#but i genuinely hope that the woman in the video is safe
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velvetvexations Ā· 17 days ago
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as an autistic trans man, sometimes I feel less safe in public presenting as a man than as a woman, because, especially in certain places, man + visibly autistic tends to be more often falsely read as "dangerous and predatory" than when people read me as a woman.
Yeah, as an autistic trans woman who doesn't pass, I feel that. <3
Honestly thank you so much for what you do on this app. I'm so glad there's people who are actually willing to stand with trans men instead of pulling the "um well I have it worse so do NOT talk about your own oppression EVER or else you're a transmisogynist!" I'm so happy I found your blog and I hope you have a great week <3
I hope you have a great week as well!
Eh a long while ago Chris Fleming made a video making fun of polyamorous people which used a lot of the same hurtful stereotypes society already perpetuates against us and Iā€™ve not paid attention since
Noted, as someone who is also poly.
i wish the queer community didnt put so much emphasis on sexuality labels like i just want to have sex why do i need to put a word to it
very valid
about the dropout ā€œdiscourseā€: hot take but real life people are not representation. theyre people. real people are not queerbaiting you and real people happening to not be transfem (and I have literally seen transfems in some dropout episodes theyre just not part of the main cast) is not a lack of representation. these are real people. stop* *not you, the people being shitty about it
the complaint is not in any way coming from a genuine place tbh
hey! i just wanted to let you know how much your blog means to me as a trans guy. you and your reblogs have given me hope at trans unity, and lets me know that i-- that we-- aren't alone. so thank you for everything you do, and i greatly appreciate your support and look up to you šŸ’›
Thank you. <3
i redownloaded etsy recently and seeing all the trans stuff saved to my favorites is so sad. i used to feel happy and proud and i wanted to be open about being transmasc. but since all the discourse got worse i just. cant bring myself to feel like it matters. it makes me feel like im trans and yet i will never matter the way other trans people do.
You do matter anon, I promise. I love you, you matter, and I'm glad you're here.
As a trans guy a lot of the self-ID'd TME transmascs weird me out so much. Like why do they all sound like "I am so strong and my power to Harm Women is immense. I could do it so much and I feel the pull to the Transmisogynist Dark Side but *unsheaths sword* I will protect them instead with my big strong testosterone arms from my fellow men" like what even is that. Who is into this.
it's so incredibly obviously bad but it reinforces some people's victim complexes so it's praxis now
a trans person will joke about their experience and a trf will jump in to assume theyre a white transmasc who has never ever faced any real difficulties for being trans
every time
Out of the many, many stupid ideas in this dumb discourse, I've finally decided the one I hate the most is that underlying implication that transmascs just aren't trans enough. It's so gross seeing people imply that we aren't really trans. Our dysphoria is minimal discomfort at most, apparently. I've seen people post about and imply that transmascs will never understand not feeling like a person or being unable to live a life pre transition and that's why we have privilege, i guess - are you kidding me? It's like our experiences are a joke to these people who are clearly so wrapped up in their online discourse bubble that they're just detached from what it's like for trans people as a whole. Sorry for the vent (would rather not post this on main and I don't have anyone to talk to) but it's just the most grating part. Also it's like. Low-key transmed shit. Thought we left that behind, c'mon.
transmeds are like ants they come back every summer
i wish TRFs had a label they proudly called themselves so i could jsut go through their tags and block them, but noooooo they HAVE to frame their transphobic bullshit as Brilliant Transfeminist Theory. like atleast radfems are fucking honest about being radfems
That's part of why I made antigonism a label for anti-TRFs to call themselves~!
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libraryofgage Ā· 1 year ago
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PJO Steddie Four
One | Two | Three
I am once again posting hfjkds
Anyway! Here's the next PJO AU! We get to see some interactions between Steve and some goddesses, some more hints at El's parent, and some Steddie at the end
Stick around to the very end for a meme!
As always, if you see any typos, no you didn't ;)
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Five Weeks Before Meeting Eddie
Steve and the kids are spread out across a department store in Pennsylvania when he, Lucas, and Erica run into the most aesthetically pleasing woman any of them have ever seen. Her face is almost otherworldly, and Steve can't find any blemishes or imperfections in her dark skin. Her hair is a perfect afro, bouncy and decorated with little heart-shaped clips made of real gemstones, the kind of style Erica keeps trying for but always falls short of. She's wearing a short dress; it's orange, flows nicely around her knees, and is paired with white wedges.
The sight of her strikes all of them a little dumb, too distracted by appreciating her beauty to wonder why she seemed to show up out of nowhere. To their credit, Erica and Steve manage to avert their gazes when the woman's eyes glance over them. Lucas, however, continues to stare, his head tilted and his brows furrowed in thought before he lights up with recognition.
"Mom!" he exclaims, dropping the windbreaker in his hands. He smiles brightly as he rushes over, stopping just short of running into the woman. "What are you doing here?"
The woman, who Steve now realizes is Aphrodite, smiles at Lucas with a genuine warmth that relaxes him a little. "Hello, dear," she says, her voice clear and soothing as she cups Lucas's cheek and tilts his head up. "You're looking lively."
"I've been having a lot of fun," he tells her. Lucas then looks over his shoulder and waves Erica and Steve over. "This is Steve. He's been protecting us."
Erica rushes over ahead of Steve, not bothering to hold herself back from hugging Aphrodite's waist like Lucas. She buries her face in her mother's dress as the hug is returned. "I haven't seen you in years," Aphrodite says, pulling back enough to crouch in front of Erica and study her. "You've been growing so well."
"Do you like my hair?" Erica asks, showing a rare childish side as she gestures to her afro-puffs. "Steve helped!"
And this seems to be Steve's cue to introduce himself. When Aphrodite looks up and stands, he smiles politely and nods to her. "Hi, nice to meet you," he says, wondering if he's being too informal. The other goddesses he's met didn't seem to mind, though, and Aphrodite's smile reassures him.
"And you as well, Steve. Thank you for looking after my children all this time," she says, placing one hand on Erica's head and the other on Lucas's shoulder. "I've heard about you from the other goddesses and just had to see what the fuss was about."
"There's a fuss?" Steve asks. He's not sure it's such a good thing for the gods on Olympus to be talking about him. "All good, I hope."
"Good enough," Aphrodite says, her smile dimming slightly as she takes a deep breath. She looks down at Erica and Lucas. "Why don't you two go find something nice? It'll be a gift from me."
Lucas doesn't immediately understand what she means, but Erica does. She nods once and grabs Lucas's hand. "C'mon, I wanna look at the video games," she says, dragging him along.
Once they're out of earshot, Aphrodite looks at Steve. Her smile has become polite. "I truly am grateful that you've been taking care of them," she says, and Steve starts to get a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach, "but I must ask that you take them back to their father."
"What? Why?" Steve asks, frowning slightly.
Aphrodite sighs and crosses her arms loosely. "Several reasons, really," she says. "You attract monsters, Steve. I mean, you are his child. Lucas and Erica were safe at home, surrounded by human children and their human father. Not to mention, your...sister."
Steve tenses, his nerves on edge with just one word. "What about my sister?" he asks, narrowing his eyes slightly. There isn't much he can do against a goddess, but he isn't scared to fight one for any of the kids, especially his sister.
"Well, I'm sure she's a very nice girl," Aphrodite starts, her voice soft and placating, but it doesn't change the anger her words incite. "But that doesn't change the danger my children are in because of her."
Knowing where this was going does nothing to quell the anger that simmers in Steve at her words. "My sister is not a danger to anybody," he says. Then he considers the words and adds, "Well, she's only a danger to the people who threaten her and her loved ones, which includes your children."
Aphrodite sighs once more, her bottom lip jutting out just slightly in what Steve knows should be a sympathetic pout, but it just comes across as patronizing. "She cannot control her powers. One slip-up, and my children ar--"
"She doesn't slip up," Steve says, interrupting Aphrodite, "El, of all people, is the most aware of herself." He takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself when he feels the anger crackling under his skin. Too much more and the sky will start to cloud over with thunder and lightning. "I get your concerns, but El isn't a danger."
He looks up at Aphrodite in time to see her frown, and even that expression is beautiful on her. "It doesn't matter how self-aware she is. Slipping is inevitable, and she will face my wrath if my children are hurt. That is a promise, Steve."
If Steve has learned anything from reading myths, it's that he shouldn't anger the gods, and he especially shouldn't anger the goddesses. But now El has been threatened. His sister, one of his kids, has been threatened. So, you know, he can probably be forgiven for what he says next.
"If you touch El or any of the other kids, I swear to the gods, I will make your fit over the golden apple look like a tadpole's temper tantrum," he says, his voice low as he glares at Aphrodite.
He watches as her shoulders rise, leaning back slightly, and her expression morphs into something mixed between angry and dumbfounded. "Did you just threaten me?" she asks.
Steve sees the question for what it is: a chance to take back his words and pretend they never happened. All things considered, it's generous and unexpected from a goddess. Steve doesn't actually care, though. "Yeah, I did. Those kids are under my care, even if they are little shits most of the time. I've fought for them and almost died for them multiple times. Anything that wants to hurt one of them has to go through me, whether that's monsters or gods. So, don't threaten them, because I'd hate to fight you in front of Lucas or Erica."
In the silence that follows, bland pop music plays over the department store's speakers, reminding Steve of where they are. He really just threatened Aphrodite in the middle of Macy's. Well, at least this will be a fun story to tell later.
"Well," Aphrodite finally says, sniffing once and looking down at Steve, "your arrogance is familiar." She lets that dig about Steve's godly parent rest between them for a few seconds. "Fine. I hope neither of us will ever have to act on our threats."
"Yeah. Me, too," Steve says, that anger starting to calm to a subtle buzz.
Aphrodite nods once. "The others were right about you. You are entertaining, and I can...respect your protectiveness regarding the children. I don't like you, though."
"I'll be honest, the feeling is mutual right now."
Their gazes hold for a few more seconds before Aphrodite nods once more in acknowledgment. Steve's anger fully settles then, disappearing until the next time his emotions start to stir. "I'm going to accompany Lucas and Erica for a while and get them some new clothes. I'll send them to you when we're done," she says, turning on her heel and walking in the direction that Erica pulled Lucas before Steve can respond.
He watches her leave, a frown tugging at his lips before he sighs. That meeting didn't go great, but it definitely could have been worse. Steve turns and goes to find El, needing to reassure himself that she's safe before he can completely relax.
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Eddie gets to see Steve's favor with the goddesses in action on the second day of driving. The kids are starting to argue more than talk, and Eddie will admit that he needs to stretch his legs, so Steve agrees that it's time to stop and find a hotel.
"Can we get one with a pool?" Max asks, having to shout from the back row of seats to make sure Steve hears her.
Steve glances at her in the rearview mirror before sighing. "Yeah, I guess we can try," he says, quickly returning his gaze to the road before clearing his throat. The kids all quiet down, and the van is silent for the first time in hours. "Uh, Hestia, if you've got the time, I'd appreciate some guidance to a place we can stay for the night. The kids would like one with a pool, but just a place where we can sleep safely would be great."
Eddie has heard plenty of demigods pray before, but he thinks this is the most casually genuine one he's ever heard. When they drive past a few exit signs without any change, Eddie starts to suggest Steve try again with a more, well, reverential tone. But then the van's blinker suddenly switches on, and the kids cheer. Steve snorts at their reaction as he follows the blinker's direction and takes the next exit ramp off the highway.
"What the fuck," Eddie mutters, staring as the blinker continues to signal the turns Steve should take until they're pulling into a hotel parking lot.
The sign in front of the building announces it as "Hearth and Home" in cursive letters. The hotel itself is four stories tall and looks like a giant cottage. A few cars are in the parking lot, and Eddie can somehow tell this place is some kind of passion project for someone who doesn't have to worry about money.
After Steve pulls into a spot outside the hotel and shuts the car off, he turns in his seat and looks at the kids. "What are the rules?" he asks, his tone firm and leaving no room for jokes.
"Don't talk to strangers," El says.
"Don't talk at all while you're checking us in and out," Will adds.
"Stick together and stay in sight," Lucas says.
"Cough twice if we sense a monster nearby," Erica says.
"No fighting," Max says, already starting to shift closer to the doors.
"And if anyone asks," Dustin starts.
"We're traveling to meet family one state over," Mike finishes.
Steve nods once and opens his door. That seems to be the signal the kids were waiting for because they immediately scramble out of their seats. Eddie hops out and walks over to Steve, watching the kids climb out as he asks, "What's up with the rules?"
"Well, I'm a young guy traveling with seven kids. Most hotels are hesitant to give me rooms, and they'll straight up lie about being full if the kids are rowdy. We also need a system in place if one of them realizes a monster is around. And saying we're meeting family tells people that we're expected to appear somewhere by a certain time, which deters anybody from trying to, you know, kidnap one of the kids," Steve explains, glancing at Eddie as he shrugs.
Eddie has to stop himself from asking what led to Steve making some of these rules. Instead, he bites his tongue and follows the group inside, sticking to Steve's side as he walks up to the front desk and the kids huddle within sight a few feet away.
"Hi, do you have any vacancies for the night?" Steve asks, flashing a charming smile at the older woman working the desk.
She looks at Steve, then Eddie, and then the kids behind them. "How many rooms would you need?" she asks.
"If you happen to have any connected rooms, we'll take them. But if not, just two is fine."
The woman nods and checks her computer, hesitating for a few seconds before saying, "We don't have any connected rooms, but one of our Executive Suites is open. It has three bedrooms, two bathrooms, and a large lounge area. It's made for large groups, so two of the bedrooms have bunkbeds in them. The price, however...."
Steve smiles at her reassuringly and pulls out his wallet. He plucks a black card from one of the pockets and presents it. "Don't worry about the cost," he says, "We'll take it."
At the sight of the sleek credit card, the woman lights up and smiles brightly at Steve. Eddie finds himself thinking that money really does talk. "Of course, sir," the woman says, a suddenly respectful tone coloring her words as she takes the card. "Could I see an ID as well, please?"
As Steve pulls out his license, he looks at Eddie and asks, "Could you take the kids to get the bags from the car? I should have the key cards by the time you get back." He places his license on the desk and hands his keys to Eddie.
Eddie finds himself nodding before he can really think about it, but how can he say no to Steve's brown eyes and the tiny dimples that appear when he smiles? So, he takes the keys and starts herding kids outside.
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As it turns out, the hotel does, in fact, have a pool, and Steve can't help his grin when the kids cheer after they get to their rooms and he tells them. What follows is a flurry of kids changing into bathing suits, Steve lending Eddie a pair of swim trunks, and making sure everyone has towels and plenty of sunscreen slathered all over them.
The pool is surprisingly large, and there's plenty of space for the kids to swim around and expend some energy. Steve drops into one of the pool chairs and closes his eyes, the plastic warm on his back without burning his skin. He hears another chair get dragged closer before someone sits on it. When Steve opens an eye to look over, Eddie has settled next to him, watching the kids with a slight frown.
Steve follows his gaze, but he doesn't see anything out of the ordinary. The only thing that might catch someone's attention is El wearing her beanie in the pool, but even that could be explained as her forgetting to take it off.
"They don't have any scars," Eddie says after a moment.
Steve blinks and pushes himself up some, sitting straighter in the chair and looking at Eddie. His hair is pulled back into a messy bun, a few pieces escaping to frame his face. He's not obviously muscular like Steve, and he doesn't have an 8-pack, but Steve can still see the subtle muscles in his arms and legs. And the scars. Steve can see plenty of scars littered across Eddie's chest and stomach, his arms, and one particularly nasty one just above his knee.
In that way, Steve supposes, they are similar. "I wouldn't let them get hurt," Steve says quietly, shrugging when Eddie looks at him. He scoots forward some so Eddie can get a better look at his own scars. Despite the warm weather, he still can't help goosebumps traveling up his arms as Eddie stares at him.
"What's that one from?" Eddie asks, gesturing to a large slash that reaches from Steve's shoulder to his elbow.
Steve glances down and hums softly. "Stymphalian bird feather. They're made of steel. It attacked us after we picked up Mike and Dustin. Thankfully, there was only one bird, and I managed to dodge most of the time, but I got this one when I closed in to kill it," he explains.
Eddie stares at the scar, and Steve wonders what he's imagining. Does he want to know how vicious the fight must have been? It was one of Steve's messier fights. He didn't have any training, and he barely had experience. Really, Steve had nothing but his instincts and a desperation to keep the kids safe. "What about those?" Eddie asks, pulling Steve from his thoughts as he leans closer to point at what's clearly a bite mark on Steve's right side.
"The lion head of a Chimera," Steve says, glancing at Eddie before pointing at a scar wrapping around his throat. He shifts until he's sitting on the edge of his chair and tilts his head to give Eddie a better view. "The snake tail was choking me at the same time. I had to use lightning on that one since it had me trapped. We ran into it almost two months ago."
Eddie scoots to the edge of his chair, and their knees are almost close enough to touch. Something starts to buzz under Steve's skin. It's not anger. He knows what that feels like. It's something else this time, something that sizzles and lingers and tries to push against his skin to break free. Steve tries not to think about it.
"And this one?" Eddie asks, pointing to a scar that's splashed across Steve's left knee like a starburst.
"That one," Steve says, getting a grin despite himself, "happened because Dustin tried to help me fight a minotaur. He made this mini-bomb without me knowing and threw it into the fight. I managed to tuck and roll, but the explosion still brushed against me. This scar is from it, too." He turns his right leg out so Eddie can see a similar scar on the inside of his calf.
Steve looks up in time to see Eddie swallow, his throat rolling, and that electric feeling gets stronger. It centers on Steve's knees, the spot where they're closest to touching. But it travels like those toys with magnetic sand when Eddie leans closer and points to the scar in the middle of his chest. It grows the longer Eddie's hand hovers there, and Steve glances down just to make sure there aren't actually sparks buzzing across his skin.
"This one?" Eddie whispers, holding Steve's gaze.
Mouth suddenly dry, Steve clears his throat. "My first fight. The, uh, snake thing that took Will," he says. "Some of the scars on my back and stomach are from that one, too."
Eddie nods, and Steve can't place his expression for a few seconds. When he finally does, he realizes it's something like adoration. He's seen it before from all the kids at some point, usually after he's fought a monster to keep them safe. But Eddie is different. Eddie's adoration is just the surface emotion. Under it, Steve can glimpse something even more intense. He almost wants to drown in whatever it is, let it surround him until he can figure out how to describe it.
"You really are metal, Stevie," Eddie says, his voice soft as he smiles at Steve.
Steve has already acknowledged that Eddie is his type, and he definitely isn't imagining the tension between them right now. Without thinking, he leans forward, a similarly soft grin tugging at his lips. But whatever he wanted to say is literally shocked out of him.
The moment he's close enough for Eddie's hand to actually touch Steve's chest, that fizzing energy bursts through. It's not strong by any means, but it's demanding attention as it zaps across Steve's chest and Eddie's fingertip. Steve jerks back, rubbing at his chest and taking a deep breath to control the crackling over his ribs.
Eddie is frozen, staring at his still outstretched hand in shock. His eyes are wide, and Steve grimaces, wanting to take his hand and check for burns but scared of shocking Eddie more.
"Sorry," he mutters, looking away and coincidentally meeting El's gaze. She's sitting on the steps leading into the pool, legs pulled up to her chest with an amused smile on her face. When she realizes that Steve is slightly panicked, though, she blinks and tilts her head. Steve subtly shrugs one shoulder, and, thankfully, she gets the message.
"Steve!" she calls, waving her hand as though she doesn't already have his attention.
It's the save Steve is desperate for, and he practically jumps up from his chair. "I'm gonna go see what El needs," he says, glancing at Eddie only to find he's already looking up at Steve.
"Oh, yeah, sure," Eddie mumbles. Steve waits until Eddie nods to speed-walk (it's still a pool, after all, and he won't set a bad example by running) over to El, urging his heart and the crackling beneath his skin to calm down.
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skys-archive Ā· 2 months ago
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To me, a very heartbreaking aspect of this election (at least as someone who lives in the deep south) is finding out the sheer number of people who I thought loved me and cared for my safety are happy at the outcome. People I tried to tell about this and what would happen.
My own mother didn't like either candidate from the beginning. I tried to tell her about project 2025 to sway her opinion. She told me those could never pass. She said she couldn't vote for Kamala because she's "basically Biden" to her. She voted for Trump because she thinks he's a smart businessman, and she said she likes Vance.
My own mother, who does genuinely love and care for me and who I have a lovely relationship with, voted for someone who actively wants me dead. For someone who wants her to remain in an abusive relationship she left years ago. Because "they won't pass".
My close friends who know my identity and who I am and I thought respected me for who I am are ecstatic at the results. People I didn't know the political beliefs of are coming out and letting me know they side with someone who wants my death, who wants the erasure of my people.
And honestly, maybe they will have it.
My ex, when I came to him originally about how scared I was of project 2025, thought I was getting upset over nothing. The man who I loved more than anything in this world believed that I was overreacting, that it would all be fine, that it didn't matter. He wasn't there when I was terrified. I almost wish I could look him in the face several months from now and he could see how real my fears are.
Other people like me, other people who are scared like me, are trying to just ignore it. A woman who I don't know too well came up to a group of friends I was with today and went to a couple, a man with his nonbinary partner. She said not to worry, that it was unconstitutional and it wouldn't happen.
This same group of friends discussed it, but it wasn't about fear or what to do now.
I met a friend today, at our usual spot. I was waiting for them, sitting with my head down on the table. I'd only found out a few minutes before. They said my name several times before I looked up. They asked if I wanted a forehead kiss and then led me to the rest of our friends. They said they were scared their father would be deported.
A different friend is probably going to leave their boyfriend. Not necessarily because of him, but definitely due to his friends. They say awful things about people like us every day, and there's certainly a reason their boyfriend hangs out with them.
I sat next to a friend and made fun of a tiktok I saw about Trump, it turned into a velocity edit about halfway through, I thought it was silly. She laughed with me but then said she was "so glad" he won, and doesn't understand why so many of her friends are "in such a mood". Many of her friends are queer.
My black friend is posting videos, jokes about having her rights taken away. I know it's how she's coping. I feel for her, and I understand, but I know I also could never know exactly how she feels.
I'm surrounded by people celebrating, people who I thought wanted me safe. Do they simply not know? Or do they want my death, too? Can they not see how terrified I am, how silent I am now?
I don't know if I should stay out. I hate the idea of using my deadname, of hearing my close friends calling me "she". But that would be safer.
Do I want to be safer? I don't think so. I don't want to die resigned. I don't want to hate myself even more. I want to be who I've been my whole life. Out, proud, safety and inspiration to the younger queer people who are scared. I want to be positive for them so they know that people like them can be happy. But I want to warn them as well, that being like this is dangerous, and hard.
I want disabled people who are scared to get aids, scared to get diagnosed, to look at me and know that there is at least some hope.
My mind is prone to overthinking, to finding the worst possible outcome of every situation. So I wonder if all of the things I come up with won't happen, and for a moment I find comfort in that. But I see others fear. I see how terrified they are of the same outcomes that I am, i see that I'm not the only one seeing them.
And I think, Why?
What am I meant to do now?
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takeachillpillshawty Ā· 8 months ago
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Why is it always the middle age women after the middle school boys? heck not even middleschoolers, tell me why some 40ish woman is after some of the UNDERAGE twst boys. Not men, BOYS.
Miss ma'am, you're old enough to be MY mom. I saw an art she did with Jamil and Kalim in a suggestive position, stripped down to their boxers. She said and I'm quoting her on this:
"I tried to draw something nsfw but I added clothes on a separate layer and ended up liking it better lmao.....oh well."
about a suggestive drawing between two underage boys in their undewear. I see that she draw Kalim and Jamil together, but the thing she forget about Kalim is that he's a drummer. She's trying to touch a cord and it's probably A-MINORRRR.
(Ok edit, I think I got too heated when posting this so yeah, I have some more to say.)
the bad part is that she's a good artist, her art is genuinely good, but seriously? I'm not saying that you have to stop like certain things at a certain age, but it's not fucking to NOT sexualize a minor, it doesn't cost you anything. And her excuse is the 'they are fictional, so it's not a problem' bullshit. I want you all to look up blogthegreatrouge on YouTube and look at all the videos calling her out on her weird ass art. I used to watch her shit when I was 7-8, I didn't know any better and thought the stuff she drew was normal. I and many of her use to be fans grew up and realized how fucked her comics were, the characters are fictional but the kids watching aren't.
This kind of shit will groom a kid to think it's normal because their favorite fictional character does it so it's ok. Kids are stupid, naive and looking for support, they will look up to someone they admire and if that person is feeding them such harmful information to that child, they will normalize it. This could affect the child's view on love and how relationships work, to the point that if someone is doing this to the child they will think it's normal, or the worst case scenario that child grows up to become that abuser without realizing it.
This artist isn't as bad as blogthegreatrouge but they are the adult in the situation, Twst is a fandom catering to a young adult audience, that includes young tweens. Like I said, kids don't know any better and it's our job as a community to be a good example and make sure they are safe. I hope if this artist knows who they are and see how this can affect someone, even if they're in their 40s....I doubt.
If anyone knows who I'm talking about DO NOT harass them, just unfollow, block and move on. If anyone is interested into know who I'm talking about you can privately message me, again. Do not harass them.
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theyanderespecialist Ā· 1 year ago
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Base Yandere Shego Headcanons (Kim Possible)
[Hello, My Sexy Muffins! I am here with a new request, and this request is, like, over a year old! So I am sorry for the long wait. This chapter on Tumblr/wattpad/archive/other will have the base headcanons, and the YouTube video will have that, but also, maybe a scenario/storytelling, too!]Ā 
(Disclaimer: Shego is an adult woman and acts like an adult. So, Shego gets a pass in the cartoon area. She is also not yandere in canon, and this is just for fun and not to be taken seriously! Simping for fictional characters is fine! Just do not be illegal or gross about it. You know who you are! Yanderes are not ideal partners to have in real life. Also, remember to separate fiction from reality and headcanon from canon.)Ā 
(I hope you enjoy this!)Ā 
-Base Yandere Headcanons With Shego-
.Shego is a bit of an odd case as a yandere.Ā 
.She is a yandere that will lash out at her rivals, though with her darling she is very much obsessed with them, but she does a LOT Of denying her feelings for them.Ā 
.So maybe a bit of a Tsundere as well?
.She is the type of yandere with you her darling that she would do what she can to make sure you are okay.Ā 
.Even going as far as to ask her enemies for help if she is not able to keep you safe on her own.Ā 
.It takes a big hit to her pride, but as a yandere, she will put your safety above anything and everyone else.Ā 
.She will not admit her feelings for you easily, being in denial a lot of the time with them.Ā 
.She though is confident in her flirting at least that is what she tells herself.Ā 
.Cause when she flirts with you she gets tongue-tied and lashes out if you flirt back.Ā 
.It is an odd case.Ā 
.Just like animals she never uses her powers against you, as she has been seen never using them against animals.Ā 
.Cause she cares for animals and she cares for you even more.Ā 
.She would not want to accidentally hurt you.Ā 
.She is the type of yandere to lash out, as I said before.Ā 
.With rivals she lashes out at them, and if they were to get anywhere with you, she WOULD kill them.Ā 
.We have to remember she is a mercenary.Ā 
.She has killed and will kill again.Ā 
. Especially if someone hurts you or tries to take you from her.Ā 
.She is a protective yandere as well that is for sure.Ā 
.She will put her life on the line to keep you safe.Ā 
.Then scold you for making her worry so much, were you trying to get yourself killed (Name)!?Ā 
.When she does confess to you, she is a bit awkward, flirting with guys, and using her looks is easy when she does not care about them!Ā 
.Though with you! These feelings are very much real and before this, she was not ready to admit them!Ā 
.When she does she is showing a vulnerable side that she has not shared with anyone else.Ā 
.So if you say yes, she is going to kiss you and make you hers.Ā 
.If you say no, well she won't kidnap you, she won't force you to love her.
.Though she is going to get angry, she won't take it out on you, she is going to go on a rampage where she does mass murder and destroys entire cities!Ā 
.She is PISSED That you turned her down, so she has to take that anger out somewhere.Ā 
.She will never take it out on you, she has good control over that.Ā 
.In the end, she is one of the most stable and well-controlled yanderes out there.Ā 
.At some point she might kidnap you if it meant you were safe.Ā 
.It would never be for the selfish reason of forcing you to be hers or for you to stay by her side.Ā 
.She just would rather want you safe and sound.Ā 
.She does have a better moral compass as well, which yes is shocking.Ā 
.She would despise you being with anyone else, of course, she is a yandere and she is not willing to share you.Ā 
.Though she wants you to genuinely want to be with her of your own will.Ā 
.No mind control, no black mail, no force.Ā 
.This makes her a much better yandere than most.Ā 
[YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS got this done! I hope that you all enjoyed and stay sexy, all of my, sexy muffins!]Ā 
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No One Can Force Us Out of Our Pajamas Chapter 3: First Date
No One Can Force Us Out of Our Pajamas
Chapter 1: No One Can Force Us Out of Our Pajamas
Chapter 2: Coffee
Chapter 3: First Date
By the time Friday arrived, Agatha and Rio had privately hung out every day. Their first date certainly didnā€™t feel like a first date at all. Rio showed up in a suit with a driver at 4pm as expected. Rio rang the bell and waited.
When the door opened, Evanora Harkness smiled at her. ā€œRio, come in! Agatha is looking forward to this so much. Sheā€™ll be down in just a moment.ā€
Rio knew Agatha was genuinely excited, because theyā€™d discussed it earlier in the day on a video call. She also knew the other woman was nervously brushing her teeth, because Agatha had sent her a text saying as much when she sent a message to let her know she was pulling up.
ā€œHow are your parents?ā€ Evanora said, her voice professional and exhausting.
Rio pulled her eyes from the staircase to her. ā€œOh, theyā€™re great. Having a date night of their own. Thank you. How are you?ā€
Evanora folded her hands in front of her beige skirt and nodded. ā€œThatā€™s wonderful. I wish them the best. Iā€™m well. Thank you.ā€
Agatha made her way down the stairs. A tight smile on her face. ā€œHi, Rio.ā€
ā€œHi, Agatha.ā€ She held out her hand to help her off the last step.
Agatha linked arms with her. ā€œThanks.ā€
They smiled at each other. The room around them faded into the background; Agatha felt momentarily safe as she looked into Rioā€™s eyes.
ā€œFour in the afternoon is such an interesting time to start a date.ā€ Evanoraā€™s voice brought her back to the surroundings.
She blinked and looked at her mother. ā€œI think we have a lot of ground to cover.ā€
ā€œLots of events planned. One starts a bit on the early side.ā€ Rio held a finger to her lips. ā€œBut itā€™s a surprise. We should head out. Thank you, Mrs. Harkness.ā€
Evanora gave another professional smile. ā€œRight. Agatha, you behave, you hear?ā€
Agathaā€™s smile flickered for the smallest second, but she recovered quickly. She gave a silent nod, trying to send a telepathic message to Rio begging that they leave now.
Rioā€™s jaw clenched, and Agatha felt her arm muscles tighten. She swallowed and smiled back at Agathaā€™s mother.
ā€œIā€™m sure Agatha will be wonderful, Mrs. Harkness. Weā€™ll be on our way now. Thank you and have a good evening.ā€ Rio gave a small nod and led Agatha out the door.
Evanora couldnā€™t muster a response before theyā€™d exited. She stood still, fuming. Ernie shut the front door behind them with a quiet thud, and Evanoraā€™s eyes landed on him.
ā€œErnie, donā€™t slam that door, damn it!ā€
Ernie nodded. ā€œYes, maā€™am. Sorry, maā€™am.ā€
Rio and Agatha slid into the back seat of the car waiting for them, and they both let out a big sigh. Rio stared at her for a moment, shaking her head.
ā€œIā€™m sorry, but your mom sucks so much. What was with that comment?ā€ Rio grimaced. ā€œI wanted to say more than I did, but I didnā€™t want her to back out of the merger, because of some bogus reason like ā€˜that Rio doesnā€™t have manners,ā€™ or whatever gripe she could come up with.ā€
Agatha rested her head on Rioā€™s shoulder. Her eyes took in the inside of the car: tinted windows, black seats. She realized she wasnā€™t buckled up; lifting her head, she quickly fixed that.
She bit her lip and said, ā€œI hope that doesnā€™t happen. I-Iā€™d still want to do this.ā€
ā€œWell,ā€ Rio said, turning to face her. ā€œIt would be absolutely batshit insane, but I could propose tonight? So, she doesnā€™t have time toā€¦back out?ā€
Agathaā€™s eyes widened. ā€œOh, wow. Do you think that would work?ā€
ā€œI donā€™t know. To them, it might seem crazy, but technically, weā€™ve seen each other every day this week. It wouldnā€™t be the most insane move since weā€™ve hung out a lot, right?ā€ Rio shifted in her seat. ā€œIt is completely up to you.ā€
ā€œIt would get me out of there a lot sooner.ā€ Agatha weighed the pros and cons mentally. ā€œWhen do you want to do the other four dates? If we stick with the fifth date plan?ā€
ā€œWe could do one per week for the next five weeks or we could do two next week and two the week after?ā€ Rio counted out the weeks on her hands. ā€œSo, two weeks or five weeks?ā€
ā€œIā€™m scared sheā€™ll know somethingā€™s up if we change the plan.ā€ Agatha bit her lip. ā€œLetā€™s do two weeks. Maybe we can avoid her until the proposal.ā€
Rio laughed and ran her hand through her hair. ā€œI donā€™t know if we can. I will do my best to not say anything that she might be upset by. Maybe there could be a way for us to avoid having her in a setting where she feels comfortable saying that sort of thing in front of me?ā€
Agatha settled back into her seat, resting her head on Rioā€™s shoulder again. Rio reflexively held her hand. She thought about what Rio was saying, thinking about her mother.
ā€œYeah, that might be good,ā€ she said. ā€œShe doesnā€™t want to look bad in front of your parents. She probably wouldnā€™t say anything in front of them. Oh, or in a public setting.ā€
Agatha felt the tears in her eyes and wiped her eyes quickly. ā€œSorry.ā€
ā€œDonā€™t be. Iā€™m sorry. I wish I could have defended you better.ā€ Rio wrapped her arms around Agatha. ā€œI swear Iā€™ll rebuke that kind of thing once paperwork is signed. I donā€™t want to make things harder for you at home. And honestly, Iā€™m scared of your mom pulling out of the deal and you winding up getting married off to someone who sucks or goes along with your momā€™s bullshit way of treating you.ā€
She paused for a moment. ā€œAnd, selfishly, I really am enjoying spending time with you.ā€
ā€œIā€™m enjoying your company, too, Rio. Youā€™ve been so great.ā€ Agatha kept her head rested on Rioā€™s chest. ā€œUm, I have a question, though.ā€
ā€œSure, whatā€™s up?ā€ Rio stroked her hair and waited for the other woman to speak.
ā€œI really do like you,ā€ she said. ā€œDo you like me? Likeā€¦romantically?ā€
Rio was quiet for a moment; her heart lodged itself in her throat. She couldnā€™t breathe for a second as the blood rushed through her ears. She cleared her throat. ā€œSorry. Iā€™m not hesitating, because I donā€™t know. Itā€™s because Iā€™m nervous. The answer is yes. Yeah, I do. I like you a lot. Spending all this time with you this week has been so wonderful.ā€
Agatha sat up and looked at her with a big smile on her face. ā€œCool.ā€
The car stopped and they both looked up.
ā€œWeā€™re here.ā€ Rio straightened her suit, while Agatha double checked her dress.
ā€œReady?ā€ Rio said.
Agatha nodded and they stepped out of the car into a sea of flashing lights. Rio kept her hand securely in Agathaā€™s, while guiding her through the throngs of people.
ā€œAll of this for a hotel heiress?ā€ Agatha said, softly against Rioā€™s ear.
Rio smiled and shrugged.
People shouted at her, asking her questions, asking Agatha questions. She led them through the throngs of people to the first stop on their date: a fancy dinner at a restaurant owned by the Vidals, all so they could get to the basketball game that started at what Rio would call a normal, reasonable dinner time.
Once they were seated deep within the restaurant, Rio kept her hands in front of her mouth as she spoke. ā€œThere will be some people who slip in and take photos.ā€
ā€œYeah, gonna assume weā€™re performing anywhere outside of the car.ā€ Agatha hid her lips as well. ā€œAlso, hiding your lips, thatā€™s a smart move.ā€
Rio made a face, confirming Agathaā€™s assumption and laughed. ā€œYeah, itā€™s a good move for sure.ā€
They ordered food and pretended this was the first real conversation theyā€™d ever had.
ā€œSo, Rio, what do you do for fun?ā€ Agatha chewed her food slowly, waiting for Rioā€™s acceptable public answer.
Rio took a sip of wine and dabbed her mouth. ā€œI collect glass animals, play sports, and take hikes. What about you?ā€
They heard the snap of cameras, both trying to ignore them. They exchanged a look, staying in character.
Agatha answered the question and then with her mouth covered with the napkin, she asked a real question. ā€œWhy is there so much fanfare about this date?ā€
Rio, hiding her mouth, said, ā€œYouā€™re the first person Iā€™ve ever been seen going on a date with or seen with romantically at all.ā€
Agatha nodded, smiling. ā€œI see.ā€
Rio laughed, focusing on her food.
The man with a camera standing across the dining room snapped several more shots of them. Other patrons were starting to glance in their direction, but once the man left, the extra attention faded. Agatha eyed Rio, chewing a bite of food slowly; she had questions for later. She stuck to the script for the sake of dinner.
Once they were back in the car, Agatha said, ā€œCan I ask a real question?ā€
ā€œOf course.ā€ Rio tilted her head and watched her.
ā€œWhy am I the first person youā€™ve been seen with? Whatā€™s the big deal with your dating life?ā€ Agatha narrowed her eyes. ā€œWhatā€™s going on there?ā€
Rio smiled and shrugged. ā€œI have been able to be very discreet. Thereā€™s been speculation about my sexuality for a long time. Nobodyā€™s been able to figure out if Iā€™m straight, gay, bisexual, or ā€˜other.ā€™ Iā€™m notoriously alone in public.ā€
ā€œBut youā€™ve dated people?ā€ Agatha frowned.
ā€œIn high school, yes, but not since then.ā€ She rubbed her neck. ā€œMost people arenā€™t dating me for the right reasons.ā€
ā€œOh.ā€ Agatha watched the traffic passing by in the window next to Rio. ā€œBut youā€™ve slept with people?ā€
ā€œYes,ā€ Rio said, staring at Agatha, nerves flickering across her features. ā€œIā€™ve slept around, but I havenā€™t committed to anyone in my adult dating history.ā€
Agatha brought her attention from the cars rolling along next to them to the woman in front of her. ā€œWhy?ā€
Rio ran her hand through her hair. ā€œIt isnā€™t because Iā€™m not interested in commitment. I-Iā€™m just not interested in the people I tend to attract. Someone who wants to use me for clout, money, or whatever. The people Iā€™ve slept with, Iā€™ve met elsewhere, outside of all of this, who didnā€™t know who I was.ā€
Agatha bit her lip and nodded. ā€œOkay. Thanks for answering my question.ā€
ā€œOf course.ā€ Rio smiled and tentatively reached for her hand.
Agatha took it and squeezed. She rested her head on her shoulder and sighed.
Rio ran her thumb up and down the side of Agathaā€™s and watched the scenery change. She knew they were nearing the arena where the hockey game would take place. She chewed on her lip, trying to decide how to circle back to their previous conversation. ā€œEarlier, before diner, you asked if I like you romantically, and I said, yes, but I didnā€™t get to ask you the same thing. Um, do you like me romantically, too?ā€
Agatha popped her head up and looked at Rio, smiling widely. ā€œYeah, I do. A lot.ā€
Rio felt her face warming up. ā€œOkay. I thought youā€™d said so, but I wanted to clarify. Also, um, does my dating historyā€”is that okay?ā€
Agathaā€™s brow furrowed. ā€œWhat do you mean? Yeah, of course, itā€™s okay. I wanted to understand you, thatā€™s all. Mine, I guess, is sort of similar. I wasnā€™t worried about people seeing me, but I liked keeping it more private. And I dated in college, and Jen, I met on a dating app. But I-I donā€™t know. I held people at armā€™s length. I was afraid theyā€™d treat me like my mom treats me.ā€
She shrugged. ā€œSorry. Iā€™m babbling.ā€
ā€œNo, no, youā€™re great.ā€ Rio gave a low chuckle. ā€œItā€™s a bit reassuring, honestly. I got nervous with the way you were asking.ā€
Agatha rubbed Rioā€™s arm, leaning her head on Rioā€™s shoulder. ā€œI was nervous you mightā€¦I donā€™t know.ā€
Rio frowned. ā€œI might what? Not like you for long?ā€
Agatha exhaled. ā€œHm, I donā€™t know. Maybe. Yeah, I think so.ā€
ā€œAgatha, Iā€™m sorry. No, not the case at all. I-Iā€™m really loyal to a fault. My love life is just a nightmare because of who I am related to. And you and I, we have something else going on. This is different. I promise.ā€ Rioā€™s foot jiggled. ā€œHey, would you like to be my girlfriend?ā€
Agatha lifted her head and blinked. ā€œLike, privately?ā€
ā€œYeah,ā€ Rio said, softly. ā€œNo pressure.ā€
Agatha started to answer when the car stopped and the driver said, ā€œWeā€™re here.ā€
They both looked at the driver and then back to each other.
ā€œYes,ā€ Agatha said, quickly. ā€œYes, I want to be your girlfriend.ā€
Rio ducked her head. ā€œCool. I want to be your girlfriend, too. Is it okay if I kiss you?ā€
Agatha leaned in, nodding. ā€œYes, come here.ā€
Rio closed the distance. Their lips pressed together, and Agathaā€™s hand undid her seatbelt, so she could shift to face Rio better. She tangled her hand in Rioā€™s hair, and Rio grabbed her wrist and rubbed her thumb against Agathaā€™s skin.
The driver knocked on their door and they broke apart, sharing a giant smile.
ā€œWhere are we?ā€ Agatha said, sliding out of the car with Rio right behind her.
There was a lot less fanfare when they stepped out of the car. She slipped her hand into Agathaā€™s, trying to guide her inside. She leaned forward and said, quietly, ā€œWeā€™re going to a basketball game.ā€
Agathaā€™s head was buzzing from the kissing in the car. And their decision to really be girlfriends. Once they were inside, Rio stepped in front of her, holding on to her hand and leading the way to their seats. The concession stands, the merch stands, the other attendees all passed Agatha in a blur. The chatter and excitement wafted through the air riding on the smells of popcorn and hot dogs.
Agatha followed her to the courtside seats and sat next to Rio, but she was overwhelmed by the loud music and louder fans in the stands.
ā€œYou okay? Is this okay?ā€ Rio said, biting her lip. Her eyes scanned Agatha.
Agatha nodded vigorously. ā€œYeah, itā€™s loud and crazy, but yes, itā€™s great. Iā€™ve never been to a basketball game.ā€
Rio looked distressed for a minute. ā€œIā€™m sorry I thought it would be fun, because itā€™s loud and we could talk a bit more freely, and any paparazzi types, they canā€™t be here in quite the same way.ā€
Ā Agatha shook her and grabbed Rioā€™s hands. ā€œOh, no! No, Rio, itā€™s wonderful. Iā€™m excited to experience this with you. Iā€™m having a great time with you.ā€
Rioā€™s features relaxed, and a smile formed. ā€œIā€™m having a great time with you, too.ā€
They people-watched until the game started, which Agatha watched but spent a lot of time watching Rio. While she wasnā€™t sure of the rules, she appreciated that when there were major upsets, Rio would lean over and explain.
They were able to be a little more relaxed while the game played out.
When the game ended, Agatha and Rio slipped out quietly. Once they were back in the car, Rio bit her lip, nerves back in her throat.
ā€œWas that okay?ā€ Rio said. She kept her eyes on the ring on her finger.
ā€œYeah, absolutely.ā€ Agatha buckled up and grabbed her hand. ā€œThank you, Rio. Seriously. It was really nice. I also enjoyed your helpful explanations throughout the game.ā€
ā€œIā€™m glad.ā€ She exhaled a shaky breath. ā€œUm, Iā€™ve also got tickets for a late movie. If you want.ā€ She swallowed and shifted in her seat as the car drove toward their next adventure. ā€œWe can skip it if youā€™re tired. I wanted to keep you out as late as I could to help you avoid your mom.ā€
Agatha felt a squeeze in her chest. ā€œYou said weā€™d be out late before you knew enough about her to know Iā€™d want that.ā€
She shrugged. ā€œIā€™m perceptive. You said a few things that first day, and then in that first text, I just-I got the impression it might be helpful.ā€
Agatha smiled wide. ā€œThank you. What movie are we seeing?ā€
Agatha sat shoulder to shoulder with Rio, playing with her hand. Rio settled in next to her and relaxed, chatting about the movie.
Once they were settled in the movie theater with the lights down and the movie, Agatha tapped Rio on the shoulder. She turned to look at her, offering her the small bag of popcorn theyā€™d opted to share. Agatha gave her a peck on the lips.
Rio kissed her back before Agatha pulled away. They shared a small smile.
After the movie was over, Rio felt a sadness set in. She hated the idea of taking Agatha back to her home. Would Evanora be waiting up for her to debrief on the date? Would she grill her in the morning? Would they have a business meeting Monday?
She glanced at Agatha, who looked sleepy.
Once they were in the car, Rio ran her tongue over her teeth. ā€œWill your mom grill you about our date?ā€
Agatha blew a deep breath out of her mouth.Ā  ā€œOh, I donā€™t know. Probably. She might wait until the morning.ā€
Agatha checked her phone for the time. ā€œYeah, since itā€™s nearly one in the morning, she will likely wait until the morning.ā€
ā€œDo you think sheā€™ll be upset with you about the comment that I made?ā€ Rio watched the familiar drive to Agathaā€™s house bring them one step closer to ending their evening.
ā€œIā€™m not entirely sure. Iā€™ve never had someoneā€¦stand up to her like even in that subtle kind of way.ā€ Agatha spun Rioā€™s ring around on her finger. ā€œWhen she grills me, I assume sheā€™ll ask me when our next date is set for. But beyond that, Iā€™m not entirely sure.ā€
With a nod, Rio sighed. ā€œWell, Iā€™ll wait out here until I know youā€™re safely in your room and away from her. Is that okay?ā€
Agatha looked at her. ā€œReally?ā€
ā€œYeah, of course. It sucks sheā€™s such a bummer.ā€ Rioā€™s stomach dropped as they turned on to the last road before they were at Agathaā€™s. ā€œUm, for our next date, how about Tuesday? We could go to a double feature at a drive-in movie theater, and then we could go stargazing or dancing. Whatever will keep you out as late as you want to be out.ā€
Agatha tilted her head and nodded. ā€œIt sounds wonderful.ā€
ā€œAnd our third date could be Friday. We could go roller skating and grab dinner and maybe we could pick a movie to watch at my place and you could stay with me that night?ā€ Rio stared at Agatha. ā€œAgain, no pressure for anything sexual to happen. Just a sleepover to help you beā€¦not at home.ā€
Agathaā€™s heart raced. She didnā€™t want to rush into anything, but she really appreciated Rioā€™s thoughtfulness.
ā€œIf they get weird about the accelerated timeline, we can just say weā€™ve really hit it off.ā€ Rioā€™s heart sank as they pulled up in front of her house.
Agatha looked out the window and sighed. She looked back to Rio and smiled.
ā€œBoth of those dates sound wonderful. This plan sounds great.ā€ Agatha said as she unbuckled. ā€œThank you.ā€
ā€œLet me know how it goes when you get inside.ā€ Rio hugged her, kissing her temple.
Agatha shifted so that her lips were close to Rioā€™s. ā€œCan I kiss you?ā€
Rio closed the very short distance between their lips and softly kissed her.
When they pulled away, they shared a smile. Agathaā€™s smile faltered as her heart sank. She didnā€™t want to get out of the car.
Rio bared her teeth, giving a pained expression. ā€œI know it sucks. Iā€™m sorry.ā€
Agatha sighed. ā€œThe sooner I go in, the sooner itā€™ll be over.ā€
ā€œPick you up tomorrow?ā€ Rio squeezed her hand.
ā€œYes,ā€ she said, groaning. ā€œIt canā€™t get here soon enough.ā€
Agatha stepped out of the car and headed inside, bracing for whatever her mother might be waiting to say.
Once she was inside, she made it to her bedroom and felt her shoulders relax. She sent a quick text to Rio to let her know she could go home.
Once she had changed, she went to turn off her light when there was a light knock on her door. She held her breath.
ā€œAgatha?ā€ Her motherā€™s voice came. ā€œHow did the date go?ā€
ā€œHey, Mom, the date was good.ā€ Agathaā€™s fingers hovered over the light switch.
ā€œGood. When is your next one?ā€ Evanora tapped on the door. ā€œAre you decent?ā€
The door opened before Agatha could answer.
Agatha dropped her hand from the light switch. ā€œMom, itā€™s late. Iā€™d like to sleep now. Our next date is scheduled for Tuesday.ā€
ā€œTuesday?ā€ Her eyebrows shot up. ā€œSo soon?ā€
ā€œYes,ā€ Agatha said. ā€œThe date tonight went really well.ā€
Evanora smiled, rubbing her hands together. ā€œWonderful. That will speed up the business timeline.ā€
Agatha crossed her arms and nodded, biting back a retort.
ā€œDonā€™t fuck it up, you hear me?ā€ Evanora said, grabbing the doorknob. ā€œGood night.ā€
Evanora shut the door before Agatha could respond. Her blood boiled, but she thought of Rio, and then she realized her mom hadnā€™t mentioned Rioā€™s comment from earlier. She felt relief.
She turned off the light and got settled in bed. She grabbed her phone and checked in with Rio again. The glow of the screen illuminated her face as she tapped away from under her cream-colored comforter and sheets.
Agatha: Hey, settled in bed now. Mom checked on me, asked when our next date was, and didnā€™t mention your comment from earlier.
Rio: Thatā€™s a relief. Iā€™m glad she didnā€™t cause problems for you. Whatā€™d she say about the date?
Agatha: Ugh she was thrilled because she said it would ā€˜speed up the business timeline,ā€™ so stupid
Rio: Iā€™m glad she wasnā€™t an asshole about it =)
Agatha: Can I call?
Rio: Of course!
Agatha hit the video call button and Rio picked up instantly.
ā€œHey, Agatha,ā€ Rio said, smiling at her screen.
ā€œHey, Rio.ā€ Agatha felt her whole body relax. ā€œI wanted to see your face before I fell asleep.ā€
ā€œHappy to be of service.ā€ She winked.
Rio was in a tank top, and her hair cascaded down over her shoulders. After the past few days of video calls, Agatha was accustomed to this look. She sat against the dark green headrest, and Agatha could see the black pillowcase wedged behind Rioā€™s back.
Agatha was lying on her side, her arm folded under her head, hugging the pillow to her face and watching her on the screen. ā€œRio?ā€
ā€œHm?ā€ Rio said, who was staring back at her.
ā€œI donā€™t care about the business timeline. And Iā€™m happy weā€™re really girlfriends. Iā€™ve been having such a good time with you.ā€ Agatha spoke softly, afraid to be overheard.
Rioā€™s eyes lit up. ā€œMe, too. The business stuff is for them. I donā€™t care. Iā€™m still relieved that youā€™re great. Iā€™ve really enjoyed this week, and Iā€™m happy weā€™re girlfriends, too. Is it okay that I asked you tonight?ā€
ā€œYes, of course.ā€ Agatha laughed quietly. ā€œIt was the best part. It made the whole situation feel less weird.ā€
Rioā€™s face relaxed. ā€œOkay, thatā€™s a relief. I was worried.ā€
They were quiet for a few minutes. Rio worked up the courage to ask a serious question.
ā€œI know weā€™ve seen each other every day this week, so no pressure if you donā€™t want to hang out tomorrow. I donā€™t want to smother you or take up too much of your time. Do you really want to see me tomorrow?ā€
Agathaā€™s eyes widened. ā€œWhat?Ā  Yes, of course. I love spending time with you.ā€
ā€œOkay, I didnā€™t know if you wanted to spend time with other people or anything. I didnā€™t want to monopolize your time or anything.ā€ Rio pulled a stray fuzz off her shirt.
ā€œNo, no, youā€™re not.ā€ Agatha yawned. ā€œYouā€™re great. We could hang out with friends or something if you wanted to keep it not so isolated?ā€
Rio tucked a stray piece of hair behind her ear. ā€œSure, that works for me, if you want to do that. Probably too last minute for them for tomorrow, but maybe next Saturday?ā€
ā€œYeah,ā€ Agatha said, grinning. ā€œIā€™m happy I get you all to myself tomorrow.ā€
Rio giggled. ā€œOh yeah, whyā€™s that?ā€
ā€œBecause I want to hang out with my girlfriend.ā€ Agatha said, sing-songing the word ā€˜girlfriendā€™ and smiling.
Rio beamed. Her heart soared.
ā€œIā€™m so excited to hang out with my girlfriend,ā€ she said, mimicking Agathā€™s sing-songing of the word ā€˜girlfriendā€™ and laughing.
Agatha yawned again and gave her a sleepy smile.
Rio clocked the sleepiness getting the better of Agatha and said, ā€œIā€™ll see you in the morning, okay?ā€
Agatha nodded, her eyes drooping shut. ā€œSee you tomorrow.ā€
Rio hung up and pictured Agatha next to her. She replayed the night in her head. Sheā€™d had such a good time with Agatha. She was nervous, because she was out of practice when it came to being a girlfriend. She suspected she was doing all right, but the nerves still got the better of her.
Sheā€™d been so worried about this arrangement, but she was finding solace in building this friendship with Agatha. She was second guessing whether or not asking her to be girlfriends this early was the right move, but when she looked inside herself, she knew what she wanted. She wanted to be with Agatha. She wanted to get to know her and kiss her and give her the world.
Rio cozied up in the sheets and blankets, and she drifted off to sleep coming up with more ideas of their future home together.
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catholic-academia-aesthetic Ā· 3 months ago
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hello! i resort to this since I don't have access to a catholic church/guide to ask this type of things. So, here's whats happening: since i was little i always had this admiration towards the Virgin Mary, i always thought that she was beautiful and kind and nowdays i still do, she's like a mother figure for me. But, in the other hand, im extremely scared of God and Jesus. i dont know why, and i feel ashamed to confess it, but I don't feel the same safe and loved with the idea of them like i do with Mary.
Also, im a lesbian, and im even more afraid because of that since i know that religion usually has something against it.
Am I a sinner? Is there a way for me to be less scared of God and Jesus? only beliving in Mary is an actual religion?
Im sorry for bothering, but i really need to start beliving in something because my life is falling apart and i don't want to lose it all. Anyways, I hope this isn't uncomfortable, and i wiah you have a lovely day, afternoon or night! šŸ©·
hi, thank you for reaching out and sharing all this! I'm sad to hear your life is falling apart, that must be an awful feeling. I'm here for you for whatever it's worth.
There's a lot here so my anwer will obviously be a CliffsNotes version, full of shortcuts and simplifications.
First of all, of course you are a sinner. We all are. Every human in history apart from Mary and Jesus was a sinner. Every saint was a sinner.
I see that you feel close to the Virgin Mary, that her beauty and kindness speaks to you, you admire her. But it doesn't lead you to God, on the contary, you're very afraid of Him.
This makes me wonder where did you learn about Mary? How have you come to know the things that make you admire her? How did you learn she is kind and motherly? What were your sources? Was it genuine Catholic teaching, or maybe some private ideas passed on by someone you know?
Is the person you admire actually Mary, the Mother of God, or is it some vague idea of her built in your or someone else's imagination?
We Catholics admire Mary because of her devotion to God. We admire her courage in agreeing to be the Mother of God and her humility in raising her Son who was God. We admire her because Salvation was made possible through her response and sacrifice.
If you take God out of the picture, what is there left to admire about Mary? Without God there is no Salvation and all of her life choices look rather sad and uninspiring. She's a young woman who had a baby in weird circumstances, then watched him grow into a preacher to be mercilessly tortured and killed for nothing. What's admirable about that? Many women's children were unjustly persecuted but that doesn't make these women worth our admiration. Compassion, yes. But not admiration.
So if you don't want to know God and Jesus, if you're not interested in God's plan for your salvation and in Jesus' sacrifice to bring your salvation about - what do you admire about Mary? If you don't think she did all that for God - what was the point?
Obviously you can't answer me so I'm just leaving all these questions here for you to think about.
The answer to have these things sorted out is good Catholic teaching. It'll take some time, but to really love someone you need to first get to really know them. If you want to love Mary, you need to learn who she is. And if you learn she will eventually point you towards her Son, because that's what she always does. Start with Bishop Barron's videos on Mary on youtube. Word on Fire channel and website has tons of videos and articles to explore. Take a peak at the Catechism. Whatever you do, look for legitimate Catholic teaching, stick to the mainstream. If you learn enough about Mary you'll see Jesus in a new light. Let her lead you to Him.
On a completely different note, this can be a psychological issue. When you say you're 'extremely scared of God and Jesus' it makes me worried. These are very strong words and very strong feelings to be had about this. What makes you feel this? Did someone tell you God is scary and you should be afraid of Him when you were young? Is there something in your life that makes you afraid and distrustful of men in general? Is this a case of bad, fear-based religious teaching you were subjected to? Or is it a case of independent mental issues bleeding into your religious life? Sadly, both happen often and many people share these feelings with you.
If I was your friend, I would advise you to have that looked at by a psychologist-type person. If you're clear on that front you can move to learing and Marian theology with a peace of mind. Whether you decide to do the psychological consultation or not, I would also advise you to find a spiritual guide. It can be a priest but it can also be nun, I imagine that could make you feel more comfortable. If there aren't any where you live you can literally find 5 or 10 female religious orders online and just shoot them an email. Just copy what you wrote to me if you don't feel like writing an new message. Ask for help, guidance. Maybe you can go visit them for a few days. See what they say.
You can always message me, but in your difficult situation you need more support, you need irl people to help you through this. You need them to be smarter and better at this than I am. Again, thank you for sharing all this vulnerable stuff. I hope my answer was helpful. I will be praying for you through Mary's intercession!
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evanpeterswifeyyy Ā· 7 months ago
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Absolutely random rant session about my fucked up sleep stuff
Does anyone else have constant nightmares or disturbing dreams?
Like, my only dreams Iā€™ve ever had have always been either terrifying or deeply disturbing. And for the first few years I was definitely terrified in my dreams, but now itā€™s just a common occurrence and feels like a ā€œyeah this is fine and normalā€ moment in my dreams. The only times I get the feeling itā€™s a nightmare is when it gets super weird and disturbing and then I have to force myself awake.
Does it even count as a nightmare if Iā€™m not scared??
Idk how to explain this phenomenon but like I have so many strange dreams that reoccur in the same sort of way I can make categories for it
+ dreams where Iā€™m being chased or running from something/ someone
+ dreams where my environment is rapidly changing
+dreams where I have multiple dreams back to back that are wildly different
+ dreams of body horror like I had a dream of someone i loved being covered in moss, another time they were a rotting corpse, sometimes itā€™s acne based, a lot of the time itā€™s me hiding from someone whoā€™s literally about to die in horrific ways. (I recently had a dream where a woman got surgery and it all split open and it sickened me so bad I had to stay up for an hour before I could fall back asleep at like 3 am)
+dreams where I die
+an amalgamation of all that
I genuinely donā€™t think Iā€™ve ever had a ā€œgoodā€ dream.
Like most ppl have dreams about going to work, being embarrassed, finding the love of their lives, their teeth falling out, etc.
Mine is being in a jumbled up rubix cube of an environment where Iā€™m at school, but itā€™s not my school visually, but one room is from my school and my school is also a hospital now and I have to go to class but oh someone is getting throwing up their guts and oh now Iā€™m in my house and my mom whoā€™s not really my mom is hunting me down and I have to run away through the woods that are near my house but I donā€™t have woods near my house and now Iā€™m at a haunted house and being stalked by creepy dollsā€” and on and on and on.
Once I had a dream I was in a church chapel and it was like the 1600s and it was a church but also acted as like a courthouse and I was watching someoneā€™s trial where they were getting sentenced to beheading and then it randomly flipped and I was pulled from the crowd as the offender somehow and I had the most realistic, terrifying feeling of actual death when I realized I was going to die and a blade came down and I didnā€™t feel any pain rlly but everything when black and my head dropped in the basket and I remember still being concious but everything was muffled and my brain was all fuzzy and then I woke up. I was genuinely so sick to my stomach after waking up. Itā€™s hard to describe the feeling other than I literally felt what it feels like to accept death and itā€™s horrific.
Iā€™m just curious if this happens to anyone else.
I havenā€™t tried anything to prevent these dreams, I kinda feel like I canā€™t anymore even if I did try everything in the book. Itā€™s why Iā€™ve been trying so hard to learn how to lucid dream because I want to be able to feel safe and comfortable when Iā€™m in a dream. And like technically I do because when Iā€™m in my dreams Iā€™m usually like an entire separate person (whether I look like me or not) kinda like a video game. So itā€™s ā€œnormalā€ to me in the dream. But obviously, itā€™s not comfortable in the way I want it to be.
If anyone has any tips on how to calm down my dreams a least a little bit pls drop it in notes because Iā€™m desperate atp.
Sorry for the random rant but I find dreams so fascinating in general and this has been bothering me for days because they always spike up sometimes and turn into actual nightmares and Iā€™ve been getting that recently. I hope this was actually interesting to people who did read this atrocious yap session.
I see u and I appreciate u šŸ«¶
I actually have tons of dreams I remember pretty well if anyone wants to hear me specifically talk about all my weird dreams. I do keep a dream journal but itā€™s not consistent at all and sometimes Iā€™m either too tired to write down the dream or too terrified of it to recall so there are some I donā€™t remember at all or itā€™s hard for me to talk abt in detail.
Even describing some of them in text gives me chills.
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aethercodeevol Ā· 8 months ago
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I'm sorry for your loss. What do you miss most about Gran and Caleb?
*I place my teacup down onto the saucer, my eyes resolving to look out the window. The day is lively and bright, sun warming the bones of those who are dreary...I admire it wistfully.*
That's an... excellent question, anon... *My mind wanders to my childhood, of playing tag with Caleb, scratches adorning our knees, dirt caked under our nails...the world, our oyster. How Caleb would carry me home after I'd fallen asleep in a field a few miles from Gran's home....our home. His arms strong, his heart beating rhythmically against my ear like a lullaby, even as a child he was my protector.*
Caleb always had the biggest heart, sometimes it would get him into trouble ....trust me, I'd seen the other guy as I would bandage up his knuckles when he got home, sometimes I'd put a pretty pink bandaid onto the wound just to see him whine. *I laugh at the memory, how he would pout that I would bandage a big strong man like himself up when I was just fresh out of highschool.*
He was always my confidant, listening to me for hours on end as I would ramble on about school to a stupid cat video I saw to the latest heartbreak to my medical check-ups to when we were going to have our schedules line up to grab a beer and how he'd always sign off his long winded speech by calling me 'pipsqueak'.... *I look down, my dark under eyes mirrored back to me in the tea's reflection* I wish he would call it that ....just once more.
*My memories collide in front of me, of an old woman, who smelled like fresh cookies and upturned soil from her years gardening in her retirement. How her eyes would crinkle lovingly, her generous life etched into every comforting and familiar wrinkle on her face...a life I greedily wish could've outweighed my own.*
Gran was....a woman who taught me what it was to be human. She was a strong woman but kind...sharp as a tack yet generous with her heart. *I remember a time, coming home in a huff as I all but ran to my bedroom, tears already spilling over as I'd gotten into a stupid argument with a friend. At the time it was catastrophic but as Gran knocked on my door, a bribe of cookies and tea for my tell-all on the matter, her hand rubbed soothingly against my back as my shoulders jumped with sobs and she tenderly wiped my tears with her favourite hankerchief...her words of wisdom fell onto receptive ears, how time will heal this wound and how I learnt that it would...and how I learnt her absence was a wound I would heal from in turn....but the colder months would always ache like a healed break in a bone.*
I would be lying if I said I didn't miss her cooking and cups of tea most of all... *I smile at the stupidity of such a thing to mourn* But Gran always held dear the small things in life... How a new flower she planted would bloom and thrive, how homemade cooking was always the best, how her knitted scarfs and lovingly guiding words would warm me, how a cup of tea would fix everything and how I miss her hugs, how at first I would reach up to hug her and how our roles switched as I grew and got older, how she'd still pinch my cheek at any age and say how proud of me she was...
*I take a sip of my tea, blinking the dew in my eyes to look up*
I don't think I can pin point a thing I'll miss about them... I miss everything about them, the good and the bad.
*I smile, genuinely, tucking a strand of my hair behind my ear as I clutch the mug with resolve* I just pray, that wherever they are now... If they can see me, I just hope they're happy and safe.... And I hope they're proud of me and that one day they'll greet me again with open arms.
- ā¤ļøā€šŸ©¹
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yantisocial Ā· 1 month ago
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*bangs desk*
One creator's choice Ace Attorney BAH pack, please (preferably any of the weird girl assistants)
怋 Psyche-Lock Anon
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so im going to be honest, i did this all in some sort of fugue state. basically if you'd like a re-do of this pack, i definitely understand, because im pretty sure this is Not what you wanted/had in mind. (and hopefully i'll, yknow, stick to the prompt fully this time...šŸ˜“) you are obviously free to use this alter pack too, and i hope you like it! but let me know if you'd like something much more source accurate!! its genuinely not an issue to ask us do that.
WARNING: major spoilers for ace attorney episode 2, "turnabout sisters" below!
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Name(s): Mikito Maru Fey, Miara Auras Fey (past life)
Nickname(s): Miki, Mimi, Kito
Age: chrono 32, transage 13ā€“20 ageslider
Gender(s): viodoggentic, bi-bodiment, muttbodiment, deathcute, rokkugyarudollic, clingypupboy, monachoric, revivedcorpse, girlcorpse, femboy
Orientation(s): obsesso-platonic, aromantic, hypersexual, veilic attraction, airreur, nonhuman4nonhuman
Pronouns: pup/he/mutt/dog
Title(s): dogboy, doggo, dog, boy, pup, little guy, this mutt, etc.ā€”anything youā€™d refer to a male dog with
General Description: Mikito is a dogboy who identified as an afab woman in his previous life, before pupā€™s corpse was resurrected and summoned here. Mutt is a pet regressor who sometimes age regresses as well, and is a dog therian and puppykin/caninekin. Dog is not fully human, nor fully mutt, but has something unknown mixed inā€”due to the fact that pup is technically just possessing his own corpse (it isnā€™t in any danger of decomposing though, donā€™t worry!)
Interests: dog shows/videos, performing tricks (see Extras for therian activity suggestions)
Discomforts: being called a woman/girl/etc. calling his source/past-self/pre-death-self a woman/girl/etc is fine, but he no longer identifies as such and so its rude to do so in present tense! (Ex. ā€œWhen you were a girlā€¦ā€ is okay but ā€œhey girlypop!ā€ or ā€œletā€™s have a girlsā€™ night!ā€ is not!)
Triggers: arguments, debates, shows about anything related to the law or crime, minecraft, ace attorney content, overstimulation
(Cis)IDs: blasian (korean+african american), autistic, cotardā€™s syndrome, doomed by the narrative, feeding tube, hyperempathyflux, canidkin, sensory processing disorder, hypervigilance, brown hair, brown eyes, light skin, large chest, human..?, mutt..? therian, puppykin, clingy low-empathy, therianthing
TransIDs: gnc, hyperfemme, dagger, sensipuppyboy agere, transmasc-ish transarfid, transpsychic, transmedium, transghost, transundead, transneko, transwillogenic, transtutorial, transwheelchairuser, transminecraftsourced, transhater, transrude, transoneegyaru, transrokkugyaru, transblackhair, trans3ccurlyhair
MUDs:, Hyper Sensory Awareness Disorder (flag), Fictional World Longing Disorder (flag), Rapid Onset Species Disorder
Role (if any): Fib Responder/Fibber, Lawyer, Appellisian, Pet Dreamer, Shift Holder
Emoji and/or Proxy Tag: šŸ¶āš–ļø or šŸ¦®ā¤ļøā€šŸ©¹ or šŸ¾šŸ„€ or -M. Fey or (Miki)
Source: Mia Fey, Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney Trilogy
Source Talk: yes
Source Accuracy: not much anymore, but before death he was highly source accurate
Paras: autošŸ¶zoo (self as a dog), šŸ¶šŸ¾zoo (dogs), necrobiophilia (the living and dead), petplay, hybristospectrophilia (ghosts who are criminals), serviphilia (serving another), sinefaciemphilia (the faceless), demonophilia (demons) lyssophilia (rabies), kinemortophilia (the living dead/zombies), pecattiphilia (thought crimes/sinning)
Style: 01 02 03 04 05 ; muttcore, lots of band tees, tail and ears when possible and safe
Music Taste: [playlist]
Appearance:
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Extra: suggestions for therian activitiesā€” hoolahooping, cross-country running, jump-roping, basketball, soccer, volleyball, dodgeball. These should give the same feeling as doing dog tricks !
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obwjam Ā· 1 year ago
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Everett Ross had received a tip about an underground facility conducting illegal experiments with people who possessed unique abilities. He knew this mission was high-risk, but he couldn't turn a blind eye to the potential danger. As he infiltrated the hidden laboratory, he had no idea of the extraordinary encounter that awaited him.
Deep within the labyrinthine corridors of the facility, he stumbled upon a small room, dimly lit and filled with strange, high-tech equipment. His gaze fell upon a video monitor displaying a file labeled "Reyna Liliana 'Lila' Reyes." It detailed her history, her abilities as a technopath, and the horrifying experiments they had subjected her to.
The video playback showed a young woman who had been kidnapped against her will. She had been subjected to invasive procedures, including attempts to grant her size-shifting powers. The experiments had gone terribly wrong, leaving her permanently trapped at a minuscule three inches in height.
Everett's heart sank as he watched the footage. He couldn't fathom the horrors Lila had endured. Determination surged through him as he vowed to rescue her and bring those responsible to justice.
Continuing his search, he finally found the room where Lila was being held. Her tiny form, trembling tremendously, was huddled in a corner. Her eyes were wide with fear, and her diminutive stature made her appear even more vulnerable.
Everett approached slowly, his movements deliberate and non-threatening. He had seen the horrors of the world, but the sight of Lila in this state stirred something deep within him. He knew that he needed to gain her trust.
"Lila," he spoke softly, his voice filled with genuine concern. "I'm here to help. You're safe now."
Lila's initial reaction was one of sheer terror. The trauma of her captivity and the fear of the unknown had taken a heavy toll on her. She couldn't comprehend the sudden appearance of this stranger.
As Everett knelt down, his large form less imposing, he reached out a hand, palm up, offering her a lifeline. But Lila, her trembling intensifying, recoiled further into the corner.
Her small voice trembled as she spoke, stuttering with fear. "P-please, don't... don't hurt me. I-I don't know... who you are."
Everett's heart ached as he saw the depths of Lila's terror. He maintained his gentle approach, understanding that trust would be hard-earned in this moment of vulnerability. He kept his voice soothing and calm.
"Lila, I promise you, I won't hurt you. I'm here to rescue you from this place," he said, his words a lifeline in the darkness of her fear.
Lila, though still terrified, allowed her wide eyes to meet his gaze for a moment, searching for any sign of deceit. Her trembling hand slowly inched closer to his outstretched palm, the decision to trust this stranger hanging in the balance.
Everett's heart raced as he waited, hoping that Lila would find the strength to reach out and accept his offer of help. In this moment, he knew that earning her trust would be the first step in their journey to escape the horrors of the laboratory.
Certainly, here's the continuation of the scene with Lila crawling onto Everett's palm and the alarm sounding:
Lila's trembling form inched forward, and instead of reaching for his hand, she slowly crawled onto Everett's palm. Her movements were hesitant, cautious, and every inch of progress was filled with palpable fear.
Everett watched in silent awe as Lila settled into the center of his hand, her tiny figure almost weightless. She felt fragile, like a delicate porcelain figurine, and he was acutely aware of the responsibility that came with protecting her.
Gently, he began to lift his hand, ensuring she was securely cradled against his chest. Her trust in him, despite her terror, left an indelible mark on his heart.
Just as he was about to make their escape, the blaring sound of an alarm pierced the air. The sudden noise jolted both of them, and Lila's wide eyes filled with renewed panic.
Everett's instincts kicked into high gear. He knew they had little time. He spoke quickly but softly, his voice laced with urgency. "Hold on tight, Lila. We need to move, now."
With Lila safely nestled against his chest, he began to navigate the labyrinthine corridors, his heart pounding as he heard the heavy footsteps of guards closing in. The alarm had triggered a swift response from their captors, and they were determined to recapture their prized subject.
As they hurried through the darkened halls, Everett's large frame shielded Lila from the view of any patrolling guards. He moved swiftly but silently, his protective instincts in full force.
Lila clung to his shirt, her tiny form trembling against the warmth of his chest. Her trust in Everett was the only thing that kept her going as they navigated the perilous maze of the laboratory.
Their escape was a race against time, a test of Everett's resourcefulness and Lila's courage. As they finally reached the exit, the world outside was a stark contrast to the cold, sterile environment they had left behind.
In that moment, Everett knew that this was only the beginning of their journey together. He had rescued Lila from her nightmare, and now they faced an uncertain future. But one thing was certain: he would protect her at all costs, and they would face whatever challenges lay ahead as a team, their bond forged in the crucible of fear and trust.
ā€”ā€”ā€” go follow @gt-supernova-art3mis (@.wildcattigress on Quotev)
YOU HAVE ME SOBBING AT 4 PM ON A THURSDAY AFTERNOON šŸ˜­šŸ˜­šŸ˜­ like i could see this being a cold open to a marvel show it's so good. bonus points for a tiny who wasnt born tiny like fuck yes!!! learn to trust in people again girl we're here for you!!!
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alarrytale Ā· 11 months ago
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Unpopular opinion but Iā€™m kinda glad for the recent video where Louisā€™ chatting with some woman at the bar and they both are laughing and just having fun. Donā€™t know how much genuine it is or if itā€™s a calculated move but seeing him chatting and laughing with a woman just made me feel like oh so youā€™re not hanging out with a males 24/7 on tour. Something like you wrote earlier that he should surround himself with females more because then heā€™s more softer and not the swearing/always stoned laddy lad lad all the time artificial image of his. I am aware that if video like this will by published with H with the stunt girl/random woman when heā€™s officially ā€œsingleā€, all the gf harries will go crazy yelling how much heā€™s in love/if they are dating but for Louis is just refreshing to see him with woman, I canā€™t help myself. Maybe even if this will end like a stunt (I hope not because they are really looking like two girlies during hot gossip), noone will believe they are actually dating and he wonā€™t get anything from it.
Hi, anon!
Yesssssss! I saw the videos and got all giddy! More of this please. He looks relaxed, smiley and his body language is so flamboyant. It's like he doesnā€™t need to pretend around women and they make him comfortable and feeling safe! I need him around more women, where the women isn't interested in him sexually or romantically, and just want to have a chat or gossip. Just like this. If he does this more and more, fandom is going to stop raising our hackles and not yell stunt everytime. It will be normalised, and it's so needed! Good job, Louis! Keep it up!
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mimobiii Ā· 1 year ago
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vent kinda a lot
my mom is a t3rf and she outright refuses to accept that iā€™m trans and she likes posts comparing trans activists to n*zis and thereā€™s nothing i can do to change her mind because sheā€™s been making my transition all about herself.
she publicly complains about me and goes out of her way to read news and articles that are anti trans just to fuel her denial.
i no longer love her. all i see when i look at her is an evil woman who takes pleasure in ridiculing happy trans people and goes to her husband and claims sheā€™s doing this all in good faith because sheā€™s concerned about me. bullshit itā€™s in good faith.
if she was so worried and concerned, she would look at sources that confirm transitioning is okay and safe and beneficial. if her heart was genuinely in the right place, she would not indulge in bullying trans people online just because theyā€™re balding and are happy regardless.
my dad isā€¦ in the middle. he thinks there can be extremists on both sides. but heā€™s reasonable enough. he listens when there is science at least. he doesnā€™t fly into a blind rage when he sees my binders and makes passive aggressive comments. cough cough. mom.
my only hope is convincing my dad. he wants me to be evaluated by a professional to make sure i really am trans and itā€™s not something else which is fair enough. i think iā€™ll be okay with him once that happens. he wont deny me of my transness, i hope.
my mom has been contacting a detransitioner who is very against trans people. she outed me on a public account with her full name. she has violated my privacy time and time again and she didnā€™t even think to wonder if i felt okay with it. if i was okay with strangers receiving videos of me for them to ā€œevaluateā€ whether or not iā€™m really trans.
once i get diagnosed, i donā€™t even know if sheā€™s going to support me. sheā€™s probably going to whine about gender ideology or woke psychologists confirming childrenā€™s delusions. whatever. if she still has an issue with me and my dad doesnā€™t, will he defend me? i donā€™t know.
if this whole debacle ends a 20 something year marriage because she refuses to stop being a bigot? ouch. but she would have brought it on herself. i refuse to be the scapegoat just because i want to be me.
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wrenthemoralfander Ā· 2 years ago
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Married Characters: Should you ship them?
My opinion on married characters in video games.
Hello Class.
Today we will be discussing married characters and my opinions on them being shipped with others. I will be mentioning ships.
The video games characters we will be discussing in our first lesson are as followed:
Felix Richter
Waylon Park
Lee Everett
We will also be discussing the video games that they are in. (These will come in separate post. So weā€™ll be discussing two for the first one, three for the second one, and weā€™ll see about the third one.)
ā€¢Dead By Daylight (Parts One and Three)
ā€¢Outlast (Whistleblower DLC) (Part one)
ā€¢Resident Evil Biohazard/Village. (Part Two)
ā€¢God of War (Part Two)
ā€¢Bloodborne (Part Two or Three)
ā€¢Dark Deception (Parts Two and Three)
ā€¢Silent Hill (Part Two)ļæ¼
ā€¢Telltale The Walking Dead (Parts One and Three)
Now, have I played these games? I have for dead by daylight and the Walking dead. I have not played outlast. ļæ¼ļæ¼
My opinion will be revealed at the end. Please note, my opinion will not be based on as a whole but will be based on case-by-case basis.
Warning: spoilers ahead.
Letā€™s start off with Felix Ritcher.
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Game: Dead By Daylight
In Felixā€™s case, time is irrelevant, he doesnā€™t know where the fuck he is, nor if time has passed. He lives in a world where he is playing cat and mouse with killers trying to sacrifice him.
Death is not an escape and in the real world, nobody knows where the fuck Felix went. No survivor knows when they are getting out, let alone if they will get out.
Felix doesnā€™t know if heā€™ll ever see his wife or unborn kid again. He has hope but the entityā€™s gradually feeding off that hope, as the entity feeds off the emotions of the survivors.
The answer for Felix is: You can ship him if you want, itā€™s fine if you donā€™t. With Felix, I really donā€™t care if he gets shipped or if he doesnā€™t.
Next, Letā€™s look at Waylon Park
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Game: Outlast (Whistleblower)
Now, I have not played the game Outlast but I know enough about Waylon to discuss him.
Waylon is an interesting case.
In his case, he is married to a woman named Lisa park. I do not know anything about Lisa, but I do know Waylonā€™s relationship with her seems to be very loving. They have two kids and have a very loving marriage.
I know enough about fandomā€™s to know that people will ship whatever the fuck they want. However in Waylonā€™s case, that should probably be avoided. For the reason of, every other character, for the most part, is outlast is insane and tries to kill him. ļæ¼ļæ¼
A lot of ppl ship Weddie, which is the ship between Waylon Park and Eddie Gluskin. However, I have watched a lot of people play Outlast Whistleblower ļæ¼and I can safely say.
Do not ship Waylon with Eddie.
The reason I say thisā€¦ Itā€™s mainly because of what he does in canon.
He misgenders us, degrades Waylon, kidnaps Waylon, drugs him with sleeping spray, tries to cut off Waylonā€™s genitals, tries to force him to marry Eddie, and as heā€™s trying to Murder Waylon, bodyshames him. ļæ¼ļæ¼
Eddie literally says after Waylon hurts his foot from falling off a ladder, ā€œYouā€™d rather die than be with me? Then die.ā€
He literally tells him that if he doesnā€™t wanna be with him then he can die.
The answer for Waylon is this: You could but you probably shouldnā€™t. I say this because in his case, shipping him with anyone that is in Mount Massive Asylum is probably a bad idea.ļæ¼ļæ¼ļæ¼
Finally, let us look at Lee Everett.
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Game: Telltaleā€™s: The Walking Dead
Lee Everett is a complicated case.
He technically is married so he is getting put on the list.ļæ¼
Now, he loved his wife, he did. They had a good marriage or at least Lee thought so. He thought that his wife genuinely cared about him.
Unfortunately, he came home to his wife cheating on him with a senator. Love cannot exist without trust. And the fact is, his wife didnā€™t really love him. He came home and caught his wife cheating on him with a senator, causing Lee to lose it, and kill the senator.
Now, is that OK to do? Absolutely not but it is not OK to murder in response to cheating however, Lee did show regret, and remorse for his actions, not because of plot armor, but because heā€™s human. And in the game, spoiler ahead, he starts to fall for someone.
To answer the question of whether we should ship him or not, the answer is: you can if you want, and itā€™s OK if you do. Just as long as itā€™s healthy. ļæ¼
My opinion in general:
Iā€™m pretty neutral on it.
I look at the characters and the stories/gameplay. Soļæ¼Itā€™s that sometimes I donā€™t ship these characters, sometimes I do, but overall? I donā€™t care. As long as the relationship is healthy. ļæ¼ļæ¼ļæ¼ļæ¼ļæ¼
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i-am-the-anti-christ-to-you Ā· 2 years ago
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Gra-gra-gratitude!
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Having recently gone through a somewhat life-changing rejection, I find that gratitude is so important in grounding me to the things that I have, and the things that matter the most in my life. Okay now, class, say it with me:
G - Gratitude. A bit on the nose, but gratitude can be a source of oxygen when you are gasping for external validation and comfort after experiencing emotional trauma and abandonment. In practicing gratitude, I have to take a step back, breathe, and see the beauty in the things that surround me, the people who actually love me, and the great power that is in me.
R - my Room. Not gonna lie, room. You used to be suffocating and dull sometimes, but in my journey towards self-love, you are now a sacred space of respite. After long days outside at school or with friends, I always find myself craving to be basked in the warm soft glow of your lamp, safely nested in your soft sheets, and lovingly looked over by my very expensive, very aesthetic posters. You are a safe space for me to reflect and recharge, and more importantly, for me to watch Drawfee videos in solitude and snort-laugh as much as I want.
A - The law of Attraction. This one is dedicated to a friend I made just in the start of this year, this really intelligent and outgoing dude who somehow decided I was worth sitting next to. I am so grateful that you took the initiative to connect with me, and the fact that we share such similar experiences made me realise that the world is full of wonderful people who genuinely care. You never made me feel judged, and I always enjoyed your occasional sharing of climate news and podcasts with me even though I might have been too busy dealing with a panic attack to check them out thoroughly :') We just had a deep talk and you have no idea how much it meant to me when you said that "the stars align" and "we attract certain people because of who we are". You could see my pain and my growth. Feeling rather upset that you are graduating soon and that our friendship has been brief, but thank you for taking that first step and walking into my life. I hope we can continue being friends beyond uni, and become regular yoga buds!
T - Teachers. Specifically, my mom, a brilliant professor and my lifelong educator. She has taught me everything from walking, talking, rather fascinating but ultimately kinda useless plant physiology facts, to how to love and be loved. One of the best things that came out of an objectively awful life event is that I now know I could lie on my mother's chest and cry my heart out whenever I needed to. I have been directing my love to somebody who couldn't appreciate it for so long, and it's high time I directed it to somebody who has been loving me unconditionally since I was a bunch of cells in a test tube. Only until recently, the stupid kid in me saw my mom as the enemy, a dictator who would never understand me. Now, I truly see that the woman who gave life to me was willing to give her life for me as well. My mom is the one I am most grateful to and the one I love the most on this planet and nothing will ever change that.
I - I! As in, me! I am grateful for me. I am grateful for somehow keeping it together, somehow churning out essays (albeit painfully slowly) despite all the mental noise and trauma. Firstly, I am grateful for my body... though I haven't been to the best to you, you are still standing and going and honestly, thank you for harbouring my soul. Next, I am grateful for my mind. Never stop being delightfully imaginative. The world has put you through trials and tribulations but you have never stopped fighting to uphold my consciousness. And finally, I am grateful for my heart. You are still mending, but you are staying strong and open to the world that is overflowing with love. Thank you for being forgiving as well, and allowing me to grow from my mistakes. In time, you will heal. You used to beat for somebody else, somebody we thought would be forever special. But now, you have to learn to beat for me. Steadily, and only for me.
T - Damn it why is there another T. I want to say teacher again but I shan't so I shall put... Tutors. It's NOT the same, shut up. Prof Jolene your seminar is the highlight of my week and every time I enter your classroom I feel like I could leave my anxieties at the door. And this is NOT an exaggeration because I have literally broken down in school right before your class, and your contagious energy and sincere care towards your students never failed to lift my spirits. You are a huge inspiration and have made a permanent mark on me. Thank you, prof, and other professors who have attentively listened to me and let me peek into the gorgeous world of academia.
U - Understanding. Dedicated to all the friends who helped me through these tough times, and tried their best to understand me. You know who you are. Accompanying me to cry in the stairwell while the professor drones on about nudge theory; letting me boss you around in the gym and forcing you to do drop sets and then making you listen to my sob stories and while I am a bit averse to touch and to your sweaty hugs, I am forever grateful for your self-initiated big warm hugs; skyping me and listening to me and just doing work in the background and accompanying me while I sleep at 11am in the morning because I haven't slept in days; inviting me to watch Encanto screened on a mobile government propaganda van under the stars; being my pseudo-therapist and recognising the emotional labour I have been doing... Y'all are A+ people and please continue being great.
D - Discovery. Spiritual discovery. I am so grateful that I discovered Eckhart Tolle and his teachings. And no, this is not a religion. He teaches a way of thinking, or rather, a way of no-thinking, and a way of being. His words have saved me many a times from a mental meltdown, and I have since incorporated his teachings into my daily routine. My brain is a stormy ocean of intrusive thoughts and damaging patterns, and Eckhart has taught me how to wade above the water surface by embracing awareness. I am only starting my process of awakening, and hope I can one day effortlessly be in the Now.
E - And finally, my Ex, for breaking my heart and thus prompting so much emotional, mental, and behavioural growth in me, for all the times you were there for me, for the moments when I could see a fleeting reflection of myself in you, and for the memories no matter how badly things got so twisted and painful in the end. I am happy that I can look back and see how much love I am capable of giving to somebody else.
Also shout-out to my cat, Mochi the little void piss boy who has an in-built sadness detector in him. Thank you for shoving your furry little butt in my face whenever I was bawling my eyes out.
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moreofmeforever Ā· 2 months ago
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The World Of Bumble
The day after my 18th birthday I was fresh out of a toxic one-sided "relationship", And the day I decided to finally succumb to the low-life loners and download a dating app.
For some reason I thought the go-to (and most normal) one was bumble. Before I even knew that it was an idealistic pro-feminist dating app that pushes the woman to make the first choice, It seems At first glance a safe and smart strategy which it is in a way, But it also won't stop a weird man from being... Weird!
After posting your lineup of six photos that attempt to simultaneously show you're sexy, But also three dimensional, You finally put a few sentences of quirky one liners, And are free to swipe and rate men based on their physical attractiveness. As of right now i've been on bumble for about a month. I've acquired a hand full of interesting stories involving these bumble men. Here they are hand crafted and ranked from best to worst.
Frat boy: The mysterious frat boy started out as any other interaction I had with these womanizers dressed as "Nice guys looking for fun". We exchanged instagram accounts and I expected him to become another lost situation-ship stuck in follower-limbo, Within a few days however He invited me over to one of his halloween frat parties.. And not having anything else to do on a dull Thursday night, Decided to actually go. Upon seeing a very attractive teenage frat boy, I end up sleeping with him. Im only human. Over the past few weeks he has gone from the boy that I barely remember, To the boy i'm actively trying to hang out with given the chance. On again Off again hooking up has kept my generation alive, And i'm not about to stray away from it.
The boy that skates: One of my first bumble matches started with myself taking it about as serious as I was capable of, Which involved my first message being "Do you like the jackass movies be honest". The boy took it like a champ and gave it right back to me. We swap instagram accounts (Familiar huh?) and I find out he's the type of boy that sends pictures of himself, Voice recordings, Even videos of himself talking. This boy was almost exactly my type; Tall, Blonde, Niche enough to have a preference but not enough to be stuck up, And genuinely interesting. An instagram relationship is bound to dry out, And we eventually stop messaging, Until I post a superficial baiting post about a different bumble boy bringing me coffee(Boy #4), That has him replying saying he's upset with ME over it. A very anticlimactic version of a breakup ensues.
Vanilla: semi good looking, With a decently flowing conversation I Go on a date with this guy. 22 and a future of living in Japan, He seems a little out of touch to me, I couldn't begin to imagine us walking down the street holding hands. No spark, Every question was like trying to light a fuse with a thing of wet matches. He's a sweet guy, So after the first date I tried to make it work. He came into my work a few days after just to stop and say hello, Which was still painfully awkward, Im too much man for this man.
7brew coffee: There's not much to say about this one, I almost never reply to his messages within the two hour mark, And after taking two days to respond, I casually mention how Im desperate for coffee at work. He offers to bring me one, And even pays for the overpriced small pumpkin spice blonde.
These four men were just scratching the surface of what Bumble has to offer our demographic of single women. You're bound to run into some less-than respectful men anywhere, But Bumble seems to be their living den. From messages like "I can hit it raw now?" to "Can you call me owner?" I've lost the little hope I once had for our generation of men.
In conclusion, Im learning that grown men in their 20s are terrible at taking photos of themselves. The second thing is, They can and will say the most outlandish things that they'd be too embarrassed to do face to face. Bumble is a competitive sport that you will never win, No matter how hard you try to. The best thing you can get out of it is a free meal and a post debrief with your friends.
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