#believe them when they talk about their experiences

[alasse-irena]

I think there's an extent to which something's just getting kind of lost in communication here.

When people say "woman is a meaningless category", I think they haven't really articulated themselves clearly, but I like to give them the benefit of the doubt, because talking about gender with clarity is difficult, especially for people who don't think a lot about their personal experience of it. I would be shocked if these people are trying to say that patriarchy affects everyone in the same way regardless of gender.

It seems to me that they're more likely trying to say something to the effect of "there's not set list of traits or experiences you need to check off in order to 'be' a woman", and they're right about that. When you say "this person is a woman because she experiences xyz" (e.g. she navigates the world in this way or that way), then you open the door to "what about this person who can't relate to that, are you saying she's not a woman?" (I read a blog post by a woman the other day who found working in the tech industry welcoming and empowering. For every possible experience of womanhood, there's a woman who does not relate at all.)

When you ask someone to "defend the idea that trans women are women", people jump to the most defensible position, which is "regardless of what someone's life experience is like, if they feel that they're a woman, they're a woman". There's no single trait or experience that's universal to all women. Gender is a pattern, not a checklist.

This position is the most defensible because it closes the door on all of those "okay but what about [highly specific situation]?" type sealioning questions.

WIth regard to how to cross the epistemic chasm, it might be worth asking a slightly different question, one like, "why do you personally believe trans women are women?" or even "what do you think a woman is?"

"Trans women are actually women for real, not in a metaphorical sense, not in a "anyone can be anything" sense, but genuinely actually make more taxonomic sense to classify in the category of women than any other group you could classify them in" is a position you'll find is pretty radical even in queer spaces

[veggiesxxx]

POV: You spend time with a guy "behind their back." (Part 1/4)

(reader is NOT cheating!!)

Ft. Jealousy, Sulking (give him some love)

Rafayel

So, he trusts you implicitly. Unless persuaded otherwise. And it's pretty easy to convince him of something. Especially when he can't tell the informant that they're just overthinking something his darling did. Especially when he can't rationalise to himself. Especially when they just tell him: "Oh. Y/N? I saw her talking with some guy clad in a suit and tie. In the city." There. None of Thomas' speculations or anything. Just plain facts. That, he can never argue against.

That's how he ended up here, anyways. Pouting, sulking, refusing to speak to you as he sat crossly on his plush sofa.

"Raf? What's going on?" You asked, exasperated, for the 800th time.

"Don't act innocent. You know what you did." He stated, almost menacingly, and even you began to doubt yourself. Did you do something you were unaware of? Did you have some plans you forgot about, today? Did you make him wait? No... you were sure your calendar was empty for today.

"What did I do, please, enlighten me," you raised an eyebrow, standing in front of the sulking artist. He crossed his arms, not looking at you. He wasn't happy, you could tell.

"Where were you today?"

"...In the city? I told you, I had a day off. I went to run some errands for Tara-"

"You're still lying to me! That's why I'm mad! You were out with a guy!" He insisted, interrupting you. "All while I'm kept in the dark about your little trips. I bet he bought you flowers and booked your wedding venue too," he added, obviously exaggerating, but he didn't seem to think he was being any dramatic.

"Raf, what on Earth are you talking about?"

"You know what I'm talking about! Thomas said the guy gave you- Well I don't remember, but you were, and I quote, 'clearly interested' in him." He laid on the sofa like a dead fish, on his back. You thought he was definitely going to start floating too, if you didn't do something to stop this seemingly endless, and wordy cycle of self-destruction.

"You don't love me anymore.. fine! Go be with the bastard.. Leave this poor fishie here to dry out and die..-" he complained, putting his hand over his forehead, looking petulant, facing the sofa backrest. Suddenly, it clicked. You didn't talk to any guys today.. except for that-

"Rafayel!" You raised your voice, exasperated.

"He was an employer for Ever. He was looking for someone with experience with the N1-09 zone. He gave me an entry pass to the lab-.. NOT FLOWERS!"

Rafayel scrutinised your expression, trying to see if you were lying to him. But the genuine exasperation and growing frustration in your gaze told him to believe you or things wouldn't end well.

"..oh" He looked more bashful now, having the decency to sit back up, and clear his throat.

"heh...sorry darling."

"...Don't talk to me." You turned your head, refusing to meet his gaze now. How could he not trust you? "Hey.. no need to be rash.. Darlinggg..!" He exclaimed, alarmed, giving you 'fishie-eyes', trying to make it up to you.

"Cutie..." He hugged you from behind, pressing his chest to your back, resting his head on yours. It made you go warm. How could anyone expect you to resist going soft when he called you that?

"...asshole." you mumbled, relenting.

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈ *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧༶

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[lialovesloa]

how to assume i have been in the loa community for 3 years and i still see sooooo many people flooding bloggers' inboxes (including mine) asking how to assume, and i feel like you guys just need one straight forward answer on how to actually feel the fulfilment you desire so much. this is a snapshot of everything i have learnt in the years i have known of the law.

lets start here: the 3d is truly an illusion. a mirror that we are deceived into believing is real with no escape. but the truth is, you can detach from the 3d whenever, because you already are detached from the 3d. the 3d is literally a dead reflection of whatever you as God have created for the inner man to experience in imagination (the 4d). you aren't actually experiencing the 3d, you are experiencing your reaction to it because you think that the illusion is real. i hope i am making sense so far.

so now that we know what the 3d is, lets talk about the 4d. the 4d is real. whatever happens in your head is real. and when i say whatever happens in your head is real, i don't mean every thought you have is real. whatever you feel to be true is real, because you can only experience what you accept. for example, if you are in the state (i.e. have accepted something to be true) then you might think opposite thoughts, but you don't resonate with them (in other words you know they are not the truth). your thoughts cannot affect you if you don't accept (feel) them. they are just empty words. you can feel completely opposite to how you think. so what use is affirming "i am happy. i am healthy. i am rich" if you feel the complete opposite? it will just make you feel worse and like you are lying to yourself. so what do we do? we change how we feel!

i know this is where a lot of you guys get really tripped up. but think about it like this. everything you could ever want already exists in imagination (aka reality), and it is already yours. otherwise how else could you desire it? you must have felt it to have even desired it. if you felt some sort of fulfilment or excitement from thinking about having your desires, you wouldn't want it in the first place. why? because you want the feeling of having it; the joy, peace, excitement, satisfaction etc. so if everything is already true and already yours all at once, all you have to do is accept what you want as already yours, because it is! and i mean this literally. this is not me trying to gaslight you into believing it, and nor are you trying to convince yourself that you have it. i mean it. it is quite literally yours in reality (imagination). if you have studied the law of attraction, you might have heard the phrase tuning your frequency. and honestly that is one thing that i liked/resonated with from loattraction. like a radio, all the stations are already being sent out in radio waves, you just need to tune into the one you want to listen to. so naturally, once you know that you are choosing what radio station you are tuning into (what state you are in/what you are feeling), would it not be silly to not tune into the one you like?

this realisation made so much sense to me, and honestly helped me understand how manifestation is so effortless.

hope this helps!

love lia <3

[summertimesadnessirl]

I don't want to be stronger I want to not have to look at every goddamn experience as building character.

I want to be safe.

I don't want people to bring me their guilt and their loneliness and their stupid conceptual boxes that no living human being could fit into. I don't want them to huddle on my doorstep begging me to be their mother and their therapist and their lifecoach and their rescuer and their goddamn excuse to pretend to be a good person while doing shitty things.

I don't want anyone to interact with me unless they give me money and I don't want even those people to try to dump all their fucking negative emotions on me or suck me into their black pit of need.

OI want to be free.

I want to need no one one and for no one to need me.

I want people to see me as an inherently untrustworthy and unsafe person who will not fix everything and put things back together for them.

Because your reward for being vulnerable is being preyed on.

Your reward for being helpful is having more messes to clean.

Your reward for being comforting is that other people coat you in their misery and it's never enough.

Your reward for being caring and trustworthy and not shutting down someone's bullshit

And let's be real

Usually shallow to an insulting degree

Like shallow to the point where this person obviously thinks you are the dumbest most emotionally deprived person to ever live

Like shallow to the point that if all it took for someone to think they were that devoted to you was for you to not be actively a bitch to them for five minutes

Are you supposed to believe that?

Or does this person just hate you and want to punish you for being nice by lying to you?

It has to be that they are lying because they are normal and have everything going for them.

So you know that person thinks you are stupid and worthless and pathetic and unlovable and also gullible

Your reward for telling that person no but still letting them talk to you when they don't do that

Is just them refusing to stop trying to convince you that they love you.

Your reward for believing someone is in love with you when they might be is always total and complete loss of personal autonomy and them systematically destroying everything you love.

Your reward for not shutting this shit right down is that they think they can pull a face and say some words and make you feel bad and then you will take all the responsibility for them and do anything they want.

You become a parent or a child or a slave.

If I could surgically remove my ability to feel empathy I would.

That shit is only ever used against you.

Other people conveniently always feel really bad but never act in a way that helps you or pays you back or supports you.

It's just a way to prey on the weak.

No one ever sees you acting like you care about their displays of feelings as anything other than a sign that they don't have to act to help you or be kind to you because you are worthless.

honestly, the radicalizing event that made me ditch faux-ironic detachment is when I sent a hard-to-write sentimental message to someone I was (at the time) close with, and they sent the vomiting emoji back. it was like oh okay, that sucks. I am now of the opinion that it is 100x cooler and braver to be sappy with the people you care about.

[galactic-magick]

Rest of My Life: Viktor x Reader

Summary: Reader and Viktor have their wedding and first time together. Takes place right after my last fic Life Changes.

Words: 3.8k

Warnings: SMUT. fem!reader

Author’s Notes: Second half of this fic is smut, it starts and ends at the *** in case anyone only wants to read the first half. Reader is a virgin in this and is implied to be demisexual/somewhere on the ace spectrum, but I don’t think you have to be that necessarily to enjoy the story. I just wanted to write it from that perspective since I’m demisexual myself. I went back and forth a lot deciding if Viktor should be a virgin too, but I was convinced by the “this isn’t my bedroom” line and his freaky moves with Jayce in S2 that he probably has at least some experience. So he’s gonna talk reader through it lmao. Happy reading :)

-

Your roommates are unsurprisingly still awake when you return home, reading your face instantly.

“What happened?” Eli asks. “Are Viktor and that other guy okay?”

Your shocked expression fades into a smile and you crash on the couch with them, giggling uncontrollably.

“Everyone’s fine. They figured it out, and now Viktor is going to be a partner in the company.”

“Wow.” Chanthou says, eyebrows raised.

“Mhmm. And then he asked me to marry him. Tomorrow.”

A beat of silence.

“What?!” Eli exclaims. “He didn’t tell us he was doing it today!”

Chanthou shrugs, “Well, he did ask for our blessing months ago. He didn’t really say when.”

“He asked you guys for your blessing? That’s so sweet.”

“Of course he did. I would’ve beat his ass if he didn’t.” Eli chuckles. “Sorry, did I even say congratulations?”

“No, but it was implied,” you laugh.

-

The next twenty-four hours are a whirlwind. As much as you’ve said you don’t mind keeping things simple, your friends insist on treating you at least a little bit, helping you with your hair, makeup, and nails. You pick out something nice to wear, having a blast while they get you ready. You’re going to miss living with them dearly.

If you’re honest, they’re the main reason you haven’t suggested moving in with Viktor sooner. As much as you love him, your friends have been so near and dear to your life for years now. Leaving them—even just to a different apartment a few blocks away—feels like a stab in the chest. Especially with everything moving so fast. You’re about to be the wife of Piltover’s finest scientist, after all.

Yet, there’s no doubt in your mind that this is the right thing—long overdue truthfully. He’s everything you’ve ever wanted. You know he’ll love you how you deserve, and any fear and uncertainty about the future seems quieter when you’re around him. You love everything about him inside and out, and you can’t believe he’ll be yours.

Your roommates have made you look beautiful, enhancing all your best features and using all your best colors. You grin at your reflection.

“I should probably go find my future husband, hmm?”

-

“I know it’s short notice, but—“

“Of course I will, Viktor!” Jayce hugs him. “I will be the best best man.”

Viktor isn’t used to receiving physical affection from anyone other than you, but he’s not necessarily opposed to it. Jayce is the reason for everything that’s about to happen, everything that Hextech is going to change. Viktor has bonded with him so quickly, it only seemed natural that he would be involved in this big day.

“So um, what is a best man supposed to do?” Jayce asks.

“I’m...not sure.”

“I could write a speech?”

“No,” Viktor shakes his head and smirks. “You’ll talk too long.”

“What else is there to do then? I’ve never been to a wedding before.”

“Hm. Me neither.”

Suddenly Viktor realizes that planning a wedding in the span of a day is not, in fact, easy. He has no idea where he even wants the ceremony, or how to make it official and legal. His whims got the best of him, it seems.

“I could forge some rings?” Jayce suggests.

“Ah, yes. Good idea.” Viktor nods.

Jayce scurries away, and Viktor’s face falls to his hands. Is this too crazy? He knows nothing about weddings, and very little about marriage itself, for that matter. He knows he wants it—that much is clear—but the only example he grew up with was his parents, and they’ve been gone for quite some time.

If only he could get their advice now. They would’ve loved you, he’s sure of it.

He decides the best use of his time at the moment is to get his apartment ready, assuming you’ll want to come home with him tonight. He wants to make everything special for you, wants to make everything perfect.

He stops by some shops on his way back, buying way more than he should safely carry. He then gets to neatening up his space as best he can, covering the bed with fresh blankets and scattering flowers on the floor. He sets up some candles in your favorite scents on the tables and windowsills, nearly lighting them out of habit. He then assesses his work, making adjustments to the set up and gathering anything else he can think of. He’s not the most natural romantic, but he certainly gives his all when it comes to you.

While he’s still at home, he changes into something nicer and smooths out his hair. He doesn’t own a mirror, but it looks fine enough from his vague reflection in the window on his way back out. His only mission now is to find out how to officially marry you.

-

You and your friends run into Jayce as you’re heading towards the Academy, chuckling a bit as he swiftly hides something behind his back.

“Jayce?” you step up to him, raising your brows. “Have you seen my fiance recently?”

“Everything’s under control!” he blurts out.

“You lost him, didn’t you?”

“No! We just...don’t really know how to do a wedding. Last I saw him he said something about asking Heimerdinger to officiate. We’re going to meet back in the lab, I think.”

“Heimerdinger, huh? And what’s that behind you?”

“Nothing.” he dodges your attempts to look around him. “It’s a surprise!”

“Alright, alright. Can we come with you back to the lab?”

He nods, moving his hands quickly in front of him as he turns around to lead you.

“This is the genius inventor Viktor’s partnering with?” Eli jests.

“Viktor says he’s pretty brilliant.” you laugh.

-

Viktor manages to successfully recruit Heimerdinger to officiate, after no less than a twenty-minute reprimand of disappointment that Viktor disobeyed him. As proud as he is of Viktor’s achievements, and how impressed he is that Hextech might actually work, he’s still a bit burned that Viktor went behind his back with it. After he gets his frustrations out of his system, though, he’s quite ecstatic that Viktor is marrying you.

It’s not long before you show up with Jayce and your friends, and Viktor practically vaults himself to you on his cane, eyes scanning you adoringly.

“You’re beautiful.” he smiles, kissing your cheek. “Are you ready?”

“Of course I am.” you find comfort in his gaze, heart thundering in your chest.

Heimerdinger climbs on top of a nearby table, glancing at a pad of notes.

“Now, I haven’t done one of these in nearly a hundred years, so forgive me.” Heimerdinger clears his throat. “Viktor, my boy, do you intend to take Y/N as your wife?”

Viktor takes your hands and squeezes them, “I do.”

“And do you promise to love, honor, respect, and be faithful to her until death?”

“I do.”

Heimerdinger asks the same to you, and you feel Jayce and your friends watching you excitedly as you answer. You can’t believe this is really happening. So much has occurred in so little time, and your lives are about to change even more with the new Hextech discoveries.

You get lost in Viktor’s eyes as Heimerdinger has you both repeat a few other things, then can’t help but laugh when he starts fumbling with some papers for both of you to sign. It’s quite funny, watching such a highly respected councilor struggle with something so seemingly simple as a wedding. You and Viktor sign the marriage license as he says, exchange the beautiful customized rings Jayce made, and Heimerdinger pronounces you officially married.

Viktor doesn’t waste a moment pulling you in by the waist and crashing his lips to yours, the intensity catching you off guard. He’s not one for PDA, but you suppose his own wedding is an exception. You drink him in happily, the mini audience cheering in the background.

The celebration continues for a while afterwards, your friends breaking out some champagne and Jayce insisting on dancing. You sit on Viktor’s lap, twirling his hair absentmindedly as you watch the party surrounding you. It’s simple, just like you wanted.

Viktor’s eyes are locked on your features, studying your face as if he hasn’t already memorized it a million times. He wants you in every way possible, forever and ever until his last breath. His mind, heart, and soul are mated with yours, intertwined so intricately now that you are an inseparable part of his being. Never had he imagined he would experience a love like this.

But there’s still one way he hasn’t yet expressed his love for you, out of respect for your fears and slower attractions. You’ve verbalized your sexual anxieties from having no prior experience, and your need to have a strong comfortability and bond with someone before even considering such acts. Viktor’s never had a problem with waiting, and has made it very clear to you that there is no pressure on his part. He’s been open with you about how he had a couple experiences as a teenager before he moved to Piltover, but would gladly never do it again if that’s what you wanted. He married you for you, not your body.

Still, he aches for your touch every second of every day. He savors every kiss pressed against his lips. He’s reveled in every way you’ve allowed him to caress you, and dreams about all the ways you haven’t yet. He wants to kiss every inch of skin he hasn’t seen. Everyday he wants to bury his face where your pants dig into your soft stomach, where your top is cut dangerously close to your breasts, where your thighs rub together. The dress you’re wearing today makes the arousal impossibly worse, the way it hugs and flows around the curves he so desperately wants etched into his brain forever. He has never desired anyone in the universe more than you, and he’d be willing to wait an eternity if it meant he would one day have you every way he’s been wanting.

You’ve told him you’ll likely be ready someday soon, so is it selfish of him to hope today might be the day?

“Vik?” you say, giggling as you wave a hand in front of his face. “Losing yourself in thought already?”

“I suppose so,” he smirks, giving you a quick kiss.

“Ready to go home?”

His eyebrow raises, looking back and forth between you and then your friends who have started some sort of weird drinking game with Jayce. The celebration isn’t quite winding down yet, but it’s common for the newlyweds to leave early, right?

Viktor gently slides you off his lap, grabbing his cane and standing up.

“I’d love to.”

***

-

He had forgotten about the decorations in his apartment bedroom when you both shuffle through the door, hearing you gasp and clap a hand to your mouth.

“Viktor...this is so beautiful.”

You pick up and drop a few of the flower petals, watching them flutter to the ground. Viktor grabs some matches and starts lighting the candles, and you flop down on the bed, rubbing your limbs against the soft blankets. You inhale the scents, a perfect level of ambiance filling the space.

“Vik?”

“Hmm?” he throws away the used matches, returning to your side.

“Do you want to try it?” you look up at him, nerves starting to take over you.

He kisses your forehead, wrapping a comforting arm around you.

“Only if you’re ready, darling. We don’t have to do anything tonight if you don’t want to.”

“No, no...I’m ready. I want to. I really want to. I’ve felt it for a while now. I just...I’m terrified.”

Your lip quivers slightly, and your eyes roll at yourself. Why are you about to cry on your wedding night? This is supposed to be the happiest day of your life.

Viktor pulls you into him close, rubbing your back, “Talk to me, my love.”

“It’s so stupid...You’ve been so patient with me, you’ve never pushed me to do anything, but I can’t help but feel like I’ve been disappointing you by making you wait so long. And you’ve actually done stuff before, so you know what you’re missing I guess. What if I’m not good at it? What if we try it and it’s awful or you hate my body—or you unintentionally compare me to other people? What if you regret marrying me? Or what if it really hurts-”

“Sweetheart.” Viktor stops you. “Look at me.”

You do as he asks, still trying to hold back tears after your anxious rambling.

“How long have all those horrible thoughts been in your head?”

“Um. A long time…” you look away again, but Viktor takes your chin and turns you back to his gaze.

“Not a single one of those things are true, do you understand?” he holds your face like precious glass. “You are everything to me. Whether we have sex or not.”

“Okay.” you nod, successfully swallowing back a cry. “I...I really do want to.”

“We’ll go slow, alright? And we can stop whenever you want.” he waits for you to nod again, then lies back on the bed, pulling you on top of him. “But right now I just want you to kiss me.”

You smile, happily obliging. You straddle him, leaning down to capture his lips. He squeezes your thighs on either side of him, moaning when you deepen your kisses and run your hands down his chest. It’s so easy for him to lose himself in you, your touches overtaking his senses. He loves when you make out like this, your form pressed on top of him. He had to beg you to not hold back the first time it happened, insisting he likes your weight on him.

Viktor moves his fingers to twiddle with the hem of your dress, wanting so badly to pull it off of you. He’s never seen you fully naked, and he must admit it’s getting harder and harder to be patient when the outline of your figure looks so...majestic.

He guides your grip to his own shirt, helping you pull it off and sliding his fingers into your hair as you kiss down his neck and collarbone. To his surprise, you’ve always shown so much affection to his scrawny frame, never complaining about his sharp limbs when you cuddle or caress each other like this. He’s never understood any of your insecurities about your body, much preferring your soft and fluffy flesh over his own.

Once you’re satisfied with the amount of kisses you’ve pressed all over his torso, you cover his hands at the bottom of your dress with your own.

“You can take it off.” you tell him, taking a deep breath.

He does so, revealing nothing but your bra, his eyes bulging out of their sockets. Never has he ever wanted to see a pair of tits so badly.

It’s not difficult for you to read his mind, and before you can overthink it—you unhook it and throw it to the floor with the rest of your discarded garments.

Viktor doesn’t blush often, but you’ve never seen his cheeks get so red.

“Wow.” is all he can muster.

“You can touch them, if you want.” you chuckle at his reaction.

Permission is all he needed, his hands squeezing both of them, his thumbs brushing your nipples. A loud sigh escapes your lips, and Viktor decides right then and there that he will do anything to hear a glorious sound like that again.

Your body is a wonderfully pleasant array of textures for his hands to explore, from the raised skin of every stretch mark and scar to the dips and creases of your hips and waist. His touches roam across every inch of your exposed skin, cherishing the beauty he swears to never take for granted.

Your bare breasts press against his chest and he whines into your mouth, a pleasant tingling rushing through you at the noise. His lips then travel down your neck and shoulders, whispering “I love yous” between kisses, most coming out as mumbles against your flesh. Your replies follow suit, breathy and stringed with moans.

Somewhere in the process Viktor loses he pants, leaving both of you in nothing but your underwear. You feel his arousal hardening, and your fingers eagerly pull at his waistband.

He stops you, grabbing your wrist.

“Not yet, my love. I want to prepare you properly first.” he kisses your palm. “Let me get on top, okay?”

You nod, adjusting your positions. He places some pillows for your hips and his knees, then runs a couple fingers in one teasing stroke across your clothed entrance.

“Please,” you groan, already missing his touch when his fingers pull away. “Take them off already.”

He chuckles, leaning down to kiss you, “I’m glad you’re excited, darling.”

He obliges your request and takes off your underwear, his fingers quickly returning to your now exposed entrance. He finds your clit, stimulating it with one finger and inserting another slowly.

“Let me know what feels good and what doesn’t, okay?” he says, studying your expressions closely. Even before you say anything, he changes his movements based on your reactions to him.

“It...feels a little weird. But I like it.” you assure him. “Especially when you—“

The stimulation starts to build, and your gasps cut off your own thoughts.

“When you do that.” you finish your sentence, catching your breath as he slows down his fingers.

“I don’t know if I’ll be able to help you orgasm your first time, love. But I’ll certainly try.” Viktor continues pulsing a finger in and out of you, rubbing feather-light circles on your clit.

“It’s okay if you don’t.” you hum. “I know it takes some concentration and practice.”

“It’s a learning process—are you ready for a second?”

You nod, and he slowly enters another finger. You’re still super tense from your nerves, but it’s getting easier to relax and let the arousal take over.

“Fuck.” you exhale. “Your fingers feel good.”

A smirks stretches across his lips, and his long digits push farther into you.

“But I want more.” you continue. “I’m ready.”

“Are you sure?” he slips his fingers out, ghostly touches moving up your body. “Oh sweetheart, you’re so perfect.”

You giggle at his distraction, “Yes, Vik, I’m sure. Please.”

He could never say no to such eager eyes and pouting lips, so he slips off his boxers and readjusts himself above you.

“Holy shit, Vik.”

“Second thoughts?”

“No, just...is that really going to fit inside me?” your eyebrows raise and he laughs.

“You can take me, darling. We’ll go very slow, alright?”

You nod, and he lines himself up. He presses the tip in slowly, holding your hands as he goes further. You squeeze them tight, taking deep breaths until he stops halfway in.

“You’re doing so well, my love. How do you feel?”

“Mmm…” you sigh, trying to wrap your senses around the stretching and pressure you’re experiencing. It’s such an odd feeling, but it’s incredibly pleasurable.

“Are you ready for more?”

You nod, and he slowly pushes all the way in. He leans down to kiss you, giving you time to adjust to him. You dig your fingers into his back, closing the distance between your bodies, his cool skin sending shivers down your spine.

“I must admit,” he utters against your lips. “I will likely not last very long.”

Your foreheads press together and you giggle.

“I don’t care, Vik.”

He begins to thrust in and out gently, placing kisses and nibbles along your jaw. The sounds you make drive him crazy, making it extremely difficult for him to have any hope of holding back. The sensations are overwhelming for both of you, a symphony of moans and whines eliciting from your mouths.

You take his face in your hands, staring deep into his gorgeous golden eyes. You capture his lips once again, more passion brewing between you.

“I love you so much.” you say, breathless and full.

“I love you m—fuck, I’m—“ his orgasm washes over him, his movements losing their former smoothness. His cum floods your walls, his dick starting to soften as he pulls out. His nimble fingers return to your cunt, swirling in the juices and stimulating your clit once again.

“Vik, honey, it’s okay if I don’t finish…” your assurances fall on stubborn ears though, his touches quickly building back the pressure.

“Let me try.” he says, determined.

“Vik.” you sit up, legs still wide open around him. “We can try again tomorrow. I promise you’ve satisfied me for the night.”

You intertwine your fingers with his, admiring his flushed face and tousled hair.

“Did I make your first time special enough?” he asks, fiddling with your hands.

“Viktor, it was amazing. I couldn’t have asked for anything better.”

He smiles, wrapping his arms around you and burying his face in the crook of your neck.

“Shall we clean up, then?” he mumbles, pulling back to look at you.

“Perhaps.” you run a hand through his hair. “I did bring the soaps you always compliment the scent of…”

*** -

You use the bathroom and start a bath, filling it with the products you packed and Epsom salt. Viktor’s tub isn’t very big, but you both fit in it when he sits between your thighs. You wipe each other off and wash each other’s hair, occasionally placing kisses on wet skin.

“Can we move in the rest of your things tomorrow?” he asks.

“Probably.” you reply, rinsing the shampoo from his wavy locks. “You sure you’re ready to share your space?”

“Eh...it’s always been far too empty. I need some...flair.” he laughs.

“I can give you that.” you smile, already imagining all the ways you could decorate and bring life to the place.

After drying off and getting ready for bed, Viktor clears off the top blanket then slips under the covers with you, your limbs immediately encircling one another. He massages your back and shoulders, cuddling you close. His arms feel like home, a warmth in your heart spreading throughout your body.

“I love you so much, Viktor.” you say, looking into his eyes. “And not because of what you do for me or how you make me feel…I love you just because you’re you.”

Your fingers trace his jawline, then slither into his hair.

“I’m so lucky.”

His gaze becomes even softer, at a loss for words from the purity of your love. Nothing in any language could properly describe his own sentiments.

“I can’t wait to love you for the rest of my life.” he peppers kisses across your face, living for the way your nose scrunches. “Every.” —another kiss— “Day.”

You giggle, snuggling impossibly closer. He loves feeling your every breath, every twitch, every tiny movement.

He sighs, closing his eyes and silently thanking Janna for whatever winds brought him to you.

[revelboo]

💌

Hello 👋 new anon here! Just a Blitzwing appreciator here to tell you my thoughts 💭

How pent up is this mech? Tied between wanting to hunt the reader down, or just keeping them pinned beneath him.

The way Blitzwing reacts to the reader touching him- (GOD DAMN) I could feel the tension through the screen. He seemed almost addicted to them towards the end 🧐 (I want him to bite me)

And how he just decided “you 𝐚𝐫𝐞 coming with me.” (PLEASE-)

I have much to say- but that can wait.

Merry Christmas! 🎄

Thank you for your hard work <3 Always a treat to read your works!

Hi and thank you! Getting to this one a bit late- but he’s very pent up 🤣 constantly struggling with himself at this point.

Hello Helicopter Pt 3

Blitzwing x Reader

• Heart hammering in your chest so hard you’re wondering if you might actually have a heart attack. You draw your knees up against your body in the seat you’d found yourself in when the giant alien robot has come apart around you and reformed into some sort of aircraft. An experience you never want to repeat. Aware that you’re still naked and dirty, that his excess is currently making a mess in his seat, and that he’s humming what sounds suspiciously like Three Blind Mice. He’d called you mouse more than once, you remember. “Where are you taking me?” Voice wavering more than you like, because you’d done what he’d wanted. And sure, he’d never said he’d let you go, but you’d sort of assumed he would when he was done.

• “Home,” he says, feeling you flinch at his voice like you hadn’t really expected an answer. “You’re making a mess.” Shuddering, he can feel the wetness in his seat. Hears your sullen protest of, ‘it’s your mess.’ And then he’s cackling and seething at the same time that you’d dare talk back, wobbling in the air. Hating and loving it. “Our mess,” he adds, laughing. Remembering the desperate way he’d claimed you again and again. Lost in the feel of you and the sounds you’d made.

• Slapping a hand against the console in front of you as the aircraft shudders around you, nosing up then drifting sideways, you close your eyes. “If you don’t stop that, I’m going to be sick,” you mutter as he levels out at the threat. Home. Where is home for a giant, psychotic alien? “You can’t just keep me like a pet.” Or, more likely a toy. His own personal sex toy. Shuddering, you try to breathe through the incoming panic. Because you’re not just going to lay down and take it. Well, not again. Giving him what he’d wanted was what had gotten you into this mess in the first place.

• “I believe I can do whatever I want,” he retorts. Dares to argue with me? Comes the angry thought, the one that wants to pin you. And he’s humming again, unable to stop. Struggling to get himself together as he loses altitude, expecting the screaming this time when he transforms and catches you. “Little, tasty mouse.” Shuddering, as his personalities fight for control again, he heads into the base. By some miracle, no one’s about to see him with you. It’s not like he cares, but he’s eager to get you to his quarters. Find someplace to put you and get some space between you and himself so he can think. Frag you senseless for that attitude. A little taste of you. No. Not until he figures this obsession out.

• Dangling from his servos as he enters what you assume are his quarters, your breath catches at the chaos of the room. It looks like a wild animal has been loose inside. The walls gouged and dented. Broken furniture. Odds and ends everywhere. A tire, a pile of street signs, a very sad and possibly dead young palm tree in a planter. There’s alien glyphs all over the walls. Whatever it says, seems to be repeated over every wall. Your alien fuck buddy is definitely not okay in the head. Turning, he sets you on a flat metal surface. And rocks slightly staring down at you, face blurring as his servos flex into big fists and relax again. Not daring to move in case he pounces you thinking you’re running again, you watch as he finally settles on the calm face. The cold one.

• Staring down at you sitting on your hip on his berth, there’s an unsettled feeling that twists through him. Torn between wanting to reach for you and to put space between you. Because he’d thought you’d calmed him, but the chaos is worse now. Those other thoughts struggling to take over. Wants to turn away. Leave you so he can think, but finds himself lunging for a dirty cleaning rag on the floor and dropping it on you as you flinch. “Don’t try to escape. Please, do. Run,” he growls, rocking and bracing a palm on the berth as you lean away, but don’t bolt. And there’s something that might be disappointment about that spilling through him. Realizing he’d wanted to catch you again, claim you again. Hand trembling, he reaches and strokes his servo over your hair as you try to duck before reaching up to push at his servo. And the chaos stills again for a second, spark thrumming as his lips part at the blessed quiet as you stare up at him with frightened, upset eyes, you hand on him. Chaining the madness with a touch. Still there, but not at odds with him. Those other voices united with the thought that you’re his.

Previous

Well, it's kill or be killed

And one day we'll get the best of them

Hello helicopter, are you listening?

Nobody seems to care

Nobody ever learns

Are we ever gonna get it right?

Are we ever gonna start making sense

And stop pretending that we care?

[winnienora14]

Remus Lupin headcanons:

-He’s always dressed up but he never EVER irons anything (he just doesn’t see the point).

-He has the worst posture of all time. When he’s sitting, he’s always holding his head with his hand.

-He’s left handed. His handwriting his genuinely painful to read. It’s horrible, truly. Plus, he writes fast. The only one who can decipher what he writes his James. So, every time Remus would leave a note in Sirius’s locker, Sirius would secretly make James translate it for him.

-Even though his calligraphy is terrible, his writing is incredible. He has a knowledge and a way to play with the lexicon that is truly remarkable at his age. Probably because he reads a lot(Sorry, I don’t believe in dyslexic Remus but I do believe in dyslexic Frank Longbottom).

-He feels detached and like an outcast from people his age. Everyone really. And not just because he’s a werewolf but because of the way he thinks and experiences the world.

-He hates everything that isn’t tangible . Astrology, Philosophy, science, religion, divination, you name it, he hates it (Not the people who believe in these things though. Don’t get him wrong).

-He’s interested in other cultures and languages but he doesn’t go out of his way to learn about them. He’s already got enough stuff to worry about as it is.

-He’s always wanted to make the world at least just a little bit of a better place. That’s why he became a teacher. He wanted to give to others what Poppy gave to him.

-He’s a raging pessimist

-In contrary to popular belief, he’s not shy at all. He’s just introverted and talks only when he deems pertinent. Most people annoy him. He hates small talk.

-He has anger issues but he doesn’t have anger outbursts. He never got into a fight and he never plans on getting into one. He thinks they’re really stupid.

-He LOVES sarcasm. It’s his first language.

-He’s a creature of habits.

-He hates sports and if he had been in high school he’d have hated PE.

-He doesn’t want pets but he doesn’t dislike them either.

-His sleep schedule is nonexistent. He’ll go to sleep at 7pm one day, at 3am an other and one day he just won’t go to sleep at all.

-He lives in disorganized order. For exemple, he absolutely forbids for any clothes to be on the floor but he doesn’t mind his clothes being unfolded, wrinkled and in a big pile in his drawer.

-The hardest thing for him to say is that he can’t do something on his own, that he needs help. In contrary to Sirius, it’s not because he’s prideful but because he’s doesn’t want to bother.

-About that, he is TERRIFIED of bothering anyone. He really doesn’t want to be a nuisance. People taking care of him is actually really hard for him.

*There will be another part…I think… we’ll see.

[vaporwavedave]

This post is a thinly veiled invalidation of transfeminism, using vague language to make it appear as if OP could be talking about any group. But trans women are especially susceptible to being branded with the label "separatist" for speaking about the unique ways that their oppression impacts them, and a quick scroll through OP's post history reveals they have taken issue with transfeminist thought in the past.

Does this OP believe autistic people are engaging in "separatism" by using the term "allistic" and speaking about the impacts of ableism? I doubt it.

The whole point of the terms TMA/TME is to specify a group of people who are affected by the systemic weight of transmisogyny. The argument against "making those struggles the defining factor of the identity" is nonsensical when the "struggles" (ie societial oppression) literally ARE the defining factor of the identity. Every trans woman and transfem individual is affected by transmisogyny by virtue of being a trans woman/transfem. There are no trans women or transfems who magically escape transmisogyny, and there are no people who are not transfem that experience transmisogyny the same way that transfems do. TME people may have run-ins with misdirected transmisogyny, but this is not the same as living an entire lifetime as the intended target of transmisogyny, just as an allistic person who is ridiculed for doing something that "looks autistic" does not have the same experience with ableism as someone who has lived their whole life as an autistic person.

Trans women are not at all required to "enforce" the idea that all transfeminine experiences are universal in order to identify a form of oppression that is unique to them. To use another example, all Black people have experiences with anti-Blackness, even though Black people are obviously not a monolith.

Normally I wouldn't reblog and respond to a post that is so blatantly transmisogynistic but I saw that this was reblogged by someone that I would like to believe considers himself an ally to trans women. If you want to make your support for trans women known, learn to recognize transmisogynistic rhetoric like this and don't engage with the people spreading it. I don't want to see another trans guy go down this pipeline to seeing trans women as nasty "separatists" for speaking out about their own oppression.

Another issue with the separatist idea of "everyone who shares our identity will always understand your experience and struggles, and everyone outside of it will never ever understand" -

You can only enforce that first part by pretending there is an universal set of experiences everyone who shares your identity goes through, and punishing any talk that deviates from it. You make those struggles the defining factor of the identity.

Anyone who doesn't share your identity but says "I experience this too" is seen as an attack on your group instead of a potential ally. They're the enemy, trying to appropriate your struggles and erase you.

Anyone who does share your identity but says "This is not representing my experience" is pushed out of the in-group and basically considered to be aligning themselves with the enemy.

[ender-cloud]

NEW UPDATE AND OH OK UM ONE MOMENT THERES A LOT TO UNPACK HERE

Tgs spoilers undercut

Ok, ok, ok! Im currently ill so my minds a little bit scattered and I woke up really late today because I needed the rest, so im posting this a little late but oh my hod!!

Ok, ok ok ok! So!

Hyde is having the same problem Jekyll did before he passed out and I think this could mean 2 things.

When Jekyll was having this issue Hyde was going into the back of the mind, which is exactly what Jekyll is doing right now trying to erase himself, does this truly make it so Hyde will die with Jekyll?

Now now, Lyn wonders if Jekyll is wanting to kill Hyde but I don’t believe he does. I think Jekyll Hyde wants to suffer but he made his intentions seem very clear. He wanted Hyde to go mad without him as he is sent to Jail because of the crimes he’s committed in the past. Also I don’t think Jekyll knows that he’s possible of killing Hyde.

Fritz beought up that Sage said that if Hyde dies then Jekyll will go back to normal. But that might not have the same effect on Hyde.

Hyde stems from Jekyll and the only reasoning why Jekyll was affected before was because Hyde was pulling him down. Forcing Jekyll to go with him which Jekyll isnt trying to do to Hyde.

Thank you lyn and Fritz for what you found out while I was asleep

Hyde isnt an organic human, but just a product of Jekyll, and it beings up if the host (Jekylls body/Jekyll) dies then what will it do for Hyde’s life. Jekyll most likely dosent know he’s killing Hyde by killing himself but it is just a side effect

But I would also argue that it might not be, for one, when it was happening to Jekyll it was way worse, he was grabbing his chest in pain and was barley even able to stand, Jekyll is the host body who wouldn’t have died if Hyde did, so shouldn’t it be 10 times worst for Hyde?

It also brings up Hyde’s anxiety, in this moment hyde is scared from being left alone and is terrified that Lanyon has found him like this. The pounding of his heart could be a start of a panic attack instead of a sign that Jekyll is killing him.

Either way, a full blown Panic attack would be an interesting thing to see Hyde experience in front of Lanyon and show how more of an exposure to to the real world is effecting him. If Hyde is going to die from Jekyll, I dont think it’s happening just yet

Ok ok! Now to the dialogue

Hyde trying to still show he’s tough even though it’s obvious in his face he’s lost, scared, panicked. He’s keeping up his persona but he looks like he is going to break soon.

He is just as emotionally vulnerable as Jekyll and he needs his reputation as much as Jekyll desires his

ALSO LANYON TREATING HYDE AS A PERSON FINALLY???? He seems to have accepted that Hyde and Jekyll are the same person, bringing up a memory he had WITH JEKYLL while saying YOU to hyde.

While Jekyll and Hyde arent the same people, it is a start.

Haha, oh Jekyll would, now now, before we get into the story it makes me wonder if Lanyon thinks this was Jekyll’s Hyde showing which is why he brought it up, he dosent exactly know what part of Jekyll he was always talking to.

Woah, Jekyll not wanting to lie to the people who have been nice to him, crazy Idea! /j I just giggled at a stupid joke

I do find it interesting how Jekyll has changed from back them, not fully, he was still desperate to get people to aprove of him, a people pleaser at heart.

Also jekyll is literally on his knees begging for this simple chance that Lanyons parents wont even find out about, he is truly just desperate to be liked and accepted.

Lanyon is really smart, as seen, but is holding himself back because he wants it to seem that he dosent need his fathers approval or attention but is instead is proving how much his father floods his mind.

He’s not doing this for himself, he is doing it to spite his father, trying to go against Him, not because he dosnet care about school or what people think, but instead Because he cares too much. He is trying to trick himself into thinking it dosnet Matter but it does matter to him what his father thinks.

Also Jekyll being so scared of being called a monster shows how even from the beginning he didn’t like the hyde part of himself and how he really just wanted to be accepted, he doesn’t want to be perceived as a monster even after all of these years he just wants to be liked

This story of the past dosent seem to be over yet so we’ll have to wait until next week for the rest

[angellekookie]

In His Big Brown Eyes (JJK)

So I needed a distraction from the fic I was writing and thanks to my neighbour's loud music.. here we are. I'll have to find the song and link it here later, but for now please enjoy my first contribution to the fandom.

Summary: Years after leaving your hometown you find yourself somewhere new and exciting with everything you ever dreamed of for your life. You never expected to be confronted with your biggest regret.

WC: 1.2k

Warning: Angst (I'm sorry ♡)

Pairings: Jeongguk × Reader, Jeongguk × OC, girl dad! JK

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You were in a new town for a few weeks for work. This was the fifth project you had to oversee since your promotion. It was tiring to be traveling all the time for work, but you couldn’t say that you minded too much. This was what you worked so hard to achieve all your life after all. Sleepless nights, mental breakdowns, failed relationships and about a million paper cuts later, you’re doing what you love with no regrets. You enjoyed the new scenery, meeting new people, and all the new experiences.

The streets were so loud and busy that you almost missed your name being shouted. Confused, you turned around and suddenly the world stood still and you were fifteen years old, running carefree through the streets of your hometown. Suddenly, you were sixteen years old, kissing your childhood crush in your grandparents’ peach orchard. Suddenly, you were breaking his heart at twenty years old. “___!” He said again closer this time, the sound of your name taking you back to the present. “I almost couldn’t believe it was you leaving that store- thought my mind was playing tricks on me. How are you? It’s been so long.” You almost forgot that he used to ramble when he was excited.

In your darkest hours, sometimes you’d think about the big brown eyes that you used to see the world in, big brown eyes that used to look at you as if you were the whole world. When you’d be tangled in some different sheets, you allowed your mind to drift and wonder what those brown eyes were looking at now, if they still held the pain you forced yourself to forget when you walked away from him all those years ago. When it was too much to think about, you’d find purchase either in the person next to you, a glass of brandy, or something for work.

Today though, there was nowhere for you to run, hide, or escape. Today, you’d have to face what you thought was a thing of the distant past, you had to face what you thought you’d never see again.

“Jeongguk! I’m doing good. Yeah you’re right it’s been a while, hasn’t it?”

“It’s great to see you again, you're really a sight for sore eyes.” He was smiling, you'd let yourself forget his bunny smile all these years, how pretty you used to tell him it was… how pretty you used to tell him he was.

You allowed yourself to smile and surprisingly, it was easier than you anticipated it would be. “Well I can’t complain, you know? Life’s been good.”

You both stood there on the busy sidewalk and talked while people went about their day. You talked about summers in your grandparents’ orchard, days when you had to drag him to school and how you always blamed him if you were late. You laughed about the time you ran screaming when he’d decided to prank you with a dead bug in your school bag and about the letter you’d written to his parents ‘from Santa,’ informing them that he was on the naughty list for life. All the while, you tried to ignore the strange aching in your chest, the place where your heart was meant to be.

You were caught off guard when he suddenly hugged you. “I’ve missed you, ___.” For a moment, you stood frozen, surprised because you certainly weren't expecting him to hug you, not after how you left him all those years ago. Yet you somehow found it in you to return the hug and tell him you missed him too. You did truly miss him, even if it wasn’t a feeling you often allowed yourself the pleasure of indulging. You didn’t think you deserved to.

All too soon, he had released you and you found yourself trying not to get lost in his big brown eyes. “Jeongguk, I-”

“Appa!” An excited little shout interrupted you and soon the tiniest person you’ve had the pleasure of seeing up close jumped into Jeongguk’s outstretched arms as if this wasn’t the first time, a dance well rehearsed. “Nayoung-ah, what did appa tell you about running in the streets, hmm?” The little girl cradled her head in his neck, but you could still see evidence of a mischievous smile on her chubby cheeks. Not far behind the child was a beautiful woman, with a tired but beautiful smile and tired yet kind eyes, seemingly out of breath. “Young-ah, I told you to be careful!” She’s caught up now, holding on to Jeongguk’s free side for some support, her long dark hair falling down her back in loose waves. “I’m sorry Gguk, I don’t know where she gets the energy from. I really can’t keep up with her these days.” You couldn't help but feeling as though you no longer existed as watched the family fuss over each other, seemingly lost in their own little bubble. You could see the love between them almost as much as you could feel it. You could see how Jeongguk looked at his wife with so much tenderness your own throat felt like it could close up. You could see how Nayoung looked at her dad with her own big brown eyes as if he was her own personal universe. And you felt like an outsider, like you were intruding on something not meant for your eyes. You wondered if you should try and get someone’s attention, or make a quick getaway. You thought that maybe leaving would be for the best.

Just as you were about to go, Jeongguk turned to you, as if just remembering your presence. “Sorry about that, ___. Not how I wanted to introduce you all, but this is my daughter, Nayoung,” He gestured with his chin to the girl he held in his left hand. “And Naeun, my wife.” He looked at the woman whose lower back his right hand now rested on and he was smiling again. This smile was like the one you’ve known all your life, Jeon Jeongguk’s smile. But it was also completely different in that you’re sure you’ve never seen him smile quite like that in all the time you’ve known him. This was a smile reserved for the love of his life, a sudden reminder that you once had a smile similar to this from him, that it could have maybe been yours had you not sacrificed his affections for your ambitions. “This is ____. My best friend from back home.” He’d told her.

“Hello, it’s nice to meet you both.” You politely bowed to them, the air almost knocked out of your lungs when you lifted your head to find that the little girl with the mischievous smile and the chubby cheeks had the same big brown eyes as her father. More polite greetings were exchanged and all the while you gave your best smile, at least you hoped you did. Hoped you didn’t look like how you felt on the inside- like you were dying, like perhaps you needed a strong drink, like maybe you wished you could literally be anywhere else.

Soon, Jeongguk informed you that they had to leave as it was getting late. “It was so good to see you, ____. Take care.” He gave another hug- the best he could do with a toddler in his hand.

“Nice to meet you again, ____.” His wife said as she bowed. You returned the gesture and wished them a safe trip and watched as they walked away, watched as this time, Jeongguk walked away from you.

There was that ache again, though it's not as if it had left you since you felt it, more like it managed to grow.

The next few weeks flew by with busy weekdays, even busier nights and weekends you tried to spend exploring the area when you weren’t far too tired to leave the comfort and warmth your bed brought you. Soon, your job in that town was complete. You never ran into Jeongguk again, you tell yourself you felt relieved, that you never needed to see him again. Management had sent you an email to let you know where your next project would be. Due to a delayed start, you would spend three days at home instead of flying directly to the new location.

It was there in the living room of your apartment, miles away from your hometown, miles away from the new place you visited for work, miles away from Jeongguk and all the memories you were forced to face that you allowed yourself to listen to the ever-growing ache in your chest. The world was still again and loudly you heard what you'd been ignoring for quite some time; you still loved Jeon Jeongguk.

The world moved on, and so did Jeongguk, but you held on to fragments and shards, pieces of him that you doubt you could ever let go. Each fragment held in your heart, poking on the soft muscle, and each shard you gripped tightly in your hands was a painful reminder of a sad truth you've yet to admit to yourself; you loved Jeongguk still.

A/N: Here it is! Hoped you guys enjoyed this! It was really fun to write ^^

[andredeyemii]

T H I S Y E A R S M A N I F E S T A T I O N S

( most of these manifestations are unintentional because I've only known about manifestations on december so y'all, manifestations are constant. )

🌺 : : a rich and prestigious school with good quality education and fun things happening

🌺 : : high quality and big quantity friend groups with deep conversations and a majority of them being upper class

🌺 : : pretty privilege and compliment bombs from a lot of people from my classmates to higher grades, stares, talking about me, jealousy, etc.

🌺 : : a good christmas with 5,000P, an iPhone, dream watercolor sets and new books as xmas presents

🌺 : : an SP becoming really miserably obsessed with me

🌺 : : currently manifesting my dream closet cuz my dad is spoiling me and I'm showing him my dream style

🌺 : : unintentionally manifested being powerful at manifesting things through vehicles (?) LMAOO

🌺 : : i.e one time I thought to myself that I wanted our new van to overheat so I don't have to go to school.. and it happened accidentally.

🌺 : : i.e one time I was on my uncle's private bus and I loved it so much, I wanted the 3 hour ride to the beach to be 5 hours instead and we crossed a route where the bus was too big to fit through a bridge so we rerouted

🌺 : : i.e the last one is when my family made me skip school for a reason I forgot so I just lied that our car broken down but believed it as a good liar and then it actually broke down on the weekends.

🌺 : : I manifested clearer skin, symmetrical eyes, bigger eyes, and a very subtly slimmer nose so far

🌺 : : attracted self-development books, a 2025 planner journal, many blank page journals, and anything self-development

🌺 : : randomly manifested behavioral changes from classmates towards me

🌺 : : manifested fate from another SP we're dance partners and we're always near each other in and outside dance.. we have to hold hands lmaoo he glances too

🌺 : : manifested electricity coming back at exactly 6PM from affirmations during a blackout

🌺 : : manifested people getting karma especially that mean girl that turned out to be jealous of me, she would eye on my expensive stuff and talk about me eww wtff

🌺 : : going to my mother's city more often!! (she has business trips to the same rich big city and I get to come with her a lotttt)

🌺 : : attracted self-healing experiences, healing people, good mental health and high self-concept

🌺 : : blowing up on tiktok but I'm not coming back lmaooo

[star-anise]

I mean, yes. Fully and logically, they should have that kind of education and know all about animal studies. So when they speak in these kinds of ways, there's this weird sort of moment, like, "Do you know that's untrue, or have you actually completely lost the plot?"

I think Camp A tend to be people who are trying to communicate the science to their clients and the public, especially if animals are only incidental to their presentation. This post was most proximally sparked by an explanation of a grounding exercise in Acceptance and Commitment therapy, that divided concepts into external and internal experiences:

Rabbits and other animals tend to only move towards and away from stuff that they can see or taste touch or smell, stuff in the outside world. Human beings, on the other hand, are different. They can also be influenced by stuff that shows up inside of them. Humans are the only creatures who can be somewhere physically safe, like in a warm bed with a full tummy, and be in full-on threat mode. This is because we have language and we can think ourselves into danger. This is the cost of our inside space, of having language.

It's from a video by Dr. Louise Hankinson, a UK clinical psychologist, and is notable because Dr. Kevin Polk, who developed the exercise in 2009, commented on the video to say it was very well done.

I was being a bit facetious, because of course if I asked Drs. Hankinson and Polk about the internal life of rabbits, they would be able to tell me a ton about how rabbits can respond to experience and be shaped with behavioural conditioning, about how the evolutionary history of different species would affect their average sensitivity to stress and feelings of threat. Or if I questioned the necessity of language to internal human experience, they'd know a lot about that.

The general explanation for this kind of disconnect is that the exercise in question is not meant to teach its audience about rabbit cognition. It's teaching a self-regulation tool to a lay audience. They are blurring the specific details to paint a simpler picture, using widely-understood concepts to give people a mental map to sort different feelings and experiences onto.

And like, I do love me some broad overgeneralizations that are still useful teaching tools. I still think there are excellent clinical uses of the Five Love Languages! And maybe I'm just extra judgmental here because I'm deeply disenchanted by behaviourist-flavoured approaches that can encourage clients (or entire treatment communities) to ignore important parts of their internal experience in favour of simply performing the behavioural norm.

But there's also the trauma-focused movements like Somatic Experiencing, that talk a lot about learning to process our traumas like animals do, because animals are wise enough to shake and move and inhabit their bodies in a way traumatized humans need to emulate. And like.... really? I do believe in the need for trauma therapy to focus on somatic and sensory experiences, but I'm not sure I'd buy the argument that zebras don't get traumatized by hunting lions because they still run around the savannah.

It feels like the top of the slippery slope that landed me among colleagues who believed in the Law of Attraction or healing crystal frequencies or tried to sell me on Michiu Kaku. When someone is willing to blur the truth out of all recognition on a regular basis, I begin to doubt their ability to zoom back into sharp clarity on the specifics.

I really wonder if trauma theorists who say things like "Humans are the only animal that will be in a fright state when physically safe" or "the rest of the animal kingdom doesn't get PTSD" have ever, like

Do you think they've actually ever met an animal?

[campbyler]

i'm wondering if your miscommunication in this fic is based upon a theory for byler's miscommunication in the show itself? i.e. mike understood will in the van and was therefore gutted when will told him 'youre the heart' in the pizzeria etc (seemingly telling mike to say i love you to el).

i'm trying to piece together things but i've forgotten if will has ever mentioned why their relationship went tits up before. they both are not on the same page at all regarding what happened in the past, but as of this chap... mike now knows how he feels AND will! its really interesting that the hesitance is based around them both thinking that they put themselves out there once and got shot down (or so i gather so far). which means something had to have happened in the past where a third party was involved and made things unclear? because their actions currently strongly suggest mutual attraction like mike said in 10.2

so im wondering if you were inspired by the show in this way, if indeed you DO believe that mike understood will's confession of feelings fully in the van? :)

i would say that it’s not necessarily inspired by that particular interpretation of the van scene, but the miscommunication trope in general is absolutely inspired by the show! mike and will are canonically incredibly passionate characters — that passion often leads to emotional outbursts, and they’re passionate about each other and their friendship, hence why they fight a lot lol. because they have trouble pausing and giving each other the space they need to communicate. when they do manage that, they’re besties for the resties 🤎 which is what we are trying to capture in acswy!

though i will say that acswy is the result of what would happen if they didn’t give each other the time to explain themselves and talk their feelings through 😗 plus obviously with it being a modern au, they’re in different circumstances than they are in the show, so their experiences have shaped them differently. i understand the ooc allegations about acswy, but i’m not really bothered by them because i do think we have done a good job of staying true to how mike and will would react if they grew up Now and had the influences they had. for example, will is for sure sassy on the show — he’s kind to his core, and never genuinely mean on purpose, but the sass is There. i think if he grew up with max as his closest friend versus mike, lucas, and dustin, she’d bring that side out of him more than it is present in the show. max is kind and never genuinely mean either, but she hides it as a defense mechanism, and will would probably be influenced the same way. it’s the same concept where, given the circumstances mike and will are in leading up to and during acswy, the miscommunication of it all has been exacerbated by those elements. and miscommunication is Theeee byler bread and butter.

neither will or mike have mentioned why their relationship is the way that it is — that will be revealed at some point in these final few chapters, but i won’t say when for spoiler reasons of course 😇 i will reiterate what we have been saying since ch01 though: mike and will are Both unreliable narrators. neither of them have all of the info and are just going off of what they perceive to be true. that doesn’t make either one of them right or wrong — they can Both be right based on their interpretations of their situation — but it does mean they lack perspective that is necessary for them to move forward. tee and also hee.

all of that rambling done, i personally do not think that mike understood will’s confession in the van, but support anyone who does interpret it that way!! i’d have to ask suni what her thoughts are on it so we might edit later with her thoughts!!

[zenithangelic]

How would the companions react to Sole!Reader having a pack of deathclaws in Fallout 4?

They basically act like dogs with Reader, but when ordered to attack....yeah it's not great for the victim.

Companions reaction to SoleSurvivor!Reader's pack of deathclaws:

Cait

At first, Cait is absolutely terrified. She keeps her distance, muttering, “What kinda lunatic keeps those things as pets?!”

Over time, she warms up to the idea when she sees how loyal the deathclaws are to you. “Well, at least they’re on our side. Beats any guard dog I’ve ever seen.”

She secretly starts testing their boundaries by tossing bits of food to see if they react, half-expecting them to eat her.

Codsworth

Codsworth is deeply confused. “Might I inquire as to why you thought deathclaws of all creatures would make suitable companions?”

He quickly adapts, though, treating them like oversized, clawed children. He even tries to teach one proper etiquette while it stares blankly at him.

“Oh dear, I do hope they don’t shed in the house!”

Curie

Initially fascinated, Curie views the deathclaws as a scientific marvel. “Zhis is incredible! Zhey have such a social bond with you, it is unheard of!”

She begins cataloging their behavior and attempting to communicate with them using calming tones and hand gestures.

However, she’s visibly shaken when she witnesses them in attack mode. “zhis… zhis is quite unsettling.”

Paladin Danse

Danse is immediately on edge. “Deathclaws are extremely dangerous creatures. You’re taking an unnecessary risk.”

He grudgingly admits they’re effective in combat after seeing them in action. “As long as they’re an asset, I’ll tolerate their presence.”

Despite his stoic exterior, he always keeps his hand on his laser rifle when they’re nearby.

Deacon

Deacon’s reaction is a mix of amazement and mischief. “Okay, so… you’ve got killer lizards on a leash. That’s… a new one, even for me.”

He makes up wild stories about how you tamed them, ranging from secret government experiments to wrestling the alpha in hand-to-hand combat.

Occasionally tries to ride one, much to the deathclaw’s irritation.

Dogmeat

Dogmeat is wary at first, growling softly when the deathclaws come too close.

Eventually, he realises they’re part of the “pack” and starts trying to play with them, barking and wagging his tail.

One of the deathclaws humors him by nudging him with its snout, and Dogmeat takes that as a victory.

John Hancock

Hancock is completely unfazed. “Deathclaws? Yeah, that checks out. You’ve always been full of surprises, sunshine.”

He starts calling them “big scaly bastards” and casually talks to them like they’re people.

Hancock even offers one a hit of Jet as a joke. “What? You never know. Could chill ‘em out a bit.”

Robert MacCready

MacCready is immediately defensive. “You brought what into camp? Are you trying to get us all killed?!”

He avoids the pack as much as possible, muttering, “I didn’t sign up for this…”

Eventually, one of the deathclaws saves him in battle, and he awkwardly thanks it while still keeping his distance.

Nick Valentine

Nick raises an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed. “Well, I’ve seen stranger things in the Commonwealth, but this is a new one.”

He takes a pragmatic approach, treating the deathclaws like any other tool in your arsenal. “As long as they’re on our side, I won’t complain.”

Occasionally jokes, “At least they’re housebroken… right?”

Piper Wright

Piper is torn between terror and excitement. “Blue, I don’t even know where to start. This is either the coolest or scariest thing I’ve ever seen.”

She writes a story about your “deathclaw pack” for Publick Occurrences, hyping you up as a fearless wasteland tamer.

Secretly keeps her distance, nervously laughing whenever they get too close.

Preston Garvey

Preston is concerned about the safety risks. “General, are you sure this is wise? They could turn on us at any moment.”

However, he respects your leadership and trusts your judgment. “If you say they’re under control, I believe you.”

He’s visibly relieved when they prove to be an asset during a settlement defense. “Well, I’ll admit, that was impressive.”

Strong

Strong is instantly impressed. “Human commands beasts! Strong approves!”

He tries to assert dominance over the pack, roaring at them and puffing out his chest. They ignore him completely.

Despite his bravado, he’s secretly in awe of your ability to tame such powerful creatures.

X6-88

X6-88 is indifferent at first. “If they obey your commands and don’t interfere with the mission, I have no objections.”

He appreciates their efficiency in combat, coldly noting, “They eliminate threats with precision. An effective strategy.”

Occasionally, he comments on their genetic makeup, speculating about their origins with clinical curiosity.

Ada

Ada is analytical. “Deathclaws are formidable creatures. Your ability to control them is… unexpected.”

She works on creating modifications for your pack, such as reinforced armor or tracking devices.

Occasionally remarks on their behavior: “Their loyalty to you is fascinating. Almost… endearing.”

Automatron

Similar to Ada, the Automatron is purely pragmatic. “Deathclaws detected. Command acknowledged: maintain non-hostile status.”

It develops strategies to coordinate with the pack during battles.

Occasionally malfunctions when a deathclaw gets too close, triggering a “danger proximity” alarm.

Old Longfellow

Longfellow is both impressed and skeptical. “Well, I’ll be damned. Didn’t think anyone could tame those devils.”

He warns you to stay vigilant. “A wild thing’s always a wild thing, no matter how tame it seems.”

Secretly enjoys watching the deathclaws scare off raiders. “That’ll teach ‘em to mess with us.”

Porter Gage

Gage is all for it. “Now that’s what I’m talkin’ about! Nobody’s gonna mess with us now.”

He views the deathclaws as the ultimate intimidation tactic, often boasting about them to others.

He tries to name them, giving them titles like “Chomper” and “Ripjaw,” though he’s terrible at remembering which is which.

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[moonmeg]

Did the story of TAADC ever change a lot as you went along? What changed the most?

The main story - before shifting focus to Robyn - didn't change! If I rewrote something it was a tiny word change or an addition/removal of a sentence or paragraph. The biggest rewrite was with Robyn's (and Micah's) storyline.

Robyn and Micah would still be childhood friends and develop into a couple but only a little later on in their life. The dynamic was the same, Micah - or rather, his unnamed first idea - developed feelings first, while Robyn was oblivious of them. Micah would endure about 5 years of unrequited love because he's too afraid to say something (and he has no outside factor that pushes him to confess like the final Micah does in form of his sisters). Their relationship starts when they are in their early 20s instead of 16.

In the original draft, Robyn does not experience human puberty. In fact, there's nothing really indicating human heritage at all. Therefore, Evelyn doesn't have a reason to inform him of Caleb being a human. She wants to, but she keeps missing her chances. When Robyn is 20, he duels another witch (who you now know as Leroi Novell) over insults towards Robyn's family. Leroi keeps diminishing Robyn's worth by claiming his father was a human. Robyn doesn't believe his mother would lie to him for so long, so he's enraged and in a wave of temper taking over him demands satisfaction. Micah (who is at the scene too) is absolutely appalled and tries to talk sense into Robyn because Evelyn absolutely hates duels. Robyn is settled on this though and tells Micah not to say a word to Evelyn about this. The duel commences and Robyn wins. He shows mercy and calls satisfaction without killing his opponent. Robyn and Micah return to the Clawthorne house, where Catherine already awaits them. She knows of the duel because Lerois twin sister came to Evelyn in a panic when she overheard Robyn challenging her brother. Catherine scolds her son. He, in return, tries to explain why he challenged Leroi in the first place and laughs over the ridiculousness of the claims about Caleb being human. Through Catherine's reaction, he figures that it's actually the truth. They fight, and Robyn runs away. Catherine later finds him underneath the Lunaris tree and sits beside him. They have a heart to heart and the tension eases up. She also nudges Robyn into the direction of pursuing Micah romantically since she noticed that Micah has deeper feelings and had hoped Robyn did too.

That's also where the story would've ended.

I found it an unsatisfying ending and moreover considered how to include Robyn's human heritage more. Micah's story also changed in almost every aspect. As I got more and more involved in their story and particularly their relationship, I kept writing scripts for future events such as a wedding, domestic life, kids... we ended up where we are now. 😅

[seaofolives]

don't have asks open, don't feel like spamming my neighbors here and over at bsky, so we're doing it all under the cut!!!

How many fics have you worked on since January?

according to ao3, 47 works! blessedly few 😌 compared to my previous years, I mean. I did not double check lmao give me proper sql access to ao3 and I can

What’s something new that you tried in a fic this year?

oh man, I'm not really sure. deliberate bad endings I think??? ao3 filter agrees with me

What piece of media inspired you the most? (This can be the fandom you wrote the most for, the one that spawned the most ideas, the one you thought about the most, etc.)

I've slowed down since, but the honor of this question is gonna have to go to gundam witch! most of them my beloved rare pairs ofc 😌 I'll still write g witch (I have a duty to my rare pair babies) but rn, the ideas have slowed down a bit

How many fandoms did you write for this year?

four! ffxv, g witch, hadesgame and gundam wing 😂

What ships captured your heart?

right so, honorary mention to gladnis who will always capture my everything everywhere. but if I had to do any special mentions, it's absolutely olgue for g witch who I absolutely did not ship until I wrote my first long-form for them And Then. and trkt for gundam wing who are like...gladnis-lite to me for Some Reason o_o

What characters captured your heart?

like just from previous answer, trowa and quatre you know! I still don't know if I have a favorite character in wing, tho Quatre is probably the closest candidate (but I still won't buy commissions and merch of him without Trowa iygwim). but more than him and more than his boyfriend! guel jeturk my gundam son 100% 😌

Did you write for any new fandoms or ships this year?

fandom would be gundam wing! ships would be trkt, 2x5, 1x2 and technically 1xr??? for g wing and for g witch, olgue has the sole honor of being mentioned 😂

What fic meant the most to you to write?

I don't really have smth that's like...REALLY personal to me rn but if we're talking like the thing that I put a bit more careful-crafting into, it's either love is stored in the jam or spiracle.

What fic made you feel the happiest to work on?

my god why do I keep answering these things when I never know what to answer in these what-fic questions lmao. BUT UMMM technically all of them??? BUT I will give a shout out to kabilugan ng buwan bc filipino au! manananggals!! funny things you can't translate without losing some of its humor!!!

What fic was the most satisfying to finish writing?

by virtue of the fact that it went on much much much longer than what I expected, just the two of us (which is also what tipped me over to the olgue ship for good).

What fic was the most difficult to write?

HAHA the crying in public chapter of television romance/crying in public mostly bc despite being a gusu lover, the whole chapter is basc a whole load of suletta would absolutely not do that. but also like...the intrigue of putting suletta in a situation where she would Absolutely Do That was more compelling than whatever cheap excuse I can come up with you know??? happy to have done it tho but absolutely won't do this kind of thought experiment any time soon XDDD

What fic was the easiest to write?

in terms of like...the speed in which a fic was published from first word to permalink, what a fool believes was written in like under an hour and shared the next. I also didn't have to cut off any words to hit the 1k mark for the challenge. running up that hill was also p much like that but this one is far more quick and dirty? like I put more thought in what a fool believes than running up that hill. but in terms of like, the speed in which the words flowed out of my hands, I seem to remember developing relationship standing out.

What were your shortest and longest fics posted this year?

shortest fic would be any of the drabbles I have up (all of which are exactly 100 words). longest fic would be hands down just the two of us, my olgue porn with plot fic which stands at 41,494 words 😂 is it any wonder i ship them now—

What were your go-to writing songs?

I can't write with music!! not anymore at least~~~ so actually I really have nothing to answer for this BUT, while I was conceptualizing and writing pull me in closer, this song was my ear worm:

so I took the title from that and worked it in bc it was convenient!

What was the hardest fic to title?

ALL OF IT fuck titles man!!!!! but like, especially with g witch, I never write with any titles or summaries in mind so looking for an old song that fits it (bc I stupidly decided that that was my theme for my g witch fics, hence me dropping that bullshit for gundam wing) is one of the hardest parts. and then with the other fics I just...never come up with anything that's cool and clicks, you know? like "okay, boomer" was the fing working title until I ran out of time, the rest are just puns and memes

What's your favorite title of the year?

probably "developing relationship". it's an ao3 tag, trowa is a developer and this is his and quatre's meet-cute so it's very multilayer????

Share your favorite opening line

man that's like 47 fics in the course of 12 months so I don't have a really good memory when it comes to these things? especially as openers for me are just whatever gets things going you know? but off the top of my head, I thought I really liked this one from if ever you're in my arms again:

Staring at the elevator’s display, a wicked thought asks Suletta: what would she do if the numbers suddenly went right back to 1?

Share your favorite ending line

the first thing that really came to mind here is (i've had) the time of my life which is:

But at least, the light of dawn is warm.

bc i really remember having the ending lines set even while I was just outlining the fic

Share your favorite piece of dialogue

my god

UMMMM

“We’d been together since I joined the Crownsguard…do you realize we would have been together for ten years now if we hadn’t broken up?”

from you. no you. I just like that ignis is being silly even tho he's being serious 🤭

Share your funniest line

OH OK. this one's a bit easier! maybe.

ummmmm

Ares’ laughter is quiet, compared to the noisy whir of electric fans, the tricycles roaring here and there past the open gate, and the radio blasting from the cheap counter at the end of the cramped room, where the lines ‘it’s been raining in Manila’ repeat in eternal damnation.

from okay, boomer. and the song referenced is:

What's something that surprised you while you were working on a fic? Did it change the story?

off the top of my head, just the amount of words that can go into a manuscript 🤣 so no it didn't change the story bc the story is the reason why I had to write all those words you know XDDD

What writing programs did you use? Did you write by hand?

started the year on gdocs but happy to say that I think I've mostly fully migrated to ellipsus!! 🙌🏼 also I never write by hand anymore, that's why my handwriting skills are getting so shitty 😂

If you had to choose one, what was THE most satisfying writing moment of your year?

these questions are so complicated, I never want to answer these questions next year again 😂

prooobably maybe when I finished all my writing challenges for the year? like torokatober2024, assw, spite fest and stuff! it was great getting back into challenges this year but nothing is greater than writing your own ideas you know?

Did you do anything special to celebrate finishing a fic?

I finished a fic lately and I said I will do a writing break so I'm gonna try just that!!! tho the goal is to never write again for the rest of the holiday break but uhh...I'm pretty sure I'm going to start smth before this year comes to an end knowing me XDDD

How did you recharge between fics?

this year, I think I really got into the practice of resting more than I wrote and making sure I did other hobbies THO that briefly went wayward with a few gundam wing fics that I was really excited to write 😂

Did you create fanworks other than fic?

gif sets!!! it was so great getting back into them!!!

How many events did you take part in? (bangs, exchanges, ship weeks, zines, prompt memes, they all count!)

six events! fth, dark and cozy, ficwip5k, torokatober2024, assw and spite fest. I thought about attempting another exchange this holiday season but decided to nope out even before the sign-ups started 😂 I feel like there would be far less for me next year, like I've had my fill this year, you know?

If this were an awards show, who would you thank?

good job everyone for making it this far!!! 🙌🏼

What's left on your to-do list for 2024?

resting LMAO and a year in review for meee

What would you like to write next year?

man i dunno I'm done making plans lol they never come true anyway XDDD I have ideas I wanna write and I'd like to have the time to write them all, that's all XDDD

well happy new year, everyone!! 🙌🏼 thanks for joining me along the ride this year!! 💖💖💖

A slightly revised version of last year's questions! Two ways to play: Reblog and have your followers send you numbers, or answer the whole list!

How many fics have you worked on since January?

What’s something new that you tried in a fic this year?

What piece of media inspired you the most? (This can be the fandom you wrote the most for, the one that spawned the most ideas, the one you thought about the most, etc.)

How many fandoms did you write for this year?

What ships captured your heart?

What characters captured your heart?

Did you write for any new fandoms or ships this year?

What fic meant the most to you to write?

What fic made you feel the happiest to work on?

What fic was the most satisfying to finish writing?

What fic was the most difficult to write?

What fic was the easiest to write?

What were your shortest and longest fics posted this year?

What were your go-to writing songs?

What was the hardest fic to title?

What's your favorite title of the year?

Share your favorite opening line

Share your favorite ending line

Share your favorite piece of dialogue

Share your funniest line

What's something that surprised you while you were working on a fic? Did it change the story?

What writing programs did you use? Did you write by hand?

If you had to choose one, what was THE most satisfying writing moment of your year?

Did you do anything special to celebrate finishing a fic?

How did you recharge between fics?

Did you create fanworks other than fic?

How many events did you take part in? (bangs, exchanges, ship weeks, zines, prompt memes, they all count!)

If this were an awards show, who would you thank?

What's left on your to-do list for 2024?

What would you like to write next year?