Toxic!Fwb!Reader

—

Nathan has ALWAYS had a thing for you.

Even when you treated him like a backup plan, he couldn’t help but want you.

So as soon as he found out you and Chris weren’t doing your thing anymore, he immediately slid up on your story.

Nathan:

you look really pretty.

Nathan:

i mean you always do, but that pic?

you looked…different. good different. soft.

Nathan:

sorry if that’s too much, i just had to say something

You:

no it’s not too much

it’s sweet

thank you

Nathan:

i’ve kinda been waiting to say something

just didn’t feel like my place before, you know?

You:

and now it is?

Nathan:

only if you want it to be

i’m not trying to push anything

but yeah…

i’ve always seen you. like really seen you.

You:

why didn’t you ever say anything before?

Nathan:

because he got to you first.

and you always looked at him like there was nobody else in the room

even when he didn’t deserve it.

Nathan:

i didn’t wanna be the guy waiting around

but i kinda was anyway

so here i am.

Nathan:

i don’t expect anything

just figured it was my turn to be honest.

You:

you’re kinda smooth, nate

has anyone ever told you that?

You:

because if they haven’t… they should

You:

also

i don’t think you’ve ever made me smile this hard through a screen before

You:

i always knew you were sweet

but this?

you’re being dangerous

Nathan:

dangerous huh?

should i stop?

You:

mm…

no

i kinda like it

You:

but just so you know

you’re not allowed to make me fall for you on a tuesday night over texts

that’s not fair

Nathan:

no promises

i’ve been waiting too long not to try

Nathan:

sooo…

how would you feel about hanging out sometime?

like a real hangout. just us.

could be a date. could be whatever you want it to be

Nathan:

i just wanna see you

no pressure, just… you and me

You:

hmm

depends…

Nathan:

on?

You:

are you planning on making me smile in person too?

because if so…

i might say yes

Nathan:

only if you promise to smile for me

deal?

You:

deal.

i’m free friday. pick me up at 7?

Nathan:

say less

friday at 7

and don’t think i won’t show up looking fine just to impress you

You:

i’d be disappointed if you didn’t

It was late—around midnight—when your phone started buzzing non-stop. One message. Then two. Then three. By the time you checked, you had over ten new messages. All from Chris.

Chris:

wow

u really said yes to him?

that’s funny as fuck

Chris:

you couldn’t wait like two seconds before throwing yourself at someone else?

Chris:

you’re such a fucking slut it’s crazy

Chris:

he told me

you couldn’t even pretend to give a fuck huh?

Chris:

hope he fucks you better than i did

Chris:

actually nah

you probably don’t even care

you’d take anything that gives you attention

Chris:

you’re really out here embarrassing yourself

congrats

Your fingers hovered over your screen for a minute. Your heart was pounding. That familiar sting in your chest hit hard. But you weren’t about to let him get away with this.

You:

are you serious right now?

You:

you told me to be your friend, chris.

this is what friends do now? blow up my phone & slut shame me for moving on?

You:

nathan showed me respect. something you couldn’t even spell.

You:

you don’t get to do this.

not anymore.

Chris:

i was just mad

fuck

i didn’t mean all that

You:

no. you did.

and it’s fine. now i know where we stand.

You:

don’t text me again.

Chris:

please baby i’m sorry

i didn’t mean it i swear

Chris:

i was drunk

i was pissed

i just—i freaked out

Chris:

the thought of you with him made me lose it

Chris:

you know how i get

you know me

Chris:

please don’t shut me out

i can’t take it

Chris:

i fucked up, i know i did

but i didn’t mean that shit

not really

Chris:

you know you’re not like that

i was just hurting

Chris:

i’m hurting now

please talk to me

Chris:

i miss you so much

i don’t even sleep anymore

it’s just you in my head

Chris:

just tell me you hate me or something

anything

just don’t leave it like this

—

A/N- THANK YOU FOR THE IDEAS ANGEL. ALSO do you guys prefer mean chris or nicer chris

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[borderlandbabe]

hhey if u taking request, I just read 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐎𝐔𝐀𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐁𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇 and were wondering if you could do the same with the AIB boys

𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐈𝐁 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐒 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐁𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇

Ryohei Arisu

He finds out when you casually pay for both your meals—with a metal card that makes the waiter bow.

Arisu blinks. “Wait. That’s not just a credit card, is it?”

You just smirk. “Nope.”

He’s lowkey shook but not because you’re rich—because you never acted like it.

“You could’ve told me you were a secret heiress, you know.”

Then he laughs and pulls you close. “But I gotta admit… you being rich just makes you hotter.”

Daikichi Karube

Karube finds out when you pull up in a custom sports car and casually say, “My fourth favorite.”

He stops mid-beer sip. “What do you mean fourth?”

You hand him the keys. “Wanna drive it?”

He’s into it.

“Damn, babe. You mean I’ve been dating a billionaire baddie this whole time?”

He’s proud, too. “You being rich? Just means I gotta work harder to deserve you.”

Chota Segawa

Chota is gobsmacked.You tell him you own a company,and he just stares.

“You’re what?! A CEO?!”

He panics like he’s underdressed just talking to you. “Do I need a suit? Should I bow?!”

You laugh and kiss his forehead.

He eventually calms down and gets so soft about it.

“I don’t care how rich you are… you’re still my angel. And I’d love you even if we lived in a cardboard box.”

Tatta Kōdai

He’s incredibly humble and down-to-earth, so when he finds out, he’s overwhelmed.

“You’re… rich? Like really rich?”

You nod, and he gets so flustered. “Why… why are you with someone like me?"

You hug him and say, “Because I don’t care about money—I care about you.”

He tears up. “I’ll never let anyone treat you like a wallet. You’re my love, not a checkbook.”

Oki Yaba

Yaba smirks the moment he finds out. “So that’s why you smell like success.”

He loves a powerful woman, especially one that can outbid countries on rare art.

“Damn. All this time I thought I was the dangerous one.”

He definitely starts plotting how to protect you from gold diggers and snakes.

“You’re rich, hot, and mine. The world should be afraid.”

Sunato Banda

He stares silently when he finds out. Just one long look.

“…Interesting.”

Doesn’t flinch, doesn’t praise, doesn’t insult. Just tucks that info into his mental arsenal.

“I’ll guard you like a vault,” he finally says. “Rich or not, you’re mine. And no one touches what’s mine.”

Then walks off like a shadow—already planning who to eliminate for looking at you wrong.

Kyuma Ginji

Kyuma finds out and grins."Well damn, sugar mama. That explains the private concert tickets.”

He jokes, but deep down he’s impressed.

“You could’ve told me I was dating royalty. I’d have worn silk.”

He doesn’t care that you’re rich—he loves that you still dance barefoot in the rain.

“Money or not, I fell for your heart. The cash just makes our adventures sexier.”

Kuzuryu Keiichi

Kuzuryu doesn’t react much. You tell him, and he just nods.

“I suspected.”

You blink. “What?”

“Your shoes cost more than my law school.”

He respects your status but never treats you differently. “If anything, it makes sense. You carry yourself like someone born to lead.”

But he does subtly get more protective. Especially with people who might want to use you.

Takeru Danma (Hatter)

Hatter lives for drama. When you casually mention your family owns islands, he gasps theatrically.

“You’re a goddess! A queen! A deity among mortals!”

He throws himself on the couch like you just gave him a heart attack.

“Babe. Why didn’t you tell me? We could’ve taken your yacht to Venus!"

But truthfully? He’s madly in love with you—not the money. He just thinks the fantasy of it all is fabulous.

Niragi Suguru

Niragi hears it and just grins.

“So you’re loaded, huh? That’s hot.”

He’s impressed. Not because of the wealth, but because you never needed him—you chose him.

“You’ve got the world in your hands… and still picked a monster like me. I’m honored, babe.”

Also, he lowkey fantasizes about wrecking your mansion in very... unholy ways.

Aguni Morizono

Aguni takes it seriously. When he finds out, he goes quiet for a bit.

“You’re rich? As in target-rich?"

You nod. He steps into protection mode immediately.

“We’ll need better security. I don’t trust people.”

But he also gets soft.

“You’re strong. You’ve built an empire. And I’ll make damn sure no one tears it down.”

Takatora Samura (Last Boss)

You tell him you're rich and he doesn’t even blink.

“Of course you are. You have queen energy.”

He starts referring to you as “The Empress”and offers to be your royal bodyguard, advisor, and executioner.

He also paints dramatic, gothic portraits of you in fur and gold.

“You belong on a throne. And I’ll build it in blood if I have to.”

Shuntarō Chishiya

Chishiya gives you a long, unreadable stare.

“You’re rich? Huh.”

He’s calm, cool, and maybe a little smug.

“I always knew you were above average.”

He doesn’t care about the money at all. He loves how smart and powerful you are.

But he does smirk more often. “So… wanna buy a private island and name it after me?”

[satari-raine]

The contrast in the fear of feeling forgotten while being burdened by the weight of so many knowing who you are and what you have to give, it just made me think of the following:

"I won't be forgotten. I don't want anyone to talk about me in the past tense!"

It's a (paraphrased) line from a Final Fantasy game, one that I hold dear. Not too sure as of now where I might go with this, if anyone even wants to read, but again I feel okay saying that I'm glad we're getting music and thoughts and emotion and concepts from behind the mask, without much metaphor. It feels like an exercise in trust that maybe we don't deserve, but still have the chance to bask in if we treat it with respect.

Also, that tape recorder noise. It's so nice.

[luckycharming]

Not trying to be messy or bitchy on main, but why don't y'all review fanfics anymore? Why don't y'all comment on the stories y'all have read and liked? Like, deadass, as a writer/creator myself, if I slave away and put my whole ass pussy into creating and crafting these really good stories, and nobody reviews them, what's my incentive to keep creating?

And I've heard it be said thousands of times that you should do it for fun! You should do it because blah blah blah! And I get it! I really! It's not good to create solely because of x, y, and z and that's valid, but! I'm also doing this shit for free. Like, fanfic authors bust their asses writing for free. This is a free consumption, and I'm just saying, if you like or love the stories written, why can't y'all let it be known? Why can't y'all comment and review it? It literally doesn't take even a third of the effort it took the writers themselves to write the damn shit.

I remember when I first got into fanfiction and I was in awe, okay? There were so many wonderful stories and authors and you bet your right testicle I made sure I left reviews. Hell, I would even PM them and let them know that hey, I really loved that fic you wrote! This is what it meant to me and thank you so much for not only writing it, but being brave enough to share it with the world because regardless of the ship/fandom/etc., that takes guts!

And y'all won't even do the bare minimum. And then have the nerve to wonder why the quality of writing is shit or why people are leaving the fandom spaces. It makes no sense that stories that are so horribly written and out of character have hundreds, if not thousands of reviews, but the actual good shit barely has fifty, and that's me being generous.

I'm just tired of putting all this effort into shit that I'm not getting anything back from because it's not enough to love what you do. Like, why is it bad that I want people to leave long or nice comments on my work? Why is that me being greedy to want some positive engagement on my content? Or unless I write for popular ships, people won't read my shit? Which isn't bad, because if I like a ship, regardless of if it's popular or canon or so on and so forth, I'm gonna ship it, but still.

And not even that's a guarantee that people will read it, and I don't like don't gimmicky shit. I don't like feeling like I have to dim the quality of my work to get people to fuck with my shit, and it's not me being insecure in my writing because I'm a damn good writer. I know what I bring to the fucking table, but how are we supposed to keep the fandom spaces alive if nobody's engaging with shit anymore?

[justbookscatsandtea]

Agreed, it's weird blaming her for choosing her family when she has been conditioned all her life to please them. I only find issue with the way she goes about trying to reconcile. She doesn't really acknowledge his very valid right to be hurt and angry for the cruel way she broke up with him (of course worse from his perspective as she never answered his letters or met up with him after when we know her family meddled). But that break up was cruel as she made it sound like he is unworthy of her and the "novelty" wearing off. I think it would have been better to at least acknowledge that she was unnecessarily cruel in saying that.

Respecting his boundaries would also be a right step in that regard because if she herself knows she'll choose her family, she should respect him saying that he can't go through that heartbreak again.

The point where I really didn't like her was when she was drunk and telling him that he didn't deserve her and never fought for her. It was just so incredibly entitled to expect him to grovel when he didn't even do anything wrong. Her family treats him like dirt and they all yap about him being unworthy of her. What is he supposed to do actually? She broke up with him cruelly, never contacted him in 10 years, told him she'd make the same decision again and then expects him to enthusiastically throw himself into that relationship when he told her repeatedly that he doesn't want to get into a relationship that will just end in heartbreak again.

Like again, I understand where she is coming from. I'd never expect someone to dump their family for love especially as young as they were. But for me she just lacked some empathy for his situation and for respecting his needs and wants. As long as she can't resolve the situation with her family, nothing good can come out of that relationship and I am glad they didn't really make it happen until she grew some courage to stand up for herself at least. Like I really liked the tidbit of her telling her mother that maybe she can come on her free day tomorrow instead of this evening - i mean it didn't work out BUT she was starting to negotiate. That's already a great step to start defining her boundaries.

There was just a lack of communication in general because the whole "needing to know ml will be there" part came after she she told him he's not worth abandoning her family for ... so I think he should have the right to refuse a relationship that would be a strong emotional investment that he won't get over (again) if he can't know if he'll get anything in return.

Ehem, evidently I really enjoy this show too. 😄

Halfway through Fireworks of my Heart and I absolutely adore this show. I started watching for Yang Yang but I fell in love with the story itself, I love the fact that we get to see the story line for so many different characters rather than the usual 2-4.

One thing I really enjoy is watching the FL story play out, flashbacks of her shy self to her being outgoing and enjoying life to the shell of person we see at the beginning of the show. We’re starting to see her slowly show actual happiness being around the group while slowly letting her guard down.

Unfortunately, a lot of people don’t realize how hard that is for anyone to do who has been raised the way she has majority of her life. You see in the show the impact her upbringing has caused on her and she’s trying to break free of her family’s control but it’s not that simple.

I’ve seen so many people get mad about her personality but they keep forgetting that she has been threatened about being kicked the family since she was younger. If you spent your whole life trying to please your family and live up to their expectations, could you just turn your back on them and leave? She is petrified of losing the family she has (no matter how horrible they treat her) that she ignored her own wants/happiness her whole life. She has stated she was ready to leave everything behind but she needs to know for certain that ML will be there with her, that she’s not giving up everything for her to get nothing in return.

It feels like she is slowly learning that it’s okay to be happy while learning that she has people in her corner now that care about her. I’m really excited to see how her confidence grows through the rest of the show.

[fiona-fififi]

Call me homophobic, but I don't actually think it's great representation to stick a complex, dynamic, newly-realized bisexual character permanently with a flat, boring, underdeveloped love interest just because that was the first guy who showed interest.

[bittsandpieces]

okay so update on my very meagre dating life: went out with a guy I met at work for coffee on Sunday, right? it was nice, good conversation, we seem to match up pretty well, we kissed and it was.... fine. it was fine, there weren't any butterflies and I've had worse kisses but it wasn't exactly great. we were at this garden on a bench and kissed a bit and he asked me how I felt about "public stuff" and I was like. actually I'm super not comfortable with that personally, and he backed off on it and we moved on.

SO a couple days ago he said he wanted to see me again, I agreed, and he sends me this

now idk about you guys but this seems WILDLY presumptuous to me. inviting yourself over to my house on a second date???? where I will almost certainly have to do most of the cooking???? I don't know if I'm just overreacting but I don't like this. so I told him I wasn't comfortable with that yet and I'd rather go out somewhere. radio silence for like six hours. and then he calls me on the phone. I didn't answer, I was busy, but like. first off don't call me out of nowhere, I hate that shit, second, he didn't leave a message OR send a follow up text, until like an hour later when he just goes "did you get my call". I don't even want to get dinner any more

[gloriousburden]

i think they should make a movie where the writers actually like thor and loki

[sideprince]

Yeah and I'm happy to agree to disagree! And I also come from a culture where debate might as well be a sport so I totally get it. I think my point in going into the dichotomy wasn't so much a like, "this is ok, this isn't" statement but more to highlight that there are differences and therefore different results and outcomes and I think that matters. I mean yeah, we don't have a choice over our chronic illness, but we do have a choice in how we handle it, and that choice is where bravery lies. Anyway!

I still think (as I said in the tags) that it's not our responsibility to look up individual users and check their age or any other info about them. If you're young and want people to go easy on you, say it in the post or accept that you'll be treated on the merit of your words and nothing else. But I also think that the reason to go easy on someone young isn't because they're a minor, but because being a certain age - like 15, as OP's profile says - is an indicator of where that person is at in life. If a 30 year old had OP's take and attitude I would think they were immature and thoughtless. But for a 15 year old it's just a way of exploring ideas and their own place in the world and figuring out what they think and feel within the realm of a relatively short timespan in which to have gained life experience. Their perspective will change throughout their life, but especially in the next few years, through gaining knowledge and experience that will inevitably influence and affect them.

A 30 year old will have already had those experiences and should have gained more insight and empathy than what a post like this conveys. So I think it's important to remember that minors should be treated with respect not because they're minors and anyone over 18 has a responsibility to avoid interacting with them or challenging them in any way (I don't think they do), but because they're still figuring themselves out and should be given space and grace to do so (and if their behavior or attitude is unkind or outright shitty, like OP's was, then the difference between a 15 and a 30 year old is that the 15 year old deserves the opportunity to learn something, but the 30 year old should know better already). We don't magically turn into full fledged adults emotionally or physically on our 18th birthday just because the law says we have adult rights now.

Regulus ‘Sacrificed my life so that one day the dark lord may be weakened enough to be defeated’ black

Andromeda ‘Defied my family to marry the love of my life and had a daughter, resulting in both of them dying in the war, only for me to step up and look after my grandson’ tonks

Narcissa ‘Lied to the most dangerous man’s face just to protect my son, leading to the death of said dangerous man’ Malfoy

But sure..

Severus ‘bullied a kid because he has the girl who never loved me’s eyes’ Snape

is the bravest slytherin ever

[mistyycowoa]

Confessing my sins to the internet because my irl friends don't know my tumblr

I'm actually a horrible friend and I don't plan to change :)

I'll be a good friend to anyone I actually like and I usually don't associate with people who I don't like, but sometimes there will be an occasional lonely (usually annoying) kid that follows me around. (They're lonely for a reason.) I kinda hate people who are loud literally all the time but I can hold my tongue and this kinda person just doesn't leave because they're not being told directly to leave.

What do I do? I talk to them only when I need them, I make unnecessarily mean comments as a joke, I point out their obvious flaws that I know they have a hard time changing, and all while they still follow me around like I'm not kinda bullying them.

Sometimes I'll treat them like an actual friend when I'm in a good mood, but if I'm not, then the unfortunate victim becomes my emotional punching bag. (I have ways to quickly fix my mood and this is completely unnecessary and I could distance myself until I feel better like how I do with actual friends.) I think this is like. Breadcrumbing? Anyways yeah, toxic shit.

If any of your "friends" treat you like this, they don't see you as a friend. If they leave you doubting if they like you or not, leave you doubting if you're actually friends, they probably don't see you as a friend. (because that's the case for me :3 )

I'm a horrible human being and I don't feel nearly as bad as I should about it :)

[reverienco]

Have you thought of N getting his revenge on J for all the years he has been builled by her?

i don't think he ever would. N is a naturally very nice and forgiving person, specially so to a fault. i really don't think he holds/held a grudge against her or V for the way they've treated him prior to his meeting with uzi. the most negative we've gotten was his "J, you're sometimes kinda mean to me and I wish you weren't. Just some constructive criticism!" but even then, it was prompted by uzi and he did say "constructive criticism" lol

other than that, he has THANKED HER when she stepped on him, called him worthless and terrible and she'd kill him if company allowed it; when she LITERALLY almost kills him and never complained about her bullying in the manor. he stopped uzi from throwing (presumably) an insult towards eldritch J's appearance, was completely chill when she came back as a clone????

bottom line is, N doesn't seem like the type to hold grudges or plan revenge against anyone, even if they've actively hurt him for so long. he's always willing to give everyone even a little bit of a benefit of the doubt

[souls-heart]

MY TOP 10 FAV ANIME BLORBOS

Thanks for tagging me, @wsknbfanaccnt !! <33

If I understand correctly what "blorbos" means, it's like loving a character to the point of being obsessed with them ? (If that's not it, someone correct me...)

If that's right, it'll mostly be my character comforts !

Portgas D. Ace (One Piece)

(Yes I chose this pic on purpose ♡)

First comfort character, the first one I have a strong emotional attachment to, to the point that many years ago I had the goal of having all the fanarts of him - which I loved - as if they were pokemon cards bruh... (yes I was a dumb 10/11 yo child...)

(By the way if you ship Ace with Yamato and/or Iska, block me please. I respect that but don't want to see fanart of them. Like. No.)

Shiki (Togainu No Chi)

HE'S SO SEXY AND MAJESTIC AND SADISTIC KDKWKQBSIS

(Yes he's from a bl game and the anime is just to promote the game but still fyiiyxu)

Black hair and red eyes??? Holy universe, yes.

Yes, I have a thing for characters with black hair and red/blue/yellow eyes...

Boa Hancock (One Piece)

I love her so much !! So adorable and pure. Her love is pure in the sense that she only has romantic attraction to Luffy because he treated her normally and everything...! (How can't we not love Luffy anyway ??!)

(On the other hand, I hate the people who really mischaracterize her. Sorry, not sorry. I. Really. Hate. You.)

Majiba Kayo (Magical Girl Holy Shit)

Yes, it's a manga, it doesn't have an anime adaptation (I WISH 💔), but Kayo... my adorable Kayo... the fact that she has a complex about having small breasts makes me sad... you're so beautiful and perfect the way you are !!

You could say she's a genderbend version of Katsuki Bakugo, but she smokes as a bonus... (also love Katsuki <3)

Mahito (Jujutsu Kaisen)

He hates humans but finds them fascinating at the same time. I agree with him so much on the first point besides being creative, I find him funny, interesting and love his personnality.

(You can hate him and be decent respectful people and not insult his fans by saying we have mental problems. Especially the western fans of gOj0 and sUkUn@ who act like that. At least have the intelligence to block.)

Malleus Draconia (Twisted Wonderland)

Yes, it's a mobile game. BUT MOST IMPORTANTLY, THE ANIME IS COMING AT THE END OF THE YEAR, HEHEHEHEHE.

He's so cute, is a faery, can transform into a dragon.

(Forgot to mention that I also loved the dragon chara ! ♡)

Akashi Seijuro (KNB)

Cute-sexy strawberry pie. You deserve a lovely, calm and happy life.

He's such a seke kfosibdbs (uke + seme, jp bl vocabulary)

Nash Gold Jr (KNB)

Sexy golden pie. If only you were more present in the original work...

(The seme of the strawberry pie ⤴️)

Guido/Guideau (The witch and the beast)

(??? don't know what spelling is)

DO I REALLY HAVE TO EXPLAIN MYSELF ??? RIYFYKXKHXHK

In the manga she is so beautiful !

Benimaru Shinmon (Fire Force)

Hear me out.

Not in a sexual way ofc

But, like. Hear. Me. Out.

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Aaaand... Special mention for...

Loki (One Piece)

I'm not going to post a pic to spoil anyone, don't worry !

BUT JUST- KEKQKBDBSKS HE'S SO CUTE ???? INSIDE, HE'S ADORABLE, AAAAAH !!! ♡♡

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Thank u again Sevonnie for tagging me ! <33

I love a lot of chara so it's difficult in top 10... but it was fun !!

My Top 10 Fav Anime Blorbos (tag game!!)

Sometimes you watch a series and you’re like “that’s my little guy” and you wanna consume all the content you can for them because you love them so much. That's my definition of a blorbo. Well, these are my little guys (in no particular order) and I wanna know who your top 10 are! Tag your friends to find out their blorbos. 💜 Here are my (anime) blorbos:

Tetsuya Kuroko (Kuroko’s Basketball) (that's mah boi, if you don't think he's on my list, you must be new here)

Miko Yotsuya (Mieruko-chan) (never seen a more relatable take on what I'd do if I could see ghosts, like i love ghost whisperer the tv show but melinda does too much, i would be like miko being like "i saw NOTHING" 1000%)

Rimuru Tempest (That Time I Got Reincarnated As A Slime) (i just find rimuru so smart and clever i love, anything he/they does i'm entralled thank u to my bestie for introducing me to the series)

Yukine (Noragami) ("that's my son", i've said since I was 14)

Retsuko (Aggretsuko) (probably THE most relatable character for me ever; one of the only anime i've been able to talk to my normie mom about and have her think is funny)

Rin Okumura (Blue Exorcist) (i wuv him, one of the original blorbos i've had since I first started watching anime for sure)

Kusuo Saiki (The Disastrous Life of Saiki K) (this show holds the record for me saying "ME", since I would say it at anything and everything he did; another thank u to my bestie for putting me on to this series)

Shoko Komi (Komi Can’t Communicate) (i feel like she best represents me all throughout adolescence + high school; i think so fondly of her because I think I also want to think fondly of teenage me too)

Alibaba (Magi) ("come on, alibaba" as my bestie would say; another OG blorbo, i love a "Boy Failure" character that is also very capable what can I say)

America (Hetalia) (look I’d be lying to both you guys and myself if I didn’t put him here, he's probably Blorbo Prime, if i'm being honest)

I will tag my dears @evelhak @nikkimidorima @wsknbfanaccnt and anyone else who wants to take part!!

[capinejghafa]

One day, someone will realize Inej's dad value in her story... not today, though 😔

[ros-sauce]

They should invent a Basic Respect that the public doesn't consider Being Nice