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katyswrites · 8 months ago
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hi everyone. For obvious reasons, I’m not doing amazing right now.
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fangirlfuel · 3 months ago
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What’s the most chaotic thing you can imagine Lando Norris doing in a relationship
Lando Norris & His Chaotic Boyfriend Behavior (Totally Not Spoilers 👀)
Okay, hear me out—the most chaotic thing I can imagine Lando doing in a relationship? Definitely something like:
•Live-streaming their argument by accident – He’s on Twitch, supposedly raging over a game, but the chat quickly realizes he’s actually arguing with his girlfriend off-screen. Chaos. Absolute chaos. The clip goes viral in 0.2 seconds.
•Buying a pet without asking – Surprise! There’s now a baby goat in their living room, and he’s already named it. She’s not amused, but Lando insists they’re keeping it.
•Oversharing in interviews – A journalist asks a casual question about his personal life, and before he can stop himself, he drops an extremely embarrassing fact about his girlfriend. The group chat immediately roasts him.
•Forgetting an important date but making up for it in the most extra way – Realizes at the last minute and panic-books a literal private jet for a surprise getaway. (Totally normal behavior.)
•Stealing her skincare products – Then acting like he has no idea why his skin is suddenly clearer than hers. The audacity.
•Texting absolute nonsense at 3 AM – He suddenly wakes up and needs to know: “Would you still love me if I was a worm but like a really fast one???”
•Ordering the most unhinged food combos – Genuinely thinks dipping pizza in milk is valid and tries to convince her to try it. (She refuses. Obviously.)
•Getting jealous over ridiculous things – “WHY did you like his Instagram post from four days ago?!” It was a meme, Lando.
•Leaving voice memos instead of texting – And they’re all either incoherent mumbling, weird sound effects, or him screaming into the mic. No in-between.
•Pranking her 24/7 – But the second she gets him back? “Wow. That was mean. I trusted you.”
•The 2 AM McDonald’s Run That Went Wrong-It starts as a simple craving. Lando’s half-asleep, mumbling about nuggets. Next thing she knows, they’re in the drive-thru, him in pajama pants, her in one of his hoodies. But just as they get their order, Lando accidentally starts rolling forward… and straight into the curb. The McDonald’s employees are watching. She’s crying from laughter. He’s just sitting there, holding a large fries, whispering, “I can fix this.”
•The Time Lando Got Lost in IKEA - They go to IKEA for one thing. ONE. Yet somehow, Lando disappears within minutes. She gets a text: “Babe. I’m in the fake bedroom section. Send help.” Twenty minutes later, she finds him fully lying in a display bed, hands behind his head, rating the mattress. “Honestly, I could live here.”
•When Lando Tried to Cook and Nearly Burned Down the Kitchen - He swears he can handle it. “Pasta is easy, babe. It’s just water and noodles.” Fast forward: the fire alarm is going off, there’s smoke everywhere, and he’s standing there with a melted spatula, looking guilty. “Sooo… we’re ordering takeout, yeah?”
•The Vacation That Turned Into a Survival Mission - He planned a “relaxing getaway.” The reality? A remote cabin with no Wi-Fi, questionable plumbing, and a surprise thunderstorm. At one point, he’s standing in the rain, holding a stick like it’s a weapon. “If a bear shows up, I got this.” She’s already googling hotels nearby.
•Lando’s Genius Plan to Sneak Into a Concert (That Failed Miserably) - They didn’t have tickets. But Lando had a plan. “Trust me, I saw this in a movie.” Next thing she knows, they’re wearing matching high-vis vests, holding clipboards, and trying to look official. It works… for about five minutes. Then security spots them. “RUN!”
•The Time Lando Decided to Dye His Hair… and Regretted Everything - He was so confident. “Platinum blonde will look sick.” She tries to warn him. He doesn’t listen. An hour later, he’s staring at his reflection, horrified. “Babe. I look like a wet Q-tip.”
The IKEA Couch Disaster - He insisted they didn’t need help assembling it. “We got this!” Three hours later, there are extra screws, the instructions are ripped, and the couch is lopsided. “So… maybe we just tell people it’s modern art?”
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(Also… confession time. 👀)
These chaotic Lando moments? Yeah… they’re actually straight from my drafts. Every single one. I may have just leaked my own work, but at this point, are we even surprised? 😆
They’re still getting some final edits (fixing grammar mistakes, tweaking details, and making sure the photos and screenshots are just right—perfection takes time, people! ✨), but they’re coming very soon.
Now, I need your help—which one do you want to see first? Drop your favs in the comments before I get too tempted to post them all at once. 🤭🔥
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astrolook · 3 months ago
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💚 Double Whammy Synastry: When the Universe Copy-Pastes Green Flags on Both Sides 💚
Note: These are purely my personal observations over the years. But one pattern I’ve noticed? Relationships with five or more double whammys in their synastry seem to last longer. It’s not a guarantee, but I’ve seen it happen a lot.
Recently, I took a look at my uncle and aunt’s synastry who are married for 25 years, with a 22-year-old son, and still going strong. Do they have some worse aspects? Absolutely. But guess what? Their synastry also has some solid double whammys. For example:
My aunt’s Venus trines my uncle’s Mars, and his Venus trines her Mars.
Their Venus and North node placements both fall into each other’s 10th house.
Their Moons fall into each other’s 3rd house (also a Capricorn-Cancer Moon opposition!).
Their Suns fall into each other’s 9th house, fueling a lifetime of shared growth, learning, and probably a few philosophical debates.
Even with some tough aspects, their connection has lasted for 2.5 decades and with other long-term marriages too. So maybe double whammys help build long-term endurance, even when other things in the chart aren’t exactly smooth sailing. Just a fun little pattern I’ve picked up on!
Another pattern I’ve noticed isn’t a textbook double whammy, but it still works like your 5th house Venus falling in their 9th and their 9th house Venus falling in your 5th. This creates a mix of romance (5th) and adventure (9th), making the relationship feel both fun and expansive, like lovers who also inspire each other’s dreams.
So today, let’s dive into double whammies and other synastry patterns that scream green flags.
Mars trine Venus - Flirting is effortless, just a lingering glance, and boom, butterflies. One brings the spice, the other brings the sweetness. Fight's don't last long because the make-up energy is chef’s kiss irresistible. Sits way too close even when there's plenty of space. In the long run, both of you would still stealing glances like a couple of teenagers with a crush.
Moon conjunct Venus - Peak "Aww" energy. Random acts of affection. One can "ugly cry" in front of the other and they would still think you're cute. Both know what to say or not to say when the other is feeling down. You both catch yourselves smiling at each other for no reason, like two lovesick fools.
Mercury trine Mars - Productive couple. Both physical and mental attraction to each other. Love to playfully challenge each other whether it's in board games, workout sessions or who's better at something. Filled with inside jokes. Your life never runs out of content.
Jupiter trine Venus - You two are each other's biggest cheerleaders. Go big or go home energy. You spoil each other with gifts or hype each other up. Brings out each other's confidence and suddenly that dream job or a wild goal seems totally possible. Both feels lucky to have each other.
Saturn trine Neptune - Spirituality and practicality go hand in hand where one of you manifests while the other figures out how to build it. A quiet, steady trust and an unspoken "I got you" in every situation. Solid emotional support.
Moon sextile Mercury - One of you starts a sentence, the other finishes it. Both of you remember the small details about your private moments and probably the day you both met first. You both instinctively know what to say to comfort each other. Late-night convos just hit different.
Let's go thru the planet falling on each other's houses, also note that this is general and it can change depending on the signs and houses the planet is placed in the natal chart. The good side is about when it's mutual and the bad side is about when one of you isn't into the other or one sided.
Planet falling on each other's 1st house -
Good: Instant recognition. Influence each other's self-image in a way that is confidence-boosting. Strong physical attraction. If platonic, still notice each other in a friendly way. Mutual admiration.
Bad: Uncomfortable and irritable if not reciprocated. One of you will trigger the insecurities in other. Could feel controlled or burned. Can turn into rivalry or constant friction. If one person isn’t interested, the other’s presence can feel intrusive or suffocating.
Planet falling on each other's 2nd house -
Good: Both value each other literally and emotionally. Mutual appreciation. Feel secure. Expresses love through gifts, touch, or acts of service. A grounded and practical attraction.
Bad: If not reciprocated, leads to resentment. Might become too dependent on the other. One of you could see the other as greedy and materialistic. Money problems. Can feel transactional at times. Issues with self-worth.
Planet falling on each other's 3rd house -
Good: Convos never get boring. Finishes each other’s sentences or even texting the same thing at the same time. Hypes each other up. Daily life feel effortless. Playful banter, inside jokes and your own little code that no one else understands. Road trips and sharing the same hobbies together can be seen here.
Bad: One wants peace other other won’t stop rambling about their latest hyperfixation. Sibling-like at times. You both can be too up in each other’s business. Arguments about who is right rather than solving the actual issue.
Let's see the planet falling on each other's 4th - 12th houses in the next post.
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nelle-y · 1 year ago
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I loved your recent Alhaitham fic! I was wondering if you would consider writing a pt. 2 where Alhaitham regrets how he treated you and attempts to win you back (maybe 4ggravate finds out and attempts to help Alhaitham to win you back)? I understand if not. Thank you for sharing your writing!
Thank you so much for liking my first fic! Feel free to request anything genshin-related and I’ll try my best to provide!
You kept me like a secret, but I kept you like an oath (pt. 2)
It was rare, I was there
Here’s part 1!
Synopsis: despite the neglect and everything that happened, you both still longed for each other…
Content: Alhaitham x fem!reader, wingmen!4ggravate, implied Dehyarzad, Collei, absent Cyno, Tighnari, second chances, writer!reader, angst to comfort, reader is with someone else
Warnings: slight cursing, long intro again (I can’t help it), mild spoilers for Sumeru archon quest chapter 3 act 2, Collei goes missing
Note: this part can be optional for you. If you prefer to end it at part one, then feel free to do so! But, if you’re a sucker for second chances (like me), then consider this a treat from me to you!
Nothing. You could hear nothing.
Not your heart pounding to the rhythm of your feet. Not the screaming in your head as you spotted familiar grey hair walking around the city. Your thoughts immediately tasted bitter—if he had the time to walk now, how come he hadn’t back then?
You surmise that you weren’t worth the step.
The weight of his absence hung over you like a storm cloud, casting a shadow over the warmth of the day. Despite your efforts to push the pain aside, it crept back, heavy and suffocating. Your mother's words echoed in your mind like a haunting refrain, a reminder that perhaps you had been foolish to invest so much in someone who couldn't reciprocate your love.
The shops were as busy and ever; merchant services, inquiries about products, scholars out in the open. You were out for groceries, almost ashamed for showing your face after the scene you caused 15 days ago. The world needed to know you were strong, though, so you put a big smile on your face and a new perfume worth Alhaitham’s salary. You even reached out to Cyno about the book you mentioned; so far, everything has been accurate, according to him.
“Y/N?” A familiar voice called to you. Turning your head in that direction, you see Dehya in the distance waving at you. Once you’ve said hello, she looked at you with a smirk on her face, “Wow, did a flower barf on you? You look radiant!”
“Radiant?” You humble yourself, “I don’t remember putting on any jewelry.”
“No, silly!” She gestured to your everything, “There’s this aura you’re emitting and it’s making you glow!” Glow? All you did these past few days was cry, eat, and write. Perhaps it was the tears that helped. They irritated your eyes so much it gave you a softer, more approachable look. “Do you think you could lend me some of that eyeshadow?”
Try crying every hour, Dehya. “Ah, I just did a favor for a friend studying cosmetology. I’m not entirely sure what products they used,” you lie. Thinking about Alhaitham will certainly eat you alive; you change the subject despite the flattery you enjoyed. “What brings you to the city?”
Enthusiasm spouts from the mercenary, “My lady Dunyarzad invited me over for the Sabzeruz Festival; and you know me, I gotta be there for my lady!”
You found it adorable—almost enviable—how they still keep in touch even after Dehya’s resignation. Call a spade a spade, that is real commitment. It makes you wonder if you’d be here, ‘radiant’ and ‘glowing,’ if you were treated that way.
“The Sabzeruz Festival? I didn’t realize it was so close. Wow, time surely flies.” Suddenly, you feel excitement rush through your veins, a new experience after days of steady tides.
“Couldn’t agree more,” said Dehya. From a distance, you both heard Dunyarzad call her name. “Ah, it looks like she needs me back there. I better go check on her. If you want, you should totally come over the bazaar once the festival is ready. Dunyarzad and I would be lucky to have you celebrate with us!” After you gave an accepting nod and farewell, Dehya ran off to the woman in purple, practically skipping on her feet.
As you watched their lively interaction, a surge of envy and longing swept through you. Their easy camaraderie and genuine happiness a stark contrast to the emptiness and loneliness gnawing at your insides. You had longed to experience that kind of connection, to be enveloped in the warmth of love and companionship once more. But deep down, you knew it was a distant dream, a fantasy you could never reclaim.
You weren’t a religious person, but out of sheer desperation, you prayed.
Lesser Lord Kusanali, please free me from this torment. Let the flowers in my garden bloom of life, let the fruits grow ripe even without much sun, let the trees reach the highest of buildings.
Simple greetings and little nods, Alhaitham wouldn’t have minded if those scholars were you. In fact, instead of returning those nods and hellos, he would embrace you, lift your feet off the ground and spin you around like you always wanted.
After you stormed out the tavern, Cyno went ahead and asked what happened to the both of you. For the first time, he couldn’t give a straight answer. Every excuse seemed to damage your image, and that was the last thing he wanted. Kaveh ended up taking over to save him the embarrassment.
The 15 days he burned for you were like falling into the abyss, fighting every day to the brink of death, unable to eat the sustenance that came from your warmth.
The now Scribe Alhaitham needed something to keep you off his mind. He considered attending a meeting, but none seemed to pique his interest. Every thought ended up on your doorstep, making him think of dropping by. “Kaveh,” he called the architect scribbling on his notebook, “have you seen Y/N, as of late?”
“No, she hasn’t been feeling well these past few weeks. Shouldn’t you be in a meeting?”
“Shouldn’t you be paying rent?”
Kaveh cursed at Alhaitham, “I’m trying to make the money, goddamit!”
“Maybe you would have the money if you stopped settling for your clients’ low budgets.”
“Is it hard to find me considerate?”
“I’d rather call it pathetic.”
“Go catch whatever Y/N has,” he shooed Alhaitham away, “maybe that would give you some perspective.”
The scribe stood silent for a few seconds. He knew his roommate was right, he should’ve thought about how you felt before anything. Kaveh was about to believe he had won a squabble for once, but then he suddenly revealed, “Y/N… is angry at me.”
Kaveh pshawed at him, “With the way you talked to her? No shit.” Alhaitham didn’t move an inch. “Hey, what happened there, anyway? It wasn’t like Y/N to burst out to you like that. Are you hiding something?”
With a sigh, the grey-haired man decided to reveal everything to his roommate. He listened intently, gasping and scolding him for his lack of attention towards you, adding salt to his open wounds. Upon recalling the words the scribe had said, Kaveh took a slight breath, “You fucked up.”
“I know.”
“You need to go fix this.”
“I know.”
“And you were calling me pathetic!”
“I know! I just-“ he couldn’t believe he was saying this. “I need help.”
As he was popularly known, Alhaitham wasn’t one to ask for help. Not because he had too much pride, but because he knew how to solve things like the back of his hand. He had access to numerous files from the Akasha, and he had connections to powerful people, being the scribe and all.
But this was a different situation. Every solution did not guarantee a 100% success rate, 87% at best, and that was not enough for Alhaitham. He was ready to do anything for you, to get on his knees and raise you to the highest regard, to even beg.
“I could ask Tighnari,” Kaveh began, “The Sabzeruz Festival is coming soon, maybe you could ask her out?”
Right, now that he’s perceived as a hero of his nation, he is expected to attend these festivals. He never bothered to come before, and he wouldn’t now, but he was willing to if it meant getting to see you again. “I don’t think she’ll be accepting me as her date.”
“Then we’ll talk to her.”
“Will she be willing to listen? Wait, isn’t she sick?”
Kaveh sighed, downhearted, “Right.” Then he clicked his fingers at the scribe, “I have an idea!”
“Collei? What are you doing here,” you said after opening your door. She drew a small grin with worried eyes, holding a box of goods for you. It’s been a while since you saw her, she grew up well, taller since your last meeting.
“Hello, miss Y/N! I heard from Master Tighnari that you weren’t feeling well,” yes, you distinctly remember lying to them (Tighnari, and Kaveh) so they wouldn’t see you as often. “So I thought I could bring you simple remedies.” The little girl observed you. “But now I think there’s no need for that,” she chuckled.
“Ah, yeah, don’t worry, it was just a small cold. Speaking of Tighnari, how come he isn’t here with you?” You ushered her in and sat her down for some tea, placing her box of medicines on the counter.
“He had some business to attend to with a merchant and allowed me to visit you. It’s been a while since you’ve travelled to Gandharva Ville, miss Y/N, do you have any plans on visiting?”
“Yes, I’m thinking of basing the rainforest as the main setting for my new book, actually.”
You both chatted about everything you could as you waited for the water to boil. Afterwards, you served a hot teapot, dwelling in mint and lotus herbs. “Ah, Collei, how long are you and Tighnari staying in the city?”
“Just for three days, though I would like to stay until after the Sabzeruz Festival,” she chuckles, holding her now warm cup in her hands.
“You could come with me if Tighnari would allow it.”
The little girl’s eyes beamed with stars, “Really? Oh, I’ve been dreaming of going to one for ages! Miss Nilou will be performing, right?” You nod to her delight, “Yes! Archons, I really hope Master would let me.”
As if he heard his name, Tighnari knocked on your door. Opening it, he looked glad seeing your healthy state. “Y/N! Good to see you’re feeling well now.” He peaked behind you to see Collei sip from her cup.
Upon recognizing her master, Collei got up and greeted him. “Hi, Master! Miss Y/N and I were just talking about the Sabzeruz Festival, and that I could come with her to see Miss Nilou perform!” Her enthusiasm was as contagious as a cold, you couldn’t help but laugh.
“As long as it wouldn’t be a hassle for Y/N, and that you would always be careful when purchasing products,” Tighnari worries like a mother. “Always look at the expiration dates, check if there are anything you’re allergic to.”
He goes on and on for about 5 minutes until you cut him off, “Alright, alright, Tighnari, it’s not like she’ll be going all alone; she has me with her!”
With this, Collei wrapped her arms around your waist, ever so thankful for your support. You thought of her as a niece, and she thought of you as an auntie, willing to give her advice on anything, trivial or not. After a few more words exchanged, and details for the festival, the pair decide to head to their cottage.
For once, you enjoyed your time and not think of Alhaitham once!
Oops.
It was the day of the Sabzeruz Festival; you had already picked Collei up from their cottage and are on your way to the Grand Bazaar. You could see thousands of attendees, travelling merchants, and familiar faces on the way.
As the vibrant colors and lights of the festival unfolded before you, the once a source of excitement and anticipation now loomed before you like a daunting reminder of what you had done. Despite Dehya's invitation, you couldn't shake the feeling of being an outsider, a solitary figure adrift in a sea of joyous revelry. Each smile, each laugh felt like a dagger to your already wounded heart, a painful reminder of the love you had lost and the embarrassment that now consumed you.
But this was no time for dwelling upon the memories that brought misery, remember, Collei is counting on you to give her a good time.
“Y/N, Collei!” You spot Kaveh in the distance waving and walking your way. Collei happily waved back. “I’m so glad I could run into you guys, you have no idea how terrified I am of meeting a client by accident.”
You laughed, “Do I have to accompany you, too, Kaveh?”
“Actually, I was thinking of letting you have some fun while I take care of little Collei here.” He ruffles her neatly-done hair, now messy but more natural-looking. This led Collei to bring out a small comb to fix it.
You felt irresponsible leaving Collei in someone else’s care, you’d said you would take care of her, and it felt like you would be breaking a promise if you agreed to his offer. You tuck your hair behind your ear, “I don’t know, Kaveh, something feels wrong about that, no offense. Plus, if something were to happen to Collei, we wouldn’t hear the end of it; you wouldn’t like Tighnari when he’s angry.”
“A fair point, but you’ve been locked up in your house for two weeks, I’m sure he wouldn’t mind. You deserve to be out there, butterfly, spread the wings you grew from being in that cocoon!”
That somehow felt too specific. Does he know something? Collei starts to agree, despite seeming so excited to go with you. “Even you, Collei?” You sigh, “Fine, but if something happens, don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
You weren’t expecting to have so much fun here. The lights, the music, even the people were a blast! At first you were anxious for Collei, checking in from time to time, then as you continued to do so, your vists would be more spaced apart. You drank some punch with Dehya and Dunyarzad, who seemed to be doing really well for themselves, then you danced with the crowd in the name of Lesser Lord Kusanali.
After all of that, it was time for one last dance before Nilou’s grand performance. The band began to play a soft, romantic folk song. “Alright, Sumeru City,” called the lead singer, their voice sonorous with seduction, “before we settle down for the reknowned Nilou, let’s have a little treat for all the couples out there. So, grab your partner and dance along.”
Just as you were at the height of excitement, everything seemed to come crashing down again. You stood on the sidelines, feeling lost and out of place. Dehya and Dunyarzad swayed together, hand in hand. A lot of other couples came together and danced. The passion embedded in the song they sang only made you feel more alone, the walls of the Grand Bazaar growing taller and taller as you gazed upon them in longing.
You felt a hand on your shoulder, a man you don’t remember meeting. “Excuse me, miss, could I trouble you with a dance?” He looked about your age, a nice smile and an energetic demeanor. You were cautious of his intentions, though. It’s possible to have fun while maintaining a distance, right?
You accepted his invitation, all of the sudden you felt a sick knot in your stomach, like you were cheating on Alhaitham. But you weren’t together anymore, why would you stop yourself from meeting new people?
The man said his name was Hafan, a mercenary from the Corps of Thirty. He offered to buy you a drink once the dance was over, and again, you gladly accepted while the sweat in your palms said otherwise. You talked with every step you took, getting to know each other and telling stories. He made you laugh—a lot—and you impressed him with your witty comebacks. Perhaps this was the Dendro Archon’s response to your prayer? A hand to guide you through the maze, and to help you believe in love again?
But just amidst the merry atmosphere of the festival, a lingering anxiousness settled within your stomach.
Then, you saw him.
Alhaitham stood in the corner of the room, the desperate merchants and harmonizing of the band seemed to die down as time stood still. The vibrant colors faded into shades of grey as your heart clenched with a mixture of dread and longing.
It was as if a gate had opened within you, unleashing a torrent of emotions you had struggled to contain. Guilt gnawed at your conscience, regret tore your chest open, and love gave your heart to him.
As Hafan twirled you gracefully across the makeshift floor, you held your gaze with Alhaitham, your heart torn between the past and the present, between what was and what could’ve been.
Maybe you had been thinking too rashly, maybe he had changed over the course of your absence. The way he looked at you with such burning could not make you think otherwise.
In that moment, with all the crowds in the festival and the ache of your fractured heart, you knew for certain—no matter how hard you deny it, no matter how fast you tried to run, you could never escape the grasp he had on your soul.
The dance had ended, though it felt like it just started. Before Hafan could get that drink he promised, you said, “I’m sorry, Hafan.” He looked at you in confusion. “You must be looking for someone to—I don’t know—spend the rest of the festival with, and I don’t think I can fulfill that position. You’re a sweet guy, truly, I’m just not in a good place for anything right now.” Archons, you sounded ridiculous. But to your suprise, the man hardly took it personally.
“It’s okay, I get it. I had fun with you tonight, Y/N. You’re a great person to be around.” You almost regret having to end your time with him. “I’ll see you around, yeah?” He gave you a nod of farewell and left your side.
You looked in the direction of Alhaitham, again, hoping to catch that feeling of familiarity, but you had found he was no longer there. Perhaps it was your imagination.
You then searched for Collei and Kaveh, but they were nowhere to be found. They weren’t near the stalls, or in front of the stage.
They were nowhere in the bazaar.
The panic you felt shook your entire foundation, the pillars that kept you from going back home, back to the pain.
What if they had been kidnapped? You trusted Kaveh’s words, that he would take care of her, but for all you know they could be in the middle of the desert right now! What if Kaveh had run into a client and got distracted? What if Collei got injured or hospitalized?
Your heart began beating in your ears, your breath hastened with every thump. The air seemed so thin in the enclosed space, you needed to go outside. Yes, perhaps you could have a better chance at finding them out there, too.
As you walked out the doors of the Grand Bazaar, Collei’s name immediately echoed through the night. “Collei!” After numerous calls left with no answers, lumps of tears began crawling down your cheeks. “Oh my archon,” you sobbed. You could imagine the look on Tighnari’s face, the worry, the anger, the disappointment.
The feeling of losing them was clawing to your soul, like a mother bird losing her chick after their first flight. If they go missing, it was your fault. That fact will forever stain your soul, haunting your remaining days until the sweet release of death.
You sat on a curb, just near the entrance of the bazaar in hopes that the little girl and the architect would return unharmed. More tears had revealed themselves as your thoughts grew more and more intense, terrorizing, even.
The streets were so quiet, only the music from the festival and the first chirps of the crickets seemed to fill your ears, your sobs excluded. No guards or matras were present with you. Who the hell was in charge of security here!? The starry sky brought a comfortable cold instead of blazing heat.
You then heard footsteps from the bazaar and a person sitting beside you. “I walked them home,” a gruff voice sounded, “Collei was getting tired.”
Just your luck, the man who sat with you was no other than Alhaitham. Despite the conflicting emotions that came to you in a flash, you were relieved that Collei was safe. You let out a heavy breath. “Thank you,” you sniff, brushing away the tears that stained your face.
It was quiet again, for a while. You could hear Nilou’s music from outside; “Collei would’ve loved seeing Nilou dance,” you thought aloud. “I remember her basking about it when she had just became Tighnari’s pupil.” Suddenly, you felt calmer, safer now that the eerie silence accompanied you with the presence of the man you knew as well as breathing.
Alhaitham couldn’t say anything, busying himself gazing upon your eyes and your weakly pulled smile. There was still sadness lingering within them, covered by a coating of relief. He felt remorse for taking Collei away from you, for making you worry like this, for leaving you in the dark for a long, long time. Nonetheless, he was happy it led to you talking to him again. He was almost certain this day would never come.
Then he is reminded of you dancing with another man. His heart pounded erratically against his chest, each beat echoing the tumultuous storm of emotions raging within him. He had come to the festival in search of hope and redemption, a fleeting reprieve from the pain that chewed up his soul. But instead, he had found more heartache, contrary to the plan.
As he watched you twirl and sway with the man’s hand in yours, he felt as though the world tilted off its axis, leaving him teetering on the precipice of anguish. How could you be dancing so freely with another when every fiber of his being yearned to hold you so close, to feel the warmth you gave him once more?
His hands clenched into fists against his knees, his jaw tightened with unexpressed emotion. He remembered how badly he wanted to look away, but the flow of your hair and how gracefully you moved wouldn’t let him, it was as if you had casted a spell upon him, forever tormenting him to stay on the sidelines, to repress the overwhelming desire to be the one twirling you around and making you smile.
A surge of conflicting emotions washed over him—a searing pang of jealousy intertwined with a profound sense of regret and longing. Then just when he was ready to cross the bridge that separated you, he felt a small tug on his darkened cape. “Mr. Scribe Alhaitham,” Collei said meekly, sheepishly rubbing her eyes, “Did the plan work?”
He remembers Kaveh’s words, so filled with determination, She’ll do anything for Collei, so if she asks to go to the festival, Y/N will for sure accompany her! Once the slow dance starts, that’s when you’ll swoop in and declare your love.
And if it doesn’t work?, the scribe raised his eyebrows.
It will! I’ll make sure no one gets near her.
Boy, did that plan go to shit.
He gave the little girl a soft smile despite the mind-numbing pain in his chest. He knelt down to her level, “Isn’t Kaveh supposed to be with you?”
“Someone was talking to him just a while ago. It seemed pretty heated, so I slipped away when I got the chance,” she yawned.
“Of course,” Alhaitham muttered. Must be a client of his. “You look tired, Collei.”
“I think I’m ready to go home now, Mr. Alhaitham.” The drowsiness in her eyes could barely hold her awake. It was getting late, she must not be used to staying up at times like these.
Alhaitham looked back at you, wondering if you were still keeping your eyes on him. To no avail, it was like you had vanished like a ghost with the beautiful, painful sight he had witnessed along with you. A heavy feeling lingered in his chest, leaving him to wonder if you would lock your gaze with him again. Then he left, accompanying Collei back to her and Tighnari’s cottage.
On his way back to the bazaar for reasons unknown, he found you weeping in your hands, curled up like a shriveled bug beaten down, calling out Collei’s name. After he assured you of the little girl’s safety, you began talking about your experiences with her. Ever so glad, he listened to your voice, melodious and soothing like a lullaby to put him to sleep. The euphoria he experienced was one like no other, it was the first time he felt at peace for eons against the stars and the cool breeze. Then, he wondered, were you feeling the same?
“They found a new Grand Sage,” he announced.
“Is that why you have the time now?” Your words stung his morality, picking on the weak scabs of his mistakes.
He took a moment to respond. “I’m sorry,” he said softly, his voice barely above a whisper. “I never meant for any of this to happen.”
Unable to meet his gaze, you managed a casual tone, “I know, Alhaitham.” His name sounded like a song whenever it came from your lips. “Besides, it’s not your fault.” Your voice was then hoarse of emotion, fingers picking at the dirt beneath you. “I shouldn’t have let myself to get lost in my own thoughts.”
“But I should’ve been there for you,” Alhaitham insisted. “I should not have made you feel like you were alone.”
“But it happened anyway.”
For a moment, silence enveloped the space between you, only broken by the distant sounds of the festival. Then, slowly, you turned to meet his gaze, in a light that had no remorse, for the first time since you told him to leave.
“I don’t know if I can forgive you,” you admitted, your voice trembling with uncertainty. “But I do know I’m willing to try.”
With this, Alhaitham took you in a warm embrace, letting out a shaky breath as he buried his face in the crook of your neck. He then held you by the shoulders, teary as you released him from this torture. “I’ll do whatever it takes to make things right again.”
As you looked into his eyes, you found the sincerity in his voice, determination reflecting upon his irises. Despite everything that had happened, you couldn’t deny the hope that ignited in your stomach. Maybe, just maybe, there was still a chance to find your way back together.
You held his hands first, then traced your way to his cheeks, warm with anticipation. Then you pulled him into a kiss that was long overdue, Alhaitham almost tumbling from the force you had exerted.
As your lips meet, there is a softness, a tenderness in the way they press together, as if each touch carries the weight of a thousand whispered promises. Time seems to stand still as you both lose yourselves in the sensation, senses heightened by the intoxicating blend of warmth and desire. It's a symphony of sensations—a gentle caress, a fleeting brush of lips, a silent exchange of emotions that speaks volumes without a single word. And in that fleeting moment, you find solace, connection, and a sense of belonging in each other's embrace.
Slow as the breeze blew your hair, everything froze and only he brought the fire to relieve you of your vains. Alhaitham’s lips were soft and cold, clearly waiting for this day to come. When he leaned back for air, foreheads connected together, you breathed, “I love you.”
As you heard the crowd’s applause from a distance, as if cheering for your reconciling, he replied, “I love you more,” before pulling you in for another well-deserved kiss.
—the end.—
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emotionalhottiee · 6 months ago
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Broken 💔
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Jimmy Uso/Jonathan Fatu
DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise stated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events in this fanfic are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner.
just a quick oneshot until i get over this writers block. Hope you enjoy.
Heart Broken…
Doesn’t even begin to explain how i feel. How could he do this to us?
Thoughts of frustration and brokenness ran rampant through my mind as hot tears poured down my face. After all i had been through with Jonathan how could he throw away everything we had. My mind ran back to walking into his condo, opening his bedroom door to be met with an image of some ig thot, bent over while the love of my life was behind her. My heart shattered had into a million pieces.
Now the tears I’ve been crying out, for the past 30 minutes have blurred my vision. Thinking about that day against my will. But seeing him tonight made the memory pop up. Even though i knew there was a slight chance he would be at our friends birthday party. Actual seeing him, just felt like another knife being jammed right into my heart.
“Kenzi, are you alright in there?” “You’ve been in this bathroom a long time” my friend Kiara screamed through the door.
I hadn’t even realized i had been in here that long, but i just couldn’t stop crying. Watching Jon strut up in this party with some new girl on his arm. As if the last year and a half meant so little to him, he could move on within days. LITERALLY 5 days ago i caught him in bed with another woman.
And now it’s saturday, and he bought a whole other woman with him. Damn, How many others were there? I thought to myself as i wiped the tears from my bloodshot red eyes. Trying to cover up the fact that i been in the bathroom of a mutal friend of ours,sobbing over this man. What did i ever do to make him be so cold & callous towards me?
I have to pull myself together! I tried to tell myself encouragingly, i am not going to let him see me, so vulnerable. For what? He doesn’t seem to care in the least bit. Too busy fake laughing at the girl with her ass hanging out of her shorts.
He’s knows her ass ain’t that funny.
As i finish up wiping my face, one last time. Before i could even get myself all the way out of the bathroom Kiara yanked my ass into a tight hug. She knew i needed this that’s why she my friend.
“Girl don’t let him make you sad. Fuck him, you deserve so much better.” She calmly stated to me rocking us back & forth. This is exactly what will make my ass start crying again. But i am so thankful for my friend, trying to keep me from being sad.
Against Kiara’s advice i decided to stay at this party. This was one of Jon & I’s mutal friend, I’m not gonna let him feel like he has won (Even though he totally has won).
I put on my bravest face to go back and chill, before our friends pull out a game of taboo. We had split up into two teams and of course i end up on a team with Jon & his whore of the week. It was almost as if God was punishing me for still wanting to be around him. But truth be told i was obsessed with him. I loved him more than the air i breathed.
And as much as i can possibly lie to myself, i know he loves me too.
*some time later*
The party winded down, Kiara & I were helping our friends clean up. Jon’s little girlfriend ended up leaving. I thought they would’ve rode together but i guess not. And I’m honestly kinda happy about that. He’s been staring at me all night. Now that he’s alone i know where this night will take us. Especially since i rode with Kiara.
Jon asked me if i needed a ride home, knowing damn well i don’t like driving at night. I tried to act like i had to go back with Kiara, she gave us a shrug letting us know she didn’t mind. She knew me too well. As much as she wanted me to stand up for myself, she knew where my heart was. And wanting to be there for me she wasn’t gonna fight me on it. I appreciated that. Giving her a hug goodnight she gave me eyes of pleading, but with a hint of be careful. I rubbed her arms up & down letting her know i’d be okay.
The ride back to Jon’s house was quiet at first nothing but low 90s R&B playing. But he eventually turned the music off. He grabbed my hand while holding the steering with his other and apologized for his actions within the last week. My eyes filled up to the brim before a tear rolled down my cheek. I couldn’t even respond. I just held onto his hand, he bought my hand up to his mouth still holding it kissing it ever so gently. This is the soft, caring Jon i feel in love with. For a quick second he looked at me our eyes staring into one another. Until he turned his eyes back to the road.
This is going to be a great night.
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yenqa · 1 year ago
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ADVANTAGES
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in which…
on jay’s live, fans point out a stuffed animal on his bed, one that seems to be the other piece to your notorious missing pair. as imaginary pieces start to connect for fans, the viewers beg for some kind of interaction. and though you and jay have never met before, why not use this situation to your advantage?
warnings : crying, panic attacks, depression is depicted but isnt really said, lots of bad self talk, food/eating, having no appetite, just lots of bad mental health talk and depictions, hurt/comfort, god this chapter is PACKED
wc: 1829
i’m sorry that i couldnt be your teenage dream.
not proofread!
It had been a week and a half since you had seen anyone.
Well other than the cashiers at the local grocery store but that made you look even more pathetic. 
You haven’t been well, at all.
It was a horrible sight, honestly you couldn’t even look at yourself in the mirror without cringy. You had no productivity and had planned to do nothing for as long as possible. 
You were surprised your body hasn't exploded yet, since all you had ate was instant ramen or the three meals you could cook total. 
Today was one of the worse-r days. Three hours into the new day but your mind couldn’t seem to sleep one bit.
You had zero appetite, your room was a mess, it was worse that you couldn’t even sleep away the days even though you were so tired. Your eyes were glued shut at night but your body couldn’t stop fighting the feeling of sleep. 
So here you were, eye bags almost able to give the color purple a run for its money, and so puffy it felt like a balloon was stuck in there. But your eyes hadn’t shed any tears, instead you felt like nothing. Like you were just floating around with no purpose or any feeling at all.
The empty feeling in your head made you unable to do anything but scroll on your phone, letting hours after hours pass by rewatching your favorite show at least a billion times. It seemed like the world had gone gray, like the world was ending and you were the only one feeling it.
A part of you screamed at yourself to get a grip, to stop being so dramatic and realize there are still good things in life. 
You tried to get better, you really did. You had researched on how to get over this drought but you never could. So every night you would lay in your bed, trying to figure out what was wrong with you.
Mornings have always been your least favorite part of the day. But it seemed to get worse with every second that passed. 
Realizing you still had a whole day ahead of you seemed utterly impossible to finish, but still you would reach your hand out to the finish line, only to miss every time.
You had six hours until it was the appropriate time to wake up. You couldn’t call anyone for help, you couldn’t text anyone in the middle of the night. It was your burden, so you had to keep it to yourself and hope and pray it washes away over time.
Your phone has been your only sense of livelihood during your dull days. If you had been wasting hours after hours at least you had been doing something. 
Before you could think of the consequences, you had thought of searching yourself on the internet, just for fun. You clicked on the first source, hoping that someone would see your side of the story.
No it was not fun–you wish you could warn yourself because the title of the article read; “All you need to know about Y/niora and why she’s trending”
We’ve all seen the names “Y/n” or “Y/niora” trending on X, who is she? Some might wonder. In this article I’ll be going over everything she’s done wrong, and why fans hate her for it.
Y/n is a popular streamer on twitch, known for her funny commentary and her boyfriend Jay, but recently she’s shown a darker side to her.
Her boyfriend, Jay, is also a twitch streamer, a much more popular one at that. He’s known for his good looks and his random reactions that have us crying with laughter, but why would he date a nobody like her? 
If you’ve seen Y/niora’s X account, you can see that she posts provocative photos of herself, things that only lead to temptations of male fans. Fans speculate this is the reason they met, saying that she seduced him and used him for money, fame, and views.
If you know anything about streaming, you know BlueJay and his friends. Who stole the internet's hearts with their looks and cute personalities. But things start picking up between Jay and Y/n when she posts their matching stuffed animals, officially presenting their relationship to the world.
This seems to be a bad move on Y/n’s part, as her facade starts slipping through and we get to see her for the calloused person she is. 
She continuously shows her disinterest in anything he’s saying. Making him repeat everything he’s said to her. This strikes up the question, does she really care about him or her fans?
Arguments of this exact topic have been trending among fans, some saying
You closed your phone before you could read anything else. Flipping your body over you could feel tears start to form in your eyes, your vision goes blurry and your breath starts hiccuping. 
Wiping your wet cheeks, you start to panic when you feel like your throat is closing up, placing your hand on your chest to try to calm yourself down. 
That clearly doesn’t work. As you swear you can feel the walls closing in beside you. In a last effort to stop your ugly sobs, you open your phone once more, your breath quickens when you open the phone app, calling the person that you need the most right now.
The ringing on your phone shakes you more, “Please answer, please answer, please answer.” You croak out desperately, glancing at your window to realize it’s the middle of the night, and he’s probably getting the nice sleep he deserves. 
Unlike you who only makes things worse, and can’t even get a wink of sleep at night.
You sob harder after the fifth ring, realizing that he’s not going to answer. And you have to do this on your own–
“Y/n? Are you okay?” His voice brings relief to your ears, that’s until you realize the state you’re in. 
“Jay I’m so–so so sorry for calling you this late.” You rasp out, “I just don’t know what’s wrong with me, I can’t stop shaking and crying, I just–fuck” Bringing your hand up, you grab a fist of your hair, not knowing what to do or say.
“Are you at home?”
“Yeah, I am.” You choke through, words barely coherent.
“I’m coming. Stay there, okay?”
“Okay.” 
His tone is so soft it scares you. How could he be talking to you so sweetly knowing the mess you made? How could he be talking to you so sweetly knowing that you are burdening him at such a late hour?
Your throat tries its best to keep your hammering heart inside your chest, but it closes up, your breath is so uneven you're not even sure you’re breathing at all. 
That is until you let out a soft apology into your phone, but it’s covered by your staggered breathing, and the sound of you stuffing up your snot back into your nose.
The silence coming from him is apparently meant to drive you insane. Because the nausea of it all starts to get to you, your condition is crippling so you can’t even move from your curled up position on your bed.
You can hear your door slam open, eliciting a strong flinch from you. 
Your heart seems to be racing too fast for your liking, almost like it’s fighting to get out of your chest. “Jay?” You mutter, as you can see his dark silhouette standing through the doorway. 
Before you can actually decipher if the man is actually Jay or just some random burglar who found your spare key, you feel his arms wrap around your body, tucking your head into the space between his neck and shoulder. 
You conclude that it’s Jay’s warmth you’re feeling right now.
For a second you feel safe, for a second you feel like he’s just hugging you, not because you are literally having a panic attack. 
That snaps you back into reality. God were you really having a panic attack over an article? That you chose to read? 
Feeling your chest tighten and your eyes water up, you tuck your head impossibly deeper, letting your tears and snot get all over his shirt. 
It’s grossing you out how you can physically feel his shirt dampen with your tears, but you’re too focused on figuring out how to breathe rather than the mess you made on his shirt.
“You can let it out, or you can just cry, I don’t mind.”
You sob even harder than you were before.
He’s so warm. He’s so warm. And you have no idea why it’s the perfect descriptor for him. 
“Jay,” You mutter, being muffled by his shoulder, “I’ve ruined everything.”
His arm rubs your back gently, “You haven’t ruined anything, pretty.” He whispers, talking like if he speaks any louder you’ll crack into hundreds of pieces (you actually might but that’s not the point).
“I have! You can’t even deny it without lying,” You hiccup, “I mean—I’m trying so hard, but I can’t do anything right.” You pull your head back to look up at him.
He stays silent, letting his hand cup your face, wiping away any tears that fall down.
“And I’m so tired. I’m so tired of doing everything I can but still being hated for not doing enough. I mean who wouldn’t? I can’t even cook a proper meal, it just goes to show how hopeless I am.”
“Y/n you can’t possibly think about yourself.”
“I can because it’s the truth.”
He tucks your head back into his shoulder, “Y/n, not being able to cook a proper meal is okay. Some people never learn how to cook an egg.”
Your breathing calms down slightly, you let out a small chuckle, trying to stay forever in his warmth.
“I’m sorry for calling you here so late, I know you’re tired from streaming or something.”
“I could never stay away from you for too long, even if it’s in the middle of the night.”
Letting out a breathy smile, you look back at his face, a small smile spreads through his face looking at you.
Your eyes were tired, for the first time in a week your body was tired. “I’m going to go to sleep. Thank you, Jay, seriously.”
He gets up from your position, you feel the absence of his warmth even though he just got up, he’s about to walk out the door when you build up the courage to ask, “Can you stay? Just for tonight?”
Looking back, there's a smile on his face as he replies “Always.”
Walking back to you, he lays himself under your blanket, tucking you in before wrapping his arm around you, he pulls you into his chest.
And for the first time in what felt like forever. You fall asleep, in Jay’s arms.
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homehauntsyou · 3 months ago
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Quotes from “Martyr!” by Kaveh Akbar that I found relevant to the discussion of Supernatural’s system of hunting and view of monsters, especially as a post-9/11 product
summary of the book (from the goodreads page) just in case it’s helpful: “Cyrus Shams is a young man grappling with an inheritance of violence and loss: his mother’s plane was shot down over the skies of Tehran in a senseless accident; and his father’s life in America was circumscribed by his work killing chickens at a factory farm in the Midwest. Cyrus is a drunk, an addict, and a poet, whose obsession with martyrs leads him to examine the mysteries of his past—toward an uncle who rode through Iranian battlefields dressed as the Angel of death to inspire and comfort the dying, and toward his mother, through a painting discovered in a Brooklyn art gallery that suggests she may not have been who or what she seemed.”
“He was raised Iranian in the American Midwest, amidst 9/11 and the subsequent jingoism and lawn flags and yellow ribbons and the “aren’t you glad to be here” set. Cyrus could see it in their chests when they looked at him. It was like Americans had another organ for it, that hate-fear.” (pg. 133)
“Midwestern politeness felt that way too, Cyrus learned, like it was burning cigarette holes in your soul. You bit your tongue, then bit it a little harder. You tried to keep your face still enough to tell yourself that you hadn’t been complicit, that at least you weren’t encouraging what was happening around you. To you.” (pg. 129)
“She was Christian but American Christian, the kind that believed Jesus had just needed a bigger gun.” (pg. 135)
“Cyrus wondered what about him made Kathleen feel like he’d think ‘Baghdad, Indiana’ was funny. His unaccented English? The sex they had? His perpetually bitten tongue, the way he rarely challenged her regressive political takes? All these things sat outside of Kathleen’s experience of them-ness, so to her Cyrus was an us. Cyrus wondered about how much of his living he owed to other people’s assumptions of his us-ness.” (pg. 137)
“‘It means in my humble opinion, we got to cubism hundreds of years before Braque or Picasso or any European. That maybe we’ve been training for a long time in sitting in the complicated multiplicities of ourselves, of our natures. At least for a time. No monolithically good Siegfried hero versus monolithically bad dragon.’” (pg. 157)
“‘And look at what belief in that kind of total good versus total evil did. Hitler listening to Wagner in Nuremberg. That’s what I’m getting at, you see? The flatness of me being this hero artist, or you being this martyr NSA threat. None of that is real. You know this. I’m not Siegfried any more than you’re a dragon.’” (pg. 158)
“One man in every five hundred dresses like an angel, like this, lit up like this angel of night, of history and death and of light and relentless fucking war. Everything needs an angel, even war.” (pg. 169)
“…I ride around them as they die to keep them from cutting open their throats in their final moments, to remind them to suffer manfully, men like me preserve their hereafter.” (pg. 171)
“…and I’m not allowed to give them water, absolutely not is what Arman said when I asked, why would an angel be carrying water he said, which makes sense, but so I just have to hear them cry and beg and die and I sit there on my big horse in my little costume holding my fake sword.” (pg. 172)
“here where men fight about justice / like a drowning boy trying to pull himself / out of a river by his own hair —“ (pg. 197)
“The genesus of everyone’s pain had to be external, such was their certainty. And so legislators legislated, building border walls, barring citizens of there from entering here. ‘The pain we feel comes from them, not ourselves,’ said the banners, and people cheered, certain of all the certainty. But the next day they’d wake up and find that what had hurt in them still hurt.” (pg. 209)
“Martyr. I want to scream it in an airport. I want to die killing the president. Ours and everyone’s. I want them all to have been right to fear me. Right to have killed my mother, to have ruined my father. I want to be worthy of the great terror my existence inspires.” (pg. 216)
“How one nation flattened history into a statistical anomaly, collateral damage, and the other minted it into propaganda.” (pg. 221)
“Victims die, that’s their main verb.” (pg. 223)
“each person throbs like an idiot moon: / death is their job, dying is yours.” (pg. 241)
“In another, a Time magazine with a missile shooting off a warship. I had to look up the big white words: “Gulf Tragedy” فاجعه. “Catastrophe.” Like a natural disaster. Not “massacre.” Not even “murder.” The imprecision of American justice was a given, even to Americans.” (pg. 281)
“I feel dangerous. I don’t know how much more baldly I can say it. But how can an Iranian be dangerous without becoming “a dangerous Iranian”? Without becoming dangerous to every other Iranian in the world or contributing to the myth of the pathologically angry Iranian? Coming out of the womb with a burning flag in his teeth? Any volcano that has erupted since the Holocene, ancient history, is considered active. I haven’t. Does that make me inert? Or overdue?” (pg. 315)
“I demand the same leniencies, rationalizations, granted to mediocre men for centuries.” (pg. 317)
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starsurfacemortalkombat · 1 year ago
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Hii! Can you do hcs for little Kenshi from mk1 please?
Man I adore Kenshi!! He's super cool. :3
TW: Mentions of the Yakuza, references to hitting, and references about his eyes
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<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3
Regressor Kenshi Takahashi HCs
❤️ Regressed to about 3-6
❤️ Very rarely, but sometimes he'll regress to almost babyspace
❤️ Found out about regression from Liu Kang
❤️ The God was worried because before age regression, Kenshi's coping mechanism was fighting/sparring or training until his feet gave out beneath him
❤️ Was a bit, lot, skeptical of it at first but ended up slipping very quickly with Liu Kang's help
❤️ His main CGs are probably Johnny and Liu Kang (Tomas too, avid Smokencage shipper over here)
❤️ Likes having Raiden, Kung Lao, and Syzoth baby sit him from time to time
❤️ Sento will also help too!! That's their grand baby after all!!
❤️ Sento’s actually a slightly difficult provlem because sometimes Kenshi wants to see when hes small but also has a habit of unsheathing the katana
❤️ ^ Luckily Sento's Guardians will scold him because he knows he's not suppose to play with the pretty sword
❤️ Which is so totally unfair btw, he might be small, but that doesn't mean he'll hurt himself!! >:/ (has accidently cut himself multiple times while small and came blubbering to you about it)
❤️ Well, he can't exactly cry because, uh, he has no . . . eyes
❤️ But his lip will start quivering and his face will get all red and he'll make the sounds of crying
❤️ It also kinda stings a bit, since his tear production will works, even if it's damaged, but doesn't have anywhere to go
❤️ Will sometimes freak out over his eyes and start gawing at them with his hands
❤️ You've gotta gently grab his hands and tell him that he's hurting himself and can't do that
❤️ In moments like these you just gotta hold him and rock him, letting him feel your heartbeat and hold onto something soft like his blankie
❤️ He's normally very good with the rules and doesn't like breaking them
❤️ Like, he knows if he draws on the floor or the walls, he's gonna have to clean it up and his pretty art won't stay, so why try it?
❤️ But if he does get in trouvle, he has a small habit of throwing hissy fits
❤️ Foot stomping, raised voice, throwing whatever he has in his hands at the ground (never you though, even in these moments he doesn't wanna hurt you)
❤️ These can usually be delt very quickly with an arms crossed and that look that just screams he's in trouble
❤️ I know he just yelled at you, but don't yell at him please
❤️ Stern voice is okay, but he will be fearful if you raise your voice and try to go hide away somewhere to feel safe again
❤️ Don't hit him either. There are times he might flinch when he knows your upset and then go completely silent on you
❤️ You've gotta just hold him and remind him that he isn't with the Yakuza anymore, they can't hurt him anymore
❤️ Best punishments for him are the naughty corner, but he has to be able to bring his blankie (more on that later)
❤️ He doesn't exactly baby regress but on days where all he can think about is his Yakkuza life, he feels very small and fuzzy and all he really wants is to be held, comforted, and loved
❤️ ^ These days he goes mostly nonverbal, and can get fussy if you don't immediately know what he wants
❤️ It's not your fault, nor his fault, he's just feeling a lot of negative emotions right now and doesn't know how to process them
❤️ When he does get that small, I can see him being a padded regressor out of comfort, but I dunno
❤️ Absolutely adores sippy cups (and cried one time because Johnny teased him for it, don't worry!! Johnny apologized for it and they made up)
❤️ Favorite regression item he owns is this smallish soft, fuzzy blankie he owns
❤️ He had to kinda hike his knees to his tummy if he wants to be wrapped in it, but it's still his favorite
❤️ This blankie is his best friend and he will drag it everywhere (never actually draws it though, kinda just holds it in his arms or on his lap)
❤️ His favorite part of the blanket is how soft and fuzzy it is because he can just shove his fave in it and appreciate the textures
❤️ Gets absolutely destroyed when you have to wash it
❤️ No amount of explaining will help your case, he'll either sit by the washer going ‘🥺’ until it's done, or will steal your blankie because it smells like you
❤️ Cuddles and physical affection is a must, especially is Sento isn't around
❤️ ^ Even if Sento is around, he still wants (silently demands) cuddles
❤️ Favorite little nicknames are Kenny, Honey, Little Guy, and Baby
❤️ Although if you called him any nickname, he'll be all giggly and hide in your shoulder
❤️ I can also see him as a kitty regressor
❤️ Will paw at your leg and snuggle on your lap, demanding head scratchies
<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3
He's my baby, I love him. 🥺
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bigmack2go · 1 year ago
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Newsies as things my family an i have saidpart two bc the other one got too long
Jack (too his newborn): naw look at you, you’re just an idiot! you can’t even do anything yet!
Baby (2 months old): *knocks something over*
Spot: you fucking idiot, why would you??
Albert (to baby): naw look at you you’re just so stupid!
Jack: can you stop calling my child stupid please?
Albert: no.
Albert: wait a minute you called him an idiot before too!
Jack: yes but he’s one year old now, he might understand you!
(In addition to that🔼 one:)
Elmer: well you called our cat fat
Jack: that’s because he actually is!
Elmer *deadpan*: well have you ever considered your son actually is stupid?
Race: listen kid
Jacks baby:
Race: it’s okay to be dumb.
Race: youre just one year old. You can’t help it.
Race: and even if you were older,
Race: that would be alright
Race: some people are just idiots
Race: and that’s okay!
Jacks baby:
Race: Alberts an idiot. And we still love him.
Race: IM an idiot
Race: and look how far i came
Race:…
Race: actually don’t look how far i came
Race: im a bad example
Jacks baby:
Race: look
Race: AHA York is an idiot
Race: and look how far he came
Race: youre gonna do wonderful
Jacks baby:🧍‍♂️
Albert: *screams back the same way the baby screams at him*
One year old: drops food
Mush: can you- EXCUSE YOU?!
Race and albert: *playing store with jacks kid*
Race: sir i‘m not sure you’re gonna pass probationary period like this. You need to stop eating the microphone.
Albert: the little Racer Higgins would like his parents to get him from the play isle
Albert: woah, i‘m a payin‘ customer np need tl scream at me
Race: Mr Kelly what did we say about takin products from customers
Albert: *whispering coworkers gossip to the kid as Racer comes in* OH HI BOSS we were just uh—
Albert: Sir, you need to pay for that! SIR! STOP THE THIEF!
One year old: babbling jsusiwhwvdkvkvbbsjsublemblemblemblemblem
Ike: same dude
Ike: i totally agree
Ike: wait really?!
Ike: *gasp* and what did you say to her???
Ike: some people just need to shut up!
Ike: no you did the right thing!
Jack: y‘know if it weren’t for the circumstances, Adolf would be a pretty neat name
Davey: WE ARE NOT NAMING OUR KID ADOLF
Race(fighting his nephews teacher): You can’t teach them that, they’ll think they’re stupid!
Race: I tried those. And I didn’t get them. How are they supposed to get it right?
Races Nephew(a first grader): uncle race I didn’t even try those yet-
Albert: why is he allowed to suck titties and i aint?
Albert: *points at baby*
(Race: because you’re gay and the kid‘s two
(Albert: how would you know that the kid is too??))
Albert: *whispers to four year old* just you wait you little— OH HI DAVEY
Albert: so when he’s missing the obvious, it’s cute but when i am it makes me an idiot?
Davey: al—
Albert: NO!
Albert: we need to normalise adults being idiots
Albert:
Davey:
Albert: actually scratch that
Albert: we need to accept that babys are idiots.
Spot: SMART „FOR HIS AGE“ And „SMART“ ARE NOT THE SAME THING
(Albert: THANK YOU)
Mush: Jack, your two year old daughter can tie better loops than your five year old son
Mush: i think she might be gifted…
Jack *LOUD*: HA
Mush: huh?
Jack: sorry im just relieved. I thought you were gonna say that he’s not
Davey to his crying 5 months old baby: ugh you’re SO melodramatic
Baby: crying
Davey: did he just fall on his face?
Davey: *sees that jack is holding the kid*
Davey: JACK WHAT DID YOU DO
Jack: HOW IS IT MY FAULT THE IDIOT IS TOO DUMB TO WALK???
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miyakuli · 2 years ago
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A Space for the Unbound
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Stand by Me
After the emotional When the Past was Around, a game I was particularly fond of, Mojiken and Toge Productions are back with another hard-hitting title. A Space for the Unbound plunges us into Indonesia in the 90s, where we follow young high-school students Raya and Atma as they confront the end of their world (I won't reveal any more than that, as the story is well worth the candle). What can I say, I can only recommend it, because once again, it's a game that left a deep mark on me:
❤ A truly moving story that touches on singularly human and mature themes. The script skilfully juggles between sweet moments and much more psychologically harsh scenes, and easily draws us in with the way it gradually distils clues about our characters and the world around us. And I'm not even going to mention the masterful ending - I still think about it with great emotion. A little gem of writing! ❤ Endearing characters, both human and animal ;) (ps: you can pet and name all the animals in the game, I'm screaming!) ❤ I'm a big fan of pixel art, and I can say that in terms of design, it's superb. From the detailed and nostalgic backgrounds, to the distinctive and memorable chara-designs, to the beautiful gameplay animations and cinematic sequences… it's a real treat! ❤ Not to mention the excellent soundtrack that accompanies the game. The music is pleasant, comforting at times, but also emotionally charged in the strong moments. And yes, the song at the end totally helped to make me cry :') ❤ Gameplay-wise, it's partly a fairly basic point & click, with little puzzles here and there that aren't too hard, but the game also offers different gameplay phases (such as QTEs and even an Ace Attorney-style court phase :p), so there's never any real sense of redundancy.
+/- I found all the quests relevant, even the more secondary ones; each one allows us to really learn about the protagonists' neighbourhood and its residents, and therefore to really feel at home there, which reinforces the nostalgic aspect of the game. On the other hand, some of them perhaps take up a little too much time for what they add to the story.
✖ Some actions require you to go back and forth quite a bit at times (and long!) ✖ Atma walks so slowly that you end up running all the time. So what's the point of the walking option x)
This is the second game from this studio that has brought tears to my eyes. They have a real talent for gently conveying emotion, through both storytelling and gameplay. I regret not having played it sooner, as it would definitely have got my vote at the Game Awards 2023, where it was nominated in the 'Game for Impact' category. Because yes, I'm not likely to forget it, and as the game wanted to teach me, cherishing your fondest memories is important for living and moving forward <3
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meaningtotellyou · 8 months ago
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i feel like most people these days don't actually know WTF virtue signaling is, like if someone that voted for kamala (actually tired to make it so trump wouldn't get a presidency again which like correct me if I' m fucking wrong is actually supporting the cause against right wing extremism and oh idk the potential decline into total fascism under trump???) wants to make friendships bracelets as a way to not only cope but maybe as a way to be like hey i promise not to hate crime you like i think that's valid and fine personally. I feel like third party voters virtue signal the most then point fingers at people that actually get how this country functions and vote in ways that are productive and helpful to any causes instead of voting for fucking JILL STEIN OR RFK JR im gonna SCREAM also my dumb fuck idiot of a brother didn't bother to vote before he left the country and i just had to deal with him crying about trump winning and his daughters being mad at him in the car and its like well why tf didn't you vote before you left you fucking idiot, you have two half Taiwanese daughters who are both neurodivergent and queer ofc they're going to be pissed at you for not fucking voting
YOURE RIGHT and i also cannot feel sorry for the otherwise unbothered people now crying because he won. if you sat and did nothing then you got EXACTLY what you clearly wanted
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acredb · 1 year ago
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🩶 - Hey! Please ramble about your current favorite AU you have, it can be an AU of anything. I love when people lore dump on me <3
hi anon! i have so many AUs that I can't pick a favourite, so i might just give a [not so] quick summary of all if thats okay!
Shattered Souls- JSaB [with headcanons from the pink corruption] AU
MC: Cube
This AU was probably the one that got me through some of my darkest thoughts, and because I was a mere youngin when I created it, it's obviously mostly foom, gloom and despair. Not long after the [pink] Corruption ended across Paradise, when all the corripted shapes were either purified/cured, reformed or exterminated, one of Cube's friends, Lycan, decided to host a house party in his and the other hero's favour. Several toasts were made, a lot of noise and commotion, loud thank yous and sorrys, you get the point. Now the thing is it that Cube sucks at social interaction, even in Present Era SS. Man's trying his best to hold out, but the large crowds are doing numbers for his already frazzled nerves and he ends up closing himself in the bathroom, trying to avoid a panic attack. He kinda succeeds, kinda fails, and this is where one of the recurring themes in SS starts to come into play: possession. While he's trying to avoid a nerbous breakdown, a little spooky demon thing ever so kindly tries to influence him to let þem take control. Unfortunately, because Cube’s stress and nerves are lying on beds of needles, þey don’t even need a ‘yes’ from him, and end up starting to poison his thoughts, his words, his actions. He catches on, though, and leaves the house party in a rush, Heli sees him, and follows after. She loses him, before finsing him again, kneeling [almost limp] in a clearing of the nearby forests/woodlands. She goes to help, and he, uh, violently and brutally kills her. Well, not him. Anyway, when the sneaky demon bratty boy[neutral] decides þey’re done with him, they leave him to pass out and wake up later, next to the bleeding corpse of one of his closest friends! How thoughtful! When he comes to, he [understandably] freaks out. Mental breakdown level freaks out. Holding the desecrated body of that helicopter in his arms, blood dripping down his hands, his jaw, he ends up crying, screaming apologies to the corpse in his arms, not noticing the rustling in the bushes behind him. Speaking of the bushes, behind them peeked a golden coloured hexagon, whose eyes immediately widened when she saw the carnage. Holy shit. Cube just fucking murdered someone. Also freaking out, she runs off, shaken, while Cube, also shaken with no idea of what to do now, just leaves Heli there while he also flees. [Man didn’t even bury her…for shame… /j] Cut to him back at his house, desperately trying to wash the blood off his hands, his robes, under his nails, between his fingers…but oh god, the feeling isn’t going away…so he gives up. He doesn’t look bloody at least…man proceeds to pack up his shit to throw in the wash when he’s calm enough to think again. Which he isn’t. No matter how many times he wipes his cheeks, the tears just keep flooding back. So what can he do? He can’t go to the cops, they’ll have his head on a stick! B’sides, who’d even believe him? He blacked out in a forest and woke up near a corpse? How totally believable! So he doesn’t do anything. Super productive, I know. /j Eventually, the cops do come knocking, asking about the disappearance of some helicopter from the Cyan Peninsula, and asking him if he knows anything because he was close to her. Cube’s starting to freak out, not gonna lie. Uh oh. He tries his damndest to make his fear look like nervousness, worry, an allat, and it seems to work, even though the police don’t seem to believe him. They ask a couple questions, he gives a couple answers, they seem satisfied, and it all runs smoothly. Up until he’s mailed a letter about a court trial. Shit. Gonna skip some parts, Cube gets found guilty of murder and exiled, before people find out about the demons from other experiences/sources. He’s told he can come back, which he barely believes. He’s just scared to, to be honest. I mean, he hasn’t been so stressed in his life. Amd of course, because ol’ acred’s AUs here can’t have a moment of peace, when Cube returns some kind of sickness starts to spread, spreading through the landscape via some black goo/slime subtance amd through shapes by turning the-
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Keeping Your Vision Intact: Balancing Funding Choices with Ethical Leadership Goals
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Alright, let’s say you’re out here trying to launch your social enterprise like that dream business you’ve been hyping up in your group chat, maybe even aiming for a global partnership that’ll make you the talk of the town.
But here’s the tea: figuring out how to fund your social enterprise, whether by bootstrapping with your own coins or chasing venture capital (VC), is like choosing between cooking dinner with whatever’s in your fridge or trusting a sketchy takeout spot. Both can leave you hungry and stressed.
I’ve seen businesses flop hard from picking the wrong path, so picture us grabbing tacos at 2 a.m, and I’m gonna spill all the realness on why both options can be a total mess and how to pick one that won’t have you crying into your salsa. No biz school nonsense, just pure, easy-peasy advice like we’re vibing IRL.
The Bootstrap Struggle: DIY Life Ain’t Always a Slay
Bootstrapping is when you fund your biz with your own cash, think your savings, that side-hustle money, or whatever you scrape from early sales.
It sounds like a full-on flex, like you’re this scrappy superstar building your social enterprise without begging for handouts. But, no cap, it’s often a vibe-killing grind that can leave you broke, exhausted, and ready to yeet your dreams out the window.
Here’s the deal: you’re stuck with whatever’s in your bank account. If you’ve got $2,000 saved up, good luck competing with brands that can afford legit ads, a website that doesn’t look like it’s from the MySpace era, or even enough product to fill an Etsy shop.
You’re out here DIY-ing everything like it’s a Pinterest fail, using free tools that crash mid-edit, designing a logo that screams “I tried,” or pulling all-nighters because hiring help? Please, that’s a pipe dream.
I’ve seen bootstrapped founders skip coffee runs to pay for an X ad that got, like, three likes. It’s not giving “main character energy” it’s giving stress sweat.
Scaling up? That’s like trying to go viral with no Wi-Fi. Wanna open a new shop or drop a new product? Cool, but how, when you’re still paying off that credit card you maxed out for some business cards?
Bootstrapping means you’re riding solo, with no fancy investors to slide you into big networks or open doors. If you mess up, there’s no backup, just you, your bank account, and a whole lot of “oh no” vibes.
The worst part? The pressure can snuff out your spark. You started your social enterprise to change the world, but you’re so busy stressing about bills and DIY-ing every little thing that you forget why you even cared.
Bootstrapping sounds like a slay, but it can trap you in a loop of just barely keeping it together.
The Venture Capital Drama: Big Coins, Bigger Chaos
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Now, venture capital sounds like the ultimate glow-up. You pitch your idea to some rich investors, they toss you a fat stack of cash, and boom, you’re living the startup life, maybe even building that global partnership you’ve been manifesting.
But hold up, bestie, VC isn’t a fairy godmother with a money wand. It’s more like signing a deal with a shady influencer who wants to control your whole aesthetic.
Getting Venture Capitalist money for your global partnership dreams is like trying to get VIP tickets to a sold-out concert. Investors get a million pitches, and unless you’re TikTok-famous or know their cousin, you’re just another DM in their spam folder.
Even if you score a meeting, you’re in for months of chaos, tweaking your pitch deck until you’re seeing Comic Sans in your nightmares, answering a zillion questions, and maybe flying across the country for a 10-minute “maybe.”
I’ve seen founders waste a whole year chasing VC cash that never came. Talk about a glow-down.
If you do get the bag, congrats you’ve just sold a chunk of your business. Investors don’t drop cash because they’re feeling generous; they want a piece of your company and a say in how it’s run.
Suddenly, your passion project feels like it’s been hijacked. They’ll push you to grow faster than a TikTok trend, even if it means ditching the ethical leadership training that was your whole vibe.
Want to keep things chill and meaningful? Sorry, Venture Capitalist want their money back with a side of 10x returns, so they’ll nudge (or straight-up shove) you to chase whatever’s hot, especially if it’s not you.
And the stress? It’s giving main-character-in-a-thriller energy. That big check comes with a timer ticking louder than a reality show cliffhanger.
Investors want results, like, yesterday. If your growth stalls or you miss a target, they’re side-eyeing you, maybe even swapping you out for someone they think can “handle it.”
I’ve seen founders get yeeted from their own companies because they couldn’t keep up with VC demands. It’s like inviting a control-freak friend to your party who takes over the aux cord.
The Middle Ground: It’s Not All a Hot Mess
Okay, both paths sound like drama, but don’t spiral, there’s hope. The key is knowing your biz and your limits. Bootstrapping can be a total vibe if you don’t need much cash to start, like if you’re selling your killer baking skills or running a low-key coaching gig.
You keep all the control, and every dollar you make feels like a TikTok-worthy win. But if your biz needs big coins upfront, like for product runs or legit ads, bootstrapping might keep you stuck in the slow lane, sipping off-brand soda forever.
VC can be a game-changer if you’re ready to scale faster than a viral meme and don’t mind sharing the spotlight.
It’s clutch for businesses that need serious cash to compete, like tech startups or brands going global. But you gotta be cool with playing by their rules and handling the heat of rapid growth.
To avoid the chaos, be smart. If you bootstrap, set goals you can actually hit and don’t let pride stop you from asking for help later.
If you go VC, do your homework, find investors who vibe with your heart, like ones who’d stan ethical leadership training, and read every contract like it’s a shady DM. Either way, you’re taking a risk, so don’t bet your whole vibe on it.
How to Choose Without Losing Your Spark
Here’s a chill way to figure out which path won’t wreck your soul:
Check Your Coin Situation: If your biz can start small with low costs, bootstrap. If you need big bucks for product or ads, VC might be your move.
Know Your Boss Energy: Love calling all the shots? Bootstrap. Cool with sharing power? VC could work.
Think About Speed: Wanna grow chill and steady? Bootstrap. Need to take over the market ASAP? VC’s your vibe.
Peep Your Squad: Got connections to grow without investors? Bootstrap. Need big players to open doors? VC might help.
Brace for Drama: Bootstrapping’s financial stress; VC’s investor stress. Pick your flavor of chaos.
Scroll X or hit up other founders in your DMs to hear their stories, what worked, what flopped. And don’t rush jumping into either path without a plan is like ordering food from a sketchy app with no reviews. Big yikes.
The Real-Tea
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Whether you bootstrap or chase venture capital, both roads are messy AF, and neither guarantees you’ll be running an award-winning biz or dodging epic fails. Bootstrapping can leave you broke and burned out, stuck in a loop of scraping by.
VC can turn your dream into someone else’s TikTok, with investors acting like they own your whole vibe. The right path depends on your biz, your goals, and how much drama you can handle.
Take your time, weigh the risks, and don’t fall for the hype, whether it’s the “bootstrap baddie” fantasy or the “VC glow-up” myth that promises you’ll win awards overnight.
Your social enterprise deserves a plan that keeps you shining, not just surviving, so you can keep chasing that global partnership without losing your spark.
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forestryfae · 2 years ago
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"can people please be quiet with teh doors" "yeah you can have attention tomorrow" FUCK OFF. DIE. I CAN SLAM THE DOOR AT FUCKING EIGHT PM IF I WANT TO, FUCK OFF WITH THE TALKING TO EVERYONE THROUGH SNAPCHAT CUS YOU HAVE A PROBELM WITH ONE PERSON AND THE SECOND CUNT. man i am SO glad he sSO much better and more mature than everyone else, he totally is so much better than me for not slamming doors and he has SUCH a good handle on his emotions that when hes mad or annoyed or cranky he doesnt just straight up insult people or get bitchy or bite at them or act like a complete cunt, he totally didnt completely stop talking to a friend just cus she didnt liek him romantically, he totally doesnts it in the livingroom being crankya nd sulky and bitchy all fucking day so its uncomfortable for everyone else to sit in there.
not that anyone has any issue with it when this third guy slams the front door and slams the chair when he moves it and all that shit without being fucking angry or upset, he does it just for fun. noone complains when he and this girl literally ran like fucign idiots up the stairs and made a huge fucking racket at nearly 11. the same guy who slams the doors for fun fucking played music at full volume WITH bass for months and noone complained cus hes "sensitive". i can hear someones fucking music right now and its not that looud but its still fucking annoying, and it usually lasts until WAY past 11
but if i get angry its "attention whore" and "dont slam doors" and i dont see ANYONE and if im still angry when they come to talk to me noone wants to be around me. fuck me, im not allowed to be angry ever and when i am and its fucking righteous and fair and welldeserved im still a bitch and i need to widen my tolerance window. FUCK that
and somehow im supposed to make friends and be a productive member of society and live on my own independently?? how the fuck am i suppose dto do that when im not allowed to do shit. i cant try to be social, i cant be sad or upset, i cant be happy or someone will do their best to ruin that, i cant be angry, i cant even be fucking hungry or tired, theres noever any excuse that is good enough and its all my fault because i dont take responsibility, and no matter what im always fucking annoying everyone. noone is ever on my team either cus it entierly depends on whether or not they agree or disagree with me, whether theyre annoyed at me or not, and whether its a neccessity that isnt fulfilled that im not worth enough to be allowed to have. everything is my fault, im not given any grace that is given to anyone else because i dont fucking deserve it, i am awarded nothing for being capable of doing things that are hard for me no matter what because i dont fucking deserve it for doing the bare minimum, i dont deserve to be helped and im not good enough to get help no matter what i do, im inherently THE worst person in the world and no matter how little i care about myself and how little i feel just to make other people comfortable its never going to be enough
youd think not hitting people or breaking stuff and only slamming doors even though youre fuckign furious and could scream and bite people was on some level actually a good thing. and yet here i am being told im an attention whore for slamming a door and hiding in my room and crying as quietly as i can so noone can fucking hear me. cus im not fucking allowed to be upset and removing myself from a situation that fucking infuriates me and makes me want to scream. ud think removing myslef so i dont scream at people cus people dont like that would be a good thing but no. thats also fucking bad. not that anyone fucking cares either, staff doesnt come check on me. staff doesnt care. my parents dont care. friends dont give a shit. noones gonna come comfort me or actually help with the underlying issue or the constant repeating pattern of bullshit. nah fuck that its my fault for being angry at bullshit to begin with. im an asshole for this, noone else is at blame for being shit at communication or treating me like shit, and i just need to stop having any emotions that annoy other people. god fuck off and eat shit. what the fuck.
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bendydudeinc · 2 years ago
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YOU GUYS ARE INSANE. I just started writing on here like a week ago, to be honest I didn’t think I was doing that well, and I already have nearly 500 likes in total. Thank you incredibly so much for supporting me, I’m having so much fun!
Now, for a little late Valentine’s Day treat because what kind of father would I be if I didn’t feed you sluts?? February 14th is overrated anyway (all characters are aged up 18+/when they become pro hero’s)
MHA CHARACTERS AND HOW THEY’D SPEND VALENTINES DAY WITH YOU💘
Izuku
Absolutely loves spoiling his baby for Valentine’s Day ugh
Makes your favorite breakfast
Gives you head and makes you cum on his face at least twice before you get up to eat
Runs a rose and salt bath for you and gives you a massage after
Sends chocolate and flowers straight to the house for you
Sweet texts throughout the day even when you’re next to him hehe
“Hey baby you look so beautiful next to me on your phone rn”
Loves making cute home-made anniversary gifts together awh
Sends you a video of him jerking off in the bathroom as you watch TV
You send one back of you cumming on the vibrator he got you as one of your presents
Ravages you on the couch when he comes back
The cutest notes ever on all your gifts omg
LOVES home-made meals and staying in with his baby for holidays
Let’s you help will Valentine’s Day dinner and teases you the whole time
Grazes your ass or kisses your neck every time he passes you in the kitchen
Get ready for the most sensual, skin on skin, sweaty, lewd sex you’ve ever had in your life
Shower with round two after of course. Uses the shower head on you until you’re shaking uncontrollably <3
Makes hearts on your body with hickeys and takes pictures to “admire later”
Katsuki
Imma be straight up, he thinks Valentine’s Day is fucking stupid
BUT. We all know he’s sensitive. If he knows you like it, it’s all for you
Sends stuff to your work so everyone knows you’re taken
Gets you a ton of presents, boys rich
Takes you out after work to all of your favorite stores and lets you pick out anything you want
Nearly gets hard in public when you innocently pick out a cute lingerie set
Scoffs at all the cringy Valentine’s Day gifts, makes you giggle
Angrily makes out with you in public whenever anyone dares glance at you
Gets you matching boxers hehe
Gets “annoyed” and acts patronized when you get him gifts but secretly keeps them forever
Orders food to the house, prefers spending the evening alone with you
LOTS of physical affirmation. Precious boy gets nervous with words
Mmmmm body praise. Not one inch of you is left untouched or without kisses
Is touching you all evening and night long, gets you worked up over hours of tantalizing foreplay
The sex is rough, needy, and filthy. You see god multiple times throughout it
He has stamina like the devil. Can’t handle it? Yes you can he makes you handle it
Wax play
Makes you scream and cry so everyone knows you have the best fuck for Valentine’s Day
Amajiki
SWEET BABY AH he definitely likes Valentine’s Day
He’s embarrassed by it, but loves the cringy couple stuff
Makes you breakfast in bed and runs you a bath with all your fav self care products
Couples face masks and matching pjs omg cute
You both get each other a ton of gifts
So many stuffies for you
Lots of validation and kisses for both of you all day <3
Doesn’t care if you go out or stay in, just wants to be with you
Looks soooo good in a suit if you decide to go out though, teases you for it over dinner oh lawd
Long, sweet, sensual sex. Lots of switching and very vocal
Tentacles, overstimulation mmmhmmm
Loves seeing you brain dead and melting from pleasure on top of him
Loves cumming inside of you and claiming you
He’s soooo soo sensitive, could cum from your voice
So fun to overstimulate him and see his face contort in embarrassment and pleasure <3
You fall asleep in his arms, him whispering how thankful he is to have you
Mina
THE goddess of Valentine’s Day
Expects you to ask her to be your Valentine. SO excited when you do
You make Valentines breakfast for each other and watch cute movies
Shower together afterwards and suck each other to tears
Matching Valentines Day outfits or she refuses to go out in public
Valentines shopping spree, you spoil each other hella
Matching lingerie sets, you take a bunch of sexy Polaroid photos
At home couples nail and spa day
Her Valentines makeup would be amazing too omg, she’d giggle at how flustered her beauty makes you
Lots of cute pictures of her and you together are getting posted
You both leave the other persons name spelled in hickeys on your thigh
take her to all her favorite sight seeing places and bring some 🍃
Mmmhmmmm high car sex with Mina
You get mcdonalds and get stoned for Valentines dinner
You watch the sunset and 69 on your back patio hehe
Denki
I think he’d hate Valentine’s Day until he gets with you. Then he’s all over it
You wake up to him kissing down your body, marking every memorized sensitive spot
“Goodmorning sweetheart. Happy national fucking day” that had made you giggle
He insisted on making you breakfast despite your protests
He sucks at cooking. You ended up convincing him to make it together
You feed each other messy ass pancakes while trying to keep a straight face
It turns into both of you giggling uncontrollably and covered in syrup
Which turns into you spread across the table as he cleans maple syrup off of your body with his tongue
Takes you out wherever you want, but I think he’d like going to a bar
Sexy matching valentines outfits gahhh
Y’all are practically humping each other at the bar
Fucks you like a wild man in the bar bathroom when one of your dances gets him too riled up
Fucks you again when you’re home, the slow kind that drives you insane
You have a gift exchange for each other, he def spoils his baby
Gets you a ton of cringy Valentines Day stuff for you both to laugh at
Can’t keep his hands off you, touching you in some way all day
Mmm electricity play and overstimulation after you smoke weed
Shotou
Doesn’t really get the whole Valentine’s Day thing, but is happy to just be with you
Goes wherever you want no hesitation, keeps asking what else you want to do after each activity
Has his hands touching you in some way almost all day
Gets everything you look at despite you saying not to, boy has hella money y’all
Gets you two the most beautiful promise rings ever
Little simp is grinning at you all day, just can’t stop admiring you
Gets you every different flower bouquet at the store because he forgot your favorite and didn’t wanna miss anything
It made him really happy when you hung all of them up in the kitchen to dry and keep after a few weeks
He has hearts in his eyes when you show off all your new clothes for him
He ends up getting you off on his thigh and cumming in his pants
“Sorry honey. You looked so wonderful putting on a show for me.”
Oh fuck this man looks good in a suit, and he knows it gets you
Takes you out somewhere fancy for dinner and squeezes your thigh every time the waiter talks to you
Makes you cum under the table with just his finger grazing your heat through your clothes
He knows you get yourself worked up seeing him so handsome
No I don’t think you understand. He looks so absolutely sexy in a godamn suit
Finally gets you home after dinner and fucks you sensually in missionary for hours
Fills you up with load upon load
Your pleasure is his
Goes absolutely feral hearing you moan his name
“Just like that sweetheart, messy little thing. Making me feel so good.”
Aizawa
Oh lawd almighty. You’re his all day no matter what
Prefers staying home with you, needs to be all over you all the time
Deep, passionate kisses all over your body as if it’s the last time he’ll ever touch you
Marks you up real good and takes pics to admire later
Makes you all three meals and literally doesn’t let you do any work all day
Takes you out somewhere nice for dinner after you beg him, you want to dress up
He’s not complaining, he doesn’t stop checking you out once over dinner
Makes you wear something that reveals the love bites on your neck
Gives you a full body massage and fucks you in the bath when you get home
Loves the way your moans echo off the bathroom walls. Makes sure you’re loud for him
Gets you your favorite flowers and a basket full of all your favorite snacks and goodies
Leaves it on the table for you to find because he doesn’t like being sappy
Gets you a new vibrator and lingerie set to try out in front of him
Ties you up suspended in the air when you get too shy and try to cover your crotch
Makes you look at him as you cry for mercy and beg him to remove the vibrator from you
He doesn’t, loves the way you soak through your lingerie as you gush into your underwear over and over
Licks the mess off of you and proceeds to give you head for another hour of overwhelming sensitivity
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Hair emergencies [E. M]
Eddie Munson x reader
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"Eddie?" you asked, slamming the trailer door hard "Ed?" you repeated in a scream, without stopping your blows. He hadn't been to school that day and you thought he was just being lazy, but what really bothered you was that you spent a whole hour waiting for him in the theater room with the Hellfire club and he never showed up. That's why you drove so late to the Munson trailer.
“Y/N?” you heard from inside. His voice sounded weird, like something was covering his nose, and your first thought was that he was sick.
"It's me, can I come in?"
"Nope!" he practically screeched, making you frown.
"Are you sick?"
"No, just… go away, please"
"What is the matter with you?" you exclaimed in confusion, getting as close as possible to the door to try and hear something. "Why didn't you go to Hellfire today?" you murmured. There was no response from the other end and that was the straw that broke the camel's back of your concern "Eddie?" you repeated with fear, without being able to imagine what was so bad as to have left the most talkative boy you knew in the world speechless.
It was then that the door opened and your body fell slightly inwards, revealing a figure standing shyly. Eddie was wearing red pajama bottoms with black plaid, a shirt so worn you couldn't even read the band's name anymore, and his eyes were red and puffy. But what caught your attention the most were the strands of blonde hair that were cut unevenly.
“I look horrible” he cried, flopping down against you for a hug. You had to confess that you imagined something very different from that, so you were surprised.
"What the hell…? What happened Eddie?” you asked, looking over his shoulder at the tangle of curly hair. It was enough to inhale a little to realize that he smelled of peroxide and understand what had happened "Did you try to dye your hair?" you exhaled, hearing you unintentionally amused, while he continued to cry on your shoulder. You forced him to separate from you so you could look at him more closely and no matter how hard you tried you couldn't help but burst out laughing.
"Don't mock!" he sobbed loudly, as he hugged himself. He really looked shattered and you pulled him back into a hug, placing your cheek against his.
"Oh, Ed…" you murmured pityingly, running your hand up and down his back. "How did this happen, honey?"
“I thought it would be easy and the box said to leave it on for 30 minutes, but I wanted it to look lighter so I could paint it differently and I left it on for 1 hour, and then when I took it off the hair got all nasty and it started to fall and I wanted to cut it, but it looks horrible and Wayne isn't here to help me and I'm… my God I'm so ugly” he stammered, then burst into tears again. You really wanted to laugh at the situation, but you knew that Eddie would never forgive you so you did your best to stay calm while trying to calm him down.
“Yeah, yeah, my love. It's okay, we can fix it” you exclaimed, maintaining the soft tone with which you would speak to a small child who had just ruined something with a mischief. A smile crept onto your lips as you did this, but he couldn't see you.
You kept holding him for a while until he finished crying and when he did you lifted his face with both hands. He had a red nose and the same eyes, which made you feel a lot of compassion and in a certain way tenderness too.
"Do you really think you can fix it?" he asked as he rubbed the back of his hand to wipe away his tears.
"Yes, I can do it," you said gently, as you took his hand and led him to a bench in the kitchen. You went to his bathroom to get some scissors and there you found strands of hair along with the box of dye, as well as a pair of gloves full of product. You shook your head, totally amused, and went back to him, who was already a little calmer "I have to cut the damaged part, but I'll try to make it as long as possible, okay?" you said in his direction, receiving a nod.
"Okay"
It wasn’t such a difficult task to cut his hair, since regularly Wayne was the one who did it and always let it grow like a mane. Eddie felt your hands taking strands and cutting them, the sound of the scissors filling the silence of the room. After a long time you finally managed to get rid of the blond and burned strands of him, leaving him a cut above shoulder height, almost at the level of his ears.
"All set, handsome," you said cheerfully. He had already stopped crying, but he still looked quite sad "Don't worry, it's not that bad"
"Are you serious?" he asked, guiding one of his hands to his messy mop of hair. "Jeez, I'm so fucking stupid," he sighed, throwing his head back and closing his eyes in obvious pain. You walked over to him and wrapped your arms around him, allowing yourself a small laugh.
“How did you think leaving the dye in twice as long was such a good idea?” you scoffed, hoping he wouldn't start crying again. But instead you heard him let out a bitter laugh against your chest "What color were you going to paint it?"
"Red" he replied, feeling extremely embarrassed.
"Next time ask me for help, airhead" you exclaimed amused, while you left a kiss on his crown. The atmosphere was more relaxed and Eddie felt calm now that you had come to fix it. Your very presence made him feel better.
“Do you still like me like this?”
"This dumb?" you joked, but from the bite he gave you on the side you figured he wasn't very amused “Of course I like you, Eddie. I like you, not your hair”
"Thanks for coming. I probably would have shaved my head out of desperation,” he confessed. He raised his head in your direction and stretched his lips towards you for a kiss, which you gave without complaint. The contact made the tension in his shoulders disappear and he practically melted in your arms, completely forgetting the stress that had accompanied him all afternoon. "Will you stay tonight?" he asked in a whisper, desperate that this kiss wasn't the only one he received that day.
And well, to those bright and pretty eyes you could never say no.
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