#i mean im sure it'll be fine and regular

[basicgrayson]

Coming out to my HS English teacher/mentor/friend tomorrow and more than a little nervous if I'm honest

[varianrambles]

❥𝘕𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘕𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦 ༊*·˚

Pairing- Scaramouche x Reader

Synopsis - Going on a late night walk with Scaramouche ends up in an injury, but don't you worry your pretty little head about it. Nurse Scara is here to kiss your pain and embarrassment away!

Warnings- Vague descriptions on blood/an injury, modern au, cursing, Scaramouche

Authors note- Dearest apologies for the 2 month hiatus chat. Still learning to write a bit ദ്ദി(˶‾᷄ᗜ‾᷅˵ ᵕ) apologies if Scara is a bit ooc , I TRIED MY BESTT

–wc: 1.1k

It was supposed to be a regular walk through the park with scaramouche, but of course it's never really that simple with you, is it?

Late one night, the children had gone home and the old street lights had flickered on, you and Scaramouche had decided to go on a walk through the neighborhood park. The walk had been fairly normal, the both of you had walked hand in hand, talking idly about whatever came to mind in the moment. That was until you spotted the old children's playground. It was dimly lit by the old and barley functioning street nights, and you could see the leaves, dirt, water, and mud that had gathered at the end of the obnoxiously yellow slide.

The playground itself was pretty sad, if you're being honest. Consisting of a singular slide, and monkey bars that led to the swing set that consisted of literally two swings. If you were a kid and THIS is were your parents told you to play on, you'd ask to go back home. But then again the nostalgia from seeing a children's playground was obviously too much for you.

Now obviously, as any rational adult would do, you squeezed scaramouches hand tighter, swinging it upwards as you held your hands to your chest and jumped in excitement. "Look Scara! A playground!" You squealed out. "What about it?" He asked clearly confused as to why a grown adult would care about a depressing children's playground. "Wouldn't it be fun to go have fun on it? You know, relive the childhood memories and such." He looked at you with a puzzled expression for a moment before sighing, his breath visible in the cold weather before replying. "It's only you who can turn dumb shit like this into something sentimental I swear." You ignored his as you said "Oh cmon' , It'll be fun to play on a playground like kids again!"

Paying no regard to the annoyed grunt he gave as you dragged him over, eventually letting go of his hand and jumping onto the monkey bars, although it didn't work as well as you had planned considering it was made for 5-12 year olds. You decided you were fine with holding onto the bars and swinging while bending your legs to avoid them touching the ground. As Scaramouche walked over you could see a pout present on his doll like features, as he shoved his hands in his pockets. "You aren't actually going to play like a child here are you? I mean if you're gunna do this at least pick a good playground" He said, with an eye roll. "What?! C'mon theres plenty of stuff to do here" You said, drawing out the 'A' in What. "Like the swings! C'mere!" You said again dropping from the money bars and walking over to the swings.

Scaramouche followed behind you, albeit a little less excited to go on the swings. By the time he reached the swings you were already in a swing, beginning to swing back and forth already. "Swing with me Scara!" You Chirped. Silently and surprisingly with no witty comment or insult, Scaramouche sat in the swing next to you. Though he wasn't swinging all over the place like you were, he looked content simply sitting in one. "Im gunna jump!" You said, remembering the days when you would jump of the swings as a kid. I mean if you could do it at Seven, it cant be that hard! "I would tell you thats a bad idea, but you wont listen so, good luck i guess." Rolling your eyes at him you focused on building up some momentum, making sure nothing was in your way, and then you jumped.

And damn was it a mistake, You landed on your feet like you planned but unfortunately your ankle didn't get the memo to straighten before you hit the floor, causing to to fall face first into the hard, cold, and unforgiving mulch. It hurt, a lot. For a moment you sat there unmoving out of pure embarrassment, i mean how could you possibly face the world after so confidently face planting into the ground? Though it felt like forever, you knew it was only a few seconds before Scaramouche was at your side.

Helping you up off the ground, he helped you limo over to a nearby bench, it was a little damp due to the mildew of the night, but that wasn't the biggest concern at the moment. Assessing the damage Scaramouche noticed the bleeding scrapes on your knees and cheeks mainly, though there were smaller scratches though they weren't as serious. Scaramouche opened his bag and pulled out some alcohol wipes and band-aids he always carried with him, unfortunately this sort of thing was a common occurrence, he'd learned to be prepared. Sitting in silence, Scaramouche began to treat your wounds, "Hold on to my arm if it stings." he said, while beginning to wipe at the bleeding scratches on your knees. Oh and damn did that shit burn, you squeezed onto his arm, hissing a bit before he moved onto your cheeks, grabbing a new wipe and repeating the process.

He grabbed the box of band-aids and began to take a few out to put on tour injures. "Are those fucking Sofia the first band-aids? Of all the band-aids in the store those are what you choose?" You questioned a slight giggle at the end. "Instead of mocking my band-aid choices let's talk about your poor life ones, yeah? Where did you go wrong, getting your ass kicked by a barely standing swing and some mulch" You were silent after that.

As he placed the last Sofia the first band-aid your cheek, he leaned down and gave you a kiss on the lips, a quick kiss but a kiss nonetheless. Suddenly it was like you had drunk the sacred blood of god or something because that kiss had you feeling better in seconds, smiling and kicking your feet. "Be more careful, [name] seriously. How do you not get tired of tripping and falling all the time?" Scaramouche said, in a teasing tone. You could practically hear the smirk in his face as he pulled you off the bench, Letting you lean your weight on him for the walk back to your shared apartment. "It's getting late, let's get back home, yeah?" He said adjusting himself a bit. "Yeah..

"Lets head home.."

[harpers-tartarus]

in this throne is not mine, I just love the idea that Riz is in regular communication with the Seven, because occasionally he helps Penny investigate stuff for her quests and he has a good relationship with all of them, even though Gorgug and Zelda broke up, but that was a mutual thing.

So Riz is in Kei Lumennura when he gets a facetime on his crystal from Penny and the first thing he hears is her bellowing "SHUT UP IM TALKING TO MY BROTHER!" and turning back to the screen "Riz! I just got back in town and Katie said you got kidnapped!"

("Hey, Riz!" "You need to get more sleep, man, I keep telling you..." "Have I not been paying attention, or did Riz get a glow up??")

"Oh, yeah," he grimaces, "no big deal, I got busted out, everything's fine."

"I could've helped!" Penny nearly pouted. "Why didn't your party tell me!"

"You were literally out of signal range," Riz pointed out. "Where was your quest? Hell?"

"The Nekrinomicron again, but forget about that! You're all right?"

"I mean, I've been drugged for about a week and had about three levels of exhaustion, but apart from that I'm fine-"

"Here you go, sweetheart."

Riz looked up to accept the mug of hot chocolate and the kiss to his temple. Unfortunately, that was caught on the facetime and so many of the Seven started screaming.

"WHO THE HELL IS THAT RIZ? WHO'S KISSING YOU??"

"OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD!"

"RIZ GUKGAK THE MAN YOU ARE!"

"Calm down!" he admonished, flustered and Fabian laughed in the frame.

"FUCKING SEACASTER??"

"OH MY GOD, YOU TWO ARE HONESTLY SO CUTE TOGETHER!"

"I'm sure it'll be worse when you tell them we're married," Fabian said, only to wince at the sound of screaming through the phone.

[pastafossa]

so i've asked briefcasejuice about this already but i'd also like your take too - since you're part of the daredevil tumblr fandom council and all ...

I'm writing this scene and one of my ocs asks matt if he can handle spicy food and i wanted him to explain this whole thing about pain receptors in his mouth being "sensitive"... and how he hated pineapple because of the bromelain...(the substance that breaks up the protein in your mouth, that's why it's tingly)

and then my oc asks about like regular "body" pain since touch is after all one of the senses of his that have been heightened, and he explains something along the lines of even if the feeling of pain is heightened -- his body isn't actually weaker or more sensitive - so while he gets injured like anyone else he feels the pain of those injuries differently (more). over time he has gotten used to it but its still something he's working on as he hurts himself worse with every fight.

WHAT I'M GETTING AT is that i came to @briefcasejuice about this because they're very knowledgeable about matt stuff and comic matt especially, and they told me it did sound pretty accurate - so now i guess i just want to know -

how do you interpret or view matt's sensibility when it comes to pain - and if it came up in TRT (which maybe it did and i forgot oops?) how would you write it out?

and btw - congrats on the mango thing!! what's next on the fruit discovery journey 🤨 (what else can i be shocked that you didn't try)

Ok first of I love the idea of a Daredevil tumblr fandom council, because now I've got the image of all of us gathered solemnly to talk about DD fandom topics and headcanons like

Second off, ooooh this is a good question. I can't remember if I've ever gotten deep into it in TRT, although it'll probably come up eventually. But I absolutely agree with @briefcasejuice, and with your take on it. This seems right, for a couple reasons, including my own experience with pain.

So a lot of this is based on my own issues (and one of the reasons I relate really strongly to Matt's sense of touch, touch starvation, and pain, and when writing generally include him being comforted and going near comatose beneath gentle touch). Without getting too specific, due to chronic pain and health problems, I experience something called allodynia - "pain due to a stimulus that does not normally provoke pain." Basically, my nerves are all spun up to 11 and even light sensation often reads as pain, regardless of whether I'm actually hurt - Matt's comment about 'cotton feels like sandpaper on my skin'? I get that, cause rough fabric's painful to me (another ex: put icy hot on my skin once, just about clawed it off my arm because I was convinced something had gone wrong and it was burning me). And on bad days, even very soft fabrics or, hell, a breeze, any sensation anywhere I have nerves feel like bits of glass grinding into a burn. Best explanation I have for a really bad day. And we know Matt's sense of touch is heightened. So I often think he feels a lot like me, and how you described it feels right.

Everything hurts more, even if you're not being hurt more, and even if your body's strong enough physically to take whatever's being done. Physically, there's no reason his body can't handle cotton sheets, or a food with acid, and God knows the man can take a punch. Functionally, his body is fine. But his nerves don't act that way. They send way more signals than they need to, and sure, this helps if he's trying to use them to his own advantage, but it also means he's left wide open to a far higher degree of pain from stimuli that most of us would consider more minor (pineapple, in this case) along with the pain we all regularly avoid.

Does he mostly block it out? Yes. Especially on a day to day, to the point where he may actually miss smaller injuries because he's focused on tuning out other, larger pains. I know I do - your brain eventually just goes 'oh new baseline and I still need to live so Imma put everything below it into the background so it doesn't stop us doing what we need to'. I hug people, I touch things that are rough, I use hot water with the dishes, and if I focus on it, I remember that it hurts a bit, but I've learned to tune that out for the most part. Much like me, Matt's dealt with this for years, so while he does what he can (soft sheets, avoiding certain foods, wearing certain types of clothes), he's gotten used to a lot of the day to day stuff he can't avoid, though like you said, as the injuries pile up, it just gets worse and worse as that pain stacks. Some of it might be tempered by surges of adrenaline and endorphins (why I theorize he can fight even when injured - tune it out thanks to all the practice, PLUS fighting so ferociously that his body pumps him up until he can ignore it, at least until he crashes afterwards, and crashes hard), but he's definitely feeling it far, far worse.

So I basically think it's likely, especially when pain is stacking, that he's just made a bunch of calculations for his everyday life on what's worth the pain and what isn't - certain foods? No point. Cotton sheets? No point. There is no benefit, and so he comfortably avoids it, whereas going out to fight he generally always sees as worth it since there's a tangible benefit. Those calculations at least are something we all do every day - we decide the pain of a tattoo or working out or that sour candy is worth it cause it gives us something we like. Matt just takes it up to 11. I can absolutely see him taking something like, say, pineapple - tingly and acidic - and not only feeling pain when eating it but also just literally running the mental math and going, 'yeah not worth it' because he's in enough pain day to day thanks to injuries and other things he can't avoid.

In summary: you're right and I headcanon Matt operates much like someone who's been dealing with allodynia for a while, which means he'd feel more pain from stimuli even if it's not hurting him, so he chooses things in his day-to-day to avoid and then just throws himself into the pain on big things and hopes the endorphins and adrenaline will help him tune it out.

LASTLY THANK YOU ON THE MANGO! I cannot BELIEVE I went so long without knowing how fucking delicious they were. New fruits I haven't tried that are on my list now that I realized I need to find if there are MORE DELICIOUS UNKNOWNS LIKE MANGOS: boysenberries, figs, grapefruit, guava, kumquats, passionfruit, papaya, prickly pears, and satsumas!

[lil-kissy]

Alright I know at this point I probably sound like a broken record but when it comes to threads and replies I'm pretty chill.

Sure quick replies are nice, it's great to be able to just keep on things going and sometimes can help maintain the interest and motivation plus at least for me my ADHD often craves that immediate serotonin boost that comes with seeing a reply so. So waiting is hard I won't deny it,

But that doesn't also mean I don't understand the myriad of reasons that exist and while just like waiting for a package to be delivered being patient isn't easy. I can and will wait till my partner is ready to continue, if ever you see me pop into your IMs I promise it's only out of curiosity as well as wanting to try of course wanting to try and keep some communication with you guys- and obviously even for those I don't necessarily expect an immediate response.

I try to ask before simply throwing an link to an old thread- in case the person already does have it saved and avoid feeling awkward but in either case whether you see me asking 'hey you need/want a link to thread' or I've sent a link to one of our threads that I know I personally wouldn't mind continuing I simply want people to know that there is no pressure to respond to it right away or even at all.

Consider it a personal interest checker and as well as a casual reminder- lord knows I've unintentionally become distracted and forgotten about threads (or talked with friends that hadn't realized or forgotten themselves that the ball was in their court now so to speak)

Of course as always that doesn't mean a reply is mandatory and if whatever the reason interest / motivation ect isn't there and would rather drop the thread as is that's cool.

While I'm more then happy to discuss and see if there's any spark left, any potential in resurrecting an old thread or seeing if there's anything to be used to spring board I don't want any one to think or take that as me trying to force a thread - I simply like at least trying to explore other angles and possibilities but it still doesn't mean we gotta.

-Bonus alternative is if there is still some mutual interest but are both at block on exactly what to do, that's when I'll just suggest shelving it and putting it on the back burner.

So it doesn't have to be completely dropped dead but also allowing for focusing on new things while letting it rest- and basically at that point if it'll either just fade away and die on its own as other stuff takes off or maybe we'll finally reach a break/ find the missing piece to get the gears moving again and boom off we go.

I've had both happen- sometimes even just a change of direction/plan helps,

example: Something that started out as a regular sick/hurt character thread/plot and let's say we came up with potential things to happen but oops a snag was hit on how to continue , maybe it's as simple as well what is Muse A's motivation for doing 'thing' or piecing together a okay why couldn't the do 'thing' or why be at 'place'

or from personal experience- there was a plan/idea but life happened and now we both don't remember what exactly it was, at best remember fragments of ideas but aren't sure of how they fit or what the bigger picture was.

But hey guess what "X just happened in Y thread so what if that connects to muse in Z..."

Does it always work nah and as always sometimes a thread is best left alone and dropped and that's A-okay. And heck just cause the thread itself is dropped doesn't mean we have to leave/drop whatever idea we were working with in it. Take it rework it, hell start the idea completely over, fresh slate with new ideas brought to the table.

Yeah okay so I don't always drop threads easily or like to totally give up on a plot/idea but I also will never try to force one to continue and am totally fine with letting them drop if need be.

--

tl;dr

At the end of the day I can wait as along as needed, just let me know if I actually should be waiting time to try something new and understand that if you ever seem me toss a link to a thread into your IMs / ask about any you want to continue,

Basically picture me holding up a game or a movie and asking if you're (still) interested in playing/watching it, and know whether to continue putting it on- be it now or later- or search for something else. That's it. Nothing more.

[venacoeurva]

(04/06/2023) Okay, I'm calling it, lot of interest--good to know! Here's the full rundown. Make sure to read these. CONTACT ME THROUGH IMS, NOT ASKS.

I will be taking 2 slots for the time being. If work is still slow once I get these done, I will probably take more. These will extend into next week, as this style takes a lot of time, and I do not work on commissions on weekends.

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Fantasy series only (TES, similar series, similar original stuff), I can't guarantee it'll work well with modern fantasy stuff or modern anything. There are also some series I will not draw at all. I'll let you know if you ask for one.

A visual reference for OC/player characters is a MUST, be it drawn, a game screenshot, or a screenshot of their model T-posing in blender, or whatever. Any in-game screenshots need neutral lighting. Not super bright sun, no dark and gloomy. I've gotten ref screenshots like that before and they're very difficult to work off of.

Given the nature of the style, a lot of features are simplified and /or omitted, be prepared for that.

If you want a really specific pose but feel like words can't describe it, feel free to doodle it in mspaint or something to get the idea across, I love that shit

Shipping IS fine! OCxCanon, CanonxCanon, and OCxOC are all good. If I'm not comfortable with a pairing, I'll tell you. Additional characters will add to the cost.

Nudity and suggestive are fine of adult characters, no explicit sexual acts (given the payment system requires you to be 18+ anyway).

Prices will be individually estimated per piece. They will start at $30, more complex pieces with multiple characters will be closer to $70-75.

Payment is via Paypal invoice only, I will need your associated Paypal email to send the invoice to. I do not do paypal. me links. I do not start until you pay in full.

I will have no qualms refunding you and cancelling your commission if you are overly-demanding, trying to force your commission in front of others' to be worked on, keep trying to add new features or tweaks to the piece once I'm working on it, are trying to have uncomfortable conversations with me, suddenly drop a deadline on me, etc.

I can say no to your commission for any reason I deem fit.

Interest check for fantasy (TES, DnD, etc.) commissions in the above style? Work is slow, so I have time—probably about $30-75 or a little more depending on cropping, scenery and context. The simpler style (3rd) (not a doodle page, just the style) would be on the lower cost end. These will be personal only, no commercial use permitted.

vote YES if you would want to order a slot in the very near future, and are willing to/can pay within that range. Also don’t say yes just to be nice, PLEASE don’t do that kind of thing

[clownistyping]

The Neverending Story, chapter 11

Im posting bc im that scared of being stuck in a hole of not posting bc im busy. Also Audrey 2 is worst wingplant

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"What did I do wrong?" Beetlejuice pulled his hair as he sat in the garden room, the large plant beast patted his back with a vine. Beetlejuice looked up at the plant who spoke,��

"Ya fucked up, bud." 

"Oh fuck you." Beetlejuice grumbled and stood up. 

"You're no help anyways." He walked into the living room,it was dark by now. You've been in your room all day, once every 3 to 4 hours he brings food to your door. 

Your stomach definitely takes over and you always take the food, gladly. 

He checked the clock, not the old grandfather clock but just a regular wall clock. It's been an hour since he's given you dinner, walking upstairs he reached your room. Putting his ear against your door he no longer heard your mumbles, instead it was quiet. You're asleep thank God. 

Going back downstairs he waved Audrey goodbye, he needs to talk to someone. Someone who'll understand. 

Shutting the back door he sighs, the doors cracks started to glow green.

"Oh Lydia! Could you come here for a second?" Adam asked as he stood next to his tiny set of his county. Lydia looked up from the couch, and put her book down. 

It's been a year since her marriage and divorce with Beetlejuice, but she's handled it quite well. She's barely changed appearance wise, but she's grown a lot personality wise. 

She's smarter when it comes to the supernatural, still she dabbles in the occult every sunday. 

"What's up?" She asked as she looked at the set, Adam smiled. 

"I'm thinking of making a netherworld set! It'll be a challenge definitely but I'm sure I can do it." Adam pushed his glasses back, "But it'll be fun too!" 

Lydia shook her head "That means you'll be visiting the netherworld more often." Adam nods. 

"That increases your chances of seeing him." Lydia nodded over to a stray bug on the wall. Adam looked over to his wife who sat on a sheet covered chair.  

Barbara stood and smacked the bug with a fly swatter. She shivered afterwards, 

"I'll never understand the appeal of bugs." 

Adam turned back to Lydia, Lydia raised her eyebrows. 

"Well isn't he what, in ghost jail?" Adam said and chuckled and Barbara nodded. 

Lydia opened her mouth to speak but shut it when she noticed smoke coming from the attic door. Right after the smoke came, a green glow. 

"Holy shit." 

The door slammed open and smoke shrouded the figure from behind. Barbara ran over to Adam and he pulled her close, he put his hand out. 

"Lydia come here!" He yelled and a foot slammed down on the wooden floor. Causing one panel to raise and smack his hand away. The smoke dispersed and revealed the depressed green ghost. 

"It's showtime." He whimpered and fell onto his face in tears. 

"Oh." Adam said quietly, Barbara whispered asking if that's really the ghost they met. Lydia with wide eyes stared down at the ghoul. 

Stepping over to him, she nudged him with her foot. He grabbed her ankle and she screamed, 

"Help me!" Beetlejuice said with tears and snot coming out, she cringed and shook his hand off of her. 

"What happened to you!?" Lydia asked pretty loudly to be honest, she squatted next to the undead corpse. 

"I-they-me-we-" he heaved and she sighed. Grabbing his hand, he led him to the couch. The Maitlands followed, watching him wither onto the couch. 

Beetlejuice explained it all in a mess of sobs and snot, 

"And then they found our photo-"

"You still kept that?" Lydia asked and Beetlejuice nodded slowly. 

"I didn't wanna forget you." He whined, Lydia shook her head. 

"Wish I could forget you." She stood and started for the door. Beetlejuice whined and latched onto her waist. 

"Ya can't leave me in my time of distress! I'm a mess!" 

Lydia glared down at the ghost who let her go, 

"Listen Beetlejuice.. I'm not sure how to help you. I mean you really did this to yourself."

Beetlejuice whimpered and looked towards the Maitland's for support. They shook their heads, 

"You shouldn't even be bothering that person! You're nothing but trouble." Barbara scolded, Adam nodded. 

"Ya, plus ya could be lying! Maybe this is some extreme guilt trip to try to get you to somehow marry him again." 

Barbara nodded this time, Beetlejuice shook his head. 

"No! Can't you guys just believe me!?" He begged. 

"L-look! I got proof they exist." He snapped his fingers and suddenly one of the multiple polaroids appeared in his fingers. 

The first one you took, the three looked at the image. Then each other, then the image again. Lydia sighed, 

"How do we know this isn't photoshopped?" 

"Oh I know what that is! It's a computer thingy!" Barbara gushed. 

"Can't ya just believe me?" Beetlejuice asked again his lip out as he made his eyes big. 

Lydia bit her lip, can she believe him? Only one way to find out. 

"Fine..what do you want me to do?" Lydia said and Adam interrupted. Stepping in between Lydia and the ghost. 

"I refuse to let you go anywhere with this thing." He stood his ground, Barbara stood next to Lydia. Holding her close in a tight hug, they really are attached to the girl. 

Beetlejuice sighed and stood up, brushing off his knees of the dust he looked at the trio again. 

"Well..thanks anyways." He mumbled. 

"If ya need me, which I doubt you will, you know how to call me." He turned towards the glowing door, slowly walking towards it. 

The trio felt a wave of guilt wash over them, the first time they've ever seen the ghost that traumatized then for eternity, show true sadness. 

"Beetlejuice..wait." Lydia said, breaking from Barbara's grip. 

"I'll help you." She said, Beetlejuice's face light up but she raised her hand. 

"But only if you promise not to hurt me or try to marry me at all." She looked at the Maitlands, who looked away. 

"And that you bring me back safely." The maitlands looked up and nodded. Lydia smiled and she looked at the ghost who still wore his sharp teeth smile. 

"Oh I knew I could count on you bestie!" 

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[barnesandrogersfanfics]

Unexpected Arrival -5

Pairing: Eventual Bucky x Reader, Possible Steve x Reader

Summary: As if working with the Avengers wasn’t exciting enough…. an unexpected visitor is about to change your life forever.

A/N- If you would like to be tagged in this just drop my ask/message and i will add you ⭐️

Switching off the TV i got out of bed and stretched feeling my body crack in various places, i quickly checked on Evie who was fast asleep in her rocker before grabbing the baby monitor and heading to the kitchen for some tea and something to eat.

"Hey" Bucky says from the sofa startling me, it was nearly 9pm and i thought he'd still be out on his date.

"Hey" i replied quietly as i continued making my tea and grabbing some food.

"Where's Evie?"

"Sleeping in my room"

"You sure she's okay by herself...."

"She's fine" i nodded looking at the baby monitor that had a huge screen showing my sleeping baby girl "take a look for yourself" i pushed it closer to him.

"Did stark make this?"

"Of course!"

It was suddenly so quiet, you could of heard a pin drop!

"So why are you still here? Thought you had a hot date?"

"I never wanted to go on that stupid date. I kept trying to tell Sam that but you know what his like"

"Right"

"I just wanted to be here, spend more time with you and Evie. But you've been locked away in your room for hours"

"Sorry, i feel asleep" i shrugged "then i watched a movie, i didn't know you were still here and i didn't want the team fussing...." i lied, i couldnt tell him that the truth was i had been sitting in my room crying over him!! I finished making my tea and poured out a cup of black coffee for Bucky knowing he would never turn down coffee.

"Here" i gave him a quick smile as i placed the steaming hot mug on the table in front of him. As i turned to go back into the kitchen Bucky reached forward taking my hand stopping me from leaving.

"Hey...."

"What?"

"Are you really okay?"

"Im fine" i nodded forcing a smile, i could already tell by the look on his face he wasnt buying it.

"Come here" he pulled me down next to him pulling me into his side so that i was curled up against his chest "you know you can talk to me"

"You sound like Steve" i mumbled rolling my eyes.

"Steve? When did you talk to Steve?"

"Earlier, he came by to check on me"

"Oh"

"He heard me crying and let himself in i didn't invite him in"

"Crying? Why were you crying?" He asked looking down at me with worried eyes.

"Im just hormonal, I'm literally crying at everything. Im a mess right now...."

"Thats understandable after what you've been through doll, it'll get better soon. Its not even been 24 hrs yet"

"Yeah i know" i nodded in agreement giving him a small smile.

"That why you got pissy about the whole date thing?" He suddenly asked making my heart start to race.

"Honestly? I don't know.... part of me was angry that you'd even consider going on that date when i had just given birth to your daughter. Then you said you felt like you need to be here, i wanted you to want to be here for her. I don't want to feel like me and Evie are ruining your life"

"What?? Y/N how could you ever think you and Evie ruin my life??" He looked down at me like i was crazy "You have given me the best thing I've ever had in my life. I know we didn't plan for this to happen but, I'm happy it did. And I'm glad that it was with you"

My head fell against his chest in an attempt to hide the fact i was crying again!!

"Doll..... are you crying?"

"Yes okay! I cant help it!" I moaned then we both started laughing at what a mess i was.

"I should get back to Evie, i don't want to leave her alone for too long" i said finally pulling myself out of Bucky's arms.

"Can i come and say goodnight? Is that okay?"

"Of course it is, you don't need permission Buck" i smiled at him before grabbing my tea and some chips and heading back to my room.

Evie was just waking up and starting to cry when we walked into my room, Bucky was straight over there lifting her into his arms.

"There's my girl" he cooed quietly, he loved her so much already it was clear from the way he looked at her, Evie instantly curled up against his neck and started falling asleep again.

"Come and sit down with her Buck, you cant stand there all night" i nodded to the empty side of the bed. He nodded before walking over and sitting next to me, as he got comfy i started a movie on Netflix and opened my chips leaving the bag between us so he could have some if he wanted.

"If i fall asleep wake me up at 3am for her feed" i said to Bucky like it was something we did all the time.

"Sure doll" he smiled down at me before his eyes focused back on the TV.

Bucky woke me up at 3am as promised for Evie's feed, I don't even remember much of it to be honest, i felt like a zombie most of the time since having her. It became a regular thing over the next couple of days, Bucky would stay in my room with us and wake me up when it was time to feed Evie then we'd wake up cuddled up with Evie sleeping in her basket at the side of the bed. I could almost fool myself into thinking we more than two friends who had a baby together.

Waking up this morning i found myself alone in bed and Evie's basket empty, Bucky would probably be out in the common room with her letting me get some more rest. As i sat up i felt the front on my top was wet and looked down to see my breasts had been leaking!

"Really....this is just fantastic!" I groaned throwing back the covers and getting up, my breasts were hurting and feeling so full i could cry! I grabbed Bucky's hoodie that was on the back of my chair and went off to find Evie.  When i got to the common room Bucky was sat alone reading on the sofa, i looked around but there was no sign of Evie.

"Buck, where's Evie??" I asked needing to know where my baby was.

"Steve and Nat have taken her for a walk outside, trying the new stroller Tony made"

"Shit..." i muttered shifting uncomfortably "okay" i nodded before quickly heading to the room next to mine that was currently being decorated for Evie's nursery. I started rummaging through the many boxes looking for what i needed, i remember seeing one here somewhere!!

"Doll, what are you doing?" Bucky asked from the doorway, i turned to see him casually leaning against the door frame watching me.

"Looking for something....."

"What? If you tell me i can help you"

"I need the breast pump.... like now!"

"Why? Are you okay...."

"This is why!" I quickly opened the hoodie showing him my wet top, Bucky's eyes went wide and he actually blushed a little.

"i cant wait for them to bring Evie back, it hurts too much! I need to do this now"

"Okay, go wait in the bedroom i'll find it"

When i heard Bucky come back a couple minutes later i had already shed my wet top and was standing in sweatpants and my lilac nursing bra Nat had gone out to buy me.

"Shit sorry! I should have knocked" Bucky mumbled turning around quickly.

"Come on Buck its not like you haven't seen me in less" i rolled my eyes at him reaching for the box in his hand.

"My god how does this thing even work!!" I yelled getting frustrated with the damn thing.

"Let me see, just try and calm down" he said taking the pump and reading the instructions.

"I have no idea.... this is talking about nipple sizes!" Bucky said looking horrified shaking his head at me.

"Having this baby has left me with no dignity at all! pass me one of those bottles..." i pointed at one of the bottles that attaches to the pump "Bruce and Tony have literally seen everything! And now this!" I said taking the bottle from Bucky and turning my back to him while i unclasped the cup of my bra.

"Ow ow ow!" I cried as i tried to put pressure around my nipple "this is ridiculous!" My head dropped as i started crying at how hopeless i felt.

"Hey come on now, you can do this" Bucky said from behind me, i hadn't even noticed he was that close until i felt his chest against my back, his hands resting on my stomach.

"Do you want me to.... i could try and...."

"Im already humiliated Buck" i shook my head at him. I rested my head back against his chest and closed my eyes trying to calm myself down. When i felt Bucky's hands slowly moving up from my stomach to cup my breasts my eyes flew open, my heart racing.

"Bucky...."

"Shhh just relax" he whispered as his hands started to massage my breasts.... god he was good with his hands! I let my eyes fall closed again as i felt myself relaxing.

"You feeling okay?" He mumbled close to my ear.

"Yeah it feels better actually" i replied opening my eyes, i looked down to see Bucky holding the bottle in his metal hand whilst his right continued putting pressure in all the right places on my breast.....The bottle already filling slowly.

"This is so embarrassing..... i feel like a cow!" I moaned, Bucky just chuckled and kissed the side of my head "Thank you" i said quietly, as embarrassed as i was right now i was so grateful that he had helped me with this.

"No problem doll".

"You know this is a good thing, i get to help feed Evie now!" Bucky called through to me while i was in the bathroom cleaning up and getting in fresh clothes.

"I'll try and work that thing out so i can express too. That way you can feed her more"

"Thanks" he beamed at me at i came back out into the bedroom "you feeling okay now?"

"Yeah I'm good" i smiled "embarrassed but I'm okay"

Bucky pulled me into his arms and held me tight, his hands gently rubbing up and down my back.

"You have nothing to be embarrassed about sweetheart" he mumbled "we make a pretty good team you and me"

"Yeah we do. We always did though, thats how we got here Buck" i laughed thinking back to that mission in Alaska, we had been paired for that mission for that exact reason.

"Thats right, Steve said we were perfect for the job because we worked well together..... maybe we worked together a little too well" he said putting his arm around my shoulders "I mean, what are the chances that the one time i get you into bed i get you pregnant!"

"Must be those damn super sperm of yours!" I rolled my eyes at him.

"Must be" he chuckled "come on lets go find our girl".

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[chaoskingofplatypus]

A conversation I saw on Reddit about Billy Hargrove and his psychopathic tendencies.

Names are made up for obvious reasons

(Catlover)

Billy checks the signs of being more than a victim of abuse who expresses themselves with violence. He never shows regrets about what he did. He also shows no empathy for his victims, doesn't seem to know when to stop, is manipulative, narcissistic, targets a minority group, etc. THESE ARE SIGNS OF PSYCHOPATHY!

He's not a clueless bully, he's a borderline psychopath. A violent, racist and misogynistic one at that. He committed a hate crime toward a black kid. He also almost killed a classmate and abused his younger stepsister. He targets children! We're not talking about a teen who punches walls and secretly longs to better themselves

So yeah, he deserves the hate. That's the damn point of his character. He's just not a cartoonish one-dimensional villain. Hurray!

(Byotch)

thats the point im making he's not a cartoonish one dimensional villian. he's a fucked up a-hole who violence is rooted in the abuse he recives from his father. would billy be a bully if he father was loving and kind? some abuse victims overcome thier abuse, some abuse victims because the thing the hate, an abuser. im not excusing billy's behavior, the causality for it is abuse. he father was violent to him then he goes and tries to beat the crap out of steve, why? because he cant beat up his father. he was racist about lucas, why? is his father racist too?

thats the point im making. its not black and white.

(Catlover)

But my point is that he's not a regular abused victim who uses violence as a coping mechanism. He's a psychopath. And sure, we can say that it's the results of his environment. But then look at El.

El was an abused victim who was severely punished when she misbehaved. Yet even when she lived with Brenner, she still showed morals and empathy. For example, when she refused to perform acts of cruelty like killing that cat. She also later showed regrets, understood the consequences of her actions, feared for her friends, etc. The way she was raised should have turned her into some emotionless monster, but it didn't.

This show has multiple characters who are abuse victims or survivors and none of them but Billy turned into racist and violent psychopaths who hurt innocents. Billy's abusive and bigoted father made things worse, for sure, but I personally don't buy that Billy would have been a decent person if he had been raised with kindness instead.

(Byotch)

some abuse victims turn out fine. some abuse victims become abusers themselves. do you not get that?

billy is a violent abuser because his father is a violent abuser. you cant just throw around the word psychopath just because you don't like a tv character.

(AverageDogEnjoyer)

Well, you can read "Runaway Max", the book is about Max POV of the events of season 2 with a lot of insight into her home life in Hawkins and back in California and her relationship with Billy. Billy is shown as a full fledged psychopath: burns dead animals, almost ripped out an arm of Max's friend back in California, isolated her by scaring off all her other friends, and all sorts of delightful things and mistreatments that paint him as an indivdual that didn't have the opportunity to kill someone... yet. To the point that the first person Max saw trying to put a limit to him was Steve.

Bottom line is that no amount of nurture or psycho analysis can change a psychopath, it'll only make them more functional to society but their actions will always show their lack of remorse or compassion.

So, in this case it doesn't matter the abuse he received, it only made him a dangerous psychopath instead of the charming one we saw with Karen, or when he feeds off the attention of women.

(CatLover)

Being an abused victim is not mutually exclusive with being a terrible person. Sometimes, terrible things happen to terrible people. An abused person can be a bad person. They don't deserve to be abused, absolutely, but that doesn't mean that they are a decent person. What's not clicking?

I threw around the word "psychopath" because Billy shows well-known signs of it. The lack of remorse: you don't see him regretting his bad actions. The manipulation and lying: that scene with Mrs Wheeler. The lack of limits: when he fought with Steve and wanted to run over the kids, he had to be physically stopped. The narcissism: he sure loves himself and loves to be admired. The pleasure to see others suffering: he takes pleasure in tormenting Max. Etc.

That was who Billy was in season 2. If he was a real person, I would probably be more careful with my words, but it's a fictional character so I don't care. His behavior is concerning at best.

So I think it's bs to use the "well, he's abused and his dad!" excuse when we talk about the fact that he, for example, committed a damn hate crime against a child. He didn't punch someone who pissed him off. He premeditately hunted down an innocent black kid (how the hell did he even know Lucas' last name and where he lived?) and assaulted him in front of his stepsister to mess up with her. That's not just an abused person who becomes abuser imo. That goes beyond that.

(AverageDogEnjoyer)

Agree! I don't understand this either. What they showed of him in season 2 is enough to see the type of human Billy is. Add to that a whole book showing how f***ed up he was in the past. I suppose is because people find Dacre's features attractive and they dont want Billy to be the bad guy to feel less guilty for thinking he´s hot? Reminds me of that situation with that other Netflix show with the guy from Gossip Girl where the people had a hard time understanding his character was a dangerous creep.

(CatLover)

Yep. I feel like he wouldn't have that much sympathy if he wasn't good looking.

And lol that show. Even the actor himself was like "hmm... No. My character is genuinely awful. Please stop" when people defended him on Twitter.

(Byotch)

i repeat my previous statement

his violent tendencies come from his violent father.

also even tho in this case were talking about a fictional character this statement "Being an abused victim is not mutually exclusive with being a terrible person" is not something you should say out loud.

(CatLover)

his violent tendencies come from his violent father.

Yes I know. And? The rest is Billy. Taking his anger and using that violence on innocent kids is him. Tormenting his stepsister is him. Targetting and hunting down a child to beat him up is him! The lack of remorse or care for others is him! At what point does that guy, who shows concerning behavior at best, get accountable for his actions?

Also, tragic things can happen to bad people. Do they deserve it? No. Should they get help? Sure. But that doesn't make them worthy of redemption. Just like being blessed with a fantastic life doesn't mean you're a good person who "deserves" it. That's a reality. Life's a bitch.

We'll just agree to disagree.

(AverageDogEnjoyer)

Yeah, ask any psychiatrist/psychologist about a person lacking remorse and empathy. I think the person you're replying to is blindly defending a favorite character or is relating to this character because of someone in real life. How we act is always a choice, the consequences our responsibility. We cannot blame anyone else for our actions.

Billy is always blaming Max for his predicament. Not only that, but he takes it out on her.

(CatLover)

Right. We can't blame his abusive father or the fact that he doesn't know any better for everything. He's an 18-year-old guy, not a toddler. He should be capable of at least thinking "maybe I should not" or "wow I really shouldn't have", especially when it comes to committing violent acts against children. Since he can't, that's concerning.

We'll see what S3 has in store for him but as for S2, yikes...

[gamergirl-incest]

p3:

when i wake up her cock is still rock hard inside of me. i dont know how long i slept. my head doesn't hurt, which it would if i was out for a long time, since i already slept pretty well at night and sleeping to long does give me headaches. mom's still out cold. i guess she was up earlier than me. which probably means she didn't sleep all that well. so it makes sense she's napping well

not wanting to disturb her i just rest my head on her again and wrap my arms around her. it'll be a bit boring just sitting like this but it feels nice enough that i dont mind. having my arms around her, still being naked, being filled by her ginormous cock, it's all very comfy.

i lay there like that for a good while before i feel her grip on my ass tighten and she pushes her dick into me a little. i cant tell if she's doing this in her sleep or if she's very sleepily awake but i am sure that im gonna give her what she wants. i start riding her again, this time more horizontally, as in her sleep she drifted down the couch a little and is now slouching more than sitting.

im still full of her cum from earlier. tho now it's a lot less sticky and it seems to have dripped down her cock a lot, some having even leaked onto her crotch and balls. it makes for amazing lube and makes her cock feel even better sliding in and out of me. in this position it's much easier to make bigger slower movements, which feels right for the situation. and im starting to get more used to having her all the way inside me. or maybe im just stretched out from how long she's been in me. either way makes her less difficult to take now.

while thinking this to myself i hear her making the type of noises that someone makes when being woken up.

"oh! hi mom 💖did you nap well?"

"( -_-) huh? you riding me again? sweetie come on"

"well you started humping me. i guess in your sleep? i just figured you wanted me to"

"ohhh. well i mmmmmhng. you feel good sweetheart. tho i really wish you didn't"

"oh come on mom. cant you just let yourself enjoy me?"

"i. i guess i am"

"im glad. just let me make you cum again. i cant wait to feel that wet feeling of you filling me up with cum again"

"you really like this that much sweetie?"

"mom you feel great inside my pussy. i wouldn't've asked for this if it was something i wouldn't like. and now that it turns out it feels even better for you i love it even more"

"just try not to make a habit out of it"

"as if you wouldn't love that. for this to be a regular thing from now on"

"i really wouldn't"

"keep telling yourself that"

"ahhh! sweetie im close! keep going"

"i was planning to💖"

mom grabs my ass and starts ramming into me. she's frantic and her movements dont line up with mine at all. i stop moving and let her slam into me freely. it doesn't take long for her to start cumming inside me again. this time it actually feels like one load. whereas the other 2 times felt like she was pumping multiple orgasms into me. tho it's still a considerable amount.

"thank you sweetheart. i guess"

"you're welcome mom ❤️ any time!"

"no"

"definitely!"

"we're not doing this again"

hey can i lick all the cum off your dick?"

"oh that's gonna be a mess to clean up isn't it?😑"

"im taking that as a yes!"

"i-. fine. what's the point of stopping you now?"

"that's the spirit!"

"mooooom, can we have sex?"

"what? no. of course not"

"c'mooooon. im old enough. i wanna know what it's like"

"you're just infatuated with the concept cuz you started having sex ed classes. you wouldn't even enjoy it. it only starts to feel good when you're older. the body parts that feel good during sex haven't even developed for you yet"

"i just think it'd feel nice to be filled. come on. can you at least put your dick in me? you dont have to move around. just fill me. pleeeeeeeease?"

"no"

"pleeease! why not? it'd make me really happy. just put it in, let me feel it for a bit, and take it out. it's not a big deal"

"are you gonna be stubborn about this?"

"yes"

"i cant believe you're convincing me to do this"

[greensungnostic]

(Grand)father's day

Well, it's Sunday. You promised the old man you'd come for a visit, have a special little father's day with him. It'll be nice, spending time with him outside of his study. You start things off by shuffling sleepily down to the kitchen, rubbing sleep from your eyes as you start up the stove. In a cast iron skillet, you lay down a few slices of thick bacon, a few rolls of sausage, and once they're starting to sizzle and fill the pan with a cheerfully popping sizzle, you crack a few eggs in the to fry in the fat. Next you add some tomato, a few mushrooms, and a strip of black pudding all together, two servings sizzling merrily away in the large pan. You pop a few slices of bread in the toaster, put on a pot of beans to cook, then put the kettle on while you wait for it all to cook up. A Full English Breakfast, his favourite. Once it's all nice and ready, you butter the toast, cut it into triangles, and plate everything up. With a newspaper tucked under your arm, you gather the pair of plates up, floating your teacups along behind you with your powers. You ascend to the second floor on foot, lightly tapping at it with your toeclaws to announce your presence. You call through the door -

grandpa! its fathers day! i brought you your favourite! breakfast in the study!

You finagle his doorknob with your hands full, using your elbow to twist it just enough to pop the latch and enter into the dim, musty room once more. He's here of course, staring long and thoughtful into the fireplace once more, which flares into life when you approach. He never seems to get tired of that trick! You set the plates down at the desk, pulling up the stiff side chair to face it.

oh come on i know you are busy but it is your fathers day breakfast, at least come over here!

He makes no moves from his firewatching vigil, so you roll your eyes and push him over there directly, leaving him standing behind his desk, looking at the pleasant tendrils of fragrant steam rising from his plate. He doesn't sit - never has been one to sit for anything but the fanciest meals. But you do sit, tucking into the hearty meal with a soft smile on your face. You don't go to the trouble of a Full English very often, but it is good. You can see why it's his favourite. He doesn't seem very hungry - he scarcely seems to want to touch it - but you can tell from the twinkle in his eye that he appreciates it all the same.

are you gonna finish that bacon and sausage? no? okay thank you grandpa! hehehe, i know, you dont want to mess up your mustache. it looks very nice today! so sharp, so smart!

You snag his uneaten meats, munching them up, as well as one of his little mushrooms. While you eat, you figure he'd like to hear any new news. You were just here the other day so there's not a ton new, but you can touch on it all the same. It's sweet of him to take interest in his granddaughter's life, after all! You look up at the old man in his Stout Dignity, offering a small smile while you speak.

hmm? no nothing super exciting has happened this week, honestly. just did some more gardening and stuff, you know i love to do that! yes grandpa i make sure im armed. no i dont think every earthworm has a chance to grow - yes i read dune, those dont actually exist or if they do the worms in my soil are not precursors to sandworms!! pffft!

How silly of him, to even think that your garden worms could become shai-hulud.

other than that, ive mostly just been playing this game with some friends! no like an online one! it is called mine craft and it has you... well, mine ores and craft things out of them! theres lots of adventure, monsters to fight, and more! yes im well armed ive got a magic bow and sword! i might be one of the better strife combatants on the server honestly. i run around on a horse named hubble, exploring for resources and building tunnels and quarries and supplying people with stuff! its really fun, id only ever played it alone before recently. you might not like it though, theres no guns! just bows and crossbows. maybe some could be modded in though! or shoot fireworks at people!

He seems interested, though a dourness seems to befall him when he hears there's no firearms. Maybe it's not a good idea, he'd probably kill all the cute non dog animals. At least he seems tickled by your horse's name. Always naming things for scientists, it's the Harley way. You put your fork and knife down, stacking his half full plate atop your empty one to do away with them both - a quick zap of dishes into the sink. You down your tea, then do the same with the cup. You rise up, looking up at the towering old gentleman.

so tonight is a werewolf night so i dont have aaaaalll night unless you really wanna see me go full furry and cavort around like a loon, but i thought you might want to spend some time together outside today? i set up a little shooting range so i can show you my marksmanship! wanna go see how im doing? im on my sixth prestige level on riflekind so you could say im pretty good!

Grandpa doesn't seem averse to the idea. He always wants to make sure you're well armed, well prepared, so showing your prowess is likely to be a good activity! You loop your arms around one of his, green lightning dancing around the two of you before the scene suddenly shifts to a spot outside in the fields. The fruits of your gardening labour, both figurative and literal, sprawl out in all directions to the edges of the ship. The Breeze ruffles through your hair and the looser bits of Grandpa's expeditionary outfit, the smell of flowers and vegetation in the air. Dotted here and there, you've set up little dummy copies of monsters - a papier mâché ogre here, a clay swarm of imps, little rudimentary robotic underlings bobbing and weaving as targets. You can tell Grandpa is surveying the targets, his grip on the Blunderbuss tight. But they're not his to destroy, they're yours. You draw out a stopwatch, taking a deep breath to steady yourself. It's quite a stressor, showing off your skills to your Grandfather. Okay, you're ready. You click the starter....

Strife.

Your spring into action, your GIRL’S BEST FRIEND deploying from within your specibus and into your hands. You fire a volley of pinpoint-accurate shots into a swath of imps, each one perfectly removing the heads in a spray of fine dust. You YOUTHROLL as if avoiding a barrage of attacks, stopping on a knee to switch to the GREEN SUN STREETSWEEPER and eviscerate a mechanical lich. You swap through your rifles one by one, blasting apart the targets you've set up, each shot dead in the middle of the bullseyes painted on them. You slide, you run up a tree and jump off to shoot upside down in midair, you rifle butt a basilisk. For a grand finale you light the papier mâché ogre ablaze with a green sun flamethrower to soften it up, then swap to your LITTLE BUSTER guitar-rifle to first ventilate it, then pummel it into cinders with the base of the instrument. You let out a little cheer and stop the stopwatch, dancing on the spot in celebration. You check the timer. 1:34.62. Just over a minute and a half, not bad. You bound back over to Grandpa, a big grin and a light sheen of sweat on your face. You gesture out over the dust of your destruction, other small bots already scurrying out to collect the destroyed targets, the spent casings.

voila!! howd i do grandpa?? not a bad time for all those baddies, if i do say so myself! do you like the bass guitar? it shoots .45s and also grenades from the headstock and its good for bashing with too! it dual-classes as an axekind weapon too, haha... i converted it from a regular old classic rickenbacker myself!

You hold up the LITTLE BUSTER for his perusal. He looks on with what feels like an air of appraisal, as if inspecting your craftsmanship. You stay quiet for a long moment to just let him see, before he seems satisfied. A glint of approval, what might be interpreted as a smile behind your grandfather's dense moustache. He's never been good at praise, but you can tell he's proud.

haha, thank you for coming out and watching, grampa. it means a lot to get to show you that, and all this too! do you like how the gardenship looks? ive been up to my eyebrows in dirt making it all cute! look over there, you can see rip van maple, just growing and growing! technically its only a few years old but the growth acceleration puts it at like three hundred!

You spend the next hour or so pointing out nearby points of interest, talking about the care and maintenance and upkeep of your garden, your robots, even the dogs. As if conjured by the utterance of his name, Becquerel appears, curling up at his master's feet like he's prone to. You scratch between your direwolf sized hound's ears and sit down against him, still quietly talking to grandpa.

so how has work been going in there, grandpa? oh, right i know, business trade secrets, cant discuss them! still i hope you are not working too hard in there. you always seem so lost in thought... maybe looking out the window once in a while instead of into the fireplace would give a fresh perspective! shhh i know it is the favorite spot but still! you might even see me running around from in there, haha...

You sigh, looking up at the imposing figure above you. The wind rustles his mustache, and he stalwartly gazes off into the middle difference. Maybe, he seems to think. Maybe he'll try it out. You can tell he must be getting tired though, time to get back to work. You lightly grasp his shirt hem, and Bec returns all three of you to the study. This time his perch does seem to be near the window, overlooking the grape vines and the little bench you built for Rose, just offset from the pane to spare himself the excess light and the ominous silhouette in the window. You pull a little box from your sylladex, a gift for your beloved Grandpa. You can tell he's too lost in thought to pluck at all the lavish ribbons and paper you've wrapped it in, so you unbox it for him. Within he finds a few Artifacts - the skull of a monster that you put onto his mantlepiece immediately; a bottle of his theoretically favourite Cognac, which you put on a shelf next to a few similar bottles of brown alcohol. Clink. And last but not least, a loud Hawaiian shirt with a computer woven into the threads. It's bright, it's garish, it's absolutely nobody's style. You set this neatly folded on his desk, where he can deal with it at his leisure.

okay grandpa, i know you gotta work... thank you for coming out with me today! it was nice to spend time with you... ill come visit again soon, okay? i love you soooooo much grandpa!! happy fathers and grandfathers day!!

You hesitate, then scurry over and hug the old man, clinging tight to his sturdy frame. A single tear runs down your cheek and musses his khaki attire, but it's only a small watermark. You gaze up at the lofty gentleman, ears angled backwards for a moment, wishing he'd return your affection now and then. But it's alright. It's tough for old men full of machismo to show their love. You know he cares from the wistful look in his eyes. You hold onto his hand for a moment, squeezing gently, then depart. As you go, you hear the soft chime of a wardrobifier, perhaps triggered by the teardrop. You look back, and he's wearing the shirt you got him. With a soft smile you slip from his study and close the door behind you, murmuring one more time -

happy fathers day, to a wonderful grampa...

[qwedfas]

Hey FAM. My body is so annoying, I eat hardly anything, am healthy and exercise, but still look fat. Honestly Im happy w how I look, bcuz I know it'll go away when I exercise, but my friends and parents call my fat and it hurts. im not even close to being overweight, but I literally eat one thing (eg. Orange) and my stomach is instantly fat. All my fat sits in rlly stupid places. It's srsly annoying watching all these Asians with fast metabolisms (don't mean to be racist) eat so much unhealthy f

Hi there!

Sorry for the late reply!

First of all you mentioned, you eat hardly anything? Just want you to remember that this is not always the best way to keep healthy. You need to eat. Just not a lot of junk food. You need the energy to sustain you through the day, so please don’t stop yourself from eating. Regular exercise is good. It sounds to me, as though you’re keeping a healthy lifestyle. You need to keep in mind though that beauty is undefined and comes in many sizes, shapes and forms.

If your friends and families are saying things that are hurting you, I suggest being honest with them and tell them that whatever they are saying has a serious, negative impact on you and asking them to stop. I’m sure that those that love you will understand and take consideration of your feelings.

On the other hand, we can’t always stop negative comments directed at us through our life, whether it’s from strangers or your family. Certainly they can be hurtful but it’s how we perceive these comments and allow them to impact us that result in a negative frame of mind - be confident in yourself, understand that you are fine the way you are and then while you may acknowledge the comments, you know that they cannot hurt you because how can they when you can love who you are?

Something else I would like to share is something that I realised only recently on myself: people can sometimes have an distorted vision of their body and perceive some inconspicuous part of their body as a serious defect. Not saying that you necessarily have this problem, but maybe that problem you think you have with your stomach is not actually that bad.

Love,

FAM xx