#how dare you shame me for my hobby

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Excuse me, Mirriam Webster!

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You Will Stop the Wedding! - Malleus Draconia

SUMMARY: YOU were the one being kidnapped by Princess Eliza to marry her. How would he react and how would he save you? With the aggravation of he already having a crush on you.

CHARACTERS: Malleus Draconia x Reader

TAGS: Fluff; GN Reader; Declaration

WORD COUNT: 1.540 words

Riddle Rosehearts / Leona Kingscholar / Azul Ashengrotto / Jamil Viper / Vil Schoenheit / Idia Shroud / Malleus Draconia

Rescuing You - Deuce Spade; Jack Howl; Floyd Leech; Kalim Al-Asim

COMMENTS: What have I done? Why did I commit to writing this? And why did I write so much? Why was I so inspired? There were seven of them! Why do I do this to myself? So yeah, this took me a long time. But I hope it was worth it, for me and for you.

CONTEXT: Someone was kidnapped to marry some ghost princess and might end up turning into a ghost too. And they just found out that someone was you.

Malleus wasn't at the Housewardens meeting, but Lilia was. On the outside, he was surprised and worried. On the inside, he was thinking of a plan to ensure that Malleus wouldn't know about this by any chance!

He tasked Silver and Sebek with ensuring that Malleus remained uninterested in what happened. And if they had to tell him what was going on at school, they could tell him the truth with the exception of the identity of the kidnapped student. They should say it was a random student they didn't know.

But Lilia's plan didn't just include Silver and Sebek, he charged all Diasomnia students to follow the same plan. According to Lilia's orders, there was only one event that would force the students to reveal the identity of the kidnapped student to Malleus: all others failing and he being your only hope.

In this scenario, Lilia would be part of the last group. And while some students tried to rescue you, Malleus was completely indifferent to the situation. After all, it wasn't anything that concerned him much, right?

Knowing that Lilia was part of the volunteers who were trying to save the kidnapped student, he would occasionally ask if anyone knew how things were going. The students told the truth, that it wasn't going very well and they were being petrified one by one. They just couldn't reveal your identity. And Malleus replied that it was a shame, but that he hoped everything would end well, and went back to his tasks and hobbies.

Meanwhile, all the Diasomnia students began to worry more and more, knowing that all the volunteers were failing in your rescue. Sebek complained about how incompetent all the volunteers were, except Lilia. And it would have to be him, in the last group, to solve everything.

But unfortunately, he was wrong. Even Lilia failed and ended up being petrified. Sebek still tried to convince the others to let him try to save you, but there was no time for that. There was only one option, your last hope, and the fear of Dioasmonia at that moment.

Of course, it was Sebek and Silver who were in charge of telling Malleus the truth. Sebek tried to beat around the bushes, even if unconsciously, but Silver knew that would only make things worse, so he simply said:

“I deeply apologize for keeping this information from you from the beginning, but it was father's orders.�� The three of them were the only ones in the room, the other students were too scared of Malleus' reaction. “The kidnapped student is not a person we don't know. The truth is that (Y/N) is the kidnapped student. All the volunteers including father failed and you are the only one who can save them now.”

“WE WILL ACCEPT ANY TYPE OF PUNISHMENT IF YOU WISH, MY LIEGE!” Sebek said and the two knelt in forgiveness in front of Malleus.

A very loud thunder was heard outside and everyone inside the castle felt it. “How dare...” Malleus started to say, but remembered that Silver had said that it was Lilia's plan, so that would have to be resolved later. “Very well. Where are they?”

The moment you feared was getting closer and closer. The wedding had already begun when a storm began to approach. At first the princess didn't pay any attention to it, until the rumble of thunder was so loud that people's voices could barely be heard and she began to get really scared.

The entrance doors didn't simply open, they were slam into the wall, and Malleus slowly entered the ceremony hall. Everyone without exception could feel his terrifying aura.

“I apologize for entering this way into a ceremony to which I was not invited.” He was just being polite, he clearly wasn't sorry in the slightest. He stops. “Well, quite a glittering assemblage, Princess Eliza. Royalty, nobility, the gentry. It's a pity there won't be anything to celebrate.”

The princess says, "Of course there will be! Our wedding." pointing at herself and you.

“Truly?” He walks towards you again only to be stopped by the guards who stand in front of him. He looks at you “Tell me, Child of Man, do you wish to marry Princess Eliza?” he was fully confident that he knew your answer.

You frantically shake your head and say no. What increases Malleus's smirk towards the princess and the guards.

“From my understanding, marriage must be unanimously accepted by both people in the couple. So if (Y/N) doesn't want to marry you, there will be no marriage. Correct?”

The princess starts defending herself, saying that you still don't know what you want, but that after you get married you will see that you love her... But her speech is quickly interrupted by the rumble of thunder outside. And by the shudder that the building felt with them.

“With all due respect, princess, but your desires and illusions don't matter to me. You will release (Y/N) and give up on the marriage.” The guards prepare and attack Malleus to defend the princess. “Fools. All of you.”

In an instant, Malleus takes out all the guards with practically no effort. And when the last guard turns into a giant ghost, the same happens to him, defeated by Malleus without much effort.

“Oh no! Noooo!” The princess screams. “No, no, no...”

“You lost all your guards, princess.” Malleus continues. “It pains me to make such a cruel request, but the choice is yours. Either you release (Y/N) peacefully now or...”

“PUFFY!” The princess "runs" towards the ghost that Malleus has just defeated.

Malleus himself is confused, but he lets whatever was going on happen. The rest, you already know, they have a conversation in which they realize that they actually love each other and the princess ends up marrying the guard.

Malleus undid the paralyzing effect of the princess's slap and let the others deal with the rest of the problem, while he took you away from there without anyone noticing. He picked you up bridal style and disappeared with you. You appear in front of the entrance to Ramshackle Dorm and he sets you down on the ground.

“Are you well, (Y/N)?” Malleus asks you. “Did the princess mistreat you?”

You tell him that, other than the kidnapping, she didn't hurt you, and that you're okay, just still a little scared about everything that happened.

“Forgive me for not showing up sooner.” His voice became softer, more apologetically. “I was unaware that the student who had been kidnapped was you. The truth is that Lilia ordered everyone to keep that information from me.” He was a little upset when he said this last part.

You try to reassure him by saying that Lilia certainly had a good reason for doing that and that the others were not to blame, they were just following his orders, believing it would be the best for everyone.

He smiled. “Even after everything that happened to you today, you still want everything to be resolved peacefully. How wonderful.” He looks at you fondly. “You should be more careful. If you continue to show how charming you are, there may be more people who want to kidnap you for marriage. The kidnapping is undoubtedly outrageous, but I cannot blame them for wanting someone like you by their side for the rest of their lives. Or their afterlife.” He sees that you were flattered, maybe you even blushed.

“You look beautiful in those clothes.” He continues. “Would you like to get married in them or would you like something different?” You ask, surprised, why he was asking that. “I like to know more about you. And, who knows..." He smirks "maybe it will be relevant information for the future.”

He returns to a neutral and slightly more serious face. “I should reveal this to you (Y/N). When I found out that the kidnapped student was you, I felt a tightness in my chest. I felt such wrath that I wanted to hit everyone responsible with lightning and blow them off the face of Twisted Wonderland. At first I thought I only felt this way because someone who was very dear to me was kidnapped. But when I saw you at the altar I realized that it wasn't just that. It was also because... I... was jealous. Of the princess, I mean. The voice of whatever was pressing on my heart told me that I was the one who should be there with you! So, I need to know...” He approaches you and looks at you with bright eyes undecided whether they should reflect hope or apprehension. “Could it be that you might feel the same for me?”

You tell him yes and tell him how you feel about him. And once again he shows you that charming smile of his, the kind of smile of absolute joy that he can't hide. He grabs you by the waist and spins you in the air before hugging you with your feet still unable to touch the ground. He wanted to have your face close to his so he could kiss your lips.

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[yandere-kokeshi]

I remember you posted that you write alien vs predator now, so if possible could you write something about a yandere yautja x chubby!f!reader??? Like maybe she accidentally witnessed some them hunting on earth but as they were going to kill her another yautja grabbed her and ran or fought the others, he’s usually content just watching but she was threatened and he couldn’t stay away…. Or even just headcanons about them and what they’d be like as a partner

Sorry🫣

— Yandere Yautja with a female! chubby mate

Warnings: yandere behavior, talks about chubby reader, and yautja stuff.

A/N: I changed it up a bit and decided to write headcanons about having a darling who is chubby. I hope that’s alright :)

In his planet, or rather culture, female Yautja have a naturally larger and masculine build: muscular thighs, fit hands that’ll be thrown at anybody, and a good athletic build. But, since the day he saw you and touched you? He died at the second, and swore to protect you to all the Gods. And ensuring, you’d be his by the end of the night. 

To get it easy — he sees no issue with your size. Generally sees you as a ‘plushy’ and more huggable, there’s nothing wrong with that. 

But if he senses you being sad over your weight, he clicks in annoyance. How dare you insult yourself like that? Within seconds, he hikes you up on his shoulders by one hand, showing you that weight doesn’t mean a thing to him, so nor should you care. 

It’s no surprise that Yautja’s love heat, and your beloved mate sees you as a heat source. He has to be touching you at every given moment, muzzling his face deeper into your belly rolls as you two sleep in. 

Finds your stretch marks remarkable. Scars are a symbol of strength, and are praised highly in the culture and with your lovely Yautja, he views them as a form of scars. 

Handsy to a capitalized H, and doesn’t know a thing of personal space. Your skin is so warm and soft, his paws squishing and handling you is his favorite hobby. Adores the scent you have, and uses your thighs as pillows. 

Generally would love for you to go naked in the house. Nudity isn’t a source of shame in yautja culture, so he’d be confused if he sees you embarrassed. In all, he admires and wishes for the day to come; imagining himself pulling your clothes off, chirping and clicking in excitement as his hand covers your hips and addicting curves. 

Very protective, and whilst that’s guaranteed with his aggressive stance, it’s mustered up a bit because of how gorgeous you are. He’s convinced that if any other ‘ooman, or yautja, sees you – they might get attracted and try to steal you away. He’s ready to fight and tear off limbs if must. Possessive to its finest. 

Treats you with the finest things he can find and cook. He cooks you amazing food, ones that leave your mouth salivating, and wakes you up with breakfast in bed; admiring your sleep figure and messy hair from awakening. 

Loves to dress you up in clothes, especially if it’s in pelts that he hunted for you. Admires looking at you from behind, smiling like he’s made the day, and stares you down like a mad-man. You’re just so cute, ‘ooman.

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Final Tribute

husband!aemond x reader

summary: your husband always carried himself with a cold indifference outside of your bed chambers. you were determined to break him.

warnings: smut, slight voyeur, mean aemond, desperate reader, humiliation kink?,

MDNI

since marrying the prince regent, one of your favorite hobbies is to try to rile your husband. he always dropped the cool facade he crafted behind closed doors. however, his stoic demeanor never wavered as soon as he left your shared chambers.

thus, you set a precedent to finally crack your husband.

tonight presented itself as a golden opportunity for such endeavors.

you made a point to avoid him prior to dinner, knowing how annoyed he would be at your evasion.

when you arrived to the family affair, quite tardy at that, you made sure to dress in a gown you knew aemond would disapprove. breasts spilling out of the bodice, you dared to add a touch of sparkly powder to your collarbones to draw extra attention to them.

satisfied with your appearance, you waltzed into the banquet room, carefully evading the piercing gaze shot at you from across the room.

strolling past the seat next to your husband, you opted to place yourself next to ser cristin cole.

this was be an easy feat, you giggled internally. the lord commander known for his lustful hobbies.

however hard he tried to be respectful of the prince’s lady wife, his eyes couldn’t help but drink in the sight of your indecent attire.

a bolt of excitement shot through you as you could practically feel the heat radiating from your husband. your actions, while to most minute, were monumental in his eyes.

not only had you failed to greet him properly and sit beside him, but your choice of dress was more befitting of as a whore from the Street of Silk than his royal wife.

you knew your behavior was risky to say the least, however your lust to breach your husbands exterior clouded your better judgement.

the final straw was you laughing boisterously at a remark from ser cristin, daring to go so far as to lean over and flirtatiously smack his arm.

the chatter was brought to a halt at the startling bang of aemond slamming his fist on the table. slowly turning from ser cristin to meet his gaze, you could barely suppress the smirk that appeared.

he noted the smug satisfaction on your face. you were met with matching smirk and a sense of unease washed over you. the tension in the room grew thick, and you could feel it begin to seep through your skin.

you wish to play this game with me dear wife? you could hear the unspoken words as a darkness consumed his pupils.

lifting his goblet, he commanded the attention of everyone in the room. his attention fixated on you as a predator would to its prey. admiring his meal, drinking in the sound of your sporadic heartbeat before going in for the kill. the dominance he emitted shot straight to your dampening core.

as if he could smell your arousal, his eyes trailed down your exposed form.

“shijetra issa, issa ābrazȳrys vestragon naejot emagon ojūdan zȳhon se jorrāelagon issa. īlon jāhor sagon return naejot pryjagon adere.”

(forgive me, my wife seems to have forgotten herself and requires my immediate attention. we will return on the morrow to break fast.)

your eyes bulged as you began to grasp his words and the reality that half in attendance spoke high valyrian. those same eyes looked over at you with a degree of shock and horror as embarrassment washed over you.

all you could do was sit frozen as your husband sauntered over to your seat, looming behind your chair to whisper,

“iksos bisa skoros ao jeldan, issa ābrazȳrys? māzigon.” all it took was a light touch of his fingers on your chin for you to obediently meet his gaze.

(is this what you wanted, my naughty wife. Come.)

depite the shame at your indecent actions, yo couldn’t help but feel aroused at your husband’s brazen words.

you thanked the gods for the dynamic between you and your lord husband. he craved your submission as much as you craved relinquishing control to him. desperate to please each other, you were never left unsatisfied when you found yourselves under the sheets.

with a firm grip, he led you out of the room and towards your chambers. in a futile attempt to compose yourself, you rubbed your thighs together as all the scenarios of what was to come swarmed your conscience.

as soon as the doors closed behind you, he pushed you against it, crowding your space and gripping your hip with a bruising force.

“you have forgotten your place, dear wife. what would your mother and father think, if they saw how desperate their little girl was that she’d act like a whore to get her husbands attention?”

he pushed his knee between your legs, creating a delicious friction against your core. lost in the heady headspace aemond was pulling you into, you whined pathetically and began to rub yourself against his leather pants.

aemond knew how far gone you were. he grinned as he looked deeply in your eyes and saw how dilated your pupils were. not a single thought in that pretty little head but my cock, he mused to himself.

he allowed you to continue your ministrations, cooing at his dear wife reduced to a desperate cock slut. humping on his leg like a bitch in heat, a small of drool left your lips as he gripped your neck and hold you in place.

your arousal drenched through your small clothes and stockings, effectively ruining them and his trousers.

he knew you were close to peak, as he wrenched his knee from your center and threw you over your shoulder. you whined and went to reach your center and relieve yourself of the throbbing between your legs.

he gripped your hands in one of his, nearing your martial bed.

“if you desire my cock, you needn’t act like a whore, sweet girl. I will always make time to fill you with my seed, hm?”

a little short ik, this scenario popped into my brain and needed to document it, enjoy!

- alice

[hyperlexichypatia]

At some point I have to unpack and describe the specific intersection of factors that led to my specific experiences with food shaming (and all related topics like sizeism, ableism, neurobigotry, healthism, ageism, etc).

As a a fat, autistic, ARFID-ite who's consistently been treated as younger than I am, and with scandalously non-abusive parents (how dare they vaguely accept me as I am without beating me into submission!), a lot of the food shaming I've experienced in my life was based on treating me more as a "spoiled child" than as a "fat woman," even after I was clearly the latter.

Food with my extended family or parents' friends or anyone older than myself was always a site of shaming how spoiled I was, how overly permissive my parents were, how rude I was for not eating what I was served (specifically for that -- I wasn't actually doing any "rude things" like commenting negatively on the food, demanding alternate food, or anything like that! But simply not eating what I was served, as a Young Person, was "rude".)

I was also heavily desexualized and somewhat degendered, so it wasn't "You're an unsexy woman because you're fat and ugly, not thin and sexy like a woman should be," it was "You're a spoiled brat picky eater who needs a spanking." Up through age. Like. 24.

And I realize, please believe me, I am very well aware of what an incredibly privileged problem this is. I was stigmatized because my parents weren't abusive? What kind of problem is that? Everyone else was dealing with actual problems, like actual abusive parents!

So my point isn't to complain about my problems, it's to say that food-shaming takes many forms. I was reminded of that when I saw an otherwise good, innocuous post about getting along with family at Thanksgiving, that included something about "Don't ask teens if they have a boyfriend/girlfriend, ask them about their hobbies, or what they're most looking forward to on their plate!" and I was suddenly filled with anxiety, because, no, don't do that. If you had asked Teenage Me what I was most looking forward to on my plate, I would have assumed that you were admonishing me for only having two foods on it, lecture me about how I can't have dessert if I don't eat my vegetables, nagging me to "Just try it," and possibly throwing in some remark about "Back in my day, if we didn't eat what we were told, we got a whipping!" Questions about my nonexistent love life would have been comparatively less fraught.

Don't comment on people's food choices. Don't comment on kids' food choices. Don't comment on teens' food choices. Don't comment on adults' food choices. Don't comment on people's food choices.

Don't ask teens if they have a boyfriend/girlfriend either, although, if that tradition must continue, I'd at least like to add age balance to it. If you ask a 15 year old if she has a boyfriend, she should legally be allowed to ask you how your divorce is coming.

[judysxnd]

Hi love

Can you write a jealous pedro for us? Maybe one when they run into reader's ex

Hiii, thanks for your request!

Before I start, I just want to say something. I’ve been receiving more requests, and I’m so happy and thankful for that!! But it also gives me a lot of anxiety as I pressure myself to write as fast as possible so that you won’t wait too long. Also, as I rarely like what I write, I’m also scared, and it makes me more anxious to write about the requests (it is very challenging).

I used to take requests when I was writing on Wattpad about teen wolf, and it got very overwhelming and eventually I had to stop writing, because it was really too much for me. As I don’t want to do the same thing here, I am going to take it slow. I will write all the requests I have, but, I will take my time, and I will write first the ones that inspires me the most, and not in the order I received them. I hope you will understand. I really really appreciate all your comments, the requests you make, you have very good ideas. I am truly thankful, you don’t even know how happy it makes me. But, I already struggle a lot in my everyday life, so I’m trying to take it easy on the only hobby I have, because this is the only one that I have left (and I don’t want to lose this one). I really appreciate you, thank you!!

Okay let’s get to the good part now!

(Y/e/n) = your ex’s name

Well well well, guess who doesn’t like what I just wrote? Yep, it’s me. I like the ending but not the rest of it. I struggled a little with that one. I actually struggle writing about jealousy, I don’t really know why! Hope you like it either way!

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Flashback

Music blasting, drinking beers, randomly singing and sometimes dancing, you both ended up talking on the couch around midnight. As you’re both very comfortable with each other and after drinking at least three beers, you can talk about everything. You were talking about all the great things that happened this year after the terrible year you had just before.

“What do you think our exes would say if they were seeing us right now?” You asked laughing.

“Oh- they would be so maaad” he laughed

“Right? Like I think he would be so jealous because I managed to get my shit together without him”

“Hell yeah, I think she would be jealous of our relationship”

“Oh yeah! Like we both have different interests in our careers but it doesn’t interfere with our relationship, like we don’t have to break up for that” you said sarcastically

“Agreed” you high-five and laugh “I remember she didn’t like that I was putting myself and my career first” he paused “but we both do it now so shame on her” you both burst out laughing

“I’m legitimately curious to know where they are at right now, like, did karma take care of them?” You both laughed again

“Yeah no, it’s too much drama I’d say”

“Agreed, breaking up when everything is fine can only bring him drama”

“Wait” he looked at you

“Yep, we were in love but he wanted to break up because he wanted to work in this big firm at the other end of the country and I may add that he didn’t even want to try here”

“What do you mean here?”

“I don’t remember the name of the firm but it’s here too. But he wanted to go in New-York, not even talking about it to me, not even asking me if I wanted to go with him, nothing”

“Damn”

“I’m glad we broke up”

“Cheers to that”

You spent the rest of the night talking about random stuff, imagining what your life would be if you were not actors, trying to create a fictional world, making a list of your favorite movies and songs, really doing random things.

End of flashback

“Pedro come on we’re going to be late for the movie!”

“We’re so not” he said arriving next to you

“It’s starts at nine and it’s.. eight thirty”

“and.. we have at least to drive twenty minutes”

“I’m good to go” he laughed

“Okay, I put my shoes on and let’s go”

“And who’s not ready right now?” You both laughed

“Don’t you dare” you pointed at him, laughing

After almost twenty minutes, you arrived at the theater.

“See? We’re on time” Pedro teased as you both entered. He put his hand on your shoulder as he let you come inside first, holding the door for you.

“You got lucky”

“Sure sure”

“Should we buy some popcorns?” You asked

“Oh yeah!”

“You buy the tickets and I buy the popcorns, deal?”

“Deal. And take two, don’t want you eating everything” you pretended to be offended.

You were waiting in line to buy popcorn when you heard a voice calling you.

“Y/n?” You turned around to see the infamous (y/e/n). You were surprised, and not happily surprised.

“(Y/e/n)? What are you doing here?”

“Going to watch a movie, I think that’s what we all are doing here” he joked. It didn’t make you laugh.

“No- I meant, what are you doing here in LA?”

“Oh yeah, well I came back a year ago, it didn’t really work in New York so they transferred me here” you couldn’t believe what you just heard. He threw your relationship away for literally nothing.

“Oh”

“And what about you?”

“Well, I finally made it in my acting career”

“Oh that’s great, congrats” he said. He seemed surprised, like it wasn’t true.

“Thanks”

“and.. do you have anyone.. right now?” You stared at him for a few seconds.

“Yes”

“Oh.. that’s good, that’s good” there was a brief moment of silence. “You’ve been together for-”

“None of your business” he stared at you, confused

“Well.. I’m glad to see you you know, it’s been a while.” He smiled, getting a little closer to you. You couldn’t believe what he was doing. “Maybe we could go grab a drink sometime? To catch up?” He said holding your hand. You were staring at his movements, not believing what was happening.

You didn’t see Pedro arriving next to you. He got really confused when he saw the scene happening in front of him. Jealousy was forming with a little bit of anger.

“What’s going on?” He asked, looking at the both of you. You immediately removed your hand. Yes finally, you thought to yourself.

“Hm.. Do you remember my ex we talked about a few times? Well there he is..” you said faking your happiness.

“Hi. You are?” Your ex asked to Pedro which made him laughed. He obviously knew him, but decided to go on that road and pretend not to.

“I’m her boyfriend” Pedro said angrily, putting his arm around your shoulders.

“Oh so you’re the one okay. How long have you been together?” He asked, only looking at you.

“More than a year now” Pedro answered making your ex looking at him

“Wow okay” he was shocked

“Well I wish I could say it was good to meet you, but we have to go” Pedro quickly said before you ex had the chance to say something else. Standing in front of him made Pedro feel so angry. He knew the story, what happened between the two of you, and the fact that he had the balls to try again after almost two years was unacceptable. How could he think that he had a chance again?

“Hm can I talk to you for a second before you go?” He asked to you, grabbing your arm, trying to pull you away from Pedro.

“Nope, I’m sorry, I can’t let you touch her” Pedro said, removing your ex’s arm from yours

“Who do you think you are?” You had to stop Pedro from slapping him. He was about to take him down.

“Okay I’m both stopping you right here” you said. “Pedro, he is not worth it.” You said, putting your hand on his stomach, trying to calm him down and to prevent him for making a mistake. “As for you” you said turning to face your ex. “I cannot believe you have the balls to ask me out again. No no. I cannot believe you have the balls to even talk to me again! After what you’ve done! You really think I want to do anything with you?” Your ex tried to talk, but you stopped him. “I don’t want to hear anything. Just stay away from me” you grabbed Pedro’s hand and left, going to actually watch the movie you came for.

You entered the room, sat down in the back, in the middle. There were not that many people with you. Your heart was racing, and Pedro saw that. He put his hand on your thigh.

“You okay?” He asked you

“Yeah, yeah.. didn’t expect that for sure” you joked

“Yeah me neither. I can’t believe that” he said now looking at the screen. You were looking at Pedro very thoroughly. You saw the anger on his face, how he was trying to contain himself not to get up and slap your ex.

“You’re jealous”

“Hm?” He now looked at you. “What?”

“Don’t pretend you’re not” you smiled

“No- I didn’t hear what you said”

“You’re jealous” he was confused

“What like that’s suppose to be surprising?” You didn’t expect his reaction, it made you laugh. “I come back to you to see your ex, standing in front of you, actually touching you and trying to get back with you! Like I shouldn’t be jealous!”

“I didn’t say it was a bad thing” you joked, grabbing his hand “that’s actually pretty hot” he smirked. “But.. can we forget about that and enjoy our movie?”

“Yes please” he said, getting comfortable in his chair. You got as closer as you could to him, still holding his hand and putting your head on his shoulder.

[quillyfied]

Real talk for a minute because I fucking need this:

I’ve been a fandom nerd since age eight. Formalized when I first got online at age thirteen. My first real fandom was Harry Potter. It was my personality. It was everything. It introduced me to the fantasy genre, which I still haven’t really left. It made me want to be a writer. It made me realize there are stories inside of me that I want to share, that I hope touch someone else as deeply as Harry Potter touched me. Brain chemistry-altering type stuff. Loving Harry Potter is the only thing that extended family members who don’t really know me anymore remember about me. An ornament gifted years ago from an aunt who died suddenly. Thousands of words of writing. Hundreds of hours talking about it with friends and family. Toys, stickers, notebooks, clothes, gifts from others and some bought with money I shouldn’t have spent but did because it made me happy. Core childhood memories with people I don’t talk to anymore but remember so fondly.

It took a long time to be okay with tucking away my Harry Potter things. I disagreed with JKR’s political stances the second I heard them, but I held out hope for longer than I should have. I went through the very real shame and guilt and agony of something so foundational to my sense of self having to become a private, nostalgic sort of sad love instead of the loud, joyous proclamation it had been for years. It took a long time to be okay with losing the connection it brought with other strangers who also loved this story like I do and the giddiness of common ground and common excitement with other human beings. I’m still not okay with how something I still have so much love for is now an indicator of a person’s moral quality. I’m not okay with how my love makes me sad and uncomfortable instead of happy.

I’m a fandom nerd. It’s my biggest hobby and my biggest escape and coping mechanism. In May 2019, the thriving and small Dice Camera Action fandom exploded and then crumbled because of the show’s players’ interpersonal dramas, which in turn exploded and then crumbled me. Fully took out a pillar of my mental health. I learned a lot about parasocial relationships and my own relationship with them, about the dangers of them despite their very normal and common advent.

July 2019, I found Good Omens.

You can infer the pattern: brain chemistry-altering love, thousands of words of fanfic, more money than I had sometimes spent on stickers and plushes and shirts. Creating my very first cosplay, hours and hours talking about it with friends, some very fulfilling new creative relationships. A story that gave me hope, that felt True in the way that all great stories feel when they hit the right emotional chords. I’ve found new stories since then, but Good Omens remains an anchor that found me during a time I desperately needed it.

July 6, 2024.

Real people are more important than fandom. Obviously. I don’t think that’s ever truly in question.

But goddammit, fandom is people, too. Fandom is community. It’s the driving dopamine-sharing communal experience that has shaped my life for twenty years now. There is something in me that pushes back against the idea that the stories that have shaped and affected me so deeply must now be cast aside because their creators are unworthy, and at the same time, I have a hard time enjoying art knowing something on this magnitude taints it. It’s almost religious, in a way; avoid the appearance of evil, cast aside the unclean thing, repent for the sin of loving something made by a bad person.

Fuck you, my love doesn’t require repentance, art and artist can have some degree of separation and what I do and enjoy is nobody’s business.

Fuck you, how dare you give even verbal support to a monster by giving their work, and by extension them, the gift of your attention.

I don’t know how I’m going to handle this one yet, because the situation is more complex than JKR’s. There is still information coming out (more victims coming forward, I think more journalistic investigations under way), and Good Omens wasn’t just NG’s work, not the book and not the show. I’m in mourning. A little stuck and paralyzed. I’m not ready to put away and privatize another love that gave me such joy to be open and proud of. I resent the feeling that I need to or I will not be a Good Person.

In the meantime the bills need paid and my antidepressants need taken.

[werewolveswithdiaries]

it baffles me how splitting can take our minds and actions to insufferable and regrettable decisions, and to make us not recognise ourselves not even in the slightest.

one morning you can feel on the top of the world, adoring how your make up and clothes look on you, jokingly scolding yourself for not appreciating your beauty more.

then a minor inconvenience happens, or there isn't even something present to trigger it. tears start falling down your face and you start hitting and scratching your face: how can i be so utterly ugly? shame fills in all your spores, you want to stay hidden, you cannot deal with being seen or perceived.

you can put your loved one on a pedestal, lurking around them non-stop, never stopping telling them how much you value and love them. you cannot get enough time of them and smile at their smile, at their voice, at their presence.

now something is slightly off. you can feel the flaming rage building from your toes to your head: i hate, i hate you, i hate you! you want nothing more but for them to be gone, wondering if you should ask for god's forgiveness when you vividly picture their death or downfall - you want the worst to happen to them because they brought you to your worst state.

but what they have done? why i am even mad? please, come back ...

this new hobby or study course or sport is your entire identity now, you cannot stop chattering about it and how much you re gonna strive, how you re gonna be the best in it, damn it, in no time you ll be a famous actress or painter or gamer or psychologist and everyone will adore you.

you cannot even touch what you have started. it s gotten to the point it pains to even see the objects or goals there and you want nothing more with it, it does not represent you, you feel so disconnected.

now what i am doing with my time? boredom is intolerable and usually makes you so uncomfortable.

oh, my favourite person texted me! hearts emoji, hearts emoji. they are being dry in the next texts. i should fucking break off this relationship, i dislike them so so much.

you catch a glance in the mirror. i do not need them or anyone, i am absolutely stunning.

… but i am not. beautiful girls and boys don t get dry texts. self harm is now playing on your mind: to ruin this atrocious body, maybe even make them regret they dared to not be as excited as you when you talked.

you see the wounds and laugh. you start dancing around and humming your favourite song because life is great and nothing does matter! they do not matter, achievements don t matter! you can be happy in your bubble and do nothing!

...

...

why am i like this?

[mimidoesroleplay]

okay

so

stripper genma

i thought of both, modern au and canon au, and i think both would fit

it could be for money alone- pay the college bills, survive the semesters, and drink. drink a lot. genma isn't one to leave his needs as he calls them (re: desires) just cause he is short on money. nah, he would work 3 jobs if needed to do whatever the urges want him to do

and although he is used to look down on prostitution, pole dancing and strippers as a teen; a young adult genma realises... it's just another means for money. it's just a job. and... if needed he wouldn't mind it much

plus it's safer as a man anyways. cruel, wrong and dark as it is.

it could also be because.... genma wants to. he just wants to. he went with his friends once. drunk and not in his senses much. went there, saw girls dancing their heart out and embracing their femininity on the poles and he was in awe. one thing was just how hot they looked. the other was, if they looked hot why shouldn't he try it too?

the girls welcomed him with open arms, open legs more like, and he gave it a shot. in public, in front of all patrons and his friends. and even though his pants ripped, he enjoyed himself a lot

fuck social norms. he is gonna be a stripper. and he became a damn successful one at that

7 p.m., after classes and a good nap he would arrive on his bike. parking it in the staff parking lot he'd make his way with an unlit cigarette into the premises. only to be told, "genma, what did i tell you?"

"that you wanna meet me in one of the rooms?" lazy smirk on his lips. the lady shook his head, a small smile playing on her two lips.

"take that thing out of your mouth. no cigarettes."

genma changed into clothes that don't rip at the seams with the way his legs spread wide and he arches his back.

his hair looked particularly good in the light; open and down. he tightened his core and his legs. with a grip strong as that of a gorilla. the girls there helped him a lot, they were nice. except a few, they were bitches.

a few days in he realised, there was a couple guys here too! though very few in comparison to the ladies.

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and if we talk about canon au. hm, curiosity is the only thought that comes to my mind now. oooor how about one of the jonins take him there? they work there too.👀 no one said you can't have two jobs? two interests. though the ninjas are paid well enough, dancing is a hobby too! or could it be a dare during one of the nights at the bar with his jonin friends. a dare turned realisation. that's his calling!

there doesn't necessarily has to be shame. but there could be. depends on your interpretation of how liberal konoha is. i like to think in my delusional, nice world, that everyone's cool unlike people in real world. i would like him to rope kakashi into it. that'd be so funny. but i digress. that's probably never gonna happen. kakashi'd rather die.

what do you guys think! im so interested in listening to your opinions!!

[yourlocaltrashcan657]

Mental Health AU! Yandere! Attack on Titan x Female Reader

Chapter 7- Meeting Reiner

Warning: Reiner is kinda a perv so if you don’t enjoy that type of stuff then you can skip this this chapter but if there are any Erwin simps you might wanna read it.

Walking down the hallway, Y/N looked into her file (that Hange handed her) to see her next patients name. Reiner Braun. Opening the door, Erwin had suddenly arrived. 

“Y/N, sorry I’m late. I ran into a little problem during break.” Erwin explained before turning to Hange. “Sorry to bother you Hange, you can leave now.”

”It’s nothing Erwin, besides I got to properly talk to Y/N!” Hange replied. “I’ll see you later then. Bye Y/N!”

Y/N waved goodbye and turned to walk into the room only to be stopped by Erwin. She looked at him confused.

”What’s wrong, Sir?” Y/N asked concerned.

”This patient is quite.. dangerous. His figure is quite taller than you so i think it’s best if I come in with you.” Erwin said calmly.

”I looked into his file and read his description. It’s all fine, sir. I think I can handle it but thank you.” Y/N explained before smiling warmly at him.

“Yeah.” A deep voice called out. “Leave the pretty girl with me Erwin.”

Y/N looked back to see Reiner, who had been handcuffed and sat at his desk which was in the middle of the small room just like Levi’s.

“I’ll be waiting outside then.. be careful Y/N.” Erwin said.

Walking in, Y/N sat opposite of Reiner to see him smirking and looking up and down at her.

”Reiner. I’m Y/N L/N and I’ll be your permanent doctor. Since it’s our first time meeting I’d like to get to know you. Tell me anything like your hobbies, family or friends.” Y/N said as she covered herself.

”God your so innocent, y’know that?” Reiner playfully asked.

”I’d like to get to know you so please refrain from commenting about me.” Y/N said sternly yet continued to smile.

”You wanna know more about me? Alright.” Reiner said before smirking mischievously and leaning forward towards Y/N.

”I like my woman like you. Pretty, innocent yet daring, beautiful and gorgeous!~” he said before leaning back and letting out a small moan.

”I’ll be taking my leave now. I really thought I could've gotten to know you.” Y/N said getting up and hiding her face to prevent showing the pink tint spread across her face.

Walking forward, Y/N heard Reiner humming and turned around to see him placing his hand under the table. He was soothing something and let out more moans.

“God you have a great ass y’know?” Reiner slurred out.

Y/N turned around to face him and covered her rear end in embarrassment. Her face was covered in even more pink tint than before. She walked over to him and leaned over the desk with a stern look.

”R-Reiner. If you don’t stop this I’ll leave.” Y/N said. “I mean it!”

He looked at Y/N’s chest and moaned before she quickly stepped back and covered her chest.

”Thats a shame. I couldn’t wait to get outta here and take us to a nice house, gotten married, have ya carry my kids sooner or later and how everyone would hear you scream my name or moan as my dick would-“

”Gaah! Stop it!” Y/N said quickly dashing out the door, cheeks red only to bump into Erwin’s chest. He quickly helped her stand properly and realised what had happened.

”Y/N, you can get to lunch now.. wouldn’t want to be late now would you?” Erwin asked.

”R-right.” Y/N said before rushing off.

Erwin walked in to see Reiner in daze until he turned to look at the Doctor and back at the ceiling.

”Hey Eyebrows. Did you see that pretty girl run out?” Reiner said before sitting up. 

“What about her?” Erwin grumbled while gritting his teeth.

”Agh!~ I plan on marrying her. God she’s just so-“ Reiner began to say.

”Beautiful?” Erwin interrupted.

Reiner turned to look at him confused but soon realised and smirked at the tall man. 

“How’d you know what I was gonna say? Ya like her as well?” Reiner asked playfully.

Erwin made his way to Reiner and slammed his hands on the table and leaned forward to look at Reiner in anger, not scaring the patient in the slightest.

”So what if I do? Sure you’re tall, muscular and handsome but you’re stupid. You couldn’t get to her if you even tried because your locked up.” Erwin said.

Reiners mood shifted to annoyed and glared at Erwin deeply.

”And look at me. I’m rich, successful and I have a big house to keep her in. You have nothing.” Erwin stated before leaving and closing the door.

No one would get in Reiners way. No one. He just had to have her, in that nice house, as his housewife and mother of the children they would soon have. Yes. She would be his wife-to-be.

[bellaaldamas]

Back when I was active on my old accounts here (before deleting them all and vowing to never come back but the joke's on me) I knew Tumblr was a heinously ableist site (as was it's girlboss idea of "feminism", only accessible for women and girls with physical, mental, learning and neurological ability privilege). I accepted it because we do not live in a perfect world, people will be misguided and uninformed, some of said people are not incurable, devil incarnate bigots but simply ignorant; and it is your responsibility to curate your social media experience and surround yourself with intelligent individuals. If you depend on social media OR mainstream media for representation you're in for stress and disappointment and that's exactly why one has to always maintain a healthy distance from it.

However, it is almost fascinating to see how pseudo-progressive culture on here has not changed one bit. It is still the modern Disney-esque "feminism" about how it is woman's job to not be a "hormonal moron" who dares to exercise her romantic and sexual agency by expressing her feelings and acting on them (according to said Disney/Frozen-esque feminism, she is making a "perfect victim" out of herself and allows more intellectual and creative men than her shallow and airheaded self to easily take advantage of her "desperation for love"). Tumblr is also still disgustingly ableist, with new disability erasing trends becoming prevalent here.

One of the newer "feminist" trends is the "get a hobby" one, delivered in a condescending, holier than thou manner and completely removing disabled and/or neurodivergent women from the equation.

It is the good old "not like other girls" misogyny but in a "progressive" form. To be worthy of being acknowledged as a human being deserving of basic respect a woman HAS to be writing a novel, painting daily, studying programming and coding, making sculptures that could rival the immortal classics - and that's called a "feminist" alternative to "bimbos who do nothing all day, binge shows and only care about make up".

Needless to say, the people who subscribe to this trend know they are excluding disabled women entirely. They know that for women with physical, mental and learning disabilities most of the "popular/acceptable" hobbies like novel writing and content creation are simply either inaccessible or not rewarding enough to produce the necessary dopamine and energy to keep on with them. But progressives still find brand new "feminist" ways to dehumanize us because "progressive culture" enables it.

Speaking as someone who used to write novels and poems and draw in the past: I, as a disabled woman, have exactly zero hobbies right now. All the writing and drawing are yesterday's news for me and will remain there until the day I die. I've gotten older, my disabilities became worse and more energy consuming and I have neither time nor emotional/mental resource to practice activities that, no matter how much effort I dedicate to them, I will never excel at.

The harsh truth is that if you have limitations or lack a natural talent you will end up with a burn out and with modest or even outright terrible results.

The "progressives" will use a classic bigoted rhetoric of "if X famous disabled person could do it and become a worldwide sensation there is no excuse for you to not try" in order to shame you. But, young ones, don't fall for that. It's just a "progressive" version of "marginalized people only have themselves to blame for not being successful".

Because the fact is that the overwhelming majority of us will never excel or succeed at writing, drawing or learning graphic and other programs to a degree that would allow us to compete with able minded and able bodied people. Some, as mentioned above, do have a natural talent (and a high functioning form of disability) which would make them an exception that only proves the rule. But most of us will invest ten or even thousand times more time and energy into learning than able people would, only to get little to no pay off. And it is perfectly fine if you say "to hell with it, I'm just going to watch movies all day instead".

It does not make one less valid (regardless of gender) to give up on a hobby or activity because it no longer brings them the satisfaction of achievement (especially when there has been no achievement to beging with). Go ahead and do that make up because you'll look in the mirror and smile when you see your face. Go ahead and flirt with that person you think is hot because you only live once. Go ahead and binge watch Sailor Moon and love Usagi for her love of sweets and refusal to conform to the idea she has to sacrifice herself for the Greater Good TM in order to "grow up" and hate the narrative for constantly shaming her for that because media hates women and will always hate women.

Go and do what makes you feel good and if you ever consider coming back to your hobby/hobbies, do it not at the expense of your mental or physical health but because you want it.

[hardly-an-escape]

🦷🍄 for the ask game! <3

🦷 ⇢ share some personal wisdom or a life hack you swear on

it's kind of a cliché, but the older I get, the less I care about what other people think of me, and the more free I feel.

like, of course I want people to like me. I want people to think I'm a good person, that I'm generous and kind. the important things. but superficial stuff? the way I dress, or what my body or hair looks like? the books or music or TV I like, or my hobbies, or my fandoms? I do that shit for me.

I cut my own hair. I had a buzzcut for several years. I dress how I want. I eat what I want. I don't shave my body hair. I didn't change my name when I got married. I don't wear underwire bras. in the last year or so I've become more open about my fandom hobbies and writing with IRL friends.

I'm really just trying to live without shame. you know, I'm a woman in America, and there is so much shame and pressure and expectation associated with women simply existing. and I'm one of the lucky ones – the way I was raised, a lot of the really shitty diet culture/beauty culture/gendered expectations missed me. and I've still had to unlearn a lot of crap to be comfortable with who I am.

I don't know, I'm just in my mid-30s and I'm still meeting so many women my age and older who have that "oh, I could never do [x]" kind of attitude, and it makes me so sad. because it's just! not true!! you can do whatever you want forever!! you can cut your hair however you want and you can wear bright clothes and you can sing badly and you can make stupid art and you can quit shaving your legs and you can swear and you can exist!!!! you're allowed to do that!!!

anyway it's not much of a life hack to say "just stop caring what other people think about you" lmao because it's... not that easy. obviously. but the less I carry the weight of other people's expectations of me the better I feel.

also, get blackout curtains for your bedroom. and nice sheets. and wash your sheets weekly. sorry this got way longer and more intense than anyone was probably expecting.

🍄 ⇢ share a head canon for one of your favourite ships or pairings

and now for something completely different!

one of my fondest Dreamling headcanons – and I've definitely written about this before, although I haven't managed to turn it into an actual full-fledged fic – is that after Dream allows himself to get talked out of his suicide attempt and retires as an (immortal, unaging) human, Hob is the one who takes him in and cares for him and teaches him how to live.

but, crucially, they don't jump right into a relationship.

it's just really important to me that if they get together in a retired!Dream AU, they do so as equals. and after Dream has a chance to pursue other relationships, to explore and discover what he really likes as a human, as an individual. I want him to go on bad dates and great dates and have goofy ass human sex and travel the world and get his heart broken.

and then I want him to realize that Hob is everything he's ever wanted – everything he's learned he wants – and come back to him and then they bang like bunnies and live happily after.

thanks for the ask!! writers truth & dare ask game...

[dont-let-me-live]

They blocked me after this interaction so of course my reblogs won't show in the notes. They're just rallying up all the pretentious people and creating an echo chamber that accomplishes nothing. Reading CAN make smarter and a better person, but that is not a guarantee.

I keep saying posts like these are not helping because while people like these love whining and complaining about "low reading levels" of adults, they do nothing but exacerbate the problem by pushing people away with their elitist and pretentious attitudes. If they were actually concerned about the state of reading and critical thinking, they wouldn't be villainizing people in the reblogs while blocking and silencing people that dared to argue that hey, maybe DON'T shame readers from reading things you don't like. A book always has something to offer even if you don't like them.

This goes to both OP and people that "exclusively" read this and that. You know, like in the book given as an example? Ultimately, the decision to go out of one's comfort zone lies with the person but being condescending to someone is going to make a person remain in their comfort zone even more.

Don't be afraid of adult or complex books, they're not that hard or scary, I promise. You will enjoy them a lot especially if you're in the age range of the target demographic. Don't be ashamed of reading children's books, fantasy, sci-fi etc., they still have something to offer that you might like and they can be quite healing.

I remember when I was in grade school when reading was less accessible because of how expensive it was (thank you globalization and piracy) and most people I knew didn't even consider reading for their free time. But now, reading is the one hobby you can partake in that you can enjoy without having to "put out". Honestly, it all comes down to this. Diversify your reading collection, it will be fun, trust me.

Reading is amazing. I love reading, especially as someone in the engineering field. I can't go a single day without it. So I am NOT going to be the person that will push you away from reading. Just keep reading, you're doing fine. Read more. Read more books. Read more variety. Read more different genres. Read niche authors. Read classics. Read anything, you'll like like it.

[castlebyersafterdark]

'using my own sexuality against me when they're supposedly propping up a gay couple as a hobby interest through a fandom, but judging those who are interested in authenticity and the full spectrum of what relationships and 'shipping' means in fandom. Like. How dare. Hahaha'

i have realised, since being away from this fandom and coming back, that its likely there is something deeper at play here than puritanism or pro censorship. i think sexual repression and female fan shame plays a part, but these fans' attraction to/desire for/enchantment by these characters shouldnt be underestimated. the fans who gatekeep byler will also tend to have parasocial relationships with the show and perhaps the cast too, and i think at the core it's less a case of 'ugh theyre too young for sex', but rather a projected shame about their own ungovernable sexual desire combined with a sense of deep, deep jealousy. they are guarding the characters (and actors)... essentially saying: you are not allowed to think sexually about these characters, only i am (in secret). but i can't stop you, so instead i will shame your sexual attraction itself.

once i saw fandom as a kind of relationship between fan and character/actor (at the most extreme end, im sure there are fans who are genuinely convinced they are/could be noah and finn's friends or partners, or perhaps even the characters') it made so much sense that jealousy and shame would be at the heart of things. after all, this many young people surely cant be antisex - western culture hasnt reached that place yet, and they are are teens raging with hormones who spend a lot of time thinking about two rather handsome young men in romantic scenarios. im supposed to believe all these people genuinely arent fantasising sexually about byler? nahhhhh.

but a jealous lover situation? it all makes sense once you see it.

A very interesting perspective. Not one I typically consider for the characters themselves, sometimes I tend to think that in regards to some of the behavior I've seen re: the actors. But definitely interesting. Not much insight I have to add but your points are something to absolutely think about and consider. I mean, in all honesty, I do sometimes feel nervous saying certain things about the actors for fear of people jumping at me as if I don't adore the actors, too. Just in a well-adjusted way where I know I don't know them and never will know them and never want to know them. I tend to lean into humor and silly jokes and sometimes I tend to hold back because I don't want people to get upset and misinterpret that I'm just playing around about celebrities I genuinely enjoy because it's harmless. So I can see this extending to characters, too. A protectiveness, a feeling of ownership.

I saw that on twitter for another fandom, a lot of fighting over people's different interpretations of characters, like taking personal offense if they were written in fics certain ways or paired up with the wrong character or given headcanons another fan didn't want for them. A protectiveness. It was less anti-sex and more hmm. Projection based in-fighting. It was really weird. But I can see the correlation in what you're getting at here.

Here's another thought that always makes me laugh about the fandom dynamics though - since my focus and biggest interest in fandom is fanfiction. If everyone is soooo anti-sex and against spicy fic, why do those fics get big numbers of readers? Sure , ao3 is used by a lot of people who don't even participate in tumblr/twitter fandom at all, but E rated fics, even with how few there are in the Byler fandom, still get a lot of clicks sooooo. Some people are genuinely lying and are hypocrites 😌

[laulo821]

to clarify my opinion on "proper" english, idfc how people write in their personal lives/to friends or family/etc, but in professional/published works- or anything that is meant to be understood by a wider audience i think the clarity provided by adhering to certain grammatical rules and structure is veeerrry important eheheh. for the sake of ease of communication!

i try to be pretty careful about my word choice and order allll the time for that reason, even if i drop a lot of proper spelling/capitalization/punctuation for casual dialogue.

nonetheless, i think when people act intentionally obtuse just to shame people for speaking casually/colloquially/with slang/whatever thats stupid and evil etc. hate when people do that. i might not understand a lot of it, but it has the right to exist yk! it is just as worthy of respect ^_^

anyways i think this topic is very interesting as well its something i enjoy talking about :33

once again i dare ask, where does the professional/private begins and stops? thats a big debate we had in termonology class (terminology , the science of terms aka specialised & professional words). some terminologists argue that terms are only employed in the field by top-notch experts to top-notch experts and nothing else qualifies as a term. other terminologists argue that funk that: "spoonful" is a term because it belongs to the professional sector of cooking, disregarding how common/unspecialised it may be (they dont actually disregard it but yknow). also some guy who goes fishing as a hobby every week and starts talking about the components of his rod to his friends: not an expert (meaning doesn't work as a fisherman)! but using specialised words! should they count as terms or common words? should that be considered professional discussion cuz the terms or private discussion cuz he's talking to a friend? anyways it's just to say that the gap between professional and private discussions may not be so clear

on a same note, what is a wider audience? we're on the internet literally everyone could read that post, making it, by its nature, designed for a wide audience. should every tumblr post thus should have proper english? likewise, works that were only notes and scribbles, like Les Pensées by Pascal that were published post-mortem... it was not meant for a wider audience in that state and is not always using proper French. due to this, are thus Les Pensées not a piece of literature anymore? (kinda teasing w this paragraph hehe but you see the issue i'm poking)

like you said the most important task of a language is not to be proper. it is to be spoken but also to be effective. to enable communication. we could also go all in and dare say, funk the rules as long as a message or piece or literature is understandable, it is proper english!! arguably, every broken rule of proper english creates a new variation of english that could be its own proper variation english (like UK english, US english, NZ english, etc, coexist together as proper englishes)

also youre soso true about the shaming stuff. dawg that pisses me OFF. that's why fuck the Académie Française i wish i could dismember that bullshit of an institution. they are the ones "making the rules" of French but NONE OF THOSE FUCKERS ARE LINGUISTS AND ALSO ARE ALL 109 YEARS OLD HOW CAN THEY im cool im cool [insert the hades calming down gif]. anyways. language belongs to the people so whatever they do with it it's fine as long as they have fun and are themselves <3

on a final note i'm heavily arguing against you here but i think you're overall right nonetheless :p rigor may not always be needed in a language but languages need a strong basis and grammatical rules to exist and actually make the communication efficient!! i perfectly see your points and they are very legit

[bonnvivre]

A Funny Thing- Ch 23 word dump

new chapter to start off the new year LETS FREAKIN GOOOOOOO

i just washed my sheets too im settled in, my bed smells great, im having a great time

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“And while Yuuji had humoured him at first, had been nothing but smiles as he posed for the pictures, the boy has clearly grown tired of the routine..” me during the filo family christmas party when they wanna take pictures … i can still see the ring light ….

ahh the first send off, brings tears to my eyes ;___;  gojo taking a bunch of pictures and sukuna constantly checking him over to make sure he has his stuff- fathers are father-ing and they didn’t wanna let him go just yet :[[

aw they slept together 

before i go on, the new friend is ACTUALLY megumi (i always thought it was megumi shshsh) cus toji literally couldnt afford another school and gojo’s gonna see him and either be like, “wait he looks familiar” or make THAT face right upon seeing him am i right lads or am i right lads (post chapter edit: i am right lads)

HAHAHAHA AN HOUR LONG RANT ON HIS NAILS PLS i see it yea canonically, sukuna usually makes himself look presentable . always pushing back his hair, dusting his clothes off, etc. he’s always gotta look good

whehehdhe he likes sukunaaaaaa !! someday that like will turn to love (post chapter edit: and that someday was today lads)

“How dare he have friends and hobbies and interests that don’t revolve around Satoru.” [gasp] HOW DARE YOU HAVE OTHER FRIENDS ARE YOU MAD ?! 

what kind of netflix drama did he get his story from this time 🙄

thats not the only time you’ll be freezing bc of geto hahahahahahaha

the run on sentences of yuuji’s speech plus casual megumi drop is killing me

i think its a good choice to have off screen moments be mentioned within the present, readers get the context while keeping the story moving . kinda like what gege does :0

ARE THEY WATCHING HUMAN EARTHWORM (post chapter edit: YES THEY WERE OHOHOHO)

FOR ITS HIS FIRST DESIRE TO KISS SATORU OH MY GODDDDDDD WGAGAFBWHVFKD i may have yelled a little

AGH . blocked yet again … i know its still too early but ugh it hurts oh the pain

THATS AN EXPENSIVE MANICURE WTF AND TOJI’S BACK YIPPEEEEEE

i love sukuna being satoru’s voice of reason, bringing sense and logic to satoru’s emotional thinking and it doesn’t clash at all; rather, it works for them very well

AWWWW YUUJI AND MEGUMIIIIIII SO CUTEEEE

“Those baggy, unwashed garments of his allow for superior mobility, while the stench deters opponents from engaging in close-combat.” LMAOOOOO sukuna’s sarcastic remarks about toji, especially his smell im crying 

post chapter thoughts:

 i wanted to see him and megumi in this story so bad ngl and im so happy they’re here !!! i blame the copious amounts of fushiguro family comics i’ve consumed- shout out to ddub1618 on twt

bruh my page reloaded i have to go back

i love long chapter gimme long chapter hmhmhmmhmh

i saw the interpretations of yuuji’s sickness and i thought it was cool but it’s also giving “the curtains represent his depression and lack of will to carry on vs the curtains were blue” lol

it would be a … shame if toji ran out of sugar and needed a bag …….. its a good thing satoru has a nice ol bag at home >:] 

OHHHH IT WOULD BE A SHAME IF THEY DECIDED TO GIVE HIM A NICE HOMECOOKED MEAL OUT OF THE GOODNESS OF THEIR HEARTS >:]]]