#i am sure u are also very cool and smart!!!

[rollercoasterwords]

not to sound like an insane person but you seem so cool and smart and i love reading your fics, your posts, and even just your commentary in the hashtags of a reblog!!! if we were in a book club together i would walk away from our conversations thinking “god, i’ll never be that cool and i’ll never sound that smart but maybe i can be their friend and i can learn something from them”

u do not sound like an insane person u sound so so smart and correct my hubris is a beast that i drag around on a leash please never stop feeding it 💕

[pookietv]

checkmate | arthurtv

first non social media post!! hope u guys like and thank u for all the love straight away, very cool :)

a lil arthur tv x reader

being round whilst the boys were watching the football was.. a strange experience to say the least. the moment you walk through the door you're practically having a can of beer shoved in your hand and ushered to come into the front room quietly so they don't miss any commentary.

though you didn't follow football too much, you did sit quiet and watch also, mainly just following what you're told, from chris telling you the ref is 'off his head' to george trying to convince you that the guy in goal is the best person on earth, it was quite interesting, besides the often shouting at the tv as if those in the commentary box could hear them.

as soon as you sat next to arthur he'd give you a small smile and nod, a quick hello before a comforting and quiet normal from arthur, his eyes trailing back to the tv as you crossed your legs, opened the can of beer and observed, slightly leaning your bodyweight on arthur, moving your head back to check he was okay with it, as you usually did, and he gave you a small grin, signalling it was fine.

when the game finished with an arsenal win (much to chris' enjoyment) the boys began chatting amongst themselves, and arthur pulled out his phone, beginning a chess game as they talked, and instantly got a bit of mocking for it.

"chess already, you sad, sad man," arthur hill laughed at his own remark a little, and arthur just shrugged, "it's fun and the games over so," he murmured, his cheeks slightly red but laughing himself also.

"to be fair, i always wanted to learn how to play chess, i mean i played a tiny bit in middle school but 'm not very good," you stated, and chris rolled his eyes, "not another nerd," but arthur looked up at you with his widely interested eyes.

"you wanna learn chess? i, i can try teach you, if you liked... i mean, i don't know how good of a coach i am but i can try," he offered, looking at you with a goofy and excited grin.

you nodded a little, smiling back, "yeah, sounds fun, i mean if you have the patience to teach me, i might not be very good," you added, as arthur shook his head a little "i'm sure you'll be fine, you're smart," adding "lemme go get my board," and leaving the room quite quickly, earning a snort from george.

"he's just happy that for once in his life he's not having to convince someone to play with him, and they actually want to play," he teased, and your eyes rolled a little, a small grin on your face.

"and especially because it's you," chris said, earning himself a soft shove from you and a little laugh.

"hey, leave the guy alone," you giggled a little.

"he's just dying for you to be mrs television," george charmed in with their not-so-subtle jokes about you and arthur.

it had been a running joke in the friend group for a while, that arthur had grown a bit of a crush on you, but you had shoved that in the back of your mind (or at least attempted to) because you were almost certain they were wrong and he was just a sweet guy.

it had also been a running teasing point that they all were also convinced that you had a crush on arthur too.

and whilst they weren't exactly wrong, you weren't going to give them the benefit of confirming it, or the leverage of admitting to them that they were right

"hm?" arthur said, his head cocked a little as he walked back into the living room, a box in his hands, clearly just curious about what the subject of conversation had turned to whilst he was gone.

"we were just talking about the fact that it's interesting that she wants to learn chess of all things," arthur hill teased, leading to everyone else giggling like school children.

arthur rolled his eyes, also used to the joking, "doesn't really surprise me, i mean you guys are too dense to play so hopefully if she gets a grip of it i might have a decent chess partner for once," he quipped back with a slight grin on his face, before opening the box on the coffee table and beginning to set out the pieces, as you sat on the other side of the coffee table, assuming the position to play.

"i'll let you play the white pieces, cause it means you get to go first," he says first, and you nod, looking down at the board, before he starts again, "you know the names of the pieces and how they move?"

"a little," you said, before pointing at some of the pieces, "a pawn, right? an' it just moves forward a space?" you stated, earning a nod from arthur.

"except on the first time you move them, then they can move two, if you like," he confirmed.

as you continued to play, the boys began rolling their eyes and proclaiming that you guys were 'officially nerds' and teasing before going into their rooms.

after a while, you had began to learn all the moves of pieces quite well, with small encouraging nods from arthur and little pieces of help so you weren't left completely stranded playing against someone much better than you.

"see, i've got you in check now, can you see it?" he asked a little softly as your eyes scanned across the board that was at least making a little more sense to you.

"mhm... it's your rook, right?" you said, though slightly unconvincingly as you bit on your nail a little, before arthur grinned.

"yeah, it is, so you obviously wanna move your king," he nodded, looking at you with almost a proud smile, "see, not long now and i'll have my own chess protégé," he joked a little, and you rolled your eyes.

"yeah, that may take a while arthur, but keep dreaming," you laughed back a little, looking up at him for a moment before back at the board. "by the way, why the hell is your guys' flat so cold? you guys can't afford the heating or something?" you teased a little more, before arthur shook his head.

"oh, i'm sorry, i didn't even realise it's cold, i thought it was warm, look, here," he practically babbled out before pulling his jumper from over his head, a baby blue one, and leaving him in a white shirt, well fitted on him.

"no, don't worry about it, you don't have to give me your-"

"no, seriously, take it, don't want you to be freezing," he murmured out, offering it to you, "like i said, i was warm anyways so,"

you nodded a little, looking at him with slightly flushed cheeks before taking it from him, thanking him quietly as you slipped it over your head.

"see? suits you more then me, anyways," he joked slightly but you shook your head.

"nah, i doubt it, probably look like shit right now, practically rolled out of bed when chris told me to come round," you joked a little, but arthur rolled his eyes a little, almost in disbelief.

"shut up, you. you know you always look good," he said, his own face flushed also.

"oh, um.. i mean, i doubt it, but thanks," you practically murmured out in response, cheeks burning red as you laughed a little at your own stupidly flustered state, eyes practically burning into the board in hopes that arthur could not see your flushed face as you moved a piece.

"i watched that shark documentary you recommended the other day," arthur stated, breaking the slight silence, and you looked back up at him, "oh yeah? what did you think?" you asked with a slight grin.

"the little section about shark bones was so cool!" he practically beamed, and you nodded, as he moved a piece in return.

"the part about when shark fossils are found they just look like bone because of calcium exposure! i thought that was so fucking cool," you giggled, and he nodded before pausing.

"i... i think it's really cool that i can always talk to you about my dumb interests like chess and animals and you're always interested and half of the time you know more then me, which i just find so cool," he said, and you smiled up at him slightly.

"well, i mean, its just... it is interesting, you know? i mean, you're very interesting, i like when you go on little rants about things and i get to listen," you nodded.

"i, um, i'm trying to say that, you know, i think it would be cool if we could go out and talk about weird things sometime," he said, and you felt your eyebrows furrow slightly, looking up at him with a slight twinge of confusion, his widened brown eyes looking down at you with a dopey grin.

"like, um... like a date, i mean," he clarified, before looking back at the board, "i have you in checkmate, by the way." he grinned slightly goofily.

"only you, arthur tv, could ask a girl out and checkmate her at the same time," you giggled a little, shaking your head in disbelief.

"i mean, i can take back the checkmate if that'll make you say yes?" he joked back.

"sure. i'll say i beat you in chess and you can take me on a date." you quipped back, and his grin only grew.

"best defeat of my life, easily."

[r3starttt]

ROOMMATES

PAIRING: ellie x abby

CW: fluff. modern au. hc's.

SUMMARY: Abby and Ellie and the begging of their roommate era <3

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Ellie who was awkwardly checking her phone when she first met Abby. Her fingers nervously tapping random stuff on her notes app, on the calculator, sending desperate messages to anyone just to avoid small talk.

there's this blonde girl I'm probably gonna be roommate with she's massive lol

Abby who would glance at Ellie here and there just to make sure the girl was keeping up with the whole tour and to get any sign that could let her know if she was actually interested in the whole roommate thing.

"The girl that came to see the place is a nerd, she's being all awkward and not talking at all. She's also wearing those black converse everyone likes for no reason."

"abs u listen to classical music to study stfu"

Abby who had to speak to Ellie first and directly ask if she was interested or not. And Ellie who struggled to talk but eventually managed to make the deal with Abby.

"Ellie, right?" the freckled cheeks hadn't been that red in a while. Not that she got scared or anything, she just felt extremely panicked thinking the blonde girl in front of her was about to start small talk- plus, she caught her off guard. "So, what do you think?" Abby crossed her arms, an habit- just there she realized how annoyed she looked. She wasn't, of course, but how could the auburn tell?

Abby, who Inmediatelly put the rules. No eating in the couch unless you have visits, and if so, you clean. No noise after 10 pm and no visits without warning nor after 10 pm either. You wash your dishes, you cook your food. bla bla. bla

"Hey so... uhm" Ellie's hands felt sweaty, her fingers fidgeted with each other as she let herself rest comfortably against the doorframe of Abby's room, who looked attentive.

The blonde's arms and legs crossed as she rested against her chair, seemingly frustrated by some stuff she was working on in her desk. "My... uh, I'm bringing someone? I was wondering- it's Friday, maybe I-"

"Yeah, I dont mind it. Just try to keep it quiet"

Abby who was also the first to break the rules

And there she was, flirting with the girl Ellie had fought so much to gain the smallest attention- "Yeah? is that so? oh... really?" currently one am and whatever stress she'd gathered along the week long forgotten.

Ellie who eventually put her own rules. And who got humbled every time because she didn't really care so Abby was the one reminding her about it.

"Why don't you just take mine?" the auburnette spoke with her mouth full, her phone in one hand and her bowl of cereal in the other as she watched the blonde walk all over the small kitchen.

Abby had been around five minutes trying to find a clean tupper of her own, almost having a crisis because oh she was one long minute late already. "You told me not to touch your stuff"

Abby who's super cool to Ellie's eyes, and Ellie who brags about her very cool roommate who's also very smart and strong and nice and sweet and nerdy and many cute stuff.

"didn't you say you wanted to find other place last week?"

"shut up jesse, she just- she was so annoying that day, okay? we are good now"

"we? bro she doesn't even talk to you"

Abby who made it feel illegal to even walk pass her room if her door was open? she was so strict over privacy matters. And Ellie who couldn't care less, taking any chance she had to glance at the room.

"You don't like star wars? what's with the poster then-" and only there, with Abby's look and the awkward silence, Ellie realized she had just fucked the little chance she had to get along with the blonde.

Abby, who eventually stopped caring so much about privacy matters and rules, it was practically impossible. Ellie was charming in her own way, and Abby wasn't so serious after all.

"The movie was lame" the auburnette spoke with her mouth full of a mix of chocolate and whatever else. Abby’s fingers stopped their track between the blonde locks being unbraided- her face into a frown as she met Ellie’s eyes. "You don't like anything! it's the fifth-" Their voices overlapped, Ellie denying whatever statement the blonde was trying to explain or prove. "You choose the next one and better keep quiet-" and again, shouting and anxious eating from Ellie who couldn't feel more comfortable suddenly.

[jttw-m0nkehs1mp]

Childhood Sillies

In which you reminisce the days of your youth. Innocent, playful and full of joy. And the occasional monkey that popped in once in a while...

Gn reader x Destined One from Black Myth Wukong

Trope: Fluff, slight angst

Warnings: None

Author's note: Was scanning through my gallery when I found an old video that I saved of someone who told about how they were younger and were catching fish in a pond. There was another child, a boy, who then bashfully caught all the fish he could and gave it to them. Ig u can see where this is going... Also, the story is set right before DO starts his journey.

The ending could be a bit rushed, I completed this at night and I am pretty tired rn. Grammar and spelling mistakes will be found too, English is nit my first language so pls be nice🙏

The evening breeze was nice and cool, a much needed refreshment after a long hot summer day. You were nestled under a large tree, it's shadow turned in the opposite direction of the sun as the bright ball of fire crept ever closer to kiss the distant horizon.

The grass felt soft under your fingertips and your nose picked up the scent of dusk. The very smell that you carried close to your heart, for it never failed to bring you back to simpler times, where your hands were smaller and your innocence much bigger.

You smiled as the warm thoughts cascaded through your mind once more and your gaze swept to the mountain not far from your humble abode.

Your family settled on this rich piece of land a few generations back and with time, became quite close to the locals of Mount Huaguo. The sound of the monkeys as they chattered and played about had become a constant part of your life. Not a day goes by without atleast one monkey that came to visit you.

Sometimes it would be a baby, small, curious and playful. Other times it would be an elder that bought calmness, wisdom and peace. The residents of Huaguo were diverse, with full monkeys to humanoid simians. All of them were smart and strong and very dear to you.

But there was one particular monkey that was exceptionally special. Ever since the first day you were both officially introduced, you knew you would like him.

He was quite shy at first, never uttered a word, yet despite his silent demeanor, his eyes held intelligence and understanding of everything around him. Ever sharp, ever observant and soon you learnt that no words were needed to communicate with him if you knew where to look.

A soft sigh escaped your lips as your eyes drifted from the green strung peak to rest once more on the distant horizon. You heard that said dear friend of yours would leave. To where, you didn't know. You offered to join him but you were quickly shut down and told that it was a journey for him alone and that it would be extremely dangerous.

After that exchange with the elder of the mountain, your heart could not help but wrench with worry for your sweet boy. Sure, he may have grown to a man, with strength that well preceeded your own, but he was still the shy little boy you met so many years ago...

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The air was humid as you dawdled around on the forest floor. With it's bright rays, the sun did not bother to give you any mercy today. Your hands rubbed at your face, which only caused you to feel the wetness of sweat between your fingers.

Not too long ago, you finally won the battle with your mother to let you play on the mountain. With the promise that you would clean your room before you left of course.

She did not see your fingers crossed behind your back though, nor how you climbed out of the window in your room, just to stumble back outside.

Your home was quite small, with no stairs that led to a second story or anything. The true problem was that once you landed outside of your window, you were covered in dirt. Not that you minded, it was just that your mother would have a heart attack.

With a small huff, you dusted yourself off, but it was no use for your dirty hands just smeared the mud around. Once you finished 'fixing' yourself, you then turned to the forest before you and your little eyes shone with childish glee.

And that is how little you started your new adventure. Your small legs carried you as fast as they could as you scampered to the shaded trees that rested on the ancient summit.

A few hours had passed since then and you had grown quite tired of playing around in the leaves or having failed attempts of catching your shadow. It was lonely without your fellow monkey friends, your mind confused as to where they were.

Were they playing hide and seek? They did so before...

You shook your head. No, they would have came out by now.

Your eyes scanned the trees. The birds were filled with song, but there was no monkey in sight.

Out of nerves, your little fingers started to toy with the fabric of your sleeves, your gaze now more worried. Did a monster come and ate them all..?

Tears pricked your eyes once you realized you were all alone. Would the monster find you and eat you too?

Just as you were about to run back home, your ears picked up the faintest sound. Laughter. In fact, the laughter sounded quite familiar too.

It was one of your friends!

You quickly dried the tears on your face and sprinted to where you heard it from. It was quite the distance away, which left you out of breath by the time you arrived.

You huffed against a tree, your form even more sweaty than before. When you finally caught your breath you looked up and gasped.

The sheer amount of closeness of Mt Huaguo surprised you, you had to crane your neck up, up, up to see the very tip. You were never this deep in the forest, and the dense shrubbery faded away into a clearing in front of you.

From the top of the mountain, you could see a waterfall and various rocky ledges placed on different levels of height. Each ledge had a pool of water, which also fell down in smaller streams that soon led down to where you were. All of the watery amounts that came down formed a large reservoir of cool fresh water. A stream was also present, as it led downwards on the opposite side of the mountain, which undoubtedly created another series of waterfalls as well.

A multitude of monkeys surrounded the water sources, with the most of them being submerged in the water whilst the rest sat under the shaded trees the forest provided.

More laughter stole your attention and you saw your friends busy with trying to make one another more wet. They chased one another in circles with the smaller ones latched onto the tails of the bigger children.

A smile broke out on your face and with a little squeal, you bounded towards them.

From tag, to diving competitions, to climbing trees, to even attempting to make the adults wet, you did it all. The dirt from your body had long washed away with the stream. Your friends teased you and compared you to a wet rag with your soggy clothes. You retorded by pointing out that they looked no better with their fur that stuck out in all odd angles.

The argument soon turned to a challenge and you found yourself scouring the cool waters for fish. Whoever got the most fish would be crowned winner and get bragging rights for the next whole week. An entire week! There was no possible way you could ever pass that up.

With a water pouch in hand, your eyes scanned the waters.

There!

You lunged and consequently made large splashes and ripples in the pool around you, but even with such a powerful move, your hands came out empty. This was not the first time you received such unfruitful results.

A sigh escaped your lips and you turned to your companions to see if they were in the same predicament as you. Much to your dismay though, most of them were skilled in the art of capturing fish and they were leaving you behind in the ranks.

You huffed. This was no longer all that fun..

Just as you were about to mope further, a soft tap on your shoulder stripped you from your daze. With a quick turn to the source, you found a little boy no older than you. He was obviously not human, with his fuzzy face and little tail that clung to his leg.

You recognized him. He was a bit distant from the rest. Occasionally he would join in to play, but those times were quite rare. You mostly spotted him from the sidelines and for some reason his gaze was always on you. When you caught him in the action though, he would always hide behind something, whether it be an older monkey or a tree.

He was an odd guy, but he seemed nice.

And now he stood before you, his arm outstretched as his hand held a leather pouch for you to take. His eyes were to the side and you swore you could see red under his fur covered cheeks.

You took the bag from his hands and opened it. It was filled with water and fish. Lots and lots of fish. You let out a little gasp and looked up again. The boy's gaze was still away from you and his fingers toyed with the loose threads on his clothes.

"Why would you-?" You couldn't even finish your sentence when one of your friends spotted you and called you out for cheating.

You weren't even mad, instead you laughed, giddy and joyful. The competition no longer felt all that important to you, not with the boy that stood in front of you. He caught all this fish not for him, but for you and it made you feel special inside.

With more giggles that slipped from your mouth, you turned to look at the boy in front of you again, a big grin in your face. He returned your stare with wide starry eyes and mouth slightly parted.

You may not have won the competition that day, but it was fine. You got something far more special.

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The sun had just dissapeared from the sky, but it's light was still ever present. It painted the clouds in soft warm hues and bathed the world in a warm golden glow, a goodbye to the day, but a promise for tomorrow.

Your eyes drifted to the pond near your family home where a bunch of fish swam. You remembered how you placed them there all those years ago and started a whole new fishy empire.

The crunch of footsteps mase a soft smile on your lips when you spotted a familiar monkey in the distance. He was always silent, but after many scares and spooks, he made sure you heard him coming. Most of the time.

"Good afternoon, Destined One." You teased which caused him to let out a small huff when he finally sat down next to you. The man never uttered a word the day you met him, and that streak was still present, even when he grew into an adult.

It showed you that sometimes, no words were needed, and that silence could be one of the best conversations to have.

You looked to the sky where the stars started to appear. "So tomorrow you will leave, right?" You asked, but you knew the answer. His gaze turned to the side and he started to fiddle with the grass below his fingers. A clear sign that you were right. More moments of silence passed before you opened your mouth once more.

"Isn't there a celebration for you back on the mountain? Shouldn't you be there?" You asked again. From what you heard, there was lots of food and drinks to share. You were invited, of course, but politely declined.

You made the excuse that you were quite tired and did not have any energy to stay up late. It was a lie though. You just didn't want to wish your friend goodbye in hopes that he would stay here. With you.

Yet here he was and now a goodbye was inevitable. You were worried for him, worried for his safety. Many before him went on this quest and none returned. Your mind could not help but wonder if he would never come back too.

Something brushed against you and you soon realized that it was the tail of your dear friend. You turned to his face and he looked at you with those eyes of his once more. They always shone so brightly when they rested on you. The spark never faded ever since you met, and dare you say it, it might have even grown brighter through the years.

You could never pinpoint what it was, but now that the time of your parting approached ever closer, you started to realize what it could possibly mean. And you knew that your own eyes reflected such warmth too.

His face told you everything you needed to know. He would rather spend time with you than dance and drink the distress for the future away. He wanted his last moments on Mount Huaguo to be with you in which you happily obliged.

The both of you spent the night away with idle chatter in each other's arms. Even when the evening breeze turned cold, you never felt more warm and safe.

Time flew by so quickly and before you knew it, the sun greeted the lands once more.

Once the last star left the sky, so did your shy monkey boy too. But not without a soft kiss and a sweet promise for a brighter future.

End note: eh, ain't sure about this one chief

[short-yandere-stories]

okay so---i read the lil fic of reader friendzoning sebastian and i saw your requests were open so here I AM-

Could I get a fanfic of Sebastian with a reader who ✨does✨ have a crush on him but ignores his advances because she happens to have a rather low self-esteem and simply "doesn't want to get the wrong idea" —if possible? if you can't either way it's cool .u.

I am so glad you're here! :D And hoo boy I can recognize myself in that for sure and this would 100% be me hands down. Also sorry for the tiiiiime this has taken meeeeee ugh life is. Annoying. Something I do know for certain, however, is that a yandere Sebastian would not stand for any low self-esteem. Especially not from someone as wonderful and perfect as you.

This can be read as a standalone thing or sort of a continuation of the last one!

Yandere is mainly at the very end because it became just so nice and soft and aaaaahh

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SFW, no major TW/CW, but mentions reader with low self-esteem feeling insecure and disliking themselves. :✧:･ﾟ:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ*:･ﾟ✧*:

"Not Good Enough for Me?"

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"Milady, are you alright? You've been staring through that window for quite some time now." Jumping at the sudden voice, you turn around, gaze landing on the tall, elegant butler peeking in through your door. At your acknowledgment, he takes a step into your room, closing the door behind him with a soft 'click'.

"You have not moved from this spot since at least about half an hour ago. I saw you standing there while I assisted Finnian in the gardens." You look away, nervously picking at the skin around your nails. "I'm fine," you say with a forced laugh. "Just got lost in thought I guess." Slowly, Sebastian moves closer to you, making sure that you can clearly see him at any point. He closely monitors your body language, ready to stop the second he sees you flinching or turning away.

"Is it about my confession during the afternoon tea last afternoon?" He asks, hitting the nail on its head. He has to keep a chuckle in as you wince. "I meant no disrespect or harm, I can assure you," he continued. "And if I have made you uncomfortable with any of my advances, I-" "No!" You yelp, cutting him off. You snap around to finally look at him, eyes wide in a panic and hands thrown up in front of you, waving in dismissal. "I mean..." you continue in a timid tone, cheeks heating up at your outburst.

"You didn't make me uncomfortable at all, Sebastian," you say, eyes pleading with him to believe you. "It was actually really sweet and it made me extremely happy to hear. I just..." you trail off, looking down at the floor, unable to keep his gaze any longer.

"I just don't think you'd want to be with someone like me." Your voice grows increasingly quiet the longer the sentence goes on, and even Sebastian with his demonic powers and enhanced senses has to strain to catch your words.

"What?" he breathes, confusion and bewilderment etched on his face.

You turn back to face the window, wrapping your arms around yourself in an attempt of comfort, trying your hardest to keep the tears threatening to form at bay.

"I just... I'm nothing special. I'm not really pretty or smart... I'm clumsy and mess up, and I can't ever do anything right." Tears blur your vision as you try to keep your voice from shaking. "I don't know why you'd want to be with me," you confess, finally, shoulders shaking with silent sobs.

"You deserve someone better than me."

If he had a heart in the same way that humans do, Sebastian was sure that it would have shattered upon hearing those words. How had he missed your feelings in regard to yourself like this? The anger he felt aimed towards himself for missing such a crucial thing had completely blocked out the meaning of your words for a moment until they finally registered. You loved him. More than that, you'd avoided his advances and tried to push him aside not because you didn't reciprocate, but because you didn't think you were good enough.

In a flash, he's by your side, wrapping his strong arms around you and pulling you into his chest. Your hands weakly cling to his waistcoat, tears wetting the fabric of his shirt. "Sweetheart," he whispers, raising one gloved hand to pet your hair.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry for not noticing how you felt about yourself and adding to that burden," he begins, holding your crying form close. "But you're wrong. About all of it." You cry harder and try to push him away, but he doesn't budge.

"You are special. So very special to me, darling, you don't even know half of it. You have the most beautiful soul of any person I have ever met. I love every single part of you. I love the color of your eyes, the way your entire face lights up when you smile. I love your mind and the way it works. Sure, you mess up sometimes, but every human does! It has never once made me think less of you. If anything, watching you trip over nothing only makes me see you as even more endearing than before." Relaxing his hold on you enough for him to bend down and look you in the eyes, he continues. "I love everything about you, flaws and all. I wouldn't change anything about you." One of his hands wipes away a few tears from your cheek before gently cradling it in his palm.

"There is no one that could be 'better for me' than you. You're perfect in my eyes. I hope that I can make you see that too, someday," he whispers.

More tears flow down your cheeks, and for a moment, Sebastian thinks that he has done something wrong, but then your face cracks into a smile. "Do you really mean that?" you ask meekly. "Or are you just saying it to make me feel better?" Instead of giving you a verbal answer, Sebastian leans in and presses his cold lips against yours. For a moment, you're unresponsive, frozen in shock. Then, your hands grab his shoulders, and you kiss back.

The feeling of your soft, warm lips against his is something Sebastian has dreamed of for so long. He can barely believe that it's happening. Your warmth, the softness of your body pressed against him is everything he ever wanted.

Possessive thoughts flash through his mind, solidifying what he already knew. This was where you belonged. By his side, in his arms. With him, forever. He would make sure that your thoughts never hurt you ever again. No matter how many times he had to reassure you, hold you, and help push those negative feelings aside, he would.

You were finally his. You finally reciprocated his feelings, and Sebastian would be damned if he let anything -- your own thoughts included -- hurt you.

:✧:･ﾟ:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ*:･ﾟ✧*:

[m-jelly]

Can I request a fix for Levi with a single parent!reader? Like reader and Levi are very close and are together, but Levi doesn't know they have a child, and no one but Erwin knows that the reader has a kid out there for one reason or another (up to you). So one day, Levi somehow finds out and meets their kid and notices how polite, well behaved and protective they are of the reader, and they absolutely love and adore Levi. Also maybe a sprinkle of the other vets and the 104th here and there? I hope my request isn't too much for you😅💕

Thank u a whole lot, and I absolutely adore your content❤

I'm going to change this request a bit because I don't know how the reader can keep a child secret from Levi while they're a couple. Plus, keeping a kid secret from your partner if you've been together as a couple is not the best way to start a relationship, because it starts with a lie? So, Levi knows there is a kid, he just hasn't met them yet.

Polite little man

Levi x fem!reader

Modern AU, fluff, romance, Mum reader, little boy, meeting the kid, established couple, sheriff Levi.

Levi and you have been dating for just over a month now and it is very serious. So, it's time to meet your son, Bjorn. Bjorn is a cute four-year-old with bright eyes, a big brain, a big heart and very polite. Levi and your son click right away with each other and have a wonderful playdate together.

@ladycheesington @levisbrat25 @nyxiieluna @li-anne @galactict3a @youre-ackermine @thebobaprincess @2moth-anon2 @cypidity @nbinairyn @bts-spnlvr12 @darkstarlight82 @emilyyyy-08 @notgoodforlife @demonic-bird

You knelt before Bjorn and helped him with his little outfit. He had cute trousers on, a smart shirt and an adorable jumper over. "There, all fixed."

Bjorn sighed. "Mummy, will he like?"

You cupped his cubby cheeks and kissed the end of his nose. "Levi will love your outfit. He'll think you look like a distinguished gentleman."

Bjorn giggled. "Thank you, Mummy."

You hummed a laugh. "You ready to go to the meeting spot?"

"Yes, Mummy."

You stood up and helped him put on his backpack. "You want me to put your shoes on?"

He hurried over to the shoes. "I can, mummy."

You put yours on and unlocked the front door. You smiled as he raced outside to the white picket fence gate and waited for you. You locked the door and walked over to him only to see Sasha, your neighbour, racing outside to see Bjorn and you.

Sasha waved to you and called your name. "Morning!"

You smiled sweetly and waved back. "Morning."

She leapt over your fence and jogged over. "Where you going? Am I not babysitting today?"

You shook your head. "Nope, today Bjorn is meeting Levi. So, Bjorn is coming with me."

"Oh, that's exciting for you Bjorn." She crouched down. "And look at you, you look so cool."

Bjorn gripped his jumper. "I am dressed to impress, like mummy says."

You laughed. "He's so cute."

Sasha smiled. "Bjorn? Levi will love you. You're a cool little guy and so smart. You've got this."

Bjorn grinned. "Thank you."

You reached over and took your son's hand. "Come on, little man. We can't be late."

"Bye-bye."

The two of you walked through your quiet and nice little town to the station to see Sheriff Levi, your boyfriend. The plan was you'd meet him at the station so Bjorn could see him in his uniform and his workplace, then you'd all go together on a fun outing.

You waved to Eren behind the welcome desk. "Morning, Eren. You on reception duty this morning?"

Eren smiled at you. "I am, yeah. I don't mind it, means I get to talk to people."

"That's good!"

He looked over his desk. "Who's this?"

You looked down at Bjorn. "This is my son, Bjorn. Say hello."

Bjorn gripped your hand. "Good morning, Mr."

Eren smiled. "Good morning to you too."

You pointed away. "We're off to see Levi, so I'll see you soon."

"Sure!"

You pulled Bjorn along and through the station until you reached Levi's office. "Okay, my little man, this is Levi's office. Do you want to knock?"

Bjorn nodded. "Please."

He lightly knocked and heard Levi's deep welcoming voice. Bjorn reached up and moved the handle. He pushed the door with your help and slipped inside. He stood there and held his little breath as he stared at Levi behind his desk in his sheriff uniform. He wasn't scared of Levi, but amazed and interested.

"Wow." His little voice caused Levi to look up. Bjorn looked at you as you stepped into the room, then back at Levi. "G-Good morning, Mr. I am Bjorn. I am four and a half years old and I love my mummy, woodland animals, bunnies and water!"

Levi walked over to him. "Good morning to you too, Bjorn." He knelt and offered his hand. "I am Sheriff Levi Ackerman. I am twenty six years old. I also love your mummy very much, as well as tea, the woods, bunnies and the ocean."

Bjorn shook Levi's hand. "Mummy is the best. I want mummy to smile all the time and be happny."

Levi smiled at how protective Bjorn was. "Of course, me too." He looked over Bjorn's outfit. "I love your outfit, did you pick that out?"

"Yes. The jumper has a bunny on it."

Levi chuckled. "I can see that, I like it."

Bjorn looked at you. "Mummy? I like him."

You blushed. "I'm glad. I love him a lot."

Bjorn turned to Levi. "You may kiss and hug my mummy."

Levi stood up and approached you. "Well?"

You wrapped your arms around Levi and hugged him as you giggled. "Happy to hug you." You pulled back a bit and kissed him. You whispered to him. "You're doing amazing."

Levi sighed. "I'm glad. I like him, he's so cute."

"He's the best." You pulled back and smiled at Bjorn. "You ready to go?"

Bjorn nodded. "Mm, I'm hungry, mummy. May I have something to eat?"

Levi ruffled Bjorn's hair. "We'll go to a nice diner. You can eat anything you want."

Bjorn's eyes sparkled. "Thank you!"

Levi picked up his sheriff's hat. "You want to wear my hat?"

"May I?" Bjorn bounced up and down. "Please, Mr."

Levi put his hat on Bjorn's head. "Perfect."

You giggled when you saw how big it was. "Looks cute."

Bjorn gripped his hat and looked up at you with a bright smile. "I love this."

"That's cute, Bjorn."

Bjorn held your hand and reached for Levi's "Let's go."

Levi took Bjorn's hand with a gentle smile. He walked with you outside and slowly relaxed. Levi noticed Erwin was doing his mayoral rounds, so he waved over to him. "Morning, Erwin."

Erwin waved. "Morning. Oh! If it isn't my favourite little man. Morning, Bjorn."

Bjorn grinned. "Morning, Mr mayor!" He looked up at Levi. "May I be picked up?"

Levi felt honoured. "Of course." He picked Bjorn up and sat him on his shoulders. "Hold onto my head, okay?"

Bjorn did as Levi asked. "Okay. So high!"

Levi held your son's little legs to keep him safe. "Fun, right?"

He giggled. "Yes! Thank you."

You reached over and lightly gripped Levi's upper arm. You all walked over to the local diner. You thought about what to eat and the next meet up you could have. You were thinking the next time Levi could come over and see what it's like looking after Bjorn with you.

Levi sat Bjorn in a little seat before taking his hat off. "Because you are such a distinguished little gentleman, I will take your hat off for you."

Bjorn smiled. "Hats off indoors."

"You're so polite." He chuckled and pulled you close. "After you, my beautiful love."

You squeaked as he kissed you and then let you get into your seat. You were next to Bjorn, just in case he needed help and you appreciate that Levi did that for you. You showed Bjorn the menu and talked him through what there was.

You smiled sweetly at him. "Want to share a hotdog and fries with mummy?"

Bjorn nodded. "Yes, please."

Levi closed his menu. "Are you sure?"

You smiled at Levi. "The hotdogs are huge here, I could never finish it by myself. I can eat like two thirds of it."

He hummed in thought. "You're right." He placed the orders and then hugged you close. "You're so beautiful."

You blushed. "Thank you, handsome."

You kissed Levi and then chatted as a little group. It brought you so much joy to see Bjorn and Levi getting on so well. Levi was making your son laugh so much with his silly jokes. You really felt like the three of you could be a family and that's all you ever wanted.

Levi adored you so much and he thought Bjorn was wonderful. Levi had been so nervous to meet Bjorn after hearing so much about him. The love he had for you was so strong that he was going to make you his forever love. So, getting along with Bjorn was so important. Bjorn was such a wonderful kid that they got on so naturally. All worries just washed away.

After eating, Bjorn was struggling to stay awake now he was full. You cleaned his little face and hummed a bit. "We should head home."

Levi smiled. "Want me to carry him?"

You smiled back. "If you don't mind. It'll be another bonding thing for you two."

Levi lifted Bjorn up and held him close. "I got you, little buddy."

Bjorn whined and gripped Levi's shirt. "Thank you, daddy Levi."

Levi tensed up a bit, it surprised him to hear that and yet he loved it. "You're welcome." He walked with you and whispered. "He called me daddy."

You giggled at the bright look in Levi's eyes. "I was nervous about today, but it's got incredibly well. Bjorn and you got on like you were actually father and son. Sorry, if that makes you uncomfortable."

"It doesn't, it makes me happy. We've talked about what we want in life and this relationship. We both want marriage and kids." He blushed. "I want you."

You leaned over and kissed him. "I want you too, Levi."

[sevenpoyo]

some brooklyn slang ik for all the ppl who wanna write for miles and kilometers‼️

feel free to add more idk everything but i i am originally from there and visit a lot this stuff i hear a lot and if you wanna add slang to ur writing this is a good place to start, not all of these brooklyn or ny exclusive but that’s where a lot of american slang starts and u prolly heard some of it b4. imma list it ne ways

don’t use like 8 of these in one sentence bc it will sound weird and i can’t really cover ny puerto rican slang or any puerto rican slang really bc my grandad is a bum so if you know some add it

the city is manhattan, not the other 4 burroughs, just manhattan, cus that’s where everything’s at

to cut ass is to roast tf out of someone , to get your ass cut is get tf roasted out of you

wyling/wilding is being outta pocket, something being absurd or crazy

yeah nah means no and nah yeah means yeah idk why they gotta make it complicated just look at the second word

good looks is like good looking out

it’s bout to be winter and i’m bout to see mad christmas fics and shit but do y’all know the proper way to describe cold ny winters?

if it’s cold as hell, it’s brick outside, not regular cold, ny winter is like nipples so hard i see em thru the bra cold

ex; “how it’s so brick outside i walk to the store wit my hair wet and it deadass got icicles in it” “yeah it’s fr brick outside today” “i’m not walkin wit u in this brick ass weather for a bacon egg and cheese?” (actual convo between my sister and me last winter break)

fronting seem kinda easy to me but is like acting or pretending i can’t explain it with out an example

“why you fronting like you wouldn’t die if they text you asking u to go out with them” “you can stop fronting like you like cars it cool if you don’t” “don’t sit there fronting like u don’t wanna dance wit me”

being tight over something is just being upset or annoyed

rj is so smart they said “We say tight bc you kinda huddle close to yourself when you tense/stressed or angry” i had no idea i just be saying it i aint know it had a reason💀 it make sm sense now.

“who got you tight like that this early in the morning?” “my momma came home tight yesterday for no reason, she threw a boot at me!” “i’m so tight this damn shift change has me working all closers this week”

jack is like claiming someone or something

i talk old as hell idk what the youths be jacking nowadays

cop is basically to get, used to be mostly 4 drugs back in the day my dad said (he don’t know why im asking him this)

“just copped me some retro 3’s” “bout to cop me a few percs in a minute”

speaking of a minute, mostly for my non americans bc that’s who get confused the most when i say this one. depending on the context this can mean a actual minute, a short time or a real long

“i’ll be back in a minute” is short “i ain’t seen y’all in a minute” is long. idk how to explain the difference besides context

bop is a good song, pretty easy but i see ppl on tiktok use it wrong

bangs/banger goes hard is kinda like bob for music but i be using it for anything fr

“this push pop is banging yo”

mad can be used normal like angry but it also means a lot or really kinda like hella ig? i usually uses hella when i would say mad so ppl can understand me easier up here

dumb also mean very in the same way

ex; “my english teacher give out mad homework for no reason.” “she be giving me mad shit over the smallest stuff” “i just had some mad good wings so i’m cooling rn” “this shit is mad spicy u sure you want some?” ''This shit got me dumb tight'' “you don’t need no jacket it’s dumb hot out here”

smacked is like high as fuck idk how to elaborate ur just high

lit is drunk

“Yuuuur!'' A signal, a greeting usually used to catch the attention of someone or something very fun greeting and very hated by schools, it’s weird anywhere outside of ny kinda at least to me.

being hollywood means u get a little fame and think ur all that or just that u got a little fame and they’re jokingly hating

ex; “i saw u on the news the other day, “the prowlers return” u must be real proud of yourself huh hollywood?” “and here comes hollywood wit his trending tiktoks”

real talk is when ur about confess something or say something serious in a not real serious setting or convo

“real talk we play a lot but i love you, my life would be boring with out you around” “real talk i’d never do that to you foreal”

go together is like go out kinda, y’all kinda match behavior cus y’all a couple, this one need a sentence 2 i think. (THIS ONE IS OLD AS HELL ONLY USE IT IF UR TRYING TO RIZZ MOMMA RIO)

“he want ur number? he don’t know we we go together or sum?” “why she wanna act like we go together, ion even know her?” “don’t we go together?”

i can’t even explain it with a sentence y’all just gotta figure this one out 💀

A bodega/deli is a convenience store ik most know this from the movie but some ppl think it’s all stores or all spanish stores when it’s just a corner store

the owners of the deli closest to my granddad house is muslim. and so we keep track of all muslim holidays when he’s closed

an ock is the bodega man, miles knows the man’s name at the deli we see him visit, but at any other store he’d call the guy ock

dipping on someone is changing ur mind last minute, usually canceling plans

ex “we was supposed to go get outfits together but they dipped on me last minute”

staticky is like wanting to fight or still being pissed after a fight

static is beef or on sight energy

you good can really be anything but imma list ones i can think of

it can mean like are you ok? or don’t worry about it, or how are you, or stop, or do you got a issue? or do you want an issue? it’s all in the tone of how it’s said fr

'Word of my moms/dads I saw/ did/did not *insert topic*'' Honest term, no lying present in statement i feel like (my cousins be putting anything on they momma fr risking shit on her for no reason)

'hold it down'' handle buisness / take care of someone or something. can also be in refrence to criminal who handles ''buisness''

NOW EVERYONE SAY THANK YOU TO @rashadisback BC HE CARRIED ME ON THIS‼️

i hope this helps any writers that don’t live here!

[spicycoffeebean]

hELLO!!!! i just wanted to come here and say i love your art so much, the way you draw characters is so cool and i am simply enamoured with your art style. finding your clausten ask blog a few years ago sparked my love for them and now i can’t ever stop thinking about them so i have you to blame for that (and i also could not be more grateful for it lmao ahwjdhejdhd)

you are just very cool, even though you’ve moved on to other fandoms for the most part, i still treasure all your mother works (and all your art in general!!!) your art is the best i love it. im not sure how to end this. but yeah 😎🫶 you are awesome OKGOODBYE

HELLO AND THANK YOU SO MUCH... I wanted to respond to your posts for ages but i'm old, crusty, and busy. I haven't drawn digitally in weeks but I found some time to do this for u.

I'm so very glad my blog that I made when I was 15 has brought some semblance to joy so many years later. I really miss them, I do. I see your stuff all of the time and I FROTH. I'm so glad Clausten is in some capable hands. I do draw Mother at times but I don't post it anymore... I'm still open to headcanons via DMs, but will I reply?? No clue. I post mostly on Twitter at this point, because keeping up with five social media accounts is exhausting especially when you rarely draw as it is. (Dropped out of uni and making better money working as a table games dealer) Stay in school to make stacks so you can leave room to do what you like. Times are tough and Im still using Clausten to cope 12 years later.

I put your art on my smart watch, amidst many drawings people have made me ;_; that's how much i've cherished it, but i've neglected to acknowledge how BEAUTIFUL and SWEET they look in your art style.

glad that overzealous and anxiety tired ninten have influenced some people in this fandom into good taste /lh

[beautifulpersonpeach]

Not gonna lie, this whole thing really sucks. I think I wrote a message awhile back about the very cool feminist angle of the Plus Global Auditions Invitation video, I'm an SNL Army and was new to watching kpop very closely and was so sold by that video. I thought - 'this company is really different.' Going public with a company f*cks a lot of things up, it happens all so often, and often it's the people and the ethos that gets messed up the most. It's frustrating to see this devolution. Because I was really excited by what MHJ was being given space to do at BH/Hybe. Though, as a fellow art school student, I am shaking my head and serious side-eyes at how she says things like 'I'm an artist, I don't know how to read contracts' (obviously I'm paraphrasing) - it's clear Hybe knows she's got the goods but she's not playing by their game anymore. The response and flood of crazy comments and hate at BTS is frustrating but expected, but just such a waste of time all the same. I've also never thought BH and then Hybe were super super smart and long-gaming everything (don't come for me Bangtan U fans) I think they were lucky and scrappy and skillful and making cool things happen moment to moment. Later on they got better at the strategic planning, sure. I don't know. They may need a good kick in the pants to remember that's what makes them great at what they do. But still, I hate the idea of MHJ being cooked even if she seems like a real pain in the tush to work with. Because technically, she's what got me to really buy-in to what BTS & BH were doing in the first place.

***

Yeah, it's a shitty situation.

To be fair, I think at the start, Bang PD was trying to do something different and 'forward-thinking' with HYBE. He sought out good talent going by the hires he did in 2019/2020, managing to onboard creatives like Min Heejin and Zico. Zico already incorporated his company to manage himself before Bang PD approached him, which is probably why he owns ~24.5% of KOZ - his sub-label in HYBE.

But with Min Heejin...

She had partnered with 250 - a popular DJ in Korea and NewJeans' main producer, since she left SM in 2018. He runs BANA (a creative collective) but she'd wanted her own label since the start.

Bang PD knew this, and wanted her for HYBE, so it's likely he made all sorts of promises to get her on board without awarding her a single share. Almost as soon as key creative decisions had to be made post-Global Plus audition, they both clashed, but HYBE as a company was less than 1 year old and it appears Bang PD and MHJ still had good relations... which was kinda easy since he still needed her creative output and wanted to see what she could do. So they let her make her own label: ADOR, and keep NewJeans even though according to Min Heejin, HYBE executives and Bang PD thought her concept and style of music for them would be impossible to sell to k-pop stans.

They expected NewJeans to fail or flounder. Instead, by 2023 NewJeans had become one of the top 5 most valuable k-pop IPs in Korea. If my guess is right, by that point she had no shares in ADOR, no agreement with HYBE's indefinite non-compete clause. She could walk anytime and I'm sure a lot of people wanted her.

Then HYBE approached Min Heejin with the shareholder contract to give her 20% of the company. It's a classic 'carrot and stick'. The carrot was easy to see. Apparently offered her the shares at a very low price, apparently Bang PD even lent her the money to buy it, for a valuation that HYBE considered more than generous, he was in her KakaoTalk chats buttering her up with those godawful emojis lmaooo. He was selling that shit hard. The stick in the contract was the poison pill which essentially tied her to HYBE for as long as they want her.

Perhaps she was aware of the pill and signed any way because at that point they still had good relations with Bang PD and HYBE in general. But according to her, Bang PD kept wanting more control over NewJeans the more successful the group became. Realizing she had to do something about the poison pill, she sought to negotiate, and as is typical in these sort of situations, you fight greed with more greed.

Asking to bump up the multiple on the options from 13x to 30x is frankly ridiculous. For a male CEO I can see it being considered... maybe, but for a woman? In Korea?

I'm sure when the other suits at HYBE heard that's what she was asking, at least one of them almost had a stroke. The logic is simple though: start crazy high and end.. just high. If HYBE was looking to exert more control over NewJeans (for example, every sub-label and group in HYBE changed to using 'bio-paper and ink' for their albums starting in 2023, to help HYBE meet their ESG targets. The only company that's not made the switch yet, is ADOR. Given how carefully MHJ controls branding and album design for NewJeans, I can see this minute detail being a massive thorn lol)... anyway, if HYBE was indeed looking to gain more control, the fact that they'd have to pay 30x if MHJ exercised her options on a whim, would serve as a very strong deterrent.

Given what I understand Korean corporate culture to be like, I doubt she had any friends in upper management to start, but with a demand like that, practically all of them would turn enemies in a heartbeat. It's the sheer audacity lmao. My guess is she would've eventually negotiated down, at least once she was assured real creative independence from Bang PD. But at some point, rather, quite predictably given this is corporate Korea, the need for control and the egos involved decided she had to be cut loose now and perhaps taught to not bite the hand that feeds her.

It's not a sentiment limited to the suits at HYBE. It's followed her since SM and the general public would hate it too, which is one reason I think it's only a matter of time before the narrative switches again to HYBE's favour. I promise you, most regular men in Korea would go red in the face, eyes bulging out their heads, drool and spit shooting out like projectiles, at the thought she would dare to demand such a thing. And in a way they'd be right. It's an insane amount of money for female creative in Korea, but I think given everything else, it also seems like a gamble she was taking as a means to an end. A simple negotiating tactic, given what she keeps highlighting as her main goal - unimpeded and full creative and managerial control.

Bang PD wants to build a 'forward-thinking' company comparable to Western conglomerate juggernauts like SONY and Warner Music, but I don't think these Korean men have the chops to do it right, just yet. I've had that impression of Bang PD for a few years now. He's been getting results, but they are inconsistent and he's got the biggest 'surety' in a sense with BTS, so he's been fine, and will continue to be fine for a few more years at least. But if they are messing up this spectacularly with their first female executive and one of their most valuable IPs, over... an options price negotiation?

And they want to pretend to be better than any other corp in Korea?

Lol.

Anyhoo.

I sympathize a bit with how you feel, but as a Korean woman, I guess I'm numb to it. There's a reason I've never chosen to work in that country, there's a reason why the birth rate is nearing the negatives. It's really unfortunate, and I'm sorry you're seeing a prior expectation you had getting blown up this way. And this latest hatefest on BTS has been quite ugly and isn't near done yet. This whole situation is gross, and even more so when the motivations behind it are so... banal and backwards.

But these are undercurrents that are too simple and boring for the average stan. Burning the witch who is responsible for masterminding the demise of a virtuous group is far more exciting. And so that's how the story will go.

I just hope that by some miracle, NewJeans turns out okay and manages to thrive after this. Because in all of this mess, they will deal with the implications the most and for the longest time.

[comingtoyoursenses]

this is not a guarantee that I'll be getting accepted into this school but I do have exciting news ...

my #1 choice for a grad prof helped design a research method that I want to use for my honours research (he's written the book that's inspired me with my thesis and my academic career in general + has aided in pioneering person-centered, strength based research in self injury) told me that if I intend on applying to grad school that I should reach out to him because our research interests align, which vaguely sounds like he wants me to work in his lab ????????? I told him YES i am ABSOLUTELY intending on applying and if you happen to be taking grad students, I will apply to U of Guelph in a heartbeat... I did not say it this way but -- yeah :''')))) I'd be going for my masters in clinical child and adolescent psych!! my main goals for my academic career are to dispel stigma around self-injury, introduce strength based frameworks and disregard medicalised deficit based approaches, and dispel the myths of social contagion - namely I want to introduce the frameworks and language most conducive to empathy and understanding into fields that work with vulnerable under-18 populations (school counsellors, child psychs, teachers, etc). I think it's imperative that we get rid of the taboo surrounding self injury because - as im sure most of you know cus youre all smart and intuitive -- stigma and shame reinforce behaviours that are self injurious ! im trying not to get my hopes up but this is very cool, he also said my honours thesis is interesting

[creature-wizard]

hi, i have quit loa ever since i began reading your posts and the content you link on them. i am however struggling to know what i do next, yk? like i was so stuck in this belief for the past few years and i kind of shut down all the other religions and beliefs - thinking that everyone else was wrong somehow.

i know this is very selfish and problematic but it is a behavior that was endorsed constantly by loablr and loagram... so yeah. i also feel very hopeless somehow, as if everything else i can try wont have any effect :( - v (ill start signing my asks like this so u know its me)

Teaching that all other religions and beliefs are somehow wrong or ineffective is pretty common cult behavior, so it's not too surprising that you heard it here. The Law of Assumption community might not think of itself as a cult, but they regard Neville Goddard's teachings as infallible even though they're riddled with contradictions and unprovable assertions, so.

It might take some time to get this bug out of your brain, but in the meantime I can assure you that there are ways to make your life better and find happiness without buying into everything these people teach. Many, many people have done it.

(This whole claim that every happy, successful person is actually using the Law of Assumption is just shit they're pulling out of their asses, because they sure as hell didn't go ask all these people what they believe and practice.)

There are many things you can do. If you found that practices like affirmations and "assuming" that you were cool, smart, attractive, etc. genuinely made your life better, you can keep doing them. This video provides a good example of how to apply these sorts of techniques within a healthy framework. (I personally call this type of thing "headology," the name coming from the Discworld novels, where witches frequently use little psychological hacks to make seemingly magical results occur.)

You can also follow blogs created for trauma survivors, or blogs that post healthy forms of positivity, like this one, or this one, or this one. Also, Reasons For Hope is a good blog to follow. You can also read this article, Please Help Me: What to Do When You Need Help.

(Remember, contrary to what the LOA community teaches, you have more options than believing that you're responsible for literally everything that happens to you or wallowing in a "victim mentality." This is a false dichotomy that serves to radicalize people into the LOA cult and make them feel like they'd be losers if they left.)

I also recommend reading my post, The answer to "do you believe in X?" doesn't have to be yes or no.

And finally, when I'm feeling confused and lost, this song makes me feel better. (RIP Stephen Sondheim, you were the realest.)

[sleepy-vix]

What would your ideal book be like (as in, what theoretical book would be your absolute favourite) what genre, page count, setting, characters, etc would it have?

oohhhh this is such an interesting ask. hmm i'll have to lay this out in dot points

BE READY FOR LOTS OF TEXT!

also i am indecisive and messy so my opinions will probably change idk T-T

alr here we go

- genre: psychological novel? im not exactly sure what the genre is but i love when books follow a mentally ill character that's just trying their best to navigate through life, and the book is about the way they interact with their surrounds and respond to issues and cope with their past and come to decisions, iykwim?

BUT I WANT FANTASY in it too so it will be epic. i love fantasy world building and i love when it makes so so so much sense. it would be cool if they had elements and got sorted into elemental groups too- that is so satisfying and fun to read.

- page count: probably 500. personally i think a normal book is 300, and it seems daunting when it's got like 700 pagesz but considering that this is my ideal book, i think i'd be sad if it had less than 400 pages (cus the story would be over soon) so i'd say 500 pages is the perfect amount.

- setting: in terms of time, i never really cared for it. i realise that i should probably have a preference on which century i like to read, but i find that characters can be mentally ill and epic no matter if they are from the future or the past.

in terms of location, hmm i wouldn't want to read about a character being anywhere with tropical or summery vibes. i like my characters knee deep in snow and drenched from head to toe in rain. it keeps them depressed and relatable ^^ (/hj....?)

oh also it would be cool if the country and places were mad up, since that this is a fantasy.

WAIT OR asia. i am obsessed with books that focuses on/is based off asia :)

- characters: trios are the best and i will die on that hill. ok like i dont need the trios to be together 24/7 but i need there to be THREE main characters if you know what i mean. one of them can be an antihero idc. it just has to be THREE.

oh also i love to read in the perspective of characters who are ambitious and feisty and impulsive because they're the opposite of me. but also i'd like them (idc abt gender) to be cunning, witty and good at making plans.

another character that i need in the trio is the smart one. there HAS to be a smart side character or else i will NOT fall in love with the book. i need the character who makes all the entensive plans. i need the character who is a walking dictionary. i need the character who hates to fight and would rather be learning but is somehow good at it and therefore forced to fight alongside the makn character. (oopsies im just describing the poppy war. but that is not a crime ;])

if its a soldier poet king trio i will be obsessed with it forever and ever

ok so for the stuff that u didnt ask but im gonna include:

-writing style: advanced. work my mind to death but enrichen it at the same time. i dont mind a difficult and layered magic system- in fact i LOVE THOSE, as long as they make sense and they are creative. do not give me that "she let out a breath she didnt know she was holding" bs.

i want "the night circus" level description when it comes to settings. i need to see taste hear smell FEEL the fucking surroundings

-vibe: doomed from the start. i dont want my characters to be happy. make me fall in love and then break my heart and do not apologise for it :,) (shit am i masochistic? damn)

- others: it would be cool if it is somehow relevant to our present irl current political state/ real world problems. it would be even cooler if it somehow fits a ton of mitski songs. also gayness is very welcomed

yeahh thats all i got for now. oops i wrote alot. at the start of my reply i was thinking along the lines of solitaire and crime and punishment and no longer human, but then it was all scrapped and i based it all off of the poppy war trilogy because it did fantasy and character dynamics/personalities/backstories SO RIGHT.

tysmmm for this ask. i would love to ask it right back, but i dont know who you are :(( ahsvsj feel free to tell me anyways tho in my askbox as an anon !!

*this was not proofread

[vaicomcas]

Absolutely loved the fic!!

Somehow it feels more canon than what actual canon was?? I love how Cas realizes that he loves the world and humanity, not just dean! It is very satisfying to read— cas deserves to know he doesnt just derive meaning from serving dean, and u wrote it perfectly! ((I want to give him a hug so badly now)).

Also, i didnt read the ao3 info before i began, so i was so surprised when crowley appeared!!!!!!! As you know, im a crowley guy so i am OBSESSED with this fic! He lived!!!!! Ah my heart is so happy right now! I also love how brilliant and in-character he was!! His plan to foil everyone was so smart and cool!

Anyways, you wrote a fantastic fic! :)

~ @1967-impala

Aww thank you! I am so happy that you liked it, especially that you liked my Crowley, since as you know you are one of the 2-3 who turned my attention to him in the first place.

And I'm sure Cas got a hug from Crowley later...

Thank you for putting such a nice note in my inbox!

[campbyler]

love love love all of your writing this fic has been getting me through the past few months <3333 my question is have either acswy mike or will ever taken a biology class/lab at their respective colleges? what did they think of it?

(this question brought to u by the dreaded lab report i am currently writing)

hope you all have a great day!!!

hi! this answer is brought to you by the gc’s resident biology student and number one hater of intro level bio classes/labs specifically so it will probably be a lot longer than what you were looking for 🫡

first of all you are so brave and i’m wishing you the best of luck bc i also cannot write lab reports to save my life and i love science and write for a hobby so idk how that happened but godspeed! secondddd i dooooo think both mike and will who are smarty smart nerds and losers probably are interested by the subject in a very abstract kind of way — aka they probably think it’s super cool but have no real desire to explore that further in a classroom environment. i do also think that their colleges’ gen ed requirements probably mean that they have to take some kind of science class for natural science credits or something but i think they both cheat the system a little by getting those through classes without that time demand! a very personal and self indulgent hc of mine is that mike is a marine biology enthusiast so he probably takes marbio 100 or something freshman year :^) i think my school also has likeee a dino class (?) that is known for being very easy but very interesting and he absolutely for sure takes something like that as well! to me will also takes something that is easy On Purpose bc he is getting a graphic design degree and will not need this class as a prerequisite for anything but to me he’s an astro 100 guy through and through. maybe even 150 or 200 if he likes his prof and the material!

tldr - in this universe they definitely do not take a bio class in college (unless marbio and its subsequent lab counts) bc it’s not required for their degree and it’s probably also very time intensive/a threat to their gpas that they are smart enough to avoid but i do think they have an interest in science and scratch that itch through other classes to knock their general education requirements out of the way!

[atlas-the-bastard]

I don't usually post non fandom art on here but I'm pretty proud of this :33

these r two characters my best friend and I made for a VERY COOL webcomic we're in the process of creating - mavis (redhead) and her currently unnamed girlfriend because we needed side characters and I felt like she deserved a sapphic relationship 😌

i did use a reference for the pose/clothes but it turned out way better than I was expecting??? kind of insane??

anyway if you want more deets about the characters uhh under the cut bc I want to tell people about this so bad😭

SO (and may I just say thankyou for clicking see more cant believe people want to KNOW about my SILLY LITTLE GUYS)

Mavis (full name mavis nic coitir) is the bassist of a 5 person band in a world pretty much the same as our own except there's monsters n magic n people have powers n shit. dont think about it too hard the world building isn't designed for scrutiny.

Mavis' "power"/ability is mostly that she's just freakishly smart. she's the tech junkie of the group, the gadget girl, all that jazz - and also the biggest pop culture nerd ever. she's also the mom friend, she had adhd, she's 20 years old, Irish, and born on the 10th of february. she's a total loser and also the coolest person you'll ever meet.

she has a shit ton of awesome body mods/cyborgy stuff (which I didn't draw because I didnt feel like it💀), including a prosthetic arm - all of which she made herself.

she (like all of our other characters) is an amalgamation of a bunch of different traits and tropes we thought would be funny or cool, and also because I cant keep my sticky fingers out of anything, is losely inspired by one piece characters (namely franky and nami) - again, like most of our other characters💀

i, being a faggot, needed to give her a girlfriend and my friend said "sure :D". I thought it would be funny if she, being the loser ever, somehow pulled like. a beautiful celebrity or actress. and I think the idea in my head has now kind of morphed into like...a really cool artist/content creator who lives in their city and who everyone knows...so like microcelebrity...but still a celebrity to mavis's band mates. I havent yet run this past my friend, but I'm thinking some flavour of blasian for the gf.

also these aren't their actual outfits I just drew the clothes that were on the reference cos it was easier and also I think I am a lot better at drawing clothing folds now so win win. for the record mavis normally wears like an oversized band/pop culture tshirt and some old cargo pants/overalls.

anyway yeah that's mavis :DDD

(If u wanna know the other 4 band members are Soren Fayez , the seemingly cool calm collected popular girl who is actually a total ditz, and plays violin; Dante (full name Durante Alaric Hunter Dio Galloridge), the vampire vocalist and sometimes keyboardist with big dick energy and chaotic bisexuality; Calvin Smith, drummer and the most normal guy ever - completely trauma and angst free and the himbo ever; and Evan(geline) Mori, guitarist and the black cat to cal's golden retriever, bursting with childhood trauma and a Midwestern emo musical influence. Evan and Cal are in love with each other but Evan is too angsty to do anything and Cal doesn't waste time doing things like using his single braincell to pick up on Evan's faggotry that to anyone else except the two of them is more unsubtle than a giraffe in a swimming pool.)

[bananabeebenson]

I Can ALSO Fix Him

tSim

I would like to state a very needed disclaimer at this point; I do not tend to learn my lesson. My dating history would prove that, therefore I have returned to haunt the tumblr feed of whoever may see this with my ever growing familiar statement; I can fix him.

Or, in this case, I can ALSO fix him.

Now, I have stated my plans to fix another criminal in the past, as stated here. How successful those ideas still stand to be tested, but I am here once again to bring to light that there is someone else on the list of ‘not-so-good-people’ I am willing to fix.

Crocodile. Sir Crocodile.

And I’m here to say, I can ALSO fix him.

Similar to that of Doflamingo, Crocodile is not a very good man. A smart man, oh sure. A brilliant man even for the plans he put in motion. An unlucky man as well, for his timing, and also a lucky man as well, for his timing yet again. But he is not someone who would eagerly take me on a date at the first bouquet of flowers dropped on his very expensive shoes. No, he is somehting of class; something that would take a little bit of convincing to fix him.

Attempt 1: A Vacation

Okay, it sounds simple enough, maybe even too simple to most, but everyone has to know this man has never had a vacation in his life. For as much as we know, he has been fighting to survive since day one and never once had he had an actual break. Every day spent in Alabasta  was a day dedicated to achieving his goals. Even in that casino with all that money and all that time, I doubt he ever thought to lay out and catch a nice tan while taking over a country.

So, perhaps he would like to go somewhere tropical. Nice, windy beach with those expensive drinks and fancy straws to sip on. Maybe he’d like to go on a hiking trip through the mountains somewhere, camping out each night and ‘roughing’ it up.

Or, in all honesty, just put this man in a hotel somewhere far away and tell him to not work for the weekend at least. Then maybe forever.

Attempt 2: A Massage

This could tie in with the first (and is totally not an excuse to put my hands on him) but this man is knotted all the way up. Considering his Devil Fruit and the lack of people he would trust to touch him that intimately, I have high doubts he has ever had a massage. Hell, I doubt he’s had much human interaction outside of possible physical violence on another person.

Therefore, you get this man to slide off his coat and even just lean forward enough so you can start working those shoulders, you might just take enough tension off of him that he would entirely forget about wanting to take over any countries or kill old people that scarred his face up. A full body massage and this man might just fall to pieces on you.

Attempt 3: Kisses?

Just...like kiss the man? His lips are probably chapped, and his skin might not be so smooth if he keeps up his sandy texture, but he definitely needs a kiss. A forehead kiss, a cheek kiss, a neck kiss. Hell, kiss his hand and make him feel like a king. Give this man all the affection he could have with your lips and that might just be a distraction enough that he would forget he’s supposed to be evil. Is he misbehaving and threatening more crimes that should make you dislike him? Forehead kiss. Solves all the problems.

Attempt 4: Get Him Nicer Pets

The Bananagators are cool. They’re great, even, but they just scream ‘evil’. You know what doesn’t scream evil? A gecko. A ferret. Anything but the giant, menacing creatures that he actively uses to devour other people. Get this man a small animal (preferably non-venomous and also small enough that they can’t eat people) and make him care for it. Get him something high-maintenance that will require all of his attention and he has no time to be evil. Simple yet effective.

Attempt 5: F U C K H I M 

See a pattern yet?

All these villainous people are pent up. They have issues, they’re angry, and they’re not shagging up in the way they need to be. So, take off your pants and put this man through the ringer. I’m talking like sap this man of any ounce of energy he has by riding him into oblivion and make sure there’s not a single functioning brain cell in that mind to even imagine being evil again. Oh, he probably has stamina, but you can get creative. Wring him out like a wet towlette until he has only drops to give and keep wringing.

In Conclusion

I swear I can ALSO fix him.