#dont even lie and tell me shes ugly

[verflares]

(pre-calam) filling the compendium :-)

+ closeup and the aftermath

[rosenclaws]

obsessed with your ex || Worst!Logan Howlett smut

summary: In his world you were his wife and he loved you and then you died. In this world you're his girlfriend and he loves you. At least you think he does. Still you can't help the voice in the back of your head telling you that you're nothing but a sad replacement.

warnings: SMUT, MINORS DNI!! 18+ ONLY. insecure + jealous!reader, a very very toxic mindset, the reader's mind is very mean to her, reader is a mutant that can make objects disappear, angst, happy ending, rough sex, riding, french kissing, oral (f!receiving), a slight breakdown, soft sex, missionary, Logan is kinda a softie, cockwarming, fingering.

wc: 2.5k

a/n: Okay so it's here!! I need to make this clear that the readers mindset is NOT healthy and that relationships need good communication. That being said here's my fic idea that I've been thinking about for a bit. I love Olivia Rodrigo sm (I even saw her in concert!!) and this song was just begging to be written into a fic. Anyways I really hope you like it and that it's not too insane lmao. Also i made the graphic but i kinda hate it but i dont wanna change it so here we are I know it's ugly but its FINE

How long have you been here? Staring. Observing every little thing about you. Your nose, your eyes, your lips, your hair, your chin. The way your arms fall by your sides. Every. Little. Detail.

Did she have the same colored eyes? Did she talk like you? Was she smart? Was she powerful? Did he look at her the same way? Did he fuck her like he fucks you?

You clench your fists as you stare angrily at the mirror. He loves you. He says he loves you and yet it feels like you can never compare to her. She was the love of his life. She was an X-Men. She died. She was you. You're his dead fucking wife in his universe while you were nothing to the Logan in this one. 

He looked at you like a kicked puppy that first day you met. A lost little pet that had been searching for its owner. Dragged through hell and back just to get to you. It was easy to fall for him. Handsome, a little rough around the edges. You hadn’t even been dating for that long but it didn’t matter right? He worshiped you. He loved you. He promised he loved you.

But sometimes in the back of your head you wonder if when he's kissing you, does he imagine her? Does he close his eyes while he's pounding into you and imagine it's her? How could you ever compete? She was perfect, she was kind, she was everything to him. Spiraling deeper and deeper into a whirlpool of doubt and envy. There's a heavy pounding on the door but you choose to ignore it. Too wrapped up in your twisted mind to care. 

"Sweetheart, let me in." Logan's gruff voice was slightly muffled by the door. 

You clench your jaw as you finally tear your eyes away from the mirror. You slam open the door taking Logan by surprise. His eyes scan yours for injury, a worried look in his face as he steps into the bathroom. 

"I got worried, you were in here a long time." His arms wrap around your waist. 

He's looking at you with pity. At least that's what your brain tells you. Was he worried that you were hurt because he loves you or because he was thinking of her death again? You know he still dreams of her. He can hide it when he's awake but the nightmares don't lie. It hurts so bad. Love me. Love me. You're jealous you know. She's dead, she's gone. So why can't he love you. You push him off and storm out the bathroom. Nothing makes sense anymore in your head. 

"What the fuck?" Logan follows you and you feel yourself tensing up. 

It's a miracle your powers haven't started to go haywire yet. So many different emotions swirl around in your head until it mixes together to form one single feeling.

Need.

You grab Logan's shirt and pull him into you. Smashing your lips onto his with a hunger that you've never felt before. Logan hisses as you bite his bottom lip harshly but you don't give him time to say anything as you slip your tongue into his mouth. He groans as he starts to take some control back. Hands slipping up your shirt and ripping to shreds with ease.

You pull back from his lips, chest heaving for air as you paw at his shirt. Silently demanding he take it off which he happily does. Your lips are back onto his in an instant. He slowly walks you back until you fall onto the bed. You fall onto the bed and lick your lips. The bugle in his pants is evident as you flick your hand and the belt disappears. 

"I liked that belt." You pay no mind to his comment as you unbutton his jeans and pull them down, leaving him in his boxers. 

"Easy there sweetheart," Logan pushes you back gently and crawls on top of you. Logan kisses down your chest, teasing each nipple with his tongue. 

"Let me take my time." He purrs.

His hands touch and squeeze your breasts roughly making you whine. You watch his arms move, god he's so hot. He's close to making you forget. He kisses down, down, all the way down. He sneaks out the tip of his claws to pop open the button of your pants and he yanks them down until they're all the way off.

"There she is, my perfect girl." His girl. That's right your his girl. No one else's.

Logan pulls your panties to the side as he situates himself between your legs. He stuffs his face without shame, licking hungrily and practically moaning at the taste. You arch your back as Logan devours you. Watching his back muscles move are mesmerizing. He's yours. He loves you. He promises he does.

You can't stop the thoughts that begin to invade you. Overwhelmed by pleasure from Logan and pain from the horrible ideas that pop into your head. Did he do this with her too? Did he worship her? Do you taste like her? Is that why he can't get enough? 

"Fuck!" You hiss as you sit up and tell Logan to stop. He does immediately, wondering what the hell is going on. 

"Can't fucking wait." You scratch down his chest with your nails. He groans and tries to crawl on top of you but you shake your head. 

"I'm going to ride you until you can't come anymore." You growl.

You bite his shoulder harshly making him hiss. It heals right up much to your dismay. How badly you wish you could mark him. You make his boxers disappear but before he can make a smart comment you sink down on him all the way. You whimper as you start to bounce on his cock. Loving how much he fills you.

You need to be fucked stupid. You're desperate for Logan to fuck every bad thought out of your head. To promise that he loves you so that you can believe him. You want to believe him. Please, you have to believe him. 

"Sweetheart." Logan's breath is labored as you relentlessly fuck yourself on his cock. You feel so damn good but fuck he can tell something is on your mind. 

"What do you need, let me help you." He sits up on his hands, placing one on your back as he tries to get you to slow down. His words make you want to scream. What do you need? You look at him and the only thing your rotten brain can tell you is that he is thinking of her. 

"I need you to fucking love me!" You yell.

The dam of built up feelings breaks down as tears pour out of your eyes. Ugly, horrible sobs that make your body shake. Logan watches with horror in his eyes as he stills your hips, using his strength to lift you off of him as you continue to cry. 

"I do love you." He says softly but you shake your head. 

"No!" You shout. You pound your fist against Logan's chest over and over again but he barely moves. 

"You love her! I know you do." Logan's heart breaks at the sound of your sobs. 

"I'm not your dead fucking wife Logan!" You should regret the words coming out of your mouth but you can't stop them. 

"You look at me and you see her. Like I'm just some fucking placeholder!" You let out an anguished scream as Logan captures your wrists in his hands. You know the stories. She was a hero, she was perfect in every single way. 

"How can I compete with, with her?" You say completely defeated.

Your head falls against his chest. There's a sense of relief that washes over you. Thoughts that have plagued you for months are finally out in the open. Yet the fear of what comes next overtakes any other feeling.

"Look at me." Logan tilts your head up but you push his hand away. 

"Sweetheart." He sighs and lets go of your face.

Logan's never been good at this. Talking. Being vulnerable. Then he lost everything and he hardened even more and he just. This was a new chance at life and even though it's hard he can't lose it all again. 

"I know you're not her. Of course I do." Logan presses his forehead against yours, trying to get you to look at him. 

"You loved her..." You croak out. 

"I did love her. She was my wife. But I love you too. In a different way." He's a different man. Having gone through tremendous loss. It shaped him into who he is now. 

"You're different people. Your powers act differently, you talk differently, you feel different. You are not a replacement." He says firmly. 

When you finally look at him he feels this horrible pit in his stomach. He wipes away your tears but doesn't make any other move. It's not the right time.

"Would you have even given me a second thought? If I didn't look like her?" You ask, that question has haunted you for a while now but you never asked, too afraid of the answer. Logan is silent, unsure of how to answer. 

"When I first saw you it was like a punch in the face." He starts. "For a moment I was 20 years in the past. Then I snapped out of it. You look like her, yes but you’re not her.” He gently traces a small scar on your jaw that you got when you were a child. 

“I’m not the same as your Logan right? He was a leader, a hero and I was an angry drunk murderer.” 

“I’m not gonna start listing all your fucking differences sweetheart, but I swear on my life that I love you for you.” He pulls you into a tight hug as you start to cry again. You cling onto him as tight as you can. The bad thoughts don’t just stop, even if you want them to but Logans whispering sweet words in your ear. Pushing out every bad thought for now.

“Logan,” You take a deep breath, letting Logan invade all your senses. Tobacco and whiskey. 

“I need you.” He’s hesitant, not sure if it’s the right time.

“Please, I just need you.”

“Okay sweetheart, you have me.” He slowly rolls you over and lays you on your back.

He captures your lips into a kiss. His hips rolling slowly making you moan softly. His lips drift from your lips to the corner of your mouth to your cheek, trailing down. Each one so gentle, so full of love.

“You have this spot, righttt here.” Logan nibbles on your neck and you gasp when bites right at this spot that drives you wild. You melt into the mattress as he kisses over it.

“Always makes you relax.” He crawls lower, kissing down your body. He sits up on his knees and grabs a pillow to place under your back.

“I know you like to be slightly elevated because it means I can go just a little deeper.” He purrs as he takes his cock in his hands and gently rubs the tip of it along your folds. He slides two fingers into your cunt slowly.

“Know that my fingers drive you absolutely wild, that you need me to go slow to start.” You nod absentmindedly.

You never realized he picked up on all these things. His fingers start to slide in smoother, your cunt getting wetter for him. He leans down and takes a deep breath, groaning at the scent. He slips them out and licks them clean.

“Relax sweetheart,” He spreads your thighs and slips in all the way. Going slow but unrelenting, stretching you just how you like.

“So impatient, you never let me take it easy on you right? Just wanna be full all the time.” He leans down on his elbows as he rolls his hips nice and slow.

There will be no rough sex this time, this is about love. To show you that he truly does love you for you.

“Look at me,” He tilts your head so that your eyes meet. He smiles at the desperate look on your face.

“You can pretend it makes you all embarrassed, but I know you like eye contact.” He hums as he angles his hips so that he hits that perfect spot.

You jolt as pleasure rocks through your whole body but he keeps you under him. He’s slowly and methodically tearing you apart. Every touch, every word out of his mouth just makes it better. He knows. Of course he does.

“I love you Logan.” Your hands cup his face as you stare into his hazel eyes.

This time not filled with lust, but with a true deep love. He looks at you like you’re everything.

“I love you too.” He kisses you as he starts to pick up the pace of his thrusts. He smirks as he feels you start to squirm under him. You could never help it when you were close.

“Come on sweetheart, just let go.” He whispers in your ear.

His deep voice paired with the unrelenting feeling of his cock is all it takes. He holds you in his firm arms as a warm and wonderful tingling sensation runs through your whole body. A blissful smile on your face as you tilt your head back.

You feel your whole body relax as your mind calms. Logan tries to hide his growls as he fucks into you a little faster, until he’s coming hard and deep inside of you. He sighs in contentment as he stays inside of you. He taps your cheek lightly and you look up at him.

“I love you. No one else. Just you.” He moves to pull out but you whine. You need to be close to him right now. He chuckles as he slowly moves to your side. Spooning you tightly with his cock still deep inside of you.

“Can we talk?” You ask shyly.

“About what?” Logan grunts as he pulls you as close as he can get you.

“Anything?” He’s not much of a talker so he asks the questions instead.

How did you discover your powers? How did you meet wade? Just anything and everything and you tell him.

You talk for who knows how long. Staying wrapped in each other's arms. It helps, it really does. Logan listens, he really does listen. He wants to get to know you. He loves you. You rest your head on his chest, tracing shapes into his palm as you talk.

For the first time in a while your mind seems to settle. Ignoring any thought that may try and ruin your mood. It’s just you and him right now. There’s no looming figure of your alternate selves, not anymore.

Just you and Logan. Forever.

[sk1bidi-n1k0-e4ts-people]

HELLO, hope you're having a great day. can I request a loki x daughter reader (age 16) where she has many insecurities and worries and he realizes it and helps her? If this is a hard limit, please ignore it 💘

Here for you // Loki laufeyson x daughter reader

Summary: loki comforts you after finding out your insecure :(

Warnings: insecurities, hating body, being mean to loki (kinda),

Age: 16

🩰˚˖𓍢ִ໋ ♡🎧✧˚.🎀༘⋆+•°+💕*°•+

You frowned as you lifted your shirt up slightly in front of your mirror. Turning to see your side profile. Staring at your stomach.

You thought no boys/girls would ever show interest in you if you looked like this. Although your body was completely normal for your age. Sighing as you felt a tear fall down your cheek.

You continued staring at your body, to which you hated, when your father, loki, suddenly burst through the door. Usually he'd knock and you'd have a second to jump into your bed and put on a fake smile. But you didn't this time.

You took in a sharp breath, whipping around to face him. With his eyebrows scrunched, he tilted his head in confusion as to what you were doing.

"Ww-What are you doing?" He asked as you felt your cheeks turn red. With your head downcast, you felt tears come to your eyes. You backed up slowly until you sat down on your bed.

Your father walked over and sat down next to you. placing his hand over yours in order to comfort you. "What were you doing darling?"

You sniffed before letting out a small sob, loki threw his arms around you as a reflex to this. You continued to sob into his chest for a while. He rocked you back and forth as ran his fingers through your dark wavy hair. Shushing you from time to time.

Eventually you calmed down. Pulling away from your father, you looked at him tearfully. He looked deep into your emerald green eyes before asking the question again.

"What were you doing?" He asked in a soft tone, his asgardian accent ringing in your ears. You took in a deep breath before confessing.

"I...really, hate the way i look." Loki looked surprised at this, brushing a strand of hair away from your face. "Why?"

"Im afraid that if im too fat I'll never get a partner...and if i dont loose some weight no boy/girl will love me..." you said sadly. Your father again, looked shocked at this.

"Y/n, darling, your not fat, your not even overweight in the slightest...did, someone tell you these lies?"

"No, not really i just...i want boys/girls to like me, and i just, I just dont like the way i look. Its ugly and-"

"I beg your pardon?" Loki interrupted, 'Ugly' he hated that word. "Tell me, why in the world you would think that?"

"I dont know! Okay!?" You shouted, "i dont know why i feel this way! Just go away!" You yelled in frustration. He placed a hand on your shoulder. Remaining calm as your mood switched quickly.

He sighed and pulled you close to him, you again started to sob into him. He pulled away from this gentle touch for a moment to lie down on his back, extending and arm to invite you in.

You rested your head on his chest as he held you close to him as you both continued to stare at the ceiling.

You allowed yourself to drift off in his arms, your chest rising and falling as you slept.

He had a maid draw you a warm bath when you awoke from your deep slumber. He also made you your favorite meal when you got out of the tub.

Over a few weeks, you felt at peace with your body, with your soul, with your mind.

🩰˚˖𓍢ִ໋ ♡🎧✧˚.🎀༘⋆+•°+💕*°•+

A/N: i hope you liked this loveeeeee! P. S, please ignore my inactivity lol

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[lucyskywalker]

I’m actually very curious to know why you don’t like jonsa! my reasons for example are: their fandom is acting way too insane for a ship that never happened and won’t ever happen; kit harington is unfortunately ugly. what are yours?

There are so many reasons that I dont even know how to begin with.

Alright. Let's go.

1st reason: It is only solely based on the show, and I really mean that. When you get to read metas and posts surrounding the ship, u realize these people never opened the books, while traying to pretend they did. I'm not being entitled. It is just obvious with what they write. Everything is taken out of contest. Especially surrounding Jon's pov and his lack of relationship with Sansa.

+ I despise the show. The only good thing about D&D's creations were the Dragons CGI and the dothraki and valyrian language, and it ends there. Out of it, everything sucks. They have rewrote all the female character in such a sexist and ridiculous way that I can't even start explaining for you.

2nd. I ship jonrya. Ik it is not everyone's cup of tea, but I do. And no. Idc if they become canon or not. I like the concept. I love their relationship. And I love what they can become. Now why the fact I ship Jonrya actually matters? Well, specially after season 7, a lot of Jonsa fans started taking things from Jon PIV that were about his love for Arya, and make it be about Sansa, with ridiculous excuses for their takes. The most commun and easy example being "What do you know of my heart, priestess? What do you know of my sister?" When Jon asks Melissandre, he is referring to Arya. And no. It is not a different interpretation. It is about Arya he is talking about. Another one was "Would you bed your sister?" And Again Jon thinks about Arya, but when you read Jonsa's metas; they say he is thinking about Sansa. Another common Jonsa take is that Jon died for his men in the books, or for Sansa, when again, this is not the case. He died for Arya. And that is explicit on the text with no room for other interpretation. No wonder why the last thing he tought was about her.

Jonsas straigh up lie about what happens in the books to support their takes, or they just read metas here on tumblr and believe it. Idk and neither do I wish to know.

Not only that. They started behaving as they had a moral high ground over jonerys and jonryas... when they don't, it is still incestuos and still problematic to modern standards - not only that, they behave entitled to this day, and attack Jonrya shippers and Jonerys shippers in a real coward way.

Many, many times, I received anon hate telling me to *kms*, slit my wrists. Someone even wished for me to get raped over a fictional ship.

My disdain over the ship is not only with the ship itself, hence taking a lot of Jon's dynamic and bound with Arya to give it to Sansa, which is really important in both of their stories and arc, but mostly about the fandom, and how I was affected by it. If it was treated only like a crackship (what book wise, actually is), as my beloved hitsukarin from bleach, I would have no problem with it.

But the community is far one of the most toxic ones I have ever seen or been in contact with. Actually, dealing with them heavily impacted my mental health.

3rd. I really didnt like Sansa way before dealing with the fandom. Since my favorite is Arya, the way Sansa treated her never vibed with me. (And no. It isn't normal sibling behavior. I am an older sister. I would never do half of the things Sansa have done, not even on 11). After book 1, I felt pity for her, but she still was the last interesting character for me, even if her Vale story was.... I guess, more berable.

After getting into the fandom, tho, Jonsas and Stansas ruined Sansa for me in every possible way as well to the point I read her chapters and I won't feel any kind of enjoyment in her journey or her character. She is my least liked character, not because "she is the most horrible person in the books" (she is not. She is far from being that. ) but because her fans made me feel terribly bitter about her. It is not logical or fair, but again, I'm not trying to be.

[nothing-tolose]

All Because I Liked A Girl.

Part 2.

Warning: death threats, panic attack (?), lmk if i missed anything!

A/N: still kinda short anyway but yeah here it is. english isn't my first language so pls pls i hope u guys can understand t____t love u guys sm xoxo

Part 1.

🇵🇸 Daily click.

You keep your phone on screen after you saw those comments on school's blog. You couldn't tell what's happening right now, too many comments made you so hard to search the problem. You bring that thing to everywhere; kitchen, living room, porch, or even to the bathroom.

It's been two hours since you woke up and you haven't showered yet. You were too focused on your school's blog. You sit on your dining chair with a cup of water in front of you, fingers still scrolling and searching.

'Why there's so much bad comments towards me? Why do people keep mentioning Ellie and Anne in between my name?'

You keep asking the same question in your head. You have no idea. Because, oh really, what the fuck is happening right now? You didn't even do anything wrong before!

And you stopped scrolling when you saw Anne's post.

11 hours ago

@annel1se-torres

oh.. i think.. people should be know about a girl who just stole someone's girlfriend, yeah? been hiding this for months but i guess today is the right time to tell you all. aaanddd this isn't about a gossip at all since it was happened to me:)

i would never understand why did she still can smile so brightly after she stole my gf, oops, i mean.. my ex. sorry my bad ;(

there's no girls supporting girls when the one have NO SHAME 🤷🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️

anyway, have a good night everyone! <3

You froze. You figured out that her post was the problem of all those bad comments, and that post finally answered your curiosity.

Who doesn't know about Anne, though? Everyone knew her as an 'IT GIRL' or something like that on your school. She was dated with Ellie back then and broke up 5 months ago. Everyone always praising her like she's the perfect one, no one could replace her. Good grades, good looking, good personality. Oh, she got them all.

You were confused. It was 5 months ago, you started talking with Ellie 3 months ago, and started dating with her a month after that. There's a little big gap between their relationship with yours, right? Why did she bring up about that and saying that you stole Ellie?

Did she really talking about you? Or you were just overanalyzing? Absolutely not. She haven't been in relationship after her break up with Ellie. If the post wasn't about you and Ellie, then who?

People in her comments section were shading you and even mentioning YOUR NAME.

@bracchiosoreuzz

I THINK I KNOW WHO ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT :0 her name starts with * right?

@annel1se-torres replied

@brachhiosoreuzz girl i know you're smart but shh 🤫

@butter-cheese777

i fucking agree w you anne, no girls supporting girls when the one have NOOO SHAAAMEEE FOR STEALING SOMEONE'S GIRLFRIEND!

@rainawastinghertime

lmfao, she's ugly tho why did ellie accept her to be her girlfriend? ugh she's not worthy to be compared with you, girl

@77-s18

ugly bitch always steal everything

@plhrmc

she should be dead fr i don't care what anyone says

@dont-lookat-m33 replied

@plhrmc hey delete that, you're going too far

@dont-lookat-m33

are you sure that she stole ellie from you? i mean, they started dating like around three months after your break up. think again, anne. im on your side if they were dating a week after the break up. she's already getting a death threat because of your post. not everything should be about you though.

@77-s18 replied

@dont-lookat-m33 guys it's her!!! use your real account you loser XD

You shouldn't have seen those comments, you should've just see the post. Those comments were worst than the first you saw before. The way Anne replied their comments, and didn't even care about the others. What's her actual problem with you? You both were never interacting before. All you know is Anne's post was absolutely a lie because you didn't even care abour her or thinking about her when you talking to Ellie for the first time until you dating with her.

It was your first time getting really really bad comments and death threats. You were definitely scared. Firstly they said they'll spit on you on Monday morning if you show up, and now they wishing you dead.

You can't stop scrolling and reading the comments, it gets worse. God, they made you scared to death. Your body starts to shaking, your hands too. You hold your tears.

Your phone buzzed when you were about to see more comments on Anne's post. Lauren calls you again.

"Hey, I just found the–"

"Lau, I.." You couldn't talk, words suddenly disappeared. Lauren can hear your breath, and you were panting. "I saw those comments. They–"

Lauren went silent, she took a deep breath, "Would you close the blog right now? Please?" Now she sounds more softer than the last call you had with her.

You nod slightly.

You swear to God, you can't hold your tears anymore. You were too scared, scared of what will happen next. What if they really spit on you? What if they give you a disgusting stare on you? And what if—

Then you cried.

You hear Lauren's voice from the call, "I'll be there in five minutes. Just sit there where you are and don't go to somewhere else." And she hang up.

Of course you're not going to anywhere. Your feet were limp, you couldn't do anything except crying.

Your phone screen was on, you can see the notifications on the screen there.

messages request from ssalxxxx

god i really hope you the worst

she's dating with you because she just wanted to make anne jealous

poor girl

messages request from qwrtxxxx

ellie was never happy with you and anne is better than you, girlie

i'll be waiting for your funeral 💘

You shut your eyes, you don't want to see it. But hey, remember that curiosity killed the cat.

messages from els <33

babe are you okay??

taglist: @backedbeansh

[wiihtigo]

11, 16, 22, 25, 31 HE NEEDS CASEY BITES TO LIVE

ask game

11. How do they cope with confusion (seek clarification, pretend they understand, etc)?

haha (imagines casey confused and scared pretending she understands whats happening when she doesnt) ahh....

but yes she would 100% lie and nod along pretending she gets whats going on. and then i think she'd try to just brush it off and forget about it rather than try to piece things together and figure anything out. she doesnt mind living in blissful ignorance..its blissful

16. What makes their stomach turn?

hmmmm...shes not weak to bugs or rodents (she wouldnt go out of her way to play with rats but she wouldnt gaf about picking up a dead mouse to throw it outside if she found one), and i think she has a pretty good tolerance for movie-gore and body horror, but hmmm. real life injury i suppose, shes not good with pain. she hates pain! this is not a unique trait since ..everyone hates pain. but its true. heights make her stomach hurt too lol. so if you want to make her throw up, dangle her over a deep pit and punch her in the stomach 10000 times

22. How does jealousy manifest itself in them (they become possessive, they become aloof, etc)?

(smiles) possessive ..which is CRAZYYY cuz if you ask casey if she even cares about nell she'd say helll no and she'd mean it..i think its not so much that shes actually afraid nell is going to leave her for another girl, its just annoyance seeing anyone else cozy up to HER bodyguard. its kind of cute to me that her internal opinion of nell goes up when shes using her to show off to other people. even though its insulting to nell.

on most days: nell is an evil jerk who cut off my ubereats privileges after i tried telling the same place the food never came for a refund 3 times and got banned

if any hussy breathes near ladybug: my handsome and brave superhero roommate who i live with and who protects me from everything and we're best friends and you should be jealous i know her secret identity and you dont kyahhhh~~

shes a difficult person

25. What are their thoughts on marriage?

she doesnt want to get married and she doesnt plan on dating anyone

its extremely low on her list of priorities not even for any forced "i have to focus on my goals" repression, it just coincidentally coincides with what she already feels, that she doesnt care about romance and stuff like that.

casey operates on a system where if there are enough pros to a situation that outweigh the cons to justify something she doesnt like or doesnt want to do, she'll do it. there are way too many cons to the idea of dating and marriage 1. she doesnt gaf in the first place so she doesnt see a point 2. she doesnt want children 3. she doesnt want the added financial burden of another person in her life 4. she doesnt want to spend her entire life forcing herself to make small talk with someone inside her house that just lives there forever now 5. she wants to focus on her goals of becoming a super awesome famous actor and the pros are............. 1. ?????

obviously her tune changes in new york ending where casey and nell get married because there are more nell specific pros and less cons. and even though she pulls out 'im literally your girlfriend!!!!!!" when its funny or convenient i think she mostly doesnt even see it that shes 'dating' nell, she just wants to be with her forever and nell can never date anyone or be in love with anyone but her for the rest of their lives

its cute though, when they do get married she does cozy up to the concept of being nells WIFE very quickly. you cant throw that shoe at me im your wiiiiiiiifeuhhhhhh eueueuuueee (crying ugly)

she also realizes the value of her wedding ring when she learns she can use it to instantly get out of any social obligation. hm no i cant go to drinks after work my partner doesnt like me being out so late. yes theyre a real BITCH haha you know how it is

31. Who are they the most glad to have met?

oh you....YOU KNOW WHO!!!!!!!

of course its nell bishop aka ladybug

she doesnt KNOW how happy she is to have nell in her life until way later because shes a stupid stupid girl, but nell is without a doubt the best and worst thing to ever happen to her

for 1, shes the most fulfilled and happiest and most alive she has ever felt with nell, but for 2, she fucking dies and it hurts her more than she ever thought something could emotionally effect her. so she hates nell for making her feel like that when one of the things she was so proud of herself for was her ability to trudge through anything and come out okay, to always get up and keep moving no matter the rejection or failure. but she is sooooooo so sad when nell dies it just puts a stop to her heart totally. and she HATES HER FOR IT!

this answer is kind of double edged because if she was asked if shed just prefer that she never met nell at all to avoid all this, she'd answer yes instantly, but deep inside that thought is really upsetting and scary.

the memory of nell doesnt make her a stronger or better person. she doesnt get up in the morning because nell would want her to take care of herself. she doesnt 'do it for her' or do anything kind or charitable in her memory. nells deaths caused nothing but negatives and she hates her so much for fucking up the direction of her life but if there was a button that would magically bring her back to life completely ok she'd break her finger spam pressing it

[jujurose222]

Sorry in advance. But new year means I gotta be radically truthful about the things I’m ashamed of. Everything I say is how I honestly feel and I don’t like to be cruel these days, but this is my last step it appears. I’ve stopped being unnecessarily mean in MANY regards, but this regard is the one I must express. I want the world to know my true thoughts, so when I evolve, other jealous girls can learn from my thoughts and evolve too. I think my salty feelings are fair, and I think every girls are, but I’m tired of being bitter. It can’t last forever.

Beginning the new year I should tell everyone the truth. I’m scared. I feel extra lonely despite having a best friend I spent some time with and a mother who is sat downstairs. I just think about that one new year.

And I think about the coolest person I’ve ever known who “fucked a blonde bitch.” I think about my friend who knew and lied to me, I think about telling him what I heard and him saying, “oh you heard about the blonde he fucked.” And me saying, “is that Samantha?” And him saying, “Oh no.” (Name drop idgaf).

Also if that blonde bitch is who I think it is… LMFAO. Sorry. Pathetic ass hair. Anyway.

And I think about getting a text that said, “apparently they kept getting kicked out of rooms because he was basically on top of her.”

Oh I also think about that fucking playlist all the time. It makes me cry still.

I think about Samantha messaging me. I think about the insane fucking pea brain that bitch has. Apparently we have the same birthday? I dont know according to her, and from what I can tell, that bitch will say anything. March 28th, whatever even if we do. I’ve had enough shit make me sick because of you.

Have you ever wanted to kill someone? I don’t want this on like forensic files if someone brutally murders her one day, but I can’t lie. I’m a vivid dreamer. I would tell you how I’d do it, but I really don’t want to get in trouble. That’ll stay in my diary. You know that makes you feel like a “little girl.” I’m a little girl alright.

“My dad tried to kill me.” “We always end up back with each other.” “Oh yeah the drug thing.”

Too bad your dad didn’t kill you, dumb fucking bitch. IDEK YOU WHY YOU ARE TELLING ME THIS. PLEASEEEEEEEEEE KYS. PLEASEEEEE. It was really hard for me to be the bigger person, but I was. I wanted to get the info I needed, so I had to play along. Even though I wanted to do what I’ve always done when I was in drama, tell her to kill herself.

Don’t get me started on the other one.

I was scrolling on Harmonys phone one day and she did a side by side of her and Caitlyn Jenner. I didn’t even know she did it. She said, “oh yeah I didn’t want to show you, I know it triggers you. But she’s fucking ugly.”

Yeah well fugly don’t mean shit, it just means you’ll fuck it.

And oh “the prettiest vagina I’ve ever seen” just sits around waiting for the future timeline, the one where you finally feel good enough to be inside it, because you know it doesn’t want anyone else. Even if it didn’t fit. Nobody else would have even got me in that position. I’ve always been a fucking prude.

A bitter girl who liked to tell little girls to kill themselves. That was who I was. A salty little girl who hated other girls because they got attention and I didn’t.

I wish I could sit and tell you I’m not like that anymore.

But if I got the chance, I would pounce on Samantha and bash her face in. (I would go into more depth, but seriously I know she’s a real person, and I don’t want to become a suspect one day. And she will probably get killed with a mouth like hers, so like seriously don’t wanna be a suspect).

The root of my issue is that fact that boys never liked me, and when they did I always managed to ruin it. So I find it very fucking awesome how fate has done me? You know?

Okay, I’m done being a hater. But I think the world should know, Julia Rose hates a couple of girls very very much. I want to enter my new year leaving that behind. I’ve let go of many bitter feelings, but that is the thing I’m most bitter about. This stupid fucking competition I unwittingly became apart of. And it just sucks because it’s my mind that affirms the fact it’s a competition. Even though I know it’s not. Egos are just hard to navigate. So I want to admit my fears. That I’ll lose the competition. Even though I already technically lost.

That’s the thing, I didn’t win or lose, because it’s just life. Being a girl is hard though and I feel like boys just don’t get it at all. I feel like even some girls don’t get it.

I’m also sick of fake poets.

Oh also! “Yeah apparently he took them to this Asian masseuse.” WHAT? I was so fucking pissed that I had to slash your tires. YOU HAD A FUCKING GIRLFRIEND ACCORDING TO FACEBOOK SO WHY ARE YOU PAYING FOR A HANDJOB???????? YOUR FUGLY GIRLFRIEND CANT DO IT? Or is it just not as fun doing cocaine and getting a handjob from a girl you have to see the next day? It made me irrevocably angry. I took a knife from my sister’s kitchen and did what I felt needed to be done. I thought hell, maybe this’ll keep him from getting drugs for one night. Probably didn’t. I felt bad for your fugly girlfriend. And then she took you to Paris! Oh just such. a. fucking. dream. And your mom in your comment section, “oh I love you two!” Yeah well I fucking HATE you two.

Goodnight world. I’m sickened with jealousy that idiots can steal my lover but hey, that’s life!

[cowboyjen68]

this might seem some stupid teenage problem to you but how do i deal with my friends having boyfriends and girlfriends while im just depressingly lonely as hell? i mean we still talk but im just scared that they'll just pay more attention to theie boyfriends and girlfriends coz they did that the last time we went to our friend's house for karaoke. its not a bad thing to pay attention to boyfriends and girlfriends but sometimes i just feel left out. plus my friends used to joke abt me being single when i already feel like shit because im single and the only relationship i had was with a boy that i literally regretted to get together with bc he wasn't even a decent person to me. they don't make jokes like that anymore when i had enough and told them to stop it. idk if im being clingy at all but its like i just feel left out coz last time we went to have karaoke at my friend's house some of them just straight up pay more attention to their boyfriends and girlfriends and idk i just feel left out mostly bc it kinda feels like i have no one to talk to atp. again im not saying it's a bad thing but how can i stop feeling left out? and why's being gay kinda hard? most of my friends r in hetero relationships and they had it easy. the only relationship i had was with my toxic childhood friend who wasn't a decent person. plus everytime i like a girl, either they're lgbtq+ but just like boys more, straight or a piece of shit. why's it so hard for me to have a girlfriend? is it because im ugly? awkward? too introverted? or maybe the fact that i kinda suck at socializing bc i literally dont socialize alot? everything always goes wrong for me in my love life while my friends have it easy. im sorry if its too long

Forgive typos. I’m on my phone. And tired.

First. Big butch mom hugs to you. Take a breath and read this.

You are not by any means alone. And even in adulthood. Those of us grownups who are single often find ourselves lamenting the “loss” of a friend who is in a néw relationship. That friend is still our friend but her time is suddenly drastically limited. My best friend who was single for 12 years was my constant companion. Now she’s finally found love and two years in I’ve spent a total of maybe 6 hours with her. And it’s never just her and I. It’s only in group gatherings. It’s sad and hard to say the least. It’s feeling lonely even as I try to let other friends step in. The space she occupied will always be hers.

High school. College. Youthful friend groups tend to be much wider and less static. A constant refreshing of new love interests and I do remember those who dates feeling very intense emotions both at the start and end of such couplings. When you’re the single one you never the priority to others because they are expending so much time and energy to the mostly futile attempt to make fleeting romances work out. You don’t require energy since they assume (albeit unconsciously) you will just be there. Which is not fair. Friendship requires attention.

Sometimes we just have to toss ourselves into our own joys. Go to things you love alone. Have coffee. Enjoy a meal. Don’t sequester yourself to the internet to find connections. Be okay with you. Eventually others wil come in your life.

Do not date just to not be alone. Being miserable in a relationship is worse than just staying single and loving time with yourself.

I won’t lie and tell you loneliness will just abate. But I can say it won’t be forever. And friends will evolve and shift your entire life. You take all the good things. And bad from each one into the next and learn who and what enhances your life the most.

[soombee]

🫂 ｡ﾟ⊹ you’ve built a home in my heart — 10. drunk confessions

:: u got up at 2 am to get some snacks at the convenience store down the street. for your inconvenience, you quietly opened the door to meet a peculiar sight, someone trying to sleep on the floor across the hallway because their roommate has their gf over .. ?

warnings ⚠️ none

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yunjins apartment, 09:47 pm

the rest of the day was boring. from seven am till now, nothing eventful as happened, hyunjin wasnt even home so you decided to visit yunjin. honestly, you forgot about drinking till you saw rikis twt

“oh” how thoughtful it was for him to remind you,

10:06 pm — drinking w yunjin

“yunjiiinnnn, this isnt faiirr!!” you sulk, face is hot and sweaty from the soju. “that shouldve been meeee..”

“ynnn, what if shes his sister or something??” yunjin pats your hair, “its okay baby, we’ll ask him tomorrow”

“but i wanna talk to him now, we havent talked since yesterday” you can’t believe youre acting so soft for a Man..

“no ml, uve already had too much to drink” she snatched your phone out of your hands, and damn you wish you hadnt been so stubborn that night

quickly, you took your phone back from her grasps and opened imessage,,

🔍 search : my loser baby 🙈🙈 🎙️

riki didnt even realize he dropped everything he was doing just to come and take care of you,

“im so doomed..”

1:38 am

ding dong, the doorbell rang and yunjin went running to it

“thank god youre here, just go straight n take a right and she should be over there”

“alright, thank you.” he bowed as a sign of respect, “im riki, btw” reaching his hand out to the brown haired girl in front of him

“yunjin” they shake hands

whys he so sweaty… - yunjin

“ugh hes so pretty its so annoying.” you yelled from the room you were in, not realizing you were shouting “i cant keep pretending like i dont wanna kiss his plump ass lips when i see him..” you cried out, tears falling down your cheeks

“youre so dramatic, yn!” yunjin made sure u heard her, “why are you crying!?”

whos she talking abt ..? — riki

suddenly, you felt a hand lift your chin up, forcing you look up to riki with teary eyes. the sight tugged his heart strings, he cant bear to look at you like this. he took a seat beside u, and with a gentle touch, he reached out and wiped away the tears from your cheeks, his fingers lingering for a moment longer than usual, a flicker of romantic tension between you two

“stop crying, u look so ugly”

“…”

“why were u crying anyways”

“cause i fuckign hate you”

“wtf did i do”

“i hate you so much, u do all of this just to get my hopes up” you punch his chest

“what..?” rikis heart skipped a beat

“i dont even know how i liked you in the first place, youre such an ass to me.” what a blatant lie you just told, even he treated you better than most of your exes

“…”

“you make me jealous even though you arent mine,,”

“yn, youre drunk go home” yunjin cuts you off but was too late to save you from the embarrassment in the morning.

rikis car, 2:22 am

riki watched as you stumbled out of yunjins apartment, steps unsteady and words slurred. concerned, he approached you with caution

“yn, are you alright?” riki asked

you looked up at him, eyes glassy and cheeks flushed. you giggled, swaying slightly as you tried to maintain your balance

“riki!” you exclaimed, voice overly enthusiastic. “i have something important to tell you!” the anger from earlier left your body

“yn, maybe its best if we wait until youre sober,” riki suggested gently, his voice filled with concern and nervousness

you pouted, your expression morphing from excitement to disappointment. you leaned closer to him, he can smell the alcohol from your breath

“why do u have to be so cute..” — riki

he sighed as his heartbeat raised, “lets get you home, and we can talk about this when you’re feeling better, alr?”

you nodded, eyes still filled with a mix of nothing and everything at the same time. riki guided you gently, supporting you as you walked into his car. the silence between you two felt heavy with tension, both aware of the awkwardness that hung in the air

your apartment, 2:48am

upon reaching your doorstep, riki helped u unlock the door. you stepped inside, and flopped down on the couch, head spinning from the alcohol

“hyunjin??” riki looked around the apartment for him, looking for someone to take care of you when he leaves, but he wasnt there “ig ill do it..” his ears turned red

riki gently led u to the bathroom to help u freshen up. with a warm washcloth, he began wiping away the remnants of the night, gently dabbing at your flushed cheeks and smoothing ur disheveled hair (niki husband material era😍)

with u cleaned up, he led u to the bedroom. he helped you settle under the covers, making sure you were comfortable. as he turned to leave, your hand shot out, gripping his tightly

“dont go,” you pleaded, voice vulnerable. “stay..”

riki paused, his heart fluttered at your touch and your words. he could sense the sincerity in your plea but he also knew you were drunk. like yunjin said, u werent able to think on your own yet

“i dont want to take advantage of you, yn” riki replied, his voice filled w concern. “youve had a lot to drink, ill be back in the morning dw”

your grip on his hand tightened, your eyes pleading him not to leave

“i know im drunk, riki,” she admitted, her voice tinged with vulnerability. “i have known ever since you washed my face. i dont want you to go, i need you here with me, please”

riki looked into your eyes, searching for sincerity and clarity amidst the haze of alcohol. in exchange, he saw the raw honesty and the fear of losing his presence.

“alr then,” riki conceded softly. “ill stay with you but we need to promise each other that we’ll talk abt this conversation when ure fully sober”

you nodded, relief washing over your features

as your breathing steadied, riki stayed by your side, hands intertwined. he watched over you, his presence offering solace in the midst of your vulnerability

“goodnight, yn” he whispered gently as he thought about everything

did u guys miss me 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🩷🤍🩷

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[necroneol]

TW SA AND ABVSE MENTION

okay hi, i know this is unusual for this account but i just wanted to put something out there. apparently my stuff is going around on the fake disorder cringe reddit which is..well. it is what it is. i just want to say some things.

if you have a problem with me grow up and say it to my face. hiding behind reddit is pathetic. i have said it a million times before but what you see here is a mere fraction of my life and my experiences. some people on reddit were saying that my idea of “abvsive” is most likely me just whining because i have to do chores. and ill say that im sorry for you, and i feel for you. you sound very lonely and hateful and sad and isolated. i hope you can find something better. truly. i will never understand how people see content online and assume they know some hidden truth, like theyre the only one who can see through the lie.

you want the truth? the truth is that i Do whine when i have to do chores. and i cry when my mother takes away my food as punishment. and i close my eyes and take it when she hurts me. i do what im told because i know what happens if i dont. i keep my secrets inside, and i keep my mouth shut, not because i want to, but because i have to. because every single time i even attempted to tell my mother about any of the sxual azzaults i endured, half of which were perpetrated by my own family members, she told me i was so ugly that no one would want to touch me like that, so i must be making it up.

so yeah. i whine when i have to empty the dishwasher for the third time in one day when there are at least 4 other people in the household capable of emptying a damn dishwasher.

i am lucky enough to have these moments of normal, every day disappointment and frustration. i am lucky enough to have time in between to complain about doing the dishes. you are lucky if you have the time to put strangers down behind the safety of anonymity for no reason other than you can and youre bored.

my life is real. just because you cant fathom it doesn’t mean it’s fake. my diagnosis is real. i am real. find a better hobby and learn how to love yourself.

thanks so much to anyone reading and to everyone who’s supported me so far. i finally have hope in my life. i am forever grateful and i hope these insecure people can find some hope of their own one day. we all deserve it.

happy holidays and merry christmas!

[kindnessisweakness2]

Delusional - Part 19

“I cannot believe you can sing like that lass!” Chibs exclaimed loudly from the bar in the clubhouse. The Friday night party was in full swing and Delaney was sat on Jax’s lap as the rest of the club made comments about how well she did at the fundraiser. “There is alot you guys dont know about me. I have lots of secret talents.” Delaney wiggled her eyebrows and laughed loudly at the expression on the guys faces. “No, Seriously. I love singing covers but i write songs too. I just never sing them. It’s weird, i’ve just never had the confidence. My parents wanted me to be a Lawyer or Doctor and well, you can see how that turned out!” Delaney gestured at herself and giggled. “I think you turned out perfect.” Jax said as he leaned in and kissed her head. “And talking about them secret talents, its time to take my old lady home. Sorry guys!” Jax grinned as the guys groaned loudly at his innuendo. Delaney did not have to be told twice as she quickly said goodbye to Gemma and Clay before following her Fiance to his bike. Jax was reaching for his spare helmet when an unfamiliar Car pulled onto the TM Lot. Jax Pulled Delaney close as he watched a man and woman emerge from the car. The woman was tall and slim with dark hair and dark eyes. She had a pointed look on her face and Jax could already tell she was judging everyone. The male was short and frumpy, with a receeding hairline and bright eyes. “Mom? Dad?” Delaney questioned, shock evident in her voice, as she made her way towards the car with Jax following close behind her. “W-What are you doing here? You never called to tell me you were coming out!” Delaney’s Mom scowled at her daughter. “Well we wanted to suprise you. We were concerned that we couldnt get hold of Alex, so we decided to fly out. Do not be ungrateful.” Delaney sighed at her mother. She has never been nice to her, and always thought the sun shone out of Alex’s backside. This was going to be a difficult convosation. “Well me and Alex, we arent together anymore. I dont know where he is-” It wasnt a lie. She didnt know where he was and she never wanted to know either. Her moms eyes widened. “Don’t tell me, you messed it up like you do everything else. Always been ungrateful, hasnt she James? I’m glad we flew out. You clearly need our help. I’m sure we can fix it. You just need to lose a few pounds, all this american food hasnt helped your waist line dear! You’ve clearly let yourself go. Walking around no make up, hair a mess and when was the last time you had your nails done? What have i told you Delaney Louise? Men do not appreciate it when their woman looks rough! No wonder Alex probably went somewhere else. Have you atleast been doing the housework and cooking him home meals?” Delaney’s Cheeks blushed crimson at her moms critisism and the fact that the rest of the club came out to see the new arrivals, catching the awful toungue lashing her mother dished out. Her Father just stood there an awkward smile on his face. Years of having to listen to her mother go on and on has made him compliant, never wanting to get on her bad side. “Mom, Can you please forget about Alex? He wasnt a good man. He did things to me you never knew about, even before we moved out here. I’ve met someone else. Someone who treats me so much better.” Her moms eyes flickered to where Jax was stood next to her. She watched her mom look him up and down and it honestly made her blood boil to see the judgement on her face. “He’s no Alex.” Delaney couldnt hold it in. “YES. YOUR CORRECT. HE’S NO ALEX. HE DOESNT GRAB ME BY THE HAIR AND DRAG ME TO THE FLOOR WHEN HIS BREAKFAST ISNT DONE ON TIME. HE DOESNT TELL ME IM USELESS AND FAT AND UGLY. HE DOESNT HIT ME EVERYDAY. HE DOESNT SCARE ME. HE DOESNT MAKE MAKE ME FEEL LIKE IM WORTHLESS. HE DOESNT MAKE ME FEEL LIKE I WANT TO DIE AND THAT THE WORLD WOULD BE BETTER OFF WITHOUT ME IN IT. HE MAKES ME FEEL SAFE AND LOVED AND HAPPY. SHOULDNT THAT BE WHAT YOU WANT FOR YOUR DAUGHTER? TO BUILD A LIFE WITH SOMEONE WHO MAKES HER FEEL LIKE SHE’S THE MOST AMAZING THING. RATHER THAN LIVE EVERYDAY IN FEAR THAT THAT WILL BE THE DAY HE FINALLY KILLED ME?” Delaneys chest heaved as she screamed at her mother. “Oh dont be so dramatic, Delaney Louise! So what he slapped you a few times? You’ve always been out of control. You needed raining in! To be showed whats acceptable and whats not! Alex did you a favour even looking at you in the first place. He could have his pick of the women wherever he went and he chose you! He chose to be with someone who behaved and looked like you! I hate to say it as you are my daughter but lets face it, your never the prettiest girl in the room. You ate your feelings through high school and look how its effected your body! Nobody wants you, and its not hard to believe when you look like that. Like i said, now im here we will correct it and you will apologise to Alex in the hope he will take you back.” Delaney shook her head at her mother. The nerve of her. “If you ever think im going to stand in front of that man again you are more delusional than he is.” The smack echoed across the lot loudly. Delaney’s head whipping to the side with the force of the hit. Her hand came up to cover the red mark on her face as she spit the blood that formed in her mouth on the concrete. “Do not ever disrespect me like that. I am your Mother!” The shrill voice of her mum and the shouts of protest of every member of the club sounded like it was far away. Delaney didnt know what was happening. She had been hit harder than that before but for some reason it feels like her brain had been shaken against her skull. Fuck, she could take a hit but this was different. Something was wrong. “Baby?” Jax’s arms wound around her waist trying to steady her. She could see double and her ears felt like they were ringing. “Jax-” was all Delaney could mumble before she went limp in his Arms. 

*1 HOUR LATER*

Jax paced up and down the hospital waiting room. “She really werent lying when she said her mom was a bitch.” Juice nodded in agreement at opies comment. “Do you mind? Me and my wife are right here!” Delaneys dad spoke up as her mum scoffed. “Do you think we give a shit? Look at how you’ve treated her. You’ve been here 5 fucking minutes and look at how much you upset her!” Gemma snapped. “You should’ve stayed your asses in England!”  Delaneys mum Stood up and made her way to where Gemma Stood in the doorway, but before she could say anything Gemma laughed. “Just try it sweetheart. I am not your daughter. I will fuck you up.” Jax glared at his mother. “Will all of you shut the fuck up? My fiance is currently lying in a hospital bed and you guys fighting is not fucking helping!” Before anyone could say anything else the doctor appeared. “Im guessing your all here for Delaney?” Jax Stepped forward, “Please can i see her? She’s my fiance!” Delaneys mum scoffed loudly, “I am her mother, Linda. I should be the one to see her!” Jax and Gemma rounded on her. “YOUR THE FUCKING REASON SHES IN HERE!” The doctor shook his head at the group. “Look you all need to calm down otherwise i will have to ask you to leave the hospital. She’s been asking for Jax, Gemma and club members. Which im guessing is all you guys with the patches on. She has specifically stated that no one else is to enter her hospital room so if your not a patched member, or your name is not Jax or Gemma you need to leave.” Delaneys parents scowled but left the room without argument. Jax sighed in relief that they were gone. “So now thats dealt with. You can see her but we are just waiting on the result of one more test, as soon as that comes through i will be with you guys shortly.” Jax thanked the doctor then made his way towards Delaney’s Hospital room. Everyone pushed into the room, trying to be the one to get to her first. 

Delaney Laughed as she watched Opie, Juice, Halfsack and Happy try to cram themselves through the doorway at the same time. “Get the fuck out of the way!” Juice gunted. “No move your fat ass i was here first.” Opie groaned as his shoulder got rammed hard against the door frame. “Both of you move out the fucking way. I’m her faveorite.” Happy shoulder barged his way through the small gap, sending juice flying forward onto the hospital floor. “Your all fucking idiots.” Jax snapped as he stepped over juice and rushed towards delaneys bed. “Hey babe, you gave me quite the scare.” Jax pressed a kiss to her forehead and smiled at her as he climbed onto the bed next to her. “Im sorry for scaring everyone. I dont know what happened, I think all the stress and worry these last few weeks have just caught up with me. I feel better now.” She tried her best to reassure everyone, but the doctor entering the room made everyone turn. “Do you want to speak in private?” The doctor asked Delaney but she shook her head. “No everyone here is Family.” Nodding his head, the doctor started to run through her test results as everyone listened carefully. 

“So we tested you for a number of things, Miss Carter. And thankfully all the serious diagnosis have been ruled out, but i do want to check one last thing that could explain your fainting. How have you felt recently?” Delaney’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “I’ve been fine really. Just tired, but i put that down to the stress of the fundraiser. and all the organising. I’ve been waking up in the middle of the night alot feeling sick but that is normal when my anxiety flares up.” The doctor nodded his head as he wrote notes on Delaney’s chart. “It does make sense. The fainting, the tiredness. Miss Carter, Your pregnant.” 

[hlsecrets]

Real bullies in the fandom.

I saw this drama going on then I joined modding for Hogwarts Legacy. Apparently we have self-called "royality" that think they only can make mods and share them publicaly or just keep them for theirselves (gatekeeping).

I feel bad for everyone that caught their attention, with doing mods they also did before - but never shared.

I looked into the topic, one of them (everyone knows her name now) started drama with writting 20 pages with tons of screenshoots with private messages that preally proved nothing (maybe only mental problems of author). It's unreal that someone spend so much time and effort, to make such ugly bucket of slop about someone, and that they feel proud after doing it.

I'm one of creator in the HL fandom (I'll stay anonymous in this post), and this seriously is discouraging to keep sharing stuff, because we don't know the time the self-called "royality" will be interested in something we just did.

It's disturbing those people want others to feel threatened, you can't even react or you'll get hate as well.

I talked to many people before writting it, and saw the "file", that was disturbing and true harrasement, directed into one of HL creators.

Here is the story that started back in May, if you want to read:

(declaration: I got those discord dm screencaps from person A, when I asked her what happened, 2 moths ago; other screencaps were taken by me and other people)

Person A asked about getting paid commission from tiktok creator (Person B). Send her message, and waited 2-3 weeks to get the answer - people who got this mod before, didn't agree to share this mod with any others.

In the meantime person A looked into the mechanics themselves, and asked few people from modding discord, if they could help her with creating the mod- (she was asked by person B to take down the message, on modding discord), even before she got no answer (to mod request).

For me it feels like one big lie, that they put one to keep gatekeping in the fandom.

Anyway as you can see it was back in May. Then person A got no answer and looks like were still on the hunt of learning how to do this mod. As we know now it was other well known modder who helped her at the end. If I'm right she made video with it, and then more drama started.

She blocked some tiktok creator from said group, when I asked her she said that was not comfortable with them. After what happened I feel like she was right to block them. But after she blocked them there was this post shared all of her social acc's.

I don't know what is with those people and taking screenshoots of everything and everyone, freaks me out .... I looked into screenshoots she posted: and they had be taken months before (January, and post was made in May).

Aparently when she blocked the Person B, she confronted her about blocking her on discord, and after long messages, acused her of writting to her from other acc on discord, asking other people to ask her stuff ??? and harrasing her over a mod. I was long in fandom but I saw no harrasement in messages person A send on her socials. Real harrasement happened from this tik tok group and her file on google, being so obsessed about their gatekeeping. ... I have no words on that.

I had to add, when people were commenting and asking what is happening, it was person B who wrote to completly random people (who commented on posts), telling them awfull things about person A, asking them to unfollow her and send link to her file. She also shared the link on all her socials.

If that is not harrarement I dont know what is.

After months thins cooled down and recently saw Person A posted mod on nexusmods. There again bullies came to start drama again.

Idk what is with this obsession about this mod from that group... since downloads if posted file are hight (lot of us wanted to have it and use it - thats the truth) ... also funny fact is that person B never shared mod for free, for community... and for me that says a lot.

My last comment on this: I dont get why those people are doing stuff like that. We all are in fandom to enjoy the game and modders work. I don't trust any of people who were reacting in that way and causing this drama. And the best thing for all of us is to stay away from them.

Be safe fellows!

[pearlsinmyhair]

༄ breath of venus ༄

chapter three • you’re mine? / i was never yours

synopsis: a girl is born from nothing, and her whole life she’s spent trying to become everything her family and clan need her to be. what happens when she’s abducted by long dead soldiers and old ghosts?

summary: tell her a million pretty lies and venus won’t even flinch, but to be confronted with one ugly truth? it may just be the beginning of her downfall. she buried his ghost, and yet he insists upon coming back to pry. if only he could have stayed dead.

warnings: interrogation. like the previous chapter, if the movie scene triggered you, please do not read this. mentions of abortion. description of a bloody nose. venus thinks about hurting and killing ardmore. venus calls mansk ‘sunglasses’ (she doesn’t know his name yet.) venus gets muzzled. cursing in both navi and english. translations of navi curse words below. the quote for this chapter mentions a gun.

a.n. : lots of flashbacks in this chapter-they will be indicated by italics.

word count: 2.8k

glossary:

‘ohe si atxkxe’ - i do not know/i know nothing.

‘kalweyavwng’ - ‘son of a bitch’. literal translation ‘son of a poisonous spider’.

‘teylupil’ - teylu face. you may recall that teylu is a grub that the navi eat. feel free to look up what they look like to understand why venus says it.

‘Eywa, hawnu oeti’ - Eywa, protect me.

“memory taps a gun at your inner skull and demands you bring back the dead.” ~ Donte Collins, “Grief, Again.”

At the beginning of the war, Venus had asked Jake what it was like in an interrogation.

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He shifted uncomfortably. This wasn’t a conversation he’d want to have with his daughter. But as he glanced at Venus, seventeen and concerned, he relaxed.

“It’s…intimidating. They sit you down, repeat questions. They try to break down your resolve.”

She kept strong eye contact, her expression even.

Then, the dreaded question.

“What should i do if I’m interrogated?”

It made Jake wince. But they were at war. It was a very real possibility that the RDA would not be above torturing a na’vi teenager.

“You stay strong. Never let them get the information out of you. Your mental strength far exceeds what they think.”

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Venus had nodded then, content with his answer and advice.

Now, she wondered if Jake had anticipated this.

White-hot, blinding pain. Her nervous system shot through with agony. She felt like her spinal cord was being ripped out.

“Where is Jake Sully?”

“Ohe si atxkxe!”

“Where is the Na’vi stronghold?”

“Ohe si atxkxe!”

She was screaming. Or maybe that was her mind. She could no longer tell.

Lights flashed in her eyes, and she was vaguely aware that tears were running down her face.

“Kick it up a notch.”

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Quaritch winced as another scream broke from the girl.

The device was made for a human, so they had to force her on her knees and bind her hands behind it for it to work.

Even Quaritch was uneasy with this. Especially as the girl bucked and cried and kicked.

He shouldn’t feel sympathy for her. She was Sully’s little girl, a beast taught to kill as easily as breathing.

He didn’t dwell on the hypocrisy of that statement much.

He didn’t even know why he agreed to be here.

Well, that was a lie. Of course, he knew.

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“So, where the hell did she come from then?”

Quaritch was leaned against the wall of the lab, Wainfleet to his right.

Ever since they had sedated the girl his corporal had been on edge, tail lashing and threatening to hit the equipment surrounding him.

He decided to save his questions until after this briefing.

“She’s an experiment, so i’ve been told. Conducted by a few pHD students and later halted by the late Dr. Grace Augustine.”

His ears flicked at the name, a red headed woman with a scowl appearing in his mind.

“She and your corporal here raised the kid for three years, until they both died. We’re assuming that Sully adopted her.”

His head whipped to Wainfleet so fast that he felt a joint in his neck crack.

Three years. Three years of lies, of sneaking, of denying.

Of course, he remembered the jokes that his corporals had said about Wainfleet.

He’s got a woman or something, or a man. Hes been sneaking behind AMP suits to get laid.

They had all been wrong.

Lyle pointedly did not meet his gaze.

Quaritch tamed his anger, for the moment.

“That doesn’t explain where she came from, General.” he said calmly.

Ardmore smiled at him in a way that made his stomach turn.

“Well, that’s the interesting part, Colonel. She was originally human, an aborted fetus that was kept alive. They spliced her DNA up with the Na’vi’s to create the neat little concoction that you brought to me.”

He felt blood drain from his face.

Because it must be a coincidence.

Three years before the battle.

There must have been multiple unwanted pregnancies on this base.

Ardmores grin turned almost gleeful.

“I can tell you want to know, Colonel.” she said, smirking up at him.

No.

If there’s a God, then there is no way.

“Ask.”

An order.

“Do we know who the parents are?”

Ardmore turned and pulled up a file with a flourish.

Parents:

Paz Socorro - F - Mother - Pilot

Miles Quaritch - M - Father - Colonel

Son of a bitch.

“Looks like you have a little family reunion to start up.”

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Another scream tore him from his thoughts. His ears flicked back, pinned flat against his head.

Damn this body.

“Anything you think of will appear on this monitor.” called the General.

He glanced at Ardmore through the glass.

“Does the kid understand english?” he asked as Venus’s repeated na’vi responses flooded through the speakers.

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“Venus is her name.” Lyle had said, pulling him out of his silence as they walked to the interrogation bay.

“…beg your pardon?”

“Her name. Your daughter. The prisoner. Her name is Venus.” Lyle said once more, looking straight forward.

“…you named my kid after the goddamn goddess of love?” he had asked, disbelief in his voice.

Lyle smirked, finally meeting his eyes.

“Augustine named her. I went along with it.” a pause. “And for the record, I didn’t know she was yours.”

Ah, truth.

“Three years, Lyle. You had a na’vi kid for three years and didn’t tell me.”

“Miles, you would have put her in front of a firing squad.”

Quaritch winced. He wanted to believe that Wainfleet was wrong. But what would he have done? If a blue alien child that went up to his waist ran through Hellsgate?

He didn’t dwell on that thought.

“Keep another secret like that again and i’ll put you in front of a firing squad.”

Lyle grinned.

“Yes, sir.”

They walked for five seconds in silence before-

“Since when do you know the name of the goddess of love?”

“Shut your pie hole.”

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“Yes, she recognizes English.” the science-puke said. He pointed at the illuminated diagram of the brain. “See how her Wernike’s area lights up? She’s processing, she’s just choosing not to answer back in english.”

Quaritch studied the hologram, watching as various memories popped up.

Two hands hold a newborn baby, wiping blood and grim from it as Venus hands it to an exhausted mother.

Venus uses a carving knife to chip away vine like patterns on a bow.

A child is twirled in the air, giggling.

Venus holds a white flower like creature, then lets it float down onto a dead na’vi curled in tree roots.

Venus faces a boy in a glowing pool of water, and he gives her a look that is unmistakable.

Quaritch looks away.

“Amp up the level!” calls Ardmore, and the scientist hesitantly puts the amount of electricity up to the highest setting.

Venus’s back arches, and for a moment Quaritch thinks she’s gonna break her spine.

“Maybe we should link you with one of our recombinants. Then you won’t be able to hide anything.” calls Ardmore, contemplating it.

Venus screams bloody murder at the same time as the doctor to Quaritch’s left yells “That is not advised!” through the overhead intercom.

He thinks he might be sick.

The monitor that keeps track of Venus’s heart rate goes haywire, and Quaritch looks over at it to notice the ‘WARNING’ messages on it.

“She’s seizing!” calls the doctor, but Ardmore doesn’t let up.

He watched as Venus’s eyes roll back, a drop of blood coming from her nose.

That’s it.

He nods to Lyle as he exits the little room.

He does the only thing to settle his gut and his conscious.

He pressed the button to stop the machine.

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Venus’s eyes flutter open as the sensation ceases, greeted with the face of Lyle Wainfleet.

He presses a cloth to her nose, wiping away the blood. She watches his expression carefully, noticing how he refuses to meet her eyes.

“…they kept you bald?” she asks weakly.

He glances up at that, clearly surprised at her question.

“It’s a personal choice.”

She grinned. “Whatever helps you sleep at night.”

She watches his mouth twitch. While he keeps his smile contained, the edges of his eyes crinkle.

So different. Yet so similar.

Her ears pick up Quaritch saying something to Ardmore. Something about a ‘personal approach’.

So, he knew?

She looked at Wainfleet pointedly. He tipped his head.

Kalweyavwng.

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She sat in the corner of the cell, fingers detangling the knots of her hair. She had chosen to wear it down while she fetched plants, enjoying it flowed in the wind.

Now, as she broke the mud caking the strands, she regretted it.

She pulled her kuru over her shoulder, separating the remaining hair into three sections to braid. When she was finished, she picked her song cord up from her lap and braided it into the length of hair she had left free. It dangled in front of her ear like jewelry, clinking softly.

She had nearly cried in relief when she had woken, and it was still there. She had lost her bow and her knife, but at least she had her song cord.

She had lost other things too.

She finished tying just as the door to the cell hissed open and a blue demon walked in.

She waited for his eyes to find her, and she watched how his ears pricked forward in curiosity before they flicked back into a more relaxed position.

Not so stoic now are we, Colonel?

She rose slowly, keeping her back to the wall. Quaritch didn’t move until the door was closed and locked behind him.

She scanned his body, noting the gun at his thigh and the knife at his back. When her eyes flicked back up to his, he was already watching her with a raised eyebrow.

He took a step around the table.

She mirrored his action, keeping the table between them.

He scoffed. “C’mon now kid. Let’s not play games.”

She didn’t respond, instead opting for glaring at him. When he took another step, she repeated her action. He shrugged his shoulders, leaning against the wall.

“Kid, you got heart.”

Oh, please.

“The science pukes leaned on you pretty hard, but you gave them nothing. I respect that.”

You don’t respect shit, teylupil.

He leaned his head back, regarding her with an expression that she couldn’t quite read.

Thats the expression of a man that just learned he’s a father.

He reached back to his pocket, pulling out a silver chain with two flashing tags.

Oh, don’t do this to yourself, Quaritch.

“I thought you might want this.”

Don’t.

He held them out, dangling the necklace from his pointer finger.

“That’s Colonel Miles Quaritch. Deceased. Killed in action.”

When she makes no move to take them, he tossed them in an arch. It’s easy to catch really, nothing but a rainbow over the table.

Venus takes a whole step to the left to avoid the tags, and the metal lands on the floor with a soft clunk.

She does not look at Quaritch. She will not look at him.

When she hears the squeak of his footsteps, she doesn’t move.

Stay strong.

She continued to look down, watching as his boots come into view. He reached down and picks up the tags before sitting down against the table.

He twirls the necklace in his hand. “I’m not that man.”

Sure you’re not. Whatever keeps the nightmares at bay.

“But I do have his memories. Enough to know that he had no idea that you even existed.” he says in a tone of…regret?

Do not do this to me.

A pause as he waited for her to fill the silence. Instead, she studied the scuff marks on the ground, wondering how many had been dragged through this very cell.

“Are you going to say anything? The doc said that you recognized english.”

She looked up then, face to face with the man who had sired her.

“Pig.” she spat. Quaritch’s ears flicked back, his eyes widening slightly.

“That’s all you got?” he asked, smirking.

“Don’t bait me. I’ve had years to develop insults just for you.”

That sobered him. It was out of her mouth before she even thought about it.

I’ve had years.

He cleared his throat, turning his focus back to his monologue.

“I’m not your father technically. You and I? We’re nothing to each other. But…I can help you.”

Her father whispering in her ear: you are stronger than they think. You will not break.

“I can get you out of here.”

She worked her jaw, holding eye contact with him.

“I’m not going to ask you to betray Jake Sully, I know you won’t do that. You’re loyal, and I admire loyalty.”

“You really expect me to believe you? I’m not a kid. I will not be so easily manipulated.” Her words tinged with a Na’vi lilt. English had always been blocky in her mouth. She much preferred Spanish.

His eyes sharpened then. It was a special kind of punishment to have a teenage daughter, especially when you didn’t even raise her.

He would call it a sick divine joke. Venus would call it karma.

“Just ride along. Otherwise…”

His gaze lingered at her wrists where the skin was bruised and chaffed from pulling against her restraints.

“I’m gonna have to leave you with the labcoats.”

Her tail lashed as she glared up into his eyes. She knows that he senses her decision, but he was going to make her say it.

Asshole.

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Venus is once again back in her corner when Ardmore walks in with two recombinant soldiers and a man in a white coat.

Ardmore gives her a rueful smirk. “The Colonel tells me that you’ll be going with them on their next mission. As a precaution, you will be injected with a tracker.”

She nods to the two soldiers, and they take a step forward.

Venus recognized Lopez, the man who grabbed her. The other is the one who first cuffed her. They step closer, and Venus offers them her arms. Lopez’s eyes widen a fraction at her compliance. Sunglasses, of course, doesn’t do anything. They loop an arm under her armpit and hold her wrist down, restraining her.

“On her knees, boys. Doctor Alza needs to reach.”

It’s funny, Venus thinks, to see all the things Ardmore does to dismiss her fear. Because she’s scared of these enhanced soldiers. Venus can practically smell it.

They could crack her against the wall. If Venus got the chance, she would throw the woman into the table, then promptly feed her to her ikran.

Ardmore nods at the doctor before turning her attention to a gun metal blob in her hands.

The doctor walks forward with some kind of injection gun. He tries to avoid eye contact with her, but eventually he looks up. His eyes widen.

Her father had always told her that she had a strong look, that sometimes she stared so hard it was disturbing.

Venus did not care if she disturbed this doctor.

Dr. Alza swallowed. She blinked at him and slightly lowered her chin.

Go on.

He pressed the gun to her inner bicep and pulled the trigger. She winced at the feeling, gritting her teeth. She tightened against Sunglasses.

Eywa, I need to know his name. This is getting weird.

To her surprise, she felt a near imperceptible touch against the back of her arm. Then, a flick against her tail.

He was stroking her arm with his thumb, barely a brush really, and his tail had found hers.

The touch was intentional, of course. It took real thought to make that happen. But the tail? She highly doubted he understood what he was doing.

What the hell are you doing?

She glanced at the soldier, finding nothing but black reflective lenses and a blank expression.

Maybe concealing your eyes has its perks.

When the doctor was satisfied that the tracker was deep enough and working, he stepped back.

Ardmore glanced up from a contraption that she had been fiddling with. It looked too large in her hands, the black metal and synthetic fibers seemed uncomfortable to hold.

“Tighten your grip, I don’t want her to squirm.” she said as she snapped it open.

Her stomach dropped.

A muzzle.

She flinched back against the soldiers as she approached, swinging the mask idly back and forth. They tightened their grip, but their bodies had gone rigid.

They didn’t know. They didn’t know this would happen.

She felt a tap at her shoulder. Lopez looked down at her, holding his hand near the back of her neck.

I’m sorry.

She allowed him to tilt her head down, keeping it in place while Ardmore lifted the metal contraption.

“Another precaution. We can’t have you biting one of my million dollar soldiers, now can we, little dog?” said the she-devil before her.

Venus took one last breath. Ardmore shifted the muzzle over her face and clicked it closed.

Eywa, hawnu oeti.

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the big reveal that you probably all figured out: venus is quaritch’s daughter.

taglist:

@lisedanie @avatar4eva

[starnightlover]

https://www.tumblr.com/starbursts777/716416229564350464/i-just-raed-a-post-of-yours-ir-was-an-ask-from?source=share

Hii star its me. I need your help agaain. Sorry I keep dumping this here but things were slightly better after my last ask. I am working on my sc but seems to not really get any changes. I am fine when I affirm and am by myself but as soon as I face someone in 3d same old thoughts come running back about insecurity, ugliness , and wgat not. I feel shameful and really bad to admit it but I am so irritated and agitated of my family members. I love them but I am so pissed off at them. At my mom coz she has always said mean stuff to me that have broken my confidence always comparing me to my sister or saying I cant do anything. Although I know she doesnt actually mean to hurt me but I feel terrible and when I tell her she has a bunch of more things to say which make me feel guilty for expressing myself in the first place. I have guests coming up since the last few days. And all of them a so well along with my sister like they are so fond of her, and she looks so much more prettier than I do. My heart is filling with hatered , irritation and jealousy for my family members because I dont feel good enough. And even the most little inconvenience makes me burst out and be rude to them. And as soon as I do that I feel unworthy of having my desires or being good enough I feel unworthy of being loved and pretty. I dont want to feel this way. I don't want to hate or be jealous of anyone. I just want my peace and happiness. Today again I burst out shouting and felt so terrible for doing it as if all my sc progress I made was ruined or something. I always promise myself I will not burst out and then I do. I feel like a horrible person for being so rude to them even in my head. I just want to feel secure but saying so feels such a lie for someone who has never felt secure. When I was in standard 6th there was a girl in my class who was literally the prettiest and popular and academically good and talented. I was all of these things too but not as much as her. She would always win awards and stuff always be the star of every class and I experienced for the next 3 years as I was in the same class as her. I would try my best and even do great , I was also praised and stuff but I still felt bad because I was overshadowed. This whole incident was the first time I felt jealous of anyone ever and that feeling sucked. And now the same this is happening all over agian.

I really feel like its fine I am not the prettiest or the best or the most popular all I want to have is feel secure in myself and know I am good enough and not compare myself to anyone else no matter what and not give a fuck about peoples opinion. But I still want to be loved and respected. I hate this little competition and comparison I have created in my head.

I

Hey lovely! YOU ARE ALLOWED TO FEEL ANGRY! YOU ARE ALLOWED GO BE PISSED OFF! YOU ARE ALLOWED TO FEEL HATRED AND ALL OTHER EMOTIONS! Emotions don’t manifest so feel all of those emotions! Just don't identify with the 3d! That means to not accept it as fact! Yes live in it and interact like usual but do not accept your 3d as fact! What matters is your imagination, after all your imagination is the one and only true reality! Whenever you feel flustered and react to the 3d go within and imagine your desires and desired scenarios! Remember you are not a victim to your 3d, you are God! You will always win, no matter what you got this and everything will change! It must conform to your imagination!

[froshele]

hell yea brother (gender neutral)

listen im getting formally married real soon (together nearly a decade) and I've already seen some shit. I know what the fault lines of this thing are, i know all the little ways in which we both suck, and I know how to navigate them

sure it's not realistic to say its all sunshine and roses (we are conclusively out of the honeymoon phase and have done our time actually labouring together to the benefit of the commons; she has the entire tumblr gauntlet of conventionally diagnosed mental illnesses at once (and i am not going to lie on tumblr dot com about what it means to combine bipolar, bpd, ocd, asperger's, a somewhat tenuous relationship to the visions that falls short of schizophrenia, and adhd)

but its not meant to be, no human relationship is! you need a network your spouse is just one part of

i love my wife and even when i dont love the life we have now i know that we got each other and we can weather anything, even the racist and antisemitic antics of our current landlord

sometimes one or both of us is miserable or has some fucked up shit going on (her geometry visions and fear of middle aged women, my cycles of psychosomatic inability to do anything and weird tormentous brainworms) and that too is the human condition

its the human condition that we have different cleaning standards and chores we hate! sometimes the house is a hovel due to we are both human syndrome and this too is the human condition

but you know what, i get to watch her eyes light up every time I cook something nice (most nights)! I get to show her how to do the things she can't do! she gets to optimize things for her mandatory enrichment (computer science major) and i get to teach her about social skills and motivations (anthropology guy) and reassure her about various medical anxieties (becoming a physician so we can give our cat and ferret and future kids a good life)! i have never felt like anything i liked was cringe or bad or ugly and even my craziest most insane boundaries are respected!

she likes my hyperhidrosis!!!!

she gets to come home to hot bath and i get to be brought delicious outside food (mate feeding) (tremendously enriching)! she gets to talk to me about work and i get to tell her about work! whenever one of us starts failing the other picks up the slack! And oh my gd there's someone to hold when the nightmares and the visions come around again. and we can not always help the nightmares or the visions or their consequences (one time she took the car and ran away from home and I just sat there with my hands in my lap like well i cant call the usamurican police on my very brown wife, and she has the car, what did she want me to do here? daven i guess?) but we call on our support system to help us and hell i mean like. is this not what contentment is like? when you wake up and go to sleep safe and comfortable, and someone is always there to sit in the empty chair designated for them in your soul? and every morning coffee, and every evening tea?

this is pretty great actually i like it lots. no sign of the way marriage is Meant to Suck yet!

[rwqv]

yes vro u get it ...... i hate it when people just say that megumis whole thing is just being the "potential man" cus thats his whole character arc ..... vro ...

why were u thinking while driving ummm officer write her a ticket ... no but ur rigjht except for the fact that naoya was not an ignorant teenager but an ignorant 27 year old LOLL but i get what u mean. all of the toji parallels with maki are effing sick like ugh as the number one toji glazer for life i loved it so bad

cursed naoya was literally so ugly like i lost all my feelings for naoya when i saw cursed naoya LMFAOOOOO but i lowkey like predicted that he would somehow come back ... cus i was like no way they'll show this character that wanted to kill off all the mcs and who was such a big antag just for him to die so easily .. and then boom he came back

vro yusukugojo would be actually insane and lowkey too goated ..

dude i remember watching the scene where toji shoots riko with my brother and i like had to pause and take a walk because wtf .... why did i actually believe theyd get a happy ending like girl there r still so many episodes left ur in for it ...

i disliked toji at first but after realizing that his character was so much more than a broke ahh assassin i learned to love him so bad .. i like to say that i appreciate his writing and his sexiness a healthy (unhealthy) amount ...

GROWLSLLSSSSS TOJI GIRL DAD OMG ..... ive been wanting to talk about toji and write for him SO FUCKING BADDDDDD but flore hates him so ... ill just go die now i guess ...... but TOJI GIRL DAD IM GOPING VERALLLLLL ..... he would totally let his daughter put makeup on him and he would totally wear the smallest princess costumes that dont fit his huge ahh ... and growllslss he would totally take that shit so seriously . "he" as in the man i made up in my head in place of toji fushiguro whos the love of my life and father of my kids ,,,

something abouit toji has been making me go crazy lately like .... i might cheat on gojo for him LOLLLL joke lang joke lang

everytuime i think of toji i go fucking feral like its not even a joke anymore ... if i had the will to wriute i woild write and write and write until i turned into the apple logo like him

higuruma ... hehe ... the man U are higuruma ..... goodness the bathtub scene made me go in sane in the mem brane liek ..,.. hooweee .... what doja cat said

naoya is 27 and still acting like this bro 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 grow up bro you are NOT sat or u gojo 😭 i wish he died the first time but noooo come back and then noooo come back ahain as a cursed spirit just LET IT BE no one likes you (except for people in japan i guess. number 5 is too high)

i swear if jjk shippuden doesnt happen where they are all happy and fun i will cry and yknow what else id kinda like to see is what sukuna said in yujis head… i think thatd be funny

OR special afterlife episode

toji is such a tragic character tbh… at least he found enlightenment hope hes with mamaguro he loved her so much id die

I LOVE TOJI GIRL DAD i love toji in general. hed be such a good father (lie) and care about his kids (lie) hed buy her everything she wants because she made a pouty face and he cant resist it and would carry her on his shoulders bc she wanted uppies and go shopping at the mall and ride the carousel with her on the unicorns even though he barely fits… hed pretend to be hurt if his daughter hit him playfully in a “fight” and say “wow ur rlly strong” and shed giggle and laugh and itd be one of his favorite sounds and shed hold his finger with her whole hand and laugh and he’d realize “ill never get to experience this again”

if one time shed ever ask what hes going out to do and what his job is and he’d just say “im out to fight bad guys” and shed think hes a superhero and tell all her friends at school that and hed be a superhero in her mind forever

sorry … id talk about toji anyday everyday hes sassy

OH MY GOD THE BATHTUB SCENE it is all over the SCREEEN

i tihink jjk has fan service for the male characters not the female characters like i see gege is trying a bit with that killer body mei mei has but gege just draws buff men too good