#begging yall to either do your research
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writes historical fanfic and tags it with Period Typical Homosexuality
#shut up yumi#im not actually doing this but like#on god if i see another Edo AU tagged with#'period typical homophobia' i Will lose it#begging yall to either do your research#or not tag your AU as a specific era#just say youre writing on vibes !! you like the aesthetics !!#but if yourse setting your story in a historical period#then please Please do a minimum of research#this also goes to the one jojo fic where like#someone said smoking is bad for your health#and there was a regular (not high-tech spw) hospital#with computers#and like babe its the 1930s none of that is happening
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Pope Francis removed him for being ridiculously and virulently hateful toward the LGBT and other minority communities, going so far as to say they don't belong in the Church--the Church Pope Francis is currently endeavoring to make safer and more welcoming to these folks.
The misleading part has nothing to do with whether or not it's legal by secular standards. The misleading part is the implication that this was some sort of arbitrary and unreasonable move instead of a rogue bishop who preached hate facing consequences for his actions.
The man was a menace, and this level of disciplinary action is the least he deserves.
im fucking sobbing why did they kill him twice in a row in the community notes
#papa francesco is doing more active good than any pope in recent memory#possibly all history#he's made some mistakes#and there's a lot still wrong with the RCC#but this is not one of those things#i am openly gay and still culturally catholic#papa francesco is literally the only thing in the RCC i still claim#im sure this is/was meant as funny#but im begging yall to look into who your memeing uplifts#also texan here#and that sort of#full shade but southern baptist in priest's clothing#should be and needs to be removed#they are a HUGE problem in red states#they act like papa francesco is some alien who landed and took over#when even under pope john paul ii#the catechism recognized that queerness is not a choice#and that queerfolk are 100% good to stay in the church#we just have unrealistic expectations pushed on us#centering around a level of prescribed asceticism so extreme that it basically undermines holy orders#either that's a special and sacred choice only a few people have it in them to make#or it's no big deal and a quarter of tje earth's population can do it standing on our heads#i researched the catechism OBSESSIVELY when i was going through confirmation#because i wasn't fixing to do it if i wasn't actually permitted#but not everybody sits down and pores over that doorstop of a book with a fine toothed comb#and when priests like this tyler fuckstick get up there and push an agenda of hate so virulent it's literally heresy#a lot of their congregations assume they know what they're talking about#and go along with it#it rips families and communites apart for no fucking reason#but why let a little googling get in the way of a good pope joke
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Operation Exemies to Lovers | Cregan Stark
A/N: Now yall know i have not written and finished a fic in a hot minute so sorry if this reads a bit wonky. Yk I'm an enemies to lovers and exes to lovers girl, so why not combine them both into a modern!cregan stark fic? Also, this is dialogue heavy as that's kind of my thing, if it's not yours, welpt keep scrolling boo I aint mad!. I also fixed the inc*st family tree so you'll see that in this as well (i'll prob keep it for future modern AUs). Anyways lmk what you think and enjoy! Also, I suck at summaries so I pull quotes from my fics, sorry not sorry pookies
Summary: “So y’know those sappy novels Hel’s always reading, anyways I asked her about them and she had one where the two main characters were like totally at ends with each other but their friends were like ‘nah they should be smashing’ so we think, based on our research and our scholarly source-Helaena, we should force them to be around each other until they finally talk it out! Or well, y’know-f*ck it out”
Warnings: cussing, spelling and grammar errors (sue me!), kissing, mentions of smut/allusions to smut but no smut, arguing, Alyssane Blackwood slander (sorry girl), somewhat mean!reader, this is an AU where Aegon's not a bad guy!!!! just a clown <3, mentions of an ill parent, Baela be hitting Aegon (he earned it!), Aemond is still missing an eye sorry to the Aemond girls
Word Count: 6.4k (period I stuck to keeping it short and sweet)
Modern!Cregan Stark x Fem!Reader
“He’s staring at you again” you scoffed, rolling your eyes, doing your best to focus on highlighting the passages about the few Westerosi Civil Wars that had happened centuries ago. It was already difficult enough to focus in the crowded library, midterms were killing everyone.
It wasn’t a shock for the once quiet and almost empty library to be packed, especially with student athletes who were desperately catching up on their studies in attempts to pass all of their midterms, write endless essays, and practically beg their professors for extra credit via email.
You should’ve been able to focus on the task at hand, studying with your best friends Baela and Rhaena for your upcoming history midterm, the exam itself would focus heavily on the several majors wars that shaped westerosi society as a whole, and would even include the transition from government leadership as a monarchy into a democracy.
Hell you’d even have to describe what was once known as the ‘Iron Throne’ and its historical significance. Truthfully the large metal hunk of junk was now sitting in the King’s Landing Red Keep Memorial Museum.
Usually the library was the easiest place for the three of you to study, it wasn’t as loud as your fourth floor flat in one of the student apartment buildings off campus, it was usually pretty clean and well kept, plus every resource you could possibly need was somewhere within the large building.
However today, your usually comfortable red leather-lined chair felt stiff and was making you hot, not to mention the lack of air flow and increased temperature due to the amount of body heat on each floor, then the lights were either too bright or too dim, and all you wanted to do was slam the books shut, grab your laptop and leave.
“Let him stare.” you muttered as you tried to keep your gaze on the text in front of you, however it was getting increasingly difficult as a very specific pair of eyes were practically burning a hole into your side.
Gods, he was so obnoxious.
“I don’t think it’s healthy for you to hold onto the grudge against him, of course he totally earned it! I’m not downplaying your emotions but anytime he’s around you stiffen up like a virgin afraid of dick” your jaw dropped at Baela’s words, now staring at her, brows furrowed in shock.
“Baela! You can’t say things like that” Rhaena almost immediately swatted at her sister’s arm, shaking her head before tucking one of her loose locks behind her ear. “You really take after father sometimes.”
Baela simply shrugged, glancing back at the two tables that were usually empty, now they were filled with six of the school’s hockey players, all spread apart with a plethora of books, laptops, pens, and notepads covering the tables. That’s also not counting all of their bags laying on the floor besides their chairs.
“I get that you two broke up on not so good terms, but you should be showing him that you don’t care about him! Not that he makes you so angry you’re about to explode like a bomb in Mario Party”.
With that Baela turned her gaze back to her laptop, however at the sound of several texts chiming in at once to both Baela and Rhaena’s phones, you knew that their cousins had texted them once again. It made sense that they’d all shared a group chat, especially considering how close in age they were, and how large the Targaryen/Hightower/Velaryon family was.
Of course the first time Baela had broken down their family tree you were incredibly confused. Her mother Laena Velaryon was married to Daemon Targaryen, who happened to be the uncle to her cousins Jace, Luke, and Joffrey’s mother Rhaenyra.
Now, Rhaenyra was married to Dr. Strong (or just Harwin as he’d asked you to call him once at a family gathering you’d been invited to, to which you quickly declined as he was your Literature professor), but based on the Targaryen’s political status within Westeros, their sons took their mother’s last name, not their father.
Then comes Aegon and Aemond, now truthfully you’d met Aegon your second week of classes a few years ago when he’d caught you off guard, asked for your number, then got mad when you’d ghosted him after finding out he had a girlfriend! (Shame on him, truly). But you actually ended up being pretty good friends with the goof.
Anyways, Aegon and Aemond were the children of Rhaenyra’s best friend, and now sister-in-law Alicent Hightower who married Rhaenyra’s only brother Baelon Targaryen.
It’s also important to remember that throughout this entire family tree, which was in fact drawn out on construction paper for you, Alicent and Baelon also had two other children, Daeron and Halaena, both of them attending Sunspear University together. Then of course Rhaenyra and Dr.Strong (Harwin), have two much smaller sons, Aegon and Viserys, which was even more confusing considering you’d already met an Aegon.
Rhaena and Baela shared a look, and it was a look that worried you, so of course instead of being rational and brushing it off, you clenched your jaw as you slowly turned around, making eye contact with none other than your ex-boyfriend who’d been leaning his head against his hand and staring at you with what could only be described as a mournful lovesick expression.
You rolled your eyes, quickly turning back around before anyone else would look at you and do something that would probably piss you off.
It also didn’t help that the cousins texting Baela and Rhaena were also seated at the table with your ex boyfriend.
“Jace said that Cregan wants to talk to you but you blocked him, I don’t think you want to know what Aegon said, but it involved an eggplant emoji and a bed” you rolled your eyes, letting out a deep sigh while sitting up straight and shaking your head.
“He’s apologized a million times and has yet to tell me why he decided to go out of his way to not only break things off with me and tell me he still loved me in the same damn sentence, then go out the same night and end up on Aegon-Aegon of all people’s instagram story sucking face with that Blackwood bitch while she was on his lap.”
You let out a cynical laugh of sorts, rolling your eyes once again.
“Tell Cregan Stark that I’d rather fuck Aegon after one of his alley-way vomit sprees than ever talk to him again” however, before you could focus back on your studies, an amused laugh came from behind you before the chair next to you was pulled out, only for you to meet the gaze of Aegon Targaryen himself, a lopsided smile on his face with his brows wiggling in a playful suggestive manner.
“Well if I knew the easiest way to get you into my bed was to go drinking until I’m sick then I would’ve invited you out sooner baby” with that he leaned closer while making kissing noises, only to be met with your hand shoving his face away.
“Aeg, for the last time, she doesn’t want you like that” he feigned hurt at Rhaena, sliding back into the chair with his hand over his heart.
“You wound me dear cousin! You wound me!” then he sat up straight, now looking back at you “so I was sent over here as a trusted messenger. My boy back there, you know him quite well, if y’know what I mean-” he wiggled his eyebrows up and down again, then you shoved him “-anyways, Cregan has been like all sulky and heartbroken and he really misses you. And he doesn’t want anything to do with Alysanne! She came onto him!, so can you give him another shot?”
With that you simply shook your head, quickly packing your things up while scoffing.
“Tell your “boy back there”-” you spoke with air quotations “-that if he really gave a fuck about me, he shouldn’t have dumped me after two years for no god damn reason, then fucked that Blackwood bitch-who by the way is a fucking whore!”
Your outburst was met with the looks of many, Rhaena quickly clearing her throat watching as you packed your things away. “What she means to say is, she doesn’t want to talk to him. I think it’s too fresh still”
Aegon scoffed “it’s been four months people! Four months! The summer ended, it’s a new semester, I think she can talk to him now” he glanced around the table, eyes widening as he watched Baela grasp quite the hefty textbook while glaring at him.
“Baela don’t hit me! I’m just saying! Listen-” but before he could finish you’d already gotten up and mumbled that you’d see them at home while you walked away.
Aegon paused, watching as you walked away, blatantly checking you out for a few moments, then you’d disappeared. He then turned around and motioned for someone to come to the table, this is what led both Jace and Luke to walk across the room and now sit where you were sitting and in the last empty seat of the table.
“Listen, we’re all tired of being caught in the middle of this awkward divorce alright. So we came up with a plan!” Baela shook her head while Rhaena sighed slightly.
“No offense Aeg, but your plans are always horrible, need I remind you of Aemond’s missing eyeball?” Luke winced slightly, remembering the day he’d accidentally hit Aemond in the eye with a firewood poker when swinging it behind him.
Truthfully, Luke had no idea Aemond had entered the room when he and Aegon were ‘dueling’ one another, however he’d felt his poker hit something, and he heard Aemond’s loud scream of pain.
They’d all been kids when that happened, and to make it worse it occurred on their grandfather’s birthday when everyone had traveled to King’s Landing for a large birthday dinner/family holiday.
“She’s got a point there Aegon, but-guys-we all came up with the idea together!” Luke placed his hands on the shoulder of his cousin and his brother, smiling widely while Baela and Rhaena both shook their heads in disappointment.
“Okay, you win, but if the idea is bad, Baela’s going to smack Aegon with that textbook, so pray it’s not bad” they all nodded, Aegon scooting back slightly.
“So y’know those sappy novels Hel’s always reading, anyways I asked her about them and she had one where the two main characters were like totally at ends with each other but their friends were like ‘nah they should be smashing’ so we think, based on our research and our scholarly source-Helaena, we should force them to be around each other until they finally talk it out! Or well, y’know-fuck it out”
He paused to take a quick breath “But we can’t let them in on the plan, otherwise Cregan’s gonna be all like ‘oh my god no she hates me, the love of my life hates me I can’t torture her, blah blah blah, I’m so nice and honorable, blah blah’ and she’s gonna be like ‘fuck that, I’ll kill him for fucking that Blackwood bitch and dumping me for no god damn reason’. Also I don’t think he ever fucked Alysanne-but I did-niether here nor there though!”
Jace and Luke looked at Baela and Rhaena as if they were waiting to be yelled at by their mother, meanwhile Aegon smiled and nodded after his long winded explanation.
Rhaena spoke first “y’know honestly, your impression of her is pretty spot on.” Baela nodded her head in agreement before adding in “but if this doesn’t work, and she finds out, she’ll want to kill all of you and Cregan. I’m sure you all have realized being on her shit list isn’t exactly the best”
Jace nodded, glancing back at Cregan who was finally focusing on his statistics work with a stoic expression on his face. “Listen, if it doesn’t work and she kicks our asses that’s fine, but we at least have to try! I mean come on Rhae you told me that she cries over him still! And he’s no better. There might not be tears but he’s so long winded and mopey”
He then sighed, patting Luke on the back “I think this is our best shot. I mean c’mon they’re some of your guys' closest friends, and Winterfell over there’s my best friend that I’m not related to-oddly enough they’re pretty rare these days. They used to be so happy together! Now look at them both”
Baela sighed, nodding her head as she finally set the books in her hands down “she’s definitely not really herself anymore. Maybe if it doesn’t work, then at least they’ll both get closure from their relationship”.
Aegon smiled, nodding rapidly again “see! You guys get it!. Also don’t tell Aemond either, y’know he’s too ‘I’ve got a stick up my ass’ sometimes. We can call it operation-uh what’s the book trope that Helaena called it again-one second everyone!” he paused, grabbing his phone from his pocket before quickly calling his sister.
“Hey Hel, yeah yeah I’m good, what did you call that book again! The one where they were like forced to be around eachother then fuck it out and get married and shit?”
Several hundred miles away, Helaena was grasping her nose bridge as she let out a deep sigh, her brother truly was a character.
“Oh-okay! Got it-thanks so much Hel, love you too! Give Daeron my love and remind him to wrap it up with those Dornish baddies!” with that he hung up the phone before meeting Baela’s disgusted glare.
“You’re so gross, Aeg. And stop saying the word baddies-you sound so cringey!” he simply shrugged at her.
“Anyways, now that we’re done being rude and judgemental to our baddie eldest cousin who’s super smart, funny, and beautiful, we’ll call it operation enemies to lovers!”
Rhaena raised a brow “wouldn’t it actually be exes to lovers? Since they’re exes? I guess they might also be enemies based on the way she wants to wring his neck-and not how she used to-” with that her eyes widened as she slapped a hand over her mouth.
Jace sighed “don’t worry Rhae, we already know about the shit he let her do to him. Young love, what can I say”
Aegon nodded his head, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively once again, then he slightly elbowed Luke, who met his gaze with a laugh before they both spoke in unison “kinky innit”.
“Anyways-are we doing this or not? I’ve got a history midterm to study for and you three are interrupting it, and it’s bad enough that Aegon already made the smartest person we know leave” It was clear that Baela was losing her patience.
“Oh come on Bales! Y’know if you’re still interested I can set you up with ol Benji over there, heard he’s a freak in the she-” there it was, the book smacking him in the face “-ow Baela! Jesus! You’re just like your dad! Mean and ever so beautiful to look at” he winked.
“Gross man, she’s our cousin!” he shrugged “didn’t stop our ancestors, okay fine-fine! I didn’t mean it okay! Shit. you all are so violent. The blood of the dragon I guess”.
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Three days have passed and the TarVelTower group chat had been in constant communication about ‘operation exemies to lovers’ with the additional confused replies from those that were not present in the library that day.
They were planning a game night, it was something they’d all done in the past, inviting their other friends to come along as well for drinks and a night of utter tomfoolery. Baela and Rhaena had done everything but swear on the Old Gods themselves that Cregan wouldn’t be there, meanwhile Jace, Luke, and Aegon had to practically beg Cregan to come to Jace’s for the game night.
It was also a plus that most of them lived in the same building. Dragonstone University wasn’t that large, not compared to other schools such as Sunspear, Driftmark, or even Harrenhall-although it was rumored that Harrenhal U was in fact haunted, that’s probably what brought so many to the school in the first place.
Baela and Rhaena had to drag you out of your bed after your post-class nap and usher you into the shower, stating that you ‘stunk of outside’, which was rather rude considering your only classes today were virtual.
They’d mentioned the game night several times, and each time you asked if Cregan would be there, they’d said no, which you found a bit odd considering Jace was literally his best friend and probably closest confidant. Maybe his father had come down from Winterfell again, but you were thankful that he wouldn’t be present to ruin your mood.
All you had to do was take the elevator up two floors, so all you did was shower and throw on a pair of sweats and one of Aegon’s many discarded team sweatshirts. It had his number on it and even after washing it what felt like a million times, it still smelled like his overly strong cologne that he claimed ‘the ladies love’.
He’d also told you that maybe you were an ogre for not loving it, which of course even further solidified your friendship with the moron (lovingly).
You took time to braid your hair, knowing that you’d probably wake up hungover without a want or a need to brush it, so this was just easier. Then you’d foregone makeup, knowing you truly didn’t care how people saw you, especially not your friends.
Of course the one thing you’d always contemplated wearing sat on your desk, the thin gold chain adorned with a small charm in the shape of a howling wolf. It was as if it sat mocking you because almost everyday you’d stare at it while getting ready.
You’d worn it everyday for a year after Cregan gifted it to you. He randomly showed up at your door one day, slightly out of breath, a wide smile on his face with his disheveled hair pulled back. One hand rubbed against his short beard, while the other held a small black gift bag. He looked as if he’d run here, then was contemplating the decision to run in the first place.
Then he’d kissed you gently, a smile you rarely wore now, adorned your face then.
When you invited him in, he was quick to follow, shutting and locking your door behind him while you made your way to the small kitchen, grabbing him something to drink as he caught his breath.
Then as you spun around to hand him the drink, he held the bag out for you, practically forcing you to open it (it wasn’t forceful at all, rather when you declined opening it immediately, he didn’t hesitate to place the strings of the bag between his teeth before picking you up, then plopping you down onto the couch, soft giggles leaving your lips when he climbed right on top of you.).
You remembered him watching as you opened it, he held himself up overtop you, while you easily pulled the small jewelry box out of the packaging, then when you opened it he looked almost nervous, as if you wouldn’t like it.
But you’d kissed him, pulling him down into your lips, thanking him between rushed kisses.
You shook your head, snapping yourself out of it before grasping the necklace and shoving it into one of your desk drawers. Out of sight, out of mind, you’d tell yourself-until you’d go looking for a pen and see it again.
Rhaena’s voice knocked you out of your thoughts completely, she stood in your doorframe, her posture a little too straight, which would’ve normally thrown you off, but you couldn’t focus on that, not when you were trying to shake off the feeling of heartbreak.
“You ready? I’ve got the snacks already packed to bring up, you’ve just got to grab our blankets. Baela’s already there helping set up. Aeg said he’d give her twenty bucks if she’d actually arrive earlier than him for once” you laughed at that, shaking your head slightly.
It was no secret that Aegon and Baela were incredibly competitive, and as cousins, they had what could only be described as a sibling rivalry, always trying to one up one another when they could, and making stupid bets over random things.
You actually liked that they were all so close, when you’d befriended Rhaena, you never thought that she and her sister would come with a large family that would welcome you in with open arms.
“Yeah, just, let me-um-get my shoes, yeah my shoes. Sorry” you were mumbling and stuttering as you walked to the shoe rack beside your door, slipping your feet into your fuzzy slippers before following Rhaena to the living room, grasping the small pile of throw blankets before the both of you left your apartment. She was quick to lock the door, then you both headed upstairs.
You were still technically early when you arrived, and as you entered the apartment Aegon was handing Baela a $20 bill, while she smirked. Luke was laying on one of the couches on his phone, Jace was putting drinks in the fridge with the help of Benji who honestly looked happy to be there. Meanwhile Aemond sat reading whatever random philosophical book he’d chosen for the week, and to your surprise, Helaena was pulling what smelled like cookies out of the oven.
“Hel! You’re here!” she smiled when she saw you, placing the tray down before meeting your embrace. “Yea, I actually was visiting my parents and Aegon picked me up earlier.” you smiled at that, you enjoyed her company, even if it was a rare occurrence.
By the time everyone was settled in, around forty-five minutes had passed, and everything was nice. For the first time in a while you weren’t on edge, which was definitely noticeable, and you’d actually managed to relax into the large bean bag below you. Even if it did remind you of a certain someone.
Then, it was as if you’d summoned the asshole himself.
Jace was quick to shoot up and walk to the door, glancing at his phone nervously. Then he opened the door, nervously laughing for a few moments.
Then you spotted him. Not before Aegon, who was already tipsy, had managed to shoot up from his spot on the ground “Cregan! Glad you could make it man!”.
Baela and Rhaena watched as you let out a deep sigh, it was clear you didn’t want to ruin the night, so you simply turned to face away from the door, burying yourself further into the bean bag, covering yourself in the throw blanket as much as you could.
It’s important to mention that the bean bag happened to be big enough for two people, and for a long time, it’s where you would sit with Cregan, well technically, given his size, you’d be cuddled up together, and now, as his gaze found you ignoring him on that bean bag, the gloomy cloud that followed him around had resurfaced.’
After a few tense moments of silence, everyone commenced what they were doing.
Aegon, still standing, held up a deck of cards.
“For today’s game night we’re gonna need to partner up! Rhaena, you’re with me tonight! I need your smarticle particles!” you blinked slowly, Rhaena was usually your partner. Then you sat in silence as you watched everyone partner up.
Baela was shoved into Benji-literally shoved by Aegon.
Aemond chose Luke as he stated their team needed “balance”, which actually made a lot of sense considering Aemond was always somewhat brooding, and Luke was a ray of sunshine.
Jace glanced between Helaena and Cregan, but when Baela shot him a pointed look-missed completely by you-he chose Helaena.
Which of course left you with the one person you wanted nothing to do with.
Rhaena tried breaking the ice, watching as Cregan awkwardly sat in the armchair beside the beanbag. “It looks like our old winning team is back together!” you were the first to scoff.
“Hey! They used to cheat!” you couldn’t stop yourself from responding to Aegon “actually he waited until we broke up for that”. As you spoke, everyone’s eyes widened, meanwhile you remained in your spot, staring at your phone, mindlessly scrolling through instagram.
However, as good of a guy that Cregan Stark is, you were the only person that was ever able to bring a different side out of him. You two rarely fought, but when you did, it was almost catastrophic and usually ended in very rough sex, or a heartwarming apology after ignoring one another for a few days.
But you’d never broken up, you both took time to cool off in whatever way you needed.
Things are different now.
“For the last time, she came onto me! I’ve told you this thousands of times!” As he raised his voice, the frustration in his tone was evident, and his accent sounded thicker than usual-a key indicator that he was upset. So instead of backing down, you scoffed, now looking at him, fury evident on your features.
“Yeah because a man your fucking size was so easily overpowered by her right! She just waltzed right up to you and beat you into submission or something?! Oh fuck you Cregan!”
The two of you held eye contact, anger and frustration evident.
Aegon slowly sat down, leaning towards Jace and whispering “I think it’s working”, meanwhile Jace shook his head, having been witness to the few fights that you’d actually had with Cregan in the past.
“What would you have wanted me to do, I was shitfaced! Was I supposed to shove her to the ground and tell her to go fuck herself?!” you nodded your head at that, now sitting up, even closer to him than before. He stared down at you as you stared up at him.
“Yeah actually, that’s the best fucking idea I’d say you’ve ever had!” he scoffed.
“We weren’t even together and you hold that against me! Still!” That's what sent you over the edge.
“You fucking dumped me for no god damn reason, told me you loved me, and then went and fucked that Blackwood Bitch! The same fucking day! As if I meant nothing to you, we were together for two years Cregan! Two fucking years!”
He heard the crack in your voice, everyone did. As you stared at him, he could see the way your eyes glossed over, he knew you too well. He knew the tears were coming.
“I tried to talk to you-you didn’t wanna hear anything!” you shrugged, gathering your things as fast as you possibly could, now looking anywhere but him.
“You don’t fucking deserve to talk to me you asshole”. Then you stood up and did what you always do in these situations, you ran away and left.
He was left there in shock, staring at the door, jaw clenched while he watched you leave.
“Well that’s one way to start a game night”
“Aegon shut up!” cue the smack “Ow! Baela! Stop hitting me! Go hit Benji, he likes that shit!-ow! Seriously?! Jace and Luke, get your cousin!”
Then in unison “she’s your cousin too!”
And finally, Benji piped up “is she talking about my cousin?”
Instead of watching you waltz away, Cregan stood up, grabbing his things and mumbling his own apologies. Then he left, he knew exactly where you lived, so instead of taking the elevator, he rushed down the stairs, trying to cool off.
When he stood in front of your door, it felt like a routine, something his body was so used to. As if this was muscle memory for him.
Then he knocked, once. No response.
Twice. Nothing.
Three times-maybe third times a charm. Nothing.
He stood there, his forehead leaned against the door. Cregan Stark was not a man of regrets, hell he prided himself on actually being a good guy, he was raised to be respectful, to be kind, to be strong, Stark men were not assholes. They weren’t childish, they weren’t selfish, they were supposed to be honorable in every way.
But here he is, leaning against his ex-girlfriend’s door, still in love with her, full of regret for ever breaking things off. He hadn’t even explained himself. He wanted to-he’d tried that day, but you stormed out, tears that he’d caused flowing down your cheeks.
Then he felt the door shift, and you stood there, wrapped in the same blanket, eyes red as you stared up at him.
Gods, all he wanted to do was tell you he loved you, that he needed you, that you made him feel whole.
“I don’t have any fight left in me Cregan. It’s been months, why can’t you just leave me alone.”
“Because I love you.” you sighed, shaking your head “no you don’t. If you loved me you wouldn’t have left me.”
Sure you might’ve been being dramatic, but truthfully, you’d been heartbroken for months, following your breakup you’d lost ten pounds in two weeks. You’d never felt worse, and now, you were starting to feel alright, but it was no secret that there had been many nights full of tears, hugging a sweatshirt that you’d never washed, hoping to preserve the smell of his cologne.
“Can you just fucking listen to me for five minutes, please, I’ve been trying to talk to you for so long, just please-let me talk to you” you shrugged.
“Why?” he blinked a few times, taking a deep breath, running a hand through his hair-hair that you used to always touch, forcing him to sit between your thighs while you braid his hair, laughing when he’d complain, or when he’d do poses for you after you’d finished.
“I love you, I’ve never stopped loving you, I go to sleep at night and my dreams are filled with you, your smile, your laugh, even your fucking frowns. I love you more than I’ve ever loved anyone or anything. My heart fucking yearns for you. I can still feel the way you used to hold me, the way your breath felt against my neck, Gods, I think about you 24/7! I think about everything that I did, the way that I screwed up-I screwed us up. I love you! I’ll scream it from the fucking rooftops if that’s what you want!”
You didn’t bother wiping away your tears, instead you stepped aside, leaving room for him to come in.
“You want to talk then talk.”
Then he walked inside, and shut the door the same way he used to.
It truly was muscle memory, the way he walked to the couch and sat down in the same spot he was always in, then he waited for you.
He watched as you slowly sat next to him, still wrapped in a blanket like a sad burrito-Gods he spent too much time around Aegon. He didn’t hesitate to wipe the tears from under one of your eyes with his thumb, repeating the action on the other cheek.
“I didn’t want to break up with you. I never wanted to break up with you. My father’s-well he’s sick at home, I was going to leave, go back to Winterfell to take care of him, to take care of everyone. I just-I didn’t want you to be alone here, and I didn’t want to be your long distance boyfriend that you only ever see on fucking facetime. I just-I couldn’t do it.”
You were silent, watching as he broke slightly, his voice cracking at the mention of his father, then at the mention of you being alone.
It was no secret that Cregan and his father were close, you’d met Rickon Stark twice, and each time he’d embraced you with open arms and a warm heart.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” he shrugged.
“Because, I’m supposed to be strong, I’m supposed to know my duty to my family, I’m supposed to be there for them, and it was hard-hard to say that I had to leave you for an unknown amount of time. I didn’t want to, I didn’t want to go a day without seeing you, you make me crazy in the best way, even now, whenever I see you on campus my heart practically flies out of my chest. Seeing you at my games, you’re like a ghost haunting me.”
You slowly nodded, listening to him, watching the way he’d blink away his tears, the way his brows would furrow and jaw would clench slightly.
“My dad’s the one who told me to stay. Told me not to throw my future away, that he’d be alright, y’know he’s a fighter-always has been. Told me to get my girl back-” he let out a small chuckle, the laugh laced in sadness “-but I think she doesn’t want me back. I went back up after we split up, just for a week, and he told me I was an idiot to leave it all behind. A full ride to Uni if I kept playing hockey? The girl of my dreams? Called me a bloke before he told me that he’s okay, he’s not letting go anytime soon”
Cregan hadn’t been looking at you, he was focused on his hands, fists clenching slightly as he tried to swallow his own emotions. He hadn’t noticed the way that you’d been inching closer, not until your arms were wrapped around him, head leaning against his shoulder.
“You could’ve just told me from the beginning. I would’ve been your facetime girlfriend y’know? Would’ve figured out a way up there”
The familiarity of it all was what made him break, a small sob leaving his lips while you held him. It didn’t take long for you to shove him further into the couch and climb into his lap, the same way you used to when all you wanted to do was be as close to him as possible.
You held him, sat atop one of his thighs, arms wrapped around his shoulders while he cried into your shoulder. His arms gripping your waist, holding you against him.
This is what should’ve happened all those months ago.
“I’m sorry for being a bitch” he laughed at that, and you felt his small smile. Meanwhile you ran a hand through his hair, fingers dancing through the dark locks before slowly running against his scalp. Your other hand traced small circles against his shoulder blade, you missed this.
You missed him.
“You weren’t a bitch-I probably deserved that.” you scoffed, moving back slightly, now holding eye contact with him as you brushed his tears away. “I was a bitch, I was the biggest bitch ever.”
He smiled, shaking his head “She really did come onto me. I did push her off-” you shushed him “I know. I believe you, I just-I dunno. I was hurt, then I saw that and it just stayed with me. I figured you dumped me for someone else, someone better-” he cut you off with a kiss.
It was so gentle, so soft, so sweet. Then he pulled away “there’s no one better than you for me. I’m sorry I wasn’t honest. I just-I didn’t want to look weak and I didn’t want to leave you and-” you shushed him again, this time holding a hand against his mouth.
“Shut the fuck up Cregan Stark.” Your tone was light hearted as you shook your head “You’re not weak for having emotions, and you aren’t weak for wanting to care for those that you love. Don’t be stupid, we’ve both been stupid enough.” he nodded his head, then you slid her hand down, now caressing his face, your thumb lightly pulling on his bottom lip.
“I missed you” you smiled, a small giggle leaving your lips.
“Based on the way you stare, I could tell” he rolled his eyes “gotta commit your beauty to memory somehow” you slightly shoved his shoulder “you cornball!”
“I missed you too loverboy”
Then you kissed him again, a slow, passionate kiss full of emotions, smiles, and even a few giggles. He then slid his hands under your sweatshirt, and you quickly pulled apart, letting him take it off, leaving you in just your bralette, then his lips were on yours again.
Before anything else could happen the front door swung open, startling you both, leading to Cregan’s grip against you tightening, meanwhile Aegon and Jace both hit the floor, while Luke stood there awkwardly, Rhaena shook her head, and Baela looked as if she was being held back by Benji. Meanwhile Helaena and Aemond were nowhere to be seen.
At least until they moved closer to the doorway, both of them shaking their heads and muttering “fucking Aegon” in unison.
“I told you guys it would work! Look at them! Kissing and close!” Aegon still spoke, even from the floor while Jace was on top of him. Then Jace slowly rolled off, letting out an ‘oof’.
“Were you all eavesdropping?” Aegon blinked a few times at your question, glancing back at everyone else. Then you noticed the flush on Luke’s face and Rhaena’s awkward expression. Plus Jace was nodding his head.
“Why did the Gods make him our brother?” Aemond shook his head “I truly do not know.”
“So are you two back together now?”
You sighed, standing up and grasping Cregan’s hand, pulling him towards your bedroom.
Cregan glanced back, still laughing at the scene “yes. Now please, fuck off mate”
With that you pulled him into your room and locked the door.
“They’re all the worst” he nodded his head at you, he’d expected you to pull him into your bed, however you walked towards your desk, rummaging through the different drawers until you found something.
You glanced at him “can you help me with this”, while holding up the necklace.
“I’d be honored” you rolled your eyes, a bright smile on your face while he walked over, taking the necklace then as gently as possible, clasping it around your neck. Then he left a line of open mouthed kisses from below your right ear, to the edge of your shoulder.
“I love you” his voice was soft, a whisper, almost as if it was a secret shared between the both of you.
You smiled, spinning around, one hand now on his face, the other on the back of his neck, fingers tracing circles through his hair. “I love you too”
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Taglist:
Girl it dont exist LMAO
#cregan stark x reader#cregan stark x you#cregan stark fluff#cregan stark angst#lowkey angst???#cregan stark x y/n#cregan start fic#hotd x reader#hotd x y/n#hotd x you
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begging some of yall not to idolize deepdark and defiance how you do. i have a friend who’s actually lived through a cult’s wrath and they r mega not cool. like i know defiance is narratively AMAZING but we. shouldn’t put it on a pedestal of “oh this thing is so cool and its leaders are amazing” because ultimately it’s safer for everyone if we start recognizing that while yea defiance + deepgang are cool… theyre still a cult. and we should not be viewing them positively at all. cults are inherently models of rigorous and severe repeated abuse, and by romanticizing them you are inherently romanticizing abuse. i don’t think you’re bad for letting this happen, raz, i just think that if you have any sympathy for cult survivors you should have stopped it before now. Especially as the comic ramps up towards the inevitable climax of the cult in it doing many awful things to the main characters. I know no one here intended to romanticize it, but by treating deepdark and other leaders of this cult as silly uwu murder cult guys we are actively doing that.
thank you for listening if you did, and i hope this feedback helps us all grow.
Well, thank you for sharing your concerns, I appreciate it a lot, as well as explaining the reasons this is important to you. Nothing you said is incorrect or invalid! I do have a few other thoughts I wanna share along with this ask.
Firstly; Defiance is fictional, and more than that it's not based on any real world cult. I obviously had to do some research and take some general real-world influence, mostly because I wanted to capture the kind of personality that exists in cult leaders with Deepdark, but in the end it's a completely made-up group. I actually based their group structure much more on a mafia-like organization than a traditional religious cult. There is a sliding scale for these sorts of things in stories of course, topics that are treated with varying levels of severity based on our culture, and everyone is going to be affected by them differently based on personal experience anyways. I refer to Defiance as a "combination death cult and mafia" sort of flippantly (which is my own fault) because just calling it a "group" is sort of vague, non-descript term. But its structure and actions are way, way more dramatic and obvious than any cult that exists today, or existed previously.
With the kind of fanbase I've gathered, I would like to believe my readership is able to separate the difference between talking about real-world cults and fictional ones. No one I've seen is actually idolizing Defiance as something to genuinely be admired, outside of talking about and making up in-universe characters who do so. Deepdark is fun, and dramatic, and over-the-top, because I made him that way, so it's natural that people like him. But no one is saying that it's good to be like Deepdark, or that he's some sort of aspirational goal (I hope! If you are, we'll have words!). I do believe that in the story itself I've pretty thoroughly conveyed how cruel and malicious Defiance & its members are. In fact I've pretty intensely tried to emphasize the insidious way that cults hurt people, and the danger of charismatic leaders like Deepdark! Maybe I've failed a bit in that regard, then.
But besides all that - your points are very valuable and worth repeating, and I will be more on the lookout for anything treating Defiance's impact irreverantly, and either delete or correct it. I have a feeling people are not going to be happy with them anyways, as they continue to hurt more of our main characters.
Real-life cults are not as obvious and over-dramatic like Defiance. Many ordinary people like you and me are deeply hurt by them all the time, and any time you joke about Deepdark's murdering or silly lieutenant shenanigans, it's always important to keep in mind that there are tons of real-life people like Deepdark out there. I never wanted to come across as unsympathetic for real-world victims of cults. Making people think more deeply about the various shades of gray and subtle acts of evil that exist in our world, as well as the inherent humanity that exists in people who do terrible things regardless, are some of my goals with creating PATFW in the first place.
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YAAALLLLL THIS MAN IS SO WHIPPED FOR ME(idk for sure but u guys tell me) AND HE DOESNT EVEN KNOW ME?????
So basically some random dude called me, he doesn't know me or has even seen me or even knows my name, and idk him either. He claims that he was randomly dialing a phone number and dialed mine because he wants to be friends (friends here means dating). I already know this is completely BS so I hung up on him, but after a few more calls from him, I decided to humor him.
So I gave him a fake name and a fake age and a fake career and like I'm telling this man that I am lying for most part and he's like "but why???🥺 I've been nothing but honest to you" and I'm like boy idk u and I don't wanna know u and I don't even trust u or ever will wanna be in a relationship with you. Cause I took a brief interview and he told me that he's 28 (but he sounds like he's 32, maybe 35), his highest level of education is 12 grade and he's working as a "programmer" at a small company (I think it's a clerk job because he calls me during his tea breaks, and then in the evening).
Anyways, he's like "come on, just give me a chance. What's the worst that could happen???" And I'm like no. And somehow the convo went from him trying pursue me to me telling him to go pray to the Lord (like real religious stuff) for help with his career (because I told him that I can't settle for a man who's not smart enough, pr rich enough or handsome enough) and then it went to me telling him to read some of my favourite novels.
Yall won't believe me when I tell u that this man researched fav book (after he figured it out that i took my fake name from that book) and he's proceeded to tell me the whole summary??? And like we've talking for the past 3 days? And everh single time, he asks "do I have a chance with you?" And I give a resounding NO. But I don't stop there, no no. He asked me reason for rejection and I GAVE HIM A WHOLE ASS LIST THAT WAS BORDERLINE MEAN LIKE-
You're wayyyy less educated. I bet you're not even street smart.
You're poor.
We are not in the same city.
You're not handsome (he said he was 6 ft tall, athletic build because he wakes up to run at 5 every morning, and he said his complexion was darkish)
Told him he must have something wrong with him, either the way he talks or looks or treats other woman that no woman in real life wants to be "friends" with him.
My parents would never approve, neither would my "8 brothers", my unckes would kill him.
You get the gist, right???
But he did not give up. He's like calling me up and asking "so what did you do today? What's your fav food? Hobbies?" And I'm like sir we are not at all compatible. I even went as far to tell him "I have a very bad temper. I am very high maintenance. I don't dress modestly. I dont cook. I have a lot of male friends, etc etc" things that were lies and would piss off most people.
But he's like "and???? I'll bear your wrath. I'll maintain you."
And I'm like???? What is he upto?
Anyways, everytime he'd ask me if I'd give him a chance, I'd tell him we are absolutely not compatible, especially because of his lack of education and he's like "so a man needs to be highly educated to date you? Why? Just because you're a doctor, does that mean only doctors can date doctors??" And I said, idk about others but that's my preference. And you know what he said??
"You should've been a butcher instead of a doctor, because you're really good at butchering up my heart🥺" HAHAHAHAHHAHA WHAT IS THIS GUY???
Girl I even pretended to be mad at him at the end of day 2 call, even though I was laughing at his jokes the whole time. Like I pretended to be mad at some of the jokes he made at my expense, just so that he'd leave me alone. I TOLD HIM TO NOT CALL ME BECAUSE I WONT PICK UP and as I was hanging up, he BEGGING and saying he was sorry, that he doesn't know what exactly he said was wrong but he's sorry.
I hang up, he calls a 2 more times before stopping. And I'm like " 👍 great, that's finished."
And the next day, he called me in the afternoon, but I was dead asleep. Then he called me again today in the morning, during his tea break and I picked up for the hell of it, and he started off apologising again and I pretended to just sigh and told him to just drop it.
And he's like "Okay... so how are you? What are you doing? Oh you just finished up with a patient? Oh, so what did you think about me?" And I said "I don't think about you. And I never will. You have a better chance with someone else than with me." And he's like "but I want you. You're sweet and kind and you speak in a gentle tone-" and I'm like THIS IS NOT A GENTLE TONE???
And anyways, he was like so did you eat? I told him no, I haven't ate since yesterday (which is true because I was sleeping non stop after class) and he's like "Oh no! Please do eat, how can u treat patients if you don't eat???" And I'm like alright, I need to go cause I have a surgery to watch (I did not, I am at home). And he said okay, make sure u eat something before u drop dead.
And then he called me again in the afternoon and he was like "so what up? How are u? What are u doing?" And I said I'm at work,have a massive headache and I'm studying (which I actually was) and he's like "BROO???? YOU STILL HAVENT EATEN??? WHY?" and I'm like (get in character) "cause I'm at work. Hospital food is nasty." And he's like "then order something???" And I'm like "No, I can't leave my ward to go fetch food." And he's like "Well it's not like u have told me where you work or live or what city you are in, otherwise I would've delivered some food to you!" And I'm like "really? You would've delivered food to me during your work?" And he's like "I WOULDVE FED YOU WITH MY HANDS!" anyways the convo was short because I needed to actually study so I said bye, but not before him telling me to please eat something.
Anyways, couple of hours later, he calls me again and is like "Hey, you free? I'm gonna get off work soon." And I was like yeah, and we started talking again and the convi revolved mostly around him trying to make me reveal some stuff about myself, I told him no. He's like "that's not fair. I tell u everything true about me." I said that's your choice, idk u. And he was like "u home yet? Did u eat something?" And i was like yeah, i had a cup of coffee at work, now im studyung again and he like loses his mond more "WHY HAVENT YOU EATEN? YOU WILL DIE?" and im like no, im too tired to eat and hes like "is it because youre at mad at me? Or at soemone else? Cause why else would u be skipping meals? Did someone say somwthing to you?" And i was like "no. I do have bad temper though, so if you were to piss me off, i would turn quiet and not talk to you for days" AND GUESS WHAT HE SAID????
"No, not the silent treatment. You can argue, you can yell at me, anything, just don't stop talking." And I'm like DUDEE???????
And then suddenly i remembered I should make him reveal how he got my number because it certainly can't be a coincidence THAT SOMEONE ELSE BEFORE HIM ALSO DIALED MY NUMBER (he was looking for another girl he was stalking but did not belive me when I said I'm not her. Maybe he did, but then he said okay then who are u cause I like u too. I blocked him lol). And I was like, he's gonna keep up with initial lie "i randomly dialed ur number" so I was like I'm gonna ask where he is from, like what city. And he was like "I'm not telling u because u don't tell me where u are from. So its not fair." Which is true but I needed him to answer. So I was like "Alright well, I gotta go." in a dismissive tone which he picked up on. Cause the next second he went on "Hey, hey. Are you mad at me? Look, I'm sorry. But just- please eat something. I gotta get back to work. You'll eat something right?"
And I said "ill eat when u tell me where you live."(like the city, not the whole address)
And he's like "aw come on, don't do that. That's blackmail-"
Me: "Okay, well goodbye."
Him: "no! NO GOOD BYE- I promise I'll tell u everything IF YOU promise to eat and tell me where you're from."
Me: I'm not gonna tell u where I'm from
Him: is that fair?
Me: no. You're right, it's not fair. So, you should go look for someone who will be fair with you. Bye.
Him: wait, wait- don't hang up!
I hang up. He calls again, I don't pick up. The second time he calls, I pick up (cause I'm putting him on the spot and he needs to break under pressure)
Me: yes?
Him: look, I promise I'll tell u everything on the next call if you promise to eat now.
Me: ill eat after u tell me.
Him: look, you're punishing me but this is harming you too! You should eat something. You haven't had anything since morning-
Me: okay, I have to get back to studying. You go back to your important work. Bye.
I hang up again. He calls, i pick up.
Me: yes?
Him: stop hanging up on me! Just- just promise that you'll eat something. I swear I'll tell u everything, all of your questions. I don't wanna lie to you.
Me: tell me now. And don't lie, God is watching.
Him: I know God is watching. But I tell you later-
Me: okay, you need to go back to your work-
Him: I DONT! I LEFT THE OFFICE TO TALK TO YOU. I GOT LIKE 20-25 MINUTES TO TALK TO YOU-
Me: then answer my question.
Him: girl just listen to me-
Me: goodbye then. I actually need to study and pray. Have fun at work.
I hang up.
Now he's gonna call again when he returns from work. Now what do u guys think is going on with this Wattpad character? Is he trying to scam me out of money?
Also, just to be clear before anyone of u cause me of leading him on, I specifically told him and tell him on every call that him and I are never gonna happen and that he should stop wasting his time. He's the one who always calls.
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not the transphobia...
#shonen please stop putting trans characters in your series...#one piece already traumatized me for life with this#sorachi either do some actual research or dont put queer people in your story#i beg of yall#gintama
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obey me with a teen cosplayer MC
MC is gender-neutral like always unless i get a request. also my bad for not posting anything for a while
Lucifer
Is used to all of it because of Levi
was not used to some of the gross comments you sometimes get because of it
if it was a demon, no one heard from them again. if it was a human, he had someone make their life miserable
Doesnt care when you go out in public in cosplay. He did have to get used to you doing it with Diavolo around tho
You have gotten him to cosplay on rare occasions. Even then he only uses his natural hair and minimal makeup
Secretly loved when he cosplayed as jumin han
Mammon
Like the rest of his brothers, was no newbie to what cosplay is
gives you an easier time since your a kid (and he's favorite but shhhh don't tell goldie /j)
Gets you some gigs at his modeling company
When he sees how much he can make he starts doing photoshoots with you
when he hears how creepy some guys are at cons he becomes a bodyguard every time you go. 5$ to even get near and 20$ for a picture. he still needs to make money yall
uses that money to buy things at cons immedietly
after LOTS of convincing from the both of them, you've gotten levi and mammon to do trio cosplays
Levi
(pretend when you two met you were in cosplay)
Freaks out
He follows you on the human version of demontok
he doesn't post there so when you convince him to he blows up
Has you in all of his videos
Makes the costumes so you look just like the character
Unless you have your own design in mind... then he starts drafting the outfit
literally so supportive no matter if you look canon or not. feral cosplayer? omg yes hell do it with you a few times
Like the others, no gross comments are accepted and has had some peoples accounts deleted over it
I could write so much more and I just might he would have so much fun with a cosplayer MC
Satan
Doesnt really say much about it
does ask to see some of your videos/pictures
watches as you get into cosplay and makes videos, sometimes messes up you're videos and gives funny bloopers
your followers love him, I mean, he's a pretty blonde boy how can you not
only cosplays on certain conditions, like a follower goal in a week or a video that blows up
when he does he normally uses natural hair but isn't opposed to wearing wigs
researches the characters you cosplay so he can understand them fully
Asmo
One word: makeup
if your a baby cosplayer and need help, go to him
if you arent or like how you do it, teach him how to your style
cosplays with you all the time, almost as much as levi
his followers were surprised with the cosplay content but ate it up
gained so many new followers on his first video
always makes POVS and goes live
takes you shopping for cosplay supplies almost every weekend, please don't ask where the money comes from
Beel
Kinda no opinion tbh
like he thinks its cool but he's not that interested
please beg him to cosplay ban, it'll be good for the econimy
if you succeed, people will love you forever
he does ask a few questions about what your doing sometimes like makeup or the character
Lucifer sends him with you during big conventions
either people avoid you because of him or a flock of people are around there's no in between
sometimes follows from a distance so you aren't crowed
Belphie
didn't even know until he went to sleep in your bd while you were filming
"so... you're like levi."
Literally goes to sleep after
has not and will not cosplay because of the effort needed
"this is why I hate humans." he says after seeing comments or hearing some things people say to you
Also pls tell me if u want me to do the rest cast. i plan on doing it eventually but if u rlly like it ill do it sooner. and b4 requesting remember that 1. I'm a child and 2. i don't write romantic stuff for characters over 18 and men. (and obvi no nsfw stuff but that shld be a obvious thing)
#obey me mammon#obey me#obey me levi#obey me satan#obey me lucifer#obey me belphegor#obey me asmo#obey me beelzebub#obey me shall we date#obey me belphie#omswd mc#obey me headcanons#obey me teen mc#obey me mc#teen mc
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Was encouraged to show snippets, so here we go! (Feel free to mention if you're excited for any certain one,,, helps my indecisiveness). We'll start with one snippet and then throw the rest under a cut, yeah?
Arthur/Mc/Isaac: Finished! Named 'Midnight Impulses'
This was certainly a type of predicament, that was true. Admittedly, Arthur should have made it clear that he was in the library at the first soft sigh that left her lips. But to be fair, when he had initially peeked around the corner, it looked as though Isaac was stealing a quick motivating peck in the middle of his own research.
It wasn’t until he found the blasted reference book he had been looking for that he noticed the gentle noises of lips smacking together turned into a low growl, a quiet gasp as the sound of something ripping sounded out. And now, as he couldn’t help his curious glance turning into a lingering stare, he was watching Isaac tug a delicate, pink pair of panties down her thighs. A pair that, he noted, had been ripped from one side, allowing it to effortlessly pool around her ankle as he heard the familiar sounds of a belt becoming undone.
Theo/Arthur: (A lil drafty...)
"Is that what you want?"
Arthur groans with a sly smirk, locking his legs around Theo's waist.
"Mmh, don't make me beg, Theo, I'm not sure either of us could take it."
Cocky as ever. That smug look despite the flush on his cheeks, despite the way his bangs are ruffled and damp with sweat; Theo steels himself, his grip tight as leans over him, nipping his neck, marking where his collar can't reach. Arthur groans, back arching and digs his heels into Theo's ass, urging, silently asking for more.
"Don't blame me if you can't walk tomorrow."
Arthur/Mc:
The only light on was the lamp by the bed, perfect height for him to comfortably read with. The warm glow helped ease your nerves, especially as it made Arthur look more… mature. Relaxing. It was almost hard to believe this was the same man that constantly, lovingly, teased all the residents. Or that this was the same man that joked time after time about whisking you away from here, to a home just for the two of you.
For a moment, his gaze dipped away from the book, meeting yours, making your heart speed up again at being caught ogling. But he just smiled, quietly shutting his book.
"You look like you're ready to fall asleep, luv."
Isaac/Mc/Arthur:
“Y-You want me to what?”
He couldn’t believe such a question was coming from her lips, and he was near tempted to turn his disbelief onto Arthur with the assumption that it was his idea, foisted upon her. But the accusation died in his throat as his cheeks burned, watching her own heat up from sheepishness.
Should he have known better? Earlier today, she had asked to speak with him privately when he had the time. Isaac had honestly thought she was going to ask his help with finding a holiday gift for Arthur, not help with… an itch between them.
Isaac turned his gaze back towards his journal, unable to take Arthur’s grin any longer. “I thought y-you were both above such jokes.”
Isaac Abcs (sfw): Finished! 'Isaac fluff ABCs'
S = Secrets (how open are they with you?)
It takes a while for Isaac to open up past the vampire and anxious parts of his life. He's so concerned over making sure you can see him as someone you can depend on, someone reliable, that he's terrified of ruining your image of him.
So it starts off small. Admitting when he's nervous more often than he used to. Muttering in your hair about how he had a rough day, due to stressing at the university. Squeezing your hand tight and anxiously telling you how all that time alone made him scared of intimacy, despite how much he craved it.
It takes so long for him to admit these things, but he's always so thankful you're quick to reassure him (especially if it involves a kiss or two)
Well! How do we feel about these? In terms of if any of them you want to see more than the others (just no negativity please haha just wanting to see which ones youd guys might wanna see more not what yall never wanna see pls)
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I see these all the time and....why? why does allspice = luck? what are the historical, cultural, practical significances of the magical properties of herbs? who decided this and why (spoiler alert its usually able to be traced back to Scott Cunningham's herbal encyclopedia and he never gave any sources for these either and even says in that book that he doesn't think it was worth his time to give any sources for his claims). begging yall to do your own research and form relationships with the plants around you instead of doing spells with an herb because "someone on the internet said x is for y"
Herbal property charts 🌿
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Me being amazed by how closed minded people are under the cut
I'm not gonna lie, this is mostly at white people, so read at your own discretion
I go on tiktok and I read so many comments from white people on the videos of pocs and they're so fucking ignorant. I don't know when we stopped using our brains and started just blurting out the dumbass thoughts that come to our minds, but it's gotta stop. Social media has really allowed people to have a voice when honestly they need to just shut the fuck up. "Well I wanna know/learn" please don't. It's none of your actual fucking business, this knowledge will do absolutely nothing for you in the grand scheme of things except satisfy your craving to be included in spaces that don't concern y'all. The phrase "Well I wanna know" when talking about stuff that honestly don't concern yall has so much privilege tied to it. It's as if your ignorance is a just cause for being offensive, and the only reason you would be respectful is if you learned more about the topic. How fucked up is that? You'll only respect things that you understand.
This all came from this South Western Asian woman's tiktok of her eating rice with her hands, and the whites were going absolutely crazy about it. "Why do you do this? What's the cultural significance of eating with your hands?" because she fucking wants to, and leave it at that. Like what does it actually matter why she's eating with her hands? Like truly answer me why it matters to you, what will change in your life by understanding her culture or reasoning? Just see her eating with her hands, and keep it pushing. No need to ask other than you being curious. And yes, sometimes you can be curious and not have to seek to satisfy that curiosity—believe me it will go away once you scroll past the video. It's not up to other people to educate you on their culture, it really isn't. Fucking google it. "Do you not have utensils in your country?" Is the one that really pisses me off. Like the fact that someone could think that in the year of 2021, a person who has access to a cellular device that uploads videos on to Beyoncé's internet, does not have access to utensils. Like please take a moment to think about the shit yall say, just two seconds, I'm begging.
And its not just for that creator. Like there was this other video of a woman explaining natural birth control methods. She's not a doctor, she's just sharing what she does. The comment section was filled with "you shouldn't do this" and "you shouldn't do that" SHUT THE ACTUAL FUCK UP!!!! Like this lady is telling yall what she does, either you wanna try or not. Like people are so stupid that they cannot fathom other options besides what they do in their personal life. Like if you wanna take BC pills, go for it. If you wanna try learning to follow your menstrual cycle, then fucking do that. "But following your menstrual cycle can have flaws and higher risk of pregnancy if done incorrectly"... wow, no one has ever thought of that, thank you so much for sharing. Like idk if people have truly become so impressionable to the degree that they blindly just follow something they see someone else doing without doing their OWN research before trying it. It was a 45 second video and she spent 25 seconds on explaining the method. If you are dumb enough to just take her 25 second word for this birth control method, and put no additional thought or research into it, then you should not be having sex. Period.
I swear, people's inability to think beyond the initial thought is quite alarming, and their incessant need to voice said WRONG OPINION is even scarier. And yes, it's usually white people. I said what I said and I will not elaborate further. If you see something, and you have questions go fucking google it because I'm really tired of y'all just being uncultured and then somehow making that everyone else's problem. Other cultures exist, and not knowing how to interact and learn about those cultures in a respectful and HUMBLE way has become too much of a problem in this "Era of Wokeness". The spike in white people wanting to learn about things that aren't white is great and all, don't get me wrong, but just remember yall are not entitled to any of this information. White privilege will never cease to amaze me. The way that it just seeps out of your pores in everything that yall do. Like there is such a lack of humility, even when yall are dead wrong and ignorant. Like yall really will say the dumbest, most racist, most insensitive shit and then have the audacity to say "it's just a question, I wanna learn" as if it's the DUTY of the person you just insulted to educate you in a respectful way as to not bruise your fragile egos. Yes knowledge does help with sensitivity to others, but you know what else helps with sensitivity to others? COMMON FUCKING DECENCY. Like yall can just be nice to people and not know/understand a damn thing about them. All you need to know is they're a human being, and have the basic HUMAN RIGHT to receive respect and kindness.
Anyways, I'm on vacation and the colonizers have me heated. Lemme get off that childish app lol
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so basically, your case for why covid is worse than flu is because (you heard that) 900 ish people died from it (with it?) in your state, and it must be true coz you know people who have died from it (with it? confirmed, suspected?), and besides if anyone questions it then they don't care about people dying? and are blinded by politics? i mean, you can see how presenting it like that would make anyone unsure, right? 900 deaths from, or with? tested or suspected? sole, main, co? src, vldtn? etc
No. Because I looked at the numbers. I did the research from the medical community from numerous sources.
The only reason I threw the basic anectdotal stuff was to point out that you lot have clearly lost your ability to reason and make sense of your surroundings anymore. Because you’re so hell bent on “covid not bad”
Which you’ve further proven my point given that you missed my entire argument.
You guys just want so desperately to believe it’s not a problem. I don’t know why this is the case, given that you don’t need it to be “not bad” to still make a case against government tyranny.
Honestly I shouldn’t respond to this because it’s clear you won’t listen to reason. That’s made clear by the fact that you completely ignored my argument and decided to focus only on the anecdote.
You right wingers are just as guilty of picking your favorite “scientist” to ride with your narrative as left wingers are. That’s my point. This idea that “covid not bad” is absolute NONSENSE.
It’s also clear that almost none of you were properly taught statistics in your life and don’t understand that most statistics are manipulated and that there are often many factors to consider. I touched on that a bit. There’s more to it than “low death rate” that yall love to cling to without considering any other aspect (like how rapidly it spreads).
Look. There’s more deaths from this than the flu annually. You’re more likely to get a false negative than a false positive. Masks aren’t going to make you sick just because a Facebook article told you so (omg use common sense people. Carpenters wear mask to filter out particles. Medical staff wear masks to filter out particles. People wear face masks in winter to help breathe and stay warm in the cold air. The only way you’re gonna get sick is maybe if you use a dirty one. Use your brains!!!)
But I’m done with this. I’m not gonna argue any further cuz it’s clear you people won’t listen to reason or the basic facts. So don’t message me about it cuz I won’t respond.
But I am begging you all: do. the. research. Dotn go to the rightwing sites that tell you what you want. Don’t go to the left wing sites. Look up the numbers. Compare them. Research how testing works. How it spreads. Look it up from numerous sources and compare to help make sure you aren’t being swindled. But I am telling you, you are all guilty of buying into your own preconceived notions and seeking the “information” that keeps you on your all knowing high horse. I’m not claiming to know it all either. But from the information we do currently have, it’s not going in your favor.
Oh, and by the way, yes these people are dying from covid. And the people I know personally died from covid. But you would rather pretend that didn’t happen or that their deaths don’t matter. These are lives lost. And they and their families deserve respect and compassion. And you know what, I will say this is emotional here. You guys absolutely have lit a fire in me and I’m about to rage. Because the so called “Christian” conservatives are so hung up on being self righteous republicans that they no longer extend empathy to others or conduct themselves in a Christlike manner. So you know what, yeah, I’m absolutely heated right now.
#seriously don’t any of you try to argue with me about this cuz I won’t respond#I’ve absolutely had it with this#so many rightwingers in general lately have been as insane as the leftwing had been the past four years#between covid and the election yall have absolutely lost your minds
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holy shit if you have a problem with people writing stories with harsh topics either dont fucking read them or attack the root of the problem and get a job in mental health care since yall wanna disguise your hatred for things you cant control as wanting to help folks with specific types of trauma heal. seriously fuck off. yall are just like straights being fucked about gays marrying, or people who get sad at work telling my chronically depressed ass to do yoga and work out. im begging yall to do PROPER research on the things you spew rather than basing it on your personal experience.
also if yall dont shut up about antis and all this crap im gonna put yall in timeout. this sort of thing happens every so often on this website and theres usually a suicide or intense mob bullying. chill.
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Strike of the Dragon - Chapter I (StrikeTeam!Genji AU)
Chapters: Chapter 2, Chapter 3 (coming soon)
Characters: The Shimada Wife person, Jack Morrison, Gabriel Reyes, Ana, Genji(sorta), Hanzo(kinda?), Sojiro(dunno)
A/N: First proper fanfic yeah baby. Hope yall like it! Dunno how many chapters there’ll be, but we’ll just have to wait and see. Should also tell you that even though it’s mainly about Genji and Mercy. Both characters aren’t much or even in it, it’ll just explain how and why Genji got into the Strike Team. Enjoy!
She never got ill after giving birth to her second son. She remained awake to the open world and never fell into the darkness, but didn't go into the light either... not at that moment. They named him Genji, he seemed like a bundle of joy. His father, proud and beaming brightly at having a son. "He'll become a true helper to Hanzo," he declared as the anxious doctors watch in awe to see their leader smile, who they thought never could.
The mother stayed in the hospital to gain her strength. The father had gone to carrying on his leadership with his clan. But the eldest son came to visit his mother, who laid in her bed, gaining strength everyday. She would always be please to see him, the eldest son would always look down at Genji within his mother's arms, wrapped around in soft, white blankets and give an odd look and a tint of curiosity towards his now younger sibling. The mother would soon gain strength and eventually be taken out of hospital, on a wheelchair with her newborn son of course. She was taken back to the buildings of where she lived, with warm welcomes and stares towards the child which was held in her arms the entire time. Her husband was wearing his rare smile where the servants would whisper quietly to each other about it more than the newborn.
The mother thought she would be fine with her young son in her eyes, and her eldest son walking with her, and knowing she can watch him wait patiently for his brother to grow. But then, her husband came. He only gave a pleasant smile to her and told her that he'll be taking Hanzo away for a while. She asked why, he only replied that he'll be trained.
The mother knew this, and watched as two men came and took her eldest son, who's looks at them showed confusion and gave a worried look towards his mother, who could only watch teary eyed, knowing that it was pointless in trying to stop them. The father only gave a nod to the men who guided the eldest son out of the door and looked over to his wife, only smiled and told everything will be fine in the end. But as he left, the mother now knew it wasn't, they were going to turn her eldest son into a soulless killing machine. And then it'll be her other son too. But her eldest son was needed to become the heir of the clan, whilst the second son was dispensable, only to do dirty work for elders of the clan and do their bidden, he would be their machine to, their own little bastion unit. And he was right there, sleeping soundly in his cradle. No movement apart from his belly moving up and down, the mother looked down, tears welling up at what will happen to her sons. She quickly made a decision, she couldn't save her eldest son, but she will save her youngest.
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She had to get some help, she asked her most trusted servants, with much persistence and begging, they agreed with helping her escape with the baby she held so close to her body. It wasn't big of a plan, she would only pretend to take her young son out for some fresh air instead of the castle. Her husband approved of this with a nod and continued to do his work. She headed out of the gates for the last time and went around the corner to be collected by a red hover car, which wasn't known to the clan, and off they went, away from the place the mother called home, and away from what life could've happened...
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Whilst war was spread across the world, man fighting machine, the mother hid her son from the horrors of it, going from country to country. Running from the raging clan which servants had informed to the mother that her husband was furious and broken, and has his men hunting her and her own child down. But the mother never let this happened, she remained in houses which friends of friends gave her, she managed to stay in one for an entire year before leaving with a two-year-old son, confused on what was happening.
The son grew. There was no stopping that, and he grew with her mother's kindness and wisdom and she would smile at him whilst he played.
The war soon ended, human and omnic had finally made peace with each other. No killings will happen again and they the world hoped that they will rebuild the world once more. The mother only smiled that no omnic would come to harm her child, as grew to small boy.
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But they were still endanger by the clan she thought would protect them both. The mother thought she could never protect her child forever and they'll be caught by the clan of which was furious on her betrayal.
They were caught eventually, but not by the clan.
An organisation made by the United Nations was made so to help with the war effort between the humans and omnics, after peace came about between them, the organisation soon just became an international peace-keeping organisation where they look into research and help and protect people from danger. They were called Overwatch.
Of course, the organisation was busy with the omnic crisis and didn't have time to track down any people who had nothing to do with the omnic crisis. But afterwards, the clan saw Overwatch as a threat and tried to attack them at one of the bases, they almost succeeded, until they brought out the strike team. After this, Overwatch began to search cases on the clan, they eventually found something very interesting, that the mother had ran away with her youngest son.
Immediately, they started locating her and after a month of them searching, they found the mother in Sweden with her son behind her legs. They took her and the young son to the nearest base where two men waited were waiting for her, they took the child to another room and took the mother to another, she only sat there, whilst a man converse with another who had darker skin and scruffy beard.
At last, both men came into the interrogation room and sat down on the other side of the table.
"Hi," said the dark skinned man, "my name is Gabriel Reyes, this man next to me is Jack Morrison... commander of Overwatch."
Morrison nodded at Reyes and looked over at the mother, who just stared down at the clear white table. Morrison spoke up from the short silence. "You're Akari Shimada, once apart of the Shimada Clan and wife to the current leader of the clan, Sojiro Shimada, am I correct?"
"...Yes."
Morrison and Reyes looked at each other for a split second and returned to looking at the downcast woman. "We were hoping that could explain to us why you had runaway from your clan and going into hiding for five years?" asked Reyes, venturing carefully as possible, though Morrison thought it was more reckless than anything.
Akari sighed deeply. "I ran so to save my son."
"Don't you have another one though?" asked Morrison quickly.
"Hai."
"Was that a yes or no?"
"It was a yes."
"Why did you abandon your other son then?" asked Morrsion.
Reyes groaned, eyes almost going into the back of his head, he leaned into Morrison's ear. "Be more respectful Jack," he whispered, the dark skinned man then went properly back into his chair whilst Morrison only glared at him. They both looked back at Akari, and to their shock, she was shaking a little.
"I only got one out because I was too late to save my eldest," she said, her throat almost blocking off her sentence midway. Morrison and Reyes continued to stare, whilst Akari continued on. "My husband, he and his men took my eldest son away so they could train him, I had no say in the matter," she said, "I knew then that my youngest son would be taken away from me again, he would become much worse than my other son, he would just a soulless pawn to the clan, who'll just kill the competition. I did what I thought was right, and make sure my youngest son got out of there."
"But you couldn't stay there too," said Reyes.
Akari nodded, tears streaming down her face, whilst still shaking. "The clan would've figured out it was me and the elders would've demanded my death. I couldn't leave my son alone either, a son needs his mother."
Reyes nodded with agreement whilst Morrison just sighed, his fingers went to his temple and thought for a few seconds. "So..." said Akari, "you're going to torture me for information and then dump me into a prison... aren't you?"
"Not likely," said Morrison, shaking his head, "we have a proposition for you."
Akari looked up at the two men finally, her eyes blood red and her brow raised with confusion. Reyes decided to speak next. "We can give you protection you need for your... ex-clan to stop trying to find and kill you... and also for you stay out of prison," said Reyes, "but you'll have to give us all the information you know so we can take down the clan."
She froze for a split second, then her body relaxed a little, she stared at Reyes, then at Morrison. "What about my child?" she asked.
"He'll be trained by Overwatch, of course, he will be trained in the... ninja arts? So you don't have to worry about him being vulnerable."
"And what will happen to him afterwards?"
"Join the strike team of course!"
Morrison flinched and quickly spun his head at Reyes. Akari nodded her head and looked back at the table. Reyes, barely looking back at the commander, carried on talking. "You'll have to obviously sign some forms and be coped up on the base, but we'll allow you and your son to roam freely from the base after a few months and you both share your own headquarters at a base somewhere best suited for your son's training."
Akari nodded silently. Morrison and Reyes then got up and left the interrogation room. A woman with dark skin, black hair and a tattoo under her one of her eyes looked over to them. "I think that went well," she admitted.
"It didn't," grumbled Morrison.
"What? Why?" said Reyes, "we've got her and the kid and now we can train a boy with those dragon abilities!"
"It's not that dammit!" exclaimed Morrison, "you said he'll be on the strike team!"
"...I did?"
"Yes, you idiot!"
"Well... Jack, we aren't getting any younger, by the time the kid is ready, you'll have grey hair."
"He won't be trusted by the public!"
"Jack!"
Both men looked at the woman with the tattoo, who looked back at the commander with a stern eye. "The public won't trust him at first, we all know that, but we must let them gain trust over time," she said, "we tell the UN what we're doing and make sure this doesn't get released to the press until the boy is ready. Besides, we don't want a child be in the dark, do we?"
Jack sighed. "No Ana."
"Then that settles it then," Ana declared, "the boy will be in the strike team and that's it!"
No more was said on the matter of what position the child would be. As the mother signed the form after Morrison and Reyes' signatures were on it, as well as some of the United Nations, she felt a little eased by the whole thing, they were flown to Switzerland to the base in Zurich, where her son would get trained, and hopefully be able to control his dragon once older.
#gency#fanfic#overwatch#i swear this is a gency story#but this left a cliffhanger#i had to make the next part a separate chapter
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This past week has been an absolute whirlwind for me and I just need a place to vent. In the most beautiful and crazy way this past week has thrown me on my ass and showed me who I was. I am not here to gloat but to express how happy my heart is. To start the week off my younger sister, 13, texts me asking me if I was busy. I of course respond no to which she then responds “I’m pansexual (please don’t tell mom and dad). When I tell you that I went through every single emotion in the book I promise you I’m not lying. I always had a feeling she was apart of the lgbtqia+ family but I never wanted to label her or put her in a way. I also didn’t want to cause any tension between us because I know that can be a very challenging and confusing time for many kids. I always told myself that if either of my sisters were to come out to me, I would look them in the face and remind them how much I love them and support them so it also never mattered to me with what she identied as. Anyways, I immediately ask her to get on the phone with me, if she’s comfortable, and talk to me so she can see my genuine reaction. I knew how scared she was and how much courage this took so I didn’t want to overpower her but I also wanted her to see my face when I told her I loved and supported her. As soon as I got her on the phone I started speaking faster than my brain could speak or think of words. I was so excited and happy and proud and I just started into a huge big sister monologue about how I am so proud of her for finding the courage to tell me. I also let her know that she is supported by 1000000000% and she should never doubt that because it doesn’t make a difference to me who she loves as long as she’s leading her life with kindness and heart I know she will find someone whose perfect for her. I continued with letting her know that she will always be my little sister and I am here to protect and help and not to judge her for her choices. She kept her face in the dark but I could feel the world lifting off her shoulders and I could faintly see the huge smile on her face. She told me I was the first person she told and this is where I lost it. I immediately went into a sobbing mess and explained that I always knew this day would come because I sensed it when she was little. She of course started laughing at me and telling me that she knew she could tell me first because I wouldn’t judge or be upset with her. Throughout the rest of the phone call we got to sit and research pansexuality so she can share a piece of her with me. I also want to learn how to better support her and be a better ally to my now family. I think I will remember that moment forever. She also let me know she has a girlfriend and she needs dating advice. I won’t bore you with those details but I explained that communication is key. That even though conversations may be uncomfortable they will always need to be had so you can grow as a couple.
Fast forward a couple of days and her and I take a trip to the store because she wanted to talk. We grabbed our masks because we are safe and smart. We’re sitting and talking and she tells me she googled how to kiss her girlfriend. I asked how the girlfriend felt since our previous conversation. She said she still doesn’t want to come out and wants to take things slow. Now I million things are running through my mind. First my thirteen year old sister just told me she wants to have her first kiss and I know I should be happy but I’m sad because she’s growing up. Second, I think about consent. Third, I circle back to communication because I clearly didn’t cover that well enough last time. So I let her finish and I tell her that it sounds like she needs to ask if it would be okay to take it to that next step. I explained again that hard conversations are always worth having because then there aren’t any grey areas. That lead me into consent. She is a smart kid but I still needed to make sure to drill this into her. As a sexual assault victim, I know what it feels like to live with that guilt and grossness in a way. I explained that if she asks the hard question of “would it be okay if I kissed you” it could only go two ways. She will either say yes or no and you need to respect either answer. I told her that if she says no she does not owe you an explanation unless she’s feels comfoetable giving one. She needs to then say to her to let her know when SHE is ready to take that next step. I explained that even though she may have to wait a little bit longer that it would be more special and worth it because you’ll both be ready. I explained that when you do something against someone’s will then you are violating their most basic human right and personal space. You also don’t ever want to traumatize or ruin a relationship because you couldn’t fight your urges. She told me that she understood and she would never cross that boundary. I told her that’s the one promise if any she MUST keep to me. She told me she would and I know she does the right thing so I believe her. As we are sitting there I ask her if she wants to tell my mom and dad. Now I don’t think they will necessarily mind but my step dads family are huge trump supporters and I don’t know where he stands on the issue. I know I should know that information but honestly, I teach my sisters the necessary information with my parents consent and that’s enough for me. At least my sisters will grow to be better. I can’t beg them to change when I can just outnumber them in knowledge. Anyway, she told me she wants to wait and this is where my big sister protective wall went straight up and I immediately very serious. I looked at her and said “ no matter what they say or how they react know that I am on your side and will whatever it means to make sure you are accepted and loved the way you deserve to be. I know you are in catholic school and they preach Catholicism but understand that yaya (my nickname) doesn’t believe in god so if I have to fight like the devil against my own parents just know I will so just that. If they kick you out, you have a home with me. I will enroll you in any school or your choosing and will step up to help you succeed in your dreams. I will always and forever be an ally to you and whoever is your partner. I will protest and petition until my fingers and feet bleed if that means you get to live a better life. The life you deserve where no one judges you for you who are and a place filled with joy and love.” My sister doesn’t cry often but she looked at me with tear filled eyes and hugged me and thanked me becaus she knew she made the right decision telling me. When I tell you my entire heart burst out of my chest, I am not exaggerating. It was the most beautiful moment and I get to share it with a piece of my heart.
I know I said this week made me find myself and this is why. I found out that although I say I am an ally I actually get to be an ally to someone who needs it. I also found out that I am practicing what I preach about accepting and loving others no matter how they identify. I know this sounds like I’m tooting my own horn on my sisters expense but that’s not it at all. I owe it to her for helping me realize that when I don’t feel like I’m doing enough to make others feel included or accepted that I actually am. I need to be easier on myself and be okay with my 100% I’m giving. There will never be a greater experience then this one I am starting with my sister and I can feel that in my bones. This is my purpose yall. I have found the reason I must keep going and fighting. I am needed and my love is seen. I can’t wait to see where this journey takes us but I am so excited to see us flourish as individuals but also as sisters and best friends. If you knew anything about my backstory you would know this is groundbreaking for me and her. For once I can say I am truly happy. Thank you for reading if you did. I love you all.
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@taylortut tagged me, thanks dude!
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Dream trip: either to australia to snorkel the great barrier reef or a roadtrip to hit up the most haunted places in north america.
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It literally just says it'll use it to train the AI, not harvest images for NFTs. If I had a program that used new experimental features I would also like to use the data from that to see if the AI is working and teach it to function better.
If they're turning artwork into NFTs and stealing artwork, that's obviously fucked up, but nothing in the above sources actually backs up those claims? I am begging yall to do independent resource to shit like this if the quoted text doesn't appear to support the claim
I'm given to believe that a company is shitty with very little evidence because companies be companies, but for fuck's sake. Don't just assume because Twitter and tumblr are yelling about it that it's entirely legitimate.
With a little research I've found no actual language suggesting copyright infringement-- a LOT of sites say they have the right to use your art in promotional materials, marketing, t shirts etc or use without notification which is Hella sketchy, but don't see that here-- and no language suggesting they retain the right to use the images for NFTs. And no cases of that happening either.
If you find evidence that sketchy shit is going on, *that's great*!! I'm glad scam behavior is being brought to public knowledge, please share it. But please at least look for the evidence.
*KICKS DOWN THE FUCKING DOOR* YALL ARE NOT GONNA BELIEVE THIS SHIT LOOK
YOU CAN FUCKING. GET ACCURATE LIGHTING REFERENCE?!????!? ON ANY FUCKING SUBJECT?????????????
(FIRST GIF BEING DUMB AND NOT WANTING TO LOAD HERE GO LOOK: https://imgur.com/t4iLmR6 )
YOU CAN HAVE MULTIPLE LIGHT SOURCES WITH DIFFERENT COLORS WHAT THE FUCK
YOU CAN CONTROL AMBIENT LIGHT AND EVEN LIGHT THE GODDAMN BACKGROUND??????????
I’M NEVER SHUTTING UP ABOUT THIS I’VE WANTED A MAGIC TOOL LIKE THIS MY WHOLE LIFE AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
https://clipdrop.co/relight THIS IS THE THING GO GO GO
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