I keep thinking about this discussion I was watching the other day where two people were talking about tattoos and how people say younger people shouldn't be allowed to get tattoos because "they might regret them later."
One of the people spoke up and said something along the lines of that if she got a tattoo when they were younger and regretted it later, they didn't think that meant they shouldn't have been allowed to get the tattoo.
Because her younger self deserved the right to get that tattoo and enjoy it, even if they didn't like it 100 evolutions of character later. Their younger self still deserved the right to make that choice, just like her [insert age] self deserves the right to get tattoos their 90 year old self would despise. It would be a disrespect to claim otherwise.
Your younger self deserved the right to your body just as much as you do now, even if you don't like or agree with what they did with it.
What a beautiful mentality that applies to so many things.
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A/N-In my defense, its 2:07 am.
Pairings- Toji x Reader
Summary- How does Toji react to reader pretending to be upset over something he said?
🎀"Be quiet, would you?" Toji barks from across the room, halting your singing.
You trail off, face falling. "M'sorry," you mutter, face pressed against the pillow. Your singing wasn't that bad, right?
An awkward silence descends in your room, and instantly, Toji regrets telling you to stop.
"You've been singing that one verse on repeat since last week," he attempts to soften his words from before with a lousy explanation. "It gets annoying as fuck after a while."
That does nothing to help the situation, as you just make a noncommittal sound and curl your body around a pillow.
"Doll..." he sighs, before you hear footsteps heading towards you, and the mattress dips down on the other side. Toji snicks an arm around your waist and tries to pull you closer, only for you to scoot further away.
"I didn't mean in like that," he jests. You hum. "Sure you didn't." You're not really bothered by his outbursts anymore; its just his second nature and he means nothing by them.
But just to mess with him, you add a fake sniff. You can hear the sudden urgency in his voice when he speaks again.
"Doll. Turn around?" You swear his voice tremors slightly. Biting back a grin, you press yourself into the bed. "Baby-" he grabs you by the arm, trying to turn you over, to see if you're actually crying or not.
You chuck a pillow at his face and wail, "You don't love me ANYMOREEE! Why? Am I not pretty enough?" You let out the fakest sob known to mankind, but he falls for it, increasingly getting more frustrated as you move away from his reach. "No, fuck- I love you-didn't mean anything by it. Fucking sing my ears off, I'll not say a damn word-"
You can't keep up the façade and burst out laughing. He freezes, staring over at you, at your shaking shoulders and red face, before he rolls over you, forcing you to look into his eyes. When you finally stop laughing, he gives you a soft slap on your bottom, eyes narrowed. "Not funny, doll. Had me scared." He collapses onto you, pressing his face against your neck in annoyance.
"Serves you right for being a meanie," you mutter as you card your fingers through his hair.
You both fall into a peaceful trance, savoring each others scent and warmth when Toji speaks again. "I have a gun in the bedside drawer."
You open your mouth to respond but he cuts you off.
"If I ever say I don't love you, feel free to shoot me with it."
You kiss the top of his head.
"Noted."
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big fan of artists who depict martin looking more and more like peter every season. also a big fan of artists who depict jon looking more and more like elias every season. like hell yeah remind me how they never break the cycle and are all just replaceable pawns to the same eldritch horrors I love it keep em coming boys.
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