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fangurk · 4 years ago

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She’s Always There (Paul Lahote x Reader)

Key:

Y/n: Your Name

Y/l/n: Your Last Name

Y/n/n: Your Nickname

Y/e/c: Your Eye Color

Y/h/c: Your Hair Color

Prompt Given To Me By @ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhghhhh.tumblr.com: hey!! so the reason I'm messaging is because I wanted to request something but can't fit it all into an ask lmao. anyways could i please request a Paul Lahote x reader where the reader has been super close to the whole pack for years and has been Paul's imprint but doesn't know it (bc Sam thought it would be best to keep u away from it all) and they decide to finally tell you about being shapeshifters and being Paul's imprint and you're so mad about them not telling u earlier and there's a huge argument and they and Paul tries to calm you down but you say stuff like 'leave me alone' and things like that and it sounds like you're rejecting him/the bond in ur angry breakdown. anyways Paul is heartbroken and can't get out of bed or eat or anything so the guys finally convince you to come back bc they and Paul need you and it's just the reader cuddling with him and getting him out of bed to take a shower and eat and he realizes that you're not going anywhere and it's just like healing the imprint bond? sorry for this WALL of text, I've just had this idea stuck in my head for a while lol. if you don't want to do it, that's completely fine!! thank you for your time ♡

ok so my guy,, bc this fic has been stuck in my head for a bit, some scenes have developed? so idk i hope this isn't too much, but if u do write it, would u be willing to add like some angst to it, obvi, and maybe a scene/part lol where when the reader tries to get him to shower (bc the misinterpreted rejection made him like super depressed and he just felt low about himself) he won't shower, because he doesn't want to come out and the reader is gone. so either they shower together (not smutty just angst&fluff) or she sits like in the bathroom while he showers LOL. and when he feels a bit better, they go down to eat and he's touching some part of her at all times. if this is too much to like,, include then that's a-okay. i just need to get this OUT of my MIND ugh lmao!/!

Reader Gender: Female

Summary: The Reader has been friends with most of the pack members for her whole life. Which is why, after months of silence and strange changes, she was willing to let them back into her life— until she finds out she’s been told lies that leave her in danger, of course. After a big freak out and two weeks of avoiding them, the boys come begging for her help; it turns out that Paul has some wolf-y claim on her, and whatever she said to him has left him worse for wear...

Warnings: Mentions of Depression, Nudity, Angst, and Cursing.

A/n: this is literally like a whole novel I’m so sorry I got carried away. this is kinda based on a lot of fics I read where the imprint has the potential to really hurt people and I named Paul’s dad.

Word Count: 2.9k+

“The legends are real!?”

Y/n Y/l/n hasn’t ever been so disturbed in her entire life.

After weeks of radio silence, Sam Uley’s little ‘gang’, mostly consisting of people she’d known since childhood, had slowly trickled back into her life. What started as a grocery run with Paul or a movie with Jared had turned into big bonfire parties including Jacob Black and his gaggle.

But that was months ago. Months. And now, as she sits by a fire, surrounded on either side by them, they decide to tell her their little secret?

“Y/n.” Sam says as she abruptly stands, eyes stern and hand raised placatingly.

His actions only served to upset her more and her skin bristles with irritation. Sam was acting as if she, a human surrounded by shape shifters, was the unstable one. As if she could do any damage to things built to kill vampires.

“Don’t you dare, Sam.” She clenches her fists, glaring right back at him. “It’s been months- months- and you’re telling me now?”

“It’s not exactly an easy thing to bring up.” He reasons, voice a little less demanding. “We all wanted to be sure that you were ready to know.”

“Ready?!” Y/n laughs mirthlessly, y/e/c eyes wide with disbelief, “When was I supposed to be ready Sam? W-when one of you gored me? When a cold one ripped me apart?”

Her hands shake as she puts them on her forehead, blinking back tears. Growing up all she’d ever heard were stories of humans getting dragged into fights between wolf and vampire, and she couldn’t bring herself to look Emily in the eye because it was suddenly apparent that wolves alone could hurt people too.

It was so bad, whatever happened to Emily, that they said a bear mauled her— Y/n didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

“It’s not like that, Y/n/n.” Embry chimes in, reaching out to grab his friend's arm.

She yanks her body out of the way and gathers her belongings quickly.

“What is it like then, Call?” She holds her bag to her heaving chest, “because it seems to me that you all have the ability to turn into giant, slobbery freaks that are built for killing vampires and, after completely dropping me for weeks, you decided to keep it secret from me for months. Did it even occur to you that I would’ve been better off knowing right off the bat?!”

No one says anything. Eight shifters and two of their girlfriends sit there, just staring at her like she was speaking a different language.

“You know,” Y/n has to clear her throat to steady her wavering voice, “had you guys really been souped-up on drugs like everyone says, maybe I could’ve handled the lying. But my life was clearly potentially in danger, and you let me hang around without saying anything. I- God I don’t want to see you people right now.”

She leaves with that, stepping over logs and storming back down the beach with determination. Faintly over the roar of her heartbeat, she can hear someone scrambling to stand behind her.

“Wait!— shit, sorry-” Paul grunts, jogging to catch up with her- “Y/n-“

With an unusual gentleness, his warm hand wrapped around her forearm. For a moment, deep in the back of her mind, a foreign feeling tells her to stop, to listen; but that small voice is quickly smothered by the rational part of her brain, and she wrenches her arm from his grip.

“Don’t touch me!” She snaps, lowering her voice, “Leave me alone- I need to be alone.”

Paul stands there, dumbstruck, an unreadable look in his eyes as she walks away. And he’d continue to stand there, looking like a kicked puppy long after her retreating form became a blur amongst the darkness of the beach.

“Paul?” Sam is hesitant, hand hovering over the younger boy’s shoulder a minute before he touches him, “You okay?”

Shrugging his leader’s arm off his shoulder, Paul sighs. “No...I...I’m just gonna head home.”

Instead of going in the directions of the cars, the wolf stalks off toward the woods; Emily stands from her seat, wrapping her sweater more around herself as she watches Paul leave. Concern is written all over her features.

“He’ll be fine, Em,” He pulls her in for a hug, “it’ll all work out eventually.”

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Y/n does a good job of avoiding them for a while.

She turns her phone off a few days in and avoids going to First Beach, even when Washington gets a rare, warm summer feel. Books that have sat long forgotten on her shelves get read and TV shows she’s always meant to catch up on get watched; it’s boring and she runs out of options, at one point thinking of dying her hair y/f/c just to spice things up, but it allows her to think. (Or at least it allows this strange little voice in the back of her head to tell her that she needs to go back to them.)

The next time she sees any of the boys is exactly two weeks after the bonfire incident.

She’s curled up on her couch, picking at some of the Clearwaters’ fish fry and barely watching an episode of ANTM, when a fist comes banging down on her door. Turning off the TV, she tiptoes to the window, peeking under the curtain as carefully as she can.

As she expected, Jared Cameron and Embry Call are on her porch, the former standing in front of her door with his hip cocked, the other rooting around in her mother’s plants for something. Cringing, she hopes if she’s quiet enough that they’ll just go away.

Her front door opens within minutes, however, and she realizes her hoping is fruitless.

Should’ve known you can’t hide from wolves, she can’t help but think bitterly.

“Y/n?” Jared calls out through the house, “we know you’re here.”

“Yeah, and you guys should probably move your spare key,” Embry tacks on, flicking the light switch to the living room up, “I've known you forever and it’s still in the same place.”

From her spot by the window, the y/h/c haired girl glares at the two boys, arms crossed over her chest. Embry gives her a lopsided grin and holds the key out to her, his bud plopping down on the couch and pulling her abandoned plate into his lap.

Y/n extends a hand to take the key.

“Has it really been in the same place?” She sounds a little more defeated than she’d like.

“Yeah, it’s always been in your mother’s cornflower pot.”

“That’s...kinda sad.” She wrinkles her nose, pocketing the key with the intention to hide it better later, “but uh, I’ve been ignoring you for two weeks for a reason. Peacefully breaking into my house kinda furthers my need for space.”

Embry scratches the back of his neck.

“Well,” He says, “we need you to come back, man. Paul won’t talk to anyone- Sam doesn’t know if he’s eating, and he won’t even get out of bed for patrol! He needs his imprint-”

“His what?” She cocks her head to the side and Jared snorts from the couch.

“She left before we got there, nimrod,” Jared mocks through a mouthful of food, “she doesn’t know what an imprint is.”

He lets out an indignant “Hey!” as Y/n walks by, snatching her plate back from him on her way to the kitchen. Embry chases after her, a grumpy Jared jumping up from the couch to follow.

“You’re his imprint— you’re basically his soulmate!”

“Really?” She says warily, sealing the fish and putting it back in the fridge.

Both boys nod clumsily.

“You remember a few weeks ago when you saw each other for the first time again and he kinda just stood there like an idiot while you talked?”

“Yeah? Oh!-” She brings her hands up to her mouth, brows furrowed as she recalls.

It was exactly Jared had said. She and Paul had seen one another for the first time in a long time and the minute her y/e/c eyes looked into his, it was like he’d been struck dumb.

Embry gives her an encouraging look, “An imprint is...It's not like love at first sight, really. It's more like… gravity moves… suddenly. It's not the earth holding you here anymore, she does… You become whatever she needs you to be, whether that's a protector, or a lover, or a friend. When you snapped at him last week he thought you were rejecting him….”

A part of her thought about how absurd it was that he knew that whole speech. But the bigger part of her came to a realization that made her stomach churn.

“So he's all depressed… because… of me?” She whispers, leaning back on the counter.

Embry, always a rather sympathetic person, opens his mouth to comfort her, but Jared cuts him off.

“Basically. So are you going to come with us so we can help Paul or are you going to continue being petty?”

In any other circumstance, Y/n probably would’ve thrown something at her for calling her petty. She felt she was completely justified in her actions. A part of her wonders if she can really believe them— they’d spent months lying to her after all. But a larger part thinks about Paul, curled up in his bed, slowly desecrating because he thinks she rejected him.

If it were really all some ploy to get her to listen to them, then she’d at least be the person who chose the well-being of her friend over a petty disagreement.

“I’m coming.” She affirms, pushing herself off the counter, and letting the boys lead her to the car.

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Jared and Embry drop her off in front of the Lahote household. They tell her something but she can’t really hear them over her heartbeat, she doesn’t even know they’re gone until it’s too late to turn back.

Getting into the house wasn’t the hard part. Paul’s father, Cyrus, had been leaving as she arrived, and, after he watched her stare at the house with a fearful expression for a few minutes, he happily let her in. The hard part was willing her legs to take her up the stairs to Paul’s room, and then it was opening his bedroom door.

Y/n has known Paul since they were eight, but she was afraid of him until they were eleven. He wasn’t mean, per se, but his anger made him do mean things; she wasn’t entirely happy with puberty and it’s monthly gifts, but whatever it did to make her suddenly un-afraid of him she was grateful for. But now, standing in front of his bedroom door, she had a nagging fear that Paul would revert to that eight year old boy who threw lunch boxes and twisted arms behind backs until people cried.

The door creaks slightly as she struggles to push it open.

His room is almost completely dark except for the light coming from the hallway behind her. Trash and dirty clothes have formed a compact layer on his bedroom floor, foot sized holes leading up to the twin sized bed in the corner. On the bed, amongst the blankets she’s sure he doesn’t need, is Paul— or at least, a Paul sized lump.

As gross as it is, she’s kind of relieved he’s been eating.

“Paul?” She whispers tentatively, stepping toward the bed.

The lump flinches and turns toward her.

“Y/n?”

If the room and the description of his state weren’t heartbreaking enough, his voice definitely was. Hollow, rough, and small, everything it never was, everything Paul wasn’t.

“Is that you?”

“Yeah...it’s me..”

She carefully steps over to the bed, and Paul slowly sits up, pushing his blankets to the side. There’s a beat of silence as she stands between his legs, his reluctant hands coming to rest on her waist after a minute. Y/n let’s him have another to gather his thoughts.

“You really came…” Tears well up in his eyes and loops his arms around her back.

She runs a hand through his hair. “I did, and I’m so sorry, if I had known—”

Paul nuzzles her stomach, “S’fine, you didn’t know, and you’re here now.”

There’s a sort of cute, euphoria lacing his voice and he’s visibly much more relaxed.

“Just don’t ever say that again…”

“I won’t, I promise.”

She’s surprised when he manhandles her into his lap, but she doesn’t really mind. He’s warm and strangely familiar and something about it just— clicks.

“When was the last time you spent, I dunno, a minute or two out of your room?” Y/n asks softly, y/e/c eyes glancing about the room.

The shifter’s only response is a shrug, too busy nosing around her neck with vigor. When he finds a certain spot, it makes her squeak, and this seems to excite him like a puppy finding out its favorite toy makes noise.

“You need to bathe, eat something substantial,” She intertwines their fingers, “and the...pack...they’re really worried about you— are you even listening to me?”

He looks up at her then and flashes her a sheepish smile, answering her question. Pursing her lips, she pulls his arms from around her.

“C’mon, Paul.” She stands up and takes his hand. “We’re gonna get you cleaned up.”

She moves toward the door, urging him forward, only to be jerked to a stop as he stays put. He looks a little distressed when she turns back to him, brows furrowed, almost like he’s in pain.

“Paul?”

He grunts, jaw clenched as the cogs turn in his head. Y/n cocks her head and reaches out for his other hand. It felt like some sort of supernatural intuition, one she’ll blame on the imprint and ask Emily about later.

“Paul, hon, why won’t you come shower?”

“I’m afraid you'll leave,” He says bashfully, “it’s stupid, I know, but part of me is afraid you’ll leave while I’m in the shower.”

Y/n couldn’t help but feel a little heartbroken at his confession. Paul was part wolf, and part of being part wolf was imprinting— she almost wishes she’d have stayed long enough to listen, or been able to focus as the boys debriefed her on the ride over because only being able to speculate how much she’d actually hurt him was eating her alive. He wouldn’t even shower, something he desperately needed to do, because of what she’d said.

Taking a deep breath, she barely registers the words she’s about to say.

“I’ll wait with you, I’ll sit on the toilet, you’ll see me there.”

And true to her word, Y/n does sit on the toilet while Paul showers, reading the information on soap bottles to distract herself from the fact that he was there next to her, very naked. Occasionally he asks her what she’s doing, and she reads the ingredients out loud to the best of her ability, and he laughs a little— she tries to hide her smile, but she was too happy he was laughing.

She closes her eyes when he gets out, letting him dry himself off and pull on some clean shorts. He throws the wet towel at her when he’s done, eliciting a “Hey!” that makes him laugh again.

Now that he’s clean, the two of them descend into his quiet house. Y/n navigates the kitchen, her wolf attached to her hip and being less than helpful, and makes them both something to eat— he doesn’t do much more than stand behind her, wrapped around her, making her life more difficult.

“I’m so happy you came back.” He says, watching her work.

“I was always going to.” Y/n responds, her voice sure and steady.

They talk as they eat, sitting across from one another at the too big table in the Lahote household. Talk about how this was going to work, admitting feelings that always lingered, and everything in between; she hooks her leg around his, watching him scarf down his meal with a wrinkled nose and fondness glittering in her y/e/c eyes.

He’s...gross...but he’s hers, she’s kind of stuck with him.

A date is planned. An actual date.

Paul promises to take her to the local diner (and to wear a shirt, for once.)

“I’ve been saving up for something like this.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, and you can get that dessert you like.”

Y/n laughs softly, but heat spreads up her neck and settles in her ears and cheeks. It’d been a long time since that had been her favorite food, but it was the thought that counted...

When Cyrus Lahote returns from work later that night his son and the Y/l/n girl are awkwardly situated on his couch— him on his back, snoring, her lying on top of him, face tucked into his neck, also fast asleep. The older man turns off the TV and tosses a blanket over the pair, ascending up the stairs with a smile on his face.

Y/n Y/l/n was trustworthy. She’s always there when Paul is in a rut too big for him to handle...

#paul lahote #paul lahote imagine #paul lahote x reader #twilight wolf pack imagine #twilight wolf pack #twilight fanfiction #eclipse #twilight wolf imagines #embry call #jared cameron #sam uley

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snellyfish · 3 years ago

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May I ask..... what is in your post game V3? I dunno how to ask this without sounding weird.

HM!!!!!!!!! GOOD QUESTION;;

I mostly only have braincells for Kiyo and Angie so not a lot of my thoughts are straying from that unfortunately LMAO, I was able to branch off a bit answering this though so thank you for indirectly helping me develop more!!

But I like to think it's the same scenario as the second game where it was all just a simulation. I know what I fantasize about is a VR AU and that "postgame" tends to refer to the survivors but literally none of my favorites survived so reality can be whatever I want: postgame Shinnaga is so canon it's unreal!! I'm sure there's probably a VR fic for them somewhere out there in the world, I wouldn't know because I suck at reading fhdjfk, but I would love to write my own someday HEH

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They'd all wake up one by one as they die and end up all in the same facility where they're taken care of by the Danganronpa team, unable to leave until they’re well again due to the contracts they signed prior to playing-- Meaning Angie wakes up, Tenko wakes up a few hours later, Kiyo another few hours later, etc. Angie jumps back pretty quick from things so she'd be already VERY excited to see Kiyo* after watching the trial, mostly because Angie like immediately caught onto what his sister really was to him (HINT: CONTROLLING AND AWFUL) and yelling at her screen saying "GOD WILL SMITE YOU ALL FOR PICKING ON THE WEAK" at everyone just calling him some incestuous freak during the trial. Angie does have genuinely incredible intuition (thanks god!) so she looks past the fact he murdered her Scarily Fast. Everyone would definitely mistrust and hate Angie even more as she tries to preach to them afterwards about Kiyo and how they need to forgive him since he’s a victim and God (most important opinion) already forgave him, but no one ever listened to her anyway especially postgame so it’s all in vain 😔

*whom might take a bit to wake up and fully acclimate again because...idk this man was boiled alive that's kinda Fucked I think all the executed would take longer to wake up because they went through more lengthy + traumatic deaths I guess? This just means even more time for Angie to sit on her thoughts about what happened to her+Kiyo yuh yuh

Everyone becomes a mix of their pregame selves and the identities they were given, they'd end up being mediocre/average (sometimes bad) at what their handpicked talent was but a lot of them still keep up doing it until they DO become good again. A very small amount of them try to replicate their killing game outfits and kinda live off the high of being what they once were and accomplished in their fake memories, like Miu and Himiko. (this also makes me think about Irumeno a bit more 👀) Pretty much every single one of them in pregame saw themselves as nothing, being disposable enough to be in a killing game (even if it turns out to be virtual), so the new identities would overpower the mix for the most part since they’re the more intensified and dramaticized personality--IF THAT MAKES ANY SENSE LOL.

--Angie absolutely never stopped her art and has a less intense view on Religion, since garnering more experiences in life she’s just be less intense in general I'd think; more open with her emotions in that she'd actually cry, but still very manic and bubbly and optimistic nonetheless. After getting help (mostly from Kiyo who deals with the same thing), Angie is able to differentiate her thoughts and desires from “God”’s thoughts and desires, YEA she still has a funky little friend in her head. She's not AS pushy especially not with her equally traumatized fellow killing game participants but she still absolutely gets her moments of intensity and assertiveness now and then if she thinks something God is telling her is absolute truth and for the betterment of everyone: she is still Angie afterall, truly believing everyone would be much happier with her God in their lives but having enough self-restraint to know everyone will just push her away further if she tries to help them in that regard. She has her moments of desperation but most everyone’s too far gone from her already.

--Korekiyo is such a complicated one--I do like to think of pregame Kiyo as transfem/nonbinary and that would partially stick into his postgame identity in some way...killing game Kiyo was Just A Dude but after becoming the mix of the two identities he'd be VERY confused, especially with the influence of his (simulated) sister's influence. (genderfluid time? :)) He'd have varying degrees of when his...sister...alter...thing...comes out, or is present in his head in any regard, she'd be gone or slowly disappearing from his mind for months at a time and he'd initially be extremely unstable about it because he feels extremely isolated and lost when he can’t talk to her, but he's got Angie by his side so he becomes significantly less stressed about it over time, learning to cope with it. Eventually he finds himself no longer dependent on sister and...has to learn a SECOND time to not be unhealthily dependent; on Angie this time. (funky little idea I’ve been wanting to draw/write about sometime...hnnrngm) They’re both miracle workers when it comes to each other’s mental health it’s kinda insane. Of course, after realizing that Sister never really existed, he harbors near-immediate guilt for having murdered Angie and Tenko once he’s alone with his thoughts, not being puppeteered by sister, realizing everything he ever did he did for HER and realizing how fucked it all was pretty quickly--he does crave interacting with his victims in a positive and healing light but he’s sort of traumatized by it all to the point he is TERRIFIED when they’re around him at first.

--Tenko ends up EVEN MORE protective and grudgeful after she wakes up, trying to shield everyone and everything from most of the blackened, absolutely makes Kiyo manage to feel like even worse shit when he's got 1 extremely supportive and loving woman he killed and 1 extremely spiteful woman he killed who might legitimately murder him in return if he’s not careful. Tenko never makes amends with Angie and becomes close with Himiko (who's close with Gonta despite Tenko's wishes (she hates him for killing Miu, local woman)), managing to keep Himiko far far away from Angie, not only for "stealing" Himiko in the Student Council but also for the fact Angie's glued to Kiyo's side--making her the second least trustworthy person to Tenko..

--Himiko is very traumatized after the game due to surviving all the way til the end, likely making her (along with Shuichi+Maki) very disillusioned and lost--unable to decipher anything from fiction or reality--it takes a long time for Himiko to really “accept” anything; tried to cling to both Tenko and Angie but ends up just stuck on Tenko, mourning the loss of her friendship with Angie while doing so. Himiko would probably be shoved away from Gonta at first as well, but Tenko felt a lot more confident in Gonta so after a long while of her aggressively trying to teach him manners and keeping an emotional deathgrip on him whenever he wants to interact with Himiko, they’d end up close friends again. Still thinking about Irumeno-- Also with the whole ~~Survivor Delusions~~ thing, I think that helps play into Himiko’s attachment and insistence to keep up her old magician identity, because she has a very hard time trying to tell what’s real n fake ykno, and it takes her a while to realize she doesn’t have her talent anymore; absolutely ending in tearful breakdowns and unending determination to find herself again by forcibly trying to improve and push herself to her limits.

For the most part Kiyo and Angie are outcasted from everyone else, a lot of that being due to Tenko's preaching but...also everyone just doesn't understand what actually happened to Kiyo and they are all deathly worried about Angie, but not enough to get themselves involved; they're scared of Angie too, afterall, not as much as they're scared of Kiyo but ykno-- They think her naivety and determination to “fix him” is going to get her murdered again, every day they’re just counting down the minutes until it happens again. (spoiler alert: it doesn’t)

I could ABSOLUTELY go off more but I really have to end this at some point so fhdsjkfds--

TLDR;; Angie (and God alter) forgive Kiyo almost immediately. Sister alter likes to disappear sometimes making Kiyo sad and unfortunately dependent on Angie. Both Kiyo + Angie help each other heal and recover from their issues. Tenko hates both Kiyo + Angie with a passion and protectively forbids Himiko from seeing either of them. Himiko is close friends with Tenko and Gonta and Maybe More with Miu.

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purplerose244 · 4 years ago

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My thoughts on Seabound!!! 🌊🌊🌊 (1/4)

SPOILERS ALERT!!!

Finally Nya's season! Our queen, our water goddess, our amazing girl gets what she deserves! 😍😍😍

What I know about the season beforehand is that Nya's powers apparently are getting problematic for some reasons? Which is a pretty common topic in other shows but it's a first in Ninjago, usually the elemental powers don't have focus and I LOVE that we now get to see stuff like that 💕💕💕

I know there should be Wojira involved, trusting The Island to deliver that little foreshadowing at the end of the episode 🤷‍♀️ Also Maya is back... MAYA IS FINALLY BACK AFTER SEVEN SEASONS YES!!! 😭😭😭

I have nothing else to say, I have no idea what this will bring, hopefully something as good as Master of the Mountain! 🖤

Alright, here we go!

GENERAL THOUGHTS

Warning reader, I might be fangirling to an extreme because I love mah girl Nya and I've been wanting Kai and Nya's parents to be back ever since Hands of Time ended. So yeah... screaming alert 😅

At this point I don't doubt that the intro is great, we reached such a level of animation and we got The Fold 😍😍 Love the marine vibe and how it's similar to The Island, because it's a great intro 👌

NOW I like the writing! Maybe they rushed the dialogue's quality for The Island to get here? It's just fun and in character, maybe it's just me but I'm enjoying it a lot for now

How many episodes are in this? Wiki says ten, then I checked again and it's sixteen like with Master of Mountain... eh, it looks good so far so it's fine whatever happens 🤷‍♀️

A BIG SPLASH

Oohhh, new villain! One that uses... flames... huh, does she know there's literally a master of fire in the ninja team? Eh whatever she looks cute, give it up for Miss Demeanor!! 👏👏

Wait... OMG IS THAT ERIN MATTHEWS??? WE GOT MACY!! ❤❤❤

Whoa, we're finding out where did the order of the vengestone from season 13 come from?? YAS! CONTINUITY!

Yep, there it is, Nya lost control... her attacks look so cool 😍

Lol that kid trying to be a nindroid and Zane being offended 😂😂 Sorry hun, you're that popular

Aaahhh, thank you Ninjago! You gave me back Nya the perfectionist 😂 I was worried her reaction to her powers wasn't going to be in character but it looks fair so far. Brings me back to Possession, my favorite season 💙💙💙

WE GOT BACK THE FACT THAT SHE CAN MAKE IT RAIN!!! YAS!!! I might be easy to please but I love these details 🤩

🤯🤯🤯 Okay they are definitely going somewhere this time and I LOVE IT, because wow. WOW. Are we actually addressing the forever questioned fact that wind and water weren't elements that Chen needed at the Tournament? Are we giving a reason for them to exist outside the main set of elements and the elemental masters?? Duuuude, season 15 don't let me stop you, keep going 😍

Mm, so water and wind are connected to Wojira (now I see the connection with the special). Are we setting the ground for a new master of wind? 😏😏 It's risky going for a Morro replacement but it's a super intriguing idea! Oooor Edgy Boy TM might come back? WHO KNOWS I'M CURIOUS ANYWAY 🤩

Love how it is universal knowledge that Nya is super indipendent 👌

YES YES FINALLY WE'RE TALKING ABOUT MAYA!!! 😍😍😍 Is it too much hoping into a Ray cameo as well?? Pleaaaase? Also addressing Krux after so many seasons, this feels exciting!! 😊

This is what I'm talking about, training, fighting scenes, show me everything that water goddess can do! 🌊🌊🌊

Aaahhh, Nya flexing her mightiness through anger, just to remind us that she is the descendant of a water master as much as of a fire master 😅

YES YES YES YES IT'S HAPPENING FINALLY AFTER SEVEN SEASON THE FIRE WATER PARENTS ARE FINALLY BACK!!! 🔥🌊🔥🌊🔥🌊 I'M SO HAPPY I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR SO LONG!!! 😭

RAY IS THERE TOO HECK YES!!!! 😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍 I shouldn't get this excited at only the first episode... WHO CARES RAY IS BAAAAACK!!! ❤❤❤

Omg Maya is definitely different from what I expected, turns out Kai's enthusiasm came from her 😂

Oh look at my flame babe 😍

He's so happy his parents are here, he's a total family man ❤❤❤

Nya is maaaaad... 😅

THERE SHE IS

WELCOME BACK JILLIAN I MISSED YOU 💚💚💚 Would it be too much having a "Your voice sounds familiar" moment with Maya and Lloyd? 😂

I'm so stoked for this! I want all the interactions I've missed for all of this time, asap!! HECK yes!! 😍😍😍😍

Oh, are we looking over the Miss Demeanor, vengestone situation? Mm... for now at least... WHO CARES FIRE WATER PARENTS!! 🔥🌊🔥🌊🔥🌊

THE CALL OF THE DEEP

Imma just slow clap for The Fold because this is another amazing intro, one of those things in this show that stays awesome no matter what happens 👍👍

So Maya gave Nya her discipline and perfectionism, but not the passion behind it 😂 I like this, it's not your conventional master of water, although I'd say it's different from the impression she gave me back in HoT. Maybe this is how she is when she's not trapped for fifty years? 😅😅

Is it too much asking for Kai and Ray bonding while the water women get the work done? 😅😅

Is this the sequel of Green Eggs and Ham?

Green Pancakes and Ham? 😂

Oh it's seaweed nevermind... at breakfast? I'm all for sushi rolls but this is a little 😅 Although since Maya missed their childhood she probably never cooked meals for them... how did I get myself sad 😢

Whoa, Maya is a strict teacher! I got flashbacks from my first and only dance lesson, teachers nitpicking every single pose, uuurrrggg I feel ya waterlily 😡

Again, not a fan of Misako, but coming from her the whole speech about wanting to be there for her child makes a lot of sense

Yes. YES.

YEEEEESSSS KAI AND RAY FAMILY BONDING THIS IS EVERYTHING I'VE EVER WANTED I'M GETTING ALL OF MY WISHES GRANTED FOR THIS ONE ❤🔥❤🔥❤🔥❤🔥❤🔥❤

AND MY FLAME BABE IS SO GLAD HE GOT HIS PARENTS!!! 😭😭😭

Lol with Kai's new hair they look even more related 🤣

Ray also sounds so happy he gets to have his moment with his son 😢 I feel so blessed in this moment 👍

Also this scene makes a lot of sense. Nya grew up to be indipendent, one that succeed in most of stuff without problems, she built her life without any help and doesn't look for it. Kai grew up more insecure, he got some walls up but loves to take care of others and be taken care of. With a childhood lost he looks forward to a bit of softness ❤❤

Did Maya make real bacon for that sandwich? Do I smell some favoritism? 😅 Or maybe she really wants Nya to get onto the water mind setting idk 🤷‍♀️

Little tiny complain, why isn't Jay doing the fixing? Did he give up mechanics completely? It feels like we haven't seen him do tech stuff in so long, I miss techy boy in action 😞

And no, having to check on the bathroom doesn't count 😅

Aww robot date 💜🤍💜🤍

AAAHH ROBOT DISASTER 😱😱😱 ZANE DANG IT YOU WERE DOING SO GOOD NOT TRYING TO DIE IN THE LAST TWO SEASONS!!

Oh that was weird, weird magic purple wave thingie?

I DID NOT ASK FOR A SEASON WITH A BEST GIRL AT THE EXPENCE OF ANOTHER BEST GIRL PIX DON'T YOU DARE DO THIS TO ME 😱😱😱😱😱

"Well this is troubling." I love this samurai so freaking much 💜💜💜

GUYS THIS IS ONLY THE SECOND EPISODE, I'M A LITTLE SCARED NOW 😢

Okay Nya admitting that something's wrong looking so apologetic, girl you don't need to do that you already own my heart 😭

Alright, I'm guessing this is Wojira's power or something, and they will have to go down below and find out why... just throwing this in, maybe Maya did something? Because she wanted to finally be with her family and needed an excuse? JUST A THEORY WITH NO BASE I REALLY HOPE I'M WRONG!!!

Okay, two episodes and I'm BEYOND engaged, let's keep it up! 😍

UNSINKABLE

Getting an idea how this episode might end already 😂😂

Look, I love best girl Pixal, but I'm kinda sad that she seems to be the only one tinkering at this point. Like, I saw Nya fix little stuff, while Jay dropped engineering altogether, I miss my engineers team 😭

Aww, the guys didn't want to crush Pixal's dream of an unsinkable boat 💜 But honestly yeah, I agree with Cole, this might end badly 😅😅

Thank goodness

I was worried they forgot about Jaya ❤💙❤💙 Jay is such a cutie omg

Nya: Mm, going on a potentially dangerous mission with unstable powers in the heart of my element or... mom's tofu pancakes... *yeets herself over the ship*

I'm making too many screenshots of the Smith family... WHO CARES THEY ARE BACK AND THEY ALL LOOK SO GOOD!!! 😍😍😍😍

Aww Ray wants to play with his son and his friends so CUTE ❤❤❤ Still can't believe they play Prime Empire after everything that went down 😂😂

Whoa whoa whoa, Kai and Cole are sitting this one out? That's actually interesting, I'm pretty sure I saw Cole's scuba suit in the sets though so I didn't expect it... lol it's actually kinda fair that the two that used to be afraid of water aren't going 😂😂

Bet Kai is happy to stay behind because he gets to spend time with his dad 😭

Also studying the fire elementals?? Uhm, yes please?? TELL ME EVERYTHING ABOUT MY FLAME BABE!!! 😍😍😍😍

I'm sure this one scene...

... made so many lavashippers happy ❤🖤❤🖤 Cole you got Ray's blessing

Ninja team acting cool while Jay is being Jay, it's how it always goes, it's the entire show's description and I absolutely love it 😂 That wink though 💙

PIRATE ZANE IS BACK 😂😂😂 Haven't seen him since Possession, and this time he's not even malfunctioning 👌 Pixal is so done with his dorky boyfriend 😝

Of course Jay already has a ghost butler theory going on 😂

OF COURSE IT'S MAYA 😂😂

To be honest muffins would sold me too 😅 Not sure if she will make them out of tofu again though...

It's actually really interesting that we still haven't met the actual enemies, it does build up excitment! Very curious about these squid guys 👍

Well what do you know, the Unsinkable sank. Who would have thought?

... yeah same, sorry Pix 😅

FIVE THOUSANDS FATHOMS DOWN

Aaaahhh, Nya fixing stuff! That's more like it!! 😍😍

Oww, that one speech, I've been waiting for so long for that! Maya just wants to catch up with her daughter and it's not her fault she was separated from her children, but Nya did everything on her own with Kai. Only fair she isn't seeking for her help right now... still sad 😢

Pff, with this ninja team there's not a moment of privacy 😂😂

Maya cleaning his future son-in-law's laundry what the HECK 😂😂😂 To be fair Jay has a bit of a history of having to change underwears during sea travels 😝

Zane was attached to a battery? When?... are you talking about that one scene in Prime Empire? Cause that's not really a flashback I wanna ha- whoops never mind got the flashback 😱

Maya looks more calm now, I think she's trying to act more reasonable and she's got good points 👍 I know people were a little weirded out by how more cheerful she looks in comparison to Hands of Time, but I think she gets the most serious and rational when time needs. That's actually fascinating of her 🤔

CALLING OUT AN ATTEMPTED MURDER

THIS GIRL IS TOO GORGEOUS MY HEART CAN'T TAKE IT 🤩🤩🤩 Like my gosh that smirk, what the heck Pix 💜💜💜

Okay but Jay looking at Nya until the doors are completely closed?? CAN YOU FEEL MY JAYA HEART BEATING?? ❤💙❤💙

Whoa green gas I thought this was Nya's season 😂

MAYA WHY ARE YOU SAYING THIS STUFF YOU'RE SCARING ME 😱😱😱 I SWEAR LEGO IF YOU BROUGHT BACK WATER MOM JUST TO KILL HER OFF I'M GONNA SUE YOU 😭😭😭

I really REALLY like the atmosphere of the entrante of the temple! Super sealike and ancient! 🌊🌊🌊

Maya: off we go, into the spooky old temple! (Why does it feel like something Kai would say? 😂)

Oh gee, someone sleeping in the deep, who could that be? Coff Wojira coff

Whoa the jellyfishes look pretty lifelike!

HERE HE COMES

WELCOME BACK GILES!!! ONCE AGAIN ON A LEGO SHOW I MISSED YOU SO MUCH YOU AND YOUR GODLIKE VOICE!!! 😍😍😍😍 Gosh he's a villain but he's got Clay's voice, how can I even try to hate him?? 😅

Alright, knocking down my water girls, that is pretty hateful material... BUT CLAAAYYY 💙💙💙

So they need the two amulets to wake up Wojira? Isn't one on the island? Fire dad and son coming to the rescue? WHO KNOWS BUT I'M ENJOYING THIS A LOT SO FAR KEEP GOING SEABOUND 😍😍😍

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purplesurveys · 3 years ago

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What happened last night? I passed out at like 10 PM lol. It was a draining work week and I also had so. much. food. for dinner that the only reasonable thing to do after was sleep.

Who is the last boy you hugged? I’m not sure...maybe Hans? I most likely just put an arm over his shoulders though, as opposed to a full bear hug.

What was the last thing you thought? Tried to remember what happened last night so I can answer the first question.

What are you thinking about right now? That I should clean my glasses because all I see are smudges lol, but I can’t seem to find the cleaning cloth for it at the moment.

Would you have sex with the last person you sent a message to? No, plus she has a girlfriend so that would just be a very messy situation.

Would you consider yourself spoiled? In terms of me and my siblings yeah, I was probably the most spoiled. My parents allowed for it as long as I was giving them good grades, but they also knew when to be practical and call me out if I was starting to show brattiness.

What was the last text you sent? I was just asking Kata if she would be able to present for one of our client meetings or if she needed me to take over the meeting for her, since her internet was being unstable.

Do you break things when you are mad? I hurl things but always make sure they land on something soft lol.

If you could run away to any place, where would you go? Some remote island in like Siargao or Palawan where I can have the sea to myself for a couple of days.

Whose hoodie did you last wear besides your own? I don’t really like wearing other people’s clothes.

Did something happen today that made you angry? Hmm, none yet so far.

What did you do today? So far I’ve just done my homework, made a Powerpoint, and attended my Korean lessons. I’m actually learning a lot and it’s so fun! The two-hour session doesn’t feel like two hours at all.

What did you do Friday night? Last night I had jjajangmyeon, tangsuyuk, and a big-ass corndog because I deserveddd a feast after the long work week lol. I tried to stay up and watch Run BTS too, but I was just so exhausted so I allowed myself to sleep early.

Are you afraid of losing the last person you talked to? We’re not the best of friends and I haven’t even met her in real life yet, but Kata and I have built a solid enough relationship in that I would be sad if she resigned or if I suddenly didn’t have to work with her anymore.

Are you lying to yourself about something? Possibly. Idk, I don’t really get introspective all that often.

Is your bed comfortable? I mean it’s comfortable but recently I’ve been thinking about just replacing it with an L-shaped sofa since I find couches infinitely more comfortable. They’re big space savers too...so we’ll see, hahaha.

Does it take a lot to make you happy? Nooooooo I smile easily at a lot of things.

Your best friend says to you now, “lets go to a party and get trashed!”? I will probably reply with a snarky-ish but still lighthearted comment on how she seems to think there is no pandemic around, and politely decline.

Who knows mainly all of your secrets? Angela. And I guess Gabie, too. Can you go a day without thinking about the person that’s on your mind now? I’m not thinking of anyone.

What were you doing at 1 in the morning? Passed out.

If someone looked ON your bed, what would they find? The workbooks for my Korean lessons, my notebook, pillows, hoodie, phone, tumbler, and Tata plushies. It’s a bit crowded there right now hahaha.

Were you single over last summer? Summer of 2020? Nope but it had also been a quickly deteriorating relationship by that point.

Has anyone ever told you you have pretty eyes? I don’t think so.

Have you ever been awake for 48 hours straight? I don’t think I’ve ever gone that far. Maybe 30, 32-ish hours but not two days straight.

How many different people of the opposite sex have you cried over? Three - my grandpa (when he died), Nacho (when he died), and my dad (whenever we had to drop him off at the airport).

When you think of the rainbow, what pops in your head? Either Pride or J-Hope.

Is the person you last texted single? She is in a relationship.

Was last night terrible? No, just terribly uneventful.

Do you consider yourself lucky? In some ways, yeah. It’s things like being lucky to have a roof above my head, to have a full-time job during a pandemic, to have a constantly-stocked pantry, etc. I don’t really like using the term ‘lucky,’ though.

Are you ever a freak about cleanliness or organization? Cleanliness not so much, but I am a control freak about keeping things organized, yup.

Are you wasting time on the person you like? I’m not into anyone.

#survey #surveys

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lucidpantone · 4 years ago

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Hi :) Idk whether you're the right person to ask but I like your blog and asks and you're quite popular so I think it may get more attention. Here's the thing. In my real life I have never met anyone with depression/bipolar disorder (that I know of). So my experience/knowledge is very much based on the internet/movies/TV and well, SKAM and its remakes. I am aware that SKAM doesn't portray MI 100% real because it's still a show (or at least I think so, dont quote me on that!). However. Recently, I stumbled upon an interview somewhere on the news with a psychiatrist about bipolar disorder. She said she has been working with many patients with it. And she said that bipolar is not really manic vs depression. She said (and claimed that ALL of her many patients agreed with her) that bipolar looks like this: 94% of time severe depression, 3% mania, 3% 'normal' life. I have to admit that this really shook me. And I think you will agree it's a completely different scenario that SKAM or wtfock or SKAM France portrayed. I'd love to hear your opinion and also I'd be very grateful if you published this so more people who have more experience/knowledge on the subject can speak out too. Thank you! 😊😊😊

hey!(disclaimer this is super long) So funny enough I can kinda help answer some of this anon from my own experience but not from a medical experience or from the experience of the person who suffers from bipolar disorder. I have commented before that my roommate of 2.5 years has bipolar disorder and tho we don’t live together anymore living with him I got to experience first hand what those ups and downs that the Even character talks about 1st hand. Take into mind MI’s manifest differently for everyone no one manifestation will be the same. For example a study ran by a psychiatrist examining a sample group of people living with Bipolar you need to closely exam the participants. Are these participants homeless? or come from unstable families or environments? Then a continuous state of manic depression is also being influenced by environment. Environment plays a big part in how an MI impacts you. Why do you think routine is so essential for a lot of people, it creates stability so without knowing the nuances of the study I would just take that study as one of many studies and ultimately try to consume a large number of research findings to form the most informed opinion. Ok so personally from my experience living with my old roommate no he was not always depressed or suffering from an episode. I would say for the most part he was a functioning adult but yes they were aspects of his bipolar that effected his normal life. My old roommate was diagnosed at 17 when we moved in together he was 30. So he knew his disease really well. My old roommate was also an avid recreational drug user but he would not mix his meds and party stuff. He knew better by 30 as he had done that a lot in his 20′s and came to realize thats when he lost control.

So for the most part this was the routine of my roommate’s MI he would be good for awhile and take his meds and everything would be fine for the most part.Then he would decide to stop taking his meds usually it was triggered by a festival/concert in town or something along those lines. Then he would never get back on his meds this would last for a little while and then he would spiral. My roommate was very aware that without his meds it wouldn't take long to start exhibiting signs to the point that I could tell when something was off. Yes the manic episodes were irrational and disorganized but my roommate was pretty harmless to anyone else manic he was just super high on life for example he woke me up at 2am once because he just “needed” to go for a run. Or he brought a white school chalk board because he would get these urges to write on our walls and his gf would freak so he brought this chalk board and put it on the wall and when he was manic he would go to town. He also wanted to spend money like crazy. Luckily he was a trust fund kid so he had it but he would go in and buy a ton of shit he didn't need. Now when he was down its was different sometimes he was down because the recreational drugs would exhaust his brain and then all hell would break loose coupled with the bipolar.I wasn’t sure if he was manic or just down off synthetics or a bit of both. I did witness an organic depressive episode once tho and for my roommate he would get really nasty. Like say shit that was super hurtful to get under your skin and also he would hate anything and everything and god forbid you said something like its a “pretty day” he would be like “I hate this day. f*** the sun”. It would usually be a 2 week down period but the most intense portions of his episodes were only a 2-4 days because then my roommate would cave and call his therapist (he has been in therapy his whole adult life) and they would create a new “plan” and that means his meds. It would take about two weeks for the meds to finally regulate him and then he would be fine. A lot of my roomies episodes were self induced because he would stop his meds but when he was on meds he was fine he had moments he was blue but nothing he couldn't manage. So personally I would say every 6 months for two weeks he would experience an episode but once again it was self induced. Also my roommate was 100% responsible for triggering himself at times via his partying. He is not an idiot he knows the consequences he has had bipolar since he was 17 he knows how his brain works(he is highly aware that he is someone that will live medicated for the entirety of his life) I just think human nature gets the best of us sometimes. However I will say my roommate is one of my closest friends. I love that kid. He is married now and just had a kid. He doesn't party anymore but you know organically he will one day have an episode but for the most part once you live with him you sorta of get use to it. Its just something that happens every few months. So just plan ahead and learn to communicate a lot but once again my roommate is 30 he doesn't hide his bipolar he owns it he will even tell new friends like “hey one day I may be acting weird its probably my bipolar flaring up” (like its fucking allergies or something) but he is so use to it by now he has been living with his diagnoses so long. So you just know as his friend that eventually you will catch him during a time when it’s flaring up. Also for me I got to know him well enough I also knew when it was happening. They are signs but once again for the most part we just lived day by day like normal as long as he took medication. Oh and for my roommate personally he has only ever experienced 2/3 “dark” episodes meaning he checked himself in for his own personal safety. I hope this long explanation helps!

#lucidpantone anons

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teatoohottohandle · 3 years ago

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Youngest femme child

It is something about being the youngest femme child in a family... There is some magic here. Especially if you are someone who actively chooses to challenge familial and societal norms about what it means to be the youngest child, toxic family habits and patterns, and to be perceived as a woman/ feminine.

CW: therapy, mental health, toxic family, gaslighting, manipulation, emotional abuse, childhood trauma

I recently told my mother that I'm going to therapy to figure some stuff out, especially to calm down with this situation with my sister who's narcissist and has been gaslighting me/ bullying me for decades. She immediately questioned me, "Why bother going to therapy? Why? Why? Why?" I told her repeatedly that it was for my healing, it was for me. I wanted to heal from this family and better understand myself and how I was showing up or wasn't for the family.

It felt invalidating, as always, to talk with my mother about mental health and the need for therapy as I try and figure out how to heal.

Last night, I had a deep and intense conversation with my friend Z. We talked about what it means to love family. For Z, her family is willing to back her up no matter what. They're ride-or-die, which can be considered toxic imo because in some ways, it's unconditional love, which shouldn't really exist or be a thing. Love should be conditional because love requires respect, autonomy, honesty, trust, and responsibility. Lacking any of those for a sustained time or disrespecting those values means that there's a lack of love for the person. It means love has left the room (imo).

Fundamentally, Z and I disagree about loving family. For Z because her family is willing to back her up no matter what & would be willing to help her if she were in extreme dire circumstances, Z loves her family. For me, however, I cannot love my family because my family doesn't trust, respect, or take responsibility for their actions against/for me. I have early memories of going to bat for my siblings, but my siblings never backing me up. Rather, they'd side with my parents and altogether, they'd take me down and make me feel like I couldn't have opinions, thoughts, or voice those to the family.

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I've been repeatedly called arrogant, selfish, and bossy for having and setting boundaries from family. I've also been called bossy for having preferences (outside vs inside clothes). When I've asked my mother how I'm bossy, she told me, "You just are." Now compare these two interactions side by side with how she kept asking me why I was going to therapy and how I'd tell her it was for me & my healing. Which she'd repeatedly ask, "Why? What's wrong with us that you need to go to therapy?" [Lol idk manipulation???] These are all small things (maybe to you), but it adds up. My family made me feel like I was overreacting to everything, like I was being prissy for no reason. In reality, I was just setting boundaries for myself, which of course they couldn't stand.

Manipulative families love to manipulate.

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I told Z about how I wanted to punch my sister and threatened to because of how much she had pushed me. Z immediately understood, but my mother freaked out. My mother said, "You think you're unsafe? Your sister isn't threatening to hit you like how you did." Z said, "Nah, it got to that point where you needed to let that anger go." I felt validated for being angry, for being upset at my family.

This journey of ignoring the narcissist in the family is extremely painful. I am someone who says things, speaks the truth, wants to have a conversation. My sister repeatedly told me I was a crybaby and my mom told me that I needed to calm down. Nobody in the family recognizes how Lisa is abusive and gaslights me into believing that she's not being abusive. That I'm the crazy one.

And sometimes I really do feel like the crazy one, that I'm emotionally unstable.

But I think about how as a child, I was afraid of saying anything to Lisa. Telling jokes and poking fun was an absolute no. I would get reprimanded, Lisa would shout at me and tell me I had an attitude problem. And actually I've heard her repeatedly accuse our other siblings for having attitude problems, but she never looks inward at her own attitude problems. Her own insecurities.

For things that we couldn't do, like skip out of a family road trip to Canada one year, Lisa could. My mom has always allowed Lisa an out. She's given her many opportunities and often "sides with" Lisa, although it doesn't bother me that my mom chooses sides.

Even as I'm writing this, my mom is joyous with Lisa and Vincent. And hardly acknowledges me and Lucy. It doesn't bother me, however. As much as I loved my mom, I also cannot give or dedicate more energy towards abusive family members / family members who allow abuse to happen.

Although something Z and I talked about last night was also how I wasn't even quite ready to understand myself in this situation. I agreed with Z. Right now, I feel strongly that I'm in crisis mode and my brain is impacted by being and feeling triggered. We talked about how I will definitely feel differently when I get some more physical and time space away from this situation. I agreed wholeheartedly.

Until I receive that time and space away from family, I will be trying my best to go DEEP and avoid defending, engaging, explaining, and personalizing the violence that's going on in the household right now. I will do my best to avoid, ignore, and focus my energy elsewhere.

#asian american family dynamics #youngest femme child #femme #feminism #children #child-like

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bonesgadh · 5 years ago

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My thoughts on the final season of Orange is the New Black:

Obviously, some heavy spoilers below:

If you ask me, Piper’s storyline outside Litchfield was, for the most part, a complete waste of time. Instead of having her getting stoned with her brother or going to that pointless retreat, why didn’t they have her doing something productive like helping other former inmates or writing her book?

Speaking of the book, I’m high-key disappointed they gave the memoir storyline to Judy fucking King. Call me cheesy but I was looking forward to the show ending with Piper writing her book just like she said she would in season 6. Such a missed opportunity.

I really, really wanted Taystee to be cleared of Piscatella’s murder. I don’t understand why they gave so much importance to Suzanne writting what really happened and Taystee showing the text to her lawyer if it wasn’t going to make a difference in the end. Chekhov’s gun, anyone?

I’m so relieved she didn’t kill herself. I guess as long as there’s life there’s hope fucking Cindy will confess the truth and justice will be served. In the meantime, I was happy Taystee found a new meaning to her life and decided to help other inmates have a better shot at rebuilding their lives after prison.

Daddy’s death caught me by surprise. That said, I didn’t notice her absence at all for the reminder of the season. I guess she was a one-hit wonder character.

I have the feeling they had no idea what to do with Frieda so they just had her do weird stuff like accumulating trash.

Thank Christ they got rid of Badison so early in the season. Cringiest, most annoying character in the history of television.

Aleida is so stupid lmao. I get she wanted to protect her daughter from that pedophile but she fucked up. I was rooting for her to rebuild her life and I was disappointed at her.

I liked Suzanne coming to terms with her sentence and being more comfortable around people and making new friends. It’s what she deserves.

Why is Cesar out of jail? Didn’t Aleida say he was supposed to stay there until he was an old man?

So Yadriel isn’t Pepa’s biological father?

Shani, man. Her relationship with Nicky was so cute and you could tell she was different from Nicky’s other flings. She didn’t act like a stallion around her, she was sweet and considerate with her and her backstory was very sad. I’m pissed they weren’t endgame because they made such a good couple.

There was no need to kill off Lorna’s baby. That was unnecessary roughness.

What happened to Maritza left me devastated. That final sequence of her getting into the plane and all the other women who were deported as well slowly disappearing until there was no one left gave me fucking chills. It was tough to watch but it had to be done to make a point of how a good portion of the immigrants who get deported are young adults who have never lived anywhere else besides the US, but still they are not considered citizens.

I absolutely adore Fig. Her character development was one of the best in the show. Also I LOVE HER RELATIONSHIP WITH CAPUTO OMG.

Piper’s sister-in-law is annoying af. I bet she is one of those anti-vaccinations freaks.

Alex looked so damn hot in her flashback oh my god.

Goodall is adorable! For real, what a gorgeous baby.

I was not expecting CO Fischer to make a comeback.

Healy is still a piece of shit.

I can understand why Piper developed feelings for Zelda. She represented the potential life she could lead now that she was a free woman, the opportunity to start over and leave prison behind (like Sophia advised her to). However, there wasn’t anything exciting about being with her, it was way too safe and that’s the exact opposite of what she had with Alex.

Polly is even more annoying than she was before but Larry didn’t get on my nerves this time around, which surprised me. Maybe because his little prep talk is what pushed Piper to follow Alex to Ohio or maybe it was the nostalgia. Idk, but they brought him back in a nice way.

I felt really bad for Vinnie. He wasn’t only grieving for his son but he also had to see Lorna fall into that complete state of denial.

Sophia’s comeback was everything. She looked like a goddess and she seemed so happy and in control of her life. I thought we wouldn’t see her again after she got released from prison but I’m glad they managed to bring her back even for a couple of scenes.

Totally random statement but Piper looked very attractive at the benefit gala and the morning after. I don’t know if it was the hair or the way they did her eyes but she was smoking hot.

Danielle Brooks is the best actress in the show. Don’t @ me.

McCullough is the archetype of the psycho ex. I legit thought she was going to shoot Piper when she confronted her at her house.

Alex knows Piper so damn well. She is aware of the fact that Piper tends to run away from stuff when things get complicated and her choosing to have an affair with McCullough was her way to try to protect herself. Then again, I really thought they had moved on from that phase.

Fig lying about being pregnant to help that woman get an abortion was such a strong moment. Also her calling out the double-standard of the guard who was opposed to the woman aborting but wanted her to get deported? Legends only.

Lorna is such a racist but I can’t bring myself to dislike her. If anything I’ve always felt a bit sorry for her.

Linda is such a bitch.

Tamika was the only warden who actually cared about making a difference. I’m sad she got fired because of something that wasn’t even her fault but her good deeds made a profound impact.

McCullough is so damn unstable but I can’t blame her for developing such strong feelings for Alex. She’s quite irresistible.

Alex acting all unattached and cold as she was breaking up with Piper was painful to watch. I knew it wasn’t real but for a hot second I thought that was it for them.

The ICE storyline was out-of-this-world amazing. So powerful and brilliantly done, quintessential OITNB.

If you had told me six years ago I would cry like a baby with Pennsatucky’s death I would have laughed at you.

But for real, POOR PENNSATUCKY. I’m sorry she had to die for Taystee to stay alive.

Because of the ‘a fan-favorite character dies in the final episode to mark the end of the show’ trope I had the feeling they were going to kill either Red, Alex or Taystee. I was legit surprised when the final death was revealed to be Pennsatucky.

That Poussey flashback had me in tears.

Alex and Nicky’s goodbye scene was so sweet and I love they talked about eventually reuniting. They were my brotp.

What Larry told Piper when she visited him at his place was very interesting. When Piper told him she loved Alex he told her he believed her, but that he also thought she loved what Alex represented. I believe that was true at some point—well, for most of the series—and, unconsciously, Piper believed that as well. But, if anything, what they went through in season 7 helped Piper realize she did want to be with Alex. The extra limb analogy was amazing and I don’t think Jenji could have picked a better way to explain their relationship.

Hellman is the new warden? Gross.

My favorite part about the old inmates’ cameos was that they were shown doing the same stuff they did in Litchfield: Boo being tired of everyone’s bullshit, Yoga giving the mandala talk to new inmates, Gina feeling exasperated and Norma calming her down, Watson running and Alison checking her time, Angie and Leanne being stupid, Brook mooning over stuff.

I only missed two characters making a cameo: Sister Ingalls and Miss Claudette. I know most fans wanted to see Bennett again but fuck that coward.

Also wtf happened to Bayley? I kinda wanted to know.

Karla’s story broke my heart. I’m glad they included her character because her story is the story of millions of immigrants that are separated from their children, forced to return to their home countries and endure harsh conditions while trying to make their way back to the US.

Blanca really went out there and said “fuck it” to the american dream, didn’t she? In my opinion she had the best ending out of all the characters. I’m so happy she reunited with Diablo and is ready to live her life with him at last. My girl deserved it.

Maria’s storyline was so ‘meh’. It was way too similar to her season 6 storyline.

My mom Gloria had the second best ending. I was afraid they were going to punish her because of the phone thing but thankfully asshole Luschek finally did something right. I was rooting for her to have a happy ending and I’m glad she got it.

Also was that little girl living with Gloria and her kids her granddaughter? Because she was definitely younger than her sons but Gloria’s flashback stated her daughters are older, so I’m confused.

I really need to know if Aleida killed Daya. I hate it was left so open.

Flaca choosing to help immigrants was so sweet. I bet one of the reasons she did it was to stop them from suffering Maritza’s fate.

Fig and Caputo are adopting!

Cindy did not deserve a good ending after she ruined Taystee’s life. That made me so angry. I was really hoping she would confess the truth.

In the end, McCullough made Alex a favor by having her transferred to Ohio. She went back to minimum security, she was with friends and people she knew and far away from all the crap in max.

What happened to Red and Lorna was devastating. Red losing her identity and her memory was so tragic because of what a badass she was. Also I knew Lorna would lose it after her son’s death but it was heartbreaking. They deserved better.

It sucks balls Nicky lost every person who was important to her but despite that I liked her ending because, even though she suffered heartbreak after heartbreak, she found a way to keep herself sober and now she will help others the way Red helped her. It was the best way she could honor her.

Despite literally everyone around Piper advising her to leave Alex behind and forget about her (from her parole officer to her dad to Larry to Sophia) the fact that she chose to follow Alex to Ohio was a pleasant surprise to me. It showed her growth and how much she really wanted to be with Alex, and that she was not a mistake in her life but her life. I was never a Vauseman shipper but even I knew they had to be endgame, any other ending wouldn’t have made any sense. I feel bad for the shippers because it was a very tough season for them but love prevailed, so congrats.

I didn’t catch the Piper Kerman cameo until I saw someone mentioned it on twitter. That was so cool! Also I don’t know if this was intentional but I liked the visual parallel between Larry Smith & Piper and Piper Kerman & Alex. Larry waited for Piper for as long as she was in jail and never abandoned her, so I choose to believe Kenji and Co. are hinting at Piper doing the same thing for Alex.

It was a good decision to show us a glimpse of Piper’s new life. She has a stable job, a new home, she is studying about criminal law and using her time in a productive way, and also she looks happier than we ever saw her.

In conclusion, I liked the season very much. Orange is one of my favorite shows and I think they ended it in a very nice way. It was very well executed and, unlike other final seasons I have watched over the years, it never felt rushed to me. It was the best season in at least a couple of years and I’m in love with the series finale, I stand by my original statement that it is the best one I have ever seen.

I give it a solid B+, four-out-of-five stars, 8.5 out of 10.

Orange forever, indeed.

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anxiously-introverted · 5 years ago

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Can you write a a scene about Will first activating his powers and losing control and El and Mike ( Mike is there cuz it’s the holidays so they’re all visiting eatchother) and maybe Joyce idk and they have to snap him outta it and calm him down? What others powers/other stuff can he do with his electricity?

On top of being able to manipulate electricity, I also like the idea of Will having telepathic powers like El’s. However, instead of being able to enter the minds of people, Will is able to enter, and even control, the minds of the creatures from the Upside Down (such as the Demogorgon).

Here’s the scene I was picturing! Please be aware, Lonnie is a jerk with homophobic views in this and the kids like to swear. Hope you enjoy!

“Why is it that every time something seems to go wrong here nowadays, it’s because of you?” Lonnie snarled, hand twisted into the fabric of Will’s shirt as he cornered his son against the brick wall of the local convenience store. It was cold, wind nipping harshly at Will’s skin as he stared up at his father with wide eyes.

The past few days had been going so well for him. The Party had already had several hangouts and movie nights, trying to spend as much time as possible together before Will and El had to return to their new home in New Mexico. So far, it almost felt as if things hadn’t really changed. Sure, Will still felt that particular pang of hurt when he saw Mike and El showing each other affection. Yeah, there came a certain sting when he heard about how some kid at their school was so great at Dungeons and Dragons, yet the group never wanted to play when Will had been suggesting it. Maybe he did still feel left out when everyone talked relationships while he knew he could never discuss the feelings he had without the others being disgusted.

Perhaps there was still a lot of pains that still rattled him, but the small flashes of happiness with his best friends that made up for it. For the most part, at least.

Yesterday, though, there was a sudden change in the mood. Lonnie Byers had blown into town like a glowering tumbleweed, the news of what happened during the summer making its way back to him after a long delay.

His unstable son, after going in and out of a lab that was eventually shut down permanently, had also been involved in a huge incident at the mall which resulted in it being destroyed. There was gossip of Russians and the disappearance of the chief of police.

He insisted that he would’ve come sooner to see Will, if only Joyce had given him their new address. He told Will he’d been so worried, that he didn’t know what to think when he’d gotten random bills from the lab and the hospital. He assured that had he’d known everything that had been happening, he would’ve been here. But, he said, he was here now.

He said he wanted to know what was going on.

He said he wanted to help.

Will felt like a fool for believing him.

“It wasn’t bad enough that you had to be a dirty little queer,” Lonnie said with curled lips, as if the taste of bile came up with the word. “But now I’ve got people around here sayin’ my kid was moved to a looney bin outta state, locked up with the other bleeding hearts and crazies. You have any idea how goddamn humiliating it is to have the town freak as my son?”

Tears stung at Will’s eyes, though he refused to let them fall. He tried blinking them away, hazel eyes clearing up the blur minimally as he tried to retort, “Why do you care? You don’t even live here anymore! I don’t even live here anymore!” He was shaking, he was struggling. He felt like he was in a cage with a lock that was on the verge of breaking.

“Oh, so it’s fine to turn your family into a fucking joke?!” Lonnie snapped. “Not to mention all the damn bills that keep flooding in from the hospital. You have any idea how much money-“

“All you care about is money!” Will cut in angrily, fear and frustration coming out in a rage that had been smothered and repressed for as long as he could remember. His chest felt like it was burning, his head feeling weightless and as if a boulder rested on it all at once. The building resentment paced in his mind like a tiger in an enclosure two sizes too small. “I know about how you tried to sue Sattler after the funeral! I know you only cared about making some quick money before ditching mom and Jonathan all over again!”

For a brief instant, there was shock on Lonnie’s face. He had never heard his son, embarrassingly weak and shamefully reserved Will, speak to him with such venom. If he weren’t so pissed, he may have felt proud. Instead, Lonnie hatefully shot back, “That money would’ve done us a hell of a lot more good than what you’ve been doing! Meltdown after meltdown, disaster after disaster, not once have you ever dealt with any of this like a man! That money wouldn’t have ruined this family’s reputation, and it wouldn’t have dragged us to the brink of debt!”

Hotter, hotter, hotter, there may as well have been lava in his veins. Will felt more and more tears gathering in his eyes, hatred for himself and the man in front of him strangling his heart with barbed wire. There were so many things he wanted to scream. It wasn’t his fault the Demogorgon came after him; it wasn’t his fault the Mind Flayer haunted him every day until eventually robbing him of his autonomy; it wasn’t his fault Billy and the others were possessed, nor were the deaths or the destruction of StarCourt his fault. He didn’t want any of it to happened, he didn’t mean for any of it to happen. All he wanted was to forget, to move on, to start a new chapter-

“It would’ve been better for everyone if you just stayed dead!”

A tear broke free, gliding down his cheek. The lock on the cage broke and Will raged.

In the Wheeler’s basement, Mike looked at the clock hanging on the wall for the fifth time within the hour. His worry and agitation was palpable, setting the other Party members on edge. El rested a gentle hand on the other’s arm, commenting, “I’m sure he’s alright, Mike.”

“They should’ve come back by now,” the teen insisted, his brown eyes flicking worriedly to hers. “Something must have happened.”

“He’s just out with his dad, Mike. What could happen?” Max asked, looking up with a raised brow from where she was playing cards with Dustin and Lucas.

Mike shook his head, “You don’t know his dad, Max. He’s… He’s a major asshole. He’s been a dick to Will since elementary school.”

“He’s right,” Lucas said, his lips twisting into a frown as memories came to mind. “He would yell at him, call him all sorts of names. And that was just what he did in front of us.”

El’s face pinched into a look of concern at the information. She knew Lonnie was a sore subject for the Byers family, but she thought perhaps it was just the bitter aftertaste of a bad fight or the awkward hurt that had settled after the divorce. Asking questions wasn’t really an option, she felt as though it wasn’t her place to go digging into old wounds. Not to mention that Will had seemed off for what seemed like days, perhaps even weeks, now.

She now wishes she had learned more about her new family.

Mike stood with a hardened expression and said, “I’m going to go find him.”

“I’ll come with you,” El said, coming up from her spot on the couch as well.

“Do you need us to come with you?” Dustin asked, his head popping up from where he was laying on the floor.

“We should be fine. We’ll radio you if we need help, but stay here in case my mom asks where I am,” Mike said, putting one of the radios into his sweatshirt’s pocket. With that, he and El made their way up the stairs and out of the house.

The sky was overcast with flashes of blue.

No words would be sufficient to describe the way Mike felt as he took in the scene before him. Lonnie lay on the ground, clutching his upper arm as he stared with petrified eyes at Will. His skin looked burned, almost charred, as if struck with a bolt of unbridled energy.

And Will…

Screams of anguish, rage, heartbreak; the cries of one who’s been broken one too many times cut through the air like a razor. His eyes were alight with electric energy, his irises turned dark despite the flashes of neon blue crackling out of them and emanating from the rest of his body as if he were an overpowered battery. The very air around had turned to static, almost burning with the intensity.

One by one, shop windows began to rattle, crack, and break. Street lights flashed in bursts of blinding light, the hum of constant electricity humming through them like a chorus. The sky above them rumbled, almost gurgling on the blue energy being blasted into and out of it. Veins of blue and black danced along Will’s body, a sickening tango of power intermingled with overwhelming grief.

Lonnie screamed, “Fucking monster! He’s a fucking monster!”

Another bolt shot out at Lonnie, but he managed to roll out of the way just in time for it to strike and scorch the ground beside him. The man yelped as he accidentally put pressure onto his injury, his legs scrambling to get him up onto his feet.

El could relate all too well to the scene in front of her. The lack of control, the surge of emotions, feeling as though you had all the power in the world and yet none at all. She looked at Will screaming, sobbing, breaking, and saw herself. She could see the steady stream of crimson pouring from his nose, pouring like a faucet as his body poured his very soul into the outburst around him. It was so familiar, she could almost feel the blood on her own lip.

Willing her voice to be steady, she called out, “Will! It’s me! It’s Eleven!” Screaming broke into choppy outbursts before stopping, as if an old engine were struggling to stop. The scratch and catch in Will’s throat could be heard from where the pair stood. Mike snapped himself from his reverie, following El’s lead, “Will, it’s Mike! Listen, it’s-“

“Do not say it’s going to be okay!” Will rasped, heat and venom seeping through the hurt. “Nothing’s okay now and nothing’s ever going to be fucking okay!” There was a pulse of more intense energy, as if a second kick jolted within the brunette and poured out as even more strands of tangled lightning.

“Will, please, what’s going on? You can tell us. We want to help you!” El continued, brow furrowed as she watched the boy struggle. “But first, you have to calm down!”

“Calm down? Calm down?!” The enraged teen demanded, electricity crackling. “I’ve been told to calm down for the past three years! And it never. Fucking. Helps!” Two more bolts shot out, one striking the brick wall behind him, another striking a lamp post and shattering the bulb with the surge.

“Then tell us what will help!” Mike pleaded, taking a small step forward. “Tell us what you need, Will!”

“It-it,” Will struggled, gripping his hair tightly with white knuckles. “Why do you care? Just-Just stop pretending! Stop acting like I matter to you!”

El shifted toward Will, her hands lowered and body language open. “We’re not pretending! We care about you, Will. All we want is for you to be okay.”

“You want me dead!” Will screamed, though his energy was dipping. “You all wish I had died in that quarry! You all wish I never came back!”

“That’s not true!” Mike said, fire coming back to his voice. “We never wanted to give up on you! Seeing your body coming out of the water, the funeral… It killed us, Will! It killed me!” The crack in the dark haired teen’s voice seemed to dim the intensity of the light coming from Will. “When we found out you were still alive, when El was able to contact you, it meant the world to us. It was… Will, do you remember what I told you that day in the shed? Do you remember what the best decision I ever made was?”

Only the quiet crackling of electricity broke the silence.

“It was becoming your friend, Will,” Mike said, taking two more steps forward. “That decision changed my life for the better. You made my life better, Will. You make all of our lives better. Please, Will, believe me.”

El stepped forward as well, coming closer with small steps as she added, “You help us, Will. You helped me at school, with my homework. You took me to the movies, made us waffles, put up with shopping with me. You took care of me. Let us take care of you.”

With a shuddering breath and a heartbroken tremble, the lighting died away and Will fell forward, angry blue and black veins disappearing as he landed into the gentle and loving arms of his sister and the boy he’s loved in secret for years.

For the first time since 1983, Will Byers felt safe.

#stranger things #stranger things season 4 #will byers #byler #mike wheeler #eleven #el hopper

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ecto-american · 5 years ago

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Le Freak

Phic Phight Oneshot for @phantomroyalty : Natural born halfas (EX a child with one ghost parent and one human parent) used to be common place. Now they are all gone. What happened to them?

It’s been a rough day lads, and this is purely self-indulgent nonsensical headcanon stuff that I wrote while partly crying over stress! Thus, fun fact for you! You can’t critique or criticize this because if you do, I absolutely will cry again! I know it sucks, it jumps around and makes Zero Sense bc editing? idk her but I just need to be able to post my fun shit and have a good time :’) I’ll even put literally everything under the cut

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“Cas?”

Danny looked up from his phone to glance at his mom before his eyes shifted to see who she was referring to. A dark skinned man about his mom’s height with black hair to his shoulders, in jeans and a dark yellow t-shirt was standing with a grocery cart. The man looked around confused for a moment before turning to his mom. Once facing her, he shot her a bright smile.

“Aye, Mads,” he called out cheerfully.

“Oh, I haven’t seen you since college!” Maddie exclaimed, and Danny internally groaned. He returned his attention back to his phone, continuing to lean onto the grocery cart. He began to text his friends about the interruption. “I can’t believe you came to Amity Park and didn’t tell me!”

He heard his mom continuing to chat. His name soon came up, and he glanced up.

“This is my son, Danny.”

Cas was giving him a bright smile. Danny gave a polite half smile in return, only to freeze as ghost sense went off. He noticed at the end of the isle, a young adult turning the corner, in his early twenties with very long, light blonde hair. Super long, especially for a guy. Jean jacket and dark washed jeans, a regular black band t-shirt. Very ordinary.

“Dad, they don’t have any salt,” he complained, but he paused upon seeing the conversation.

“Oh, uh, this is my son, Peter,” Cas introduced briefly, and his entire demeanor shifted. Danny couldn’t help but completely forget the texting conversation. This dude was suddenly...so nervous. “Peter, this is Maddie. We went to college together.”

Peter didn’t come any closer to them. He gave a light, polite wave from afar, and Danny knew that he was staring at his mom...almost nervously.

“I’m terribly sorry, but we need to get going,” Cas apologized. He pulled the grocery cart with him as he stepped towards his son. “Busy schedule. It was good seeing you!”

“Oh you too!” Maddie was cheerful, seemingly oblivious to the others. The father son duo left the isle, and out of sight. Danny watched after them.

“Where’d you know him from?” Danny wondered. He glanced to see Maddie putting some boxed dinners into their cart.

“Cas? He was an old classmate of your dad and I. Before Vlad, he worked on the portal with us, but ended up dropping out to care for his son, but I’m so glad to hear that he eventually went back and finished. He was always a very smart man,” Maddie replied. She glanced at the list in her hand. “We don’t have much more to get. Let’s try to get done before the rush really comes in.”

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“Phantom,” a voice called out to him. Danny glanced over to see Peter standing nearby. The halfa shot him a smile, capping his thermos and a light salute. Though inside he was a bit shaky. Was he really just? Watching that entire fight?

“Hello, citizen!” Danny put on his public hero voice. He paused, half turning away as he prepared to leave. “Well uh, ghost’s contained. I’ll see you around!”

“No!” Peter’s harsh, desperate plea caught him off guard. “Please. We need to talk. I know your secret.” Danny’s blood ran cold.

“What secret?” Danny asked quickly. “There’s no secret. I’m a ghost, what secret could I have?”

Peter’s look, that absolute knowing, scared Danny. Despite it, he didn’t seem malicious like he had feared.

“You can’t run, because I really, really actually need your help,” Peter asked. “I know you’re half ghost.” He hurriedly added at Danny’s panicked look, “But I don’t know who your human half is! I don’t care who either, I just really need to know how you’re so stable.”

The entire statement caught Danny absolutely off guard. Peter wasn’t giving off any kind of vibe like he was with the Guys in White, nor that he was going to hurt him. He couldn’t even sense anybody else around, and he had been fighting in the area long enough to have already set off booby traps if they existed. And his ghost sense...had gone off around him sporadically.

“What do you mean?” Danny asked. Peter’s lower lip trembled.

“I’m half ghost too,” he claimed. Danny stared, his heart stopping. “But I can’t...it’s literally killing me.”

“I don’t believe you,” he whispered. Peter motioned for him to move back a bit. Danny did.

There were no familiar rings or flash of light that always signaled his transformation. A dark shadow seemed to overwhelm the other, and left behind a figure that was unmistakably ghostly. Electric blue skin that was forever crackling with purple energy with matching purple eyes, the once blond hair now pitch black and floating around him softly. His outfit didn’t change, but Danny’s ghost sense did go off.

Peter held his hand up, and a purple dome shield came up. An ectoplasmic dome shield. He didn’t know how to feel at this revelation. Danny could only stare in awe at the other. There was more like him. It wasn’t just him and Vlad and Dani. They weren’t alone, there were oth-

The newly exposed halfa doubled over with a groan of pain. The shield quickly melted away, and Danny tensed up. He took a step forward.

“D-Don’t!” Peter’s voice gurgled, and Danny stopped. The newly discovered halfa fell to his knees and knees, and he threw up as his ghostly form melted away. As the form melted away, Danny could feel the air being filled with a rush of electricity and static before it finally faded.

“...Are you okay?” Danny called out.

“Yeah, that’s normal,” Peter wheezed, wiping his mouth as he stood back up, wiping his knees of dirt and gravel. “My ghost powers are super unstable. I can’t…not without...” He paused before glancing up at Danny. “Did you ever have a time where you were struggling to get your powers to work?”

“Yeah,” the teen nodded.

“I’m the opposite. I have to force myself to turn it off, and it takes so much energy, and every time I just try to utilize a little bit of power, it’s this…” Peter trailed off. “It’s overwhelming. And it hurts. And I can’t just bottle it up forever. If I don’t let it lose sometimes...it’s not pretty. I try to do it in isolated areas. Just let the excess energy out.”

Danny could only imagine the kind of destruction. If he had to guess, based on the electricity in the air, this guy had some kind of electric core.

“How’d you...know about me anyway?” Danny changed the subject.

“I didn’t put puzzle pieces together, if that’s your concern,” Peter assured him. “The other halfa told me.” Danny’s eyes widened. “It’s why my dad and I came to Amity Park. We’ve been looking for a halfa to help us, or uh, rather help me.”

“Wait Vlad told you!?” he blurted out. What the fuck, cheesehead!? Oh, when Danny found him, he was gonna.

“No?” Peter’s puzzled tone snapped him out of his anger. “There’s...more than just us three left?” Danny’s undead heart skipped a beat.

“Five,” Danny replied. “Who’s this other halfa?”

Peter stared somberly at him, glancing at his feet briefly as he toed with some of the rubble.

“...I don’t know his human name. I purposefully didn’t ask,” Peter told him. “I originally asked him to help me, but he’s in a terrible spot and needed help of his own, help we couldn’t give. Not without getting ourselves in worse trouble. He said you were a halfa though. It had to be worth a shot. There’s not many of us left anymore.”

“How’d you even become half-ghost?” Danny asked curiously. Peter cocked his head in confusion.

“I was? Born this way? Ghost mom, human dad?” he said slowly. He studied Danny curiously, and it seemed to click. “Wait were you not born half ghost?”

“You were born this way?” Danny asked back. His mind was going crazy. You could be born a half-ghost? That was possible? How come his parents never knew that? This would definitely explain why his dad seemingly dropped the Fentons as a friend... “Wait, many of us left?”

Peter’s face told him nearly everything. Something happened. Something bad. The other cleared his throat.

“Um...yeah,” he said quietly. “It’s kind of a long story. I don’t know all the details, cause I was kinda young, but basically...there was a lot of us. We had our own little section of the Ghost Zone. Do you know how the Bermuda Triangle is a giant natural ghost portal?” Danny nodded in confirmation. “There’s a section of the Ghost Zone near where it spawns most often that we used to inhabit, because of all the otherworldly crossing. Well, we were there. Before the Guys in White found out about us, and they came, and.”

His breath hitched. Danny felt sick. The Guys in White...knew. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up. They not only knew, but did this...oh fuck then that meant that there was a chance that they knew about him, and Vlad, and…..oh no.

“My dad said I nearly died too,” Peter continued. “One of the full ghosts saved me, smuggled me out. And my mom’s a doctor and was able to save me, but I was in a coma for like two months. Some made it out alive too. The unlucky ones…”

“...Died?” Danny guessed quietly. Peter let out a breathless chuckle.

“No. They’re lucky if the GIW just killed them,” he replied flatly. “It’s honestly terrible. I don’t think you wanna know.” Peter was right; Danny didn’t want to know. It was Peter’s turn to be curious. “So...you weren’t born this way? Right? So how…”

“I was in an accident,” Danny kept it simple. Peter raised an eyebrow.

“Must be one hell of an accident,” he commented. Danny chuckled nervously. Peter sighed heavily. “So, I still don’t know if you can actually help my stabilization issue…cause of the differences…”

“I’ll do what I can!” Danny blurted out. Peter’s face brightened. “Please. I’d love to know more about halfas. We can compare stuff.” The young adult let out a sigh of relief.

“Come to my house tonight, my parents can tell you everything they know,” Peter agreed. He reached into his pocket to pull out the familiar small notebook. He ripped a page out, jotting down an address Danny already knew. “Just...come alone.”

Danny nodded, holding his hand out for the paper. Peter gave it to him, and despite the other powering down, Danny still felt a bit of an electric shock as they grazed hands.

“I’ll see you then,” Danny promised.

Grasping the note, he waved a goodbye, and he flew out. He had so much to tell Jazz.

#my phics #phics #phic phight #team ghost #idek if i'm gonna put this on ffn or ao3 bc it's just self indulgent and i jsut need to write my ocs and stuff bc im gonna die one day #hopefully soon

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violetwolfraven · 5 years ago

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Legacy Heroes AU

((Idk I was feeling emo. Anyway here’s my next gen kids for Arrowverse because idk what I’m doing but y’all can’t stop me.))

It all starts with Rip-Quentin and Laurel Sharpe-Lance. (Avalance Twins who were born a couple years after Mia)

At age 16, these two get tired of riding their moms’ coattails and decide to form their own team.

They recruit their cousin, Quinn Drake (18) (Dinahsiren baby named after Quentin)

They bring in Mia Queen (19) (This timeline’s version of the canon Olicity baby obvs.) and Nora and Joe West-Allen (18) (the Westallen tornado twins because you can pry canon tornado twins out of my cold dead hands)

For a while, it’s just the six of them, but after a while they figure out there’s not much for them to do in their current time period (2040s) but (idk why yet) the timeline is always messed up so why not help out there?

Laurel can assemble a lot of the parts for their own timeship via magic but they still need some help with engineering so they recruit Arthur Palmer (17 and a half) (Dahrkatom baby) who is easily the most mature of them despite being younger than Mia and the West-Allen’s, so he becomes a the dad friend pretty quickly.

And because Ray was still close with John even after he left the Legends, their kids grew up with constant playdates and Calliope Constantine (16) (Constangreen adopted baby) ends up tagging along.

Calliope and Laurel become a chaotic duo because they can both do magic.

Of course since every other Legends kid is coming, they end up with Eleftheria Tarazi (15) (Zarlie baby) and Zavian Heywood-Tarazi. (14) (Naterad adopted baby)

So now there’s ten of them and they’re all just as chaotic as their parents except they were all raised together so they’re all just cruising through time beating people up with the power of sibling love. RQ is the leader like his mother before him.

Somehow after like a year of doing this they end up with ‘in her 30s’ Lita Rory as kind of a cranky camp counselor/vodka aunt but other than that their lineup doesn’t really change at all

They call themselves the Legacies. (I know but I couldn’t think of anything else.)

Here’s the thing: in this timeline, Barry, Dinah, and Laurel Lance all die in Crisis.

Nora and Joe decide go save their dad. When the team figures this out, they send Quinn after them, cause she’s weirdly good at keeping up with the twins’ whirlwind logic.

This backfires because Quinn wants to get to know her moms, too. She convinces RQ (team leader) that it’ll be fine and they can learn things from their parents back when they were cool.

Unfortunately, all this messing with time leads to their timeline becoming unstable. They accidentally erase Mia. RQ blames himself.

Don’t worry, Mia still exists. She’s just not their Mia. When they go back to the 2040s to check on her, she doesn’t remember any of them.

All the kids simultaneously go oh shit because this implies that they accidentally erased themselves from the timeline. Like, all of them except Lita.

And Lita won’t admit it but she loves these kids and they’re all depressed and accepting their demise and she’s like fuck that I’m not letting my kids go.

They figure out that the Legends kids will mostly be safe because Ely is half Fate and should be immune to timeline changes and the others were born on a timeship for one reason or another so they have enough time radiation in their blood to not be affected much.

However Nora, Joe, and Quinn are losing memories very quickly even while in the Temporal Zone.

Then it gets worse and they’re getting physically sick.

The kids figure out the only way to save those three is to use the Loom of Fate.

Only problem... the Legends destroyed it.

They have to sneak onto the past Waverider, the day the Legends reassemble it, get it, use it, and put it back in time to not cause any more changes to the timeline.

Long story short they all go like dumbasses and get caught.

Once everything gets cleared up and the Legends do DNA tests the past versions of the Legends are all intrigued and they want to get to know their kids and the kids are like omg mom/dad wasn’t always old and weird this is kinda cool.

So they end up staying for a little while.

Meanwhile Lita is panicking like where are those shitheads because Nora and Joe are getting sicker and o h s h i t Quinn blinked out of existence. But it’s okay it’s fine with the Loom we can fix it.

But the Legacies don’t remember this. In fact they’re starting to forget why they even came to the past because though it’s slower the timeline changes are affecting them, too.

Even Ely isn’t immune anymore. She’s less affected, but her mind is still getting all mixed up.

And the Legends are getting worried because oh shit something’s wrong with our kids and they don’t even remember why but eventually they think to take a communicator off RQ and contact Lita.

And Lita is all like FINALLY did you get it QUINN FREAKING DIED.

And the Legends are just freaking out because they don’t even know who this person is but apparently she needs the Loom to save their kids who are getting sicker and sicker and apparently there’s three more in the future and one of them already died.

In the end they decide to trust her and they take the Loom and the kids to the ship themselves.

And Mick is kinda just like oh shit is that my kid? Cause Lita didn’t tell them who she was just that she was a Legacy.

And he’s proud but doesn’t know how to say it that Lita has become a Legend and is protecting everyone else’s kids.

Anyway they do save everyone and then when the kids go back to the future the Legends are just like... not sure what to do... because now they know who ends up with who and the kids that result.

*insert drama here* :)

I might be writing and fleshing out most if not all of this at some point, probably not soon though. Anyway let me know if you’re interested in an expanded version of this story.

I might do it even if nobody’s interested just for me though.

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meetmeatthecoda · 5 years ago

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opinion time

okay. i watched the ep. for some reason. and like. it was dumb. i didn’t enjoy it at all, i was bored, it was stupid. (my opinion).

cause like. first of all. ressler has been portrayed as high and mighty and proud and by-the-book since the literal pilot. and maybe like one (1) time per season they give him a Hard Choice™ and he gets more than 2 basic lines per ep to have a small mental crisis and then we move on. but he has always been portrayed as such. that’s where all of his one dimensional character conflict comes from. that’s literally the only source. well, aside from audrey and we know what happened to her.

so. what. what was the point of introducing his troubled youth with a covered-up crime that supposedly led to his being a cop?? and he said he’s been running from this his whole life?? since when?? i get that they have to write some things and invent some “background” sometimes but i at least expected it to be consistent with what little we know of him as a character. i think the last time he had a conflict like this was way back in season 1 with mako whatever-it-was-called and since then?? i have not seen any distinctive proof or reason as to why i should give any shits at all about ressler as a character. and all this iMPoRtaNt BaCKstOrY did nothing to make me care about him. nothing.

(also, sidenote: why tf did they name them ‘donny’ and ‘robbie’? AND cast the RED-HAIRED kid as a young anthony michael hall?? i spent the whole ep wondering who was who, i literally had them backwards for half of the fucking ep. and honestly, it would have made more sense for the young red-head to be our ressler bc he was studying for the academy literally since the first scene we saw him in this ep. i mean, that’s why i thought HE was ressler. i assumed the characterization would be consistent and make sense. but ressler was the dark-haired one?? [since when does a dark-haired kid grow red hair??] and he shot the dirty cop?? and that’s why he became a cop?? i call bullshit. it doesn’t make sense to me. i was confused. but whatever.)

ANYWAY i liked that he went to liz for help. and liz went out of her way to help him. and got rid of the damning evidence. she’s a good partner and ressler’s helped her out more than enough times to warrant it. i thought that was great. i was a little scared of that last scene - bc of what kind of shipper i am and how little i trust the writers - but it turned out fine. and it actually started off super cute!! i’ve always liked a bro & sis vibe for them, and i loved liz calling him a “knucklehead” and a “dipstick”, closing agnes’ door and picking up her toys and folding a blanket and being domestic, that was freaking adorable. i love that vibe for them, just like playfully arguing, havin’ each other’s backs, ready to spill the tea whenever. like, uncle don?? yeah. i love that. i’ve never shipped them. i think they have 0 chemistry. (another opinion). so, the scene kinda derailed after that once liz started turning the whole thing around to her own personal disaster (was not expecting that, since it was a ressler-centric ep and everything). and then she completely went off the rails poo-pooing red (another post to follow on that y’all, i’m seething) and she declared ressler is her only source of sanity???? what??? where did that come from?? they’re partners, buds, friends, and - i know i’m biased - but i would call RED her “tiny island of calm” or whatever tf she spewed. i just thought that was way outta left field. like, i get having an Emotional Moment™ once every 87 seasons and reassuring the audiences that they are emotionally close as well as have a solid working relationship and saying like, “i was happy 2 help u out, ur my bruh, things would be pretty boring without ya so i had 2 save ur butt, ya know, whatever”. like, that’s the vibe i was expecting. not the all-of-a-sudden, emotionally-unstable, declaration-of-devotion-for-someone-she-barely-talks-to crap. idk. i just thought it was all kinda random. but at least they didn’t kiss. but, i don’t ship them for all the tea in china so i’m biased. and annoyed. but whatever those are my thoughts, thanks for coming to my ted talk ✌️

#The Blacklist #Lizzington #mine #spoilers #the blacklist spoilers #thoughts #speculation #7.17 #anti-ressler #anti-keenler #tagging as such bc i'm sure the keenler shippers are having a good night #and i don't wanna rain on anyone's parade #as a lizzington shipper we know what that feels like and it's not fun #so no disrespect to the keenler shippers ship and let ship y'all #this is just for discussion between my lizzington peeps #that is all #<3

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theyrealllegends · 6 years ago

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Careful

Chapter summary: Roger is your new roommate and while you like to bury your pretty in nose in the books for your law studies, he finds other ways to pass his time.

Author’s note: I’m freaking excited people, I never thought I’d like an idea enough to really post it and then it just came! I’d like you to know that english isn’t my first language but I’m trying like crazy. Also, I didn’t put in y/N because I felt like I should call reader Tiffany. If you want to, feel free to insert yourself, though!

Words: ~1,4k for a start

Warning: mentions of sex and drinking but I wouldn’t put an age rating or anything, idk, sorry! (Okay, I’m trying my best to do this slow burn thing and if i’m failing miserably than I’m sorry!)

Chapter 1:

You didn’t really admit it but your new roommate was cool. At first, you thought it was just because he was the one moving in after your terrible ex-roommate who finally finished their degree. But within a few days you noticed it was also his hair, that was a bit longer and a bit messier than the guys that sat in your law lectures wore theirs. Also, you kinda liked his colourful clothing and his vintage furniture that was really giving you the hippie vibes you’d never channel. It was even funny to you that this guy was becoming a dentist but couldn’t boil eggs for the love of god.

“You’re the best!”, he’d tell you every morning he came into the kitchen only to see a prepared breakfast because you had a few spare moments before you had to go to your class.

“You’re welcome, Rog”, you’d just reply smiling into your mug.

“Should I take you to uni?”

“I can take the underground, but thanks.”

“How can you refuse me as a driver everyday?”

“Because you always leave after me and I’ve seen the traffic, I don’t even want to think about your driving!”, you told him and laughed.

“I’d be careful with you”, he said sheepishly and winked at you before he finished his breakfast and you left the kitchen so he wouldn’t see you blush. You didn’t really talk to a lot of guys, the ones in your classes were either too focused on getting good grades of spoiled pricks, really and you weren’t used to flirting from your ex-roommate either.

When you came home from your classes around five hours later, Roger was in his room, door open and -

“No, please, I really can’t!”

“Oh, hey, Tiffy”, he answered grinning. “I finally brought my drum kit!”

“No, you’re not! I need to memorise a billion laws this year, please you can’t drum in here!” He softly patted one of the freaking drums you wished never touched ground in this apartment and your stomach twisted with anxiety and hungriness.

“Don’t worry, sweetie, I just wanted to scare you”, he explained softly and moved closer to the doorframe, where you still stood in shock. “I got in a band and we’ll be practicing in some old room in the uni, I’ll move my drums there as soon as we start.”

“Thank god”, you mumbled and he grinned.

“I’m quite good with them, though.”

“I don’t deny that but you didn’t see the neighbours’ glares yet, if you think you could play them here."

“You should come to our first gig, would you? We’re playing right before Pink Floyd, have you heard of them?”

“Uhm, I’m more the classical music kind of girl, I guess”, you admitted, feeling your cheeks tingle again, hoping you wouldn’t blush.

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You weren’t sure if Roger was okay with that but since you thought you wouldn’t like “Smile” and the huge crowd they’d probably gather, anyway, you told him you were too busy to come to his gig, even though the year was still fresh and this was nothing compared to the stress you got into weeks later. You didn’t really know how Roger didn’t drop out of his dentist classes right away because that first gig had seemingly made his band a thing, requiring them to perform every weekend ever since. It wasn’t that you weren’t happy for him - that you didn’t like the way his face lit up when he told you about the band, about his friend Freddie who he started a stall in Kensington Market with and everything else he told you, really - but sometimes it could be annoying. Sometimes he’d wake you up in the middle of the night, stumbling into the flat, looking piss drunk when you peeked out of your room to check what the hell was going on.

At first, you felt sorry for him and covered yourself in a robe to stay warm while softly guiding him into his room and onto his bed and then going to the kitchen to get him water and pain killers for the next morning. He’d either be fighting to get off his clothes or already be asleep on his bed when you returned. You’d make extra much bacon the next morning, hoping that’d soak up the left over alcohol in his system and you wouldn’t talk until he signalled that he was ready for more noise than the coffee machine’s. However, as time passed you stopped getting up to help him because Roger would still wake you up but in a worse way than coming home wasted - it could have variations but they all annoyed you just the same: sometimes it would be loud giggles in the hallway, other nights it would be his bed frame banging on the wall his room was sharing with yours. It didn’t make any difference that your bed wasn’t on that side of your room at all, it made your bookshelf unstable and wake you up without fail. Another time it would be the groaning and whatever noises he was getting the girl to let out and vice versa, it never failed to make you sick. Not that you’d ever bother to mention it. He’d probably just give you earplugs, something you tried multiple times but found too uncomfortable to even fall asleep in.

It was an early Sunday and you had already gone on your morning run to clear your thoughts, finished your shower, had breakfast and were halfway through your first round of law repetition for that day. You just left your room to get another cup of coffee when Roger caught you in the hallway.

“Please, you have to help me”, he mumbled into your ear. “I swear I didn’t plan to, I need to study, too and now I can’t get rid of this damn girl!”

“I’d suggest you put on a shirt to make it easier for her”, you couldn’t help but reply and he’d smile weakly before nodding his head in the direction of the kitchen. “Fine, I got this”, you tried to reassure yourself more than him before walking into the room, finding a girl in Roger’s shirt, trying to make pancakes or whatever. “How many times do I have to tell you?”, you asked Roger, letting your true annoyance come thru. “You can’t have guests in the kitchen on Sundays, my learning group needs the space!”

“I’ll be gone in a second!”, the girl replied and smiled at Roger in a way that made you snort.

“Obviously not, you’re leaving. I’m not trying to make a fool out of myself in front of the other law students, we need a quiet atmosphere!”

“We should go to my place then”, she’d tell Roger, ignoring you but also sounding annoyed.

“You know what, I’ll take a shower and come over later, okay?”

“Sure, sweet”, she whispered to him, glaring at you before leaving the kitchen as if the pancakes weren’t turning black.

“Thank you”, Roger mouthed into your direction, before following the girl. He only returned after she left a few minutes later and smiled as you set a plate of pancakes in front of him. “You’re the best, Tiff.”

“I’m surprised that worked to be honest but you’re welcome anyway”, you replied, unable to tell him that this was the first and last time you had done something like this.

“You’re kidding, I totally bought the learning group and I really wish I had something like that.”

“When are your exams?”

“Way too soon”, he tried to get around the question. “And yours?”

“Starting the Tuesday after this one”, you explained and moved your shoulders because they started cramping and hurting only at the thought.

“‘M sorry about that”, Roger told you and got up to step behind the chair you were sitting on. You wanted to turn around to see what he’d do but then he put his big, warm hands on your shoulders and started massaging them softly. It made you forget where you were for a moment and you closed your eyes to let yourself fall into his grip, humming as the sharp, stress-infused pain finally went away.

“Thank you so much”, you whispered softly as he finished and could hear him chuckle behind you.

“Anytime, love.”

I’d like to tag @blondecarfucker because your support is literally why you’re looking at this right now and I truly hope you like it! If anyone has any thoughts or comments, don’t hesitate to let me know.

xoxo

#roger taylor x reader #roger taylor #ben hardy x reader #ben hardy #roger taylor x you #roger taylor fluff #roger taylor fanfic #fanfiction #ben hardy x you #ben hardy fluff #ben hardy fanfic #queen fanfiction #bohemian rhapsody #bohrap fanfiction

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ofstarsandvibranium · 5 years ago

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idk if this is helpful at all bc all mental probs are diff. but when i was havin probs my therapist told me to live life from one minute to the next at my worst, then move up a lil more each time i feel safe in it. usually i can stretch it to 6hrs. so like. ok all ive got to do is make it to the next six hours and i can say im still here. we're all works in progress always. ik it's not the healthiest either but things like picking/chewing yr lips/ideation/mutilation/alcohol-drug use (1/3)

relying on scrips/not showering/overeating/not eating healthy/etc all those things done in nonlethal amounts/ways are better than the alternative of u taking it to an extreme. so yeah it may suck that i didn't get out of bed today. i didnt make that phone call. i didnt eat. i thought a lot about bad things i wanted to do to myself-well at least i can say i am here still. it helps me manage at times when that's all i've got control over. just being able to know that im still holding on (2/3)

(3/3) it's not the healthiest way, but sometimes we cant afford to b perf specimens of health. we literally need to survive. crawl til we walk. im doing it. it takes a lot of practice and redirecting. i have to remind myself of the things i'm accomplishing that outweigh what im not. otherwise i get in a wormhole of self hate and terrorize myself for my lack of reaching self made finish lines. i have to allow myself to celebrate the major win: I'M STILL HERE. and so r u. i hope u find what u need

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I'm just exhausted, ya know? Like, I know what I'm getting upset and insecure about is stupid and small but the mentally unstable part of me is making it grow into something "big" and I'm just tired of the internal war I have going on inside me.

Like, one of my absolute best friends has a guy now and he makes her happy and they're freaking cute together. I'm happy and excited to see how their relationship progresses. That's the mentally sound part of my brain.

The mentally unstable part is upset and consistently saying to me "why cant you get a guy like that, huh? What's wrong with you? If she can get someone to like her for who she is, why cant you? It's probably because you're ugly and she's pretty." And it fucking sucks because this part of my brain wants me to be mad and jealous at my best friend's happiness but my mentally sound part of my brain knows that's stupid. Why should I be upset that my best friend is happy?

I'm grateful to be alive. I'm thankful to have food, shelter, a family, and people care about me.

But my fucked up part of my brain is telling me that it's all shit. None of it matters. I dont matter. I'm a nuisance. I'm annoying. I'm ugly.

BUT I KNOW THATS NOT TRUE.

I'm just so, so tired.

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whatare-cats · 6 years ago

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here’s the fucking truth.

3 years we were almost dating, I wanting to have your fucking baby i was waiting.

I gave you every piece of me I help you pay our rent, but at the end your best friend became the priority and you wouldn’t even let me vent.

Nigga he slept on the bed my rents bought and we slept on the fucking floor.

You were verbally abusive it would have been better if you just beat me, you made me feel so fucking useless and worthless like even you didn’t want me. what kind of joke was that lol.

You’re just like marc, he even told me you probably got it from him, youre a fucking goof no fucking man puts his own goddamn women down like that.

Supported us when you couldn’t hold a job gave you my car even bought you guys a goddamn one too, you guys made me hate myself made me feel trapped and claustrophobic so I flew.

I stayed in someone’s backyard for a week while you pricks stayed in the fucking house we got together, but we didn’t really do anything together because there was always another (milf) or several

You claim to not have cheated, then you claim you fucked some bitch in yyc. But bitch i have all your messages the notifications from every app your just a lying motherfucker who was so fucked in the head, and i couldn’t breathe.

I see your messages they legit say “ if you ever need good head and thick dick let me know cuz ur fine af” now buddy i’m pretty sure your thinking with your dick cuz that’s cheatn on your girl i’d say. ask anyone they’d take my side.

While you were doing this you’d leave me every morning in our bed, At this point I was going through the worst part of my life because of you and ur bf and all you could ever fucking think about was giving another bitch head.

“No baby, I don’t wanna sext you because It makes me uncomfortable,” “Come here bitch my gf just left for school let’s go fuck in her bed” your fucking head is unstable.

My bad for wanting to have a 3some i know you weren’t mature enough, lol i didn’t think you’d twist my words to make it seem like i gave you permission for you to cheat. But i guess i forget the things i say (bcuz i’m bipolar right), so you were right babe my bad, yes go ahead and cheat on me.

You made me feel suicidal, made me feel fucked for going thru the same shit you did in 2014, Nigga you made me so desperate to get away from you the only solution was the gun but first some morphine, cuz i’m a fucking addict right.

I was in the hospital forever not that you fucking care because you claim to be the fucking victim, NOT ME, buddy you gave me an ulcer from all the stress you caused me from all your sick milf fun i hope she bruises her knees, for you, i bet you’d like that wouldn’t you. (since you were tired of normal boring sex)

Moose you downgraded hard you see I gave you the world, i’m crazy in bed i paid all your bills and oh ya, i never cheated on you because i was your fucking girl, man.

Haha let me know when you find another b who squirts. Seriously, cuz i’d like to take her for a spin myself damn i’d make it hurt.

Look how fucking easy it was for me for 3 years to stay faithful to you, wasn’t that hard now you call me a fucking whore, why i have no clue?

Lol is it because I enjoy sex ? I’m not sure how that makes me a whore, that’s fine, youre hilarious because you’d be sexting other women behind my back then go kick down the fucking door. Like I betrayed you.

You’re pathetic, I know you have no life, because you lost it when you left it all out west just because of the tinder hype.

You make me fuckin laugh because I saw the fat bitches you were sexting, nigga look at your girl look what you had bud but you must be fucking tripping. or mentally insane. (i think both)

I know my worth, and damn them other men fucking know it too haha, my fucking turn to have some fun cuz man i deserve it 3 years faithful to you, (what a waste), but damn idk how that makes me a whore.

Ha one more thing.

I recall you telling me all the drugs you’ve done your whole life, nigga what have i done?? xans to help me relax from all the overwhelming stress, some weed some liquor, blow, for some fun.

Nigga you done acid, speed, molly, now you fucking with the fat bitch named tina (wish it was holly) w/e bitch shut the fuck up i ain’t no addict you need the fucking help for making me feel these fucking symptoms bro,

Freak cuz I had one dart when we ended it buddy go look at your lungs you might as well have been smoking in your mamas womb.

Look how fucking easy it was for me not to cheat, wow, think with your head not your fucking dick you need help you’re a little beat.

You need to stfu bitch and get your priorities straight, you bitch so much about respect, nigga where was mine?? you claim to be so perfect but you have no respect for the people who loved you.

Anyways bud, Thank you for showing me my worth, now i won’t ever waste my time on boys like you.

Finally got a taste of the different meat, red, damn maybe i’m trying to get up on that girl on girl heat.

Cheers baby

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bushdivingbushranger · 3 years ago

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i agree with the "theres no ethical consumption under capitalism" bs cause there absolutely is but youre not only lazy but lack any kind of moral to accept it and instead spread brainless quotes like a parrot anyway idk why im upset cause i an avid consumer that should shut up but at least i acknowledge that im a piece of trash and its all product of my choices

PS please tell us about the the time you though you were being tested yo be the next jesus or something <3

so long as youre not doing like $500 shein hauls every other week i dont think ur trash. but yeah it absolutely enrages me to see ppl say that and not try at all to be ethical w their consumption like its virtue signalling and it is such ass!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

anyway the preface to me thinking that i was being tested to be god's prophet is that i was slightly mentally unstable i think so. under the cut bc its embarrassing. I will sound insane udner the cut but i promise i am sane i was just raised with like the most insane parts of religion

this happened probably around the age of 12-16/17 when i was trying to turn back 2 god due to my sexuality. like it was a bunch of coincidences after each other that lead me to the conclusion that god was giving me the power to predict the future. for example when i was 12 my dad called home and before my mum even picked up the phone i was like 'my grandpa died' and he did, and then like 3 months later i predicted another death bc i just got this feeling randomly in the middle of the school day that my adoptive 'grandpa' (not rlly a grandpa but like a grandpa figure since i grew up around a bunch of old ppl) was going to die and he died the next day. i had a nightmare that wasn't even specifically about anything it was just me in a dark room with this terrible sense of foreboding and a clock ticking and ticking and the next day i saw the news abt the paris attacks so i thought i predicted that. two yrs later just had this terrible feeling and i was begging my mum not to take me to school bc i was just convinced something terrible was going to happen and literally a few minutes later we heard abt the manchester bombing so. i didnt tell anyone bc i was so stressed bc i was like no one will believe me and i was like god give me a sign that this is real and im not insane and like 3/5 times id ask for a sign which would be like make the wind blow or something and obviously bc wind blows all the time and my timing is terrible the wind would blow and id be like. ok. fuck. that one doesnt count. anyway fast forward like a year i decided 2 try and be more normal abt my sexuality and then terrible shit just KEPT happening to me like punishment, this lgbt page i used to admin on ig when i was like 14 at the exact same time as i was messaging one of my friends and coming out to her via IG bc she moved schools, started messaging ME being like i know what you are (obvi just to scare me) but i was freaked the fuck out!!! and i just had the absolute worst 2018. anyway eventually late 2019 came around, i tried turning 2 god again and tried to practice selflessness and stuff bc honestly i was also motivated by the fact that i hadn't had any predictions. so i made a prediction (still got it on my phone) that '(friend) will have a boyfriend by the end of the year' and she got one like the next month even though they broke up like three weeks later. but i was still asking for signs so one day im in the car while my dad is driving and i have two lollies, one strawberry flavoured (our shared fav) and one like watermelon or smthn. so bc i am still on the 'i am going to try and be selfless for god' train i give my dad the strawberry one and then when i look down at my hand the one i thought was watermelon was also strawberry so i was CONVINCED as a reward god turned my watermelon lolly into strawberry. obviously that didnt happen and i mustve misread the wrapper i thought was watermelon or something. anyway december came around, i graduated, i decided 2 test my prediction skills again because i was beginning 2 get cocky about being god's chosen one and so i texted my friend that good news was coming to her tomorrow and i was right bc her parents told her the next day they were getting her a laptop for uni. so. anyway. this all happened whilst i was still identifying as an atheist (i am an athiest now properly BGBSAKDG) so. i did make another prediction also in september 2019 that a 'structure would crumble' and that didnt come true DASGSADG thankfully.

#so sorry i didnt get back 2 u for like 2 days i have been swamped w uni work #dont rb

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