#i would never use the second one to defend a woman just bc i think she’s hot

[minlicious]

the only two ways i defend a character’s questionable actions are 1) writing a whole ass essay or 2) saying “damn, they were just in a silly goofy mood, god forbid people have hobbies”. there is nothing in between.

[blackpilljesus]

You don't identify yourself as rad fem or feminist? Why? Also why don't you prominently post about men and misogyny?

Interesting ask, I knew someone would ask me about this eventually.

I'll answer the first question in a separate post but for the second question it's a few things even though I do speak about misogyny & maIes. For starters everyone already does that. I dont have much to say that someone else wont have already said; if you notice most of my blogs here are reblogs. Besides, as I've said (& shown) many times, everyone is aware about these things - at least the basics & enough to know it's a significant threat - they just dont care because they benefit from it. Just like how maIes pretend to not know, many women also pretend to be unaware & also pretend to be more righteous when many of them aid & enable maIe evil. Many women advocate for things against women as a collectives best interest bc they're only thinking for themselves but when it blows up in their faces they run to what they protested so it's not naivety. Better for another woman to be thrown to the dogs than them, they get to higher positions by stepping on other women. Like yeah yeah oppression & all but it doesn't make their actions less fucked up & free from being criticised.

Also, I've spoken extensively about moids & misogyny on other platforms and generally speaking I'm tired and over it. I'm done worrying about things out of my control. I'm over seeing the same reptitive points about maIe evil discussed & witnessed only for those complaining to go back to happily fucking & birthing maIes. No amount of talking about maIe evil + misogyny to most women will change things bc in the end moids will get away with their evil & women will still defend, love + reproduce them anyways. Writing endless posts on maIes & misogyny becomes redundant & counterproductive if there's no way forward which is common. Idc anymore because most women dont care & I've seen the lengths women will go to sabotage other women. The typical excuse for many women is that they dont know or need to "unlearn" internal misogyny but even with women that do know, women that have read many feminist books, done the VoLuNtEeRiNg, seen the stats & news of moid violence, etc - they still love, empathise with, defend, and happily birth moids. The women that complain & pull this "we're all in it together" crap just got screwed over by their nigels and will drop everything for another nigel they find anyways & I'm done with being used + wasting my time. I saw a tiktok of a woman talking about how soldiers brutally raped girls to the point their pelvises were shattered & many of the girls died from injuries yet she talks about how she + other women still love moids & believe they can change. She also mentioned the andrea dworkin quote about knifes towards the end "I don’t believe rape is inevitable or natural. If I did, I would have no reason to be here. If I did, my political practice would be different than it is. Have you ever wondered why we [women] are not just in armed combat against you? It’s not because there’s a shortage of kitchen knives in this country. It is because we believe in your humanity, against all the evidence". It's not women being "too empathetic" it's pathetic. Oh and this "excess empathy" is never given to other women & girls. Many of these women will rip you apart for much less.

Ironically, most of the loudest voices against maIes + misogyny are maIe lovers & apologists. They have a maIe partner or are looking for one. They speak endlessly on misogyny & go round in circles with the same talking points and endless articles of maIe violence with an interest to "change" maIes bc they love them. Despite everything they say about maIes you're public enemy #1 if you talk about having spaces or life without them. Reminds me of the below.

This ask mostly hits the nail on the head bc this is what I felt when I first left feminism. I used to be a huge fact fem on Instagram years ago until I realised it wasn't worth it. Didn't matter how many stats, stories, and arguments I pulled. Maturing, especially as a single childfree woman is realising that all this shit goes beyond witty one-liners & "gotchas" pulled.

To be clear, I dont think its bad to talk about these things; some people do need that wakeup call and it helped me years back & i'll likely make more posts on moids & misogyny in the future but instead of just constantly reinventing the wheel (which I'm also guilty of tbh); the wheel needs to be used to move forward. However realistically I dont think feminism will do that so I see it as a stepping stone instead.

However, it's also not that necessary anymore because maIes are peaking women more than any feminist text would. Very slowly but a lot of women are waking up to just how disgustingly maIes think of + treat women due to the internet. So while that's happening I'd rather focus on what's next.

[elysianymph]

i’m curious about the walburga defender!! (like genuinely not like a gotcha thing) because i see most people hate her and whatnot so i wanna know more about how you see her

ooooooh thank you for giving me a reason to talk about this 🤭🤭 this is gonna be really long bc i gotta talk about the entire black family if i wanna explain this properly and it differs a lot from how the majority of the fandom views them

i used to be one of those people that didn't really care for walburga, like i just didn't think of her at all. i thought the idea that the fandom had of her was a little weird bc they seemed to be putting all of the abusive traits onto her and completely ignoring orion in the black family dynamic. all i saw was walburga being portrayed as the only abusive one between the two of them, the crazy mother using the criciatus curse on her children and it left a really bitter taste in my mouth

bc then again, the wizarding world is very patriarchal and orion would've had the last word no matter what walburga would say or do. so even if walburga was the only outright abusive one orion would've been at least silently supporting it, if not actively engaging in that abuse alongside her.

in my head the family was very divided bc walburga and orion didn't like each other at all. walburga used to be a very loud and outspoken as a child, she was raised to believe she was better than everyone else because of her blood and she acted like it. then when she got older, her family pushed her away to be silent and obedient, to fall in the shadows of her younger brothers bc at the end of the day she was a woman. she couldn't be the heir, all she was useful for was marriage. her and orion's marriage was arranged obviously and she absolutely despised him bc she thought he was weak (and he was if we're talking about magic) and undeserving as the heir of such a noble house. in a similar fashion orion hated her because he thought she was crazy, too independent and sure of herself when she should be obedient

because of this animosity between them, when sirius was born walburga immediately took sirius under her wing to make sure he was raised 'right'. she thought orion would only mess him up. she saw potential in sirius because of how powerful he was even as a child, she was satisfied with him and thought he would make the perfect heir. she saw a side of herself reflected in him, the wildness and freedom of her younger self lived inside sirius and because of that she almost had a soft spot for him. she let him have a lot more freedom than she did and orion saw this as a bad thing, he knew sirius would take and take until walburga realized she had made a mistake but by then it would be too late (and to his credit, he was right)

because walburga had taken to raising sirius and was proud of the progress he was making, she kinda left regulus behind. he was less talented, less powerful, naturally quieter than sirius and she saw all of those as weaknesses. orion saw it as an opportunity to raise a child in the way he wanted without walburga getting in the way so he basically raised regulus to be his perfect son and manipulated him so he would be easier to control.

a lot of my view of walburga is dependent on the relationship between her and sirius specifically bc i see them as broken mirrors of each other. sirius was everything walburga could've been (free) and walburga was everything sirius could become (cold and cruel). the world wasn't kind to walburga, she was pushed aside as a child and forced into a toxic marriage that she had never wanted but sirius was a little light in her life and in his early childhood she genuinely cared for and loved him. she never stopped loving him even as he grew and broke free of the clutches of his family. to an extent the love was conditional because that was all walburga had ever known but i don't doubt for a second that sirius leaving hadn't broken her heart.

i truly believe she had mourned for him when he left because that was the biggest loss for her. the son that she had single handedly raised had left and now the house was left with an unworthy heir. that's specifically why she had pushed regulus into taking on the dark mark even though he was so young. she needed him to amount to something, to do what sirius couldn't even though she knew regulus couldn't measure up to the greatness that was lost. in a way she was resentful of sirius because deep down she wished she had been able to do what he had done, to run away and break free, but it was far too late for her.

losing regulus was the last straw for her, all hope for the house was lost. losing orion was almost a relief, she could finally breathe without him there. finding out sirius was sent to azkaban was heartbreaking because she knew what sirius was like, she knew he would've never done it. she went to visit him, still wearing her mourning robes and not even knowing for which son she was wearing them, but he wasn't there when she arrived. she had cried then, begged for sirius to come out so she could see him but it went unanswered.

she died resentful and lonely, losing her mind after everything she had dedicated her life to had been destroyed.

in my head she's just a product of her circumstances, unable to escape the cycle because she was given no opportunities. i don't think people realize how lucky sirius was that the stars literally aligned for him to be able to escape and live (somewhat) normally (for a couple years at least 💀)

[philomaela]

Thinking about The Take, which was a miniseries that tbh was overall pretty well done. I think in a weird way it suffers from trying to trim down its source material, despite the fact that its source material is very very repetitive. Despite the fact that the overall series is better and more consistent than the book it was adapting... I still dislike a lot of individual changes from the book compared to the show. I also think where it did make good changes... it didn't go far enough.

I mean, just first off... I do dislike how it "reduced" the relationship and simplified the interactions between the two couples. Jimmy has basically no feelings about Jackie, which I get since the things he dislikes about her are largely removed from the material, but they could have replaced it with something. Also, I get wanting to make Jackie more... "likeable" I guess you could say? Maybe less outrageous is a better word, since you know Freddie is already so outrageous. But one thing I liked in the book was how Jackie and Maggie's relationship mirrored (though less severely) Freddie and Jimmy. Jackie and Freddie lash out at their younger, sleeker counterparts out of jealousy. They kind of minimize it for Jackie to giving somewhat snide comments here and there until the blow up about Little Jimmy which makes the confrontation feel strange.

I also think... they did handle the abuse Jackie goes through respectfully I think. Like it never felt trite or anything or like it was blaming her. But what I disliked is how they made it seem sincere that he was "trying to avoid" arguments with Jackie initially. Something they kept in the show was showing how Freddie loved to intentionally provoke people and that was part of how he abused and manipulated his wife. He'd provoke her intentionally, knowing it would set her off, so that he could feel justified in doing whatever he wanted. That's important because his abuse of Maggie isn't just about Maggie or even Jimmy, it is also something he uses to abuse his wife. In the book I feel like these things are far more disconnected from each other.

Also like... I get not wanting to have Freddie murder a woman in a four episode series. His attack on Maggie is supposed to be his most shocking act and in the book, it's not at all surprising that Freddie has this in him. I personally liked that Maggie was angry on behalf of a stranger, in a world where violence is common, I think it's meant to show her backbone and morality. But changing it to be in defense of her sister still works, and it's clearly drawing from the later scene where Freddie beats his wife and daughter severely. The thing I honestly found strange in all of that is that they didn't have Maggie spit on Freddie, but they kept the part where Freddie spit on Maggie. I guess it still works in the context of his abuse of her, but idk... I liked the emphasis being on how petty and pathetic Freddie was in the book. But anyway, you have Maggie try to defend her sister and this ends up being what motivates Freddie to attack Maggie. Makes sense, but then you leave out the key point of the attack in the book. Maggie doesn't just stay silent because of Jimmy, she also stays silent because of Jackie. In the show, they really only make it about Jimmy... which feels strange even given the simplified character dynamics of their world.

I do love that Maggie gets to kill Freddie though, that's great, really great. Except then the show does it in order to keep Jimmy from knowing the truth and it's like... IDK, the most touching and weirdly well written part of the book imo... is when Maggie and Jimmy initially discuss what happened to her. First there's the fact that they can't just say what they're thinking bc cops are around, so we finally get some subtle dialogue in the book. Second, I think there's the fact that everything they had both been taunted with and afraid of over the years just... doesn't matter. Also just like, the fact that Maggie kept quiet in order to not destroy her and her sister's family and that was what everyone else in her life wanted from her. Like her niece who loves Maggie like a mother finds out about this and her first reaction is to hope that no one else finds out and wish that everyone keeps their mouth shut about it. It feels cathartic that when Jimmy and Maggie finally talk, it's almost banal, because this won't destroy them. I get that it feels more "equal" because Jimmy still has his secret about their son's death, but like idk in an ideal world I think my preferred ending is that Maggie gets the kill AND both of them are honest with each other.

[poe-tic-a]

You know what? I used to admire him, that much.

It was 2018, i heard about him and how kind and pious he was and how my friends were head over heels about him. I really admired him to the point I made a writing about him, the sky that i wouldn't reach, that's what i thought about him. My best friend, nisa, knew exactly how i was really head to heels over him, in which we just laughed it off together because yeah, he was the sky, i would never reach him anyway.

It was 2019, he came back to our highschool, being a medicalstudent, he was so cool i almost dropped my heart, he was literally the only person that reached my standard of my future husband, he was the only person i literally said -with full sense- i wanted to be married to. But of course, i had always seen him as the sky, so it was just a dream i thought, to be with him. I even said that whoever his future wife is, she would be a very lucky woman and i might be broken hearted but i wished him the best, always. I even prayed for him. There was a time when my heart really hurt just by thinking how much i wanted him to notice me, how much i wanted him to be in my future.

It was 2020, the first time he noticed me and followed my instagram account. I literally screamed lol. I was so happy and flowery, my mum even asked me what happened bcs i screamed like a cegil lol. I really admired him and i was sooooooo happy he finally noticed me.

It was still 2020, he dm-ed my instagram account, at first i was feeling elated that he introduced himself to me and so on with so much respect to me. It was like a dream literally came true.

It was 2021, it actually didn't feel right, the way i felt like he did it on purpose, trying to get close to me in a "syari" way by asking me about all those fsi and all those kajian. Deep down, i actually know that he was doing something that didn't sit right with me. But i still try to be husnudzon to him bcs well he knows about religion, he is not some dumb man who just want to flirt.

It was 2022, and all he was asking me about was about marriage, my gut actually felt like it was NOT RIGHT at all. He felt wrong, my heart just didn't like him actually and honestly speaking. But somehow my mind wanted to defend him. There were so many reasons and signs but my mind was trying and suggesting myself to believe in him, even from that point of time, i knww so well my heart was not into him and it's all my mind that took the lead. I was trying to rationalize whatever he did that seems wrong and seems like a sign just beacuse my mind had a very much idealized version of him that i held on for so long (3 years perhaps), and that idealized version of him, my mind protected that at all cost because perhaps i was so desperately want to believe to kak rafif. Because perhaps he was like a dream came true that my mind wouldn't want to let go of. I think it's not my heart that didn't want to let go, it was my mind, my mind literally just wanted to be certain and wanted to be right and didn't want to admit that it was a wrong judgement. I guess as someone who values the intelligence that Allah has given me, it was harder to admit that my mind and my judgement was wrong. It has always been "easy" with elza because elza doesn't have my mind. He has my heart. And for someone who doesn't really value what i feel, it's not a really big deal to see elza in a darker shade bcs my mind has always viewed him in a darker point of view. Eventhough letting go of him was much much much more pain inflicting than this one bcs yeah, you know my heart, it broke to pieces.

Yeah so go back to kak rafif, i should have taken the signs,

first, when he tried to get close to me dan modus dengan ngshare kajian dakwah nanya nanya fsi dsb. second, when andi told me about how kak rafif pdktin dia jg and end up engga jadi. Third, when he said he only wanted a doctor as his future wife. Fourth, when he constantly trying to keep a contact with me. Fifth, when he asked me my address to give me a gift but then he only left me on read. Sixth, when he comes and go as he will, left me on read as he will, and just hello me as he will. Seventh, when i challenged him to be serious and come to my home instead when he is ready and we should stop getting close with eachother if we were not ready, but he just left it on read.

Those signs, i tried to justify, so many times.

You know the saddest and most raging thing about kak rafif? I justified him so many times, i gave all the good thoughts about him just to end up that all the bad thoughts were true. MY MIND DEFENDED HIM SO MANY TIMES TO THE POINT THAT IT TOLD MY HEART TO SHUT UP EVEN WHEN MY HEART DIDN'T FEEL ANYTHING RIGHT ABOUT KAK RAFIF. I just felt like, i was manipulated. I didn't say he manipulated me, but it just felt like that. I was really really trying so hard to believe in him, even harder than what i did to elza, because his image about religion is so good i think i fell for that. And now i feel very much disgusted by that. I just felt very much disappointed by what he did. Because HE WAS THE ONE that always talk about the religion but he was the one that purposefully crossing that boundary. I just really hate that. We all sin of course, but doing sin, and justifying the sin itself are two different things. But i still husnudzon though, perhaps he just doesn't understand. And perhaps, he was just like elza, sama sama belum paham agama. And yeah beacuse of that, good bye kak rafif. I don't think i will ever give you chance because as much as i am concerned, after i tested you, you lack both, religion and character. But i still wish for the best for you, i hope you learn to be better and can be better. We all sin kak, i know. I don't feel like im better than you, remembering my past history and my playgirl nature. But because i know I'm not good enough at my religion and character and still need to learn too, i need someone who at least good at the religion and character so that he can inspire me to be better.

It's just that, you lack both kak. Both the character and the religion. I'm not trying to find a perfect man, but i just hope that, at least, he knows how to maintain His boundary in general (as bare minimum as knowing batasan antar non mahram yang bisa menimbulkan fitnah dan perasaan) and character (as bare minimum as respecting other people's boundary and being thoughtful of what effects your action could have done to other people if you were not careful enough)

I was lucky that Allah literally made me still stuck with elza to the point that my heart couldn't fall for you. I was saved by Allah. If not for Allah's mercy, my heart would have been very much broken right now.

I just felt like it was unfair, you wanted to get close to me and try to win my heart, but you were never ready to hold my heart in the first place. Even until the very last moment, you still want to give me hope, but not the certainty. It was really a menace. What if i really fell for you? Could you imagine the damage you would have done to an innocent girl? Could you imagine the fact that there was a probability that i fell in love with you but you were not ready anyway and you were just trying to give me hope instead of commitment? It's like you didn't want to take the risk but you didn't want to lose me either. You want me to put my heart at risk.

The fact that lo gak bisa melepaskan gue dengan utuh dan masih memberikan gue harapan, even when lo tau lo gak bisa ngasih kepastian untuk ngejaga hati gue. That's not a very good character i see. That's now how genuine love works. I don't expect you to love me, but i actually expect you to be considerate and treat people the way you want to be treated, fairly.

I don't want to see you as a fully bad person because we all made mistakes and have flaws. I know you have so many other good sides. But i just decided that those mistakes are not the mistakes i want to tolerate. I forgive but i will nolonger take it. The door is closed. So good bye, kak rafif. See you never.

I have always loved you for the sake of Allah (because i saw you as a pious man), because people say you're not that handsome and all and i actually agree that you are not my type if i wanted to say about looks but i have never made it a problem tho because all i want form you is your good religion and character that i though you had. but when i realized that you are actually not the person that semenjaga itu terhadap batasan-batasan Allah, i nolonger love you and nolonger want to be involved with you.

So yeah, for the sake of Allah, i let you go.

So yeah, for the sake of Allah, i forgive you.

So yeah, for the sake of Allah, i am geateful that Allah has saved me -again and again- from harms, and from the wrong people.

I used to believe that you were the answer to all my prayers, but now i just believe that Allah knows better to the point that Allah showed me your error(s), clearly, to the point that my mind couldn't justify it anymore.

Ya Allah, i ask you for the best and i accepted what happened and alhamdulillah, all praise is for Allah, whom once again, for the 9999th times, saved me from the bad and the harm of this world. You saved me ya Allah, always. Literally. And i couldn't be more grateful.

[florenceisfalling]

speedrun bc im in the dairy queen parking lot as we speak

You certainly never see people arguing NOT to put it in your bio

yes you do, i know this because i used to be one of those people and shared/supported dozens of posts about it. are you forgetting the whole premise of my original post is that i used to be a transandrobro against those terms?

how awful it is that a transandrobro doesn't think it's a good or feasible solution to kick all the Jews out of Israel?

i made a second post explaining his zionism, and this is just a blatant inflammatory misrepresentation of it.

I'm going to make you explain to me how you defend the scores of genocide txttletale openly supports or considers NBD as a tankie.

yknow, im not a tankie, but this seems to also be a pretty big misrepresentation of whats going on with healed. either way, i can dislike both avi and healed if that makes you feel any better. i did straight up say in another post that i agree with spacelazarwolf on some things, its almost like you can agree with some things someone says without vouching for all of them

there are TRFs out there writing books about reclaiming radical feminism

plenty of transmascs are openly transmisogynist terfs. and i don't think trying to look for good in second wave feminism and push it away from its current transphobic standing point is a bad thing.

almost all of the hostility has been from the TMA/TME crowd.

i like that you said you'd provide examples of this in your original reblog - and i was sure you actually would, considering im VERY aware transfems will say transphobic things abt transmascs sometimes. and then you just didnt even try

We're not doing that. What we're doing is describing harassment we've gotten in the transandrophobia discourse trenches

giving voice to transmascs by ignoring transmascs who disagree with you

We don't tolerate being transphobic towards other trans people 'round these parts!

y'all have a very fast and loose definition of transphobic, is the thing

Yeah? Her good opinions about genocide?

me: here are three good posts id like to source that explain something

you: oh so you agree with all of her posts?

Yeah, sorry, two harassment campaigns against trans women by mostly cis people and completely unrelated to transandrophobia drama is not relevant here.

my original post is quite literally about how its bad that transmascs harass trans women constantly. this is one of the most relevant things i can think of. what are you talking about

weird to claim it was mostly cis people when the people spearheading some of the most vitriolic shit, as linked, were trans men, and toonimal was a trans man abusing trans girls

TERFs would never try to exploit legitimate cases of transmascs being treated poorly, they're just attracted naturally like flies to all the evil transmisogynistic rifts in the community!

why are some of you so cozy with them then

The first was written by a trans woman and the second was a very funny joke about hyperbolic whining about sOcIaL mUrDeR.

tgirls can be transmisogynistic, case in point You, though im curious about why you get to bring up your transphobic harassment experiences when mine get responded to with "we're not doing that"

straight-up not about trans men bro

youre openly ignoring the examples i included of why trans men, specifically transandrobros, were relevant

thousands of TMA/TME weirdos will die on the hill that jokes about killing trans men are okay and non-binary people being called slurs is a transfeminist W.

hm i wonder if theres any reason why lately trans women have been especially frustrated or jumpy about trans men

it's the name of a radfem group that sexually abused other trans women, or was it all just complaining because it's, like, such a totally mean name to call people?

actually yea, there are a lot of trans women who take issue with the fact that when they acknowledge transmisogyny they get equated to a hated group of specific tgirls in 2016. also, doesnt excuse calling people a medieval slur, bc it didnt fucking originate in 2016. im not going around calling people faggots derogatorily just bc some of the transandrobros have it in their urls

fuck yourself

what problem exactly do you have with people referring to gender assignment as coercive??? do you want people to infinitely ignore the fact that gender assignment is a binary system that assumes all the details of ones life from birth??? i need you to know that when i block you in a minute, it isnt because you "owned" me, its bc you take issue with an intersex person using the term cagab lol

so laser targeted

i know who posted that, i know that shes informed by the fact that there are plenty of people comfy calling themselves theyfabs in her inbox. while i dont like the term, saying "people who have systemic privilege over trans women have internalized bias against trans women and need to learn to take a joke " is once again not that crazy of a statement

no it's just a term invented by 4chan transmeds to mock non-binary people

we dont know where it came from specifically bc its a simple ass term, unlike baeddel which we know started for sure as a slur. but either way i hate transmeds regardless, theyre not what im arguing against atm

I'm trying to keep you focused because you keep going off track like an imaginative child that doesn't want to be constrained by coloring in the lines

you really don't get to correct me on whats being discussed on my own post, especially when you failed to follow your own "rules," but im also gonna tell you that ^ sentence is the second reason i'm blocking you. why is it that you can cry tone policing bc youre "a bit bitchy" in response to a perfectly polite post but you take issue with other trans women being a bit bitchy in response to targeted harassment?

If you want to call all the people who have directly attested to me that they were kicked out of "trans friendly" spaces for being too masculine liars, you may!

they aren't liars, i just don't believe that the cause is masculinity in itself, and you are putting a lot of words in my mouth!

there was a brief period of time when i empathized with transandrobros largely out of my personal discomfort as a nonbinary person with the terms tme/tma - this pretty much entirely dissolved when i began to understand those terms not as obligatorily publicized personal descriptors but as tools with a communicative purpose. perhaps more importantly, i learned that most of the people involved with the proliferation of the "transmisandry/transandrophobia" concept were treating trans women like complete and utter shit and then making tgirls out to be the instigators. for this reason i seriously encourage every transmasc who finds themself feeling riled up against trans women to, like, double check the kind of messages and comments the angry girls are getting. i promise you, it becomes a lot more evident why those women are describing discomfort or fear or bitterness around trans men when you see the kind of sexually abusive, misogynistic, violent messages they're getting first. no, that doesn't excuse every joke or response, but it makes you understand how disproportionate the transmasc reaction can be. and if you can't find what i'm talking about, you don't see any examples of trans men being misogynistic, literally just message me and i'll be happy to provide as wide a range of examples as possible

[thesugarhole]

last day i have to put up wit train strikes and waking up so so early to get here on time and for the waiting times between. so im reading romac in between. on phone so no funny business. stopped at bench and men

anyway

dont ever ask a woman her age a man his salary and vitaly how the geography of romac looks like

eureka was apparently partially new york but i know bc of worldwide photo shoots they later use places like paris on the bg so thats funny. i guess whale arc (is the whale stuff still there?) multiple alien and monster and annet chases and various flying machines could get you there, if the world map is still about the same

i guess im pointing it out bc i saw someone make a weird map connecting. idfk or even remember but the atlantic ocean wasnt there anymore

"He could only communicate with me via a copyrighted form of speech available to the Unconnectable population- talking loudly."

thats not copyrighted to unconnectables thats copyrighted to portuguese* come ooooon man

everything in this world needs a fookin loicense god what a nightmare

🤨

sorry i just dont buy this. first of all from having read the original comic before second of all because hes just some guy in both versions (who just happened to work for g-dir, best of the worst type deal) and third of related to the second of, it all feels like they pushed a role on him he didnt even knew existed and it all went downhill from there.

if he really was one of the catalysts of the apocalypse though rather than just being caught up in the aftermath (alongside PILOT!!!!) and omitting all that in previous POV logs for the unreliable narrator trope, then sorry tumblr sexy man that never was. i cant defend you here. you looked at yourself, said 'i can make her better' and then made her worse

number 2 also i just noticed. "infi"? miss ai generated number 8 pendant that ruined one of my favorite sequences in the original comic with 'is this a set ALMOST MISSED MY TRAIN STOP I THOUGHT WE WERE AT TUE ONE BEFORE

""Are you, really?" Infi raised an eyebrow. "Even that bench you're sitting on is charging you infractions. If enough tickets pile up, the Dexes will come and take you away. You know what they do to big debitors, Sven. You know what they turn people into. I'm sure you won't like wearing a smile on your face forever.""

ok so. if i recall correctly people in too much debt get killed and turned into dexes and idk if all dexes do the same job but in pilots case he became a debt collector or something. aka kill more people to create more dexes

and in most panels of him pre apoc without the pilot gear he didnt seem too thrilled about anything, facial expression wise. what im getting to is, it could be something added in the rewrite but it would be interesting if part of his character design had a smile stapled on whether he likes it or not.

well for what its worth hes happy now, only vaguely aware of his past

anyway- svens gone but the seagull lived? i dont think this bench would know if its the same seagull. also how are you talking to it? the bench lost whatever little mind it had djhgsjfj and this is positive character development

The User flickered peculiarly and suspiciously in my time-worn sensors, just like... Infi did.

AI girlie nonsense aside i guess shes's intriguing me a bit. if anything she's the true unconnectable leader and scapegoated snippy. but also youre still not baiting me with the "is captain infi???" rewrites. i know how to count. (<- gonna look foolish if this later happens anyway. "am i that out of touch? no. its the author thats wrong") (speaking of counting haha very funny that sven and steven, names sounding like seven, meet infi, represented by an 8/infinite, and some undisclosed time later the somewhat sentient bench they were on meet captain (also known as seven). basic homestuckology

these side little detours into the world that was are fun i think. but again, most (all? honest to god i dont remember anyone named infi being a part of anything going on) of this was already in the original so ya

[coffeecatsandcandles]

What if widowed!dad!bucky overhears toxic yet kinda close to the reader people saying how the reader deserves so much better than Bucky—

who is still hung up on the deceased love of his life?

That the reader deserves more than being a place holder, or only coming second after the ghost of his late wife? (Adding how they think everything reader does is really just second to his wife, like his wife is still the best, most beautiful and amazing woman)

That the reader could do so much better than being loved by a man only because his daughter needs and wants a mother? (Let’s pretend they heard bucky saying he needs to put becca’s happiness first, that Becca needs a mom, basically implying that they heard Bucky saying he’s with the reader bc he thinks she’s the only one willing to be the mother of his child, and not because he loves her genuinely)

That he just married you so that you won’t be able to leave them, and that he and Becca wouldn’t be alone or be an incomplete family

That she needs a man who could love her whole-heartedly, not a man who’s heart is partly occupied by his previous wife.

Basically, he heard people saying you shouldn’t have settled for bucky because you will always have to compete for his love and your place in his heart, since his wife would always be there. Since he couldn’t and wouldnt even let go. (Say they use the “he even still has a memory chest” against him)

What would his reaction be?

Would he be insecure/scared that you’ll find someone “better” than him? Would he reassure you of his love? Will he defend his and your honor and love to them directly?

I would love to hear abt this!

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐓𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 | 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐞

𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐱 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐀𝐔

➵ 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 | A look into how life has been for you, James and Rebecca.

➵ 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 | widowed!dad!teacher!Bucky Barnes x teacher!reader (ft. Kamala Khan and Yelena Belova)

➵ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | rumors, talk of domestic violence and manipulation (this is not a dark fic), language.

The warm water fell down your body as you inhaled the scent of your lavender body wash. You let out a long, dreamy sigh at the feeling. No- at your life. It truly was a dream. You and James were still in the honeymoon phase, though you were confident you’d never get out of it. Married life was everything you’d hoped it would be and more. Maybe it was because you’d found your dream man, but now you finally understood why people made such a big deal about marriage. It was heaven.

Rebecca was excelling in school, so much so that even her teachers were trying to get her to skip a grade. You remembered the proud smirk on James’s face when they’d told the two of you that.

And with a new job opportunity lined up for you- at the college level- you felt like things were more perfect than they could ever be. You thought about all the times you thought life was perfect, and how they just got better and better as days went on. Even the little things, like your nightly bedtime cuddles on the couch with James and Rebecca as the fireplace glowed, tea or cider in hand- or the possible talk of maybe, possibly, at the perfectly right time, having another baby as you and James tried to fall asleep each night. You’d daydream about what they would look like, how Becca would react. It always brought a sleepy smile to your face as James gently grazed your scalp until you fell asleep, always feeling a kiss on your forehead right before you lost consciousness.

Life was perfect, there was no doubt about it.

Quickly snapping you out of your daydream, you heard your cell phone ringing from the bedroom, just a few feet away. Unable to answer it due to the fact that you were sudsy and naked, you called your husband.

“Jamie,” you sing-songed, “Can you get that, please? It might be the university.”

“Yeah, of course,” he said. You eased a bit hearing him answer, a muffled “this is her husband speaking,” causing a cheeky grin to sneak onto your face. You loved hearing him call himself that, just as much as you loved saying it.

James Barnes was your husband.

Turning off the water, you stepped out, hurriedly covering your body with a fluffy beige towel so you wouldn’t shiver. Drying yourself enough to where water wouldn’t drip everywhere, you made your way to James, where you spotted him staring at something on your phone.

You didn’t have anything to hide with him- you were an open book with each other. But the look of concern on his face still made you worry.

“Everything okay? Who was it?” you asked.

“Yeah, it was the university, they just said they’d email you to ask about scheduling a meeting. But then you kept getting text messages and I got a little curious, I’m sorry.” He handed your phone back to you, hands making their way to your hips.

“Don’t be sorry.” you said, kissing him once. Though he kept trying for more, sloppily kissing every inch of your face and neck until you started giggling.

“What? I can’t kiss my gorgeous, sexy wife?” James retaliated, finding that sweet spot on your neck and involuntarily earning a light moan from you.

His lips felt so good on your skin, but you couldn’t ignore the things you had to do today, and that there was an eight-year-old just a few rooms away. “Jamie, I just showered.” you said. You’d really been milking this nickname of his lately, but only because of his reaction whenever you said it. He almost went feral when you called him that- his eyes went wide and his pupils blew out, and you knew he’d go to the ends of the earth just to hear you say his name like that.

“What are you insinuating? That I’m dirty?” he asked, faking offense and returning to kissing your body, focusing on your exposed shoulders and collarbones.

You smiled, “We both have a lot to do today- maybe tonight we can,” you offered, to which James responded with an exaggerated, playful groan.

“Daddy!” Rebecca called from her room.

You shook your head and laughed, “Your daughter wants you,” you kissed him once more, “Go, before she starts yelling.”

James playfully rolled his eyes, making his way out the door to tend to his daughter and let you change. You heard his muffled voice yet again, “What, bug? I can’t spend one minute alone with Mom?”

Mom. It was a strange adjustment at first, especially for James. But after James gave you his approval for Rebecca to continue to call you Mom, the two of you agreed that “Mom” was reserved for you, and “Mommy” was reserved for her biological mother to save confusion. But still, you smiled at the title. You loved Rebecca as if you actually gave birth to her. She was the baby you had the absolute privilege of being a mother figure towards. You hoped you were doing a good job, a job that would make her late mother proud.

Your phone kept buzzing. Slightly annoyed, you glanced at the texts you were receiving, all from new colleagues. The university had asked if two students could observe your classes, and you agreed, hoping it would put a good word in with your future bosses. You were met with texts upon texts in the group message you made for them.

KK: Mrs. Barnes- I don’t want to alarm you, but the other students have been talking about you and Mr. Barnes, specifically him. I’m actually a little concerned for you.

YB: Yeah- I’ve told them to knock it off a couple times, but I think they keep doing it because other teachers talk too. IDK how you handle it, they’re not very subtle. I’m resisting the urge to fight them, honestly.

KK: Yelena, stop. You could get someone fired. I just want to make sure she’s okay.

YB: And? It’s not professional to talk about someone’s husband like that, especially in front of kids.

Besides, half of them are new hires anyway. It’s not like they’re going to stay there.

KK: Westview is a good school. Think about their families!

YB: Think about HER family Kamala! Especially Mr. Barnes, he’s been teaching there longer than most of them anyways!

You rolled your eyes and scoffed at their texts. This wasn’t new, you knew people talked. Yelena and Kamala were good kids, and you knew they were only looking out for you. You began to type.

Okay, what have you heard? I’m sure I can explain everything. I can’t help what people say, but I can shut down those rumors. Just tell me.

You got dressed as you waited for a response. Then you remembered that James likely saw these messages as he went to answer your phone. He could’ve seen everything that the two of them were saying.

The concern they show and how they may be believing the rumors going around about you and James.

That other people were talking about you behind your back, and it was affecting how your colleagues looked at you.

It wasn’t like you cared that deeply- you knew your truth and that you were a good wife, James was a good husband, and you had a wonderful, smart little girl like Rebecca to call yours.

You tried to ignore it, but still- it irked you.

You received another text.

KK: Basically, other teachers have been saying you married Mr. Barnes out of pity, he’s quite abusive, and that you could do better and should leave him for your own sake.

Your heart sank. Immediately, you began to type.

Well, I can tell both of you that is not true at all. Mr. Barnes is a wonderful man, loving husband, and exceptional father. He never would lay a hand on me- I can’t even come up with an “if he did” scenario because I know in my heart he wouldn’t. Thank you for letting me know about this and I will be talking to Ms. Danvers about these rumors.

Making your way downstairs, you found Rebecca at the table eating breakfast. Her mouth was slightly stained red from her strawberries, and James was making your tumbler of coffee. You observed him. He seemed fine, maybe he didn’t see the texts.

Trying to shake the conversation, you made your way to your husband, kissing him lightly on the cheek. He gave a small smirk in response- unusual behavior as of lately. Normally, he’d grab you by the waist and place a thousand tiny kisses all over your face until you laughed. That was your morning norm. That made your heart sink- maybe he did read those texts. Maybe he did think that you finally realized you were too good for him.

He always thought that- who was he to be so deserving of someone so perfect? Someone who treated his daughter so well. Someone who loved him unconditionally and even accepted his past.

He wanted to talk about it, but all his brain could do was shut down.

-

“I’m so sorry about those texts, Mrs. Barnes. Really, I didn’t mean to offend you or Mr. Barnes,” Kamala said almost immediately upon her entrance into your classroom. Her movements were all over the place- you worried her toasted blueberry bagel would crumble in her hands at how much she was moving and how tight her grip was. Yelena followed behind her, eyes wide at Kamala’s apology. You couldn’t have had two student teachers more opposite of each other, but worked so well. Apparently they lived together in the dorms their first year of undergrad and had been close friends ever since. They complimented each other nicely.

“It’s alright- like I said, nothing I haven’t heard before.” You said, handing them papers to place on each desk for bellwork.

“So, he’s not abusive? That’s such a relief because honestly, I thought I saw a bruise or something on your arm the other day and I got really worried-”

“Jesus, Kamala. She’s fine. Let it go.” Yelena interjected.

“I’ve heard people think we’re not right for each other. You should’ve seen our first year together. He was kind of a trainwreck. I can see how people might’ve thought that- he wasn’t exactly the nicest teacher when we met, but he was always a good guy, though. But he’s better now, isn’t he?”

Yelena and Kamala nodded as they grabbed half a stack of worksheets each, getting ready for the beginning of the day. James lightly tapped on your door, the tumbler of coffee he’d made for you in hand. You must have left it in his car.

“Speak of the devil,” you said, earning a smile from him as you took the cup from him. “Thank you- I was wondering where that went.”

He kissed your cheek- trying to keep things appropriate in front of the college students, if the two of you were alone, he would’ve done more. “You must be getting observed by Danvers today,” he turned to Kamala and Yelena, “She usually gets a little forgetful when something important is coming up. Under no circumstances would she ever forget her morning coffee on any other day.”

The four of you shared a light laugh. He seemed to be in a better mood since this morning- was he even in a bad mood to begin with? It was just unlike him to not be all over you. Was the honeymoon stage over? Right after you thought it would never end?

“Yeah, plus these rumors can’t be helpful to either of you,” Yelena said, then immediately covered her mouth.

The smile faded, and instead James looked hurt. “Rumors? What rumors? Is that what those texts were about?”

There was an awkward halt in the conversation as Yelena realized she said the wrong thing. Kamala was now the one to stare daggers at her. “I think I’m gonna grab something from the vending machine,” Yelena finally continued, using any excuse to leave the room.

“Yeah, I’ll join you.” Kamala said, sensing that you and James needed to talk about this alone. You glanced at the time. 7:45. You still had plenty of time before students would show up.

You and James waited for them to leave. He fully walked into the classroom, leaving the door ajar. “What is it this time?” he asked with eyes that could break your heart into a million pieces.

“Nothing-” you began.

“Clearly it’s not nothing. Whatever it is, I can handle it. You know once there was a rumor I purposely crashed that car? That kid had it out for me that year because I flunked her- even though she never turned her work in. Nothing can hurt me, I promise.”

His fingers grazed your face gently, his touch bringing you comfort. It always did.

“Just- same old, same old. You’re abusive, I married you out of pity, I’m taking this university job because I’m planning on leaving you. Nothing we haven’t heard before. It’s just annoying.” You sighed.

James sighed along with you. “Well, are any of those things true?” he asked. It was almost like it was a trick question.

You smiled at his optimism, “No,” you muttered.

“Then ignore them. Who cares what they think? They don’t fully understand what you and I have been through, so fuck them, alright? Life’s a lot more stress-free that way.”

“But it’s my job as your wife to defend you, isn’t it?”

“Your only ‘job’ as my wife, if you even want one, is to be there. To be a mom to Becca. And you’re already doing a fucking incredible job at that. So don’t stress about me, love. Plus, you’ll be out of here in what, eight weeks? You got this.”

You smiled as he kissed your forehead and wrapped his arms around you. You needed this. “How do you do it? How do you listen to all this crap about you and just ignore it?” you asked, your voice slightly muffled by his shirt.

“I didn’t always- remember how much of a jerk I used to be here?”

“What changed?” you asked, your gaze meeting him. You could fall so deep into those crystal blue eyes.

James smiled and kissed your head one more time. “You came along.”

Kamala and Yelena returned, each with a pastry snack in hand, hoping they bought enough time away and would return at the right time. Thankfully, they did. The last thing they wanted was to walk back in on an escalated argument.

“Well, you ladies have a good day,” he made his way out after kissing your knuckles. You smiled, a sense of relief coming through the student teachers. He turned to you before walking out the door. “I love you.”

You smiled- you always said that to each other every morning before leaving for your classrooms, but this time was different. His words were the most genuine they’d ever been. He had his heart on display for you with his words, and you would keep it in the safest spot in the world: your hands.

“I love you more, James.”

-

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[antiloreolympus]

5 Anti LO Asks

(Note: All of these asks are before episode 206 (Season 2 finale) so some may be dated.) 1. fastpass spoilers everyone who says persephone is just y/n at this point is right. she's an unsympathetic asshole (chasing a dude in a relationship and trying to dodge punishment), every man wants her, nothing is really her fault (introducing eris was so fucking cheap), and after zeus told her about his trauma she was incredibly callous about it. the worst part is how RS claims she isn't a mary sue and how the readers want persephone coddled. i honestly believe some fans see themselves as persephone, so they take any of her L's as a personal attack. god.anyways zeus best character

2. LBR, she will NOT make Aphrodite/Hephaestus endgame, so what's left exactly? Aphrodite uses a disabled man to "get back" at Ares? Hephaestus is tricked into a loveless marriage so Aphrodite to get back at Ares? Maybe they can follow the mythology (bc RS won't follow any of it unless its to make a disabled man miserable and demonize a woman who isn't Persephone) and have Aphrodite cheating on him and then blame HIM for not being hot like Ares. This whole thing is so bad no matter how you cut it.

3. I think Persephone being labeled as Queen of The Underworld is just.. way too soon in the comic. Like, how we were used to seeing her, she didn't really have any life of her own. She had the role of Demeter's child, someone who studies and is in constant care, but that was dropped the moment she met Hades. ...and that's about it. Persephone going to the overworld would have been a great experience for the readers to see her own grown leadership. How she's not being hidden away by her mother or by Hades for her crimes, how she deals with them head first, how she compared to Demeter in terms of being a leader. Maybe she's more modern, or more creative, maybe she created new flowers based on the underworld or Olympus (since we haven't seen her grow anything else but pedals). Maybe during her depression, her failed duties are what casted winter onto mortals. But no, instead of seeing her development, seeing what she knows vs what she's learned along the way, the timeskip just added a bandaid and said that she's as flawless as ever. It's such a grab bag of a timeskip, we don't get to see that development or see Persephones struggles, we just have to trust that it's there, and it did in fact happen. The story could also pull a Thanos in the future, remember the whole 'child labor' excuse they randomly pulled to make him look like a hypocrite? No doubt in my mind that things will be made up for Persephone as she goes. One flaw will be countered by a memory we were never exposed to, making an endless utility belt. It's annoying, the one thing people read any H and P story for is to see Persephone develop into her own character. She's just so hollow that it's unreal

4. I mean, it’s not just the fact LO defenders have bad excuses. It’s just the fact any hand-wringing defense of it can easily be beaten with more than two seconds of thought. It doesn’t matter how many excuses you try, it’s still a poorly written, declined art comic full of poor pacing, silly fan service and retcons, and a treasure trove of misogynistic, racist, queerphobic, antisemitic, ableist, and classist tropes, and much more. The reason defense of it often fails is bc it’s just not that good

5. Tbh the fact you can take her name off of the comic and still think a man made it is a BAD thing. I know there are some people who try and defend it with some loopy logic of her “reclaiming” the misogynistic way women are depicted by men or w/e but that’s?? Not true?? The whole thing screams MALE power fantasy? If anything that’s worse, Rachel is a woman who is undoubtedly has dealt with misogyny yet is like “ok but it’s good when when a guy I like does it” which like no?? That’s still bad??

[dulcewrites]

Totally agree with you that Aemond would probably give 0 fucks hah. But man if reader does became a powerful figure in court... The surprise he'd feel at the fact his silly wife is actually a player; maybe he'd hate respecting her, even if only a bit. I'm really curious now at what Aegon will do in part 2! I think he's an actual interesting character, and can be much more than a lecherous, overbearing drunk. Also, Alicent. She's really loyal to her kids, and I agree on the headcanon that Aemond is her baby boy (as as second son, I imagine she'd feel more comfortable in giving him the love she might struggle to demonstrate to Aegon, as he physically represents her hopes of a secure future for the family, possibly making her outwardly more cold to him than she'd like.) Buuut I do feel she'll bear some sympathy towards reader, like calls to like in a way, seeing in reader the rejection she felt on Viserys' account. As a faithful woman, her son cheating with a STRONG BASTARD would be such a hard pill to swallow, I'm supposing she'd be so disappointed, but perhaps not show it to the reader so plainly, idk. Anyway, loved the suggestion someone sent here about reader turning Aemond into a frightening figure to their children. He might be sure of himself at this point, unaffecting, but the idea he can still inspire disgust to those he genuinely loves could (I hope) hurt him. Ughhh I have some many thoughts! This fandom needs more asshole and emotionally fucked up Aemond. He's been usually portrayed with a soft and romantic streak, but I imagine him a pretty neglectful husband. Too much in on his head, convoluted.

I think Alicent would be upset, how much is def up for debate. It’s clear she put Aemond on a bit of pedestal. I do think they have a special connection but I also feel like so much of that is her just not connecting with other children (not that she doesn’t try). She can’t seem to read Helaena, Aegon is… Aegon lmao, and daeron is away. I will explore this in pt 2 but it’s goes back to what she said in ep 6 to Aegon after the pig prank. They can be mean to each other all they want in private but once that shit spills out, that’s where she feels some type away. That includes with reader, who she does really care about. She’s the one who brought up reader marrying Aemond, her baby. Oh and the irony of her defending her kids against the strong boys.. for her son to do that. Yeah… she’ll feel some type of way. I don’t think Aemond expects for reader to bring other into it, bc it’s not her nature. And Aemond isn’t blind, he sees how Alicent favors him. He probably thinks that would never change… we shall see.

Reader will definitely be putting that good breeding to use. All she did was keep her head down and managed to get married into the most powerful family in the seven kingdoms. Imagine what she can do with some confidence and a whole lot of spite.

Also thank you! I’m very interested in exploring fucked up Aemond. While I do think he cares about his immediate family, especially his mother and Helaena….but realistically how likely is he to actually treat any other woman outside of that well. Maybe I’ll get to writing that idea eventually

[watchmegetobsessed]

Hey Angel - Harry Styles

a/n: since i had so much time on my hand at work lately (not anymore unfortunately) i used it wisely and cooked up this PA themed fic bc i absolutely love this trope. it’s lengthy and kinda emotional? kinda, lol. hope you’ll like it and as always, feedback is much appreciated!!

warning: sexual content

word count: 11.5k

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Harry likes to pretend he is tall enough to comfortably rest his chin on the top of your head when he stands behind you, but that’s not true. He has to push himself a little to his tippy toes and push you down at the same time to fit his chin above you, his arms weighing down on your shoulders. You stopped arguing him that you need to push your hips forward when he does this so you don’t carry his whole weight.

“Tha’s rude, you do not have to do tha’!” he defended himself every time you brought up, so you just stopped.

Now as you watch the game of air hockey unfold in front of you, a half empty pint in your hand, you don’t even budge when you feel a chiseled chin resting on the top of your head, you push your hips forward without a second thought to shorten your height. You catch a glimpse of a tattooed forearm on your shoulder, Harry’s chest presses against your back gently.

He doesn’t stay in this position too long, it’s making it hard to drink so soon enough, he wraps his left arm around your shoulders, coming to stand next to you, sipping on his tequila on the rocks.

“Hey you,” you smile at him as he gives you a side look, a boyish smirk tugging on his pink lips. “Everything alright?”

“Everything is fine.”

“You need something? How much have you had to drink?” you ask furrowing your eyebrows, looking down at his glass that was certainly full when you last saw him about ten minutes ago.

“Shush, stop pretending like you’re working,” he waves at your face, his words melting together, definitely thanks to the alcohol he has consumed tonight.

“I know I’m not working, I’m just tryna’ be your friend and look out for you.” Bringing your own drink up to your lips, you give him a look, but he just smirks at you playfully.

“Uh-huh, whatever. Don’t worry about me.”

“I always worry about you, H,” you sigh dramatically and it makes him laugh with his head falling back.

“Is this the part where you tell me I’m some spoiled brat celebrity you ‘ave to babysit for your living? And that I always do ridiculous shit so you ‘ave to keep an eye on me at all times?”

You can’t push your smile down at how far this statement is from reality. You just like to tease him about being a typical, asshole rockstar when he is literally your favorite person in the world without a doubt.

“Oh Angel, you can’t fool me,” he cackles, squeezing you to his side before taking another sip from his drink.

“Wouldn’t even try to,” you mumble with an amused smile. “Havin’ fun, birthday boy?” you ask, leaning into his side. You would never admit, but you love how touchy Harry can get sometimes, not really caring about physical boundaries, especially when he drinks. The hugs, the squeezes, the touches, they always make your heart flutter even after knowing him for years.

“I’m havin’ a blast. What about you?”

“What about me? It’s not my birthday,” you chuckle shortly.

“So what? I can’t make sure you’re enjoying your night?” he frowns at you dramatically that just makes you laugh.

“I’m having a great night. It’s just that my boss keeps coming after me even though I’m supposed to be off the clock.”

You peek up at him to see the grin on his face at your teasing. The dynamic between the two of you has been like this since day one. The constant bickering and teasing is what really brought the two of you close, you are so similar, it’s like you can see a male version of yourself when you look at him.

“Tell the dude to fuck off,” he mumbles into his drink and you bump your hip against him, but he just holds you tight to his side as an answer.

Soon enough, Harry joins the game and you watch him play from the side, obviously cheering on his opponent to annoy him, earning some pretty dirty looks from him whenever they score against him and you let out a “woho!” in victory.

“Y’know, it’s not too nice to cheer against the birthday boy, is it?” he calls you out when the table is taken by someone else and he joins you at the side again.

“Am I not allowed to choose who I want to cheer to?” you ask with a faked puzzled look and he presses his lips into a thin line, glaring down at you intently.

“Don’t test me, Angel,” he grumbles into your ear before walking off to join his friends who came out to celebrate with him today.

It’s a pretty lowkey celebration, since he is still in the middle of filming Don’t Worry Darling, so he couldn’t really travel far from the set, but some of his dearest friends were able to come here and celebrate with him and his cast members.

You stand at the bar and your eyes find him every time you scan the place, not able to keep your gaze away from him for too long, he just demands the attention. Or at least yours.

You’ve never met anyone like him. When you got the chance to be his personal assistant four years ago at the very beginning of his solo career, you never thought how he’ll move right into your heart and never leave it. Whether you look at him as your boss or your friend, you can’t deny that he changed your life and you’ve learned so much from him, you can only hope he thinks of you somewhat the same. However you always tell yourself: what could you possibly give for The Harry Styles? He has everything in the whole wide world.

Harry catches you staring and he arches a brow at you, abandoning the conversation he has been in for the past minutes, mouthing you “what’s up, Angel”, his accent thick even without hearing his voice.

He’s been calling you Angel for longer than you can remember. When you asked him why the nickname, he said it’s because One Direction’s song Hey Angel was written about you. It was a fat lie, you haven’t met him when the song was written, but his words still tightened your chest, playing with the thought of Harry writing a song about you.

As cheesy and cliché as it is, you fell for him faster than you’d like to admit. You tried to fight it for a while, convince yourself it’s just a silly crush, but you soon had to realize you outgrew that after the first few weeks working with him. How could you not fall for him? He is everything any woman could wish for and he has you wrapped around his fingers, just like he has half the female population, probably.

You shake your head in his way, not sure how to tell him you just got lost in your thoughts about him. In fact, he occupies your mind pretty much all the time, but he doesn’t have to know about that.

He excuses himself from the table and walks up to you, a slow breath leaving your nose as you watch him approach you.

“Tired?” he asks, stopping in front of you, placing his empty glass to the counter.

“Kinda,” you nod.

“Want to head home soon?”

“Don’t worry about me. I can just call a taxi and go home, you don’t have to come.”

“Don’t be silly, we go to the same place, obviously we’re gonna go home together.”

Since filming has started, Harry and you’ve been sharing a nice apartment near the set. It was his idea to rent a place for the two of you, rather than to stay at a hotel. At first you didn’t think it would be a good idea, but of course, he convinced you to live with him for the months while the movie is being filmed. So now you basically live with Harry, share pretty much all your living space with him, except your bedroom.

“But it’s your birthday, stay as long as you want,” you tell him, not wanting to snatch him away from his friends on his big day.

“We’re filming in the afternoon tomorrow, can’t drag the night too long either way,” he shrugs, trying to make you believe it’s really nothing.

No matter how badly you try to convince him to stay, he doesn’t bulge and starts saying goodbye within an hour, calling the two of you a car to take you home. He is clearly tipsy, but not drunk. Once you’re in the car, Harry’s hand finds yours and he pulls you closer in the backseat until your thighs are pressed together. He curls an arm around your shoulders, holding you tight to his side, sinking down in the seat. You let your head rest on his shoulder, enjoying the closeness of his body, pressing down any worrying thought that usually makes its way to your mind every time Harry gets a little cozier than the usual.

The rational side of your brain knows you should be keeping some distance from him for the sake of your own sanity and emotional health, but you just can’t. Denying these little moments from yourself would be like pure torture and your heart can’t take that for sure.

“What are you thinkin’ about?” he murmurs, his nose nuzzling into your hair and you just shrug your shoulders.

“Nothing,” you mumble your lie.

“Liar, I can hear the gears turning in that pretty head of yours,” he grins down at you as your eyes lock for a moment. Thank God for the darkness in the car, because you can feel your cheeks heating up. The last thing you need is for Harry to see how nervous he can make you feel with just a simple compliment.

“Stop being nosy, you don’t have to know everything all the time.” You poke his side with your elbow, it makes him jump a little before he snuggles back to your side.

“That’s not true, you know I’m entitled to hold every knowledge in the world.” He tries to hide his smirk, but he fails miserably and you just laugh at him with your head falling back to his shoulder.

“Harry Styles, you are something else,” you sigh shaking your head at him.

Arriving home Harry keeps an arm around you as you walk up to the front door, fishing your keys out of your bag since you’d bet Harry didn’t bring his. There’s a chance he hasn’t even used his copy since you’ve been here, he knows you always have yours and you haven’t really left without each other so far, always staying around the other.

“Want to shower first?” he hums, walking inside, his arm leaving your shoulders and though you feel lighter without the extra weight, you wish it was still there.

“Go for it, I’m gonna clean up the mess I made when I got ready earlier,” you tell him, heading into your bedroom where the floor is littered with half your wardrobe from earlier, when you were trying to figure out what to wear for the little outing.

Harry disappears in the shared bathroom and a moment later you hear the water running. You go around your room, picking up the dresses you voted against, placing them back into the wardrobe and then you put away your makeup you left on your bed in your hurry.

“Bathroom is yours!” Harry calls out just when you finish, you hear his bedroom door open and close so you grab a clean oversized t-shirt and a pair of cotton shorts before occupying the bathroom.

The warm shower feels nice, it’s been a long day since you started on set, Harry had a few scenes to film before you could leave in the afternoon. You wash away the day, scrub your makeup off and then take off the rest with your wipes once you’re out. You brush your hair and use some lotion for your dry skin before getting dressed and leaving the steamy bathroom.

Padding down the short hallway you hear nothing coming from Harry’s bedroom and you wonder if he’s already asleep, but once you step inside your room you see that he is cozied up on your bed, your covers pulled up to his naked chest, a pillow tucked under his head as he scrolls through his phone so shamelessly, as if it was his own room.

“Did you take the wrong turn in the hallway?” you ask with an arched eyebrow as you throw your dirty clothes to your temporary hamper, which is basically your emptied out suitcase.

“Nope,” he grins smugly, you have to roll your eyes at him. He locks his phone, dropping it to the side table, watching you move around, getting ready for bed and his eyes on your figure feel like they’re burning down on your skin.

“You know, it’s rude to stare,” you comment not even looking at him, but you just know he is still staring at you. Grabbing a hairtie from the little dresses in the corner of your room you reach back to loosely braid your hair, but his voice stops you.

“Wait,” he pleads and you furrow your eyebrows at him. “Can I do it?”

You give him a confused look as he pushes himself up into a sitting position, his green eyes are glimmering from the tiredness and the alcohol he has consumed tonight.

“You want to braid my hair?”

“Yeah,” he nods. You hesitate for a moment but join him on the bed at last, turning your back against him, giving him full control over your hair.

A shiver runs down your spine when you feel his fingers raking through your strands. He is so gentle and careful as you feel him section your hair off to three parts.

“Didn’t know you can braid,” you tell him, eyes fixated on the sheets in front of you.

“Gemma taught me, but I’m not the best at it.”

“So I’ll look atrocious?” you tease him smiling to yourself. He pokes the back of your neck with his fingers before continuing his work.

“You could never look atrocious, even if you tried.”

“And you are such a flirt,” you sigh. Over the years you’ve gotten used to his flirty act, it’s just who he is and though in the beginning your breath always got caught in your throat when he said something cheesy, now you just brush it off, only thinking about his words when you are alone in the night, struggling to fall asleep because you’re once again, thinking about him.

“M’telling the truth. Have I told you how beautiful you looked tonight?”

“Mmm,” you hum. He has told you that you looked pretty when the two of you left and he saw you walk out of your room in your black skinny jeans and flowy sheer top on, your hair loosely curled, but you didn’t really know what to say, so you just smiled at him and it’s the same now. You’re not the best at taking compliments.

“You really did. You always are.”

“And once again, you are such a flirt.”

“Complimenting a pretty woman is being a flirt?” he asks pretending to be offended as he carefully works on your hair and you wish you could see his focused face as he is trying to keep track of the sections between his fingers. At a lack of a witty comeback, you just shrug your shoulders, fumbling with your fingers on your lap.

You both fall silent as he concentrates on your hair and you manage to stop thinking, just focus on how his fingers keep brushing against your back every time he crosses two sections over each other.

“Hairtie, please,” he asks, his hand appearing next to you with his palm upwards. You place it in his hand and he finishes up his masterpiece. “There, it didn’t turn out as bad as I thought,” he comments once he is done. Reaching back you run your fingers over the braid and it feels good, he did a great job.

“Thanks,” you smile at him shyly, turning around. He leans back, making himself comfortable once again and you arch an eyebrow at him. “Need me to walk you back to your room, sir?”

“No, I’m perfectly fine here,” he grins smugly, tugging his arm behind his head as he takes up the right side of the bed.

“You’re planning to sleep here?”

“Please, don’t make me sleep alone on my birthday!” he pouts, giving you those damned puppy eyes. How could you ever say no to him?

“You better not push me off the bed in your sleep,” you mumble before getting under the covers.

You turn off the bedside lamp and the two of you start moving around, finding a comfortable pose to sleep in and you end up facing each other on your sides, Harry’s face squished into the pillow as his eyes are roaming over the hand you have laid between your faces.

His fingers start to inch towards yours until he hooks his pinky with yours, the touch sending a warm feeling down your spine.

“I hate sleeping alone,” he mumbles into the semi-darkness.

“Why?”

“Don’t you like it when there’s someone next to you? When you wake up and you’re not alone?”

“I like it, but I don’t hate sleeping alone either,” you tell him as your eyes fall to your linked pinky fingers. “Why do you hate it? You have the bed all to yourself, and there’s no chance of waking up to someone snoring or talking in their sleep.”

He huffs out a laugh as he buries his head deeper into the pillow.

“It makes me feel lonely. Which is ridiculous, because I’m never alone.”

“But lonely and alone are not the same, so it’s not ridiculous. You can feel lonely when you’re not alone.”

“I know,” he nods, his eyes watching your linked fingers intently, before he moves his hand so it’s now covering yours, his warm palm wrapping around your much smaller hand. “I’m never lonely with you, though.”

“So… you are only lonely when you’re sleeping or in the bathroom, because we basically spend every moment of the day together.” You smirk at him and see his dimple form in his cheek as he smiles at you nodding.

“That’s right. We are like glued together.”

“How aren’t we sick of each other already?”

“That’s never gonna happen.”

“You sure about that?” You raise your eyebrows at him with an amused smile, he is too sure about that answer.

“One hundred percent. You’re my favorite person.”

“Is that what you tell everyone?”

He gives you a look, but you just chuckle, sinking further into your pillow. His fingers start playing with your hand as he draws a deep breath.

“I only tell this to m’ mum and Gemma. No one else.”

Your heart starts racing at the thought of him seeing you on the same level as his closest family. You know how much his mum and sister mean to him, but you never thought you are anywhere near them in his eyes.

“You’re my favorite person too,” you whisper as your eyes meet over your joined hands. He smiles at you warmly, his floppy curls falling into his forehead and you want to run your fingers through them, feel how soft they are under your touch. Harry scoots closer, your faces only a few inches away from each other as he closes his eyes and takes a deep breath.

For a moment you just watch him, thinking how good it feels to have him in your bed. How amazing it is to end the day with him so close to you. You wish all days would end like this, you wouldn’t have another bad day with him next to you.

Lying there and watching him slowly fall asleep, his hand still on yours, the bitter thought eats itself into your mind that he is only here because he feels lonely and wanted to be close to someone, not you particularly. And though you’re glad it’s you he ended up next to, you try not to get too accustomed to the feeling, because you’re just a temporary fix to his loneliness.

The door to Harry’s trailer opens and he walks in wearing his blue dress pants and crispy white dress shirt, fumbling with the top buttons to undo them. You glance up at him from your laptop where you’ve been working on his schedule for the upcoming weeks while he was filming.

“Hey, how did it go?” you ask as he places his water bottle to the vanity and then sits in the chair he spends his mornings in while his hair is being styled and tattoos are covered.

“Good. Messed up only a few times. Whacha’ working on?”

“Just your schedule, I’ll email it to you when I’m done, though you never check it.”

“Hey, I do check it! I like your color coding. I just suck at using it and you’re always here to remind me of the important stuff.”

You roll your eyes, continuing to type away on your keyboard as he moves around, having a snack and texting back people.

“Florence is coming over for a little after we’re done. We can order something,” he speaks up grabbing your attention again.

“Cool,” you nod with a small smile. “Is she staying the night?”

“No, we just thought it would be nice to hang out a little without dressed like this,” he chuckles looking down at himself.

“What’s wrong with Jack’s clothes? You look neat.”

“Do I?” he cocks an eyebrow cheekily, placing his hands to his hips as he looks down at you.

“Yeah. It’s a nice change after all the grandpa clothes,” you tease him and he gasps pretending to be offended at your words, though you both know you have nothing against his style. In fact, you love how he just wears whatever he wants, not caring what others would think.

“Watch your mouth or you can’t wear my bode jacket again,” he warns you holding up his pointing finger, shaking it at you, but you just chuckle at him, finishing up what you’ve been working on before shutting the laptop down.

“How long until you’re done?”

“Just a few more scenes. I think we can leave in about two hours.”

“Alright.”

“You done working?”

“Mhm, for now.”

“Come and watch the filming. You’re always so hidden in here.”

“Because I always have work to do,” you point out, putting the laptop to the side from your lap.

“Yeah, but you’re done now, so come out and watch me be the next Leonardo DiCaprio,” he smugly tells you, and it makes you roll your eyes at him.

“You’re so humble, H. Is something that comes with the age?” you tease him standing up from the small sofa, grabbing your phone from the table.

“You’ll find out in a year,” he smirks back as you follow him out of the trailer, back to the set.

Later that day you, Florence and Harry are chilling back at your apartment, munching on the pizza you ordered, watching some documentary on Netflix, just enjoying a lazy evening. You’ve become quite close with Florence, her personality is a lot like yours so you got along well from the beginning, the three of you often do things together outside of set.

You and Harry are sharing the couch while Florence is curled up on the loveseat. The temperature at the apartment is always nice, but you often catch yourself feeling a little cold in the evening, but it has more to do with the tiredness rather than with the heating of the place. When you pull your legs underneath you to warm your feet, Harry notices the action and knows right away that you’re starting to feel cold as always. Reaching down he grabs a blanket from the basket next to the couch and he wraps an arm around you, pulling you closer to him.

“Come ‘ere,” he mumbles, draping the blanket over the two of you. You shuffle closer to him, making yourself comfortable at his side as he makes sure you’re fully tugged in. Then he leaves an arm around you, his fingers gently grazing your shoulder as he turns his attention back at the movie.

Glancing over at Florence you see the puzzled look on her, but you ignore it biting into your bottom lip, turning back to watch the movie though you’re having a hard time focusing. All you can think about is Harry’s touch on you.

It’s almost midnight when Florence calls herself a taxi. Harry picks up the glasses you used and volunteers to wash them, leaving you and Florence alone in the living room.

“So, what’s up with you and Harry?” she questions right away without beating around the bush.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean that you two has always been close, but now… it seems all too… couple-like.” She narrows her eyes at you, hands on her hips, looking like a mother questioning her daughter.

“Don’t be silly.”

“I’m not,” she scoffs. Then you pretend to be busy with folding the blanket, but you can feel her intent stare on you before she speaks up again. “You like him, don’t you?”

“What?” you huff with a not too Oscar-worthy expression on your face that was supposed to hide the panic in you. “Well of course I like him, he is my friend and boss.”

“But not just like that. You like like him.”

“Florence,” you sigh, just when Harry walks out of the kitchen, oblivious to the conversation that he just interrupted.

“You sure you don’t want to spend the night?” he politely asks her, but she just shakes her head.

“I’m not really up for spending the night on the couch.”

“You wouldn’t have to, you can sleep in my bed,” he simply offers and something is telling you he shouldn’t open his mouth again.

“You’re not taking the couch because of me.”

“I wouldn’t, I usually sleep at Y/N’s,” he states as if it was nothing, but you instantly freeze.

Yes, ever since his birthday he has spent way more nights in your bed than in his own, always raving to you how well he can sleep when you’re next to him and you couldn’t bear the thought of him feeling lonely, so you’ve been letting him occupy half of your bed through the nights. He usually holds your hand falling asleep and then you wake up tangled together, sometimes he is cuddling you from behind, other times you’re the one curled up to his side. He treats it so casually, like it really is nothing, he just always goes on his day when you wake up so you decided to not make it into a big deal either.

Florence gives you a wide eyed look that you try hard to ignore, while Harry is so oblivious to what he just caused with his statement.

“I uhh—thanks but I’m fine going home. Besides, I think my car is already here. See you guys on set tomorrow. Y/N?” she calls out walking towards the front door.

“Hm?”

“We’ll talk later,” she tells you and it’s a strong message that she won’t just leave it at that.

“Uh, yeah, sure,” you nod awkwardly, waving her goodbye.

You and Harry clean up together and as always, he is the first one to use the bathroom and by the time you’re done, he is in your bed, waiting for you to join him. You don’t comment on his presence anymore, part of you afraid he would stop spending the night in your bed and you definitely don’t want that. Not much is left from filming, meaning that soon you are forced to go home where you and Harry do not live at the same place so you’re gonna have to sleep alone, like you did before. Only now you are way too hooked on the feeling of having him in your bed, even if it’s not in the way you truly want, it’s better than nothing.

The moment you get under the sheets, Harry reaches out and pulls you to his side. He hasn’t done this often when you went to sleep, only sneaking some small touches, but you don’t mind him being a little extra clingy.

“Filming is almost over,” you mumble into his chest, your hand lazily resting where his ribcage ends in his chest.

“Mhm.” There’s a short silence before he speaks up again. “What about it, Angel?”

“It’s just that it’s going to be weird going home. I got used to living here.” It’s your way saying that you’re gonna miss having him around all the time, but you’re not sure if he understands the hint. It doesn’t really matter anyway.

“You like cramped together with me?” he chuckles lowly.

“Was kinda nice,” you smile.

“Remember how you threatened me to throw my shit out if I leave my dirty clothes on the floor?”

“I do,” you smirk, thinking back to the conversation where you agreed to live with him while he is filming. “Didn’t find any clothes on the floor, so you get an A for that.”

“Wow, was this… a compliment?”

“Shut up, I always compliment you!” you laugh smacking his chest gently.

“Oh, no. You don’t compliment, you just tell me when I managed not to fuck something up,” he corrects you and your cheeks are heating up about how well he knows you.

“Those are compliments in my book, don’t be greedy.”

“M’not. I love how grounded you keep me with treating me like this.”

“Like what?” you ask furrowing your eyebrows.

“Like a normal person. With you, I don’t have to be afraid that I earn something because of who I am. You give no shit about my name, you always keep me in check and I appreciate that.”

“Can’t let you have a too big of a head,” you smirk, closing your eyes. He laughs with you, squeezing you a little before you both fall into silence, drifting off to sleep in each other’s arms.

You’ve managed to avoid Florence in the past few days. Her burning look has been making you way too nervous, you know she wants to know more about what’s going on between you and Harry, but truth to be told, you have no idea what to tell her.

Yeah, I’m definitely in love with him and we’ve been sharing a bed for a few weeks because he feels lonely alone at night, so he uses me to ease the feeling while I just let him because as I said, I’m in love with the man.

No, you can’t tell her that.

Now there’s only two days left from filming, meaning that only two more nights to spend with Harry and it’s making you a nervous wreck to think about sleeping alone in your bedroom.

You round the corner in the maze of the trailers after a phone call you had with Jeff when you run out of luck and bump right into Florence.

“I’ve been looking for you, Y/N. Come have lunch with me in my trailer,” she smiles sweetly, grabbing you by your hand so you can’t escape her this time.

“Oh I wanted to call—“

“Do it later,” she simply cuts you off.

Soon, you find yourself in her trailer as she eats her burger while she eyes you with suspicion.

“So, you and Harry sleep together?”

“Well, not like that. We really just sleep in the same bed.”

“Oh, makes perfect sense, sleeping in the same bed as your boss. Very casual.”

“Don’t make it sound so weird,” you frown at her words. You definitely don’t see Harry as your boss. You do work for him, but it never felt like he stands anywhere above you, the two of you have always been equal even before you became close friends.

“You gotta admit it’s pretty unusual,” she points out and you just look away from her. “So let’s talk about how you’re in love with him.”

“What? I never said that!” you protest, but she just gives you a look that says ‘cut the crap, girl’ and you know there’s no use to try to trick her, she sees right through you. “Don’t fucking look at me like that, I have enough shit on my plate without your judgment.”

“Oh, I’m not judging you. I’m just wondering why you two are not together already.”

You practically snort at her statement, finding it quite absurd and ridiculous.

“What? You two are perfect for each other and I’m pretty sure Harry loves you too.”

“Yeah, as a friend.”

“That’s not how friends act, Y/N. He wouldn’t beg himself into your bed every night if he was just your friend.”

“He is just lonely. He doesn’t need me, just someone to be with him.”

“That’s bullshit,” she scoffs. “You two are just being idiots.” Just as you are about to answer, your phone starts ringing. Harry’s smiley face appears on the screen, making you extremely nervous because of the conversation you are having with Florence.

“Hey,” you breathe out answering the call.

“Hey, where are you?”

“Just, talking with Florence. What’s up?”

“I got an email from Jeff and I have some questions.”

“I’ll be there in a sec.”

“Thank you Angel,” he hums before ending the call.

“I gotta go. Please don’t… bring any of this up for Harry,” you ask Florence, heading to the exit.

“You’ve gotta sort your shit out. This is not ideal, Y/N.”

“I know it,” you growl under your breath, leaving the trailer. You chew on your bottom lip nervously as you march back to Harry’s trailer. You feel so confused and anxious about this whole situation and the worst thing is that you have no idea what to do about it. Telling him how you feel seems like a stupid idea, but mostly because you’re terrified of rejection. What if it all meant nothing to him? If you were right and he is just lonely and uses you to help himself, it has nothing to do with you. You wouldn’t survive the heartbreak it would give you if he told you he doesn’t see you more than just a friend.

As you walk into his trailer he is sitting on the sofa with his phone in his hands. He glances up at you, a warm smile tugging on his lips as you take a deep breath, feeling very much out of place suddenly. Unfortunately, he immediately senses your discomfort.

“Everything alright, Angel?”

Angel. This nickname could make your knees go weak in a heartbeat and you hate how much effect it has on you. Especially in this state of mind you’re currently in.

“I just…” You shake your head shutting your eyes. “Why do you keep calling me that?” you ask, sounding way more desperate than you intended to. Harry puts his phone aside, looking a little puzzled at your sudden weird act, but he seems more worried for you.

“I, uhh—“

“And don’t tell me it’s because Hey Angel is about me. We didn’t know each other back then.”

You have no idea where this is coming from or why you even questioned him about it all of a sudden, but Florence just totally threw you off with what she just said. Harry stares back at you, probably vigorously looking for the reason why you are acting up now, but luckily, he doesn’t try to turn it into a joke as always.

“I call you Angel, because you remind me of the song. It wasn’t written about you, but the lyrics match up with… you.”

“What?” you ask in confusion.

“I wish I could be more like you, do you wish you could be more like me?” he quotes the song, not singing the words, simply just talking them as he stares back at you. “I see you at the bar, at the edge of my bed, backseat of my car, in the back of my head,” he continues and you feel your throat doing dry just from the way he softly speaks, standing only a few feet away from you. “I come alive when I hear your voice, it’s a beautiful sound, it’s a beautiful noise.”

You never really gave it another thought, but now that he has told you this, it hit you hard in the chest. You weren’t expecting, especially because those lines are rather meaningful, to you at least.

“I thought of it once not long after we first met and thought calling you Angel would suit you. Do you mind it? I can just… stop calling you that if you don’t like it.”

You shake your head. You never want him to stop calling you that even if it’s not that meaningful for him. If it’s just some game. It’s great to know that something reminded him of you.

“No, it’s… it’s alright.” Your voice is small, barely more than just a whisper. It’s a little too much at once. Florence’s words are still stuck in your head, and what he just said has felt like he just gripped your heart even if he doesn’t know.

You take a shaky breath, forcing yourself to come back from this hazy state of mind.

“So, what about that email?”

“You alright?” Reaching forward he takes your hand and you try not to flinch at his touch, just smile at him nodding.

“Yeah. I’m fine.” He squeezes your hand before dropping it and he luckily doesn’t ask any more questions.

 You stay oddly quiet for the rest of the day and Harry surely knows something is wrong, but he respects you enough not to bug you about it any longer. He just stays close to you as much as he can, trying his best to take your mind off of whatever keeps you occupied.

On the way home you and Harry drop by a supermarket, buy some quick dinner, not wanting to stack the fridge when you’re leaving so soon. Then you sit in the living room, eating and watching some random movie that’s on TV. You snuggle to his side on the couch naturally, he doesn’t even have to pull you close this time. The thought of having left only one more night in the apartment makes you want to sue every little moment you have left in this bubble.

Harry makes you have a shower first tonight and when you come out from the bathroom, your bed is already nicely made, inviting you warmly. He is quick to finish with his shower and joins you in bed barely five minutes later. You move towards each other instantly, his arms curling around your form soothingly as you make yourself comfortable, melted into his embrace. You feel his lips pressing against your forehead and you almost start crying at the small action.

“Angel, I don’t know what has upset you, but I’m here for you, alright? You’re not alone,” he murmurs softly.

“I know,” you whisper. “Thank you.”

“No need to thank me. I would do anything for you, just like you do so much for me. You’ve got me.”

I wish, you think to yourself. You have him, but not the way you’ve been desiring. His hand moves to cup your face as he lifts your head so you are looking into his eyes in the darkened room, but there’s enough light coming through the window that you see his features. He runs his thumb across your cheek, gently caressing your skin and everywhere he touches you, it feels like your body is in flames. This something has been building up inside you and now you’re not sure how long you’ll be able to control yourself. And just as you think about how you really should put some distance between the two of you so you won’t regret it later, the unexpected happens.

Harry pulls you up just enough so when he moves his head he is able to place his lips on yours, kissing you out of the blue. His lips feel so soft, so fitting on your mouth, you let out a whimper when he goes further than just a gentle kiss, taking your bottom lip between his properly. It’s an out of world experience, you’ve imagined it so many times, but you never thought it would actually happen and now that it is very much happening, your whole mind goes blank and for a split second… everything feels right. You kiss him back with fever and with each passing moment the kiss grows more passionate and way hungrier than how it started. Harry’s arm tightens around you, almost pulling you on top of him and you can’t make yourself stop, not that you want to.

With a little force, Harry pushes the two of you around so now you’re lying on the mattress and he holds himself up above you, his lips never disconnecting from yours. He licks into your mouth, pulling and tugging on your lips, making your whole body go weak just for him.

But then, as if reality hit you in the head, you realize what’s happening.

“Harry,” you gasp pulling back, gasping for air. “This—We…”

“Angel, let me take care of you. Please,” he begs out of breath.

“What…”

“I want to make you feel good. I want to take care of you, please let me.” He sounds so desperate, like he would do anything for this and you are not strong enough to deny it from him.

It’s just his pity. He’s been using you for his needs, now he wants to give some back, it’s nothing more, you think to yourself. It can’t be more.

You lack the willpower to make a rational decision, so as you stare up into his eyes that appear so dark due to the lack of proper lighting, you just nod before he leans down and kisses you again.

He holds himself up on one arm while his free hand wanders down your body, touching you at places you have never felt him before. He palms your left breast, squeezing it gently and it makes you moan into his mouth before his hand moves down the curve of your waist until it reaches your sleeping shorts. Your body is burning for him and you can’t stop it from reacting to everything he does. You buckle your hips up when you feel his fingers gently graze along your pubic bone, even though you’re still fully clothed.

“What do you want me to do, Angel? I’ll do anything you want me to,” he pants between kisses as his hand moves to cup your heated core, making you moan again from the sensation of his touch there.

“I need you,” is all you manage to get out.

“I’m right here. You got me. What do you want me to do? Please, tell me, Angel,” he whines, forehead pressed against yours and his hips fall, pressing against your thigh, making you realize how excited he has gotten. His erection is hard under the fabric of his boxers, almost aching to be freed. There’s no way you can take any teasing or a long foreplay. You need him inside you now before you burst.

“Harry, I need you inside me. Please,” you whimper, almost cry, before he kisses you again, hard and demanding as he simply pushes your shorts down, revealing your naked sex since you don’t wear any underwear to bed. You grab the waistband of his boxers too and push it down until he can wiggle his legs out of them, leaving him completely naked in your bed while you still have a top covering your upper body, however he is quick to change that. He grabs the hem and starts pulling it off, your hands helping him so a few moments later you’re completely naked underneath him.

“Fuck, Angel,” he breathes out, his perfect, pink lips attacking the side of your throat, kissing and nibbling on the skin, going down to your breasts, giving the same amount of attention to both while you turn into jelly under his touch. lacing your fingers through his hair you cry out his name as you can feel him leaving a mark on your left breast, his tongue swirling against the spot he just completely destroyed before he brings himself back up so he can kiss you again and again with so much hunger, it’s hard to tell where you end and where he starts. Everything melts together and you’re such a mess in every possible way.

His hand gently reaches down between your legs and parts your shaking thighs before he cups you drenched pussy, his middle finger sliding between your folds, a shameless moan slipping from your mouth, right into his as your lips are still attached.

“So wet, I can’t wait to make you feel good, baby. Let me make you feel good.”

“Harry, just… please,” you pant, surely feeling yourself lose the last bits of your nerves.

“D’you have a condom?” he asks, head lifting up a bit so he can look into your eyes.

“I-In my, um, the makeup bag,” you try to explain gesturing towards your dresser where your makeup bag sits on top, two condoms somewhere inside it. Harry pecks your lips before pulling away from you, the lack of his weight on top of you making you shiver.

He digs into the bag until he finds what he’s been looking for, tearing the packaging open with his teeth and he rolls it on while he walks back, not wasting another moment. You cling onto him like a koala bear once he is back in bed, his massive body covering you again.

“Just tell me how you like it, I’ll do anything,” he mumbles against your shivering lips as he pushes the head in first, stopping for a second before the rest of his cock buries inside you, completely taking your breath away. He is bigger than anyone you’ve ever been with, filling up every inch of you, your walls stretching around him as he stills once he is all the way inside you.

This is it. This is the moment you’ve imagined oh so many times, feeling him the closest possible, his cock buried inside you, his cheek pressed against yours as he holds himself up on top of you. Years of yearning and endless nights when you imagined your hand was his… and now it’s your reality. And though you know it’s gonna change everything, you can’t tell yourself to stop.

Harry lifts his head, pecking your lips gently, calling you Angel over and over again as he starts moving, the friction between your legs growing with each thrust. He fits inside you so well, you won’t be able to enjoy sex with anyone else now that you’ve experienced it with Harry. All of a sudden, he has become the epitome of your whole life.

“Tell me what you want, Angel. Do you want me to go slow or fast? Tell me how to make you feel good.” His lips brush against yours with each word while you’re just trying to catch your breath, fingers digging into his back, the euphoria building up inside you gradually.

“A little faster,” you breathe out, speaking feels like a hard task at the moment. Harry picks his pace up, finding just the right rhythm that makes you wrap your legs around his waist so he can go even deeper with each thrust he makes.

“Look at me, Angel. Let me see your eyes,” he begs, his hand cupping your cheek. He runs his thumb along the line of your lower lip before he takes it between his lips, tugging on it gently, kissing you like you’re his last breath on Earth. He is devouring you, body melts together with yours, all your senses are strictly focused on him. He is all you see, hear, feel and taste.

Your gaze meets his and the way he looks at you, like you’re his whole entire world, it makes your eyes tear up. You want it to be true, you want it to be reality, you want it to be more than just about needs and satisfaction, but it’s not and your consciousness is not letting you believe otherwise.

“Oh Angel,” he softly hums, wiping away a tear that escaped the corner of your eye and ran down the side of your face. Keeping up his rhythm he kisses along your jawline, your cheek, your lips, the side of your face, the bridge of your nose, everywhere he can before returning to your lips with a hungry, passion filled kiss.

“Harry…” you whimper, holding your thighs tighter around his waist as you feel yourself nearing the edge.

“Let it go for me, Angel. I wanna see you feel good, cum for me,” he tells you, eyes never leaving yours as you are ready to burst underneath him.

“Harry, I-I need you!” The words fall from your lips as a desperate beg, arms wrapping around his torso tight, as if he could disappear from your embrace any moment.

“I’m right here, Angel. Right here,” he soothes you, kissing your lips sweetly as proof that he is not just a trick your mind is playing on you. “Are you close, baby? Are you gonna cum for me?”

“Yes! Yes!” you pant, losing control over your body and all your senses. It’s gonna be intense, you can tell and it hasn’t even started yet, you just know it’ll shake you to the core.

“Good girl. Let me make you feel good.” “So good,” you breathe out before Harry occupies your lips with his once again.

It doesn’t take long. He keeps thrusting in the perfect angle and it throws you right over the edge. Harry demands you look him in the eyes when your orgasm wash you over and the intensity of it all almost makes you cry again. You burst, lose yourself under him, screaming his name as if you were praying to all higher forces. In a way, you are, because for a moment you really think you completely vanish from this world.

Harry follows you just a few more thrusts later, falling out of his rhythm as he grunts and moans your name, face buried into the crook of your neck while you tug on his hair, the feeling of his soft locks between your fingers is like pure heaven.

He stills, but stays inside you as he looks up, his eyes filled with satisfaction and contentment as he cups your face again, kissing you long, taking his time with you.

As you come off your high and the clouds of euphoria clears off, reality sets in more painfully than ever. Your limbs are paralyzed and you feel like you are outside your own body, just watching everything happen as if you were a third person in the room. Harry rolls to the side, chest heaving wildly as he is trying to regulate himself. Once he is able to breathe without panting, he pecks your shoulder gently and makes a quick round to the bathroom. You hear water running and then his feet padding on the floor, but you can’t bring yourself to move, you just lie there, completely drained out. It doesn’t change even when Harry gently cleans you off with a damp washing cloth, throwing it to the side to take care of it in the morning. He pulls the covers over the two of you and scoops you into his arms. You manage to bring your arm up to his chest as your head rests on his shoulder. His fingers are dancing up and down your arm, his steady breathing keeping your overcrowded head grounded. And then… he starts singing so softly, it’s almost just a whisper.

“Hey Angel, oh, I wish I could be more like you. Do you wish you could be more like me?”

Your eyes shut close, the damn tears flooding again, but you keep your sobs drowned in your throat. Instead you force yourself to sleep and hope you live to see the morning, because you feel like your heart is about to give up on you.

 When you wake up, you genuinely feel like you’ve drunk through last night and now have the worst hangover. It’s like you’ve been hit on the head with a chair. You slowly come to your senses and realize that you’re completely naked in bed and there’s a body curled to your side, equally naked.

The shock sets in first because you realize, once again, that what happened last night wasn’t just a fever dream, it actually happened. And then you basically jump out of bed when you look at the small digital clock on the bedside and see that the two of you have ten minutes to leave if you don’t want to be late to the last day of filming.

“Harry! Harry get up!” you smack him, kicking the covers off and grabbing your top and shorts from the floor, quickly putting them on. The man in talk growls, just rolling to his back without even opening his eyes. “Harry damn it! We have ten minutes or you’ll be late!” you snap at him and it somewhat wakes him up. With furrowed eyebrows at puckered lips, he lifts his head up and looks around.

Those lips were kissing you last night.

“What?” he mumbles in confusion.

“We overslept, get up. We have… eight minutes left.”

“Shit,” he mumbles under his breath, finally getting out of bed, reaching for his boxers.

It’s a shitshow as the two of you try to get ready on time and though you are running just a few minutes late, the driver of the taxi manages to speed down the streets fast enough that you arrive to set just in time.

During the whole ride, you feel Harry’s burning eyes on you, but thank God, you get a call from Jeffrey the moment you get into the car and it lasts the whole ride so you don’t have to talk with him about what happened last night.

“Y/N,” he tries when you’re still on the phone and he is already done with hair and makeup, heading to set to start filming.

“What?” you mouth at him.

“Can we talk later?”

“I’m busy. Go, I’m sure they are waiting for you,” you whisper to him and he looks so disappointed, but he nods and walks away. Your heart breaks as you lower the phone. You have been out of the call for some time, just didn’t want to talk to him.

Quite frankly, you’re not ready to talk to him about what happened last night. You don’t want to hear him say that he was just trying to help you out last night, that it wasn’t anything serious, just some messing around. It was just two people trying not to feel lonely.

Walking back into his trailer you can feel your chest tightening, a sharp pain shooting right into your heart the more you think about him. It was a mistake, you shouldn’t have done it because you are the one with the feelings and now you are the one struggling with the consequences of your little get together.

The more you think about it, the worse it gets and you feel like you’re about to suffocate. You need to get out of here, there’s no way you can face him now.

It all happens so fast. Before you can even second guess your decision, you’re on your way back to the apartment to pack all your stuff and get on the first flight back home. You need to put distance between you and him, spending one more night in the same apartment would make you go nuts. So while Harry is filming, completely oblivious to what you’re doing, you pack up your room as fast as possible and head to the airport to hop on the plane that leaves at four pm.

With a racing heart you check all your baggage in and make it through security when Harry first calls you. At first, you want to ignore it, but then you find yourself swiping your thumb across the screen.

“Hey,” you shortly greet him.

“Hey, where are you? Have been looking for you everywhere.” “I um… I’m at the airport,” you answer and the silence on the other end is deafening for a moment.

“You are at the what?” he then snaps.

“I had a, um, kind of emergency, so I’m heading back home now. Sorry, I would have called you, but didn’t know when you’d be off set.”

“You fucking packed and left already? You’re really at the airport?” He is fuming, Raging. You can tell he is pacing in the trailer, vigorously running his fingers through his hair, ruining it without a care. You almost feel guilty, but then again, you just know facing him now would break you. You’ll get back to him when you’ve pulled your shit together.

“I am, calm down, alright? Not a big deal.” “You just left on our last day here without a fucking word! And when am I seeing you again?”

“I, uhh—I need to be home for a while, but you’ll be fine. I’ll stay in touch with you in email and text.”

“Fucking text? Email?” he is barking now. Good thing you are not there because it would be a disaster. “Y/N, you can’t be serious. We-we were supposed to talk. You can’t just fucking disappear like this.”

“We’ll talk, alright?”

“When?”

“Later,” you simply tell him at a loss for a better answer. Hopefully, never, you think to yourself, but don’t say it out loud.

“Okay, you’re not doing this. Don’t you dare get on a plane, I’m going to the airport right now. You’re not leaving.”

“Well, I am and you’re not coming here,” you clap back, but you can already hear him moving around, probably gathering his stuff so he can leave right away.

“Swear to God if you get on that plane, I’m—“ He cuts himself off, no idea what to really say and you just sigh, closing your eyes. People rush by you and as you glance at the big screen you see that your plane is boarding.

“Harry, just… it’ll be better like this, alright? You’ll be fine, I’ll see you… when I see you. Have fun on your last day on set.”

You end the call before he could get another word out and put it on airplane mode right away as you grab your backpack and head to your gate.

Using your time on the plane wisely, you put together a very detailed schedule for Harry so he knows everything about his next few weeks and you can minimize your contact with him. You even set up a bunch of reminders in his calendar so he won’t miss his appointments.

When you set feet on the ground again, you expect the distance between you and Harry to feel comforting and freeing, but it’s the opposite. An ache in your chest is getting heavier as you get yourself a taxi and head home, feeling more alone than ever in your life.

Your home doesn’t feel like a home. Not without that one person who could make any place your home, but you can’t see him right now, not until you learn how to exist around him without the urge to faint.

Going to bed alone is pure torture. Every moment you are waiting to hear Harry shuffling around in the apartment, you miss his little snorts when he is watching the TV, his singing coming from the shower, but most importantly, you miss having him so close to you in bed. Now that you’re lying on your own, your bed feels so cold, it brings you tears as reality sets in. You miss him. You miss him more than anything and you can’t imagine a time when it won’t hurt anymore.

The crying pushes you into a shallow slumber sometime in the middle of the night, however, you’re rudely shaken back to consciousness when you hear someone banging on your door like crazy, pushing the doorbell constantly.

“Jesus fuck,” you mumble with a grimace, pulling a hoodie on as you make your way to the door hazily, probably still half asleep because you open the door without checking who it is through the peephole and you end up staring up at none other than Harry. “What the—What are you doing here?” you breathe out, panic sets in fast and your hands start shaking at the sight of him.

Harry steps inside without invitation and closes the door behind him, a stern expression on his handsome face.

“Y/N, what the fuck were you thinking when you left like that?”

“I-I told you, it was an emergency.”

“What kind of emergency? Because I called your mom and sisters, they all said nothing happened in the family, so what could possibly happen that needed you here immediately?”

“I don’t have to explain shit to you.” Shaking your head you try to step back to put some distance between the two of you, but he doesn’t let you, taking a step forward at the same time.

“Well I think we have a lot to talk about after last night, don’t you think?”

“I don’t want to talk,” you shake your head biting into your bottom lip. This wasn’t supposed to happen, why couldn’t he just stay where he was? “How did you even get here so fast?”

“Left as soon as we wrapped.”

“Where are all your stuff?”

“Left everything there, I’ll just go back and pack it up, it doesn’t matter. What matters is that for a girl who genuinely hates any form of working out, you ran pretty fast from you today.”

Any other day you would have laughed at his comparison, but not today. You just stand there, chewing on the inside of your cheeks as you try to figure out what to do or say. You were not ready to face him so soon.

“What do you want me to say?” you ask desperately, throwing your hands into the air.

“Tell me what it meant for you,” he calmly answers and you want to shake him. How is he so peaceful?

“No,” you shake your head. “I’m not doing this to myself, okay? I need time, Harry.”

“For what?”

“So I can get myself over this, alright? I need time, I—fuck this,” you growl, feeling the tears flooding your eyes again. Damn it!

“Why the fuck do you want to get yourself over it?”

“Because it obviously didn’t mean the same thing to me as it meant to you!” you snap at him and he raises his eyebrows at you in a way that tells you “you’re stupid”.

“What do you think it meant to me?”

“Probably nothing,” you scoff rolling your eyes, but the anger that bursts from him quickly washes your attitude away.

“Fucking nothing? You think I would get on a fucking plane first thing after filming for ten hours straight just to come after you? You think I spent all my nights with you these past weeks because you mean nothing to me? You know, for a smart girl, you can be pretty dumb sometimes.”

You blink at him in utter confusion, his words knocked you off your feet. He exhales sharply, long fingers running through his messy curls as he tries his best to calm himself down. When he is finally breathing somewhat normally his wildly vibrant green eyes meet your widened stare.

“Y/N, I thought we were on the same page. What did you think it was all about?” he softly asks, seeing how shook you still are.

“I, uhh—I thought this was all just some kind of distraction. You said you were feeling lonely, I thought you were just… kind of using me. And then last night was you returning the favor.”

“Hell no,” he breathes out shaking his head as he steps closer and this time you don’t back away from him. You let his hands run down your arms until they find your hands. “I thought this was clear, but I’m gonna say it then. I’m in love with you, Y/N, have been for a long time, I was just being a pussy and didn’t know how you’d take it. But then, when you didn’t kick me out of your bed the first night we slept together, it got me hoping and it was all heading just the right direction. Then last night happened and I was so damn sure this would be our turning point but then…” He breathes out shakily again, as if the thought still upsets him. “When I called you and you said you were at the airport… I love you, Angel, but I was ready to murder you.”

You let out a faint chuckle, feeling the tears bubbling in your eyes.

“Why did you run away instead of talking to me? Did you not trust me?” he asks softly, a hand coming up to cup your jaw gently.

“I didn’t trust myself,” you admit weakly.

“Oh Angel…” Leaning down he kisses your forehead tenderly, his lips feel like soft feathers against your hot skin. “Do you need me to tell you again how in love I am with you or are you gonna believe me? You’re not planning to run away again, are you?” he teases you making you chuckle as you shake your head.

“I’m not gonna run away, but I would love to hear you say you love me again.”

“I love you. I love you so fucking much, Angel, don’t you ever think otherwise for a moment, okay?”

You nod, lips curling into your mouth as your teary eyes meet his green orbs.

“I love you too, Harry.”

“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to hear you say that,” he chuckles breathing out in relief and it makes you smile. “I would never just use you. Love you way too much for that, Angel. You are everything to me.”

“Wish I knew that earlier,” you mumble with a bitter chuckle. It would have saved you a lot of tears.

“I will never stop saying it to you.” His forehead rests against yours, noses touching as his arms curl around your frame, pulling you close to him until you’re pressed up against his hard chest. “Just out of curiosity, what were you thinking when I told you, you reminded me of Hey Angel? Because I think it pretty much gave me away, but apparently, I was wrong,” he chuckles lowly, pulling back a little so he can look you in the eyes.

“I honestly have no idea,” you admit with an awkward chuckle. “I just had a conversation with Florence before that where she called me out about my feelings for you and I was still kind of in shock. Probably took it as just your usual flirty behavior.”

“I’ll admit I do flirt some, but haven’t you realized it’s different with you?”

“I guess not.” “Angel, you are… something else,” he chuckles in disbelief before leaning down he finally presses his lips against yours. You giggle into his lips, arms wrapping around his neck as he lifts you up from the ground, twirling you around, a squeal slipping from your mouth.

“So, now you have to go back to pack your stuff?” you question, still wrapped into his arms completely and you don’t want to exist any other way. This is where you belong.

“Yeah. Had to chase down this Angel who thought she could run away from me.”

“So how are you planning to get to New York by four tomorrow when you’re still here and have to go back to pack? Have you checked the schedule I sent you? You’re not gonna make it.” You cock your head to the side with an arched brow.

“Did you just go back to full assistant mode right after we confessed our love for each other?”

“Someone has to be responsible and we both know it’s always me.”

“I’ll just hire someone to do it for me, I’ll leave to New York from here. Happy?” he grins at you as you nod.

“Very. Because this means you can stay the night here.”

“Seeing the fact that I literally have nowhere else to go, because even my house keys are in the suitcase I left back… I very much need to stay here for the night,” he points out.

“Good. Come on, my bed felt empty without you,” you giggle, pulling him towards your bedroom and he follows you eagerly.

“I can definitely help that.”

 Thank you for reading! Please like/reblog if you enjoyed!

[tealchameleon]

Hello. Do you understand the difference between an Awarded Doctorate from an Educational Doctorate? Probably not.

First, any earned Education Doctorate is much easier to earn and is not extraordinary feat since it has a followed curriculum. In fact, its a common feat. Additionally, an educational doctorate does not earn the recipient an Awarded Doctorate and an Educational Doctorate cannot be used under the Awards Section of a resume.

An Awarded Doctorate, is the opposite, it cannot be listed on a resume under Education and must be listed as an Award.

Furthermore, most people who have an Educational Doctorate (or any education) may never go on to receive an Awarded Doctorate in another field of study or receive the honorary award for their course of study or any other major Awards in their life because an Awarded Doctorate or Major Awards like a Nobel Prize or Grammys are Awarded for Extraordinary achievements. You can earn an Educational Ph.D. and never accomplish the achievements it requires to receive an Awarded Doctorate, Nobel Prize, or Grammy (Taylor has 11 Grammys, most Educational Ph.D.'s of Fine Arts have ZERO Grammy or many other fine art Awards).

Second, to understand what and how an honorary doctorate is received, you would have to understand all the extraordinary achievements to meet the requirements in the unconventional manner of performing those tasks as Taylor Swift has.

Third, you should not gripe about what you do not understand or respect when it comes to academics.

Taylor Swift earned her rarely Awarded Doctorate of Fine Arts for Extraordinary Achievements and met the requirements for the nearly impossible task of achievements to receive such an Award.

Finally, you can fuck off, forever, hater. — ME.

I’m sorry what has Taylor swift done that is extraordinary lol, besides writing extraordinarily generic music? I truly don’t give a fuck the specifics of how they work, and by taking it upon yourself to explain it you basically proved my point lmao so thanks. You said people with REAL doctorates never go on to get the honorary ones… yeah probably because they are not rich or famous… ergo, these “honorary” degrees are never given to people who’ve actually done the work, made real contributions, as they are purely publicity stunts for celebrities to further stroke themselves about how great they are, as if they can’t do that already without insulting all of academia by accepting a title they did nothing to earn. And if it’s so rigorous a requirement list, and so prestigious an award, what exactly are the requirements? Tell me the concrete, exact reqs that are needed for this pretentious award. Oh right, there are none, because it’s all made up and is given out based on popularity on not on competence or contribution or hard work.

And wow, an insanely wealthy cishet white woman won 11 awards from a predominantly cishet white group, a group that is literally based on excluding artists who do not fit their criteria of rich, famous, and profitable. How extraordinary! You’re a fucking moron lol. Learn some critical thinking before you try defending someone who deserves no defense at all. But then again, the vast majority of swifties are just rabid little minions who can never handle any sort of criticism when it comes to their mediocre goddess.

Finally, YOU can fuck off forever Bc youre the one that came after me for making a personal opinion post on my personal blog lol, how you gon deliberately search someone up to send them stupid shit and then tell them to fuck off? Again, you’re a moron lmao.

—ME, an unabashed taylor swift hater

[bronanlynch]

aa1 lawyers ranked by whose file clerk I would rather be

background: I was a file clerk at a law firm for a while and I’ve looked at so many job listings. this doesn’t necessarily reflect how I feel abt the characters, just how I think they’d be as a boss and what the state of their filing is

mia: keeps her office very organized, and I appreciate a woman who knows the value of alphabetical order, even if it does stress me out that she files things by topic instead of by name. loses a point for only knowing how to use her computer for emails because you know that means she’d fuck up every time she had to use the copier. I would still happily send all her faxes because at least she’s nice abt it and probably would give me health insurance. 9/10, sure, I’d work for her

phoenix: probably doesn’t need one because he takes so few cases and he couldn’t afford to pay me anyway. 1/10, he’s not even hiring, this is a pity point

edgeworth: on one hand, very neat and keeps written records of Everything, so there would be a lot to file but it would never be too frustrating, which is ideal tbh. he definitely knows the exact location of every file in his office and doesn’t lose them to the void. on the other hand, he would be mean to me one (1) time and I would decide that he was my nemesis and that I had to prove that I’m better than him. it would be a very petty one-sided rivalry but I would have so much fun drafting passive-aggressive emails. also, I would have no respect for him on a moral level bc of the whole ‘prosecutor who doesn’t care if people are innocent’ thing but like. the place where I used to work defended corporations I’m used to having no respect for the lawyers I work for. 5/10, depends on how long I’ve been jobsearching

von karma: absolutely the fuck not. all of edgeworth’s worst habits (mean & rich & corrupt) combined with his insistence on disregarding rules when it suits him means he would be a fucking nightmare to work for. he would give me something to send to the court at the last second that would be just blatantly put together wrong because he thinks he knows better than the judge and I would have to waste time doing it correctly and then it would get submitted late and he’d yell at me. would also pitch a fit at some poor unsuspecting fedex customer service agent bc the package he sent on friday with next business day delivery didn’t get delivered until the next business day instead of over the weekend. 0/10, I bet his job listing stresses how hard you’ll have to work and doesn’t mention pay or benefits

grossberg: at least he has a receptionist I can gossip with. would hand me a $20 bill and ask if that would be enough to buy more creamer for his coffee (a true story and not just an arrested development bit unfortunately). reminds me of my old job except without the wildly terrible stuff. 7/10, tolerable

payne: exists I guess. probably has one or two super irritating habits but the rest of the time he’s fine so you put up with it. loses points for being a prosecutor though sorry for bringing my real world politics into this. 5/10, less stressful than working for edgeworth but more boring so it balances out

lana: definitely has a very strict system for her files and god help you if you fuck it up but at least she’s consistent and clear abt what she wants and I appreciate that in a boss. same moral disagreements as for edgeworth. 6/10, depends on the benefit package tbh

gregory edgeworth: not enough data but probably fine. based on how edgeworth talks abt him he probably cares abt making sure people have a fair trial and all that, which makes him a better option than almost everyone on this list. 8/10, yeah why not

hammond: again not enough data but I think he’d be similar to grossberg but probably does too many medical records requests and those can be such a pain to scan. still gets points for not working for the prosecutor’s office. 7/10, sure I guess

[keiachi-chan]

Digimon adventure hot takes with little to no elaboration! (Mostly 02)

Warning I get VERY heated about certain things. Feel free to ask me about any of these takes if you want to have a RESPECTFUL convo about it.

Fuck 02 Tk oh my god this stupid insensitive BITCH (I'd still kiss his face!!)

DAMMIT they ruined Kari. (I'd still marry her!!)

Yolei is every 14 year old girl (And I never really liked her????)

Cody can do no wrong he could literally bash my skull in and I'd take him for ice cream after <333 This is not a hot take I just love him to death

Piedmon could've been a great ally if it wasn't for the absolutely abusive "father" that was Apocalymon. Like Piedmon was CREATED to be evil and then nobody ever told them otherwise bc they couldn't!! that's not their fault!! (Its yours >:[ /j)

SORATO MAKES NO SENSE. (Taiora makes the smallest amount of sense if you squint REALLY fucking hard.)

Given the context we get, kenyako is a toxic relationship!! First of all, its parasocial, at least at first. Its like if I ended up dating that one tiktoker who makes cute songs about her cat and rainbow slug sensory toys. I have NO clue who she is! Yolei has a celebrity crush, and even ends up more or less HATING him at some point! They hardly interact and I'm supposed to believe that they're just together now? BULLSHIT!

If Myotismon was a human he'd either be a womanizer or a child predator. The second option is mostly just vibes (and also Kay remembering traumatic events involving his older cousin.)

Devimon was hardly a villain he just seemed like a very smart dude who accidentally made his creative outlet mind control

Tk should punch Ken one more time for good measure (I hate seeing Ken hurt but smack him again)

In an attempt to make the 01 kids (+Tk & Kari) seem "more mature now," Toei just made all the ones who get screentime at all fucking assholes (except Izzy he is still perfect)

Koumi makes no sense to me!! Why???? Its just the geek/popular girl troupe how dare you (maybe its better in tri but I will never know because I will never watch Tri I think)

If Koushirou was a villain the others would not stand a FUCKING chance HE STRAIGHT UP HACKED INTO HIS DIGIMON TO MAKE IT DIGIVOLVE they would die in a SECOND

Takari is too cliche for me to even begin caring about

THE 02 KIDS ARE SO FUCKING MEAN THEY LEAVE DAVIS ON A FUCKING ISLAND AND BULLY HIM ALL THE TIME AND WHEN HE GETS HIS GOLDEN DIGIEGG THEN THEY RESPECT HIM

THIS is my most.. passionate take and I will DIE ON THIS HILL. DAVIS IS A WONDERFUL CHARACTER IN AN UNFITTING SITUATION!!

HE IS A 12 YEAR OLD BOY WHO SUDDENLY HAS TO SAVE THE WORLD, AND IS THROWN INTO THE SPOTLIGHT TO BE BERATED FOR NOT KNOWING THE INS AND OUTS OF THE DIGITAL WORLD OR HAVING THE MATURITY TO ADAPT RIGHT OF THE BAT

JUST WEEKS AGO HE WAS PLAYING SOCCER AND GETTING BULLIED BY HIS SISTER AND NOW HE HAS TO SAVE THE WORLD? AND PEOPLE STILL HAVE THE AUDACITY TO EVEN THINK ABOUT HATING HIM? BULLSHIT!!

You may argue. "but Kay!!" You say. "Yolei and Cody and Ken are more mature!" You whine. "And your art is really cool!" You compliment

Well, first of all thanks, and second of all let me make something clear

Cody was RAISED to be like that™

Yolei has several siblings and has to help run a store! Of course she has to be mature!!

Ken? his goddamn brother died dude. Trauma forces you to grow up way too fast.

Don't even get me STARTED on the angel tamers If you try to make that argument against Davis using THOSE two, who were trapped in the digital world before, you're so mean!!

Davis lived a normal life before all this! He just grew up with the normal responsibilities and household and everything of a 12 year old! He's just a normal kid in a dangerous situation! Are you going to HATE a child for BEING A CHILD? Holy fuck dude!!!

I WILL DIE DEFENDING DAVIS HE IS THE MOST REALISTIC CHILD CHARACTER AND PEOPLE HATE HIM BECAUSE HE'S NOT MENTALLY 20

Anyways uhh if I come up with anything else I'll put it in a reblog

@tangledupblue you wanted to see this post I think-? Sorry if not

Oh also this one will get me hung; I like Taishirou better than Taito. Lol lmao.

[randomnameless]

What are your top 5 "Rhea bAd" arguments?

Ooh!

5. FaIr TrIaL

Like, even in real life different countries have different views on what is a fair trial from what is not, but applying this notion to a video game who isn't concerned with this issue at all? Just to defend a fave? Next what, Rhea's importing food so she is participating to the Global Warming since the Fodlan delivery guy used CO2 to give her her precious Albinean berries?

Someone made a joke about her baking cookies and Supreme Leader calling her a horrible woman because she used flour, thus cannot be eaten by people with diabetes and I'm just... WTF

4. Rhea and Supreme Leader are fighting for DifFeReNt IdEaLs and she wants to preserves the StAtUs QuO

Rhea's fighting to protect the people living in her home, and to protect her family from mole men and a lost eaglet hell bent on deboning her and making shiny daggers from her remains.

Rhea thinks Sothis is the only one qualified to rule over Fodlan, but while she's working on her plans, she's not running around smacking people right and left for ruling Fodlan (or their part of Fodlan) in Sothis's stead.

We know Rhea didn't oppose nor sent her "sekrit army" against Leicester, which is way more "modern" than Adrestia can ever hope to be, but apparently no one cares about them. By virtue of having a republic (oligarchy?) the Church has less pull on the Alliance, thus Rhea's power is reduced to nothingness, and yet she dgaf

But I'm pretty sure this nonsense comes from the NoA sponsorised (tm) RhEa RuLeS OvEr FoDlAn...

Which was debunked to oblivion, and the game somehow seems to acknowledge Rhea has to make amends for, uh, not taking "enough" care of Fodlan when she could - is "United Fodlan 5 ever" telling us Rhea shouldn't have let Faerghus, Leicester and even Adrestia take their own decisions but should have ruled in their stead?

3. Rhea experimented on HuMaNs

This is less about giving her blood to Jerry to save him, but the whole Citrus'n'Billy issue -

Rhea creating homonculi is kind of meh, but we've posted a lot recently about what happened with Billy and how those arguments that turn about "women have no rights Rhea should have Jerry if she was allowed to save bby!billy bcs Jerry has a dick so his opinion overides Citrus's" - but it's always a kind of fallacy to compare her to Uncle dearest, and the mole people, and to create some sort of bond between Supreme Leader and Plank.

And it always fails, no matter what.

2. Rhea StArTeD a WaR and WaR bAd!

Ignoring Willy for a second...

And the fact we still don't know, to this day, how and why the War of Heroes happened...

Rhea "started" a war to get rid of the maniac who slaughtered her family to get power, brought Fodlan to ruin and would most likely slaughter her and what remains of her race if he discovered her pointy ears.

"BuT sHe CoUlD hAvE lEfT fOdLaN"

I am not sure telling someone, who is targeted because of her race, to run away and hide and never return to her home - bcs she was born in Fodlan and doesn't come from space unlike her mom - is the most sensible thing to do.

Again, this is done to draw false equivalences between Supreme Leader and Rhea, one fights a war to unify the continent and make Adrestia Great Again under her Supreme Leadership, the other started a war to get rid of Nemesis and secure a right to live for her and her family in the world that saw their births.

This is not comparable.

1. Rhea HaTeS hUmAnS

I won't tackle the old zeta post about Rhea sekritly despising nabateans because her sekrit history apparently makes them more of a target than... revealing the truth (I confess I only skimmed it, it was just so nonsensical and from 2019)

But Rhea hating humans?

When she reveals her identity twice to protect them? When she shelters them in her own home? When half of her miseries are cause by the duty she feels to those people and her inability to be a "good" guide - when she has none! - because she cares about them?

"But in Tru Piss she says she HaTeS hUmAnItY"

No she never says so, she replies to Edel with "nonsense". In Tru Piss humanity keeps on trying to slaughter her for the very serious offence of having pointy ears, but she still doesn't hate them, she is angry and sad and upset it's her second line! (not NoA approved :( ) because humans are again, betraying her and her mother -

why would she be so upset if she only hated them?

Tru Piss is the route where she meets Nemesis Jr and tells to her face she cared a lot about her ancestor and feels bad for killing his scion + she worries about "not just kill but murder women" Dimitri, his safety and is distraught when he dies (not NoA approved :( ).

Tru Piss is the route where it shines the most : Rhea loves humans, but Humans want to make golden trinkets from her bones :(

0. (because i can) Cherami Leigh does a splendid work as Rhea

Fuck Pat

Whoever wants to play too is welcome!

[nxrthmizu]

Second Place ; Miya Osamu.

fandom | haikyuu!!

pairing | miya osamu x fem!reader

w.c | 2.2k

genre | fluff

warning(s) | slightly suggestive, implied sexual content

author's note | i've been wanting to write this for a while! so here it is <3 it's not beta read and I didn't use a lot of metaphorical filling so it's not that poetic but eh Idc bc ✨ self indulgence ✨

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Once upon a time, Miya Osamu swore that he would never settle for second place again— He was never going to let another Miya score first place while he stood in the shadows. The twins had split paths after graduation, stepping onto stages where they'd never have to compete against each other for the spotlight again.

... Okay, who was he kidding. He'd be compared to Atsumu for his whole life— It wasn't like a different career would change that. Besides, his aunts were way too bored to not spin up something about him and his brother during family gatherings.

"Atsumu's making more money, isn't he?"

Well duh, he was a professional volleyball player, of course he made more money— Osamu wanted to roll his eyes in front of his aunts to make sure they understood that he heard their hushed whispers— But then again, he was an adult now, and he knew better than to stoop that low.

The comforting grip you had on his wrist also helped.

Things did get slightly better for him, though.

"Atsumu, your brother's already married," Osamu overheard his second aunt say to his twin during his wedding reception, "When are you going to settle down?"

The grey-haired Miya couldn't help but have a grin on his face for the entire night. Granted, the fact there was a silver ring on your finger also helped. You were absolutely radiant that night, and Osamu couldn't have been happier to finally be able to introduce you as his spouse.

Osamu's marriage did tilt more pressure towards his twin's way, because not more than half a year later, Atsumu caved in and found a sweet little thing to share his life with. The setter had had a couple flings here and there in his earlier years— But none of them ever lasted that long, and Atsumu had never introduced them to his brother, which is how Osamu knew that his twin really cared about the girl when the golden-haired man visited Onigiri Miya with her hanging on his arms.

If he didn't have the decency to help his brother maintain a good image, Osamu would've straight-up snorted at how tense his twin was when he served onigiri up onto their table, the shop empty with the exception of one table. It was almost like Atsumu was seeking Osamu's approval— Which was hilarious enough without the fact that the setter was nervous about it.

At the end of the night, it was as if the weight of the world was lifted off Atsumu's shoulders. Kaoru— The name of Osamu's potential sister-in-law— Got along wonderfully with you, who kept the shy-but-bright woman entertained as Osamu dragged his twin into the kitchen to make fun of him.

"Oh, go easy on him," You elbowed him lightly as the two of you closed up the shop for the night, wiping down the tables and tucking the chairs in. "Atsumu genuinely cares about her, he's making an effort!"

Osamu let out the snort he had held in for most of the evening. "I wouldn't be his brother if I didn't make fun of him."

"Boys." You muttered, just loud enough for him to hear. You had been around to catch the tail-end of some of Atsumu's previous relationships, so you could tell that Kaoru was different; In a way, Atsumu looked at her the same way Osamu eyed a nice piece of mackerel in the grocery shop.

"I heard that! C'mere," Osamu grinned, tackling you from the back. A smile burst across his lips when a giggle erupted from your lips, a cloth rag smacking him in the face when you tried to wriggle away from his hold. "You aren't getting away, pumpkin. Save your energy for later."

He wriggled his eyebrows suggestively, yelping when he was smacked with the rag again.

"There won't be a later if you keep that up." You warned, laughing when horror instantly swept over his expression. His protests echoed in your ears as you thought about how this marriage was something you'd never regret. Yes, it was rough because his business took off on a rocky road, but you knew there was no gain without pain, so you hung on and saw him through to the fruits of his labour.

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The next family meeting was graced with the presence of Kaoru, who, in turn, had been graced with your advice.

"Dress decently, do not wear black," You had warned her the night before on the phone, grimacing at the memory of your first Miya family dinner. No one had aunts more judgemental than the Miya twins. "I would suggest going with a dress. Oh, and it might help to bring a gift. A bottle of Ginseng Wine might be a good idea."

"We're here," Osamu parked the car outside the family home, subconsciously wincing at the sight of his aunts' vehicles. "... Ah. They’re here."

"I see they turned up early," You grimaced, "Atsumu and Kaoru-chan are going to have a brilliant night."

"Yup." Your husband grinned slightly at that, earning a smack for smiling at his brother's suffering. "Oh, he'll be fine. We'll mention that when Atsumu really needs saving." The wink he sent your way made your stomach butterflies flutter, but the warm touch of his fingers on your hand made them settle. "We'll be fine," Osamu's eyes softened as he met yours, reassuring you. "You've got me, remember? Worst case scenario, we'll just high-tail out of there and say we need to work tomorrow."

"Right," You released a breath of relief, interlocking your fingers with his. "Ready?"

"To see Atsumu suffer?" Osamu quipped. "Hell yeah."

And suffer did Atsumu. Kaoru wasn’t spared (of course she wasn’t—) and was judged from head-to-toe by the Miya's critical aunts. From the way they were eyeing her, you'd think they were the judges of Miss Universe instead of potential aunt-in-laws. Despite that, Kaoru braved the storm and stood strong through the whole night, her resilience shining with her determination to be with the other Miya twin— Osamu nodded his approval at that.

After dinner, the family gathered in the living room, with the elderly seated on the cushioned couches while the twins were squashed together on a bean bag (that you had to convince them to share, because apparently they were adamant about pushing the other off of it). Kaoru and you managed to snag a small corner of a couch, stifling your laughter at the sour faces of your respective significant others.

"So, Kaoru-san," Four heads collectively flinched when the aunt opened her mouth, "What's your job? Yearly salary?"

"Um, I'm... I'm a newspaper editor," Kaoru fidgeted with the strap of her bag while you resisted the urge to snap at her to look as confident as she could if she didn't want the interrogation to go on for the rest of the night. A shy, nervous thing like her would only make the predator's lick their lips at the sight of easy prey.

"Oh! That makes sense," The woman sneered, Osamu's mother not-so-discreetly turning up the volume of the television in hopes that the conversation would be drowned out. "You definitely dress with the salary of an editor."

Offence flashed across Atsumu's face like lightning, but before he could start a fight to defend his girlfriend's honour, Osamu dragged his brother back onto the bean bag and stood up.

"Excuse me, everyone," Osamu put on his practiced customer-service smile flawlessly, capturing everyone's attention instantly. "Y/N and I have an announcement to make." His eyes met yours, and you nodded, a smile waltzing across your lips.

"Mother, father," You begin, addressing your in-laws like you addressed your own parents. Encouragement swirled in your blood as Osamu interlocked your hands and squeezed your fingers. "You're going to be grandparents."

It took a while for the news to kick in.

"Oh, that's wonderful!" Osamu's mother cried out, rushing to envelop you in a hug that you gracefully accepted. "Do you know the gender yet?"

"Of course not, mother." Osamu rolled his eyes good-naturedly. "We're not that far along yet."

"That's amazing! Congratulations!" Kaoru beamed brightly, not having picked up on Osamu's timely intervention.

"Thank you." You replied warmly.

"Well then, are you going to stop working?" The first aunt shot at you, smirking, coy as ever. She knew that you weren't the type to drop your job just because of an incoming child.

"Of course not." You replied easily, "What kind of spouse would I be if I couldn't help carry the financial burdens with my husband?"

She shut her trap instantly, huffing in fury. Osamu had never looked prouder.

The family rejoiced for a little longer, and from the tip of your ears, you heard Osamu gloating slightly about having reached another milestone earlier than his brother.

"I love you," Your husband murmured into the crook of your neck as the two of you cuddled in the warmth of your bed, too far for his aunts' sharp words to hurt you. "And our little boy in there.”

“How do you know it’s a boy?”

“... Father’s instinct.”

Months flew by in a blur, and so did doctor appointments, Sunday shopping trips with Kaoru as you left Atsumu to help Osamu in the restaurant. The pair would drive the half-an-hour trip from Osaka to Hyogo every weekend. This arrangement elicited a couple silly arguments between the twins, of course, but once you taught Kaoru the stern look that would make the two settle like guilty puppies with their tails between their legs— Those arguments became simple matters to handle.

“Have you thought of names yet?” Kaoru asked you while the two of you sipped on coffee.

“I have a couple in mind,” You smiled. “Osamu won’t stop going on about how he was right. The baby’s a boy.”

“Boys will be boys,” Kaoru rolled her eyes. Then, her expression changed to a wistful one. “This might sound odd, but… I just find myself thinking, sometimes… One day, I want what you and Osamu have.”

“... A happy marriage?” You raised an eyebrow, “Honey, you’re already on your way to one. Atsumu looks at you the same way ‘Samu looks at a bowl of gyudon. Or the way I look at a bucket of mint ice cream with peanut butter…”

Kaoru made a concerned look. “The baby sure craves some odd things.”

“You’ll experience this one day.” You returned pointedly. “Logically, I never would’ve thought of eating mint chocolate ice cream with peanut butter slathered on… But cravings are cravings. And it was surprisingly nice.”

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After nine long months of waiting, Miya Tomohito was welcomed to the world. Osamu cried (Atsumu made fun of him for it before getting smacked by Kaoru— She was learning a lot from you). Both yours and Osamu’s parents wouldn’t stop gawking at your baby boy, with his little tuff of dark hair, his tightly-fisted hands and the slight cherry-red flush of his cheeks. You never thought you’d fall in love at first sight— But your son was living proof that you were wrong. From the first moment you held him in your arms, you had already given a piece of your heart for him to hold in his tiny little hands.

It quickly became a regular sight for frequent customers of Onigiri Miya to see Osamu walking around the shop, a sleeping baby boy strapped to his back. The two were inseparable. Once, you walked in on your husband having a full conversation with Tomohito, who was sucking on a spoon.

“I’m thinking of adding a twist to my tuna onigiri recipe,” Osamu said, as if he were talking to an adult and not a three-month old baby. “Do you think adding a squeeze of lemon juice will make it taste better?”

“Gwa.” Tomohito replied intelligently.

“Great suggestion, Tomo.”

“Mmm.”

“I see. We could go to the grocery store later to get some tuna and try that recipe tonight.”

“Ba.”

“You’re a genius, Tomo.”

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“I can’t believe you.” Osamu looked helpless. “You’re not… You’re not seriously doing this to me.”

“I’m completely serious.” You said firmly, having put your foot down with no room for argument.

“You’re really choosing him over me?” Your husband’s jaw dropped when you nodded solemnly. “I’m your husband!”

“And he’s my son.” You shot back instantly.

“You’re kicking me out of our bed for our son?”

“He’s sick!” You refuted. “I need him to be as close as possible to me. His fever hasn’t gone down completely yet and I can’t let him go back into his cot tonight. Besides, you might get sick if we all sleep in the same bed. Who’ll take care of the shop then?”

Osamu drooped visibly. He couldn’t believe what was happening— He had lost to a Miya once again— Now his son instead of his brother. “Fine.” He mumbled sadly. “Make your poor husband sleep on the couch.”

“It’s only for one night, ‘Samu.”

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Tomohito's name is written as 智仁. '智' means intelligence and '仁' means compassionate. I have a friend named Tomohito.

Also, when I was writing this I reminded myself to make sure I made the reader gender-neutral. That is, until I realised that I made the reader pregnant. I am an idiot.

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