#i just needed to get all my life experiences somewhere since i can't talk to my gf (me problem expressing myself feels painful these days)

[dailymanners]

I am about going to gripe about something that's been really annoying me lately.

First let me start with a disclaimer that I am speaking generally here. Of course both the U.S. and Europe are both massive and diverse places containing hundreds of millions of people, and a lot of regional differences. Neither the U.S. or Europe are a monolith (although a lot of people on the internet speak of both places as a monolith, which I wish people would stop doing, since neither are).

I could be wrong about this, since I don't live in the U.S., and haven't visited everywhere in Europe. But between where I have visited in the U.S., and where I have visited / lived in Europe, and from what I know from my friends in the U.S. and friends in other European countries, I get the feeling that overall the U.S. has stricter disability access laws than a lot of places in Europe do, especially in regard to building codes.

Of course there are exceptions, I know New York city is abhorrently hostile in its design towards anyone elderly and/or disabled. Although when I visited New York city it really just felt on par with a lot of major European cities with how abhorrently inaccessible it was.

One example of this is that recently I saw a Reddit discussion where a USAmerican vacationing in France was surprised at how many staircases didn't have handrails, because according to this man handrails are required by law in the U.S.

The comments were all Europeans having an absolute field day with this. Pretty much all of the comments were some variation of "I can't believe Americans are too stupid and lazy to use the stairs without a handrail 🤣🤣🤣 what's wrong with you fat lazy stupid Americans that you can't even use stairs without a handrail 🤣🤣🤣 thank GOD I was born in Europe where I was just taught how to walk up and down the stairs on my own and don't need a handrail like a lazy fat stupid American 🤣🤣🤣"

A few people tried to gently point out that this was about accessibility for elderly and disabled people, and it's not cool to laugh at building codes that are about accessibility, but those commenters were usually shut down with some variation of "yeah well in MY European country if someone is disabled or becomes elderly we either move to a more accessible building or we modify our home to be more accessible, we don't sit around whining like a bunch of Americans that our building isn't already accessible 🙄"

Which is, such a cruel way to talk about accessibility. Why wouldn't disabled and elderly people deserve the same access to a building as anyone else? Are elderly and disabled people not allowed to visit friends and family? Anyone could get hit by a car today, and after that struggle with going up and down stairs without the use of a handrail for the next several months, years, possibly the rest of your life. It's so easy to feel smug when you can easily trot up and down the stairs without a handrail, but so cruel to be unwilling to consider anyone who struggles with stairs should maybe be allowed access to the same places as you.

Honestly when I go on vacation abroad with my elderly + disabled mother, it's often easier to go to the U.S. with her than other places in Europe, because the U.S. does tend to be more accessible (in my experience, and except for New York city ofc) making going around to different public places with my mom generally a lot easier than somewhere like France or the Netherlands.

Out of all the things you could clown on the U.S. about, why you gotta go for accessibility of all things? It's disgustingly ableist and ageist, and I have to wonder if these people actually just hate disabled people / accessible design, and are using the U.S. as an excuse to hate on disabled people and accessible design.

[iamasaddie]

kiss my ass, cowboy

lot lizard!Tommy Miller x truck driver!f!reader

summary: a simple rest for the night at a truck stop in the middle of nowhere turned out to be a pleasant experience warnings: PWP and nothing else; pussy eating; a whiff of ass eating; dirty talk; sex for money; no y/n or reader description wc: 2,3k (what the fuuuuck it was supposed to be a blurb) read on ao3 series masterlist | next part

lot lizard (slang, US) — A prostitute at a truck stop.

"You know, I can do much more to your ass than just kissing it."

A smarmy male voice from behind you made you turn around sharply, almost losing your balance. You forgot that you were choosing a drink from the vending machine in an attempt to wet your whistle after seven hours of driving without stopping.

Being a female trucker wasn't easy, but you weren't trying to stick to the beaten path. All your life you'd been told what girls should and shouldn't do, and all your life you'd done the opposite. 

Becoming a trucker was at first something of a challenge to yourself and society, and then it became an all-consuming passion that you wouldn't trade for anything. Nothing in your life attracted you more than the road, coffee from small roadside cafes, and the stunned faces of men. And every time you proved to the whole world that you were not just on par, but better than most, the little girl inside you, the one that was forbidden to cut her hair short and wear torn jeans, rejoiced.

“Excuse me?”

The man in front of you was indecently handsome for someone you’d met in the parking lot of a half-forgotten gas station in the middle of nowhere. The curls of his black hair glistened slightly, betraying its softness, and his white T-shirt hugged his thick upper body seductively. He was broad-shouldered, and stood approximately 6 feet tall. It's been a long time since you've met someone so attractive. 

The stranger grinned, pointing somewhere at your ass-level with a lit cigarette pinched between two fingers. You remembered the cheeky phrase—KISS MY ASS, COWBOY—embroidered on your back pocket, the one that originally caught your attention in the second-rate secondhand.

“Oh, that! Gosh, yeah, that’s a…” You weren't sure what to say. The man was damn handsome, and with your schedule and a bit of a workaholic lifestyle, you couldn't remember when anything but your fingers were next to your pussy.

“Name’s Tommy,” he held out his hand and you returned the handshake, but before releasing you, he brought your fingers to his lips and left a cigarette-smelling kiss on your knuckles. “And I mean it. It's unlikely that a beautiful woman like you suffers from a lack of boyfriends, but this whole truck life is quite fickle and stressful. You can't take chances, need to make every minute count.” He came closer to you and you let him, catching the scent of citrus Old Spice, which you yourself used. “I can promise you that I won’t waste your time. For a fair price. If you know what I mean.” Tommy didn't take his eyes off you, and you felt a fire burning inside you and spreading flames across your chest and cheeks.

“Oh,” You knew what he was. Immediately, his presence in the back alley of a truck stop without any visual evidence of having a truck made a lot of sense. You'd heard fellow truckers call them lot lizards, but you'd never met a man who was one. Well, if women could succeed somewhere that was historically considered a male field, you thought… To your own surprise, his suggestion only made you more excited. He looked clean, and his confident stance was clearly an indicator that he was a professional at what he did. 

You checked your watch, 3 a.m. You had about 6 hours before you had to get back on the road. After quickly weighing the pros and cons, you decided that you could sacrifice an hour in favor of an orgasm handed to you by the man opposite you. Besides, you always slept better after you came.

“How much?”

As if stunned by how quickly you agreed, he choked on the cigarette smoke, but quickly recovered.

“Oral’s 40$, a fuck is 80$, anything extra discussed separately, gorgeous. But there’s a lot of things I’d let you do for free,” he winked at you and now it was your turn to smirk.

“You say that to everyone?”

“No, only to the ones with pretty asses like yours.”

You nodded and plucked the unfinished cigarette from his hand, bringing it to your mouth and wrapping your lips around it. You looked him up and down, slower, this time. You knew how it looked, like you were assessing the goods, like you were deciding if he was worth the money and it made your skin crawl for a second. From the way Tommy just stood there he didn’t seem to care as much as you did.

“Is this your first time or something?”

“What? No, I’m not a virgin.”

“I mean, is it your first time with a sex worker?”

“Yeah, kinda.” You did another inhale of the smoke, it burned your lungs, distracting you. “‘s that so obvious?”

“Do you want me to say yes or no?” You both laughed at that. Tommy took a step forward, forcing you to press your back against the humming vending machine. His muscular arm rested on the metall wall to the left of your face, and the faint smell of his sweat hit your nose. Your tongue quickly moistened your lips with saliva, as if you were a lizard. Tommy tilted his head, moving closer to your face like he was going to kiss you. The heat of his body in contrast to the icy wall of the metal machine with drinks gave you goosebumps. “We can pretend that you and I were sitting next to each other at tables in this shithole,” he nodded at the flickering neon sign that belonged to a diner. “And that we were brought together by our common perplexity as to where they got such damn good coffee.” 

His free hand travelled from your elbow up to your shoulder and then down again as he continued to tell the story of the way you haven’t met. “I sat down next to you, we talked about music for a long time, I complimented your eyes, as if I wasn't staring at your ass while you were choosing a piece of pie at the bar. And then I told you that I had rented the last room in the motel and suggested that you see the view from the window. How about that?”

You nodded stupidly, his story played out in your head like a movie, and you liked where it was going. Carefully, you put your palm on his chest, his heart was beating soothingly calmly, while yours was fluttering like a fish that jumped out of an aquarium onto the carpet of your childhood bedroom.

“Do we… Do we go back to my truck, or?” You got a glimpse of men a couple of times right after or before the action, they dragged girls of completely different ages and appearances into their cabins, most often laughing contentedly. But you couldn't imagine you would be comfortable, especially with what you were going to “buy."

“Well, I actually do have a room in that shitty motel, if you’d like.”

You nodded and Tommy took your hand in his, gently pulling you in the right direction.

You didn't get much of a look at his modest room, it was almost completely immersed in darkness. As easily as if he had night vision, Tommy led you to the bed without tripping or hitting any furniture. 

Playfully, he pushed you onto the bed, and the mattress creaked miserably under your weight.

“So, pretty woman,” you snorted at his words, the irony of the reference not lost on you. “What should I do to make you happy tonight?”

“Anything 50$ bucks can buy me.” You could always go and grab more cash from the truck, but that would feel weird so you just rolled with what you had on you.

You heard Tommy smack his lips, as if he couldn't wait to get started and you couldn't help but laugh. “You're laughing now, pretty girl,” he whispered, and you felt his fingers on the fly of your jeans. He easily stripped you of your pants and panties, leaving you wearing only a thin T-shirt that somehow resembled his own.

Your loud yelp shook the room as he yanked you by the ankles and pulled you to him, your legs dangling from the edge of the bed, and your pussy was level with the face of the kneeling man.

His loud intake of breath and delighted moan moistened your pussy with arousal, already anticipating the pleasure to come.

“Fuck,” he groaned and spread your thighs to accommodate the broadness of his shoulders, “can’t wait to taste that pretty pussy.”

However, instead of diving into you face first and devouring your most intimate place, he began to lay a path of wet kisses from your knees to the outer lips of your pussy, without going further, turning you on more and more. 

Sweat accumulated in thick drops on your temples and neck and you began to squirm, trying to put your needy pussy under his hot lips.

“Impatient, are we?” He purred into your skin, and bit the place he had just kissed, pulling a moan from the depths of your body. “It’s okay, I'm impatient, too.”

Having said that, he spread your labia, slippery with arousal, with the soft pads of his perfectly manicured thumbs and pressed his lips to your clit. Your back arched, but as if anticipating this, Tommy put one of his big palms on your lower abdomen and pressed, pinning you to the bed.

His hot tongue explored the folds of your pussy, surrendering his all to your pleasure with puppy devotion. Tommy moaned into your pussy as if he had tasted something so delicious for the first time, and the vibrations of his moans became a siren song for your orgasm.

You didn't think that anyone in the entire history of your sex life had eaten your pussy so well. His movements were not chaotic or abrupt, his tense tongue drew perfect tight circles around your buzzing bud, diving lower from time to time and breaching your dripping hole. You were close to pouring your orgasm on his tongue, you felt it. But suddenly Tommy stopped, and grabbed your thighs to the accompaniment of your displeased moans.

“Shhh, I know, I know, you’re so close,” he didn’t sound sorry at all, just smug, “could feel your little pussy thrumming under my tongue, so responsive. But I want to throw something in, on the house,” he chuckled and placed a kiss on the inside of your thigh before throwing your legs over his shoulders and moving impossibly closer to your spit and arousal-covered pussy.

When his hands spread your asscheeks and his tongue ran a long, wet strip from your puckered asshole to your clit, you thought you'd passed out for a second.

“Fuck, that pretty asshole is as tasty as your pussy, how’s that possible?” If you saw him licking his own lips with pleasure, you would definitely die from an overabundance of need. “Gotta be the one paying to lick someone as sweet as you.” He was talking into your pussy and you couldn't resist grabbing his soft hair, pulling a little harder than planned and forcing him to return all his attention to your begging pussy.

“I like ‘em a little bossy,” Tommy hummed, giving kitten licks to your asshole and almost pushing his tongue inside, making you tense. “Makes it so much better when they whimper.”

He hungrily returned to your clit, french kissing it, caressing it with practiced movements of his tongue until you could only whine and grip the sheets as hard as you did his hair. Your long-awaited orgasm still took you by surprise with its force, your head snapped to the side and you wanted to bite into something when Tommy pushed his thick middle finger inside you, abusing your pleasure spot with a gentle hither motion until you stopped shaking. 

When you came to your senses, he was lying on his side next to you, watching your breathing even out.

 “I don’t think I remember how to walk.” You said, staring at the ceiling, where the headlights of passing cars danced. Tommy smiled, his white teeth gleaming in the dark. Slowly, he ran his fingertips over your forearm, and hummed, as if thinking something over.

“I don’t usually do this, but you can stay the night, if you don’t mind cramming in my bed together.”

“Never heard anything more tempting,” you mumbled back gratefully, a long day and a hard orgasm already pushing you into a dreamless sleep.

You woke up at first light, feeling more rested than ever. Tommy was lightly snoring next to you, still wearing the same tight white T-shirt, but he'd kicked off his jeans and was clad in black boxers. His hair had been disheveled overnight, curly strands scattered across the pillow and his face. 

In a burst of unexpected tenderness, you leaned over to him and brushed a stray curl from his face. It was dotted with freckles, and you thought again how handsome he was.

You sat in bed with him for a while longer, letting your body slowly wake up, and then you got up and began to pull on your jeans, trying not to make too much noise. You took a slightly crumpled fifty out of your back pocket and put it on the bedside table, hoping that Tommy would find it when he woke up.

You were already at the door, ready to sneak out of the small room that served as Tommy's home, but his sleepy voice stopped you. You turned around, seeing that he didn't open his eyes but hugged the pillow you were sleeping on to his face, muffling his barely legible words with it.

“If you pass Texas, stop at Flying J in Brookshire. And say hi to Joel from Tommy.”

You frowned, confused—was he just talking in his sleep?— but decided to ask him anyway. “How am I supposed to know who Joel is?”

“Oh, you’ll know. We look kinda alike.”

Guess now you had to make a stop in Texas.

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[marcsburnerphone]

And they were roommates

(Captain John price x F!reader)

Summary: the captain wants somewhere more homely to settle down and when an offer like yours comes alight on Zillow he must take up on it.

Warnings: angsty, hurt/betrayal, feelings of abandonment

part 1 - part 2 - part 3 - part 4 - part 5 - part 6- part 7 - part 8 - Part 9 - part 10 - part 11 - part 12 - part 13 - part 14- part 15!!!!!

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“You know I just don’t understand him sometimes.” ghost vents to soap as he walks through the halls back at base.

“He’s scared.” soap says understanding where their captain is coming from.

“Being scared isn't an excuse we’ve ever used before, he’ll lose her and we'll have to deal with it.” he says in a tone that suggests soap shouldn’t respond.

They pass by their captain's office with the door wide open. He sits there unpacking all the work that needs to be completed, the work that doesn't need to be done on base. Their eyes then travel to the military issued pillow and blanket that’s neatly folded at the corner of the couch in his office.

“No intentions on seeing the lass then I presume?” soap says stepping in as the ghost continues down the hallway not in the mood to see his captain.

“Not right now, i've got too much to get done.” he says in a tone that soap can't quite register.

“Why're you running?” he asks.

“I'm not running, I'm focusing on what needs my immediate attention.” soap clicks his tongue and sighs.

“Captain you and I both know that's far from the truth, at least give her a call, let her know you're okay.” he says while tapping the door frame before walking out.

The captain gives his phone a glance. Considering it but in the end decides against it and continues to drown himself in work.

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“I'm just worried sick.” you say into the phone, your newest friend and coworker who's also dating someone in the military hums in understanding.

“Have you tried calling the number one of his sergeants you called from?” 

“No, I don't want to overstep John by calling him.” you say biting your nails, a recent habit you've picked up. 

“How long has it been again?” she asks, wondering if the man you're talking about is someone her boyfriend knows.

“Nearly seven weeks.” you sigh out leaning your head against the cold countertop.

“Babe, I know it's hard, but you can't let it get to you like this, especially if you really see a future with him, and I know you do.” She's been a staple piece in your life during this time. It's easier to listen to her when you know she speaks from experience.

“I know I'll let you go though I just heard your front door open.” She laughs softly on the other end as no one other than her boyfriend greets her.

“Wait, what's the name of this guy? Let me ask caleb.” she offers.

“John price.” you hear her ask and can only hear her mumblings of him speaking before she starts talking again.

“Any news?”

“None you're going to like.” she says disappointedly and a little nervously.

“What?” 

“According to Caleb he's been on base for nearly two weeks, and you definitely didn't mention him being a captain of his own task force.” she says with an impressed tone. “Didn't know how much I was allowed to say.” you say it sadly, now wondering why he's avoiding you.

“Good girl, and don't worry until he gives you an explanation.” she can practically hear a million thoughts rush into your head.

“Okay i'll talk to you later, bye.” 

“Bye babe.” she says with a click.

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You spend the rest of that afternoon pondering on plenty of things, too many things. Were you overbearing? Is he regretting this? Had he realized you were as clingy as you said? All of it was a waste though cause like camilla said i won't know till he tells me.

Whenever that will be.

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Week 8

“What are you still doing here john?” Lasswell says when she curiously pops into his office surprised to see him there. 

“Just making sure I have everything straightened out.” he says, not making eye contact.

“It's been three weeks since your mission ended, no amount of paperwork would keep you here that long unless you didn't want to leave.” she says giving him some honesty.

“What's it with everyone feeling they have the right to my personal life.” he snaps sternly.

“Let's not get out of line, if you want to rot here I won't stop you but I won't let you lie to yourself either, you're scared and it's keeping you here like a cage.” she says in the same tone he offered her. “I'll be leaving now. I have a wife at home waiting for me.” 

She shuts his door with a slight force. He sits there overwhelmed and tired. He stares at his phone wondering how you are and what you're doing and that's when he finally picks it up.

It's on its final ring when you answer.

“Hello.” you say in an unfamiliar tone.

“Hey sweetheart, it's john.” 

“I know.” you tried not to be angry, key word tried.

“I just got back to base and-”

“Don't lie to me.” you say voice breaking a little.

“What're you talking about?” he says just digging the hole deeper.

“You've been back on base for weeks now.” he's silent.

“Am I wrong?” you say as a few tears slip from your eyes. How badly you had wanted to be wrong.

“No.” you hiccup slightly and just stay quiet.

“Who told you?” he asks, slightly frustrated.

“That's what you’re worried about?” you laugh, wiping your dampened face with the sleeve of your sweater.

“No its just-”

“I've gotta go john let me know if you need me to mail some of your clothes to base.” you say before hanging up.

John stands smacking the lamp on his desk onto the floor huffing out a couple of deep breaths. He could have kept this from you, saved you the hurt of his uncertain emotions but someone had to ruin that, let you hurt and guess why all alone, how long had you known for? At what point did you decide to just let him be? A knock sounds at his door and rips him from his thoughts.

“Captain, we heard the commotion and just wanted to see if you were alright.” Gaz says standing beside the two other men.

“Which one of you called her?” he asks deeply.

“What?” they say in unison.

“Which on of you fucking called her and told her we’d been back.” he asks again getting angrier by the second. Ghost silently prays soap hadn't done something that stupid.

“None of us have and you of all people should know not to bring your private life into work, for christ sake captain you need to figure this shit out.” ghost says before shutting his door.

“Johnny for god's sake tell me you did not do that.” he whispers as they descend slowly down the hallway.

“I didn't.” he admits honestly.

“Gaz was it you?” to which gas immediately shakes his head no.

“Then who the fuck was it?” 

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John tries your phone multiple times that night before deciding on being a big boy and going home to you. He packs his duffle bag and is on his way in no time. With a high speed he made it home in nearly an hour leaving the clock at 4AM.

He gets out of his truck quietly unlocking the front door and setting his stuff down in his room before making his way to yours. He tries opening your door till he realizes it's locked, which leads him to knock.

“My love it's me.” he says desperately. He gives a few more knocks, firmer ones, before he hears you rustle out of bed.

“Yes john?” you say sleepily as you open the door.

“I'm sorry I just-” he starts.

“Can we just talk about this in the morning I worked all day and i'm really exhausted.” you say carelessly cutting him off.

“Can I sleep with you?” at that you give him a weak laugh.

“If you can willingly, by choice, sleep on base for three weeks alone, you can go another night, goodnight john.” you say before softly shutting your door.

He stands there heartbroken at the clear hurt etched onto your face and heard in your voice.

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[kiwiikato]

mommy’s here // ken sato x reader

Chapter Three

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your eyes stayed focus on how the lights flashed. you knew he was undergoing stress, risking himself to change back to his human form due to professor sato teaching you. you cleared your throat, causing ultraman and the robot known as mina to face you.

"uhm- so i know i'm a complete stranger but i want to clarify that i mean no harm to you, as a hero and to your personal life. i'm willing to offer my assistance to help with the baby kaiju as well since i am technically apart of this mess." you said internally twiddling your thumbs at the stress.

you took a deep breath to keep yourself calm, not wanting to change back to human without your personal desire. "how could you even help?" he asked staring you down.

you went to speak up, before the baby kaiju reached out to you. you pulled them into your grasp, cradling them into your hands. "i can take care of it. i have more experience with taking care of babies when i would help others, and this shouldn't be that different or hard to figure out." you said, rubbing its back as it cooed at you.

before ken could respond, he was cut off by the mina talking. "it is true. it appears to have imprinted onto the both of you. you will both have to play the role of parents to nurture her."

he froze in shock at what she had just said. "no no no, are you saying that?" "yes, she thinks that you're both her mother and father." the baby kaiju reached out to him, trying to get into his hold at the same time, to which he took her into his hands.

"ah! no! i am not built for this! ive got a life. a title to win! you do something nice and now i'm babysitting a giant pink lizard thing!" he froze, almost like he was thinking of an idea. and he was. "we've gotta get it out of here." he said quietly. you chucked at him.

"what?? what's so funny to you?" he asked internally panicking. "i'm laughing cause you brought her here and don't want to admit responsibility. besides, your not doing this alone. i'm free to take care of her for you." you said taking the baby kaiju into your arms.

"but i don't even know you? you don't even know me! we can't have her here, we need to take her somewhere else!" his voice rose with concern as he stared at the baby kaiju that you cuddled into your body.

"and where would you suggest we take her?" mina asked as you raised your eyebrow at him, urging him to continue. he strained himself for an idea, causing him to flash red and blue all over again. "oh! we'll take her to kaiju island." he said proud of the idea.

"unfortunately, no one knows where kaiju island is. neither your parents or the KDF were ever able to locate the island." mina spoke. ultramans light began to flash faster as a whirring sound sounded from him. he quickly looked at you. the worry on his face clear as day at the idea of someone knowing his secret identity only adding onto his stress.

"it would be very bad if you were to change right now." mina spoke up. a light flashed in the room as where ultraman sat was now gone. you moved with haste, gently placing the kaiju on the floor.

knowing that his identity would now be revealed, even though you already knew it, you quickly changed back into your human form. the best way to have him trust you was to trust him yourself with who you are.

landing softly on the floor, you stretched your limbs to release some tension. you moved to stare at his now limp body that twitched from the impact of his fall.

you snickered a laugh as you crouched down to his level. "hey, you better get up. i don't think it's time for you to die yet. ain't that right, ken sato?" his body froze at his real name being said, making him look up at you quickly with fear on his face.

ken stood up, he stammered for words to say. any thing he would've say was cut off at the sound of footsteps. loud footsteps. the baby kaiju, now bigger than the both of you, stood staring at you with curiosity.

he nervously chuckled at her. "hi." ken waved at her softly with a sideways smile. you both froze in fear of her reaction. and with good reason. her adorable beady eyes watered up as she released a cry. the baby kaiju cried as a sonic beam hit a wall with cars hanging from it. the car fell to the ground with a crash as they broke.

you both jumped out of the way screaming for your lives. kenji stood up holding his face in fear at his cars being ruined. "what the heck is that!?" he yelled. "she's scared of the both of you." mina responded as you both ran with the baby kaiju chasing after you. "scared of us?! she's twenty feet tall!" you yelled as you ran for your life, scared of being hurt, as ken nodded his head quickly.

"she doesn't know you both! she only knows ultraman and the ultragirl!" you both ran faster as the baby kaiju got closer, shoot more sonic beams as you ducked your heads. "mina! containment unit!" kenji commanded. "which one?"

"the biggest one!!" you both yelled at the same time as you felt your feet become heavier from the running. suddenly silence filled the room as you both slowed down. you turned around to see a hole in the floor. something rose from the ground, showing the baby kaiju in a glass containment unit, her eyes watery from fear.

her cute clawed hands tapped at the glass as she whined. you couldn't help but frown at her sad expression. "oh poor baby." you softly said to yourself. you turned to see ken crouching down, his hands on his knees as he slowly caught his breath.

"ken, there really is only one person who could help." mina suggested. "no no no, you did not just suggest—" his yelling was cut off by mina. "sorry ken, i already called." you giggled at mina's actions, finding it funny how she didn't care what ken had to say.

a screen popped up in front of you both, your eyes landing on professor sato who had his face too close to the camera. "kenji? it's your father! are you there? hello?" you frowned seeing his desperation to talk to him.

professor sato had told you about their strained relationship, but even then, you could see he missed him by the way he watched his games and cheered for him, even if his own son hated him for their past.

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you slowly traced behind kenji as he headed towards the door. you stayed silent, noticing his discomfort in you even being here and now knowing who he was. you were still a total stranger to him, he didn't even know your name. the total haste of the situation prevented you from introducing yourself.

he opened the door, your eyes noticing how it rained outside. you couldn't see professor sato since kenji blocked the view with his bodybut you knew he was there from hearing his voice.

"kenji!" his voice was hushed but filled with worry. "dad! hey hey, what's up? how about that game tonight?" kenji responded quickly, his voice was high but filled with fake pleasantries. "oh thank god. you're okay?"

"yeah you know, i'm uh good. it was a tough battle. i'm a little sore. still recovering but—" kenji stopped talking when a screech came from downstairs. "what was that?" kenji froze and jumbled his words trying to come up with an excuse. "uh y'know it's a—" you snickered at his attempts and decided to help him out.

"it was me! i accidentally hit a chair and it scratched the floor badly." you pushed kenji out of the way, cracking the door open more for professor sato to see you. his face morphed into one of relief.

"y/n! i was worried about you since i hadn't heard anything from you after the crash. are you okay?" you gave him a soft smile. "i'm okay professor. kenji here was taking care of me so don't worry." you said hitting his arm playfully.

kenji froze at the interaction between you and his dad. 'how did you know each other? did he teach you? why was his father closer with you then him? why?' he shook his thoughts away, adding onto your words to make your story believable. "yeah, we were having a party." the yellow lights behind the both of you changed to colorful flashing lights as he bobbed his side to side to the music that played.

you internally smacked your head knowing how professor sato would react. you knew how he felt about the kaijus, how he held some type of respect for the creatures that terrorized japan and the power that they carried.

"the most magnificent creature on earth has died. the last of it's kind. and you both are throwing a party!?" his voice rose with disappointment as he stared at the both of you. you never felt any anger from professor sato ever directed at you before so to see him accuse you as well, it hurt. it dearly hurt.

but kenji took it worse. his eyes sharpened at he stared, for a moment he could only see rage at the insensitivity of his father for his well-being, especially after being caught in an explosion while battling gigantron.

"that magnificent creature nearly took my head off, dad. both of ours," he pointed a finger at you, "i haven't seen you in twenty years. you chose this city and literal monsters over us!" ken's voice rose with anger as he walked up to his dad making him only move backwards with him. "no-" a broken sound left professor sato's mouth.

"then you get hurt, can't hack it anymore, and i get to come back and clean up the mess you made as ♪ da, da, da, daa ♪ ultraman! which i only did because mom begged me to! and you're more worried about the monster. and not only that, but i come back to find that you've been playing dad for someone else."

kenji's head snaps towards you with an angry look. you could only stay silent at the scene before you. you knew it wasn't your place to speak. you so badly wanted to say something. but you only knew so much and saying something would make it worse. you could only look down as kenji snarled and looked back at his dad.

"classic." professor sato stared back at him, his eyes watery, as his eyebrows furrowed in pain. "no- i only wanted to... protect you." "but you didn't. you didn't even pay attention." his voice broke at the confrontation as his dads features went down from hurt.

kenji turned around and looked at you. "go inside. we still need to talk and i'm going to need some answers." his voice was stern. you nodded your head and went inside. you knew you owed him an explanation. how could he not want one when he just found out a total stranger was being taught by his own dad.

you turned around and went inside, walking past the kitchen and living room to the metal door that led to the underwater lair. you eyes landed on the baby kaiju that sat in the containment unit, where mina hovered around her.

"hello. is ken still outside?" mina asked you. "he is. he told me to come inside, saying that he still wanted to talk." you responded back to her. "very well, follow me."

mina began to float away, to which you began to follow after her. you both ended up in a small room that had a giant tv and a couch in front of it. "take a seat. i will let you know when ken is back to talk." you nodded your head as she flew away, not before turning the tv on to a random show to keep you busy with.

it wasn't long before you heard footsteps walking towards the direction of the room you were left in. you looked up the see the owner of the footsteps. ken stared at you from the doorway of the room. "okay. let's talk."

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taglist: @ilovemyhusbandaaravos

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Hi guys!! Just a little PSA I feel the need to say, especially given how many people I see self diagnose with autism or ADHD (this post may be continuously updated, so please see the original post if you're seeing a reblog of this)

Please do your research. I'm serious. The media has downplayed both of these disorders to simply autism being passionate about something and ADHD as having a low attention span or being insanely hyper

These are just common traits. You can have traits of a disorder without actually having it. I repeat, you can have traits of something without actually having it.

All forms of neurodivergency (yes, autism/adhd aren't the only ones. Get it through your damn head.) are disabilities. It needs to disable you from being a fully functional human being. I understand there's people with low support needs, but this is directed towards the people who claim to have medium/high support needs.

A special interest isn't just something you're super passionate about, it's a coping mechanism that can take over your life. I hate to admit that I have spent hundreds of dollars on useless things that have made me think of any of my special interests.

Hyperfixations are the same where they take over your entire thought process. For many, their hyperfixes come to mind even in situations it shouldn't. Some people have said that it happens during tests, essays, funerals even. I've had trouble sleeping often because of my own hyperfixations.

If you're 16 or older, I highly recommend that you take the RAADS-R test since it's widely accepted by many psychologists world wide. If you're under 16, I recommend you still take it and then take it again when you're 16 to see if you get the same score. I also highly recommend talking to people who are diagnosed and listing to them your symptoms. I have 3 friends who have been diagnosed tell me that I cover more than enough symptoms to qualify for a diagnosis.

Addition to this (because i got a bit of feedback): No online test will be completely reliable. I highly recommend keeping all of your symptoms somewhere to show a psychiatrist. The main reason I recommend the RAADS-R test is because you can download a PDF that shows not only your score but also your answer to all 80 questions. Psychiatrists are a lot more likely to believe you if you can give a list of your symptoms and how long they've been occurring. I keep a notebook for every time I show an autistic trait (since I struggle most with social situations as an autist, many of mine are moments where I can't tell apart the tone in what people say and I take things way too literally...)

Also, if you mask or used to mask, jotting down your experience with masking is important. Keeping a journal of how things affected you when masking, writing down how things affected you when you started to unmask. I started to mask (quite horribly...) when I was 13 and had a bunch of social norms shoved on me. Due to heavy burnout, I'm 17 now and don't mask anymore because I can't take it any longer. Since unmasking, I've noticed how much my autistic traits have hightened. It's like I've been bottling everything up for so long, and the river doesn't stop flowing.

Also, another thing to add on top of all of that, OCD isn't the same as being super neat either. Compulsive disorders like OCD are consuming. As someone with a compulsive disorder, in my experience, basically the thought does not leave your mind until you act out the thought. It's like having a huge pile of intrusive thoughts that only get bigger the longer you hold them back. It causes immense distress that will constantly bother you until something is done about it.

I also feel the need to point out some ableist language that has somehow become normalized.

1) using "narcissist" to describe someone who's egotistical and selfish. Also, the term "narc abuse" to describe a person with NPD traits who are abusive. Go talk to people with NPD. Go to blogs that educate on NPD. Seriously. You will find that NPD isn't just appearing selfish and egotistical. Sometimes it's the complete opposite.

My partner has NPD, and they actually get their validation often from being nice. (this post they reblogged can help clarify a bit more)

NPD (or any disorder for that matter), aren't inheritly abusive. I had to snap at one of my friends for calling her brother a narcissist when he's just a little asshole.

2) the terms "sociopath" and "psychopath". These terms have typically been used against people with ASPD/ASPD traits. My partner also has ASPD and reclaimed the term "sociopath".

3) "yandere". There are many mixed feelings about this term in the BPD community, ranging from people saying they have no issue with it, some considering it a slur (key word: consider. It's not an actual slur, but some people consider it one. I've had some asshole harass me for saying this, and I don't want any more drama about it.) because it romanticizes the trait in BPD and OLD (Obsessive Love Disorder) of having unhealthy relationships, some saying the term gives them comfort because it describes their symptoms as someone with BPD (which would be like reclaiming the term).

I personally fall under the group of people who consider it a slur, and I will be blocking people who use the term who aren't reclaiming it for their personal selves. I am heavily uncomfortable with the term and ask that anyone who uses the term on any character or person (unless it's someone with bpd headcannoning a character with bpd) a big fat serious DNI.

4) "psychotic", "delusional"/"delulu", and "schizo". I hate that I feel the need to say this, but schizophrenia and psychosis are serious mental disorders. Can we stop using fucking mental disorders as insults or as some quirky label. I experience psychosis, and it has ruined my life. As a hellenic polytheist, I often struggle to tell the difference between psychosis or one of my deities talking to me. As a DID system, I sometimes struggle to tell the difference between psychosis and an alter talking to me. As an enjoyer of EPIC: The Musical, psychosis makes it hard to tell if we have a new fictive, if it's psychosis, or a deity.

I'm going to add the stuff said in this reblog since I find it really important:

Stop with lobotomy jokes people. It's a tragic case of medical abuse, and was used many many times on vulnerable people (they'd lobotomize psychotic/schizophrenic people to make them more docile and easier to handle. It's horrific. If they didn't like what a woman was doing, they'd label her psychotic and do it to her too.) The jokes I see are all so tasteless and almost feel mocking to me about it. You didn't go through lobotomies, why are you making it so quirky and downplaying how horrible it is? Schizophrenic and psychotic people (among others but I'm focusing on the group I'm apart of) are still not being taken seriously and left in the dust even after disability activism is on the rise. I don't understand why people will be so understanding with some but then just completely turn off that empathy whenever someone has psychosis. Stop joking about lobotomies, they're not even funny and your sanism is showing.

Taking a bit of another system's post (link) for this lengthy ass post (but I still find it really important to add)

plus, it seems to be entirely ignoring the fact that you can have a symptom of a disorder without having the disorder / being disordered... lets use ADHD as an example here since its the first thing to come to mind LOL, someone can have a short attention span or be distracted easily without inherently having ADHD. it would depend on the presence of other symptoms as well as degree of life impairment. this logic also applies to any other disorder ever... so why dont we apply the same logic to DID / OSDD-1?

I completely agree with this, and it's a big reason why I support endogenic systems (like in the linked post, I'm using endogenic as an umbrella term). The brain is complex. It's as simple as that. So what if a system or alter formed from some other silly way? Who are you to dictate how somebody's brain works? Even before we found out our system was more than just traumagenic, we still got fakeclaimed over the dumbest shit ever and well... for a 13 year old body and newly discovered system, that fakeclaiming was actually really harmful and worsened our trauma. Because of that, we'll always support all systems under the endogenic umbrella or any system that's been deemed "different than others". We don't need to understand how your system works to know that fakeclaiming is harmful and wouldn't wish it on anybody else.

If anyone would like to pitch in, I highly encourage it. I would also appreciate it if anyone could give us some blogs to tag that help educate people on disorders that are downplayed or aren't talked about enough. Some YouTube channels that are informative will be appreciated, too!!

I'm gonna tag my partner's blog ( @zerasocial )if anyone wants to ask them about their experience with ASPD or NPD.

I'd prefer no discourse in any of the notes of this post. If you feel the need to correct me on anything, you're free to DM me and I'll fix anything if needed.

[nayruwu]

full entire analysis of The Shinya Scene in chapter 83

... because in all my years of being here i've only ever talked about it in bits, but now that he's back and my demons have caught up to me i guess it's time to look at the whole thing combined.

and yes, i will be talking about guren. a lot. because whether you like it or not, guren is the main character, and shinya's role to an extent revolves around him. yes, i also wish we knew more about him outside of that, but it is what it is. i'll work with what i've got.

i actually recently saw someone who was wondering why people shipped gureshin, or why they believe shinya is in love with him - and since this chapter was my personal 'awh fuck i guess this is what i'll be constantly thinking about for the next 6+ years'-moment, perhaps when you see someone wondering the same, you can send them this.

let's start with the basics! in case you forgot it all starts off with shinya asking byakkomaru for more power to try and save guren.

yay for character exposition!

normal people's personality traits aside, shinya largely turned out the way he did because of childhood trauma. if your friends are constantly taken away from you, eventually, you're gonna stop caring about others. if emotions like sadness or fear of death will make you more vulnerable to attacks, you're gonna stop being afraid out of pure necessity. the training facility required shinya to care about no one but himself and go through there with an absolute calmness and rationality that protected him but also turned him into an empty unfeeling husk that doesn't really know why it's even alive.

also, lovely touch that it's just always raining inside his heart. i'm sensing he might have experienced sadness of some sort.

don't really appreciate the "yet you still hold burning desires" without any indication of what they might be, although you can guess looking at the following pages.

i'll talk about this topic some more a few pages down, but it's quite interesting how shinya believes reaching for impossible goals is meaningless, pretty much says 'no one cares that you tried if you don't succeed', while simultaneously admiring guren so much for never giving up.

"Though you never managed to make mahiru yours, you still feel nothing." shinya expressed some jealousy in catastrophe about having his government assigned fiancée constantly talking about another kid, but he seems to acknowledge that such a feeling is useless, and eventually drops it. which is also probably how he could talk about it so freely to guren instead of letting it fester and turn into bitterness.

"It is believing that way which fulfills your desires." he knows it's not the only way to think, but it acts as a sort of defence mechanism which spares him a lot of the pain people that experience emotions normally go through. i imagine it feels quite relieving, to be able to save yourself from it.

and oh! byakkomaru asks him a question about himself and shinya grins and tells him he doesn't need to ask these things, because he's his demon, he already knows everything about him! how interesting. let's call back to that later.

interesting comparison here. i think what it really comes down to in the end is passion.

to be quite frank, shinya's entire existence is downright miserable. he was entirely on his own for most of his life, having no one to depend on, being constantly reminded of his worthlessness and stuck in that horrible place he knows he can't get out of. but that's just it. he knows there's no way out, and he doesn't question it anymore. he's accepted it. he doesn't outwardly want or strive for anything. (although of course, byakkomaru needs to draw power from somewhere. so we can assume those other 'burning desires' are sitting somewhere very, very deep inside to the point where he can't even put them into words - considering that when asked about his biggest wish in the official fanbook, he can't think of anything, and instead chooses something that might make guren happy. whatever he wants himself is probably so impossible to him he wouldn't dare reach for, or even dream of it. if you can't get it, 'the effort is meaningless'.)

meanwhile guren, despite the general degradation of the ichinose clan, starts out with much more, a clan that supports him fully, a parent that loves him, devoted followers and a beautiful home - which is all violently ripped away from him one after the other. he suffers so so much within the story, and yet he never stops trying, never falls into that sad routine, never accepts defeat, always burning 'like the sun' in a way shinya can't. and because he knows he can't, never could, he tries to help. he bases his entire self worth on supporting someone he believes to be good.

i do appreciate a good Guren Roast. guren acts strictly on his feelings, which is confusing but incredibly endearing to shinya, who would be long dead if he'd acted the same. which i suppose is why he's looking at him like... that™. a little reminiscent of shinoa longingly staring at yuuichirou and thinking "teach me more", except shinya is a guy, so he's not allowed to blush about it.

he then very casually mentions that he hates idiots, so therefore he hates guren. note this down.

and here we have it. the fucking "person who is a stone cold rationalist but suddenly throws all logic out of the window when it comes to love" trope. in MY shounen manga. fucking wow. all that talk about shinya not feeling anything and only ever acting logically but when it comes to guren he starts contradicting himself. that's certainly not suspicious at all.

alright here we go fuck you fuck you fuck you.

i've yapped on an on about this page way too much, but just for completion's sake:

byakkomaru uses the word "恋" (koi). and i'm not japanese, i don't speak japanese, but my embarrassingly extensive research has concluded that as opposed to "愛" (ai), which is the stable, general and intentional feeling of love you hold for family members or your actual romantic partner, koi is an exclusively romantic term for when you've fallen in love with someone without meaning to, and whom you're not in a relationship with. or - oh dear! - "It can also have a meaning of longing for something or someone." sounds oddly familiar, maybe?

because what shinya actually responds here in the japanese original is "it's just 憧れ". and while this little fucker of a word can be translated to 'deep admiration' (which, of course, fits quite well), it can also be translated to 'longing' or 'yearning' - which is a word that has also been used to describe guren and mahiru's feelings for each other, in which case it has always been translated as longing. huh. funny that.

other than that, let's look at it in relation to what else has happened in this scene!

first off - "you're my demon, you know that!" byakkomaru doesn't need to make assumptions about him. he knows shinya better than anyone else, probably even shinya himself. knowing that, it seems more like he's trying to make shinya acknowledge it, perhaps to pull out more of that desire that he needs out of him, rather than an actual 'well MAYBE you're in love just saying. it's entirely irrelevant but it kinda popped into my mind right now'.

secondly, shortly before byakkomaru's statement, shinya does that cheerful intentionally-lying-through-his-teeth, stating that he hates guren because he hates idiots. which is obviously fucking bullshit, and everyone knows it. he knows it. byakkomaru knows it. guren knows it. hell, my fucking grandmother that i haven't seen since i was seven years old knows it.

but seriously - he spouts obvious lies in a sing-songy voice and laughs off everything byakkomaru throws at him. and we know smiling is shinya's way to deal with stress. (it's quite obvious, but was also explicitly mentioned in catastrophe). acknowledging something like this outright, that you might be in love with your best friend who's also your ex-fiancée's ex boyfriend, that'd be incredibly stressful, perhaps even scary, wouldn't it? especially for someone like him who we just established has survived by not growing attached to people and locking away all strong feelings for most of their life. who's to say that his "it's just 憧れ" isn't also just a lie meant to avoid a direct confronation about his own feelings that is obvious to byakkomaru but not to the reader?

once again we're talking about guren's passion and the fact that shinya really, really wants to help him. awesome.

what's also interesting to note is the part where he says "i completely understand why mahiru chose him over me". something similar is said multiple times in catastrophe, where he goes on about finally understanding what mahiru sees in him and why she loves him. could be 'girls love this guy that's so much better than me i wish i could be like him'. could also be kagami trying to sneak "SHINYA'S FEELINGS FOR GUREN = MAHIRU'S FEELINGS FOR GUREN" past censorship. who knows. not me. i'm just cleaning personell. anyone seen the broom closet?

"Do you intend to die here?" - "Good question." Thank you Shinya very cool.

he really just doesn't give a shit does he. insert another paragraph about how he doesn't have anything to wish for or look forward to. guren come get your passively suicidal emotional support animal.

the statement of never having had a reason to live despite him outright telling guren that his life had meaning because he got to meet him implies that this realisation only came as he was dying. he had to die to be able to see any meaning to life. which is really fucking sad if you ask me, but it lines up with his development in the novels - as soon as you accept weakness you accept that it will kill you. as soon as it all makes sense, it's over. can't have shit in owari no seraph.

despite everything, shinya hates losing to guren. this is something that's always been difficult for me to understand because i can't relate at all and it just seemed kind of childish, but we can actually explain it pretty easily by looking at the circumstances of his upbringing once again. shinya grew up in an environment where not being the smartest, fastest and most talented, where losing meant immediate death. if he's the best, he gets to survive. if there's someone better than him, he'll be disposed of. of course someone close to him that's a better person, is easily loved by so many different people (especially mahiru, who from shinya's point of view was the only reason he was even allowed to exist), can feel like a threat. it's what makes his characterisation so fun to me, because if i just look closely enough, i can explain most of what he does and says. i am nowhere near as good at understand whatever is going on in guren's mind.

aaand this actually concludes my little essay! thank you very much for coming everyone. it was a blast. feel free to leave some marzipan in the tip jar by the door. toodles!

anyway. do i think shinya is in love with guren? yes. i don't think any author would put this much thought into something that in the end is just there for shits and giggles. there's the drama cd too, where shinya uses a phrase that is commonly used in writing to subtly confess to another person (i actually only recently realised it was used in The Stranger by the Shore as well, which is straight up queer literature). his fanbook entry states that he is not interested in women. he can neither sit nor stand up fucking straight. there are so, so many hints if you just look for them. now, do i think it will lead anywhere? although i wish it would, nope. everything that nods to romantic feelings is from shinya's side exclusively, and he's far from the only one that fell for guren. but what i am certain of is that he is meant to be read this way.

my personal interpretation of him and his feelings in general is that he is aware of them, and although initially it might have been terrifying, he eventually came to accept it as Just The Way It Is. i don't view it as unrequited love in the "senpai will never love me back😭💔" way, because i don't think in this universe he'd ever allow himself to even consider the thought of his feelings being reciprocated (and in the end he is loved back, just differently), but perhaps they're an assurance that deep down he is still human and able to feel like everyone else. of course it's natural that you'd want to be loved back, so we can put that on the "and yet you still hold burning desires" shelf. but well, this isn't based on facts, it's just what i personally find the most endearing to think about!

[fleshandregret]

Skully headcanons (both general and relationship stuff)

The parts with the reader are gender neutral, also there is a point that could be considered nsfw I think but it's really just general stuff so nothing much really.

-English isn't my first language so sorry if there are errors and other stuff that simply ain't right and I hope you enjoy :)

+So first of all we know that he isn't from the world that hosts Halloween town, meaning he doesn't dress like that... probably. Personality wise I'd say that he only has energy when he is 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 excited about something, usually a topic that he really likes, but other than that he'd probably be kind of laid back. Like the Kaworu Nagisa type of laid back, he talks and stuff, nods and smiles but doesn't really express emotions in a really... 𝘴𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘺 (this phrase makes sense in my head please bare with me).

+Now I fully believe that he probably dresses in two ways, no in between. We can have the fancy version of him, probably on those days where he feels motivated enough to wear something nice, and those are the only times where he wears some type of goth outfit, then we have the 𝘶𝘴𝘶𝘢𝘭 version of him, the one where he's probably wearing a random cardigan with the most hideous Halloween design anyone's ever seen in their entire live. You know those 90s cardigans, the hand knitted ones with the different patterns randomly sprinkled on the base, yeah, those beauties.

+Now let's be sincere, he's probably autistic. He seems to not really understand "standard" social cues, like when he kisses everyone's hand and they are basically disgusted, also when in Halloween town he hugs grim and Epel(?) just because of how excited he is and they are 𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘺 dying inside but he doesn't even seem to notice lol. Now the most noticeable part is also the one where he only talks about Jack and the related festivity, it literally feels like a special interest, the kind that sticks with you for all your life and you can't really get out of your sistem. Also we know that no one really likes him or talks to him in his real world, which is unfortunately the reality of many neurodivergent people, often considered weird or annoying by others. I mean all the neurodivergent people I've met always had similar experiences, me included so yeah, I mean he also basically states that so.

+With this said I imagine him to be the type of person that tries to keep his interests to himself but fails horribly every time someone gets close enough and he thinks he can finally open himself up. Now we all know how that would end (not in a nice way) , meaning that he probably hides himself in the realities from different books and movies he likes. I firmly believe that the reason he was so happy to finally be in Halloween town was because he imagined so many times to live there without the trouble of other negative people that he felt as if he actually belonged somewhere for once.

+Now since this is getting depressing I'd say that if he had a partner he would probably need someone that either shares the same type of interests as him or simply has enough time to listen to him rant about his hyperfixations. I'd say that the first one would probably still be better because he'd feel as if someone finally understands him and gets why he likes certain things so much.

+Probably collects weird and creepy things, could be old stuff he found in a thrift shop or taxidermies he made himself or bought from some shop on Etsy lol. I see him as the type of guy to yes, love Halloween, but only a certain types of decorations, I mean the old/vintage type would be perfect but if you ever try to get him close to a basic plastic pumpkin (like the basket kind for trick or treat) he would probably start talking in an annoyed and frustrated way about how society ruined the original version of the holiday and stuff like that.

+Type of guy to listen to those long ass YouTube videos with the low quality image as thumbnail that last for more than two hours but include old songs that no one ever listened to, probably including the ones that 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘥𝘶𝘤𝘦𝘥 those songs.

+If he actually had a partner he would probably be clingy af, not in an annoying way but like a cat that's always around you way. I don't think that in public he would display that much affection, probably afraid of other people seeing him and judging once again, but when in private he would probably be constantly near you or touching you somehow, be it hugging you when watching a scary movie on the couch or if he's helping cooking something and suddenly you feel him speak in you ear, scaring the shit out of you because he somehow doesn't make any noise when walking.

+Has the worst eye bags you've ever seen in your life, the type that even if you put a red base and then the green and concealer or whatever they 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 fade away. They would probably only make him look good considering that be surely (to me at least so sshhh) wears at least a little eyeliner or eyeshadow. I dont think he was dry lips, even if the og image gives that impression I have a feeling that it's like those cracked type of lipsticks that you put on in layers and stuff.

+One again, if you share interests he would probably sing various tunes with you, be it the songs form the nightmare before Christmas or things like confrontation form the Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde musical. I can see him dramatically move around his room while singing a certain part and then looking at you like you hung the starts in the sky when you start singing the next part, even if you suck it doesn't matter really.

+I don't think that he's asexual but at the same time I don't think he'd be really interest in sex stuff anyway, like maybe sometime but more like vanilla things, he doesn't even look like he has the energy to keep up any fancy type of performance let's be fr. Would kiss you and whatever, sometimes make out if you have the time and actually feel like doing something like that, but generally I don't think that he would care much about there things.

+Probably has a pet, not sure which one but the possibilities are: a cat, more cats, rats (named Jack and Sally obvs) or some type of ferret. Not really a dog type of person even if he likes Zero. He probably doesn't have the energy to keep up with an animal like that even if he wants to.

[vitaminseetarot]

Pick a Bird: Your Next Romantic Getaway 💞🦢

*･ﾟ✧Masterlist | *･ﾟ✧Ko-Fi

Hey y'all, welcome back to a new pick a card reading. This reading is all about a possible rendezvous you and your special date or partner will have during the most pleasant time of year. Why Pokémon? I am strongly tempted to do a series of nostalgia themed pick a card readings, from different games and series, and similar looking birds showed up in my 3D card deck, so why not start with the classic trio?

[*this future person refers to someone romantically special and significant in your life. This PAC is for anyone single or in a relationship, and also LGBT+ friendly.]

Pick which legendary bird Pokémon calls to you. You can also view the 3D bird cards below to choose your pile:

Pile 1 - Articuno / Blue Bird ❄ Pile 2 - Zapdos / Yellow Bird ⚡ Pile 3 - Moltres / Red Bird 🔥

Pile 1 - Articuno ❄

3 of Swords, Queen of Cups, Knight of Swords, XII Hanged Man; 14 - Grace, Desert - Vision Quest, 30. Mimicry, Patterns - be your own witness, Forget-me-not - Rememberance

With your cards, I see your next romantic outing will feel sentimental and quaint. This pile is more focused on the depth of the connection that's made right away, so I'm seeing a date that is quiet and laid back. From the 3 of Swords, it looks like you haven't been crazy about the last few dates you were on, or of missed opportunities in the past. Your cards are saying to leave the previous experiences aside, since your date may actually relate to some of what you've gone through. You may also feel rather jaded about the dating scene in general, but this date will be like a breath of fresh air for you. Try going into this encounter with a forgiving, clean slate mindset, and they may be easier to approach and vise versa. I'm getting that there may be some awkward silences at the start, but to persist as it's merely a surface level freeze. Your next date may be a little on the shy side, perhaps just like you, and may just need some encouragement. If you're both shy, parallel play may be something you choose to do together to start. No matter what you choose to do, this date will be one to remember for years to come.

Your date is a sensitive soul with the Queen of Cups, yet erudite with the Knight of Swords. They possess a poetic mind yet are always down for a rousing trivia game. They enjoy being intellectually stimulated by the great books yet can't help themselves but fall into Youtube rabbit holes. A dumpster truck may roll by yet they see a song to compose in it. They have a bit of refinement in them, even if they prefer wearing plain clothing. But the scientific brain doesn't take away from their inner romantic heart, it just adds to their complexity. This person is very thoughtful and polite, I'm even seeing them bringing you a small wrapped gift on the first date! Moreover, they want to know what's going on in your world, so don't be surprised if they poke around with a few questions as they're eager to get to know you better. This person will likely let you be the one to decide where to go, as they appear to be fine with just hanging out and doing their own thing.

For date ideas, I'm seeing a lot of cafés in this pile, so it may start out as small and casual. Lunch or dinner may also likely be involved. Whether you go somewhere humble or sophisticated, it's also where you will feel more free to express yourself from the heart. The place does not seem to be as important in this pile as much as the nature of the conversations you will have. I'm getting My Dinner With Andre here, so when I say long conversations, I mean looong. You will find a reason to talk to them for potentially hours, so hopefully this café will stay open late for you two! If you are spiritual, they may be inclined to discuss those topics with you in depth. Otherwise, I'm seeing a lot of nostalgia here, and they'll likely be the same age as you, so you'll get to reminisce the good old days with them. You could talk about the same things over and over and neither of you will get bored. You may even find it within you to confess things to them that you normally wouldn't feel comfortable exchanging until after you've seen each other a few times. They just have a way of making you feel comfortable enough to open up more.

If you're feeling more active, you and your date may decide to do some sightseeing, especially if there are interesting monuments or statues that would make for breaking the ice with them. You two may stroll through flower gardens, picking up ice cream along the way, enjoying peaceful sunsets next to them before gazing up at the stars. I sense education is a strong theme here, so your date may actually take place at school or in a library, where you share a study session or extracurricular together, taking time out of practice to spend moments with each other. You may be drawn to art galleries or museums where you can quietly observe with your date. With Mimicry, I see your date could have very similar interests to yours, so creating a fun activity centered around that will gradually bring you two closer. They will bring out more cerebral and curious nature in you, and your conversations could spark new understanding and ways of perceiving things. They'll leave a strong emotional impression on you, and you them, that will stick long after the date is over. Something about the way they softly speak, especially to you, that leaves you begging for a little more. Cheers, pile 1!

Pile 2 - Zapdos ⚡

XIII Death, VII Chariot, 3 of Pentacles, XX Judgement; 26 - Joy, Mountain - Strength, 44. Scavenge, Insight - bright ideas are coming, Jonquil - Power

Okay, so this group is all about the great outdoors. I can't see your next romantic getaway being cooped up inside. I'm seeing a real getaway here, an emphasis on travel. New sights, new sounds. You want a date that isn't just good, it's transformative, where you feel different coming back home than you did when you left. That's a pretty tall order, but your date is adventurous enough to try. I feel like there's something you might have put on your bucket list to do someday, for example, and should your date find out what it is, they'll be very tempted to do it with you. Always wanted to visit a historic landmark or theme park but never had a reason to go before? They'll want to go through all the excitement with you, even if they've been at that very place a million times. If they're from another culture, they'll enjoy sharing their cuisine and expanding your taste palate. Seeing you light up with bliss will make them enjoy it like it's brand new, too.

This person is likely super energetic and a little intense, so don't expect them to sit still with a meal for too long. Eventually, they'll get itchy to find the next thing to tackle. Even if they seem distracted, they are 100% on board with having you there next to them for the ride. It's just that I'm picking up so much hyperactivity with your date in particular, so make sure you two find ways to stay preoccupied the whole date. The positive side of having the Chariot here is that they'll want to get you out there in the world without straying too far out of your comfort zone. They're ever shifting in moods but also emotionally aware of how important personal boundaries are. It's all about gentle encouragement here; this person will help you get out of your shell in a way that doesn't feel so overwhelming, so you feel safe enough to explore different things to do with them. They may seem a bit standoffish at first glance, but will quickly prove their nonjudgmental, compassionate voice. They will go at your pace and be patient with you as well as others (being nice to waiters is a green flag).

Enjoying nature seems to be the first choice when it comes to this pile, although for many reasons I don't really recommend hiking in the back woods as a first date option. A small local mini golf course may be a better option for nature lovers. I would suggest finding a place close by where you can enjoy scenic views in public, like a tourist stop where they have those lookout binoculars (not actually sure what those are called lol). Boardwalk piers are a sound choice as they offer food, ocean views, and fun in one place. I'm also picking up something about a scavenger hunt here, though it may be in the form of going out shopping for strange antiques. (An adult scavenger hunt sounds fun, ngl ;_;) You may also feel inclined to scavenge through haunted or abandoned places within reason. There is a desire to check out unusual places, like streets in town with unique graffiti displays or playing a murder mystery game. A few of you may be horror fans who want to get thrills through watching a movie or trying out an escape room.

Music is also showing up here, with the girl's harp in Joy and the angel's trumpet in Judgement. I'm getting that some of you would enjoy attending a music festival or rock show, maybe even at an underground venue. If you and your date both play music, your next getaway may involve sharing a deeper bond through composing and playing together. You may inspire each other creatively through this collaboration. This is somebody who could definitely get you into a band or genre you would have never tried before were it not for their influence. They may also talk you into singing karaoke or taking dance classes with them. If this isn't music it could be some other kind of art, but I'm getting that you'll feel the urge to create something with them, like spending a day at a local paintbar. If you're up for it, go for it! They'll bring out a more bold and confident side of you who isn't afraid to take a little chance to express their artistic voice, and they'll fall for whatever you show them. Even with all this noise and activity, there will still be plenty of spaces of silence for creating a peaceful connection with them. Rock on, pile 2!

Pile 3 - Moltres 🔥

10 of Cups, VIII Strength, XXI World, 5 of Swords; 6 - Freedom, Dreamtime - Creation, 3. Anticipation, Higher Ground - rise above the noise, Geranium - Virility

Your next lovely outing will be invigorating and filled with excitement. I'm seeing city lights and hearing laughter. With 5 of Swords, your romantic outing may start as a friend group but dwindle down over the night, creating a shared space for you and your date to connect. The two of you will eventually slip away from the pack and find your own fun thing to do together, even if that means having one drive the other home. A single humble little drive or intimate conversation by the bus stop could prove more titillating than having multiple dinner dates on the schedule. Some of you may choose to wander through the expanse of the cityscape, meandering through unseen parks and finding unique hole-in-the-wall boutiques in places you thought you knew. Your date will be drawn to your spontaneity and wanderlust, or they will find a way to bring those qualities out in you. On the spot, the two of you will find ideas for where to go next, and not one minute of the night will get dull.

What I like about this date is their openness toward you; with the Strength card, they are gonna be down for whatever you feel like doing and enjoy it as if it were their plans all along. Feeding pigeons at a business park? Sure! they'll say. Trying on random clothes they'd never wear in a million years? They'll do it if it means they can do it with you. They know these moments of serendipity open a new dimension of wonder and merriment as it does yours. Perhaps you've wanted to date someone who expands your horizons and lets your curiosity run wild. A movie and dinner isn't bad per se, but it's the random sequences in between that form stronger memories. You don't want to see what they look like dressed and planned for the occasion, but when they're at their most improvisational. A date filled with pleasant surprises and random moments of joy will bring healing when dating as a whole begins to feel scripted and rehearsed. Happiness doesn't wait for a happily ever after when it can come today, and your date will know that too.

I'm getting a lot of hints for theater in the Anticipation card, next to Dreamtime. A good date idea may start as a theater show. Theater offers more variety and chances of interaction with the audience. Take them to see Rocky Horror, make sure to bring toast. A concert may be equally as engaging for the two of you, especially one that has you two dancing and screaming the whole time. You may also look into outdoor theater, as the Freedom card suggests with its lush grassy fields. There may be some adrenaline seeking here, so you may go indoor rock climbing or go-kart racing. Axe throwing sounds scary, but it's easier than it looks and a lot of fun. If you're looking for a random place to go and they ask you for suggestions, try the park. You and your date may travel to a city for a day trip and then just decide to go to a park after visiting something else and discover an incredible monument or festivity out of nowhere. It may end up being the best part of the day. So you never know what you may find while walking about in the evening.

For other date suggestions, I'm seeing house parties and nightclubs, where you come with friends initially. Some of your friends may not be too crazy about you leaving them behind for a date, so make sure boundaries are established with your friends before going out so you're all on the same page. They may not be mad at you, just checking in on you to see you're okay and safe. Finally, sport games may be another area of interest for you and your next date, especially if you bring mitts with the intent on catching any stray baseballs. You two would be the kind of date that would make silly faces up on the screen at the games if you were featured, or at least your date dreams of it! If you're on the beach and you see a volleyball net, challenge them to a game as they would love to see your competitive side! Of all piles, this is the only one where I see unplanned and on-the-spot trips and activities being arranged. If this feels outside of your comfort zone, you may feel called to choose a different pile, but it could also be that your future date will bring out this carefree and spontaneous character in you. Stay safe and have lots of fun, pile 3!

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[hotdaemondtargaryen]

PHIA SABAN INTERVIEWED BY ENTERTAINMENT WEEKLY.

SO MUCH HAPPENED IN THE FINALE, AND HELAENA WAS IN THE MIDDLE OF SO MUCH OF IT. WHAT WAS YOUR REACTION WHEN YOU FOUND OUT HOW MUCH INFLUENCE HELAENA WAS GOING TO HAVE IN THIS EPISODE?

"When I read the episode, I was so excited to be involved in that trippy dream sequence."

"I was hoping that I was going to arise from a lake of goo or something, or fly."

"But I was also really happy to stand there and talk."

"That was really exciting because we did that all in a green screen stage, just me and Matt, so it was really cool."

"I watched the last episode last night, and it was really cool to see all of that come to life."

"I was very pleased to be involved in that."

"My other thought was if she feels this kind of clarity in that scene that she has with Aemond, and that isn't historically how she's felt about her power and everything."

I needed to work backwards from there and try and work out what journey she has been on, for that moment to be so clear, when usually she's a bit more like, "Oh, there's a beast somewhere."

WHAT CONVERSATIONS DID YOU HAVE WITH SHOWRUNNER RYAN CONDAL ABOUT HELAENA'S EXPANDED ROLE AND HOW SHE'S GOTTEN TO THIS POINT IN THE FINALE? BECAUSE SO MUCH OF HER JOURNEY HAS BEEN INTERNAL.

"Actually, Ryan and [writer] Sara [Hess] and the writers, they very much left it to me as to how Helaena feels, how she connects to that side of it, and how it manifests for her, but it's an interesting one."

"The line between what I know and what she knows, I try and keep quite close together, so it's not always so helpful for me to have this really overarching idea of how exactly she plays in and what magic it is."

"Because I think every time when that happens to her, it feels like the first time."

"So I know as much as she does, in a way, but they were very keen for me to interpret it however I want."

"Then I think they're just going to weave it into the story in their magical way."

TELL ME ABOUT YOUR PROCESS IN WORKING BACKWARDS FROM THAT CONFRONTATION WITH AEMOND. HOW DID YOU GET INTO HELAENA'S MINDSET?

"How I describe it is she has this amazingly strong intuition, and things come to her as gut feelings in flashes, but they're not always clear."

"She can't always turn them into advice."

"It's more of like a feeling that takes her over."

"That's where some of those really abstract things that she mutters earlier on comes from, but she also thinks of herself and knows of herself that she's quite a strange girl."

"There's a way in which her family lets her go and be her strangeness in her room and do all of her Helaena things."

But also she partially thinks, "Maybe if I didn't have these weird feelings or this strange intuition or this really intense experience that I have, then I could be a bit closer to people around me, or I could communicate better or it would be less strange."

"Part of her represses that stuff."

"Then I think with the trauma that happened to her in episode 1, essentially the worst possible thing happened, and there's a certain amount of dissociation and almost like a letting go of that, like trying her best to be the same as everyone else."

She has disassociated from the family reality, and maybe she has stepped in a little bit more to the other place, and she has more access because she's gone, "I can't abandon myself as well, so what is this?"

"She's given it the attention and the intensity it needed."

SINCE HELAENA BEING A DRAGON DREAMER ISN'T IN THE BOOK, WHAT DO YOU THINK OF HOW YOU'RE GETTING TO CHART NEW TERRITORY FOR THE CHARACTER?

"It's really fun."

"I know that people feel so passionately and lovingly towards the original story, but I think that me, as a fan of things, I love a certain level of loyalty."

"Then I love the idea that I can be surprised or something could be subverted."

"It more flatters the audience's intelligence when you get to surprise them and subvert things, so I like the idea that people didn't see that coming for Helaena."

"Obviously, I can't watch the show as an impartial person."

I WOULD BE VERY IMPRESSED IF YOU COULD.

"[Laughs] I'd be like a psychopath, yeah."

WHAT'S IT LIKE BEING THE BRAN OF THIS SHOW?

"The thing is that I really have absolutely no idea what's happening next season."

"I think that moment in episode 8 is an example of how clear and how powerful she can be, but I don't think that's the beginning of now she can just communicate like that."

"I wouldn't be surprised if she walks away from Aemond, [mimes shaking her head and shoulders and blows out a breath], and she goes inside and goes to her room and that doesn't happen again for a long time."

"So who knows, but it would be really cool if I got to spend more time in that vision dream world."

"I would love that."

"There's that moment when Daemon's going over to the tree, and then there's a guy with a deer head or something."

"I think Helaena should hang out with him."

THEY SHOULD GO OFF TOGETHER HAVE THEIR OWN SIDE ADVENTURES. NEW SPINOFF IDEA.

"Yeah, exactly."

"That's what I want for the next season."

DOES THIS REVELATION THAT HELAENA IS ACTUALLY A DRAGON DREAMER MAKE YOU RETHINK YOUR CHARACTER AT ALL?

"Yeah, I think it's fun because it's essentially development, which is what you always hope for when you play someone."

"I just really hope that there's momentum from this, that we see her change more and more and keep on being surprising."

WHAT WAS IT LIKE FILMING THAT SCENE WITH MATT WHERE HELAENA KNOCKS DAEMON DOWN A PEG AND REALLY HUMBLES HIM IN THE FINALE?

"It was fun."

We were there on the green screen going like, 'What the hell is this going to look like?'

"But it's great to do work with the people from the other team because at this point the relationships are so bad that you're really only going to get Helaena and Daemon together in a vision."

"They're probably not going to be having lunch together anytime soon."

"[Laughs] I'd love to go and hang out with Harry Collett and Bethany Antonia and Phoebe Campbell next time."

"I'd like to go and hang out with Alys Rivers [Gayle Rankin], all the people that live in different castles."

"Maybe I could meet them in dreams."

"That would be really good."

"It'd be like ... did you ever play Club Penguin?"

[LAUGHS] I HAVE!

"It could be Club Penguin."

It's like, "Meet me here at 3 p.m. by the igloo."

That'd be so fun if Helaena could just be like, "Let's go and hang out in dreams. Go and touch the tree, and I'll be there."

NO ONE HAS EVER LISTENED TO HELAENA UNTIL DAEMON REALLY TAKES HER WORDS TO HEART AND CHANGES HIS ENTIRE COURSE. DOES HELAENA FULLY APPRECIATE OR EVEN KNOW THE PART SHE'S PLAYING IN THIS WAR NOW?

"No, I don't think so."

It's all so intense for her and so immediate that I don't think she even is always like, "I have this overarching understanding of the story."

"I think it comes to her in moments."

"Maybe it muddies the water more, but I feel like that whole dream stuff is up for interpretation as well from the audience."

"How much is she a projection of his guilt, or how much did he just need to hear that from someone?"

"It's this magical realm, so anything could be possible."

"Maybe that's something that she could say in a moment, and then she's gone from there again, and it's just like she was just being channeled through."

"Who knows? Maybe we'll find out more."

I think to her it's just, 'This is my really intense experience of being alive,' and that's enough self-analysis for anyone in that moment.

It's like, "What am I going through?"

"And then there's this clarity."

"She's got a lot to process this season."

"Bless her."

WHAT WAS IT LIKE FILMING THE SCENE WHERE HELAENA STANDS UP TO AEMOND AND REVEALS SHE KNOWS THE TRUTH ABOUT WHAT HE DID? THAT'S ONE OF THOSE RARE MOMENTS OF CLARITY FOR HER.

It's really fun to work with Ewan — yet again, I'm answering the question in an annoying way because I'm like, "I just like working with those people!"

"[Laughs] That was really cool."

"God, this is really the first time... it's the most eye-contact she's ever made in both seasons."

And she's really going like, "Don't fuck with me."

Basically, "Because I have this knowledge that's on a higher realm and I cannot and will not go and kill people for male ego and toxicity."

That's the other funny thing with this family: Yes, he's the Prince Regent or whatever, and her husband/brother is the King.

But actually to each other it's like, "You're my brother and you can push me and you can push me, but I know you."

"That is more about a sibling dynamic."

"Actually, I think that Aemond ironically is one of the people that Helaena feels she can communicate with a little bit better."

"They have this sort of affinity."

"It's just fun to play with those dynamics because she doesn't have a lot of long chats with anyone, so it's fun for me."

YEAH, THE LONGEST CHAT SHE'S HAD UNTIL NOW HAS BEEN WITH HER BUGS.

"Exactly, and they don't really answer back."

"This is very new and very overwhelming."

HELAENA DOESN'T WANT TO RIDE HER DRAGON INTO BATTLE, BUT DO YOU? HOW DO YOU FEEL ABOUT MISSING OUT ON THE BIG DRAGON BATTLES SO FAR?

"Yeah! It's House of the Dragon, and I've got a dragon, and I haven't got on it."

"I'm rusty."

"I really wanted to get on the dragon."

"I went and watched a few people on the buck this season, and I was so jealous."

"I'd really love to get on the dragon, or at least have a scene with Dreamfyre."

"Dreamfyre, like Vhagar, she's super ancient and big and cool."

"I'd like to see Helaena and Dreamfyre having a sort of spiritual connection, but I'm not complaining."

"I'm just happy to be here."

[thatnonameuser]

I like how Winston is rightfully pissed at MC. Her horrible naivety, the dumb hopeful behavior really fucking both their lives up, sad. MC still believes that she can change things to morph her perspective and ideals (ie. Save lives and escape or talk things through) which makes everything much more easier for the others to twist and manipulate. She's still playing by her own rules;; That's why I believe she's losing. That and major disadvantage when facing all these magically equipped yandere, 100% the worse place to be a darling ngl. If Riddle can fix your injuries with a swoosh of a hand, who's to say he's not afraid of you getting hurt so you can learn your lesson? If Chenya can hold you and follow you any time with his UM, who can say whether or not he's always there.

I can't wait for her to succumb to the world and realize, she's going to have to rewire herself if she doesn't want to be "just a darling". The only people hellbent on helping her are those in her dreams.. which gives me an idea. How will we escape? The key to escaping seems to have been broken but.. Winston's wedding ring seems to still have remnants of it. Will the other darlings have one too? Will we need those to escape? Are they hidden somewhere in the school? Just what ifs scenarios

He has every reason to be angry with her. If she never appeared his last strand of sanity wouldn’t have snapped and the only real, working exit he had would still be usable.

Winston sees her as a hallucination, a cruel voice promising him freedom that made his life worse (sort of like the Cheshire Cat in Winston’s recollection) while she ‘tried’ to help him, her decisions tore what was left of him to shreds. Winston’s madness isn’t just directed at her for putting him in this situation, it’s also at himself for perpetuating his suffering by rebelling against his wife. His mind was already in tatters, MC and Alice were just the final straw. 

You can’t completely fault her for being naive, she’s still not completely used to this world yet. A few days isn’t enough to completely rewire herself to adapt to her new, crappy and extremely disadvantaged situation, and she needs to learn and experience things to adapt to them. In later chapters, she’ll go very far to protect herself, stumble a few times and screw up even more, and maybe threaten her own life in the process, but she’s going to learn. Besides, she made one smart decision, learning how far they’re willing to go and willing to lie, is a decent first base for her on her path to fighting back.

For MC, Winston is a lesson in not being naive. He was naive, look where that got him once he opened his eyes. Should she try to bury her doubts with the idea of, ‘I just have to talk my way out of this, be cautious and I'll be fine.’ she’ll end up the same way he did. Miserable and terrified. Later on, she’ll grow to be less empathic and more distrusting, and how to manipulate her situation to her advantage. (She’s still going to suffer though)

Now for the part of her, finding a way back….. I’m waiting for TWST to tell me how the hell that’s going to work. I don’t want to write a way out yet because TWST still needs to confirm some things for me, but since there is one more Earthling Darling she’s yet to meet, maybe I’ll figure it out. Mostly since I have my own idea of how Book 8 is going to go, I want to see what happens first before I make the story’s way out.

Huge downside about the ring though, unfortunately, is that what remains of it is locked away in the Queendom of Roses, where only the royal family can access it. So unless MC goes heisting she’s not going to be able to get it. 

One little thing though, MC's presence won't have as big of an affect on all the OG stories. For this one she's a participant, for a few others she's mostly an observer with the ability to communicate with the other darlings.

[imaginesig]

Today, Tomorrow, Forever

SMAU with writing

Nicholas Hoult x Reader

Yn and Nicholas Hoult have known each other since their Skins days, but it wasn't love at first sight. How did they go from a one sides rivalry to dream marriage in 17 years?

Movie release dates/years have been edited for the sake of the story!

Idea sent by @ateliefloresdaprimavera

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nicholashoult 17 years ago made the worst mistake of my life, 11 years ago I had the best conversation ever, and 6 years ago I married the love of my life. I never imagined that one person could be the reason my world turns, but here she is. Happy anniversary my love 🤍

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aarontaylorjohnson happy anniversary!!

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hughgrant happy anniversary! I'm so happy to have met little you and watched as you've grown into an amazing man

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sebastianstan 6 years is no small accomplishment, I hope its a good ones guys!

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user1 they're the only couple ever

user2 stop the way he looks at her 😭🤭

user3 its the fact he still looks at her the same now as in that photo

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2007

N.H.

A laugh rang loud and clear across the busy set. My ears perked up at it and my eyes immediately rolled. There is only on person who has a laugh like that, a laugh that carries through the air with an annoying volume: Yn Ln. I glance towards the noise and notice a small gathering; April, Mitch, and Mike stand around with her laughing at something. Yn looks proud, so it must've been her joke.

"Oi! Nick come join us!" Mitch calls to me.

"I'm good mate, there's some lines I was hoping to review before we start filming again!" It was a lie. There were no lines, I reviewed everything exhaustively yesterday, a bunch of 'Michelle I'm sorry this' and 'Sid get laid' that. I just can't go over there. I can't imagine anything more dull than flocking around Yn and listen to whatever nonsense she spews into conversation.

"Alright we're going to pick up at scene 6. It's our last of the day so let's make it good!" Calls our director. We all fall into place, April by my side, and the others in a semicircle.

"After we're done for the day we should try that place for dinner," she says to Yn.

"Oh yes!" replies Yn with a cheery smiles. I can't help but scoff under my breath.

Y.L.

Across our fake circe, over the chatter of set I hear Nicholas scoff. It stung somewhere deep in my chest and tripped up my good mood.

I was over the moon to book this gig. Like almost every actor here, Skins was my start; from here I'd book more and more until I've reached the stars. My character was an awkward, ugly duckling but she was mine and I love her. This experience has been the best things thats happened to me ever; I've made so many great friends. There is only one problem: Nicholas Hoult. He's a phenomenal actor and a wonderful guy to everyone but me.

I can't recall what I've done over the past months to make him dislike me; at our first read throughs we were cordial and made wonderful small talk, but as filming progressed he distances himself and always has a noise or eye roll to accompany my words. The worst part was he's cute and seeing how hardworking he is around set doesn't help the school girl crush I have for him. And the nail on the coffin? He's a gentleman and so kind to everyone else, just not me. I'm a lucky girl, I suppose; you can't please everyone, so having 7/8 actors be my friends was fine by me. Plus his negatively was only ever a stumble in the road, not a ruin to my day.

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user1 he's so whipped, like Yn did not need to be mentioned for The Menu quote but she was

user2 no cause why did he go on longer about her and the Skins quote than any other line

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user4 get yourself a man that talks good about you even when you're not there

user5 the smile he had when talking about Yn makes me wanna cry

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2008

Y.L.

"Cheers!" A round of glasses clinking filled my ears. The core cast got together to celebrate the wrap of season 2 for Skins; we were currently tucked away in the back of some local restaurant in Bristol. I was sat at the end of the table, with Mitch on my right and Dev on my left; everyone was joking and sharing stories, it seemed every member at the table was holding at least 3 conversations. As Cassie would say, it was lovely. The warm lights reflected off of the wooden table and casted a gentle glow on everyone, including Nicholas at the other end of the table. We made eye contact as the table erupted into a roar at something Kaya said; I felt my cheeks burn with the stretch of my smile, but Nicholas's quickly turned from a bright laugh to a tight lipped smile. I rolled by eyes and chose to ignore him; I've let go any wish I had to understand his dislike of me.

I tore my eyes away from Nicholas's direction and looked around, my heart grew heavy. I am so glad we are all geared up to start new projects, but I'm so sad to see everyone separate. I hope we'd all be able to keep in touch. The conversations slowed down so I grabbed my almost empty glass and tapped on it, "Not to make this a cheesy movie moment, but I wanted to let you all know how grateful I am for Skins. Not only has this shown given us a jumping point, but its connected us all..."

N.H.

"...connected us all..." there she bloody goes, killing the mood with some dumb speech. Yn's words soon sounded like the parents from Charlie Brown. Yet, I looked forward to pretend to listen. This is the first time I've really looked at her out of character. I've gotten used to her brush out curls that would frizz out in the English humidity and the hideous fake glasses they'd put on her. All apart of the ugly duckling role she plays. Off set she looks fine, I wouldn't say anything special.

I look down and watch the condensation drip down my glass and onto the table; as the droplets raced I couldn't help but wish Yn was just a little funnier and more interesting.

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user1 they def went home and screwed after this

user2 I felt like I was interrupting something

user3 imagine having to be apart of the crew to film this

user4 Yn was way to excited there's no way Nicholas isn't getting slapped in bed at some point

user5 its the way he gave his answer away with the ask me off camera

user6 also Yn calling Nicholas instead of Nick when she asked 😭 girlie knows how to get what she wants

user7 they're both so possessive but polite

user8 I've never seen a celebrity be so comfortable and laugh (enjoyable not uncomfortable) at these, I love it

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N.H.

My bed felt softer and fluffier than a cloud when I flopped into in face first. It had been a long few months; Warm Bodies finished it wrap, I went straight into auditioning for new projects, and before I could blink I was swept up into press for the movie. I'm living the dream, but sometimes I just want everything to slow down.

My eyes just fluttered closed when my phone let out rapid buzzes, one at a time. I sighed in relief when it went silent, but was quickly disappointed when it started again. I rolled over to retrieve it from the bed beside me. Messages from the old skins group chat filled my lock screen; we made it after a meet up a couple years ago, but it was only ever active on someone's birthday, that was until today. The messages informed me that our old show was trending on twitter with fans pulling old photos, clips, and interviews from our time. I smiled and replied quickly before loading up the app for a quick trip down memory lane.

...

My room slowly grew darker as hours passed. Hours have passed as I went down the rabbit hole of Twitter reminiscing; at some point I ended up clicking on different links to interviews the cast has done. The current one was Yn answering a question that I can't remember. A pit formed in my stomach, she was beautiful inside and out. Every interview I saw her in, she had nothing but praises for everyone else and took every compliment with such humility. I was in awe of her answers, despite being formed on the spot came out with the poise of a well rehearsed speech. I made a horrible misjudgment.

"Whose do I most admire of the cast? I'd have to say Nick," the guilt in my chest grew, "he's so talented that you'd think he was a pure asshole if you only watch the show. We're not the closest, but I've seen from being around him he is an absolute sweetheart. That's what makes him admirable, his absolute kick ass work as Tony while being a fantastic cast mate."

I wished she was lying, but I can tell it's all genuine. I spent those years annoyed by her and mentally tearing down this girl, but she wasn't a girl. Yn was a poised young women who was down to Earth and spent her time raising people up. She was right we weren't close, because of me, but she still through so highly of me. I wanted to hit myself, she could've been an amazing friend and I was too dumb to let go of stupid stereotypes from a fictional show to see it.

I turned my phone off and rolled over. Tonight, I fell asleep with the beautiful sound of Yn laughing in my ears.

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N.H.

It was warm inside the event hall; I was currently sitting at my assigned table at the EBA Awards. I was nominated for my role as R in Warm Bodies, but seeing as I wasn't a huge name I was at the beginning of the carpet. I looked around to see other people mingling to pass the time as everyone makes their way in, but no one stood out so I stayed seated. Somewhere in the distance I heard a loud laugh; it was eerily familiar and certainly beautiful but I couldn't seem to place it. I pulled out my phone someone stopped near the table causing me to look up.

A breath got stuck in my throat as Yn Ln stood in front of me looking like a picture of perfection,"hey Nicholas! I saw you and wanted to catch up..."

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celeb_updates just days after the EBA Awards, former cast mates Yn Ln and Nicholas Hoult were seen on a supposed date! It's the first time they've been seen together/publicly interacted since the last Skins event they attended in 2008

tagged: no one

user1 omg the bad boy and good girl??

user2 we used to pray for days like these

user3 I'm thrilled with the idea of them just being friends much less ON A DATE

user4 OMG GUYS I THOUGHT I WAS CRAZY! I was hoping we'd get some content with them both attending the EBAs!!

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Marie Antoinette (directed by Sofia Coppola) Premiere

X-Men: Dark Pheonix (directed by Simon Kinberg) Premiere

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ynln secrets out 💍

tagged nicholashoult

nicholashoult I love you so much 🩵

ynln right back at ya 🩵

ajcook so excited!!

aprilpearson the scream I let out-- congrats guys!!

mitchhewer never saw it coming but you two work so well together!

user1 omg omg omg omg

user2 that first photo is giving total romcom vibes

user3 right?? I love the shot through the window

user4 part of me is so so excited, but another part just died because wdym Tony fell for C/N??

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ynhoult allow me to reintroduce myself...

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aarontaylorjohnson absolutely stunning bride!! Here's to a long, wonderful marriage

larrisaawilson party like no other! Many congrats

aprilpearson what a night!!! Love you both

user1 im actually crying

user2 ok my turn now...

user3 their personal cake is too cute

user4 the third picture 😭

user5 they're back in their skins party era

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nicholashoult today, tomorrow, forever

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hughgrant Congratulations! I hope its a long and happy marriage

ellefanning beautiful ceremony and killer reception

mikebaily congrats mate!

user1 the polaroids of the guests are so cute

user2 between the two of them there were more famous actors as guests at their wedding than the oscars 😭

user3 I want a love like this

user4 they're so intimate its adorable

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[airybcby]

happy spotify wrapped! my top song is rumah ke rumah by hindia, but the song is in indonesian, and i dont know if you understand it :')

basically, this song tells about ex-lovers. tells stories about love journeys with various people, both stories that turn out beautifully and those that end badly.

however, the purpose of this song is not directed at the ex-lovers. its directed to the only true love that the writer has, who always supports them, and becomes their last destination to end up when walking from house to house looking for true love.

i just ended up yapping uh oh, but again, happy spotify wrapped ^^

i love a good yap session so don’t worry! thank you for explaining it to me!!

if your top song was rumah ke rumah by hindia i’d pair you with…

isagi yoichi

જ⁀♡⊹｡° back to you

♡ a/n — for my spotify wrapped event ♡

♡ content — isagi yoichi x gn! reader, gn! reader, confused isagi, childhood friends, reader is isagi's one constant

♡ synopsis — isagi yoichi can't seem to understand how to make someone love him truly...but you always have.

The knock on your door wasn’t surprising—Isagi had always come to you when his world felt just a little too heavy to hold on his own.

You’d known since your junior high years, through victories and defeats, through fleeting romances and the messy aftermaths they often left behind.

He’d call them “learning experiences,” but you could see the way they chipped away at him, little by little, as he searched for something he couldn’t quite put into words.

Tonight was no different.

“I’m sorry for dropping by like this,” he said as you let him in, his voice quieter than usual.

“You don’t have to apologize,” you replied, stepping aside to let him into the warmth of your living room. “You know you’re always welcome here.”

He smiled at that, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. You didn’t push him to talk, knowing that he would open up when he was ready. Instead, you busied yourself making hot chocolate like you usually did for him, giving him the space he needed to gather his thoughts.

When you returned, he was sitting on the couch, his head resting against the backrest as he stared at the ceiling. The look on his face was distant, as if he was somewhere else entirely.

“Bad night?” you asked gently, setting the silly bear mug you had specifically for him down in front of him.

He let out a soft chuckle, shaking his head. “Bad month, maybe. I don’t know.”

You sat down beside him, waiting patiently as he traced the rim of the cup with his finger.

“I keep thinking about,” he started, his voice barely above a whisper. “you know, all the times I thought, ‘This is it. This is the connection I’ve been searching for.’ But it never works. It never feels... right.”

You didn’t say anything, letting him get the words out.

“I’m starting to think it’s me,” he admitted, his gaze dropping to the sweet liquid in his hands. “Like maybe I’m just not capable of... whatever it is people are supposed to feel when they find someone who makes them happy.”

Your chest ached at his words, but you kept your expression calm. “I don’t think that’s true,” you said softly.

“Then why does it always end the same way?” he asked, his voice tinged with frustration. “Why does it feel like I’m just wandering from one place to the next, trying to find something I can’t even define?”

You hesitated, the words on the tip of your tongue. You’d been there through it all, a quiet constant in his life, offering support without asking for anything in return. You’d watched him chase people who weren't right for him, always hoping he’d find what he was looking for, even as it broke your heart to know it wasn’t with you.

“Maybe,” you began cautiously, the words thick on your tongue. “you’ve been looking in the wrong places.”

He looked at you then, his brow furrowed in confusion.

“What if what you’re looking for isn’t out there?” you continued, your voice steady even as your heart raced.

His eyes widened slightly, and for a moment, neither of you said anything. The silence was heavy, but not uncomfortable. It was the kind of silence that carried years of unspoken words, finally brought to the surface.

“I’ve always been here, Yoichi,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper. “And I always will be.”

The weight of your words hung in the air, and you could see the shift in his expression as they sank in. It wasn’t immediate—Isagi had always been someone who needed time to process things—but there was something in the way he looked at you now that felt... different.

“Why didn’t you say anything before?” he asked, his voice soft, almost hesitant.

“Because you had to figure it out on your own.” you laughed at him. "I wasn't going to be pity date, ichi..." the nickname slipping past your lips in a familiar tone.

He let out a shaky breath, running a hand through his hair as a small, almost disbelieving smile tugged at his lips. “You’ve always been here,” he repeated, as if saying it out loud would make it feel more real.

You nodded, a quiet affirmation.

For the first time, he reached for your hand, his touch tentative but firm. And in that moment, you could see it—the realization, the understanding that he didn’t need to keep wandering.

Because his journey, no matter what, had always led him back to you.

i tried my best to fit what you explained to me, but i also threw in my own elements.

i hope you like it!

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[ariaste]

*sidles up to* hello! I need you to know the absolute death grip Running Close To The Wind has on my psyche. I have listened to it at least 9 times and read it at least twice. As a disable polyamorous kinky queer with 1 nb partner and one golden retriever boyfriend I have never felt more more lovingly courted by the narrative.

I thought it had been long enough for me to be normal about my emotions but it has not!!!! Instead please have this list of things i admire.

Every Single Character clearly has a rich internal life and develops and changes!!! I can't think of a single character that speaks in more than one scene that doesn't develop. Even Lt Viyan goes from cheerfully neutral to "stressed about the cake festival"

This goes double for how much of Tev's we can see even without the Captain's Log!!!! Tev has SO MANY FEELINGS.

I love the implication that the thing that finally broke their relationship the last time is that Avra sung a song in public that talked about Tev's body, and he never cottons on to the problem! Tev's body and Tev's gender are so thoroughly uncoupled to him that it never even crosses his mind it could be a problem, but it destroys Tev's trust. You would not believe the amount of time I have spent chewing over that one.

And all of that is before the story!!!!! There is never a moment of "Tev and Avra had been fucking off and on for 13 years, since Avra first came to the island of Lost Souls for work etc etc etc" but there is so much backstory that rewards you for paying attention, plus the tension of not knowing things at first.... beautiful

Julian is one of the things I have not processed sufficiently yet. I love him and his dom voice and how his emotional Journey starts off much more oblique to the reader because Avra doesn't know him as well and then the bar scene and and and. Aaaaaah. Special mention also to the lake scene

They're all adults with careers!!!! Not just adults, but adults of diverse ages and life experiences. Except Ellat, who is baby.

Pirate Society really does feel like a it's own distinct cultural group while also maintaining the sense that all of the Pirates came from somewhere with their own traditions, names, and values. You're so good at diversity that doesn't feel like just checking boxes and also doesn't fall into stereotypes.

You have made your own posts about disability in this book and I have been at this for an hour so I will leave it at: yes, thank you

The possibility that the goddess of luck is directly interfering with Avra (possibly deliberately trying to expose the secret) not just making him lucky, for example Avra's overwhelming need to go for a walk when they get to the hotel. I like that this is ambiguous mainly bc Avra just refuses to engage in that conversation

Avra is very smart actually!!!!! He talks about keeping his head empty but he is clever, insightful, educated, and curious about the world

Tev and Avra's murkey understanding of BDSM and aftercare - they have been doing both! But they are not good at it and Avra clearly has no idea what Julian's dom voice is doing to him. Tev knows enough about aftercare to cuddle Avra through the worst of it but also is Anti Touching. Cat's line, "and every so often having the honor of being entrusted quite profoundly with caring for you for an hour or two," implies a lot of trust and some hardcore emotional fallout!

I am going to send on this now before I lose my nerve about being perceived but thank you for writing My Favorite Book

[Second message postscript] Also I forgot to mention the absolute scathing critism of captialism, imperialism, and institutional power. Those things are. Also. Important to me.

I am truly and genuinely honored by these messages. Thank you for the absolute cornucopia of lovely compliments, thank you for taking so much time to write them out, and particularly thank you for all of your excellent insights! And listening to it NINE TIMES and reading it at least twice!! that is so many!!!! It only came out eight months ago! Wow, that is incredibly flattering. <3

I will respond to a couple of your points with the number of your comment: 1 & 2. Yes, Tev has SO MANY FEELINGS, thank you for noticing! I think it is easy to overlook how many feelings Tev has because most of them are expressed as Angry, but that doesn't mean they are Angry. Tev just copes with every emotion by also being mad at whatever caused it.

3. Y'know, I was about to say "To me it was more about Tev feeling shame and humiliation because Avra had exposed part of their sex life and one of Tev's kinks (their collection of spooky dildos)" but then I thought about it for two seconds and! No yeah, you're kind of right actually! Because that IS related to Tev's contentious relationship to their body, isn't it. And so is the Tev Doesn't Like Being Touched thing as you mentioned later -- it is all bound up in the trauma and psychic damage they took from growing up in Tash. Avra's song in particular I think just hit one of those triggers that is both personal/individual and cultural, and... as stated before, Tev copes with every emotion by also being mad, and those were some very, very big emotions they had. But yes, all that was going through Avra's mind was "Breaking News: Captain Teveri az-Haffar is so fucking hot, you guys, let me tell you ALL ABOUT IT" -- because to him, that's a praise song, that's the sort of thing people say about Xing Fe Hua (that he was an incredible pirate and "he kissed me full on the mouth") so why would it not be fine to also say it about Tev? He was using very Scuttle Cove culture-logic, and in THAT contexts, he was right, it does increase Tev's word-fame. But he also stepped on a major landmine in the Tash culture-logic. So... I feel like that illustrates one of the great tragedies of human interaction -- you can set out with the best of intentions and nothing but love in your heart and still manage to hurt someone you care about. That shit keeps me up at night, let me tell you what.

7. Ahhhh THANK YOU! This is something I work very hard at, because I too really dislike the "checking boxes" approach to diverse representation. It never feels sincere, for one thing -- as if the authors care more about diversity (the abstract concept) than they do about people (the living, breathing individuals they're writing about (or the ones who are reading the book)). I think it was particularly easy to do in the case of Pirate Society specifically because I went into it thinking, "Man, every single person on this island has a Story. NOBODY is here by accident except for the people who were born here, but even that is a Story in this context. How many different reasons can I come up with for someone having to throw their life away and move to the Isles of Lost Souls as one of its eponymous lost souls?"

11. Yeah the problem that Tev and Avra run into with their sex life is that they're both profoundly bad at intimacy. All the fraught bits of their relationship stem from that underlying wound they have to work around. Fortunately Julian is very good at intimacy. It is Julian's whole jam.

Anyway THANK YOU AGAIN for the truly lovely message -- the points I didn't respond to were only because I was like "mmm [sage nod] yes that's true" or "ah what a kind comment!" or both. :)

(Side note, but if you would enjoy talking to some other people who also love this book very much, there is an official fandom Discord server here: https://discord.gg/DTyee9HRR9 Come join us!)

[deidara-masaki]

Somewhen shortly after the events of "Resident Evil: Vendetta"...

(Read from the right to the left! A little story down below!)

Leon, had a lot in his mind. Mostly it is a misty, poisoned one, made of doubts and desperation about the sense of his doing. He goes back to his vacation, in a hotel to rest.

The battles. The undead. The horrifieing routine killing the people, who are turning people to monsters as it never shows an end. He got tired.

After the conversation he held with Chris, he wasn't sure of continuing. The helicopter landed, they went separated, he got lost to his thoughts again. Maybe he needed one more drink again, just to turn off the lights in his head and falling asleep.

Suddenly, his mobile rang in the darkness and he doesn't looked at the display but hang on the line. As a well-known voice started to talk to him.

It was Sasha, he had saved back in the ESR 2011.

Very unexpected, he teared up and started to tell, what was in his mind. Not to somebody like Chris. Or Claire. Or Rebecca. It was somebody, out off that endless war against the undead.

Buddy was been dipped into such a world, tasted it somewhere, but was out off it now. A survivor with experiences. But no longer fighting. A person, who never puts a hand to a gun again, but is a caretaker. With other perspectives and mindset. Different feelings. But most importantly:

Comfortable and soft, like a herb to the soul.

A hero like Leon, needs a space to rest. A moment to share. Somebody, to rely on.

The whole night long they are talking. Sometimes about how Sasha was going. The Slav is giving himself an example. And reminded Leon, why he was still alive.

It was because of him. And because of him, Irina and JD live. Sasha wrote a book about the events they shared, even published it and went back teaching.

"We owe it to the people, who died along us, we have to continue living.". That's the sentence which build Sasha back up again.

After many hours of listening and answering questions, Sasha came to an end:

"Once upon a time, a grumpy American, who had no breakfast, told me, that we owe it to the people, who are dying beside us, we have to continue living. No matter if it is your love, or your best friend. You have saved my life. Even if I was on the wrong road. That's what cops do. They don't question their job. They always know, what to do. They know, that danger, could hit anybody out there. But they don't care. So stop questioning it, get your mind together and do the best you always did since the very first day! Or else, you'll lose yourself!".

Leon knew, what Sasha meant by that. He summarised, what happened to the teacher during war. He lost himself, got blinded by vengeance, injected himself the plaga and almost turned to a monster. The blonde started questioning his regulary mindset and started to sigh in relief. As somebody would lay his cold but soft hand to a burning forehead and take all the hell out off his soul.

To the @rerarepairmonth , I drew a comic and have a little story to the topic "Mental Health/Support Systems". A call from the ESR, builds Leon up again and finding the strength, continuing his fight against the undead in Resident Evil: Death Island.

Sasha is a very stubborn man, if it is about the people he cares for. And I am sure, he watches the news all around the world.

It can't be held as a secret what happened in Tall Oaks and China (Resident Evil 6). And New York is a metropolitan city to the world. He knew, what must be going on in Leon's mind. So he wanted to help.

After the events in his homeland, Buddy got observed by the BSAA, until his rehabilitation was been finished. So he tried to get in contact to one of them, until he was able to get through Hunnigan. It was hard work. But worth it. 😌😏☀️🖤🔥

[looking4answers25]

Gale and Katniss - Friends to Strangers

I'm just doing some reading and research on different humanities approaches to studying fictional characters and had a sudden and unexplained bout of rage about Gale? I still have to finish re-reading/watching mockingjay but it just popped into my head.

That scene of Katniss being kind and worried about her prep team after finding them starving and hurt in District 13? I understand that Gale is angry and traumatized - he watched his home being fire bombed and lost most of his town - people he saw everyday. He needs to direct it somewhere and the Capitol is his true target, I understand and empathize. But the prep team - people who are actually fond of Katniss - who were indoctrined all their life and probably until being captured and tortured by 13 didn't really understand the reality of the world they lived in do not deserve his attitude. Nor does Katniss for being kind to people who have been unjustly hurt. That pissed me off. Being angry at her for being kind? Being empathetic?

I don't remember what teenage me thought about Gale exactly, I remember not really liking him much. Thinking back, it was most likely because of his entitlement about Katniss - as if all that time hunting with Katniss means she somehow belonged to him. That idea of ownership, the times he kissed her - always making it about how he needed to do it at least once or he knew she'd kiss him because he was hurt. Not once about love - not implied or otherwise. I've reblogged a post or two of other people talking about Gale having issues with Katniss choosing to spend time with people other than him (unless it's Prim), specifically Finnick. Katniss has grown since her times in the Games and has empathy for people who appear to 'have it all' like those from the wealthier districts and Finnick. She talks to Prim and Finnick about Peeta because they understand that he is important to her, beyond their 'star-crossed lovers' act/reality. But Gale hasn't - in his head, Peeta is a part of the Games still - something that 'took' Katniss away from him. In HG and CF for the games, the quell, and their engagement, and in MJ when she worries about him both before and after Peeta is rescued. That part where Gale offers to kill him for Katniss made me so angry. The idea of 'putting down' someone who can't help their condition, the lack of empathy.

Katniss and Gale were both parentified after their fathers died, Katniss more so because her mom checked out, but it seems like while Katniss grew to be more protective and defensiveness of those she loves, Gale became more aggressive and offensive. Kill or be killed. It's not that I don't understand. I don't like him but he is an interesting character. And SC absolutely fleshed out her characters so well. Readers mostly show the differences between Peeta and Gale, and Katniss and Peeta, but I think it is so so important to also contrast Gale and Katniss. These friends who depended on each other to feed their families who were so deeply twisted by their traumas they became strangers with little in common and no trust between them.

As an adult, reading the books, even from Katniss' perspective - Gale and Katniss don't fit together, slowly growing apart even as they apparently get closer. Not as friends by the time they're in District 13, let alone anything more intimate. The little moments lack the emotional intimacy of those cave scenes and train moments between Katniss and Peeta in HG and CF respectively. Gale and Katniss are both traumatized and twisted by their experiences and their new selves don't fit, not even as hunting partners. Even when they go above ground to hunt in MJ, they have an argument - it's completely different from how they interact in HG.

Gale became more utilitarian and ruthless, less empathetic, from "How different could it be?" (killing humans after hunting animals) in HG to not caring if the workers in District 2 are killed by being trapped in the Nut (mines) in MJ. Katniss in that scene is one of my favourite scenes of her.

Katniss remained kind and empathetic even with her defensiveness - think of the people she cared about and how much she gives people without expecting anything back. Her alliance with Rue - she didn't really care about what she could get back, it was more about protecting this clever little girl who reminded her of her sister. In CF, Katniss wanted Beetee, Wiress, and Mags as allies - she wanted to protect them. These clever, older, people no longer in peak physical condition - who should have been left in peace. Katniss is aware her prep team are silly and vapid but she doesn't really blame them for their ignorance.

Everyone talks about Peeta being kind, and he absolutely is, but Katniss is kind too. Her self-esteem and image of herself is flawed and as an unreliable narrator - her inner monologue doesn't let her see it.

[lazycats-stuff]

you know how you did you did another part of jinx and how he’s adapting to his new home, and we see him becoming more comfortable? Could you do the same idea and concept but with the weapon!reader???

Sure. My baby needs to get more comfortable. This gif is a symbol of (Y/N) fitting in. Batfamily & male!reader, PART 2 - first 2 part

Summary: (Y/N) won't be a weapon anymore.

Warnings: the family is trying to get (Y/N) comfortable, fluff, a little bit of angst,

It wasn't an easy feat to make (Y/N) comfortable. First thing that Bruce needed to do was establish the fact that (Y/N) will always have a choice. First thing he did was give (Y/N) a choice of choosing his own room.

(Y/N) was unsure what to do, because of the past experiences with choosing. He was never given a choice. He got what he got and that was it.

No more or less.

He picked a room at the end of the hall, opening the door. It was a nice spacious room, with his own bathroom.

" Since you don't really have clothes, you will have to borrow from Jason and Dick. We got you a toothbrush, tooth paste. Also, if you need something I am 3 doors down. " Bruce said, smiling softly at the teen.

" Alright. " (Y/N) said, entering the room.

" See you tomorrow then. " Bruce said, closing the door.

(Y/N) stood in his room, just looking. He was afraid to touch anything. Was this really his now? Did he really... Have an opportunity to choose?

He shook his head. He can't get comfortable. He really can't. But first, a shower is in order. He stinks a little bit. When he stepped out of the bathroom, he saw a pile of clothes on the bed. He looked at them.

For a split second he heard his handler's voice. He suppressed it and shook his head. If this is really a new life... He needs to let go. But that's always easier said than done. Everything in him was telling him not to do this, not to stay...

But... What if there was a chance to do leave everything behind? He pushed his hair back, licking his lips.

He will think more tomorrow. Right now, he needs to sleep. He is too tired to think.

Damian was in the garden, watching Titus run around happily letting out some energy. He went inside to replace the water inside Titus' water bowl. He frowned when he heard Titus coming in. He saw him walking from the corner of his eye.

When he got zoomies and when he was in the garden he didn't leave for a long while. He would only come in to sleep and eat. And to cuddle.

But he was always somewhere near Damian. Always.

Damian followed Titus quietly. He was going towards the bedrooms and he entered (Y/N)'s.

Damian rose his brow and he slowly walked over to the bedroom door.

" Hey Titus. " Was all that (Y/N) said, before he sighed. There was a little bit of shuffling and then it was silence. Damian poked his head in and saw something that Grayson would have thought to be adorable.

Titus was laying on (Y/N)'s chest, acting like a heavy blanket. Damian also noticed tear tracks on (Y/N)'s cheeks. (Y/N) froze when he saw Damian. He quickly shushed (Y/N) and raised his hands in defense.

" I was just wondering where Titus went. " Damian said, sitting down on the chair near the desk.

" You are feeling torn. " Damian said, watching (Y/N)'s face.

(Y/N) just nodded sheepishly.

" I know you just came and feel like you can't talk to anybody, but you can with me. Whatever you say to me, it's going to be in between us. " Damian said, watching as Titus shifted a little bit.

" I thought about this situation the first night I was let out of the cell. How... much more... It's not easy to think about it. "

" I know how you feel. I was thinking about the same thing. Although, I was way more rebellious. I didn't know what to think... But in the end, this is the best place to be. "

" You felt the same way? " (Y/N) asked, patting Titus' head.

" I did. Torn between all I knew for the first 10 years of my life and a new permanent environment. "

" How did you get over the dilemma? "

" I just accepted the mix of the two. " Damian said, shrugging his shoulders. " Of course, that doesn't have to work for you. " Damian added, watching as (Y/N)'s eyes got a little bit watery.

" I don't think I can let go. Every time I have tried to, just a little bit, I hear my handler's voice. "

Damian nodded. " If you ever need Titus, you can always take him. But he always has that sense for someone with anxiety so he will always go to you. " Damian said, petting Titus.

" Thanks Damian. "

Jason got back from patrol and he was desperate for a smoke. And if he was interrupted, may God help anyone who does that. He showered and changed into the more comfortable clothes. Afterwards, he opened the window and got out on the roof.

He was shocked to find that (Y/N) was already there, smoking too. They looked at the each, wondering what to do. Should they just go separate ways?

" We can smoke in silence? " Jason offered. " Trust me, I need it after the patrole and I don't want anybody to see me. " Jason said, seating next to (Y/N).

" Fine by me. " (Y/N) said, taking an another drag.

They did just that. Silence was prominent and they were just enjoying a good smoke. Jason because patrol was awful and full of shit, (Y/N) because of the thoughts going through his mind.

" Soooo... How are you settling in? " Jason asked, just to fill in the silence.

" It's going slowly. "

" You are feeling torn. " Jason said, taking a drag. He let the smoke out as he watched (Y/N).

" How do you know? " (Y/N) asked, taking a second cigarette.

" I can see it. And you are almost like Damian, but Damian was way more combative and rebellious. He tried to escape the manor multiple times. You are an angel compared to him. " Jason said, chuckling at the attempts.

" Is that why there are defenses? " (Y/N) asked, tilting his head.

" Yes and no. It's against burglars and other more trained people. You know, Bruce has a lot of enemies as a CEO and you know. " Jason said, waving his hands around.

" Huh. Why can I see that? " (Y/N) said, looking off into the distance.

" It's because you met Damian more thoroughly. Because of that you can see it. " Jason explained, leaning back down on the roof.

" He can be nice. " (Y/N) said, huffing out the smoke.

" When he is sleeping maybe. " Jason said, laughing quietly. " You two can bond over the fact of being trained as weapons. And trauma you two share. " Jason said, finishing his cigarette.

" Trauma bonding. " (Y/N) said dryly, also finishing up his cigarette. " Can I ask you something? " (Y/N) started. He thought about asking this for a while now, but he has never gathered any courage until now.

" Sure. What's up? "

" I am kind of tired of being couped up in here. I was wondering if... Bruce said anything about me going on patrol? " (Y/N) finished, looking straight ahead.

" He really didn't say anything... Don't worry, he has it in mind. He just wants to make sure you settle here. " Jason said, moving to the window. It was getting cold.

" He wants to make sure that you are in the right mindset. Patrol is important to him and he doesn't want you to be distracted. " Jason explained moving inside.

(Y/N) looked at the place where Jason was sitting down just moments before. Maybe. Just maybe.

Tim sighed as he was trying to find Black Mask. He was a slippery little shit who was keeping a low profile. Tim sighed quietly, rubbing his eyes. Tim turned his head to see (Y/N) coming into the cave. Tim liked (Y/N).

" Black Mask? " (Y/N) asked, moving closer to big computer. He had a general idea who that man is and what he does. But he wasn't different than the targets that (Y/N) was killing.

" Yup. I can't track him down for the life of me. " Tim said, leaning back. " How would you do it? " Tim asked, ready to get some help.

" Well, I would look for his second in command and torture him until he gives me the info. Of course, I would make sure that it's all incognito and what not. I assume you are not allowed to torture? " (Y/N) asked, making Tim nod.

" Well, we can't find his second in command either. " Tim explained.

(Y/N) looked at the screen, making him wonder. How would he approach this?

" Then look for his lieutenants. They are always in contact with the second in command. " (Y/N) said. " And if that doesn't work, then you have to look at the safe houses. Black Mask is in the city. " (Y/N) said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

" I hate him. " Tim declared making (Y/N) chuckle quietly. He wasn't the only one.

Dick was happy about this. It was the time where the family could have a movie night and they could be together to bond as a family. More so, (Y/N) could get more comfortable and that was a priority.

To absolutely everyone.

Dick went upstairs and basically dragged (Y/N) down. (Y/N), of course, allowed it. To Dick, that was a sign that (Y/N) got more comfortable.

(Y/N) was made to sit down on the couch, then covered with a blanket.

" What is happening? " (Y/N) asked, clearly confused.

" A movie night! Tonight, it's going to be Harry Potter movies. " Dick said, clearly excited.

" Harry Potter? "

Everyone stopped and looked at (Y/N). Bruce tried not to feel sad and tried to ignore that feeling that feeling in his heart. What the hell?

" Okay, so let me give you a brief summary. " Dick said, quickly giving (Y/N) a quick summary.

Everyone glanced at each other. They were going to give (Y/N) a brand new childhood. Starting with Harry Potter movies.