#i feel like a bad friend a bad partner a bad.. everything

[multifandom-nerds-blog]

S7 ep 1 compliant mini fic with established Corvus (Cause Sorens face was bloody in one scene and clean in the next one somehow)

Maybe a bit similar to the one I posted a few days earlier, but who cares.

"Oh, right. Right! Because I'd be dead!"

Corvus could only shake his head at Sorens antics. Not without smiling though. The relief of seing him alive was strong, and gave him enough energy to stay on his feet even after the long day followed by flying for hours.

Though seeing the castle like this really was terrible. They had seen the smoke from far away already, and it wasn't much better up close.

Their capitol. Their castle. The home of Ezran, Callum and Soren. And well, after two years also his home, though this was obviously much worse for his friends who had grown up here. But Ezran was with Callum for the moment, so he could focus on Soren.

"Opeli is on the way to the Banther lodge with most people." Soren said while keeping his arm around Corvus shoulder. "I stayed here with some guards to keep the fires under control and look for uhh... stuff."

"You mean anything salvagable?" He didn't mentioned the ever so slight shaking of Sorens hand on his shoulder. Or the quite trembling of his voice. It would most probably just lead to Soren closing his walls.

"Yeah. Yeah! That. Also Barius and some others are going to the sorrounding towns for supplies and help to set up cam- what are you doing?"

Corvus had put his hand up to Sorens face. Unable to ignore the blood on the blonde mans face and hair any longer. He turned around to properly face his partner, Sorens hand not leaving him but sliding on his other shoulder instead when he moved.

"What happened?", Corvus asked. Lightly tracing his thumb over the streak of blood going through Sorens eyebrow. He didn't flinch so either he had pushed the thought of injuries to the back of his head, wouldn't be the first time, or it wasn't as bad as it looked. Corvus guessed for both, head wounds were nasty bleeders after all but Soren was also extremely stubborn and ignorant about his own wounds at times.

"Oh that?" Soren took his hand of his shoulder to poke his own forehead, with a bit more force than Corvus liked him to do. "Right. A flying stone hit me. Not as in the Stone knowing how to fly. Just a stone from the rubble flying into my face."

Corvus hummed while taking Sorens hand away from his face with his own to stop the poking. He would probably hear the whole story later. After everyone had time to collect themselves a bit.

His free hand started looking through his pockets while not letting go of Sorens in his other hand.

"So how was the wedding? Probably fancier than a burning castle. Though it was a sunfire elf wedding, so maybe they have some traditions about burning stuff?"

"Not exactly.", Corvus answered. You could probably say that Queen Janais relationship to her brother burned to ashes, but that would be a pretty rude oversimplification of the matter. He could also still feel the bruises from when Karims followers captured him during the battle. "The wedding is a... long story."

"Later?", Soren asked.

"Later.", Corvus agreed.

Finally he found the clean handkerchief he usually kept on him. Though honestly surprised it was still there and clean after everything. And finally Soren showed a reaction to his wounds when Corvus reached up to his forehead again.

"Ah." Soren's face flinched. Corvus might have not even noticed if he hadn't spend so much time of the last two years studying the other man. "You don't... have to. It's dried anyway."

For a moment Corvus wanted to ask if he was okay, but... that question seemed senseless in the current situation. But he could see that the adrenaline was starting to leave Sorens body. And there was a look in his eyes that was all to familiar to Corvus.

Right. Lord Viren was in the dungeon while Katolis had burned down. So what happened to him?

"We should still clean it up.", Corvus settled on. He let go of Sorens hand to cup his face instead in both hands, looking into blue eyes.

Sorens skin was warm, which confused Corvus a bit. His partners skin was usually ever so cold, but now warmth was somehow streaming from his body into Corvus hands.

"Your warm.", Corvus stated. "Do you have a fever?"

"Heh, well, most people would probably call this a normal body temperature."

Soren tried to crack a smile, but Corvus just raised an eyebrow.

"It's just from... the fire. Well. Kinda. But it's wearing of already." Soren laid one of his hands over Corvus', as if to prove it, even if his hands were usually even cooler than the rest anyways. "Everybody who was here is running hot right now. But as I said. It's wearing of already. You're gonna have your walking iceblock back soon enough."

There was obviously something Soren was leaving out in his story, but Corvus decided it would be better to talk about this later. As well as the unavoidable topic of wether Viren was dead or alive.

Later, Corvus thought. Later was good.

He ran his right thumb over Sorens eyebrow again, rubbing some dried blood of in the process. Soren responded by lowering his head until their foreheads meat.

"I... I'm...", Soren stuttered.

"It's okay. I've got you."

He could feel Sorens other hand landing on his shoulder and gripping on to him.

"I know."

"But now, really, let's find some water to get all that blood of your face."

"Hm, okay. Yeah. You're probably right."

"It's also in your hair."

"WHAT?" Soren promptly jumped back to check his hair. "Why did not nobody tell me?!"

[mishastiel]

Thinking about Tony and Peter. Tony’s his teacher and he’s married. Happily married, but damn it there’s something about the cute curly haired doe eyed boy that sits in front of his class and is always so eager to learn and participate

And he loves his wife, or so he thinks. He knows he’s happily married… right? Well, his mind’s fuzzy right now, he offered Peter a drive home after he saw him wandering around school way too late, and now he’s balls deep in the boy in some random empty parking lot of some park

He knows he’s screwed now, because now he wants more, all while still wearing that wedding ring

Hi luv. I was bad and accidentally may have written 3k words for what was supposed to be just a silly little snippet. So yeah, there's that. If you horny bastard (extremely affectionate) wants to skip to the smut, the first paragraph of it will be colored red.

Seriously, this is so stupidly long it'd be more appropriate to upload to ao3. but it still sucks because I wrote this hurriedly since it was supposed to be a goddamn snippet!!!! A stupid little snippet written for funsies and laughs and sunshines.

As mentioned above this has explicit content!! beware.

This probably contains a few typos and grammar mistakes because I didn't looked it over.

Tony’s always been such a loyal man. He heavily reprimands cheating and sticks to his wife so much that he doesn’t even follow other women on Instagram, besides the ones in his family. And he loves his wife so much, too. They were highschool sweethearts and his eyes spark with something so intense just by looking at her. Tony never labeled himself as anything, either, he’s always been strictly straight. Though he considers himself an ally and would never discriminate against someone based on their sexuality.

Since he’s been with his wife for so long, he’s never even been attracted to anyone else. Sure he finds some women, mainly celebrities, pretty. But that's it. His eyes would immediately find his spouse and his heart always skips a few beats whenever. It feels like they’ve never gotten out of the honeymoon phase, they have sex almost every day.

So, Tony’s satisfied and extremely happy with his life and his partner. They’re so stable and there's so much trust they’re even thinking about having a child.

It’s late august and everything starts once again, as it always robotically does every single year. He’s got a cup of coffee on his hands and he’s been tidying everything in his classroom for an hour now, always wanting to give his students the best first impression. He’s also hoping they won’t get scared away right off the bat because he already teaches the scariest subject, math. He normally has the best, most intelligent students in the school, so it’s always easy and smooth teaching them. He has a great dynamic for a first day, and he just knows everything will be great. It always is

The bell rings and teenagers start coming in, filling the class. Picking their places. He sees some familiar faces, always the one to have a great relationship with students. He’s thinking about lunch when it all runs away from his mind once his eyes fall on a new face. The one of a boy with wild curls and wide, bambi-like eyes. He’s quite slim, but not that much, and he wears funky clothes. He’s got his backpack hanging off one arm and is laughing at something his friend says to him. Tony stares, and he knows it must scare some students because he’s always masking his expression into a serious, almost furious one, even when he doesn’t feel like that ever. The boy must sense that someone is staring at him because he whips his head around and makes immediate eye contact with Tony, who holds it until the younger is flusteredly looking away, his cheeks getting pink.

Tony had something planned for the class but he says screw it and does something slightly different. He makes everyone introduce themselves and talk about something they like. He knows the kids hate that, but he needs to find out more about that cute, innocent looking boy.

Turns out that’s Peter Parker, who likes to build computers and engineering things and dreams of going to MIT.

For the rest of the day, every time Tony looks in Peter’s direction he smiles, and whenever Peter says something or Tony gets the chance, he makes a joke. His heart speeds up and he can feel his cheeks warming up slightly every time Peter laughs, and at lunch he asks if he can sit with him and his other two friends, saying that “not even the teachers want me around here, probably because they hate math in general. I’m a great guy”. Peter just laughs and says “sure, whatever Mr. Stark”. It feels like they’re friends already, or maybe Tony’s just going insane.

Because he has to be going crazy, he thinks on his way home. He’s never, ever felt like that about anyone besides his wife. How long has it been since he’s last blushed? He tries to deny it, brushing it off as his instincts simply telling him that he’d have a great student-teacher relationship with Peter, but he doesn’t believe that one bit. He’s never felt like that for any student ever. And a boy, really?

When he’s home his wife asks him if everything’s okay, and he says he’s just had a tough day with the kids. Bullshit, he’s never gone through a day teaching as smoothly as he did today, and he’s never smiled so much while working. He sleeps with his back turned to his wife that night, not having the heart to look at her while he’s probably developing feelings for someone else, an underage student boy of his whom he's seen for the first time today.

The next few weeks, he falls into an obsession for the boy. He only has lunch with him now, and when both of his friends have to skip class one day, he almost jumps in joy because that means Peter’s attention will be fully on Tony. He makes sure he brushes past Peter when walking on the corridor every time just to talk to him. He probably would’ve thought he was bothering if Peter was any other student, – he wouldn’t even act that way with some other kid – but Peter always laughs at his stupid math puns and waves and smiles at Tony when he sees him with such enthusiasm – Tony reciprocates the act with the same enthusiasm as the boy – Tony knows his head isn’t making anything, and that the kid genuinely likes him.

At home, for the past 3 months, it feels like he’s barely talked to his wife. He tells her how his day went and zones out when she talks about hers. They’ve had sex probably once or twice and he dreads coming home. His wife has mentioned this abrupt change a lot of times, but he tells her he’s “going through a difficult time and isn’t comfortable opening up,” and as the perfect woman she is, she only kisses him and says “I’m here whenever you’re ready to talk.”

At the fourth month he’s had enough, he’s tired of dreaming about brunette curls he can’t reach and fantasizing about virgin, young holes when he fucks his hand – because his wife isn’t good anymore. So when he sees Peter wandering outside of the school on a rainy day, with no other student in sight, he stops and calls for him.

“Come on kid, it’s no problem. I won’t crash the car, I’m a good driver. Promise.”

“You’re sure I’m not bothering, Mr. Stark?”

“Come in already”

“Oh, thank you so much!”

Apparently, Peter’s aunt is only able to pick him up 2 hours after the school’s closed. He types something on his phone while continuing to thank Tony. He’s not sure how he’ll get into this kid’s pants, though.

“So, when are you going to ask Michelle out? I’ve seen the way you two look at each other.” He's making things up, MJ looks at Peter like he’s a dirty raccoon and Peter’s very obviously gay. No prejudice here.

Peter ducks his head and Tony’s sure he’s blushing furiously. “What? I’m not into MJ, sir. I don’t think I could.”

And, fuck, Tony presses his legs together at the honorific and closes his eyes for a second.

“Doesn’t want to mess the friendship up, huh!?”

“I’m… I’m afraid MJ’s not my type, Mr. Stark.”

And even though Tony knew, because teachers always know, he smiles at the confirmation that Peter’s really into men.

“Oh, I see. Well then, any guy you’re interested in?”

And if Peter thinks this is a weird conversation to be having with his teacher who is forty-eight, he doesn’t comment or stop it. Only blushes more.

“Yeah. But he’s much older and much smarter, and would never want someone like me.”

And Tony’s heart only beat faster at that.

“Don’t put yourself down like that.”

“Well, he’s married, too. I know it’s wrong to have feelings for a taken person, but some things you can’t control” He blurts out and hugs himself,like that wasn’t meant to slip out.

And Tony really can’t take this anymore, so he makes a sharp turn to a random parking lot, nearly empty, stops and looks at Peter, who looks back with wide(r) eyes.

“You’re driving me mad, kid.” And kisses him, because he’s really inexperienced at flirting and coercing someone to fuck him, since he lost his virginity to his wife and this is the second time on his life he’s doing this. He’s nervous, ever since Peter entered his car.

He grabs the back of Peter’s head but the boy breaks the kiss off, and Tony’s terrified.

“Mr. Stark.” But instead of an exclamation, it’s almost a whisper. His eyes drop to Tony’s lips, briefly, and then he’s looking at his teacher’s eyes again. “This is wrong.”

“That only makes me harder” And he’s kissing Peter again. This time, he reciprocates it. Very slowly they deepen the kiss, and then Peter’s trying to talk again;

“Mr. Stark,” it comes out breathless and muffled by Tony’s mouth. “This is really wrong.” It’s nearly a moan.

“But you want this, no?” Tony says in a raspy, low tone.

“Yes. Want it so bad.” Peter gets lost in Tony’s mouth momentarily. “But we can’t. I mean, your wife.” Peter forgets to mention everything else – the age difference, pedophilia, power imbalance, the fact that Tony is his teacher. The age gap again, because Peter’s freshly 15 and Tony’s about to turn 49.

“It’s okay if we keep it as our dirty little secret, yeah?”

And maybe that serves as a definite yes for Peter, because he’s climbing on Tony’s lap now and Tony’s dick is so hard already he feels like he’s about to explode.

“Push that, c’mon.” He whines against Tony’s mouth and the teacher’s smiling smugly.

“Bossy, hm?” But he obeys and holds the handle up and forces his back against the seat, making him nearly lay back.

Peter’s back at kissing him fervorously and now he’s grinding against Tony’s crotch and if he doesn't get inside that damn teenager now he’ll commit a criminal act.

He stops making out with the boy and takes Peter’s zip up hoodie and shirt off, caressing his chest and pinching his pink nipples.

“Yours too.” He demands tugging at Tony’s blazer, which he takes off and Peter’s immediately attacking his neck.

“Don’t leave marks. Not on my neck.”

“I’ll mark you on your hips then.” It’s both an affirmation and a question.

“Please.” Never did Tony think he’d be begging a teenager to leave hickies on his body, but fuck him if it doesn't make his cock leak.

Peter complies with his promise and dips his head down on Tony’s body, leaving open mouth kisses all the while maintaining firm eye contact with the older man. He’s smirking and Tony wants to punch it off his face because he’s fifteen and taking control of Tony.

He stops at his hip bone and sucks there, it’s strong and almost like he’s trying to suck a thick milkshake up a straw. He licks after, only once, not as an apology but just because he can.

He palms at Tony’s dick that’s still covered by his slacks and commands: “You’re going to fuck me against the seat.”

Tony flips their positions immediately, desperately. The seat is not all the way down so Peter’s almost sitting up, and he grinds his ass against Tony’s dick, turning his head around and looking pompously at Tony, with that stupid smirk back on his lips.

“You’re a slut. A cheap, easy one at that” He says trying to gain some kind of control over the situation, even though he wants to let himself go.

“A virgin, sir, it’s just easy playing guys like you.” He refers to Tony like he’s a toy and might as well have come in his pants.

He slides Peter’s pants and underwear off and spreads his cheeks, admiring the fluttering pink hole. He really wants to give the kid a rimjob but he can’t wait any longer, so he picks the little lube packet he keeps next to the hand brake, opens it with his teeth and smears it all over his fingers and Peter’s hole.

“I’m clean, by the way. Only had sex with my wife, who only had sex with me, and we get checked often”

“I think I’m getting the appeal of your cheating kink now”

Tony laughs and once he feels Peter’s open enough, he struggles to take his pants with one hand and coats his dick with his lubed one. He gives it a few strokes while staring at Peter’s face, who dropped his half-lidded eyes to Tony’s crotch.

He puts only the tip in and really, he was trying to be nice and gentle as to not completely obliterate that virgin hole, but Peter pushes back and says “Just fuck m’ already, I practice enough at home”

And Tony’s a lost cause, because next thing he knows he’s pounding onto that stupid brat like he’s mad at him. He pins Peter’s head to the headrest and fucks him like it’s the last thing he’ll do on earth. He grabs his waist hard enough to leave his finger imprints engraved there.

He lowers his head and whispers profanities to Peter. “Fucking slut, going around older married men like that” “Liar, no way a stupid virgin would be like this” “You probably get passed around at a frat house don’t ya?”

Peter’s got an almost pained expression on his face but he’s moaning so loudly, and at some point he grabs Tony’s ass just to leverage himself and meets his thrusts. The car is moving so wildly anyone who looks at it will immediately be able to tell what’s going on, and the windows are foggy, dripping with condensation.

He lasts a lot longer than he thought he would, and when he starts to get closer to the edge, he grabs Peter’s neglected cock. The precum that leaked out of the tip serves as enough lube to not make it painful.

They’re fucking like wild, rabid animals now. Nothing’s on their mind except for each other. And yeah, Peter’s not lying. He is a virgin, with such a tight hole and sensitive little dick.

They come nearly at the same time with loud moans of each other’s name – Peter’s still calling him Mr. Stark, even when said mister’s ball deep with his cum stuffed in Peter’s ass.

There’s not much after that, they can’t clean up so they just dress up again, silently but not awkwardly. Tony kisses Peter again, softer this time. They make out for a while, Peter back on the passenger seat and Tony’s up. They only stop because Tony’s neck hurts and they both really have to go home.

They exchange numbers at Peter’s apartment complex hall entry. They kiss once again just for good measure, and Peter runs off laughing – “I have to stop you, ‘else you’ll just keep going.”

Tony goes home with the biggest smile on his face, he’s still so high on the best orgasm he’s ever had and the love he feels blooming on his chest for that kid. When he parks his car on his garage, he rubs both hands on his hair and laughs foolishly, like an idiot at the ceiling.

But then he’s home, to his wife. And it all comes crashing down, the horniness and bliss wearing down. He entered the house with a big smile, so of course she’s also smiling. He kisses her, because he can’t not kiss her. But he feels his stomach turning.

He tries to keep the smile on his face, but it’s hard. He says he’s happy because the students weren’t as tough today, and his wife smiles at him. Because she doesn't know he’s a cheating pedophile.

He showers, and briefly forgets all his worries because he closes his eyes and the soft make out session and enthusiastic waves and smiles shine bright behind his eyelids. He smiles without showing his teeth, at particularly nothing but the memory of a smart, shameless teen.

He doesn't text Pete <3 that night, and (tries to) sleep with his back turned to what he thought was the love of his life once again. He stares at the ring on his hand, and has to close his eyes so tears don’t glide down his face.

He’s fucked up, big time. And he doesn't know what to do. He still loves his wife so much, but gosh everything about Peter seems to be a thousand times better than her. And maybe he’s mistaken, so mistaken. Because he’s only known Peter for four months and he’s known his wife for longer than the time Peter’s been on this earth. But he hasn’t blushed at his wife or anything related to her in more than a decade, he hasn’t gotten so hard just talking to her, he never felt so enthusiastic about her, he’s never felt like that about her. Or maybe he did, at some point. But it’s been so long, and his eyes don’t sparkle when he sees her walking down the corridor anymore.

He slips with what feels like a family of elephants worthy of guilt weighing down on his shoulder. Because he also just defiled a goddamn fifteen year old kid. He fucked someone 33 years younger than him, his student, someone he’s supposed to be a good example for. Fuck, he’s a fucking pedophile. A pedophile who cheats.

He dreams of dark brown curls between his legs, though, and wakes up with bile rising up on his throat. He doesn't look in the mirror while getting ready, but still smiles at Peter when he sees him. His heart still beats harder on his chest and his cheeks get warmer, and maybe they make out at a secret, dark spot only Tony knows about at the school. Maybe they laugh between kisses, and Peter has to shove the man away because “Oh my gosh, Tony, you’re just insatiable!”

[localcanadiancreature62]

Since Christmas is around the corner (it's in two fucking days),here's a thought i randomly had about Ford and his recollection of Christmas from 30 years ago. Imagine Ford spending time with Fiddleford on Christmas post Weirdmaggedon,and feeling bad as they haven't been able to have joyous times like this ever since Bill ruined their lives. Ford prepared eggnog for both of them as the two decided to talk about what they've been up to lately,just like old times. Fiddleford opts to make a new sweater for Ford with Mabel's help as the man remains as generous and kind as ever just like before everything happened. Ford greatly appreciates his gift and he ACTUALLY manages to give him something in return unlike the last time they spent Christmas together,he ends up giving him a fully colored illustration of Frilliam looking exactly like he remembered him as a way to apologize for releasing the poor creature. The two then keep talking merrily after exchanging gifts,and held hands while the author felt glad about the fact that nothing will ever separate him from his dearest friend and partner ever again.

[mindless-existence1]

More sfw Mha boyfriend headcanons

Authors note: Kinda a part 2 but does relate to the other one at all. My friend helped me with the Ida stuff so thanks pookie. Also this is kinda an in-between fic just so then I can keep myself motivated to write the requests I have

Contents: I think like one curse word

Pt1

Mha Masterlist

My Masterlist

Includes: Bakugo, Denki, Ida, and Tokoyami

Ida would schedule times to hang out with you when he's free. Not because he like hates you or smth but he just has a very set schedule he likes to stick to. If you want to hang out outside of the set time then most likely it'll turn into a study date.

Denki is a yapper and he often yaps about you. His poor friends have to deal with him mentioning you constantly. Something completely random comes up and he's going "Oh I remember y/n was talking about that one time, speaking of them..." he's a simple man you loves his partner.

Tokoyami is a drawer I feel. He'd have a sketch book/journal he carries around for sure. In a not creepy way he'd draw yiu a lot. Like a muse kind of way. He'd never show you butbthen you find it and he has to explain how he just finds you so perfect and then after that he shows you his drawings.

Bakugo would definitely not even realize how in love with you he is untill kirishima or someone mentions it and then he's noticing how different he acts with you. Have him tied around you damn finger.

Ida definitely wakes up hella early to exercise and specifically run (obviously). He'll try to get you to wake up early to but often times he wants to wake up way to early. You just kiss him goodbye most mornings and fall promptly back to sleep.

Tokoyami is a poet I bet. Or at least a song writer which is basically the same thing. His muse? You. In his journel/sketch book he has poems along with the drawings. Another thing he's probably embarrassed about bit high key he's just in love. He has so much to say but is too embarrassed to say it.

Denki would love to share headphones with you. I fear his tase in music would either be shit or the best in the planet. If it's bad you help him shape it to be better. He'd love to keep his in during class so then he can think about you isntead of whatever boring thing you are getting taught. Also I fear he'd forget to charge them all the time.

Bakugo is the type of guy to tell you no while simultaneously doing it. Like you ask him "could you get me a glass of water?" "No is already getting up to get a glass" or he'd tell you know and wait all of 15 seconds before doing it for you.

Denki when he gets nervous will let out little zaps on accident. As most the tickle or leave a slight sting but nothing crazy. So for your first kiss he's freaking out, obviously, and accidently zaps you. Face is bright red and he's now embarrassed for the rest of his life. Definitely wants to go die in a hole but when you start laughing and kiss him anyway he's fine.

Tokoyami would also like to share earbuds with you but like I said before his music taste is immaculate. Personally I like Korn and maybe im biased but I think he'd like that band to. And just all around metal/rock bands. But also just good music in general. Unlike denki he'd charge his earbuds religiously. He'd die without his music same bro.

Bakugo after a hard day of training would go straight to your dorm. Somehow he thinks it's way more comfortable then his. He just plop down on your bed before a shower before changing clothes anything. Which would be ew but he'd eventually do all that but first he needs a kiss and small cuddle with his partner first.

Ida would look up relationship stuff. This is probably cringe but like I fear he'd get nervous about his first relationship and then all the sudden he's looking up "how long should you date before you kiss your partner?" Eventually he realizes he just needs to take everything at his own speed.

[reignpage]

Saw ur divorce head cannons and omg, I did not expect nanami in the most likely. But yeah, as someone who fumbled a relationship due to my own insecurity I can empathize with reader. Its just that you think so highly of your partner that you feel so small in comparison to them and that you wouldn't be enough for them and that kind of leads to some self loathing and yeah it's does make you both miserable in the end

Yeah idk just some thought hehe (sorry for the tmi that happened long ago I'm fine we're fine never got back together but we're friends i think)

Also, lastly I've said this before I'll say it again. I love your works so much. Keep going 🫶🫶🫶

I mean, I like to think they work on her insecurities through their relationship but that's cause I wish the very best for reader. she's so precious. when I said I put a bit of myself in every reader, the insecurity part is mine with her, and the hiding things with humour stuff. so even though I'd love for their relationship to work out and I do think it likely would, I think it could just as easily fall apart, because all it takes is one bad night or bad moment and everything comes falling apart

bless up Nanami's reader tho 🫶

and thank you 😣

[pizzalover69420]

relate to prev reblog. yeah i lose steam REALLY fast trying to listen to others infodump or get into other people's interests unless i get lucky and hyperfixate on it. i feel like shit about it because past that i really do like listening to others, learning about new things, and stuff being shared with me :( the only combat ive had to this is multitasking with a very light task while theyre talking or showing me something but sometimes that makes me miss something and i feel bad having to ask to repeat or rewind because technically i wasnt paying attention. but im really REALLY trying. if i Dont multitask then i miss way more than i would if i didnt multitask. like im putting my 200% into this because i REALLY WANT THIS my brain is just convinced everything is oh so boring all the time

[partangel]

would love to hear more about your take on the "people have the obligation to help themselves and get better, if they dont they are bad" thing because you’re sooo right

i just don't think it is as simply and as linear as social media trends make it seem, i think humans are becoming more and more self-invested, self-centered and therefore isolated. i think we dehumanize others and attribute meaningless labels... "red flags this, yellow flags this" i mean, what?

on the internet, particularly tumblr, there was an entire period of romanticizing decay and victimization which was ridiculously bad and not promoter of any type of growth be it for the individual or the relationships they maintained. but the 180º extreme switch that happened is frankly as bad. i believe there's a whole difference between accounting for your mistakes and realizing certain behaviours are not okay with others and TRYING to do better while also giving context to your own struggles in certain aspects in comparison to the whole "maybe you're just toxic and should be put down or smth". like, what in the world? sometimes it just feels like people stopped being people and stopped seeing others as people just like them. i feel like we are just assets. where is the humanism? why have we stopped treating people as people????? are you a full fledged human without your "faults" and "vices"????? or are you just emulating a persona that will never exist and therefore will never to fully connect to others??? why do others prefer to build a relationship with a persona instead of a real human... its easier to manage relationships that dont truly exist, but isnt it as easy as it is isolating?

no one should go to therapy forced by others. no one should take medication forced by others. functionality and stability should not be reached by imposing threats on an human being. in the end that's not helping anyone. its as ive said, i started taking a medication for others and not for me, it did nothing besides making me worse. however, other people were eager to be more human to me because i was taking medication. while im exactly the same, other people have changed the way they interact with me due to a pill. why?

not to talk about the "ugly" mentally ill. the mentally ill that has trouble managing emotions, the mentally ill that has a personality disorder, the mentally ill that can't maintain relationships as well as others because they need their time. the upset mentally ill the traumatized mentally ill the raging mentally ill. as if everything is treated by medication and therapy. as if it isn't a luck to get an actual competent therapist. as if, in going to therapy and it failing, you just spent hours retraumatizing and reliving everything again for nothing. but well. you went to therapy. you pass the check on good mentally ill. doesn't matter if it changed anything or made things worse, you showed you were compromised to others in your life. now you deserve being treated like a human. now if you have a bad day they can tell you "talk to your therapist" and excuse your grumpiness or your suicidal ideation.

most of healing happens in the secure relationships you maintain during your life. except now, talking to your friend about a problem you're having is labeled as "dumping" and is regarded as an orange yellow flag because "thats not what a friend is for". if anything happens negative you should not share with your friends or companion or family, they have a lot going on already, why dont you go and see therapist?

like for fucks sake. that means we dont maintain relationships. we maintain transactions.

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i am not immune to launchpad sol and albin thoughts

[buddiesmutslut]

The more we hear about bt bones, the less I’m convinced they’re going to bring up Tommy’s past. They literally could not put him in an emergency that his character was perfectly set up for, in what world would they turn around & give him his own storyline?

If they do go into his bigoted past, I don’t think they’re going to be able to just leave it as is, they’re going to have to resolve it in some way, which means Buck’s going to pull Hen & Chim in along with Tommy, and I really don’t see them giving Tommy an arc that has him interacting with other mains outside of Buck & his storyline (which always seems to involve Eddie. Which could mean nothing.)

I truly do feel that whatever “uncomfortable truths” is going to be about Buck, & I’m PRAYING that it’s him finally acknowledging the shit he’s been through & the way it’s made him into the man he is today & what he ACTUALLY wants.

Someone in the Discord said it best, uncomfortable truths aren’t always something bad. It could be about how big a part of Eddie & Chris’ life he is. It could be that Tommy doesn’t really fit in with the 118, & that could be a dealbreaker. It could be any number of things but I’m CONVINCED that whatever it is, it’s going to be about Buck.

Buck’s the main character, it’s HIS story we’re telling. Tommy’s already had his time in the Begins episodes, and they “wrapped that up” (even if it was an ending worthy of an antagonist side character & not a love interest, but they never planned on bringing him back in that capacity, so it is what it is, unfortunately).

I really do think the “mask” in Masks & the uncomfortable truths they're facing is something about Buck, a mask he’s wearing. As much as I’d love for them to acknowledge how shitty Tommy was in the beginning, I’m not convinced that’s going to be The Thing that breaks them up, & honestly?

I’m okay with that. Obviously, racism & sexism & bigotry in general should be called out, not swept under the rug for the story, but Gerrard isn’t even an out & out racist anymore, he’s just an asshole, and given how they've had Tommy attribute everything to the way that the 118 was "an oppressive place" under Gerrard's leadership, I don't think they're going to bring that back up now.

If they start leaning more into that part of Gerrard now that’s he’s taken Buck under his wing, I could see them reckoning with Tommy’s past actions, but with the storyline they have right now, I think it’s going to be about Buck, & his issues & his “baggage” (which I’m hoping to GOD is Eddie & Chris, but that might be the Buddie girl in me 😭) & what HE wants in life.

If Buck’s going to get off the hamster wheel, he’s going to have to make the choice to do it all by himself, & I hope that’s what Masks is about 🙏

[lisxdumbr]

The whole "if a person is mad at you it's their responsibility to tell you" thing just made me realize how fucked my situation is. Like just. woah

[androidboy]

my brain is. so incredibly busy

[ajxrn-archive]

I need to be put in a waffle iron or something

[bugsandslugs]

having both anxiety and depression is so wild like one day i'm like oh no all my friends hate me because they haven't sent me silly litol memes in 2 days, and the next day i'm like i should perish before the very gods that created me cuz i dropped an egg on the floor like??? damn pick one???

[girlivealwaysbean]

so tired of being a shitty bandaid for my parents' loneliness. like have u ever considered you passed your curse to me and some days i feel so lonely it's like i can't breathe around the emptiness in my chest????

[jupiter--dream]

I'm so tired

[howcanisaveafallenangel]

losing my mind so bad rn i wanna do things i literally cannot say on other platforms bc i will get banned or something.