#ex moves and shit on purpose? we’ve had this game for like 10 years and only yesterday figured out how to GRAB and THROW people. seriously

[peapod20001]

I can be cool, but only on accident

[xellshun]

Feeding The Beast

I stand firm when supporting one of my favorite quotes: Evil is never born, it is created. All things were once good in the beginning, even Satan.

With the developement of my disorder and my descent into becoming a sociopath came many dark traits that I’ve used countless times to calm my urges and impulses. Most of them are fairly common among those with ASPD. But one quality has always stood above all the others.

My desire to victimize as many women as possible.

This post will focus on this trait rather than HOW it came to be but I will share a little bit of my past just to give you a general idea of it’s origins.

Over the course of the last 7 years I went through 3 very traumatic relationships. But before I did, I was a very kind hearted, ambitious, compassionate person with a huge dream of some day finding the love of my life, building a family, and living out the same fairy tale ending that my parents and their parents had before them. I had this perfect image of how my love life would work out and I based it off of what I watched my family build as I grew up. I grew up with a very close, caring, and loving family. So going into adulthood that’s just how I thought things were supposed to be.

I didn’t realize how fucking wrong I truly was and I was no where near prepared for the 7 year long nightmare I was about to go through...

The first of the three stages was when I lost my first true love - the mother of my beloved son. Not only did I loose her along with all my hopes and dreams of having that fairy tale ending. But I lost her while she was still pregnant with my son... So along with the initial pain, my first experience of pregnancy and my introduction to being a father were stripped from me and left me in a state of mind that pushed me into making my FIRST step down the dark I would eventually get lost in. She was what I would eventually call “The First Heartache”

The second stage happened with my next serious girlfriend. She would not only be my second love but would also end up being the girl who would eventually become extremely abusive. Physically, emotionally, mentally - she tortured me. She ultimately become what I called “The Abuser”

At this point, my disorder was born and rapidly growing. Coupled with emotional distress and a newly developed addiction to drugs and alcohol, my next relationship would only escalate the problems. She was a drinker, a drug user, and eventually a cheater. Her betrayal lead me down a path filled with an unending urge to stay intoxicated to cure the pain. And even though I should have left both her and the last girl, I didn’t. I was constantly trying to fill the void in my heart left by the first girl. But this third girl was no better than the last. She eventually became what I called “The Drunk Cheater”

By this point, my son was 5 years old. My relationship with him and my family was greatly damaged. I had come off my ADHD medication, struggled to stay employed, struggled with money, wrecked and totaled my vehicle, got into trouble with the law, did time in jail, struggled on and off with addiction to both drugs and alcohol, lost many of my friends... And above all else...

I lost myself...

And I forgot the feeling of remorse... Of empathy... And love...

The person I became and am now is the total opposite of who and what I was 7 years ago. Me then and me now wouldn’t even recognize each other if they met...

And thus, the sociopath was born... And within the dark pit of inhumane emotions, impulses, and urges.. The strongest one was my unending thirst for revenge...

And with that, the player mentality became supreme. And with it every aspect of my life would shift, change, and become centered around an unending cycle of chasing women. It started out as me just having fun and enjoying the single life and eventually evolved to what I do now.

So what do I do? For starters, I supress the monster underneath, I go out and I hunt women. I will often create several dating profiles, all of which with the same pictures, the same information about myself, and it has quickly turned into a game of seeing how many women I can sleep with in the shortest amount of time.

People would probably tell me “You sound like every other typical asshole player.” And it’s partially true, but in my mind I am a hunter. But I don’t hunt with the goal to kill (or hurt these women). I hunt with the goal of capturing and retaining them. I go out with my sociopathic mask, looking friendly, nice, and emotional. I play the part of a good honest man who just wants to settle down. For each individual girl I would learn her, everything about her, I would research her and read her like a book. I would figure out exactly what she wants and needs in a partner and I’d become that to the best of my ability. Once they are lured in I deceieve and manipulate every situation. Slowly and pateintly I shift the mood and create a large amount of sexual tension. I never come off as the creep, I never make them uncomfortable, and I always wait for THEM to make the first move. Why? Because it makes me feel powerful. And when we finally reach the point of having sex the sexual side of my sociopathic tendencies comes out. You see, I don’t care about finishing. It’s not what I look forward to and I don’t need to finish to be happy. The only thing that matters is HER pleasure. In those moments of intercourse I do everything in my physical ability to fuck them in every way they fantasize about. The porn star comes out and my one and only goal is to fuck them to the point where they are physically sore and trembling from orgasms. I want them to have issues walking the next day, I want to rearange their insides, and turn their intestines into soup. It almost never fails and this newly found dark skill has increased my body count from a pathetic 5 (my son’s mom) to a body count of 52 as of this last weekend.

But do I stop there and leave them in the dust? Hell no! I keep them around, I drag them around, and am constantly looking for new targets daily. I keep them around for many reasons - sex, money, drugs, alcohol, transportation, parties, new friends... And some times I’ll keep them around and create friendships with them so I always have someone to talk to or hang out with.

This way I am never bored and can always feed whatever hunger comes into my darkened heart...

I have done so many messed up things. Slept with more than one girl in a single day, slept with a new girl every day of the week, fucked a girl and then fucked her best friend. I’ve made women cheat on their boyfriends and then turned around and hung out with their boyfriends. I’ve made wives cheat on their poor unknowing husbands. Some would find out and their wives would leave them for me. Others would simply ask me to never mention it. Do I respect their wishes? Of course! Like I said. I never purposely treat any of these women poorly. I do this so that I can retain my image as a good and normal man. But more often than not, it’s the sex that makes them come back. I can’t tell you how many girls I’ve dicked down. I’ve been with all kinds of girls. Blondes, redheads, burnettes, thick girls, thin girls, small boobs, huge boobs, some who could be porn stars, some who were covered in tattoos and peircings, some were cam girls, some were strippers, some were partiers, drinkers, some were moms, some were church girls, some were younger, some were older... I think the only type of girl I have yet to be with is an Asian... Gunna have to change that...

I’ve been all over the place too. I can’t go to ANY surrounding town from where I live without knowing a girl I’ve fucked there. It’s hard enough when I’m out running errands too, can’t go fucking anywhere without the chance of seeing one of my victims.

All in all, it’s the thrill of the chase, it’s the thrill of knowing what lurks beneath the mask while they remain clueless, it’s the feeling of being so cold and heartless yet have the ability to bring them so many emotions I can’t feel, it’s about giving them the best sex of their lives, it’s about the satisfaction of leashing them along like pets, it’s about POWER and CONTROL. The two fucking things I had so little of when this all started during those 3 toxic and traumatizing relationships.

And in the deepest, darkest corners of my sick mind... In these many moments of deception and manipulation... I trick myself into believing that these poor girls I victimize are my exes.. In an attempt to feel some type or form of revenge to dowse the neverending burning fires of PURE HATRED that have turned my entire world into a place of devastation that is now just as dark as my heart...

For me, women as a whole, are my newly developed drug addiction. When I see them, I don’t see people, I see prey that I can use for whatever benefit I see fit. And if those benefits run out I simply take them to the slaughter house and use them one last time. Rejection doesn’t faze me either. If a single sheep manages to escape my fenced in prison it doesn’t bother me, the herde always consists of between 10-20 women at all times. It’s as easy as a simple hunting trip, which I honestly enjoy. After all, it’s always good to get out every once in a while.

This is what my life has turned into. A never ending sickening cycle of trying to fill in the void within my heart that they left behind those years ago. But in the end that ONE thing that can fill this whole is the one thing I avoid the most - Love...

Yes, my therapist knows about all of this. It’s great because my therapist is a female so it’s nice to be able to share my stories and brag to a girl who’s job is to help me. She probably thinks I’m a fucking piece of shit and I don’t blame her. But she’s a professional and has to help people like me.

We’ve discussed goals throughout therapy on ways for me to relearn the feelings of empathy, remorse, love, and so on... It’s one of many goals and this is the one I have the most trouble with... Part of me wants to change and go back to being normal. But the other part of me wants to keep doing what I do best because it’s just so much damn fun.

So will this part of me ever change? I think so. I hope so. The only other times I went from being a total man whore to a faithful loving man was every time a girl would come into my life who was strong enough to snap me out of dark ways... So far it’s only happened twice. My body count is at 52 and going up more quickly than ever. I’ve spoken to thousands of women, met hundreds, recieved thousands of numbers, thousands of X rated pictures and videos of these women, I’ve had sex thousands of times, and it’s getting to the point where these women just seem to blur together...

There’s little hope of finding a girl strong enough to pull me from the darkness this time. And honestly, I’m okay with it. I am at a point where the darkness is comforting and feels like home...

So this time around.. Not only does she need to be strong enough to pull me out... She needs to be brave enough to venture into a world of total darkness...

[aquaminwrites]

Skin Deep: 06

Pairing: Yoongi x Tattoo Artist!Reader (M/F) Genre: Friends to lovers, slow burn. Eventual smut. Rating: 18+ Warnings: Language, mentions of infidelity Word Count: 4.8K

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A/N: The angst train has pulled into the station! Exes revealed! I actually really enjoyed writing this one. Please let me know what you think! I love chatting with you guys. :)

“Why are you even awake right now?”

Yoongi moves the phone away from his ear to check the time. It’s almost noon, but Junghyun’s voice on the other end sounds thick with sleep, croaky and dry. “Dude. The day is already half gone. Why aren’t you awake right now?”

“Mind your business, Min,” Junghyun grumbles, and Yoongi hears sheets being rustled as, presumably, the older Jeon stumbles out of bed. “You’re the one who’s basically an indoor cat, napping the entire day away. Anyway, to what do I owe this call?” After a pause, he adds in a conspiratorially low whisper, “You never call.”

“Uh,” Yoongi falters for a second, leaning back in his office chair. He’s in his studio, working on his mixtape, desperately trying not to focus too much on the kiss you gave him yesterday. Clearly to no avail, hence why he’s on the phone with Junghyun. “I just wanted to ask you some stuff about Y/N.”

“Uh oh,” Junghyun snickers. “Jungkook told me this was bound to happen. And so the lion fell in love with the lamb.”

Yoongi blinks a few times, hard. “Did you just fucking quote Twilight at me?”

“Hey, you’re the one who recognized it. Anyway, what are your intentions with my best friend? You gonna try to bone her and leave or something? Because if so, I will end your life. You think I’m exaggerating, but I’m not. I’ll do it. I’m a maniac.”

“Hyung, do you ever shut up?” Yoongi grumbles, immediately regretting the call. “I just wanted to ask you why it is she doesn’t date. She’s been hinting at the reason why when we talk, but she’s never actually given me a solid explanation.”

Junghyun is quiet for a second, definitely uncharacteristic for Yoongi’s older friend. After a brief pause, he says, “She hasn’t told you about her ex yet?”

Yoongi scratches the back of his head. “Well…no. She said she would eventually, but—”

“If she says she’ll tell you, she will,” Junghyun interrupts. “She’s a really private person, Yoongi. Her ex was a piece of shit. Not physically abusive, but definitely emotionally so. They were together for a really long time, and when they broke up, it devastated her. She’s only just gotten back on her feet. It’s really not my story to tell though…if you want to know about him and their history, you’ll have to hear it from her.”

Yoongi sighs, but he knows deep down that Junghyun is right.

“You just sighed because you know I’m right, huh?”

“Shut the fuck up, hyung.”

—

It’s a gloomy day, overcast and drizzling, which is unusual for mid-August. Yoongi decides to brave the outdoors anyway, having already promised that he would hang out with you at your studio today. He stops by one of your favourite cafés to pick up some soup, figuring you probably hadn’t eaten yet and that he would surprise you with a late lunch.

As he scales the stairs leading up to your door, he can hear you talking rather loudly, sounding irate. Another voice filters through as well, a male one, and Yoongi immediately starts to prickle with caution and worry. He takes the stairs two at a time until his hand is on the doorknob.

He stops for a moment, straining to listen to the words being exchanged before he bursts in.

“Is there someone else?”

“What are you talking about? Why the fuck do you care? You lost the right to know anything about my life. You can’t be here, please leave.”

“You know, we used to be best friends. How can you throw that away so easily? C’mon, babe, I really miss you, let me treat you to a cup of coffee at least so that we can talk—”

“You were the one who threw our relationship away, not me. For the last time, I’m not interested. Please just go.”

Yoongi decides that it’s as good a time as ever to make his presence known. He swings the door open, the bell atop the door chiming brightly as two pairs of eyes land on him. One pair, yours, are wide with surprise but then settle into what can only be described as relief as you exhale a tiny breath.

The other pair belong to a man, tall and lean, with dark silver hair pushed back from his forehead. He’s covered in tattoos, a traditional black and grey dragon coiling down one arm, and two foo dogs on the other. His eyes are sharp and his gaze is focused on Yoongi. He’s standing close to you. Too close, judging by the expression on your face.

The man’s full lips purse as he sizes Yoongi up. He lets out a derisive snort and turns back to you. “So there is someone else, then?”

Your arms are folded over your chest, shoulders curling inward as you look away from him. “You don’t have the right to ask me that. Get out.”

The man hums for a moment, looking back at Yoongi with a critical eye. “Fine,” he relents. “But just think about my offer, okay? At least so that we can catch up. My number is the same, if you still have it.”

You open your mouth again to tell him to fuck off and leave me alone, when he leans down and presses a gentle kiss to the apple of your cheek. He then takes his leave, purposely brushing past Yoongi roughly by bumping his shoulder, causing him to nearly drop the takeout container of soup in his grasp.

Yoongi glares at the man as he stomps down the stairs before turning back to you, looking distressed as you furiously wipe at your cheek with the back of your hand.

“Hey, hey,” Yoongi coos quietly as you won’t stop rubbing at your face. He sets the soup down on the front desk and comes over to where you’re standing, noticing immediately that your eyes have welled up with tears. His hands rest gently on your shoulders as he tries to get you to look at him. “Are you okay? Who was that?”

You choke out a laugh, wiping at your eyes so as not to ruin your eyeliner. “That was my ex, Namjoon.”

Yoongi’s eyes widen. “That was your ex?”

You scoff slightly, shaking your head. “Don’t play dumb, Yoongi. I know you heard at least part of that argument when you were waiting outside the door.”

He gulps, nervously tugging on his ear. “You…knew I was out there?”

“Yeah,” you sigh, body slumping with exhaustion. “I heard you coming up the stairs.”

“Oh, yeah,” Yoongi silently curses himself. “Uh, well…do you…want to talk about it?”

You glance up at him, his eyes full of concern. “I guess. Come, let’s sit.”

You lead Yoongi over to the bench where the clients are meant to wait, and Yoongi immediately perks up. “Wait, you don’t have a client waiting for you, do you?”

“No,” you shake your head. “I was supposed to catch up on emails today. I don’t have anyone scheduled to come in.” The two of you sit, probably a little too close, but you don’t move away, so Yoongi doesn’t either. You’re quiet, wringing your wrists and playing with your left ring finger slightly.

“You don’t have to tell me if—”

“No,” you interrupt, looking up at him and taking in a deep breath. “I want to.”

Yoongi nods. “Okay.”

You exhale shakily, replaying the painful memory in your mind.

ONE YEAR AGO…

You’re sitting at your kitchen table, a tall glass of red wine in hand. It’s late, the moon already high in the sky as you stare at the dark liquid, hoping you can drown your sorrows in it. Your eyes are swollen from all the crying, a suitcase packed by the door. The house is dark, except for the light shining from above. You check the clock on your phone again for the hundredth time, waiting for him to come home.

Finally, the front door opens and Namjoon walks through the threshold.

“Babe? How come it’s so dark in here? What are you—”

Namjoon pauses mid-sentence as he registers the sight before him. Your luggage resting by the door, you downing half of your glass of wine in one gulp.

Namjoon approaches you cautiously, one hand on the back of his usual chair at your dining table. “Y/N, what’s going on?”

“I can’t do this anymore, Joon,” you say feebly, wrenching the diamond engagement ring off your left ring finger. You take one last look at it, the beautiful piece of jewelry that the two of you had designed together, and slide it across the table in his direction. “I’m done.”

Namjoon deflates almost entirely, pulling out his chair so that he can take a seat. He picks up the ring and holds it between his fingers, his brows furrowed in confusion.

“I thought…I thought we got past everything. I thought you said you forgave me, that it was all going to be okay.”

You bury your face in your hands, tears falling freely. “Joonie, please don’t make this harder than it needs to be.”

“No, fuck that, you’re giving up? Just like that? Do I mean nothing to you at all?”

Your hands fall from your face, and suddenly, you’re furious. Your brows furrow in disgust as you regard the man that you used to call your fiancé, the one you thought was the love of your life.

“How dare you tell me that I’m giving up,” you say shakily as you ball your hands into fists in your lap. “I’m not the one who cheated on you with your best friend for months, Namjoon. Do you know how fucking stupid I felt when I realized how long the two of you were going around behind my back? For fuck’s sake, the three of us opened a studio together. We were business partners. She—” You pause, trying to collect your thoughts as your eyes dart around the room, looking everywhere but him. “You two were my best friends.”

Namjoon lets out a scoff. “As if you’ve never fucked Junghyun.”

Your eyes narrow at him in disgust. “I have never touched Junghyun in all the years we’ve been friends and you know that.”

“Do I?” Namjoon presses. “You’ve got your fucking bags packed by the door, ready to leave. How long have you been planning this, huh? What else are you hiding from me? What’s your end game? Where are you going to go? We bought a fucking house together, you’re going to just let all that money go to waste?”

“If you think I’m going to stay with you because of a mortgage, you’re insane,” you hiss. “You don’t get to try and turn this around on me. You know for a fact that I tried to go back to the way things were after I found out about you and Jisoo, but how am I supposed to be with you if I can’t trust you?”

Tears start falling freely from your eyes again, and you take a moment to hastily wipe them away with the ends of your sleeves before reaching over to down the rest of your wine.

“The lease for the studio is under my name, and I’ve contacted the landlord to let him know that I will be the sole renter of the space. You and Jisoo can find somewhere else to work, but it won’t be with me. I’ve already informed her of this, and she got her stuff out this afternoon.”

Namjoon is quiet, contemplative. He lets out a heavy sigh, slumping back in his seat. “I love you, you know that?”

He sounds earnest, you have to give him that. You bite at your lower lip to stop it from trembling. “If you loved me, then I should have been enough for you.”

“You’ve always been enough, baby,” Namjoon insists, holding out his free hand to you. “I made a mistake. A stupid, fucked up mistake. I was selfish, I get that. But we can work past it, yeah?We can do couple’s therapy, whatever you want. I love you more than anything. You don’t have to do this.” You stare at his open palm, wanting so badly, so desperately, to reach out and touch him. But you know that if you do, you’ll spiral, you’ll forgive him again like you did the last time, and you know that you can’t. You keep your hands in your lap, and shake your head.

“I love you too,” you confess, though the words feel wrong leaving your mouth. Namjoon looks at you, his eyes glimmering with the tiniest bit of hope. You swallow, hard. “But I don’t trust you. And I can’t be with you anymore.”

You rise from your seat, the legs of the chair scraping against the hardwood floor as you push off. You head to the door and slip on your shoes, collecting your bags as Namjoon watches helplessly from the table.

“Where are you going to go?” He asks softly. The despondent look in his eyes makes you believe that he’s finally accepted the fact that you’re leaving.

“Don’t worry about me,” you respond, one foot already out the door. “I’ll be alright.”

You take one last look at the man you thought you loved, the one that hurt you so deeply. Part of you still wishes that you never found out, so that you could live out your days in married bliss like you had planned when the two of you first met. But you know there’s no going back now. You can only push yourself forward, moving in a direction where he can’t follow.

“Goodbye, Namjoon.”

And then you’re gone.

—

PRESENT DAY

Yoongi stares at you, mouth agape, as you recall the entire story. You’d caught your fiancé, Namjoon, cheating on you with Jisoo, your best friend at the time. She was the one who had gotten you your apprenticeship all those years ago, and that’s where you and Namjoon had met. You had mentioned that you, Namjoon and Jisoo had opened your studio as a trio, and the wheels began to turn in Yoongi’s mind.

“Wait…if Jisoo is the one that introduced you to Namjoon all those years ago, then that means…”

You look over at Yoongi and give him a small, sad nod. “Namjoon was my mentor.”

Yoongi feels the air leaving his lungs. You just look so devastated, having to relive those horrible memories. That’s why, when he’d seen the studio initially, he thought it was too big for just one person. It was a space meant for three. Yoongi tries his best not to seem like he’s pitying you, but apparently it doesn’t work because you burst into tears.

“I saw them together, you know,” you sniffle. “I saw them, in the bed that he and I shared, in the house that we fucking bought together. The one that we were going to raise a family in. And it wasn’t like it was just one time. They’d been sleeping together for months, and if I hadn’t caught them in the act, they probably would have kept on doing it.”

Yoongi sighs, shaking his head. “Sounds like the asshole was only sorry he got caught.”

You nod weakly, part of you hating that he’s right. “I don’t know why he came here. I haven’t spoken to him in nearly a year, since I ended our engagement. I just…I don’t know. I have his artwork all over me, for fuck’s sake. Even when I don’t want to think about him, I can’t help but think about him.”

Yoongi bites the inside of his cheek, and leans over to nudge your shoulder gently. “Do you still love him?”

You swipe at your eyes, no longer caring about your ruined makeup. “Part of me will always love him,” you admit, looking away from Yoongi because you don’t want to see the way his face falls at your words. “But I’m not in love with him, if that’s what you’re asking. I haven’t been for a long time. It took a fuck ton of therapy to get myself out of that head space, of thinking I wasn’t good enough.”

“He didn’t deserve you,” Yoongi promises, and you meet his gaze. He can feel your breath tingling against his skin, you’re so close. “He still doesn’t deserve you.”

Your lips part, your gaze darting to his mouth. “Yoongi…”

This is it, he thinks. It’s now or never…

He leans in at a nearly glacial pace, and just before his lips brush against yours, your hand on his chest is lightly pushing him back.

“I-I’m sorry,” you stutter, pulling away from him with a shake of your head. “This is wrong, I can’t—”

Yoongi’s eyes fly open in surprise. “W-what…I’m sorry, I just—”

“It’s not your fault,” you mumble, unable to look at him now. Yoongi desperately wishes you would just look at him. “I just…can’t. I’m sorry.”

Logically, Yoongi understands that you’re going through emotional turmoil. Logically, he understands that now might not have been the best time to try and make a move on you. But his brain is no longer operating on logic. Just pure frustration and anger.

Yoongi shakes his head, letting out a scoff. “You’re really fucking confusing me, you know that?” He rises from the bench, wrenching his hands in his hair as he starts to pace. You watch him helplessly, your vision blurred. “First you give me your number when I never even asked for it, you ask me out for coffee, you flirt with me nonstop, and then the other day after the showcase you fucking kiss me—”

“Yoongi, I—”

“No, it’s my turn to fucking talk.”

Your mouth clamps shut, lower lip wobbling. Yoongi doesn’t look at you. He knows that if he does, he’ll cave. And right now, he has some shit to say.

“You have been so fucking confusing, right from day one. You make me feel so stupid, you know? Like you’re this otherworldly, all-accepting perfect person whose mission it is to make me feel like shit for not having the same mentality as you. Do you know how much of myself I changed just so you would look my way?”

You exhale shakily. “I never asked you to do that.”

“Yes, you did!” Yoongi yells, his voice strained. “You asked me to be less judgmental, and I’ve been fucking trying. Do you know how shitty it is to have someone point out your flaws? As if I didn’t know them already? Sometimes it feels like I’m just some project for you so that you can convince yourself that you’re doing some sort of good by making me less of an asshole.”

“Yoongi,” you whimper. “You know that’s not true.”

“How am I supposed to know that?” He bellows. “I fucking let you into my life and you changed everything. All of my friends think you’re fucking perfect, and that I’m an idiot because I fucking fell for you and didn’t have the courage to do anything about it. And then you kissed me after the showcase, and it made me really believe that you liked me. I really thought for a second that maybe that’s what it was like to be in love, to have the stupid butterflies and dreams and hopes—and now what? This?”

He pinches the bridge of his nose, shaking his head.

“This wasn’t how this was supposed to go.”

A tear rolls down your cheek in the silence that follows. “I…didn’t realize I made you feel that way,” you say, barely above a whisper. “You know that I only wanted to help you, right, Yoongi? I just—”

“I didn’t ask for your fucking help!” Yoongi seethes. “I never asked for any of this. I never asked to feel this way. I never expected or wanted to fall for someone like you—”

At that, you rise. The tears are still welling up in your eyes, but your face is set in angry determination, fists clenched at your sides. Your voice is thick is you repeat, “Someone like me.”

The way you phrase it isn’t a question. It’s a statement.

It’s in that moment that Yoongi realizes everything that he’d said. “Y/N wait, that’s not what I meant—”

“Save it, Yoongi,” you shake your head at him, brushing past him to get to the door. You grab the knob and fling it open, holding it there as you stare directly into his eyes. “Get out.”

Yoongi reaches out, desperate to touch you, but you jerk your arm away.

“Y/N, I’m sorry, I’m so fucking sorry, I didn’t mean—”

“I thought you were different,” you whisper, shaking your head. “Get. Out.”

Yoongi opens his mouth again to say something—anything—but the look in your eyes tells him that you’re done. He feels his heart sink down to the pit of his stomach, his throat beginning to constrict as regret and despair wash over him. With what dignity he has left, he forces himself out of your studio, out of your life, and down the stairs to the outside world. He hears you slam the door behind him, the lock clicking into place.

The rain is still pouring outside, and Yoongi squints his eyes up at the thick, dark clouds that tower overhead. Rain droplets dot his face, and as they roll down his cheeks, he can almost pretend as if he isn’t crying.

Upstairs, you grab the container of soup that Yoongi had brought you. You dump its contents down the toilet and chuck the empty container into the trash before collapsing onto the ground in a fit of sobs. After what seems like an eternity, you fish your phone out of your pocket and scroll through your contacts.

His name is still there, mocking you.

You take a deep breath, and click on it.

Now calling Kim Namjoon…

—

“Yoongi-hyung, maybe you’ve had enough,” Hoseok says gently as Yoongi tosses back another shot of soju. He sucks in a breath through his teeth as the alcohol burns his throat, making his vision hazy and his words slurred.

“Maybe you haven’t had enough,” he counters, draining the rest of the bottle. “I just want to forget this day. Forget the last six months ever fucking happened.”

Hoseok sighs, running a hand through his hair. He’d ordered a beer that he was slowly nursing as Yoongi took shot after shot, but he decides now that at least one of them needs to have a clear head. He pushes his beer away and places his elbow on the bar, turning his body so that it’s facing his friend.

“What happened?”

Yoongi has his arms crossed and is leaning heavily on the solid oak, his head hanging low as he tries to control his emotions. “I fucked up,” he croaks. “I fucked up, and now she hates me.”

“Who, Y/N?” Hoseok asks, stunned. “She could never hate you, Yoongi. I’m sure it wasn’t that bad.”

He scoffs, shoulders shaking in a sarcastic laugh that has him nearly falling off his barstool. “You weren’t there, man. Whatever chance I had, it’s…it’s gone. She’s done with me. It’s over.”

Hoseok frowns, knowing he’s not going to get any information out of his friend tonight. Not when he’s like this. Exasperated, he picks up his beer again and takes a deep gulp.

“Atta boy,” Yoongi hiccups, patting Hoseok hard on the back before directing his attention to the bartender. “Hey, another round over here!”

—

Yoongi stumbles into his apartment, not entirely sure how he got there. He recalls that he can’t drive, so drunk driving is out of the question. He squints his eyes, peering into the darkness of his home as if the answer to how he arrived there will emerge from the shadows. He vaguely recollects Hoseok shoving him into a cab and tossing some money at the driver, so that’s probably what happened.

Kicking off his shoes, he wanders towards the bathroom to brush his teeth. He may be wasted, but he’s not a barbarian. As he stumbles out of the bathroom once he’s brushed his teeth and relieved his bladder, he comes face to face with his studio door. There’s a sign on it that reads GENIUS LAB, a name jokingly given to him by Hoseok that just sort of stuck. He snorts at it now.

Some fucking genius I am, he thinks, but pushes the door open anyway, ambling inside.

Immediately, he regrets it.

Everywhere he looks, he sees you. Glimpsing at his piano, he sees you practicing your scales as he watches intently, helping you adjust your finger movements so that they’re more fluid. Turning to the grey couch by the door, he sees you with your brows furrowed in concentration as you draw on your tablet, trying to figure out different compositions for larger scale tattoos. And then he looks at his computer, where all of his hard work is created and stored, and remembers the way you looked at him the first time you listened to his music.

You’d gazed at him so adoringly, like you were one soul separated in two bodies. He would do anything to have you look at him that way even just one more time.

The realization sobers him slightly, and he shuffles out of his studio to wander over to his bed. Flopping face down against his pillows, he wonders if he could suffocate like this if he tried not to move. He groans and rolls over after a few seconds, knowing that death by pillow won’t solve any of his problems.

He takes out his phone against his better judgment, and starts dialling your number from memory. His body and mind are operating on separate levels, and before he realizes it, he’s pressing the phone against his ear as the line rings and rings and rings.

It keeps on ringing.

You don’t pick up.

Hi, this is Y/N. I’m not available at the moment, but if you leave your name, number, and a detailed message, I’ll get back to you as soon as I can. Thanks!

BEEP

Yoongi swallows the lump in his throat. What is he doing? What did he expect, that you would pick up the phone, that he would confess his love to you, and that everything would be forgiven?

He’s quiet for a few more seconds before he finally decides to speak.

“Hey,” he begins. He’s silent again for a beat, trying to find his words. “I know you probably hate me.” He pauses to croak out a laugh. “I hate me too, if it’s any consolation. I fucking suck. I’m a fucking idiot and…I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean what I said to you today. You make me a better person. You changed me, yeah, but I needed that change. Just like I need you. And I don’t…I don’t want to pressure you into anything. I know I fucked up, and you probably don’t ever want to see me again, but…if there’s any chance that you do, then please, please call me back.”

Yoongi lets out a shaky breath, tears blurring his vision and tightening his throat. He sniffles loudly before he remembers that he’s still on the phone.

“Fuck. I’m sorry. You’re probably going to delete this message as soon as you hear it. But, uh…don’t cut the others out of your life because of me, okay? They’re good people, and they care about you. So do I, even though I’m shit at showing it. I hope you can find it in yourself to forgive me one day. So…yeah. Bye.”

He removes the phone from his ear and presses the button on the screen to end the call. Tossing his phone aside, Yoongi shucks off his jeans and burrows under the covers.

Squeezing his eyes shut, he hopes and prays that tomorrow will be better, that maybe he’ll wake up and none of this will have happened. That he’ll check his phone and see a text from you asking when he’s going to come by to hang out, that he’ll be able to go to your studio and bring you lunch, that the two of you will take the bus to HopeWorld together to watch Hoseok, Jungkook and Jimin dance.

He still hasn’t forgotten that he promised to dance for you, way back when you were teaching him about tattooing. He hopes he’ll get to see your smiling face as he makes a fool of himself for you, because there’s no one else in the world who could coax him into embarrassing himself on purpose with just a smile.

Hope is all he has left. So he embraces the darkness behind his eyelids, and hopes for a better tomorrow.

[khux-guides]

Hey, sorry for asking that. I didnt really want you to feel like you had to list em in rank, i just wanted your opinion or the medals you think rank high up there. Even a top 10. I just want opinions and thoughts from the veterans since youve seen how the meta changes. Well sorry for even asking. And good luck with the move, i did that a few years back when i left the US and jesus christ did it take time to adjust to the culture and get my shit straight in chile. Wish you the best!

thank you very much for the well wishes.

i just don’t have the energy for something super extensive, but i can talk a little about the current meta, if i’m qualified to do so.

0.2 kairi and kh2 kairi are pretty much prerequisites - 0.2 kairi is currently one of the best buffers we have and we’ve seen a big shift in gauge cost since kh2 kairi came out. there are ways to get around both of these - a doublecast ikairi with an sp reduction skill for 0.2 kairi or a doublecast chip & dale or 101 dalmatians, but neither of these solutions are ideal.

[EX] medals continue to be the best attacking medals in the game. sephiroth EX remains one of the most powerful due to the fact that a) he hits like a truck and b) only has one hit. marluxia ex also looks really good, although i haven’t had a chance to test him out. xion ex and roxas ex are also both good; the others (cloud ex, axel ex and sora ex) aren’t terrible per se but they’ve long since been outclassed by the other EX medals. (as an aside, i think we’ll see 7th tier guilt EX medals this coming anniversary.)

copy medals signified a huge shift in the meta, one that i didn’t get on board until much later but have pretty much changed the way i play this game entirely. backwards copy medal (the slot before) limit you to your own inventory, so i don’t use them as much, but forwards copy medals (the slot after) can be very powerful when paired with a friend EX medal in a powerful last slot, e.g. Namine HD in the last slot of Fairy Stars. Namine HD, Xion HD, and Garlic Pepper Doritos Sora Anti-form HD are the best out of the available copy medals, imo.

toon medals - probably we’ll get non-toon medals that increase the counter on enemies in the future but for now i’ll call them toon medals. for now, i don’t know if it’s necessary to have a specific toon medal (toon sora would be best, but we can’t all have good luck), but i don’t think it’s a bad idea to have one just in case.

this is where we get more subjective, so this is more a personal list of medals that i like for certain situations.

Enemy General Defense Down (-GDD) medals - i’m including this as a general class of combat medals, but GDD is pretty necessary when you’re fighting higher levelled enemies.

Hayner & Pence & Olette (ideally with doublecast) is one of the best defensive buffers in the game right now.

Man in Black Coat - he heals, he resets buffs/debuffs, he deals fixed damage…this medal has saved my ass on multiple occasions (barrier masters come to mind).

Lingering Will, Goofy illustrated, Donald illustrated B - these are all random target medals but i like them for raid bosses when you’ve taken out all the extra limbs.

Terra illustrated ver. B - this is really personal bias but only four hits with a pretty high guilted multiplier - he’s good for raid bosses and high score events. Aqua illustrated ver. B isn’t bad either for these purposes (especially if you’re like me and took advantage of the boosted refund lmao).

and that’s all i can think of. a lot of this is situational, and i don’t want to get too far into high score meta because i’m really not qualified for that (ask L instead!) and a lot of it changes based on the score bonus medals. (this is the absolute BULLSHIT setup that got me top ten in the last reprint hsc lmfao)

i’m definitely skipping over medals - there’s probably space to talk about like, illustrated Beast & Belle and the other VIP medals, but i’d rather buy baseball tickets than VIP so i can’t really talk from personal experience.

anyway the stros-angels game is over so i’m going to bed now.

[cielizzydefencesquad]

Understanding Elizabeth Midford

So. I don’t usually involve myself in petty fandom feuds but HOLY. SHIT. This is pissing me off. We’ve gone through 100+ chapters and people STILL don’t understand Lizzy’s character? They manage to rationalize Kuroshitsuji enough that they give Sebastian feelings even though he’s a hungry demon who made a pact with a 10 year old boy because he sensed his soul was broken, desperate, and malleable to more further corruption. They manage to do all this for a DEMON but can’t find it in their hearts to apply that analytical mindset to a darling 14 year old girl whose human emotions drive her every decision?

“She’s selfish! She only wants to make Ciel smile so things can go back to the way they were!”

“She doesn’t understand him! She’s always trying to change him, that bitch!”

“She’s so ANNOYING. Like, her voice!”

“Oh my god, did you see her standing there in the third panel? Like who does that! RUDE.”

So in an attempt to bring some basic level of cognition into these…“arguments” I’m going to go through them one by one and you can disagree if you like. But please refrain from using derogatory terms, unsubstantiated arguments, and referrals to “proofs” that are nothing more than blog posts made from those who wish to paint Kuroshitsuji in terms more favorable to them and whatever else they ship. 

1. “She’s selfish! She only wants to make Ciel smile so things can go back to the way they were!”

Elizabeth Midford is, by far, the LEAST selfish person in the whole damn manga. This girl spent most of her childhood loathing the physical strength she possessed because the person she loved didn’t like it. She chose to shoulder her anguish by HERSELF because she didn’t want to burden Ciel (or her brother or her mother or her father) with her personal worries.

Lizzy is also incredibly aware that things can NEVER go back to the way they were. She expresses this concern to Sebastian when she admits that she wishes Ciel would talk to her more and that the only reason she overdoes her cuteness is because she wants to see Ciel smile. Why are comedians so outlandish and over-the-top? Because they want to see their audience laugh. Lizzy took that mindset and applied it to her goal of cheering Ciel up. Furthermore, the Easter egg chapter proved ONCE AND FOR ALL that Lizzy is perfectly aware of the change that’s occurred within Ciel—that he’s no longer the happy, smiling boy of years past.

Lizzy KNEW Ciel didn’t remember why the egg was nostalgic and if she was really selfish, she would’ve thrown a fit—had a full on temper tantrum then and there but instead, what does she do? She outwits the game master himself. Lizzy sets up an Easter egg hunt that she made up completely off the cuff, wears a happy smile throughout the entire event, and when Ciel hands her the egg what does Lizzy do? She laughs and wishes that the egg would bring CIEL lots of happiness. HOW IS SHE SELFISH? HOW. Selfish would be throwing a tantrum because Ciel didn’t remember the way things used to be. Selfish would be bringing up the past EVERY FRIGGIN SECOND. Selfish would be forcing Ciel to comply to the shared etiquette of their past.

Instead, Lizzy is SELFLESS. Instead of throwing a tantrum, Lizzy wishes Ciel happiness. Instead of bringing up the past, Lizzy tries to ignore it because she knows it makes Ciel uncomfortable—that’s why she’s never asked him about “that month” even though she desperately wants to know what’s happened to the boy she loves. And instead of forcing Ciel to behave the way he used to (sweet, sympathetic, loving), Lizzy is learning to accept him for who he is now—how many times has Ciel ignored her? How many times has Ciel left the country without telling her? How many times has Ciel purposely hidden things from Lizzy and then disregarded her concern with a wave of his hand? Lizzy is learning to accept this new Ciel—this closed off, distant Ciel because she KNOWS something terrible must have happened to him. Because instead of crying and whining like she did at the beginning of Black Butler when Ciel refused to take off his ring, Lizzy has learned to ACCEPT. And that, my dears, is called character development—something Ciel hasn’t undergone since the beginning of this manga.

2. “She doesn’t understand him! She’s always trying to change him, that bitch!”

There is NOTHING about Ciel that Lizzy is trying to change. If anything, it’s Sebastian who’s always prodding and provoking Ciel to become darker—more cruel, less empathetic, and more focused on getting his revenge. She threw a party for Ciel at the beginning of the manga because she thought that might make him smile—fun colors, fine music, seeing Bard and Finny crossdressing…heck, even Ciel took a page from Lizzy’s book when he dressed the F5! It probably took Lizzy HOURS to choose Ciel’s outfit, decorate the mansion, coordinate the whole event and it probably hurt like hell to see Ciel dismiss all her hard work so casually.

As a reader, it’s easy for us to say “HELLO. Doesn’t she know? He was abused and tortured by the cultists! He made a deal with the devil to escape that wretched place, how could this dumb broad think a simple party would cheer him up?!”

And the answer is…Lizzy has NO IDEA what happened to Ciel. (Hindsight is a gift, ain’t it?) She has no idea that he became so desperate to escape the cult that he sold his soul to a starving demon. Lizzy is does not know what Ciel went through and this boy is doing his damnedest to make sure Lizzy never knows. Because he wants to keep her pure, ignorant, and encased in light.

People always point to the party chapter as Lizzy trying to “change” Ciel but all she wanted was to put a smile on his face. She even admits that she overdoes it at times but everything she’s done comes from a good place. Everyone wants to see their loved ones happy and Ciel is the boy Lizzy loves best of all—of course she’s going to try everything under the sun to try and put a little smile on his face.

And Lizzy DOES understand Ciel, to the best of her ability. She’s never once asked Ciel (or Sebastian) about his time in the cult. She uses games to figure out Ciel’s secrets. (Ex: Easter egg hunt—this is where Lizzy knew Ciel was only pretending to remember their Easter tradition and where Lizzy’s suspicions were confirmed—something life changing and drastic DID happen to Ciel during “that month.”) She doesn’t force Ciel to take her to public events because, let’s face it—as the only daughter to a high ranking marquess that serves directly under the queen, Lizzy’s bound to be invited to dozens of soirees a week. And as a gentlewoman of the aristocracy, Lizzy’s going to need an escort. In Victorian times, it was typical that the fiancé escort his bride-to-be but here is Lizzy—sweet, traditional Lizzy—ignoring precedent because she KNOWS Ciel dislikes social events. (Keep in mind, this is information being pieced together by a 14 year old girl who’s been taught to be an “unknowing angel.”)

Elizabeth understands the change that’s come over Ciel, knows that he won’t be interested in the same things he was interested in before. But in spite of Ciel shutting her out, in spite of Sebastian’s constant presence, Lizzy is still working her hardest to try and bring some happiness to Ciel’s life because she loves him. She loves him so much that Bravat was able to take Lizzy’s desperation and devotion and use it against her.

Let’s not forget—the reason Lizzy continued seeing Bravat was because she thought he could help her make Ciel happy.

3. “She’s so ANNOYING. Like, her voice!”

I think this is the most common excuse people use to not like Lizzy. They critique her high levels of energy (even though Finny and Soma are equally vivacious), her love for beautiful things (even though Ciel is probably the vainest little boy in the whole of London, England), and the fact that she “doesn’t understand” Ciel (counterargument already presented above).

You know, in a lot of ways I see Lizzy as a Scarlett O’Hara figure—strong, determined, unflinching in the face of danger. But also very, very misunderstood. Lizzy only behaves with an exorbitant amount of energy because she wants to make Ciel happy —to bring some sunlight into his gloomy, pessimistic world. The end results are not always successful but the intention behind Lizzy’s every action is pure—as pure as Soma’s decision to help Ciel simply because he saw him as a friend. Lizzy puts on a vaudeville for Ciel in a misguided attempt to help him heal and move on from whatever is tormenting him.

4. “Oh my god, did you see her standing there in the third panel? Like who doesn’t that! RUDE.”

Black Butler is told from the perspectives of Ciel and Sebastian. We only get brief glimpses into Lizzy’s psyche so it’s impossible for us to codify her completely. What I do know is that some people out there will always hate on Lizzy—whether it’s because they dislike her voice (well that’s her VA’s fault, not Lizzy’s) or because Lizzy “gets in the way” of someone’s ship. I’m not here to reason with those who refuse to be reasoned with. This is me expressing my adoration for a flawed, misguided, but pure of heart character whose unconditional love for a changed, callous boy makes me admire her all the more.

Oddly enough, people seem to relate “understanding” a person to “knowing exactly what happened to them to make them this way.” And to me, this is really giving Lizzy an unfair shake. By this definition, Lizzy could never understand Ciel because she doesn’t know what happened to him in that one month that’s made him the way he is (reason: he flat out didn’t tell her and uses every opportunity to prevent her from finding out. Ciel is so concerned about protecting Elizabeth’s goodness/light/purity that on the Campania, when Sebastian was slaughtering all those Bizarre Dolls, Ciel shielded Lizzy from seeing the carnage because he wants her to remain innocent and unaware). To quote Albert Einstein, “Any fool can know. The point is to understand.”

I think Lizzy understands Ciel—she can sense the pain, the resignation, the drive towards something greater that Ciel is working towards. This is best exemplified in an early chapter (after Ciel’s fallen asleep and Sebastian is serving her tea) where Lizzy expresses sorrow that Ciel won’t tell her anything. Sebastian comforts Lizzy by telling her that while “It’s a difficult question for me as a butler…[I can tell you] one thing…He [Ciel] was able to spend a nice, free day with everyone.” To which Lizzy retorts that she wishes she could believe that. Elizabeth may not know what happened to Ciel during that month, but she understands.

This then brings me to my next and final point—people wanting Lizzy to “accept” the situation by stepping aside and leaving the manga. Well, to quote Michael J. Fox: “Acceptance doesn’t mean resignation; it means understanding that something is what it is and that there’s got to be a way through it.” — And this is exactly what Lizzy’s doing. She’s fighting for a way to help Ciel, to help him move on, to do anything that might benefit it. Lizzy’s accepted the situation but she’s certainly not resigned for it—Lizzy’s a fighter, and she’ll continue fighting for the boy she loves until the very end.

Further discussion is encouraged. But, please remember: refrain from using derogatory terms, unsubstantiated arguments, and referrals to “proofs” that are nothing more than blog posts made from those who wish to paint Kuroshitsuji in terms more favorable to them and whatever else they ship. I am not disparaging other characters or ships—I merely ask that you don’t refer to those “did you know” blog posts that’s caused so much strife in the Black Butler fandom. Thank you.

[studio-elan]

14 Must-Know Lesbian Dating Rules to Impress a Girl on a First Date

You meet an attractive girl, and you asked her out. You made the first step, but now what? If you want a good date, follow these lesbian dating rules. Asking another woman out isn’t easy. Since you’re a woman, you know exactly how they think which puts even more pressure on you. But you shouldn’t be freaking out. Instead, use this to your advantage, especially if you follow these lesbian dating rules. Whether you met her online, the bar, or on the street, you made the brave move in asking her out. Good for you. It takes a lot of courage to do it. Naturally, like anyone, you don’t want to screw it up, you really like her. But how do you know what to do? What things should you avoid saying? Do you make a move on the first date? I know you have these questions going on in your head. [Read: Newly out of the closet? These dating tips are for you] Lesbian dating rules you need to follow But listen, you don’t need to overthink it. All you need are some simple yet effective lesbian dating rules to navigate the dating world. No one said dating was going to be easy. Now that you have these rules, it won’t feel like you’re so alone in the whole ordeal. If your past relationships didn’t work out so well then I wouldn’t use them as a guide unless you’re trying to avoid the things you’ve done in the past. So, let’s get you caught up on the lesbian dating rules that’ll actually help you out on your date or budding relationship. It’s time to get the ladies. #1 What do you want? So, you asked this girl on a date, but what do you want from this? Before dating, know what you’re looking for. Are you wanting something serious? Casual? Not sure? You need to be honest with yourself, so you can be honest with her. Don’t play games. [Read: Healthy relationship expectations for a good love life] #2 Girls can be fuckbois too. I know you’re thinking if she’s a girl, it must mean that she’s not going to act like a fuckboi. Being a girl doesn’t mean shit. Fuckbois can be femme, butch, or a chapstick lesbian. They literally come in all shapes and sizes. So, if you feel that she’s playing games with you, that’s because she is. [Read: How your low self-esteem can help you sabotage your life] #3 Stay away from friends of friends. If you’re only interested in casual dating and hooking up with different women, then my advice to you would be to stay away from your friend’s friend. Have you ever heard of the phrase, “don’t shit where you eat”? This scene could get messy if it doesn’t go as planned, and usually it never goes as planned. #4 Focus on her. Don’t take her to a place where all your friends are going to be. Take her someplace where the two of you can sit together and really get to know each other. She’ll have time to meet your friends if it goes well. Limit the distractions as much as you can. #5 Stay away from the “ex” talk. I know you’ve had bad experiences. We’ve all had bad experiences, but it doesn’t mean you need to share it. At least, not now. Don’t bombard her with stories about your exes, save that for your third date. The first date is all about getting to know her and vice versa. She doesn’t need to know you’re crazy right away. #6 Don’t aim to get laid. You find her attractive. We all know this or else you wouldn’t be asking her out. But your goal, unless you made it clear you want something casual and sex-based, shouldn’t be to get laid on the date. If you wanted that, text your booty call. If you really like her, get to know her. The sex will come. #7 Keep your alcohol to a limit. If your first dates consist of you getting wasted and wondering why they never call you back, well, I found out why. Have a drink, have two drinks, but you shouldn’t be wasted, throwing up in the bathroom. No one wants to be a babysitter for their date. #8 Keep your cellphone out of sight. If you’re on a date with her, don’t put your cellphone on the table. That will only cause distractions. Put your cellphone away. You’re the one who asked her out, right? So, you need to show her that you’re interested. If you’re not, then why even go on a date? Keep the cellphone out of sight, she’ll be impressed. [Read: Dating rules for women tired of the games] #9 Keep it light. This isn’t the time for you to talk about deep things and try to get into her head. When you start dating someone, you’re feeling the waters, seeing who they are on a basic level. If you want to really get to know them, well, that will take years. No joke, it takes years. #10 Listen! As a woman, you’re naturally a better listener than men, but sometimes we slip up. When you’re on a date, make sure you’re listening to what she’s saying. She’ll tell you small details about herself, it’s your job to keep your ears open. Repeat these details back to her during a story, she’ll be impressed that you listened. #11 Know when to end the date. The purpose of the date isn’t to spend hours and hours together until you’re both exhausted. You want to leave a good impression, an impression that has them coming back for more. So, keep the date short. Do activities like dinner, coffee, or for a walk by the beach. Don’t do a day-long activity. Remember, she doesn’t know you. [Read: 15 lesbian dating tips for the newly-out lez] #12 Aim low. I know you want this date to work out amazingly and for her to fall in love with you, slow down. This is the first date. You’re not getting married, she’s not going to want to meet your family or move in with you. Oh, and don’t think she’s your girlfriend. Just breathe. #13 Text her after you split. When the date is over and you want to see her again, text her. You don’t need to wait two days to text her. Make sure you show you’re interested in seeing her again. Who knows, you may start a never ending conversation via text which is always a good thing. [Read: The dating advice all women need to follow to transform your love life] #14 Didn’t go well? Next! There’s no point being bummed out if your date didn’t go well with her. We all have bad dates, and you won’t click with every girl you meet. Don’t let this discourage you. Shake it off and move onto the next chick. [Read: The best lesbian dating apps there are] No one said the dating world was easy. When it comes to the lesbian one, it’s a little bit different. But if you follow these lesbian dating rules, you’ll rock it. The post 14 Must-Know Lesbian Dating Rules to Impress a Girl on a First Date is the original content of LovePanky - Your Guide to Better Love and Relationships.

[russellthornton]

14 Must-Know Lesbian Dating Rules to Impress a Girl on a First Date

You meet an attractive girl, and you asked her out. You made the first step, but now what? If you want a good date, follow these lesbian dating rules.

Asking another woman out isn’t easy. Since you’re a woman, you know exactly how they think which puts even more pressure on you. But you shouldn’t be freaking out. Instead, use this to your advantage, especially if you follow these lesbian dating rules.

Whether you met her online, the bar, or on the street, you made the brave move in asking her out. Good for you. It takes a lot of courage to do it. Naturally, like anyone, you don’t want to screw it up, you really like her.

But how do you know what to do? What things should you avoid saying? Do you make a move on the first date? I know you have these questions going on in your head. [Read: Newly out of the closet? These dating tips are for you]

Lesbian dating rules you need to follow

But listen, you don’t need to overthink it. All you need are some simple yet effective lesbian dating rules to navigate the dating world. No one said dating was going to be easy. Now that you have these rules, it won’t feel like you’re so alone in the whole ordeal.

If your past relationships didn’t work out so well then I wouldn’t use them as a guide unless you’re trying to avoid the things you’ve done in the past. So, let’s get you caught up on the lesbian dating rules that’ll actually help you out on your date or budding relationship. It’s time to get the ladies.

#1 What do you want? So, you asked this girl on a date, but what do you want from this? Before dating, know what you’re looking for. Are you wanting something serious? Casual? Not sure? You need to be honest with yourself, so you can be honest with her. Don’t play games. [Read: Healthy relationship expectations for a good love life]

#2 Girls can be fuckbois too. I know you’re thinking if she’s a girl, it must mean that she’s not going to act like a fuckboi. Being a girl doesn’t mean shit. Fuckbois can be femme, butch, or a chapstick lesbian. They literally come in all shapes and sizes. So, if you feel that she’s playing games with you, that’s because she is. [Read: How your low self-esteem can help you sabotage your life]

#3 Stay away from friends of friends. If you’re only interested in casual dating and hooking up with different women, then my advice to you would be to stay away from your friend’s friend. Have you ever heard of the phrase, “don’t shit where you eat”? This scene could get messy if it doesn’t go as planned, and usually it never goes as planned.

#4 Focus on her. Don’t take her to a place where all your friends are going to be. Take her someplace where the two of you can sit together and really get to know each other. She’ll have time to meet your friends if it goes well. Limit the distractions as much as you can.

#5 Stay away from the “ex” talk. I know you’ve had bad experiences. We’ve all had bad experiences, but it doesn’t mean you need to share it. At least, not now. Don’t bombard her with stories about your exes, save that for your third date.

The first date is all about getting to know her and vice versa. She doesn’t need to know you’re crazy right away.

#6 Don’t aim to get laid. You find her attractive. We all know this or else you wouldn’t be asking her out. But your goal, unless you made it clear you want something casual and sex-based, shouldn’t be to get laid on the date. If you wanted that, text your booty call. If you really like her, get to know her. The sex will come.

#7 Keep your alcohol to a limit. If your first dates consist of you getting wasted and wondering why they never call you back, well, I found out why. Have a drink, have two drinks, but you shouldn’t be wasted, throwing up in the bathroom. No one wants to be a babysitter for their date.

#8 Keep your cellphone out of sight. If you’re on a date with her, don’t put your cellphone on the table. That will only cause distractions. Put your cellphone away. You’re the one who asked her out, right? So, you need to show her that you’re interested. If you’re not, then why even go on a date? Keep the cellphone out of sight, she’ll be impressed. [Read: Dating rules for women tired of the games]

#9 Keep it light. This isn’t the time for you to talk about deep things and try to get into her head. When you start dating someone, you’re feeling the waters, seeing who they are on a basic level. If you want to really get to know them, well, that will take years. No joke, it takes years.

#10 Listen! As a woman, you’re naturally a better listener than men, but sometimes we slip up. When you’re on a date, make sure you’re listening to what she’s saying. She’ll tell you small details about herself, it’s your job to keep your ears open. Repeat these details back to her during a story, she’ll be impressed that you listened.

#11 Know when to end the date. The purpose of the date isn’t to spend hours and hours together until you’re both exhausted. You want to leave a good impression, an impression that has them coming back for more. So, keep the date short.

Do activities like dinner, coffee, or for a walk by the beach. Don’t do a day-long activity. Remember, she doesn’t know you. [Read: 15 lesbian dating tips for the newly-out lez]

#12 Aim low. I know you want this date to work out amazingly and for her to fall in love with you, slow down. This is the first date. You’re not getting married, she’s not going to want to meet your family or move in with you. Oh, and don’t think she’s your girlfriend. Just breathe.

#13 Text her after you split. When the date is over and you want to see her again, text her. You don’t need to wait two days to text her. Make sure you show you’re interested in seeing her again. Who knows, you may start a never ending conversation via text which is always a good thing. [Read: The dating advice all women need to follow to transform your love life]

#14 Didn’t go well? Next! There’s no point being bummed out if your date didn’t go well with her. We all have bad dates, and you won’t click with every girl you meet. Don’t let this discourage you. Shake it off and move onto the next chick.

[Read: The best lesbian dating apps there are]

No one said the dating world was easy. When it comes to the lesbian one, it’s a little bit different. But if you follow these lesbian dating rules, you’ll rock it.

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Let's start off with the fact that I hate cheaters. Cheating is gross and wrong.I've been seeing this guy on and off for 9 months. It's been the shittiest relationship but as much bad as there was there was an almost equal amount of good.Well this last week I've been trying to break it off and end up just dealing with it because he doesn't want me to leave.So my best friend tells me to come stay the night with him to get away from everything for a bit. (Not uncommon. We've lived together and stayed the night with each other countless times and never did anything.)So I say yes expecting a night of video games and food. We end up watching movies and I put my legs across his lap for comfort purposes and he grabbed them and we started cuddling.I've always had a crush on him. But he's my ex's best friend of 10 years. And my ex is the reason why we know each other. He went to prison in January for 3 years. I tried acting on it before, once we went on a date and made out before my ex and I started actually dating over 2 years ago. And after my ex went to prison I got really fucked up and tried but my best friend kept saying no. Which was totally fine and I was happy with at the end of the day cause that's my dawg & I didn't want to fuck shit up.We hang out all the time and nothing like this ever happened. So going back to the other night. We end up in bed together just holding each other for like 10 hours. Literally. Just teasing each other. He wouldn't have sex with me but we did other stuff and I lied to my bf about where I was for three days cause I was just chillin with him and laid in bed with him watching movies and cuddling for all three of those days.And this morning I had to finally come back home to my boyfriend's because I needed things. And I thought if I saw him I'd feel the need to tell him. But I literally didn't care and we had sex and I'm breaking up with him this afternoon and moving out.And now I don't know where my best friend and I stand. And I kind of completely fucked over my ex too, who I care about immensely and who is also one of my best friends.What the fuck do I do now? via /r/dating_advice

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Sexual Harassment.

(The Cheryl Yeoh/Dave McClure news article. I haven’t been sexually harassed. Not recently, anyway.)

Hers is the classic ‘creepy boss’ story, the abuse of power, by a person in a position of authority propositioning a person lower down the chain for sexual favours, a sleazy-inflated version of James Bond winking at Miss Moneypenny. We’ve come a long way as a society since Roger Moore’s horrible sports-jacket, but that particular behaviour is taking its time dying out. (I was in my last job for 14 years, and there was no sexual harassment, a combination of everybody behaving themselves, and my ‘do not touch’ persona being fully embedded.) At the age of 26, when ‘most’ women are probably still scouting for ‘the one’, I’d taught myself to project-untouchable.

This one is getting tangled already, for probably 10 of those 14 years, I had a silver band on my third-left finger, the symbol of unavailability, that I ‘belonged’ to the ex. (Who never wore a wedding ring, I bought him 3 over the 20 years we were together, and he lost all 3. As well as losing wedding rings, he also liked me to dress like a whore, so he could show off what ‘belonged’ to him. Some of his acquaintances were not respectful of my personal boundaries, and the display-behaviour seemed to over-ride the old slave-ring.) Part of my projecting-untouchable came about due to the nature of some of the scumbags the ex associated with, grown men, not the malleable boys I’d been used to in school and sixth form, who knew not to touch me because of that rumour that I was mad. (Started, predictably, by a boy who’d tried to touch me, and, in the confusion of me saying ‘No.’, he told enough people that I ‘Ate pins’ for it to become a school-truth. Disclaimer, I never ate pins, that WOULD be mad.)  

Before the slave-ring, the rumour that I was mad worked relatively well, and, within school, and sixth form, there wasn’t much of a power-imbalance, we were relatively ‘level’. Not entirely, because I was peripheral to the popular cliques, so occasionally a popular boy would assume his ‘status’ meant I wouldn’t say no. School-truth evolved into me being a mad lesbian, because I did say no. I would have been 17 the first time I experienced ‘real’ sexual harassment, working part-time as a waitress during my A-Levels. There was a weird dynamic between the male manager, and some of the young female waitresses, I was never particularly wary of him, because I was used to the ‘mad lesbian’ protective mechanism, and because I thought that the other girls were much more aesthetically pleasing than me. 

One evening, at the end of my shift, I’d changed out of my uniform in the disabled toilet, I was going out to one of the sticky-floored nightclubs that the sixth form periodically descended upon, queuing around the block, and trying to fit those of us who did have ID in amongst those who didn’t. Black jeans, and a button-up top, that I hadn’t buttoned all the way to the top, because sometimes a Wonder-bra was as good as ID. (The bouncers VERY often searched me, especially if I was in a skirt, the perverts.) The manager knew I was in there, and he locked the exit-door to the restaurant. There was no procedural reason to lock the exit, if he was ‘locking up’, he’d have locked the door from the outside as he left. (One of the female managers accidentally locked me in there once, in the days before mobile phones.) 17 year old girl, adult male, locked in a building.

“Oh, I didn’t realise you were still in there.” (You did, that’s why you locked the door from the inside.)

“I was just getting changed, I’m going out.” (Even then, “I’m going.”, not “Can you let me out?”, I’ve always had balls of steel, and I wasn’t going to ‘give’ him power.)

“Oh, wow, your boobs are amazing.” (What’s actually amazing is the trick I used to do with the Wonder-bra, a secret I will take with me to the grave.)

“Thanks. See you tomorrow.” I started to move towards the exit, and he moved to block my path. I was taller than him, not as tall as Alex, who I adored, because she once bit him really hard on the hand after he tried to grope her, his whiny-tantrum about his girlfriend seeing the bite-mark was legendary.

“Can I have a look?”

“No, you can’t.”

What followed was him repeatedly asking me to show him my breasts, and me repeatedly refusing. My 17-year-old head took great pride in having an adult male begging me to expose body-parts, but more pride in absolutely refusing. I thought, at that point, that I’d had the power, the control in that situation, in a strange way, I did, I’d never be as beautiful-bold as Alex, but I could continue to work there with him knowing I’d stand my ground, and he never ‘tried it on’ again.

The next series of instances, all lumped together in eight months worth of ‘expected’ harassment, avoiding lecherous-lunges, and politely declining offers from drunk men to walk me home. (Safety-mechanism, I used to stay behind, drinking after hours, usually until about 4am, how I actually passed my A-Levels is some kind of miracle.) I was 18, and I played on it, for tips and free drinks, thinking back, it’s a bit squirmy-icky, that I played on the ‘schoolgirl’ angle, I know better now, but, back then, I rocked the short skirt, and over-knee socks. It was ‘expected’ that the customers would try to ‘chat up’ the bar-maids, back in those days, there’d be two kinds of female bar-staff, the ‘landlady’, generally in possession of a face like a bag of spanners, and a “Just don’t.” attitude, and the ‘pretty’ ones. Struggling to accept that I was ‘pretty’, I’ll just accept that I didn’t look like a bulldog licking piss off a nettle. Between the regular bar-fights, the drugs-raids, and the mopping-up-puke, the other pretty/young barmaids never lasted very long, I lasted due to my balls-of-steel, and my mostly-saying-’No.’ (Mostly, there was a brief interlude of strategic-sex, which is how I came to be assistant manager of a nightclub at the age of 18. I don’t approve of the assumed-compliance from management, but, in that instance, I worked it in my favour.)

Next up, my first full-time job after finishing my A-Levels. One of the managers candidly advised me that having ‘that’ nightclub on my employment history was the main reason they’d chosen me. “If you’ve worked there, we know you won’t take any shit from the lads.” 1995, it was ‘accepted’, even then, that the ‘lads’ might try it on with me, as the only female employee in the company. The other manager was indirectly creepy, he didn’t try it on himself, but he made frequent suggestions that I ought to get together with the male office junior. I wasn’t interested, but his insidious insistence that I was fair game eventually rubbed off on the male colleague one afternoon. The two managers had left for the day, the junior was still more senior than me, he had the keys. He locked the two of us in my office, and asked me to kiss him.

“No, anyway, I’ve been smoking.” (That’s ‘No.’, with an excuse-opt-out built in for him, he didn’t smoke.)

“What do you want, a paper hat? Go on, give us a kiss.”

“No. I have a boyfriend.” (Who was, admittedly, a bit of a dick, and I already had my eyes on someone else. Not the man in front of me, though.)

“I won’t tell him. Go on, just one kiss.” (It’s rarely ever just one, but I was alone with this man, in a locked unit on an industrial estate, there were pens nearby that I could stab him with if the need arose. Nothing is ever ‘just’ with me, my risk-assessment mechanism is in permanent over-drive.)

“One kiss, and one only.” (Establishing control, and potentially developing the skeleton of an excuse to dump the then-boyfriend.) I kissed him, once, and he let me out, he was a little bit older than me, taller, and heavier, it was a calculated risk, screaming would have done no good, because the industrial estate was mostly-empty. He didn’t try it again, but the sleazy-manager subsequently locked the two of us in my office one day ‘for a laugh’. I left without notice or reference.

Back then, in 1995, it was accepted, although not acceptable, that certain types of male would try it on with females they saw as vulnerable, due to power-imbalance. We said ‘No.’, and I’ve more than one experience of grabbing a gropey-hand VERY hard by the wrist, and saying “I think you’ll find that’s mine.”, with regard to whichever part of my body meander-hands had landed on. It’s not accepted any more, and that’s right and proper, but comes with its own issues. For the females (I’m sure males are vulnerable to harassment as well, but my perspective is from the female angle) we’re aware of being at-risk, being vulnerable, and it’s our job to mitigate against that as far as is possible. We’re trained, from an early age, not to place ourselves at risk, the established-order isn’t changing, we just have to adapt to it, it’s the ‘dining alone’ thing, multiplied by a million, in instances where there’s a power imbalance. 

‘Not joining in’ was my primary strategy, and colleagues would be exasperated by my refusal to socialise outside working hours. Some dealt with it better than others, but, after the legendary “And don’t get shagging anyone behind skips this time!”, which wasn’t directed at me, and all of the gossip-fests after work-social events, it was easier-not-to. The ex’s insecurity played into it, he didn’t like to ‘let me out’, he knew he couldn’t physically stop me, but he employed a variety of emotional-control tactics, including complaining about his inability to ‘babysit’ his own son. He was old-school, raised under the impression that women did as they were told. Some might.

‘Not dressing up’ was another one, the ex liked to display me, but then threw tantrums when his mates, or random-others took an interest, not linking the fact that he wanted me to dress like a whore with others assuming I was one. Almost all of my clothes are for practicality, rather than presentation purposes, I’m usually covered-up, to minimise the risk of someone assuming that visible means available. It doesn’t. I’m deliberately not applying for jobs that include customer-facing, because I don’t want the expectation that I’ll wear high heels, and lipstick, I’m perfectly productive without having to ‘dress up’, thank you very much.

I suppose that now, at 40, I’m too ‘old’ to be targeted by the exact-same cohort that plagued my youth. I’ve sailed through my ballsy-bolshy years with very little notable interference. Flipping that out, I suppose I’m differently-vulnerable now, what with the world-in-general assuming that heteronormative co-dependency is the ‘only’ model of normality. “Are you seeing anyone?” “Are you looking?” “Are you bringing anyone with you?” It’s surprising how often I’m asked questions of that nature, the assumption that I can’t be ‘happy’ on my own is offensive, I was profoundly unhappy when I was married. Other-people’s fear of me being ‘left on the shelf’ opens up the worrying prospect that they’ll continue to project perceived-vulnerability onto me. (That’s easily dealt with, I just don’t engage with most people.) I navigated through my teens, twenties, and thirties projecting my balls-of-steel persona, I’m now slightly concerned that being single-and-40 (we’ll leave the disability bit out, that’s just a thing-that-happened) will give some people the idea that I’m anything-will-do desperate enough to acquiesce to advances. I’m not, I’ll continue keeping myself to myself, projecting-untouchable, and being vaguely scary, it’s worked so far.

[kitemist]

switched at birth season 5 episode 10 / series finale thoughts with spoilers

live reactions included.

Overall, I’m almost sobbing like the rest. Goodbye to this show I both hate and learned to love. <3

To be honest, even though I have been shitting on this show since I live reacted every episode of season 5, and some ever since I first saw it on netflix, it was in fact the first show that I bothered to binge a lot on, besides some 1 season anime, I am actually partially unprepared for this. Like, some parts have been nice actually. You got deaf representation(I am aware that it’s not the best, but it’s better than Hush), going into difficult subjects like rape, alcoholism, addiction, death, and trauma, and aside from all the romance, some drama that does in fact make sense and engages the audience into it.The writers may have no idea how deaf people actually work in real life, but the characters feel real aside from that. The camera people may have no consideration for some of the signing scenes, but they have great composition and lighting use other times. The music? Even though that’s not for the deaf audience, it is very engaging and the songs are always great choices. It’s a well made show, with lots of leaks, but it was well constructed.

My own personal experience with the deaf community, with those two sign language classes, seeing a deaf rapper(probably Sean Forbes) in person, going to a deaf convention and everyone still liked my hat and I bought a print from a deaf artist, was amazing. ASL class was instantly my favorite and I made new friends, and picked up new skills. I need to pick up again for sure, I still have the textbooks. It was very unique, and something you can never get from the hearing community. Some things you just DON’T REALIZE are extremely audio centric until you mute everything.

I’ve already been partially flooded with some spoilers thanks to the official twitter. Even though this is the finale, just like any other episode, it needs to chill. It retweets literally everything in their hashtag.

A shot of Daniel Durant? I hope you ALL are coming here. Well, not 100% everyone, but Vanessa Marano did say that a lot of other actors who weren’t working did come that shooting day, and even her sister (who sang an alternate theme song for Miraculous) came along too.

5 years ago? You’re IMMEDIATELY cutting so some things from season 1? That sure can get the flow going. 

Wow, Mom and Regina were sure bitches to each other. Regina being overly modest.

And back to the present without any other transition card.

Yeah, Mom confirms that they were bitches to each other.

This finale was directed by Lea Thompson, who is Mom. She also directed the episode where Alie came along. She is a good director, I’ll give her that. Somewhat.

So is Regina going back to Eric? Fuck.

Of course it would be the Alie pictures, because Emmett couldn’t control composition when it was himself being in front of the camera.

And Dad ruins all the fun. Such as that electric bill.

So Travis is going out again.

Yeah, that disaster which YOU thought of, and FORCE KISSED her, Travis.

Seeing this next shot of Daphne and Iris irritates me, because Daphne claims that Chris took the biggest fall for this cause, giving up the game and getting arrested. But Iris almost died and that was enough to get some big shots to move their asses. Iris gets that award. Not Cocky Chris.

Mingo continues to jump onto race to race. I still think he’s a racist. And an ass. He deserves NOTHING. Maybe you SHOULDN’T have a girlfriend. You shouldn’t have ANYTHING!

Good job coming up front about it.

And now the only conversation you two can have now is about your relationships away from each other.

It’s been what, months or something, and you still are calling her RED. God DAMMIT.

Yeah, how crazy would that be that an ATHLETIC TRAINER and a DOCTOR are going to be together, specifically you two?!

Toby has absolutely nothing aside from music. So Dad is bashing Bay for not having a backup plan for not getting into college that one time, and for not paying her bills, but lets Toby off the hook when he flies off to fuckin ICELAND and getting married, even though the first one tore him apart and the second one, although making less sense than the last one, is having difficulties since they are in the situation of taking care of a child which they have no idea how to do, and learning is hard. And not only that, Toby completely ditched college!!!

“Don’t you worry Eeyore. We’ll find your tail.” <3

Okay, Luca wants to hop onto the ride. From twitter, I know Regina just feels so inclined to tell him because she loves both of them, doesn’t she?!

“Let’s do it.” After thinking about your intense makeout session!?

“Tattooing has a long history of saying ‘screw you’ to society.” This show has never said anything truer and it’s about TATTOOS. You’d expect it to be about, i don’t know, DEAF PEOPLE?

If Bay tattoos a celebrity, then she’ll explode much like badass tattoo lady. Is that the case?

Daphne has a CART but looks to his lips the majority of this scene.

6 week paid internship. The only possibilities are Mingo and Daphne because this show.

THIS IS LITERALLY YOUR FIRST CONVERSATION, MELODY AND REGINA, THIS ENTIRE SEASON!!!

Melody is right. Which Regina isn’t doing because she’s just as if not more impulsive than her daughters.

And first time we’ve seen Melody’s boyfriend. in...forever. And he does not interpret for Regina. Or, doesn’t know to.

Yeah, thanks to neuroplasticity, you excel at all 3. Magically. Along with your magical lipreading.

You don’t like making art with other people, only OF other people. To be fair, that is in fact what photography is. Making art out of other people and other things.

Both of you are lone wolves. Emmett is...well, self-centered but not arrogant or egocentric. Bay is impulsive and can be violent. So you both have to be. But you both are magically compatible because reasons.

Yeah, you need a change. Actually, a lot of these characters can use a change. You’ve been sitting in the same city for 5 years, after all.

You’re gonna mirror this line from 4 seasons ago, from the promo. Also, 5 years ago, you were just as good at acting, Marano.

A second test...?

JOHN KNEW TOO?! THEN WHY--WHAT--WHAT THE FUCK

WHY

Yeah, you read lips TOO WELL.

Well fuck you too

Okay you have masks and it’s pretty audio centric. But you didn’t consider anything else to her face. Is mingo only going to get the job only because he can hear? He SUCKS at school, focusing, pushes his own body too much to care about anyone else’s, and he’s a horrible person!!

First conversation between Daphne and Emmett ever since..season 3? No idea. But it felt longer than just last season.

There’s the neck tattoo. And from this, I guess her disease is magically cured.

Also, how is Emmett taking pictures? You’ll have to crank your ISO so high all your photos would be a sandbox!

Is Dad purposely trying to avoid this conversation? That just confirms it.

Dad is so awkward right now trying to get around this.

And now Travis and Melody. Well, I guess her birthday doesn’t count because it turned out violent.

NATALIE!!! I MISSED YOU

Daniel Durant got kicked out because he was gay, huh?

Yeap.

Awww, season 1 moments. Gold old wilke who cared about making out more than anything else.

UM..THANKS NOELLE?

THANK YOU INDEED

You mean you WERE  in love with someone else. Luca was your boy toy until he unexpectedly came back!

Luca is bashing her for being unloyal to him, while he was lying so many damn times because reasons. Shut the fuck up Luca, no one deserves you anyway.

Hi Mom? ;v;

Yelling in her face because this is what all hearing people do when they have no idea how to deal with deaf people.

Thanks mom ;w;

This is how to be patient with someone with down syndrome huh...hmm.

Kara sort of did this to me, but not in a condescending sort of way. It was a way to quiet me down at Phoenix. Thank you, Kara.

Well, you and Mom did NOT try hard at all. Because Art thief’s big shot dad was too much for you to handle after ONE conversation.

After landing in something she finally wants to do, Travis wants to drag her along because..reasons. and it was Travis's own choice to go to china, not hers.

Well, that’s a stereotype breaker. Down syndrome people can have down syndrome caretakers. Toby’s really nice about that.

First conversation between Daphne and her mom since the racist outfit.

And John couldn’t stand it. Great. He can’t stand ANYTHING!

Yeah, women are tough. Just not you, Regina, partially. Kathryn took no shit at all, while you didn’t let anything good happen to you because you victimized yourself.

Every relationship is different, even in this show. But all of them, in this show, are crap.

What else are you expecting, Mom? You’re quite the digger.

;n; thanks dad.

Bay. What are you doing with this mirrored line.

Come with them, Daniel. It’s a much safer place.

Aw, Toby and Lily. Dorks.

Bay has grown up so much here and I am proud. ;v;

YEAH. THAT FUCKING ACT.

YEAH, FUCK THAT GUY

Will!!! ;v;

wait WHAT

okay...this was the path that grandma wanted angelo to take.

this should have happened SO LONG AGO

yup. hey, daniel. :3

WHAT? PASSING ON GALLAUDET? FOR HIM? ;W;

</3 ;n;

LUCKY YOU BECAUSE THIS IS HOW THAT SHOW WORKS.

Well, You ARE a jerk, no matter what you seem, mingo.

You two are the dumbest.

no you do not.

well. not like daphne had anyone else.

hey, what a spot to meet up at. seems so familiar.

“he was my first love.” i didn’t like this ship, but ;v;

aww, a montage.

OH FUCK THIS, REALLY

Well. Looks like you can be the first good ex’s. In the history of switched at birth. What a nice ending scene for them. See you around.

So many scrapbook pictures...

Hey dad, what do you want.

well, thanks dad.

Regina’s leaving, yup.

Is bay the most shaken up? ;w;

</3 DON’T DO THIS TO ME.

If we never met..well..i would both love it and not like it.

THANKS, PERSISTENT VANESSA MARANO, FOR ALWAYS FINDING YOUR BIRTH PARENTS.

DAD </3

I THINK THE ACTORS ARE ALL CRYING IN REAL LIFE FOR THIS? </3

SHUT UP BAY ;v;

JUST EAT ALREADY--

OKAY, THE COMET.

Let’s all go out now.

Heh. the iconic shot.

We’re all here now.

What a beautiful shot.

</3

Holy SHIT. I didn’t get all the answers I wanted, but this was enough loose ends tied up for me. What a beautiful ending. I couldn’t have asked for a better one even with these loose ends. All our characters are happy, and we can leave off with a good note. Thanks, Switched at Birth. I will and won’t miss you.

I’ll give you 9.4/10.