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thealphabard · 7 months ago
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A little bit of a pallet cleanser from anything fandom related. I will always be proud of myself and how far I've come. That scared teenager, doing everything in her power to fit in, will always be a part of this very colorful man, proud to be himself.
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eraserbread · 3 months ago
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nanami's not about to fight with u... he's just gonna show u who you truly belong to. read part 1 for context
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"i'm not fighting with you, just get on your knees."
"ken, we have a houseful of guests-
he's shaking his head, tugging his zipper in a fateful swoop. you don't lie and say you weren't buzzing with the idea of what he'd do next, but it felt so wrong. now was not the time to be getting him off.
"i won't repeat myself." then his pants are down and he's easing his already-flushed cock from its confines. he's rubbing himself to his full potential right in front of you, so comfortable with you standing in front of him, wide-eyed and nervous.
luckily your kitchen is closed off from the rest of the house, but it's not completely closed. someone could easily pop their head into the arched entryway and see everything you're seeing. deep down you know kento wouldn't let that happen. he has the awareness of an anxious cat, so you trust him enough to get on your knees, crawling to close the distance between you two.
"i'm doing this because domination tends to make you mild-mannered," he explains briefly, voice tinged with a hint of arousal. "and that's what I need from you right now. do you understand?"
"mhm." you reply, looking up at him with silent doe-eyes. from this angle at his feet, he looks so much bigger. daunting and familiar. so beautiful... and all yours.
"relax your throat." he demands just before taking a handful of your hair and guiding you down the length of him. he's not easy to take in the slightest - your jaw burns, eyes screwed shut as you try to swallow back a gag.
then, a thunderous bout of laughter erupts from the other room and you fold -- gagging and choking all over his pretty cock.
he yanks you backward, face screwed up in distaste. "what did I just tell you?"
"'m sorry." you whine as he smushes your lips with his tip.
"if satoru walks in here and sees you like this, i will be extremely upset."
"'m sorry." you repeat, genuinely sorry and just wanting him inside of you again. he's barely gracing your lips, but every atom in your body is screaming for him. if you thought satoru was charming five minutes ago, you didn't even know who he was now. all you want is your husband.
"him and his righteous savior complex.. makes me sick." he mutters, mostly to himself. he has two big hands on either side of your head, squeezing like only he can. it's been too long together, he knows you're not a china doll.
so, he fucks your limp throat like he hates you, eye twitching as he watches your face go more flushed with each mean thrust he's delivering. you've never taken him like this, feeling the drippy tip of his cock at the base of your throat, giving you goosebumps all around his touch. you've never felt closer to him, yet so pained by every one of his movements.
it's like your entire mind goes limp. etched with scrawling versions of his name only. he's you can think about, all you can taste...
only when he's finally done and marked your stomach with his seed, does he help you up with a strong hand, just holding you close for a second until yours stops shaking.
he doesn't say a word, just watching your eyes as they stare back at him expressionless but teary and bloodshot nonetheless. he leans forward and kisses your forehead.
"sorry. you know i'll always love you."
you nod, because... yeah. same. that makes him smile.
and he guides you back to your party holding your hand, watching out for you as you take the seat next to satoru back. it's like he doesn't even notice your presence, he's far too preoccupied teasing utahime about some nameless story from the past.
once the party has concluded and kento is seeing them all out, does satoru stop and say something.
"poor, little nanami..." satoru stops just before he reaches the first step past the front door. ken regards him with a nod, leaning against the doorframe. "this is what happens when the lamb chooses a wolf."
"do i even want you to explain?"
satoru shrugs him off, throwing up in hand as a curt goodbye as he turns around. "she's too nice. it's sad to know you yelled at her... she was all teary-eyed and mellow for the rest of the night."
kento turns around, chuckling to himself as he finally shuts the front door. reveling in the quiet comfort of his home he thinks:
ha. did much more than make her cry...
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vexwerewolf · 3 months ago
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In your opinion, what is the most fuckable Lancer frame?
Dusk Wing, windmill slam.
Now some Lanceblrs are probably gonna call me a basic bitch, but let me explain my reasoning here.
Now I'm a monsterfucker. I like fucking monsters. And we can all talk about fantasies and shit but if I'm gonna take a mech's dick - and I am, I'm the bottom in this scenario and I'm planting my flag right now - it needs to be Size 1/2. I'm sorry, but no human body is capacious enough to accept the schlong of a Size 1 mech. I don't care if you've been training on Chance XLs your entire adult life, the GMS Standard-Pattern Size 1 fuckpole is meant for mechs of its own size class only. My pelvic floor would disintegrate upon touching it. It's a non-starter. Size 1/2s only.
Unfortunately, this restriction leaves me with a distressingly small stable of viable mechs, some of which are instant disqualifications.
The Caliban is right out the window, immediately. It's not a machine intended to be an image of man fucking large. It was never meant to thrust across the battlefield erotically to affect a greater orgasm. It is a tool designed to kill human beings very, very quickly. The Caliban is married to the job, and the only ejaculations it produces are 8-gauge buckshot. I'm going to confidently put it down as asexual. Also, the awkward arrangement of its hips would produce deeply inadequate thrusting.
The Kobold is clearly into BDSM, and specifically, waxplay. The Kobold likes to cause you erotic pain by dripping molten fluids all over your naked, trembling body, and don't get me wrong, that's hot - but we're talking like 900 degrees hot. I want my body to burn with forbidden passion, not to actually catch fire because it's covered in superheated chemicals that shouldn't ever touch. Besides, their spiky carapace feels like it would be a problem for some of the positions I want to try.
The Napoleon and I actually dated once and it didn't go very well at all so he's right out.
Now you'd think on first glance that the Atlas is the perfect fuckbuddy - anthroform, roughly the correct height, weight and shape, and possessed of those athletic, muscular arms that can just pin you down while going to town on you. That's all well and good, but he's so painfully boring. All he ever wants to do is fuck missionary, and his idea of aftercare is watching Demon Slayer. I can't. I just can't.
The Goblin wouldn't return my calls. After the third try, it just texted me this:
0S1R1Smaxx1ng: girl fuck off harrison iii just added me to a group chat
Now, that leaves the Dusk Wing, which fortunately for us presents several advantages.
Firstly: hands. Six of them (at bare minimum). You know how hot it is to be pinned to the wall by your wrists, your ankles and STILL get your tits and ass groped? Those hands are dextrous and surprisingly gentle, and when those fingers go in your mouth, you can bite down hard without hurting your jaw or chipping your teeth.
Secondly: comfort. The Dusk Wing is based off of old EVA hardsuit designs, built for ergonomics, so a lot of its non-armored sections are made out of flexible polymer that doesn't chafe against your skin. The armored sections are smooth composite. There's no spurs or spikes, no jagged or protruding elements, and no crush hazards. Heat rejection systems mostly point backwards from the mech, which might be a problem if I wanted to be on top, but we've already established I don't.
Thirdly: memetics. I'm an absolute freak for mind control, and the Dusk Wing can make me feel like I'm being fucked by sixteen of itself at once. It can squeeze my tongue and whisper its name to me and make me feel like me and it are the only things in the entire universe. It can show me myself climaxing over and over and over and over and over and over.
I hope this excessively answers your question.
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eva-does-their-best · 9 months ago
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Going from "I'm not one of those trans people who do x or y" to "I am so one of those and I should have not judged them and I am glad that I got rid of the normative judgemental attitude I used to have".
Going from "I'm just a lesbian so liking trans men is wrong i don't want to deny their manhood" to "My sexuality is weird and that is fine, I like who I like despite the theoretical implications of it and I am not denying anyone's identity because I like them for who they are and respect them no matter what".
Going from "I'm just a regular binary she/her woman" to "I'm a girl and a woman but my dissociation and life experiences also make me feel impersonal so I can use it/its and I'm not weird for it, i wouldn't even be weird if I had no justification either, I can even use doll pronouns because I like them and they make me feel warm and happy and that is what matters".
Going from "Ok so these are all the labels with their very clear definitions and meanings and everything else is internet quirky stuff" to "I literally would not know how to explain what you are and I won't force you to explain it if you don't want, I don't need to understand it to accept you, you are valid and loved. If you instead want to explain it to me I'll do my best to learn and defend it whenever I can".
Going from "I am so sad, frustrated, angry and in pain because I will never be or look cis" to "I actually don't like the cis normative look, I don't want to cispass, I like trans beauty but specifically I like me beauty, the one where I am still myself but a more me version of myself. The world constantly told me what I should aspire to be and look like and like and I was brainwashed for so long but now I've broken free and am free to fully love myself and everyone else in this world who ever thought they were weird or ugly because my eyes find so much beauty in everything and everyone!"
Going from "Ew furries" to "I don't want to make fun of people who deviate from the norm because that is exactly what happens to me and we should all be together or else we are treating ourselves as exceptions and exceptions are easily revoked, I will learn to love everyone against a brain poisoned with conservativism and "normality". I like rats I should make a rat fursona or smth it would be so cute it'd so represent me :3".
Going from "I am useless, lazy, falling behind, a disappointment" to "I am physically and mentally disabled, there have never been accomodations for me in any aspect of my life and the intersectionalities of gender, sexuality, economical situation, etc. have made my life extremely difficult, I forgive myself for both failing and for blaming myself, I will seek help and advocate for myself to the best of my abilities and I will respect my limits in this world that was not made for people like me".
Learning is hard, changing is scary, but it's mostly just your brain being a conservative for the sake of commodity, safety and self-preservation, sometimes you need to fight your brain in a war of attrition but when you finally win you'll be so much happier.
I am so much happier now, my world is bigger and brighter and I see everyone and everything with a new, beautiful light. I look back on how I was and how I thought and how the world works and it all looks so much worse and grey, I am not going back there, this new mind is my home now.
And the best part is that I know I will keep learning more and changing more and the world and this life will keep getting better and better🥰.
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dduane · 4 months ago
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Erotica and anniversaries
...The big E, first. Here she is. Isn't she lovely?
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...Right there upstairs at the Library of Congress, on the second floor. (I noted at the time we passed through some years back—and continue to smile at the memory—that her artist has included his copyright statement right there, to make sure no one misses it.)
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...Anyway, where were we? ...Oh yeah: the local takes on erotic writing and smut.
This subject seems to come up every couple of years. What nudged me into revisiting it this time was the notes off a comment to a post earlier today, responding to someone working on an explicit-leaning AU, and discussing the writing of (story) bibles for projects.
Anyway, the notes:
#love that the advice was not just 'stick to porn' or 'don't write porn at all' but 'ah yes; common problem; let me explain to you how to write a series bible'
Well, disclosure here: in my case, it can't really be otherwise. :)
Let this act as everybody's sort-of-biennial reminder (if needed) that I'm not going to be caught condemning people for writing smut, as I've written it myself. (And continue to do so when the mood moves me.)
The post from very nearly two years ago, discussing the issue in more detail, is over here. As you'll see if you read it, there were some folks who experienced brief episodes of cognitive dissonance on learning I was a cheerful writer of explicit material. Some of the surprise was probably due to the fact that a lot of people see me—mostly due to the relatively-higher profile of the Young Wizards books—as primarily a writer for younger readers.
But that's not how I got started. My (1979) debut novel centers a universe where the following exchange between two of the protagonists appears—they then being wrapped up in blankets and afterglow in the wake of a prolonged and enthusiastic post-reunion shag:
A soft chuckle in the darkness. “Lorn, remember that first time we shared at your place?” “That was a long time ago.” “It seems that way.” “—and my father yelled up the stairs, ‘What are you dooooooooing?’ “—and you yelled back, ‘We’re fuckinnnnnnnnnnng!’” “—and it was quiet for so long—” “—and then he started laughing—” “Yeah.”
Nor was this a one-off. This book and its sequels contain a fair number of passages in which human (and occasionally non-human) sexualities, both in the abstract and the experientially concrete, take center stage. And the mode in which they're expressed and discussed is intended for adults. Those sequences can probably be described as at least borderline erotica. (I certainly try had to be as graceful about such passages as I can, when and where it's appropriate to be.)
With this in mind, it's worth repeating what turns up in that earlier post, which came off a query to a ficcer about "how do you feel knowing that people may be jerking off to your work?":
I'm an entertainer. Writing's a form of entertainment. (And not just for the readership: for me, too.) To be aroused by art one's experienced is (almost by definition) to be entertained, I'd say...
Other people's art in these modes certainly is entertaining for me: and I desperately hope mine is for other people. (Almost all my more explicit writing is published only pseudonymously, which from my point of view is just fine. There's a fair amount of writing work out in the world that [for contractual or other business reasons] doesn't have my name on it. This is just more of the same.)
(Per that, adding here again my own tags from that earlier post:)
#and no I'm not going to let on where the smut is#why would i deny anyone the delights of the search#and of being repeatedly mistaken#while possibly finding smut writers who're better at it than i am#:)
Anyway, finally: from that earlier post—on nearly the thirty-eighth anniversary of something happening to me that would, just a year before the event, have seemed wildly unlikely—this note, unusually apposite because of what today is, and what's coming tomorrow.
I consider erotica—and its more casually-dressed (or undressed…) cousin, smut—to be perfectly legit forms of literary expression; ones that can soar to unexpected heights if you’re willing to put in the work. The sexy-stuff-writing muscle requires periodic exercise if it’s to remain viable and/or useful. So I exercise it. And being a 70-plus-year-old person who sometimes creaks audibly when she walks has done absolutely nothing to decrease my interest in the subject—the brain being, after all, the biggest sex organ, and the one least vulnerable to the depredations of time. If anything, nearly fifty years of experience (and more than three and a half decades of marriage to @petermorwood) have added… let’s just say nuance. 😏
So, happy Valentine's Day to all those who choose to celebrate, in whatever mode.
And to the Man Upstairs:
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...See you in a few, sweetie. :)
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n0vazsq · 5 months ago
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Barcelona boy | Marc Bernal x Reader
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pairing . . . marc bernal x sainz!gf!reader
summary . . . Announcing that you're dating a Barcelona boy (when you were from Madrid and when your brother is probably the biggest Real Madrid fan) was hard, but the internet had your back, at least mostly
request . . . yes!! based on this request!
word count . . . N/A
warnings . . . none! reader is youngest sainz and is 17!! ALSO convos between carlos, reader and marc (basically spanish speakers) will be in spanish but written in english bc i dont want to bother with wrong translation <3
faceclaim . . . various girls from pinterest!
alexavia yaps . . . lmk if i should make a part 2!!!! legit spent like 27 years trying to find plot ideas for this when it finally clicked last night so yes!! i hope yall like it! ALSO IGNORE HOW THE POSTS CHANGE FORMAT HALFWAY THROUGH I HAD TO COMPENSATE THE IMAGE LIMIT!!
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yourusername THANK GOD hes going back to racing, istg one more day and i wouldve killed myself <3 AT LEAST piñón is all mine now!!
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username1 HOW CAN YOU BE SO PRETTY BRUSHING YOUR GODDAMN TEETH??
username2 on my knees for both of them
carlossainz55 that's how you treat your older brother?
yourusername yes??
carlossainz55 we need to teach you manners again
yourusername whos WE?? you need to be retaught manners too
carlossainz55 EXCUSE ME???
yourusername excused ❤❤
username3 woag
username4 so like when is our wedding
username5 y/n feeding us with carlos content omg i love her
username6 seems like someone else loves her too.....talking to you marcbernal_
username5 whos that
username6 hes a footballer and hes been lurking in y/ns likes for like centuries
username5 damn thats deep
lamineyamal posting for him?
yourusername no ❤❤
lamineyamal sure
yourusername lamine i swear
lamineyamal swear what?
yourusername no
lamineyamal okay then
yourusername NO DONT @ HIM
lando_norris i dont understand whats going on but seeing y/n scared is worth it
username7 oh my
username8 the sainz siblings are my bisexual awakening
username9 can someone tell me the relationship between lamine and y/n?
username6 theyre friends!! i think they had a mutual school friend who introduced them to each other and then they became friends
username10 PINON!!!!!!!!!!!!
username11 why does she know so many barca players when shes literally from madrid
username12 oh golly time to go die because ill never get a chance with her
username13 real
marcbernal_ beautiful
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username14 MARC BERNAL CASAS EXPLAIN THIS?????
username15 bros FINALLY shooting his shot
username16 about TIME
username17 this is a monumental day for y/n and marc shippers
username18 meow
username19 sigh to be as beautiful as her
username20 she should do modelling
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marcbernal_ visiting madrid but still found a way to connect to barca
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username21 what is bro doing in madrid
username22 tourism??
username21 doesnt that girl y/n signs or sum live in madrid
paucubarsi visca barca!
marcbernal_ visca barca ❤💙
username23 theyve been brainwashed by the barca headquarters
username24 i mean its their job
username25 hes so cute i cant
username26 IS THAT FUCKING PIÑÓN?!??!?!?
username27 VISCA BARCA!!!!!!!!!!!!!
username28 ofc yourusername is in the likes
username29 i need marc in ways that are concering to feminisim
username30 oh to be famous
username31 manifesting a barca win
username32 when i say i need to be wag i meant be HIS wag
lamineyamal who's dog is that?
marcbernal_ none of your business
lamineyamal don't get feisty lover boy
username33 lover boy huh
username34 i live for lamine terrorising and violating marc
username35 AHHH I SAW HIM OUTSIDE THE SHOP
username36 WE HAVE BEEN FED A MARC SELFIE
username37 hes so pretty i say as i sigh dreamily
username38 not lamine terrorising both marc and y/n LMFAO
username39 i just know hes their number one shipper
username40 ARGENTINA MENTION??? VAMOS 🇦🇷🇦🇷🇦🇷🇦🇷🇦🇷🇦🇷
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yourusername ew im reunited with carlos but im back on the track!! carlos starting p2 but i have hope for him! FORZA FERRARI SEMPRE
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username41 dare i say WHAT IS MARC BERNAL DOING IN THE LIKES
username42 weirdest crossover fr
username41 i just realised they might be together so its not weird
scuderiaferrari forza ferrari 🏁🏎️
yourusername VAMOS CARLOS 🇪🇦🇪🇦🇪🇦🇪🇦🇪🇦
username43 HELP y/n is not having any of that italian propaganda
username44 what a life
username45 can i marry her so i can attend the races too
username46 mothered so hard the earth cracked
carlossainz55 my bad luck charm ❤
yourusername consider death?
carlossainz55 no
yourusername thats sad, you should consider it
carlossainz55 stop telling me to kill myself
yourusername no
carlossainz55 im telling mama
yourusername pls no im sorry
lando_norris so this is how i make y/n shut up
username47 i live for the sainz sibling shenanigans
username48 real stuff
username49 oh to be related to a f1 driver
username50 manifesting a carlos win so he gets to spray y/n with the champagne
username51 bribing max to let carlos win
username52 guys y/n is my wife btw
username53 nah shes my wife
marcbernal_ MY wife
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username52 did marc bernal just reply to my comment or am i schizophrenic
username54 probably the latter bc i didnt see anything
username53 me either
username55 that book is not a want its a need
username56 dream in life is to attend a gp
username57 AND see y/n there
username58 just realised that if she dates marc then we get marc paddock appearances
username59 a goddess
username60 i NEED her omg
username61 I MET HER IN THE GP AND SHE WAS SO NICE OMG
username62 LUCKYYYY
username63 GOD HAS FAVS
username64 MY DREAMMM UGHH
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marcbernal_ 🏝️☀️
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username65 SIR???
username66 marc you cant post this then refuse to elaborate
username67 SOFT LAUNCH?????
paucubarsi ohh getting brave arent we
marcbernal_ shut up
paucubarsi never 😊
username68 WHOS THE GIRL
username69 is that y/n or am i delusional
username70 fell to my knees in a walmart
lamineyamal 👀
marcbernal_ 🤐
username71 why are they communicating in emojis
username72 HEAR ME OUT. the girl is y/n
username73 shes in the likes too
yourusername pretty
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username74 NOT A DRILL NOT A DRILL WE GOT A Y/N COMMENT
username75 WHOS Y/N IM SO SICK OF NOT KNOWING
username76 shes carlos sainz's sister
username77 and lamine's friend
username78 also rumored to be dating marc
username79 and she's the biggest barca fan despite being from madrid (she legit blocks her brother when she uploads herself in barca merch)
username80 the lore is insane
username81 HES SO GORGEOUS IM SOBBING
username82 who taught this man to take aesthetic pics
username83 hes growing up and posting soft launches now 🥹
username84 we took his baby stage for granted 😔💔
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yourusername carlos won his last race so now im on vacation from f1
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carlossainz55 IS THAT A MAN????
yourusername yes that is a MAN
carlossainz55 answer the phone
carlossainz55 Y/N I AM NOT PLAYING GAMES PICK UP THE PHONE
carlossainz55 Y/N SAINZ VAZQUEZ DE CASTRO
carlossainz55 im coming over
username85 carlos freaking out over y/n having a bf is so cute ngl
lando_norris dont give him ideas
username85 LANDO REPLIED TO MY COMMENT WTF????
username86 TWO SOFT LAUNCH PICS IN ONE POST???
username87 we better not take this for granted
username86 true words
lamineyamal 👀
yourusername shhhh
username28 WHAT IS LAMINE DOING HERE?!??!?!!?
username89 crashing out bc he commented the same thing on marc's post and both y/n and marc had the same reply
username88 so they basically hard launched
username89 yes
username90 a FUCKING NECK is my gay awakening
username91 SHE INST SINGLE ANYMORE?
username92 im calling it thats marc bro
username93 GORGEOUSSSS
username94 HOW is she SO PRETTY??????? i need y/n to give me all her secrets bro
lando_norris oh boy
yourusername what are you 'oh boy'ing for
lando_norris if carlos finds out who he is, youre dead meat
yourusername he'll find it with the rest of the internet
lando_norris alright then
username95 what did lando mean??
username96 i need y/ns life
username97 how to be like her no glue no borax
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yourusername visca barca, visca marc. love you mi amor 🫶 Tagged: marcbernal_
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username98 DIED
username99 OH MY GOD????
username100 I KNEW ITTTTTTT
username101 cue the carlos meltdown in...
username102 3...
username101 2...
username102 1...
carlossainz55 Y/N SAINZ VÁZQUEZ DE CASTRO CENAMOR RINCÓN REBOLLO BIRTO MORENO DE ARANDA DON PERO URRIELAGOIRIA PÉREZ DEL PULGA
carlossainz55 A BOY????
carlossainz55 YOU HAVE A BOYFRIEND??
carlossainz55 A BARCELONA BOY????
carlossainz55 COULDNT CHOOSE ANY OTHER BOY???
carlossainz55 YOU DISGRACE
carlossainz55 TRAITOR
yourusername are you done?
carlossainz55 NO
yourusername dont say it then
username103 dont know if i should be shocked or unsurpirsed
username104 both
lando_norris congrats n/n!! so happy for both of you
yourusername thank you lando 🫶
marcbernal_ thank you!!
username105 LANDO BEING THE SUPPORTIVE OLDER BROTHER FIGURE MY HEARTTTTT
username106 i just know damn well carlos is on the verge of tears
username107 THEYRE SO GORGEOUS I CANT
username108 my parents 🙏🙏
username109 PARASOCIAL RELATIONSHIP FRRRR
lamineyamal congratulations!!
yourusername thank YOU for introducing us
lamineyamal im finally credited for my efforts
yourusername nvm
marcbernal_ thank you lamine ❤
paucubarsi ohhh youre the girl hes always talking about
marcbernal_ PAU
yourusername im flattered please tell me more
paucubarsi will do whenever we meet 😊 congrats by the way!
yourusername thank you pau!!
username110 my dream couple frrrr
username111 GOALS OMG
username112 its true love if she supports the rival city for him
username113 barca boy and madrid girl, couldnt have been better
username114 BEST LOVE STORY FRRR
carlossainz55 i guess its fine if you love him. congratulations to you and marc
yourusername AWW CARLITOOO <33 THANK YOU
carlossainz55 dont push it
carlossainz55 and marcbernal_ you better treat her good and be respectful towards her or i will personally run you over with my ferrari
marcbernal_ YES SIR. i love your sister very much i wouldnt even consider doing anything bad to her even if i was held at gunpoint
carlossainz55 gun to your head. cheat on y/n or ghost her
yourusername carlos???
carlossainz shh, let him speak
marcbernal_ pull the trigger
carlossainz55 he passed! you picked a good one y/n
username115 if my future bf isnt like marc i dont want him
username116 carlos being an overprotective brother is so cute my heart cant take this shit
username117 WHAT QUESTION IS CARLOS ASKING HELP???
username118 marc is creative i wouldnt have thought of that
username119 carlos has creative threats ngl
username120 spanish royalty ong
marcbernal_ i love you so much, mi cielo
yourusername i love you more, my barcelona boy
marcbernal_ love you more than anything, my madrid girl
yourusername 🫶❤
marcbernal_ ❤❤
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mrcrawly · 3 months ago
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Dr. House is some of the best unintentional autistic representation I have seen in popular media
I think the title is a slight overstatement, but I honestly feel this way. I'm not finished with House MD by ANY means so do keep that in mind, but I'm almost finished with season 2 so this is based off what I have seen.
Also: I am aware that there is an episode where they discuss the possibility that House has Asperger's. Obviously that term has fallen out of favor because Asperger was, you know, a Nahtzee, but I am going to emphasize that House has particularly low-support needs. My source is that I'm autistic and this is a topic I'm relatively familiar with. (Also. please take this with a grain of salt because David Shore also created "The Good Doctor" which is a comparatively pretty poor representation of autism, but I'm going to talk about House MD in its own vacuum.)
Lack of knowledge or concern for social cues. I don't really think this needs explaining, but House doesn't seem to have much regard or respect for social norms. He doesn't care much for social approval or maintaining relationships. I don't necessarily characterize this as specifically being an autistic trait, because this can greatly vary, but this is something I see in myself and other autistic people.
Strong sense of justice and morals. I see a lot of people calling House a "sociopath" simply because he isn't particularly empathetic. But the word sociopath gets thrown around a lot and it really doesn't characterize him well at all. I would argue that House feels cognitive empathy rather than the more emotional sense of empathy that most people experience, but equating empathy and morality is a big no-go. House has little concern for some ethical principles, as the show points out pretty often, but House is never looking to hurt anybody. House is always pretty dry and easily annoyed, but the only time we see him openly angry and upset is when someone endangers a patient. When Chase fucks up the angiogram, potentially putting a woman's life in danger, he holds it against him for ages. And in "The Mistake," when a woman dies and it has to be determined whose fault it was, House yells at Chase in the middle of the lobby over his negligence. Also, House does actually have empathy when it's necessary. He typically softens himself around younger patients and will make an effort to be calm, and when Stacy admits that she and Mark have been fighting and becomes upset, he tries to help her calm down and doesn't try to make the situation about himself. When he thinks that his "nemesis" from school is faking the results of his migraine medicine, he goes out of his way to prove that he's right - partially because, yeah, he wants to be right and get Weber back - but also because he sees this as cheating, and knows it's ultimately harming people.
Very few, specific interests. House doesn't seem to have a lot that he's interested in. His job is one of them, because he gets joy and satisfaction out of solving medical problems. It's also established that he's deeply invested in General Hospital and monster trucks (although I wasn't sure if that was a House thing or a Wilson thing? But he seemed pretty excited about it too). Other than that, he doesn't have many obvious or noteworthy things he's interested in.
Difficulty maintaining interpersonal relationships. Wilson is House's only friend, and House seems to be (mostly) content with that. He cares about other people, in his own strange way, but he consistently struggles to create and maintain personal relationships, whether because of his disregard for social niceties or because of his fear of vulnerability. Again, this may not necessarily be in relation to autism, but it's worth noting.
Odd speech patterns. I'm sick of media making it seem like all autistic people can't comprehend sarcasm. It is common for autistic people to take things literally, but autistic people also sometimes use sarcasm and metaphors more than the average person in verbal communication. I do this all the time. House is constantly saying weird, offbeat things, or making strange, vague metaphors, especially when he's deep in thought.
Stimming. Throwing his ball at the wall. Pacing. Spinning his cane around. Tapping his cane on the floor. Spinning it like a baton when he's alone in the room and trying to think. Sometimes he also nods his head back and forth when he's thinking.
Routine. This one is a little hard to spot, because House actually does seem to thrive when things are changing or new things happen. I see this mostly in House wearing the same things all the time. He's usually wearing some button-up and a blazer/jacket over it, and typically jeans and the same pair of shoes. The shoes are most likely for his comfort, but sometimes autistic people like to wear the same things a lot because it's what's most comfortable or they don't have to worry about unpredictability. Also, it seems like he eats the same thing a lot, since everyone knows he gets a dry Reuben sandwich.
This is just what I noticed and based on my personal experiences as an autistic person. This doesn't mean I think the show discusses autism in the most graceful or meaningful way - I just really like to break down my favorite characters and analyze them.
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idkwhatever580 · 7 months ago
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Baby No!
Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x Reader
Prompt: Reader finds a mug identical to Natasha's favorite mug and starts plotting...
Warnings: Fake tears, broken glass, swearing, kind of mandala effect, karma? (I don't believe in karma, but it's the easiest way to explain it.
A/N: Hey guys! I feel like I haven't made a serious post in forever and I am having some serious writers block with the requests (I'm so super-duper sorry about that) But I always feel like after writing a few pranks, I get into the gist of things again. However, I might be fooling myself this time since I think I have a 2,000-word essay due next week that I haven't started on and a 1,000-word essay possibly 1,500 words due the following week, so yeah. T-T
Also, this was inspired by that one masc lesbian tiktoker named Alaire. They make a bunch of videos reenacting scenes with their girlfriend who has only ever dated men. They always go like "baby no!" when their gf is crying or about to cry lol.
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It was just a normal day for you, driving home from buying groceries and you impulsively decided to stop at your local thrift store to see if they had anything new.
They knew you buy name and saved what they thought would interest you because you frequented their shop so much. You literally got first pick on most of the items they had solely because they love you so much.
So, as you stroll in, you smile and wave at the owner who waves back and nods her head to signal that there is new stuff in the back waiting for you to inspect.
You smile and walk right past all of the racks and shelves that you've sifted through a hundred times before, and you walk into the back and wave at Mary, the sorter.
You walk to your section that they labeled and you immediately frown, you spot a mug that you know.
It's Natasha's favorite mug. The mug has cute handle and was the only one that you could ever find. So, you walk over to it and pick it up wondering if it ended up in the box of things that you donated, possibly on accident. Although you could have sworn Nat was using it just the other day.
You roll your eyes picking it up and remembering that you have cold groceries in the car, you decide that you need to go. While taking it to the register, you decide not to mention anything to Kevin, the cashier, because they would probably give it back to you for free and you hate to leave them without buying a single thing.
You pay for the mug and take it home. Once you get back, you quietly wash the mug and go to put it in its usual spot, but you find that the mug is already there. You have a moment where your brain is stuck trying to put the pieces together, but when it clicks that you just bought a duplicate to the unique mug that Natasha loves so dearly, you start plotting.
You smirk and run upstairs knowing that Nat is in training for another hour or so and you quickly grab the fake blood from your period prank with Nat.
You know that Nat will probably come in on the first floor, and you chill in the basement, where Nat has coincidentally found her mug from you forgetting to put it back after stealing it. You check the time and calculate how long you have.
15 minutes... that's enough time for you to glue a fragment of the dupe coffee mug to your hand mostly carefully so you don't actually cut yourself and pour the blood in a way that it is dripping down your arm from your hand.
Once you are sure it looks amazing from every angle, you smirk and set up the camera. Which probably would have been easier to do with two hands but whatever. You like to do things the hard way sometimes.
Natasha comes in and yells out, "Y/n! I'm home!"
You yelp out pretending to be startled by her voice and you drop the mug on the floor.
Natasha hears the familiar crash of shattering ceramic and runs down to check on you saying, "Y/n? Are you alright?"
You fake a worried face and tone, "Yes! I'm fine baby! Just whatever you do, don't come down here!"
She frowns, "I need to make sure you are okay, I'm coming down okay?"
"Baby No!"
It's too late, she is already rushing down the stairs to check on you, the first thing she sees when she scans the room is you cowering in the middle of the floor with shattered ceramic pieces all around you and one big shard in your hand, "Y/n! Oh my god!"
She runs over, careful not to kick any ceramic pieces around, and carefully takes your hand in hers, "What happened detka?"
She looks into your eyes and you make your lip quiver and your eyes fill with tears as she tries to hush you, "No baby, its okay, please don't cry."
You let a few tears slip and say, "but- but you- I-" Your eyes widen as you look down and say, "Nat please don't be mad!"
She furrows her eyebrows reaching in the closet quickly to grab a first aid kit as she sits you on a table to assess your hand.
You frown and rush out, "I was drinking with your mug and then you scared me, and I dropped it and broke your favorite mug!"
She freezes when she realizes exactly what mug you have stabbing into your hand right now, but only briefly. She quickly composes herself and shakes her head, "I don't care baby, mugs are replaceable, you are not."
You quickly smirk at the camera when she looks away but recover when she comes back. She sets up her stuff and stops to look up into your eyes, "Detka? I know this isn't your first rodeo, but this is probably going to hurt like a bitch. I still need you to sit still though, okay?"
You nod your head as she starts to carefully wipe the blood off to try and assess the wound and how many stitches you'll need.
She frowns, "This looks like it should be deeper, but I think it is only superficial. That is a good thing, it means you might not have to go to Bruce, but I'm going to need to take the ceramic shard out before I make any final decisions."
You nod your head, but as she goes to pull it out slowly you yelp and pull your hand away before she can even touch it, "I'm scared! What if I bleed out?"
She shakes her head and holds yours in her hands, "You're not going to bleed out, I promise. If I was worried about that, I would have already taken you to the Med-bay, okay? I just need you to trust me. Take a deep breath, okay?"
You inhale and exhale slowly, and then bring your hand over to hers and nod your head.
When Natasha pulls the cut shard off of your hand though, she sees that it was glued on, and your hand underneath it is completely fine. When you see confusion cross her features, you start giggling, and not long after you are laughing your ass off.
She makes the connection, and her face drops to a glare. "Are you kidding me? I was so concerned about how the hell you even got a piece of ceramic this big into your hand in the first place, and you were just pranking me the whole time?"
You giggle and nod your head, but you forget to tell her about the duplicate mug scenario, so she frowns and says, "Did you seriously break my mug for a prank?"
After thinking about it, you decide to double prank her and nod your head laughing even more, but you realize you crossed the line when she drops down and slowly starts picking up every piece she can, and she starts trying to place them together.
Obviously, this doesn't work, and it crumbles to pieces again, but she sniffs a bit, and you realize the gravity of the situation. You place a hand on her shoulder, and she shrugs you off, so you try to talk to her, "Baby? I'm sorry, okay? I didn't realize it meant that much."
She shakes her head and mumbles out, "My sestra got that mug for me. It was the second thing she ever bought for herself once she got out of the red room, and she gave it to me. She- she's going to be heartbroken when she finds out it's broken. I'm heartbroken that it is broken." She lets a tear fall and then composes herself.
"Wow, I- I never knew, I'm so sorry. Can't we just find one on ebay or something?"
Nat lets out a frustrated huff and stands up and she starts cleaning the glass off the floor as she rants, "No! I can't find one on ebay, don't you think I've tried? Don't you think I know how clumsy and stupid you are, and was trying to be prepared for a situation like this to happen because you never ever listened to me when I told you not to touch my mug, but you're Y/N so you have to break the rules! I just didn't realize that the reason I would need such a duplicate would be because you are so careless and awful that you'd break this!"
Your jaw drops a bit at her rant, and you try to find words as Nat huffs and starts calming her breathing. You are a little hurt by her words which, on one side, you don't have a right to be hurt because you are the one that wanted to do a prank, but on the other hand, Nat just admitted that she never initially trusted you with her mug which really hurts. "I- I don't know what to say..."
Nat sighs and mumbles, "Look, I'm sorry, okay? I am just frustrated and I-"
You put your hand up to stop her and move to open a drawer and grab the original mug. You hold it in your hands, "I found a mug that looked exactly like yours at the thrift store today. I thought it would be some harmless fun to smash the duplicate one and prank you, but I'm realizing that I may have taken it too far."
You try to not let the fact that you are incredibly hurt show, but you are not the black widow or anything, so you just start on your own rant. "I know it was heartless and cruel of me to play this kind of prank on you. In my defense you never told me the story behind the mug, so I didn't realize how much it meant to you. Now... I am very sorry that I broke the duplicate on purpose, but here is your precious mug that you clearly don't trust my clumsy ass with. And most of all, I'm sorry that you never trusted me enough with it in the first place, so much so, that you thought you had to find it online so that I wouldn't hurt your precious mug."
You softly, but firmly, push the original mug into Natasha's hand and step back. You turn to go upstairs and inevitably lock yourself in the bathroom or something, but Nat says, "Y/n wait! I- I didn't mean it, I was just angry, okay? People say things that they don't mean when they get angry."
You huff and turn around and hold up your pointer finger, "No Natasha, you’re lying to me, want to know how I know that you are lying? Natasha Romanoff does not say hurtful things when she gets angry. Maybe I do, maybe Yelena and Tony and Steve and Alexie and so many others do, but not Natasha. No..."
You pause and start using every name in the book you can come up with, "Natalie Rushman stays calm and collected when she is angry, Fanny Longbottom takes a step back and thinks before she speaks, Natalia Romanova is calculative and smooth with her words. So, no... Do not tell me that MY Natalia Alianovna Romanova has suddenly had a change of heart, and suddenly starts spewing nonsense that she doesn't mean when she is angry, because that is a lie. The Nat I know, has more self-control than anyone on this earth, the Talia I know does not say something that she doesn't mean unless she knows I will catch her joke or understand her sarcasm, the Natty I know doesn't lie for things like this. So don't go and say something just to make me feel better after you spoke your truth, even if it did hurt my feelings..."
You take a deep breath and look deep into her eyes, "And before you say it, I know I have no right to be hurt over how you felt when I broke your mug, but you and I both know it goes so much deeper than just a mug. I get why you were angry and frustrated, I really do, and I understand why you said those hurtful things, you had every right to do it. Those hurtful things were at least truthful, I just wish you didn't feel the need to lie to save my peace. I wish you'd have told me that you didn't trust me with something that meant so much to you. It probably would have saved a lot of hurt."
She opens and closes her mouth to try and come up with something. Anything. She sighs eventually and nods her head, “you’re right. I should have just told you, it’s no excuse but I thought it would be better if I kept it a secret, but now I see that I was wrong. I'm sorry baby."
You hum and say, "Honestly, I'd have done the same thing. So, sorry for getting all pissy about it, you were just trying to look out for me, but unfortunately it was a lose-lose situation for the both of us." Thankfully, your ADHD brain jumps topics swiftly when there is an awkward pause, and you say, "I'm hungry. Are you hungry? Let's make dinner!"
You both go upstairs and start cooking y'alls dinner and live happily ever after. ;)
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A/N: Hey guys, so this has been in my drafts for a few weeks now, and I am just really trying to get it out to y'all, so it is super rushed at the end. I honestly don't even remember where I was going with it, but I had enough to bullshit it. I hope y'all like it!
Also, I am going to stop writing for a while, I think college is really catching up to me, and honestly, I am only apologizing to the people who I promised I'd write their fics. I really got in over my head and I am so so sorry. If I end up writing those fics, it is definitely going to be a surprise for the both of us. I might write a few things every now and then, or if your request can be shortened then I might do that. BUT that is only if I am inspired to write. Once again, I do apologize for breaking a promise, but I have to prioritize myself and I can't apologize for that.
Also Also, I have not been super active on tumblr recently, so if I don't reply or I am not interacting with your posts as I usually would, I am okay, and I pinky promise I am not going to do anything concerning. Maybe I break my normal promises, but you best believe I hold true to my pinky promises.
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dioslesbianwife · 1 month ago
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Hello, I saw your ask open and I was wondering if you can do a small story of part 3 where Jotaro and reader ran into and try to take down a love stand (DON'T GET ME WRONG, IT'S ONLY HUGGING AND KISSING) and they are trying to figure out how to defeat it, cause if they get hit, they're not getting off of a person until its defeated. I hope that makes sence and i'm sorry if I bothered you in anyway.
totally! it makes sense and it's not a bother at all, don't worry :D i hope you enjoy and thank you for requesting <33
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“Yare yare daze.”
Jotaro’s grumble was muffled- mostly because your face was currently smooshed into his chest, arms wrapped tightly around him like a koala. And not by choice.
You were stuck like glue. The Stand’s doing.
“I'm gonna scream,” you said, voice flat. “I can feel your heartbeat. This is torture.”
“It’s not my fault,” he muttered. He kept his arms at his sides rigidly, trying not to even graze your back. You knew Jotaro well enough to know that despite his stoic look, his ears were beet red.
One hour earlier, this all started with a suspiciously sparkly street vendor in Cairo who’d been handing out free perfume samples labeled Amour Amour~! That should’ve been your first warning sign.
The second was the blast of glittery mist that flew from her wrists the moment Jotaro tried to interrogate her.
“I’m telling you, man, the Stand isn’t even dangerous,” you groaned. “It just… makes you fall in love with the first person you touch after being hit.”
“And apparently makes you latch on like a damn squid.” He sighed again and looked down at your very clingy embrace. “You tackled me.”
“I TRIPPED.”
Unfortunately, the Stand’s effect wasn’t letting up. Your face was nuzzled firmly into his coat like it was your most treasured pillow and your body refused to move- your muscles weren’t responding to you at all.
“I swear if Polnareff sees us like this- ”
“- He’ll never let us live it down.”
You both paused in synchronized horror.
“We need a plan,” Jotaro said, brow twitching. “Before the others get back.”
You peeked up at him- well, as much as your position allowed. “Your Stand’s fast. Can you punch the Stand User before I embarrass myself further?”
“I can’t see where she is now. If I hit the wrong target, the effect might not wear off.” His jaw tensed. “Besides, Star Platinum can’t reach very far while you’re glued to me like this.”
You were about to snap back with a joke about being his favorite accessory when you heard a giggle.
You both turned (well, mostly Jotaro turned- you had to awkwardly swivel your head while clinging to him like a barnacle) and spotted her.
The Stand User was perched on a market cart about ten feet away, glittering scarf fluttering, cheeks in her hands like she was watching the best soap opera in Egypt.
“Aren’t they just precious?” she beamed. “I call my Stand Strangers in the Night! Once you’re hit with the mist, you’ll hug and kiss whoever you touch next until I say otherwise! Mwah!”
“Kiss- ?”
“I didn’t kiss you,” you blurted, horrified.
“I’M AWARE,” Jotaro barked.
“Just wait a little longer,” she purred. “You’ll give in eventually. That’s how true love wins~!”
“Yare yare daze…”
Jotaro’s eye twitched. He stared at the giggling woman. She wasn’t paying attention- clearly not expecting either of you to fight while tangled up in such a compromising position.
“I have an idea,” he muttered.
“Please tell me it doesn’t involve me kissing you.”
“No, it involves me throwing you.”
“WHAT.”
He didn’t explain- just braced his legs, spun slightly, and launched you.
Your body unlatched for a fraction of a second- long enough for Star Platinum to shoot forward in that opening. With a yell, Jotaro's Stand rushed across the ten-foot gap and delivered a precise, glitter-exploding ORAORAORAORA!!! right into the Stand User's gut.
With a squeak, she collapsed, unconscious.
You hit the ground with a thud- free again.
“Okay,” you groaned, rolling onto your back and staring up at the sky. “We are never speaking of this again.”
Jotaro looked down at you, coat flapping in the wind.
“Good.”
“…Unless you liked it.”
He froze. “What?”
You grinned, not moving. “What? You did call me precious earlier.”
“I did not.”
“Uh huh.”
He walked away.
You scrambled up and chased after him.
“JOJO, COME ON, ADMIT IT- YOU TOTALLY BLUSHED- !”
“SHUT UP. AND DON’T CALL ME THAT.”
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deezneezz · 10 months ago
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Leona & ADD
I got a few ppl (on twitter) wanting me to elaborate on Leona and ADD, so I figured I will share my thoughts here as well, please be nice it's just a personal hc. You don't have to agree at all!! Since it contains some personal experiences I ask of people to please be kind about it!
Anyway, Leona and ADD.
I think a lot of people usually agree on Floyd and Kalim having ADHD, but Leona actually shows a lot of lesser talked about traits of ADHD. Namely Rejection Sensitive Dysphoria (RSD), sensitivity to clothing/textures (he doesn't like restrictive clothes).
He also has the more commonly talked about traits of course, executive dysfunction being a big one. And his depression definitely exacerbates these traits, when i was undiagnosed and depressed i used to sleep my entire days away. I wasn't getting anything done anyway.
Not to mention not sleeping properly, so I was desperate to find moments to sleep during the day. I've slept on floors, on toilets, in an abandoned corner in uni instead of going to class. I was just *so* tired all the time I didn't want to sit in class, I wanted to sleep.
I was lucky I passed classes without studying, cause i would've never gotten through uni otherwise. I still took longer than necessary. The moment my support system (Ruggie, anyone?) graduated and left I had no one taking care of my basic needs, and I certainly didn't.
I had a dorm mate who cooked for me, made sure I had even an ounce of self-care, and also looked at my room and said "hmm, Deniz, maybe it's time to clean up a little" and then I very reluctantly admitted that it may have gotten a little out of hand.
She would just sit in my room sometimes chilling around while I cleaned cuz that was one of the few ways I cleaned at all (this is a real thing for ADHD, called body doubling. It works). Ruggie arriving at NRC and Leona suddenly performing tons better in school is no coincidence.
Coming back to RSD.. I mean I don't really have to explain it do I.. book 2, Lilia's scathing remarks, the shame of disappointing his dorm, etc. I know a lot of ppl call book 2 an 'overreaction' but like, this is genuinely what it feels like internally when RSD triggers
book 6 too, Jamil's over-protectiveness is clearly (to the audience) smth that's mostly Jamil's own habits and trauma doing. But to Leona it's a rejection/insult to his ability to take care of himself, his skill, etc. This was genuinely smth that set me off too.
"How dare you try to explain to me smth I already know, do you think I'm stupid?" "You're not like me." The unwillingness to admit that someone may be relatable in any way because making any comparison to yourself makes you vulnerable to what you haven't achieved for yourself.
"I would ace these classes too if I wasted my time and life studying as much as they did, but I actually love myself." <- guy who was jealous and did not know he was coping and didn't study cause of executive dysfunction and concentration issues.
Leona clearly knows a lot about the things he genuinely cares about, Ancient spell language, chess, magishift, so its kind of funny to see him so low effort in classes. Though honestly i know the game also says that "Leona already knows all this stuff" so.. who knows really...
Now I'm more chill but I used to legitimately go off the handle a little cuz RSD doesn't really care about whether the shit u feel is proportional to the offence it physically hurts in your chest and you just wanna burn down the world at that exact time and... IS THAT NOT LEONA...
TLDR: give Leona therapy and meds, lol.
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dark-lord-of-awesomeness · 15 days ago
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What if Cat Stan forgot his name when he was cursed
Maybe he forgot everyone's names
Maybe he also forgot everyone's faces
Oh man thats just so sad :(
I don't think he'd forget faces, as then the sad truth of it is he'd be a perma stray cat here, knowing-
Wait.
I can work with this.
Stan knows he's a person but not who or who he knew or names, just that he used to have hands and a car and he needed to get a lot of money (for his family? He knows it was his family, to make up for something, but what...?). Makes his way to Gravity Falls, runs into Ford, just like in the main fic. Unlike the main fic Stan doesn't try to slink away, as he doesn't know this guy. He's just having fun watching a fight, and its hilarious!
Then Ford gets hurt, like in the main fic, and Stan might not know this guys face but something about the sound sets him off. The more he watches the more he realizes something about the way this guy talks and moves is familiar, more familiar than anything else has been since he's lost his car. Saves Ford and follows him home, now with the added goal of trying to figure out who he is and who they are to each other. He can't spell out Stan because he doesn't remember his name, so he's trying other words, other letters. Figures out this guys name is Stanford from reading his things, and Pines sound familiar, so familiar, so maybe they're family? Stanford doesn't look like any of the crooks Stan barely remember interacting with, so that feels like his best bet.
So, They're family, but how? Cousins? Parent? Brothers? The last one feels right but its also wrong (their not just brothers after all, their twins) so he's left trying to piece together the pieces he can get as a cat. Fiddleford shows up and he's upset, not because of jealousy (although he is a little) but because Fiddleford doesn't feel familiar and isn't drawing out any useful information from Stanford. The opposite in fact, as they talk about science and college.
Then its Carla! And she feels familiar but not as familiar as Stanford! He knows her! and he knows that car! He's pretty sure it was his, but she said it belongs to this Stanley guy (which sounds so, so familiar, so right but-) but that can't be him. Stanford says his twin brother is a huge jerk who cut himself off from his family, and thats not anything like how Nikola remembers being. That must be his other brother then, and maybe Stanley gave him the car when he cut everyone off and Nikola lost it when he became a cat? Well, not brothers, as Stanford only has two, so maybe cousins?
The story would be mostly the same, just without Stan getting uber depressed from Fords hard core denial Stan bashing, because obviously he's not Stan. There'd also be a background thing of Stan trying to piece together Fords life to figure out how he fits into it.
As to how it shakes out form there... hmm... I'm thinking either the Box unlocks his memory, adding to the trauma, but I'm leaning towards the mindscape. Nikola gets in, gets frustrated, thinks 'hey! I can do whatever I want! I'll make myself human!' and subconsiously returns to his human look, ragged clothes and all, then bumps into Fords and his friends, just like the main fic.
Except here Stan doesn't panic lie, he just gets confused when Ford calls him Stanley. Explains how he's Nikola, and he's been trying to communicate for months! See, he used to be a person, and he's pretty sure he knows Ford but lost his memory, so if he wouldn't mind, after they pummel Bill, could he work on uncursing Stan so they could figure this out? Ford depressingly thinks Stan copied Fords look to make his human form and tells everyone that, they go beat up Bill, everyone wakes up, and its time to uncurse Nikola!
And its Stan. For added angst the memory thing doesn't go away immediately, and Stan's just grinning and thanking Ford and wow! Its great to have hands! So, does he look familiar? Are they cousins or something? Ford gets heartbroken again as his twin brother looks at him and doesn't recognize him (similar to a different, potentially canon universe :)), and then insists he's Stan! They're brothers! Twins!
Stan: no we're not, you said that Stanley guy was a complete asshole who was selfish and never cared about anyone. I care a whole lot, so that can't be me :)
Ford, remembering all the things he'd said over the months to his cat: D:
Then they go around trying to jog Stan's memory as the memory curse gradually fades and Stan gets hit with 'oh, I am Stanley, and Ford said all those things about me. But then he had a breakdown and held me as he cried his eyes out and wouldn't let go of me for an hour after I was uncursed, so ????'. More fighting while crying and Stan's getting his brain blasted with names and faces to put to all his horrible memories.
:)
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i'm venting, so feel free to ignore this- idk how to explain what i mean all that well so forgive me if this is a Mess. I'm really tired of people telling me to just keep living out of spite. Or that I have to keep living because me 'living' is a act of resistance. It just makes me feel so tired. and Mad. I lack the words to really explain it but i just. Why do I have to keep going on spite? Why does my existence have to be a act of resistance or be politicized? I don't want to keep Living out of spite or because people say i have to. I think its mostly because I'm just exhausted and I think I'm burned out and Tired of being told i need to survive off of spite, or being told i just need to keep going because i have to. sorry for dumping this in ur ask. stuff is just hard n idk if you or anyone else gets what i mean.
This is a very understandable way to feel! I'm also not super into "living out of spite" myself. I'm glad it works for many people (being alive is good!), but it can get tiring when that is the dominant advice you are receiving and you know it's not gonna work for you. Idk if this is part of your experience but I know as a chronically suicidal person, it can also get exhausting constantly being reminded (sometimes in ways that feel condescending) that you are expected to want to live and if you don't want to live, that's Bad and you must Correct Yourself.
If you want an alternative perspective to chew on, here's my personal outlook:
Having the chance to be alive is good. Being alive is a complex experience, but one that enriches the universe, and that matters a lot to me spiritually. There is only one you, with your unique body and experiences and thoughts and choices. Death is inevitable, so when possible we should try to spend as much time as we can living our lives, adding to the cosmos, trying our bests to have a good time.
Its a fucked up time ahead, and it's fucked up time now. Life was never going to be free of suffering, and it's a pointless tragedy that people cause all this extra suffering on top it.
But the time will pass anyways. We have the chance to be alive right now, and all we can do is keep going. It's not an act of resistance, it's just accepting the presence of your right to existence, and making us of it.
Gonna once again reference Alexandre Baril's concept of suicidism (the oppression of suicidal people) and mention that while I think it's very respectable to try and give people reasons not to die– it's the last decision you can ever make, and it shouldn't be done lightly– oftentimes people end up reinforcing the idea of people who died by their own choice as, in some way, failures. I don't think this is fair. I'm not going to begrudge anyone the choice of when they want to stop living. I don't think anyone is obligated to live until they are forced to stop. I don't think any oppressed person who had died by suicide has "let their oppressors win."
Give yourself space to feel however you need to about your life. It's alright to feel tired of living; that's entirely understandable. Your relationship with your life is your own and it does not need to be justified to anyone.
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ssa-atlas-alvez · 11 months ago
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Got a little bit of an angst prompt but...
After witnessing something go wrong on a mission, Hotch has Reader do a mental wellness check. At first, Reader says he's fine and all that, but the team still convinces him to do it. It goes well, he answers questions (he's honest about his answers. For example, he's not afraid to die because it's just a new chapter to a book). He ends up talking about "these weird anxiety attack things. Like they're sudden and I know what triggers them but I don't know what they are."
In short, the wellness check turns out to reveal that Reader has c-ptsd panic attacks triggered by mostly loud noises, yelling, abandonment. This makes reader break into tears when he's told this because he feels like he finally understands what is "wrong" with him. This surprises the team because no one expects the sunshine guy to have anything related to ptsd
(Maybe a little cuddle party on the plane between reader, Derek, and Spencer? Can be romo or bromo)
Hiya, sorry it's taken yonks for me to write this
Warnings: panic attack, dissociation, blood, gun, mentions of death, hints (obvious hints) to child abuse.
You felt her blood splatter on your face, as your eyes snapped shut with the familiar bang of a gun. You hear the victim fall to the floor but you had squeezed your eyes shut at the sound. Another shot goes off and you force your eyes open as you see the unsub drop to the floor.
You're silent on the way back, blood on your face forgotten as you follow the team back to the SUVs. When you're back, you follow the team up to the bullpen when You jump when a hand is placed on your shoulder, your head snapped up. You looked up, seeing Morgan. It's the look on his face that reminds you that you're covered in blood.
"(Y/N)-"
"I'm fine. I just- I need to wash my face." You said, disregarding anything Morgan had to say, making a beeline to the toilets. Naturally, he followed.
"Talk to me, what's going on in that head of yours?"
"Nothing." You say, giving him a lopsided smile, face now blood-free and dripping wet. You grab a couple of paper towels, drying your face off. "Everything's fine, don't worry."
The team gave you a few days of peace (minus the worried looks). And by a few days, it was two, so a couple of days, really. They led you in with a false sense of security - a cup of coffee. You should have known they had an ulterior motive.
"Guys, I'm fine, really." You sigh, giving them a small smile.
"Just do it anyway," JJ says. "Even if you are fine, there's no harm in it."
"Do it for us," Garcia bats her eyelashes at you and you immediately cave. God damnit, how is she so persuasive?
And so, a few days later, you were sat in a psychologist's office. It was quite a nice office, actually. And they let you sit on the couch (that's how you know you must have looked like an anxious mess).
"Yeah, I'm fine." You say, giving a small nod. "The only thing is sometimes I get these weird anxiety things?"
"What do you mean?" She leans forward slightly.
"Like they're just these sudden bouts of anxiety," You give a small shrug.
"Can you describe it for me?"
"Er, yeah, sure. It's just like I'm trapped in my head. Like I just shutdown. I don't really know how to explain it," You give a small, nervous laugh. "It's just like I'm stuck in my head and I can't form a thought but my mind is racing, and I feel like I can't breathe."
She nods in understanding, "And how do you feel when that happens?"
"Scared."
"Why?"
"Because its like I'm trapped. And it's just this sinking feeling," You said, swallowing slightly. "And- and it's like I can speak, but I can't. Like the words get built up in my throat and I know what I want to say, I just, can't bring myself to speak."
"And... what can spark these off?"
"Um, I'm not really sure? Like if someone takes a certain tone, I guess? I don't know, it just makes me feel like a little kid and it makes me panic,"
She nods for a moment, jotting that down.
The appointment passes fairly quickly and you find yourself opening up to her as each minute ticks by. When the hour's up, she puts her notebook and pen down gently.
"I think it would be beneficial if we met weekly." She says, with a small smile. "Just to help you work through this anxiety, give you some coping mechanisms."
"Oh God, this isn't one of those things where you say to have a cup of tea or something, is it?"
She gives a laugh, "No, no, nothing like that."
"Good. I might have walked out otherwise." You give her a small smile, letting her know you were only half joking.
When the appointment was over, she let you have a few minutes alone in the room to gather yourself. It took you a few moments, you even tried out the square breathing technique she taught you. You straightened yourself out before standing up and leaving the room.
You go straight to your desk, keeping your head slightly ducked. You just really didn't fancy the socialising right now. You absolutely loved your team, but you'd rather just let yourself try to destress before the questions began.
"Are you alright?" Hotch asks, eyebrows furrowed as he approached you. He had waited a few minutes before he approached.
"Ye-" The word falls flat on your tongue and instead you just pause, trying to find the word. Why couldn't you find the word?
Hotch, sensing this, steers you gently into the unattended office to the right.
"I don't know." Is all you manage. "I don't think so." Hotch watches in concern as you blink. "No. No, I don't think so. Probably not. I don't think I am."
Hotch watches you for a moment before quietly sitting next to you. "Can you tell me what's going on?" You bite the inside of your cheeks before you gently shake your head. "No? Okay, that's okay. Did you want me to just sit here with you?"
You give a gentle nod, trying desperately to focus on breathing. It takes a while for you to calm down, but eventually, your heart starts to slow to a regular pace.
"You want to talk about it?" You shake your head and Hotch gives you an understanding look. "Okay, if you change your mind, I'm here."
"Thank you."
No one brings it up again. Until one morning on a case, you're on edge already, tossing and turning all night but unsure as to why you couldn't sleep. You're at the latest crime scene, it's the third body that's turned up since you've been there and the team are running on very little sleep.
A car door slams and it feels like it jolts through your body, matched with the yelling you can hear, you just freeze, breath catching in the back of your throat. Your father's voice echoes through your mind as he and your mother scream back and forth, the door slamming and the yelling becoming slightly more distant.
"(Y/N)?" Your eyes flick up to Morgan.
"You okay?"
"Yeah." You answer quietly, giving him your very best attempt at a reassuring smile. You turn your attention back in front of you, watching a father grab his son's wrist, tugging him back. You know it's nothing, you had just watched the boy go to step out into the road. It's just a worried father stopping his son from getting hurt, but the skin on your wrist burns nonetheless. Your lungs are quick to follow.
Morgan's in front of you, trying to guide your breathing. It's rugged and you feel like you're dying. Your heart feels like it's beating out of your chest, hands trembling. And yet, despite all of these feelings in your body, you've checked out. You no longer feel real, none of this feels real.
You can't feel your calves. Are you supposed to feel your calves? Can you normally feel your calves? What about your back? And your forearms, you can't feel your forearms. That's weird right? Surely you could normally feel your forearms.
"Hey, hey, talk to me." Morgan says gently.
"I can't feel my forearms. Or my calves." You say, you swallow slightly, "I'm supposed to feel them, right?"
"Okay, let's sit you down, okay?" Morgan gently guides you to a bench and you sit. "It sounds like you're dissociating, so we're just going to take a seat for a minute, alright?"
"Okay."
The case was solved not long after that, and you all piled back onto the jet. You had dibsed the couch and halfway through, Morgan approached you.
"Scoot over."
"Why?"
"So I can tie my shoelaces- why do you think?" He gave you a grin, sitting down next to you. "Come here."
You looked around, everyone else was asleep. You gave a small, mental shrug before leaning against the taller man.
"Thanks for earlier." You smiled. "Sorry I freaked out a bit."
"You don't have to thank me. And you didn't freak out."
"I did freak out." You corrected, "I was panicking because I couldn't feel my calves."
"Okay, yeah, maybe you freaked out a little." He chuckled quietly, "But you don't have to apologise for that."
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atimeofyourlife · 2 years ago
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A family Thanksgiving
This was supposed to be up yesterday, but it took on a mind of its own and instead of the few hundred words it was supposed to be, its nearly 3k. Happy belated Thanksgiving to anyone who celebrates! rated: t | wc: 2847 | cw: period typical homophobia, Steve's asshole parents
The offers from everyone to have him over for Thanksgiving had been great, any other year he would have loved such a choice, but for the first time in a long time, he was spending the day with family.
"But you hate your family." Dustin pointed out when Steve had told everyone about his holiday plans.
"No, I hate my parents. It's my grandma that asked me to go, and I want to see her and my cousins that I haven't seen in like five years. I'm driving myself to Chicago, so I won't be stuck in a car with my parents for hours on end." Steve explained.
"But you're working a late the day before, and I'm not going to cover you so you can drive up early" Robin replied.
"I'm planning on leaving by six on Thanksgiving morning. It's less than four hours to drive, so I'll be there before ten, well nine because of the timezone change. I took the late shift the day before so I had an excuse to drive myself, and my parents wouldn't have any reason to come by Hawkins before. And I drive home either the Friday or the Saturday, ready for our Sunday shift."
Come Thanksgiving day, Steve was somewhat regretting his decision. It had been nearly midnight before he'd gotten home, after a number of people came in just before closing insistent on needing a selection of movies ready for the next day. Then hadn't been happy when the movies they wanted weren't in stock, so they left the place a total mess, causing Steve to stay late to tidy up ready for the opener the next day. Then having to get up around five, so he could get ready and be on track to leave as planned. In an attempt to wake up, he was mostly surviving on a large cup of incredibly strong coffee. He was just counting down the minutes until he could get there.
When he walked in the door, he was immediately wrapped up in a hug from his grandma. "Stevie, it's so good to see you."
"It's great to see you too, Grandma." He returned the hug, melting into it a little. Exactly what he needed after the year it had been.
"Let me take a look at you." She stepped back slightly, giving him a once over. Her hand came up to trace the scar still on his neck from where he had been strangled by the bats and vines. "What happened here?"
"I. It's nothing. It looks a lot worse than it is." Steve replied, trying to get out of the awkwardness of the conversation.
"Oh, if you're sure. If you want to help with dinner, you can join us in the kitchen. But if you just want to rest, anyone who's watching football is in the living room, and the Macy's parade is on in the den."
"It's been a long drive, and I had a late finish last night, so I think I'm going to take a bit of a break. I might come out and help a bit later." He offered.
"Oh, honey. If you don't feel up to it, you don't need to help at all. Take it easy, and we'll call you once everything is ready." She kissed Steve on the cheek, before going back to the kitchen.
Steve made his way through the house, glancing into the living room as he passed. He could see his dad in one of the recliners, and decided against joining them. Wanting to delay the inevitable "you're a disappointment" lecture. He knew his mom would likely be in the kitchen, not actually helping, just drinking wine and gossiping. He moved on to the den, where most of his cousins were. He hovered in the doorway for a second, unsure what to say. So much had changed since the last time he had seen any of them.
"Wait, Stevie?" One of them, Lizzie, said as she looked up to see him.
"Uh, hey?" Steve replied, a little unsure, before he was being swamped in a group hug.
"Jesus Christ, when did this happen? Last time I saw you, you were like a little kid. Now you're a whole grown adult." Another, Mark, said.
After a long catch up, bringing Steve up to date on everyone else's lives, and him giving an abridged highlights of his last few years, they then got into more serious topics.
"Was everything okay after the earthquakes? I tried calling a few times, but I don't know if I had the wrong number because it never went through." Alice, the oldest of his cousins, asked.
"The phones were down across the whole town for a while after, then it was patchy for weeks after that. It was hard to get five or ten minutes without it dropping out. It took me like two weeks before I was able to get hold of mom and dad to let them know that the house was still standing, and that I was still alive." Steve explained.
"Wait, they weren't in Hawkins for the earthquakes?" Harry cut in.
"No, they've not been in Hawkins since February? Like over a month before it happened."
"Oh. They were telling us last night about how awful and hard it had been during the earthquakes, and how they were scared for their lives." Alice replied.
"That's such bullshit. They weren't in the country when it happened, they were in London. They didn't even know that it was Hawkins that was affected until I called them, because all they'd seen on the news was a freak earthquake hitting the Midwest. It hadn't even specified the state. And then they didn't care how I was, if I was hurt or anything, all they were interested in was if there was damage to the house, and how the earthquake could affect the resale value."
"Okay, I call dibs about bringing that up over dinner. I just want to see what shade of purple Uncle Dick can turn." Becca, the closest cousin to Steve in age, piped up. "But were you hurt?"
"Uh, minor injuries. Nothing serious." Steve lied, not wanting to worry anyone. "I was able to start volunteering within a couple of days. You know, helping out at the relief center, helping search for missing people. And when everything calmed down I was helping rebuild and stuff. Just trying to do my bit. But I'm fine now."
"That's good. But thinking of Uncle Dick turning purple, who gets to bring up Fuck Reagan?" Mark asked.
"Stevie's been through the most, I think he should get the chance." Alice replied.
"Uh, I think that would go down about as well as if I told him that my best friend is a dyke and I've spent most of my free time in the last six months sucking off the local drug dealer, who was accused of being a cult leader and murdering three people." Steve said quickly, unsure if he wanted anyone else to pick up what he'd said.
"Was that for drugs, or for fun, or what? Like a hook up?" Harry asked.
"He's my boyfriend. I mean, it helps that I get free weed out of him, but I'd do it anyway." Steve admitted.
"That is something you missed out of your round up. But I love that all of us are some variation of queer."
Dinner was...interesting, to say the least. After saying Grace, they went round the table to say what they were thankful for that year. Steve had to bite his lip to keep himself from laughing as his parents waxed on and on about how they were thankful for their lives and being able to escape the earthquake unscathed. He couldn't keep from laughing when Becca spoke up against them.
"Really? Because Alice asked Steve how he found it after the earthquakes, and he said that he couldn't reach you for two weeks after it happened because the phones were down and you were in London. And you didn't even know that it had hit Hawkins until he called you."
"Steven, why are you telling lies about us?" His mother demanded.
"I wasn't? You weren't in Hawkins when the earthquake hit. You've not been there since February. When I was finally able to call you, you only cared about how the house was, not if I was hurt. And you were pissed that I hadn't called you sooner, despite the fact the phone lines were down for the whole town. I could have died or been injured in hospital, and you wouldn't have known."
"How dare-" His father started, only to be cut off by Steve's grandmother.
"Settle down. There's no need for arguing. I am inclined to believe Steve, because I do remember you telling me that you were going to be spending a few months in Europe at the start of this year."
Both of Steve's parents were visibly unhappy, but they didn't push it any further, allowing the rest of the family to talk about what they were thankful for.
Many small conversations broke out over the table, Steve loving the feeling of being surrounded by family for the first time in a long time. He got pulled into talking to different people, but he did his best to avoid his parents' eye. Not wanting to get trapped by them telling him all the ways he had bothered them since he'd last seen them. But he knew they were up to something, when his father got up before dessert was served.
"Before we have anything else, we do have a big announcement about the future of our family." He said, using the voice he always used when talking to the most important clients.
"You've sucked enough political dick to get what ever tax exemption you were after?" Lizzie asked, before anyone could take it too seriously.
Steve's dad just spluttered in anger as a call of "Elizabeth." Came from at least four different people around the table.
"Ignoring that horrible interruption. What I was going to tell everyone is about Steven's imminent engagement. He is going to be proposing to Melissa Downey, the daughter of my business partner, at Christmas, they've been seeing each other for nearly eighteen months now, and it is going to mean big things for our family."
Steve couldn't respond, processing what had just been said, as everyone started speaking, some offering congratulations, others in confusion.
"That's news to me." Steve said loudly, to get over everyone's voices, once he could form the words. "I'm not planning on proposing to anyone."
"Well, Arthur and I have been discussing it, and it is the only thing that makes sense now, the two of you have been together for long enough, the logical next step is engagement."
"I'm not dating Melissa. We went on one date over a year ago, just after I graduated. It was awful, all she was interested in was if I made enough money to bankroll her spending addiction. I made up a fake emergency to get out of it, and I would rather stick forks in my eyes than suffer through that again." Steve got to his feet, bracing his hands on the table. Knowing he'd been right not to be optimistic that the holiday could pass without incident.
"You will if you know what's good for you. If you don't, it could destroy our business. You wouldn't want to be the reason we go broke, would you? You could end up homeless. Where would you live?"
"First, I have plenty of friends who would be happy to take me in if I had nowhere else to go. It's something we talked about after the earthquake, because some people I know did have damage caused to their homes and I let them stay with me until they could move back in. Second, I don't really care about whether or not you go broke. You don't provide any money to me. You haven't since I started working at Scoops. I pay for all my food, gas, clothes. If you go broke, my financial position won't change at all. And third, I can't propose to her. I'm in a relationship, and we're both very happy."
"Is it that Buckley girl? Or did you somehow manage to convince that Wheeler girl that you're actually worth something? Because I can tell you now, you are going to break up with whatever little slut-"
"His name is Eddie." Steve shouted before he could think it through, and a silence fell across the room. "That's right. Your son is one of those awful queers that you keep campaigning against, to keep them illegal and get them locked up. And you know what? He's easily the best sex I've ever had. Especially when we get high first."
"Why you-" His father roared, his face turning a dark red in anger. "How dare you do this to us? After everything we have done for you. You'd better hope that those friends of yours would be willing to take you in, because you are not living under my roof any longer. You will have until the end of the weekend to collect your belongings, anything left will be burned."
"Except, it isn't your roof, is it Richard? If I remember correctly, I was the one who paid the mortgage. My name is the one on the deed to the property in Hawkins. I just allowed you to live there, rent-free might I add, because it made sense for you to live somewhere close to Indianapolis when your business was taking off. I had been planning to sell up. So I think maybe you should be the one to collect your belongings from that house, because I'm not sure if I want you living under my roof any longer. It sounds life you're almost never there, anyway." Steve's grandma replied.
"But, mother-" His father started.
"But nothing, Richard. I don't know where you learnt your hateful attitude, because I know I did not raise you to be the sort of man that would kick your own son out over something as minor as who he loves. I really thought you were a better man than that."
"It's disgusting." Steve's mother added. "So unnatural, and that disease."
"What is disgusting is your bigotry. I think I want you both out from under my roof, now. So, if you would both kindly leave. And I expect you to move your belongings from the house in Hawkins, as that is now Steve's house, not yours. And you better not touch anything that isn't yours, or cause any damage, because I will take legal advice." Steve's grandmother stood up, anger radiating from her tiny five foot frame. "And, unless you change and apologize for your outdated beliefs, you can forget any inheritance. I will not have any of my money going to support hatred."
"Mother,"
"Leave, Richard. Now. I'm not afraid to get the police involved here."
Steve's parents looked at him with their faces filled with utter disgust, before they turned and left. His grandmother escorting them off the property.
"Are you okay, Stevie?" His grandmother asked after the end of the meal.
"I. I think so. I think I need to make a couple of phone calls." He replied.
"Use any of the phones, dear. Maybe if you know someone who can keep an eye on the house."
"Yeah. I babysit for the chief of police sometimes, so I might call him. He'll make sure nothing happens."
"Good. And, if you're talking to that boy of yours, tell him that he's got to come up here for Christmas. I want to meet him, and make sure he's good enough for you."
"Grandma." Steve protested.
"I'm just saying." She replied before walking away.
Steve shut himself in one of the bedrooms, for a little privacy from the still crowded house while he made the calls. The call to Hopper was quick, just outlining what was going on, and Hopper agreed to keep a check on the house until Steve was back in Hawkins. Then it was the call to Eddie.
"Baby, I wasn't expecting you to call. How's your Thanksgiving?"
"Interesting. My parents decided to announce that I was going to propose to dad's business partner's daughter. They wouldn't accept that I wasn't interested in her so I accidentally came out."
"Shit, I hope that didn't go too bad?"
"Uh, it could have gone worse? Somehow me coming out got my parents removed from the will and kicked out of the house. Because my grandma wasn't happy with them being assholes about it."
"Oh, badass grandma. I kinda want to meet her now."
"I was hoping you would say something like that. Because she has told me that you have to come here for Christmas. She wants to make sure that you're good enough." Steve couldn't help smiling as he talked, somehow the day had gone so much better than he'd ever hoped.
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sympathytea · 2 months ago
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local man has incorrect opinions on the newest episode of pvpciv Spoilers for PVP Civilization: The Shields below.
Sure a lot of new information! Especially about the nature of the shields. Absolutely eating this up right now.
Shields seem to be the guardians of this entire world, and have actual means of self defense. I think I was...mostly? correct about them in the sense that they had an underground system to get to other civilizations quickly. Didn't expect them to have a literal shield bash but hey that works for me, anything to make these goobers last more than 2 seconds in a fight. The axes farming the shields makes perfect sense, since shields can't really fight efficiently against an axe user, even a wooden one (although that diamond shield. really needs to be humbled. thank you clownpierce.) Speaking of Clownpierce... Its funny, Tabi brings up that the amount of durability he uses on his diamond axe doesn't add up. My current running theory is that Clown is like. some sort of divine being? Maybe the current PVP God, just disguising as a mortal? It would explain how he gets around so efficiently, especially when he jumps from being in the wish room, to axe civilization, then to the very bottom of sword civilization. Even for this series with all its time jumps, its...very odd. Very implausible even if I suspend my disbelief a little bit. I'm watching him, is all I'm saying. He is working with Zam, but I don't think this pairing is going to last very long especially since Zam is a known backstabber, in and out of this universe. I expect Clown to take the eternal trident for himself, or Zam attempts to ambush Clown (To minimal success because. Clownpierce.)
I also don't believe Tabi knows that these two are working together. They aren't in any scenes with Zam as a full group, so this information is being hidden from her. Especially when you note that Clown told her to leave. Zam held up in that fight better than I expected, I was fully expecting him to either fall back or surrender begrudgingly. After all he's fighting a diamond axe in no armor and. using a fork to fight. A very fancy fork but unless that eternal trident naturally gives the user some resistance...hm.
Getting ahead of myself. Lets talk about Parrot and Seawatt here. We don't have much to go off of, especially this early. But I notice that tree motif is back again with Toph this time...
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Its interesting to bring this back, especially with Toph. I'm not sure why specifically trees are a motif for bows, considering their civilization lacks that foliage. Maybe it'll come up later. Seawatt and Parrot have history, but its too early to say how they relate to each other? Either way, it seems negative. Seawatt doesn't appear in this episode, but is clearly haunting Parrot enough that he asks about him. Also Parrot breaks his "No killing" rule again, and I assume just murdered Toph off-screen. Hope he had that respawn power? The wish room is curious to me, explains why PrinceZam wants the eternal weapons. I assume his wish is to become the new god of PVP Civilization.
Derapchu is here!! Another lifesteal cameo..I assume he's gonna last longer, possibly helping Evbo retreive his lost friend. Tabi and Raymond (The Guard Friend) might be teaming up? Possibly to assist Evbo, since her resolve seems to be shaking. She's having an "Are we the baddies?" moment, for sure. Although I feel like if she witnessed...Evbo's crashout in the iron sword layer she might have second thoughts about betrayal. Who's to say, though.
Her reasoning for wanting to get the eternal weapons is...flawed. Sure she has good intentions in her mind, not wanting a repeat of a genocide from the sword civilization and thinking the only solution is full on extermination. She's fascinating to watch, that's for sure. Quickly she is becoming one of my favorites. The genocide is also interesting to think about. Especially when you consider Evbo. Are they just...born with that desire engraved into them? Is that why she thinks that fully killing them off is the solution to not repeating history? Is Evbo going to repeat history if he somehow manages to pull off retrieving the eternal weapons? ... Is that the plan the diamond swords have for him? It would make sense considering the inclusion of Wemmbu as a very likely traitor of the group, although its unclear if all of them have this plan for him, or its just Wemmbu.
Eugh. Scary. This episode was also surprisingly less Evbo-centric. Preferring focusing on individual character's motivations, and additional worldbuilding. I personally like this change quite a bit! It makes Evbo's (extremely flawed) point of view as something to start questioning, especially considering the sword's history. I'm keeping this in mind, I've had suspicions that he isn't as good as he makes himself out to be. And this is definitely starting to get put into question, along with his little "existential crisis" that he's having. He most likely will resolve that in a healthy and normal way. Definitely. I'm sure of it. I'm sure I'll have more thoughts later, but this is about as cohesive as I will get them right now. Until we meet again...
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We talk about portrayals of Sisi, but I think that Franz Joseph was, if anything, even more misrepresented by the recent period dramas. How would you rank the portrayals of him you have seen/read (in historical novels)? Is there any piece of historical fiction that actually captures his character accurately?
Hello! YES I always focus on Elisabeth but he is also completely butchered in all these new series. I think I've said it before, but basically it's very hard to reconcile who FJ actually was (both as an emperor and as a person) with him being a love interest we as an audience can root for. Specially in these new adaptations in which Elisabeth is outspoken, mature and actively politically involved in the events of the empire (and not just the Compromise). Why would our Girl Boss protagonist want to be with a man who was bureaucracy made flesh, very conservative, and just kinda boring in general? It doesn't work. Thus, his personality also gets rewritten.
I don't really have a decided ranking, but off the top of my head I'd say these are my least to most favorite portrayals:
Sisi & Ich (2023): Do you hate Sisi adaptations that turn FJ into a horrible, abusive husband in order to make his wife look good? Well, this portrayal does just that. He is only very briefly in the movie but I hated every minute of it, personally I was mostly fine with the movie despite all its inaccuracies but there was one scene from this part that was a deal breaker for me. This movie should've been just two hours of Irma and Elisabeth traveling and nothing else.
Die Kaiserin (2022-): The solution of the screenwriters to the problem of "how do we make FJ likeable?" Basically turning him into his brother Maximilian lol. You see, he has liberal ideas but his evil mother doesn't let him pursue them! Oh, and he had nothing to do with those executions, that was also his mother! In fact everything bad he ever did was all his mother's fault, because he is not even governing, his mother is. By season 2 it almost seems that FJ has absolutely no idea what's going on in his own empire and needs to be explained basic thing like Italian nationalism. This series sanitizes FJ in levels that just aren't seen in any other adaptation, not even the Sissi Trilogy. You are watching the show and can't help but think "who is this guy???". The only thing he has in common with the real FJ is that he loves his wife, but the way their relationship is portrayed is so unlike the real couple that not even that makes him similar to his historical counterpart.
Sisi (2021-2024). This FJ is in the opposite end of the same spectrum as Die Kaiserin's FJ. Season 1 had the original take of not making FJ likeable, but instead they turned him in a borderline cartoonishly evil, violent and smug man. He smiles as he orders executions, he beats his aids for not reason, he openly cheats on his wife and publicly insults her in a fit of jealousy. Honestly I was baffled by this take, because even after all these bizarre changes they still went for a "Sisi and Franz's great love story!" approach for the series. Which was. A choice. They obviously wanted to make him like that so that he could go through a redemption arc thanks to his relationship with Sisi, but it was just not a well written arc, and when his personality does change in later seasons it doesn't feel like earned character grow but simply that the writers decided to tone down their original approach.
Yet I will admit I'm lowkey fond of this portrayal, I liked most of his storyline in season 2 (he spends most of the season bonding with a feral child and also definitely has a thing going on with Andrássy you can't convince me otherwise), and in season 3 I found myself agreeing with him. So yeah, utterly butchered FJ but in an entertaining way at least.
Sissi Trilogy: I'm honestly overall indifferent to this FJ; he is basically the blueprint for every posterior depiction that portrays him as a Prince Charming love interest. Yet, for all the overomantization of Elisabeth's early life, the movies don't shy away from telling us how FJ was directly responsible of the counter revolution executions. We even see how he is still hated in Hungary and Italy (at least until Sissi comes into the scene). A certain show from a certain straming service could learn that it's not necessary to completely sanitize his image and pin all his faults onto his mother to make Franz Josef into a palatable love interest.
Sisi (2009). I feel about this FJ almost the same as I feel about the Sissi Trilogy's FJ, but in this portrayal we do see more of him than just "Sisi's love interest". Also it's not always all the color of roses, he and Elisabeth disagree and fight more than once. His relationship with his brother Max is also really interesting, pity they only interact in like three scenes. Overall a solid take, if a bit romanticized and not particularly remarkable.
Kronprinz Rudolf (2006). Not a bad take but for what I remember they portrayed Taaffe as having this great influence over FJ and putting him against Rudolf. And like no the evil minister was not responsible for FJ distrusting his son He Was Like That.
Elisabeth das Musical: the only depiction on this list that I truly like, and it really proves that the only way to have a good FJ is to not make him into a love interest. He is only a supporting character and yet the musical nails the most important bits of his personality and his relationship with Elisabeth outstandingly well (loved his wife but never understood her, cheated yet still longed for her, let her go but always hoped she would comeback next to him). There's even room to also show his relationship with Rudolfl! The only thing that I don't really like is that they do portray his mother as having a lot of influence over him, but that's mostly because the musical has an outdated take on Sophie (which works pretty well in a storytelling level nonetheless!). Boote in der Nacht is the saddest song in the entire musical, and the musical is not even about FJ and Elisabeth as a couple. Just a great, nuanced and engaging take!
I know I'm missing a lot FJs but these are the ones that came to my mind right now; I don't think I've ever seen Franz Josef in a piece of media that isn't about Elisabeth or Rudolf. Thank you for your question!
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