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[whump-queen]

Godddd the choking piece with Seven was too good you have to continue it 🥹

omg I love that you loved it YAY!! these guys are in my HEAD today... heres a part 2 <33

Confession Time

Tags: physical abuse, choking/asphyxiation, victim blaming, past sexual assault mention, alcohol mention, denial is a river in egypt, Wes is an insecure baby bitch boy. | Words: 1.4k

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Wes was seething. Looming over Seven and gripping the belt, mercifully just loose enough for Seven to breathe. 

"So what, you just tripped and fell into a fucking closet with her? And what, your clothes just magically came off? You actually think I’m an idiot?” 

“Please, they—” Seven coughed a few times, still recovering, “— They got me so drunk, sir I— I barely even remember—”

“But you remember enough to come up with all these excuses, yeah?” Wes scoffed.

“Please.” Seven’s head cowered away but one tug of the belt was enough to make him right his position. “You— you asked what, what happened. So I’m just— I’m just telling you what I remember.” 

“Fine.” Wes twisted his face and scrunched his nose to make it clear he was irritated with even listening to the answer to his own question. 

“I was… they got me drunk. Really drunk—I swear—I blacked out at some point—but I remember… Brie. She— she grabbed me. Just grabbed me by the shirt and, and pulled me upstairs.. and…” Seven's voice was growing smaller the longer he talked, eventually fading out entirely to echo only inside his own head. 

He slumped on his knees, head falling to his chest, tufts of light hair hanging down his face like a halo of bleached nettles. 

He felt tears prick his eyes.

“It w-wasn’t my choice,” his voice cracked as he held back a sob. That was all he wanted to say about that. He was just praying Wes would understand. He was praying Wes wouldn’t press him for further details. 

He had seen pictures. Oh god, he hadn’t even realized. He faintly recalled the other people, who’d come upstairs, he remembered lights. But his drunk mind hadn’t pieced it together, and his sober mind and dutifully forgotten it—until now. 

His memories were spotty at best—fragments, half-formed images—but what he did remember was fucking damning. Nothing that would ease Wes’ mind. Nothing that would make this look better. If anything, the more he tried to recall, the worse it got.

What had Wes seen? It ate at him as he watched his face, waiting for the reaction, the— what did he want? Pity? No— Forgiveness? Compassion? But he wouldn’t get that from Wes. Not tonight. Probably not ever.

Wes stared at Seven, wide-eyed, incredulous. Then his expression contorted—brows pulling tight, lip curling in disgust.

“No. No fucking way. That’s what you’re going with?”

Wes snarled and kicked him hard in the ribs.

"Are you fucking kidding me?” Wes’ nostrils flared, his breath coming out sharp and ragged. His hand gripped the belt again, catching as it hung limply from Seven’s cowed neck. Tight fists, tension rolling up his arms, he gave the belt a tug, not enough to cut his air off, but enough to remind him he could. 

His free hand balled into Seven’s hair and pulled, forcing Seven’s eyes to meet his. 

“You’re really gonna sit here, look me in the eye, and tell me she forced you? Tell me Brie threw herself on you??"

“Please, I—I’m sorry, but it’s true,” Seven’s voice was hollow, barely above a pained whisper. He hated this. Hated that he had to say it. Hated that some tiny, desperate part of him had still hoped—stupidly hoped—that Wes would believe him.

“You don’t get to play the victim here, Seven,” Wes shook Seven’s head with the grip in his hair. “You don’t. You’re not that fucking special.”

Wes’s knee hit him hard in the chest before he could respond. Seven keened over and coughed through it, grateful Wes had caught him on an exhale this time.

“I swear to god,” Seven coughed through his words. “SIr, I didn’t— I wouldn’t—” he gasped, “You have to believe me.”

Wes grabbed the front of Seven’s shirt and yanked him back up into a sitting position. 

"You’re lying. You have to be lying."

Before he could react, Wes’ fist crashed into his left eye socket. 

The force of it knocked him back, and Seven collapsed, his knees and arms painfully folded beneath him. He’d been here before. He knew his best bet was to roll over onto his side and tried to curl himself up, using his knees to protect his face. But Wes saw his attempts to shift and apparently didn’t approve, because that expensive shoe came down hard and sudden on his chest, pressing down on his sternum and pinning him to the floor. 

The position was not desirable—his knees seared in pain, his spine was forced to arch with his wrists trapped underneath. Wes saw the opportunity to pull the belt tighter, cutting off his circulation and giving him nowhere to go to relieve the pressure. 

He felt a zip on one of the cuffs as the force of Wes’ foot pushed it one notch tighter. Seven was panicking, fraught with the urge to flee yet forced to freeze. Nowhere to go. 

Wes was getting louder now. His voice boomed off the pristine glass walls and marble flooring. He kicked Seven again, and again, giving him no room nor time to speak, to explain, to be understood. 

“You think I’m stupid? You think I don’t know you by now? You can pretend to be all meek and fucking helpless or whatever, but when it comes down to it? You’ll take what you can get. And you did."

It wasn’t true. But it was. He had. He hadn’t wanted to. But he had anyway. Right?

Wes would never see it his way. Action over intent—the loathsome thing. Seven felt gutted. Like he’d taken every raw, bleeding piece of himself, laid them out on a tray—only for Wes to spit on them.

Wes would never understand. Wes would always blame him. And the sooner Seven accepted that, the sooner this would stop.

Seven’s vision was going fuzzy again. He cursed Wes. He cursed Brie. He cursed himself. If he hadn’t been so vulnerable. If he hadn’t been so easy. If he hadn’t let himself get so drunk. He should have stopped it.

It was weak, he tried not to let his voice crack.  “I– I’m sorry, sir.”

He felt the bubbling tears breach the dam of his eyelid and trickle down his marred cheeks. 

“I don’t want you to forget for a second what you are. You are mine. You work for me. You are here because of me. You do not go around hooking up with the sorority girls, or any girls, for fuck’s sake. I don’t wanna see any more hookups. Especially. Not. Brie.

Wes slapped him hard. 

“Ever. Got that?”

“Yes! Yes, sir, please—!” Seven cried out, desperate for it to end. He just wanted Wes to get his anger out and leave him alone. He just wanted to cry in peace. 

“Good.” Wes released Seven completely, letting him drop back to the floor, limbs twisted beneath him, belt loose and laying across his chest. 

Seven gasped, fighting the urge to curl in on himself. He didn't want to incite any more outbursts from Wes. He didn’t move from the position. 

"I don't even know what to do about you lying to me about this. I guess I'll have to think of something. Point is, know your fucking place."

The pain in his knees was a distant ache now—blurred out by something deeper, something that left his chest feeling hollow, his throat raw.

Seven groaned, "Yes, sir."

Above him, Wes adjusted his sleeves, exhaled sharply. 

"Don’t make me have this conversation again.”

And then, without looking back, he turned and walked out.

Seven exhaled like he’d been holding his breath for hours. His shoulders sagged, only to pull tight again at the cold bite of metal behind his back.

The cuffs.

Still locked.

His only options were to go find Wes—an unthinkable idea in his current state—or to wait it out. Let Wes cool down. Let Wes get hungry. He’d have to unchain Seven’s hands to make dinner eventually. 

Seven turned onto his side, curling around his aching ribs. The floor pressed into his shoulder, pain still pulsating from his elegant swan dive into the marble.

Why was he still laying on the floor? He supposed he wasn’t as lucid as he thought he was. 

Seven stumbled up, nearly tripping on the sleek floor. Letting the world spin for a moment before he took a step, he made his way out of the living room and down the hall to his room. His hands still bound behind him, it was a pitiful pilgrimage. His door was cracked open. Small mercies.

Exhausted, dizzy, and choked out, Seven collapsed onto the bed, letting the gentle warmth of the blanket beneath him press against his bruised face. In his shallow respite, he hardly noticed the subtle weight of the leather still wrapped around his neck. 

He couldn't get a blanket on top of him, not with his hands like this, but this would be good enough until Wes inevitably came to find him. 

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[icaruspartharmony]

Ok so im a little uncomfortable so check the tags and buckle up because im gonna open my mouth

WHY THE FUCK DOES DARIUS HONG HAVE TO EXIST.

NO, CAUSE WHY. HE SERVES NO PURPOSE OTHER THAN BEING FUCKING CREEPY! ANY ROLE HE HAS PLAYED/IS PLAYING RN COULD HAVE BEEN DONE BY SOMEBODY ELSE.

NONE. OF THE CREEPY SHIT DARIUS HAS DONE WAS NEEDED. NONE OF IT. IT SERVES NO PURPOSE. IT DOESN'T SEEM TO HAVE ANY LASTING IMPACT ON ANYONE HE'S IN CONTACT WITH, WHICH THANK GOD BUT WHY IN THE FIRST PLACE IF IT DOESNT D O ANYTHING!

WHAT DO I MEAN BY CREEPY SHIT? LEGITIMATE SEXUAL ASSAULT ON MULTIPLE OCCASIONS. LITERAL R4PE. IT'S DISGUSTING! UNCOMFORTABLE! POTENTIALLY VERY, VERY TRIGGERING! AND I H A R D L Y SEE A WARNING.

"Ohh ohh we needed a reason to get him in jail so that jiho could have his badass moment with a yellow-tag guy and rise to the top and then the interview with daniel so it could pl-" YOU COULD HAVE JUST DONE SOMETHING ELSE. HAVE JIHO KICK SOME OTHER GUYS ASS. YOU COULD HAVE PICKED SOMEBODY ELSE.

"Buh but evra evra this stuff does happen its important to shed light on-" NAH YOU COULD HAVE DONE THAT WAY DIFFERENTLY, BUT YOU DIDN'T.

AND HE'S THE GAY REPRESENTATION IN LOOKISM. you could argue Jay is The Gay too and they're just not saying anything and I'd be like "yeah! That sounds right! If he was a woman he'd be a main love interest! My king fr!" but HE'S NOT BEING SHOWN THAT WAY. MY HEADCANON IS NOT CANON. AND MOST LIKELY, WON'T BE. IT IS DOWNRIGHT PROBLEMATIC HOW HE'S THE MOST OBVIOUSLY SHOWN GAY REP IN LOOKISM. "evraaaa not all gay people are good people!" YEAH BUT HE'S PRETTY MUCH THE ONLY ONE WE'RE SEEING ON LEVEL ONE HERE. THE ONE. AND HE'S A CONVICTED R4PIST. THAT'S HIM, THAT'S THE GUY.

I'M UPSET! I'M UPSET BECAUSE THIS MF HAS BEEN DOING RING AROUND THE ROSIE WITH MY INTRUSIVE THOUGHTS THESE DAYS! IT BOTHERS ME! I CAN ONLY IMAGINE HOW MUCH FUCKING WORSE IT IS FOR ACTUAL VICTIMS OF SA!

I COULD BE WRONG! I COULD BE! I COULD HAVE MISSED SOMETHING, I ADMIT IT! I COULD HAVE NOT READ THAT CLOSE IN THE WARNINGS AT THE BEGINNING OF THE EPISODE BECAUSE SHIT DOESN'T REALLY TRIGGER ME. BUT GODDAMN THIS MOTHER FUCKER HE IS INFURIATING.

I HATE HIM. SO MUCH SO MUCH SO MUCH.

If i got some info wrong please let me know :) keep yourself safe out there

Drink your water, shoplift, eat filling food, brush your teeth, punch a racist, brush your hair and shower! Self care isn't always something you want to do <3333

[toshkakoshka]

jesse/gustavo: because i swear to god i will riot on the -10 fics available

i swear to god there has only been ONE (1) FIC thats meant way too much to me in this entire tag; op fucking got it from here and they didn’t even have to do any goddamn kissing. 

yes, of course, gustavo is a favorite villain and jesse is just. my sweet baby. so i was like ayo why not and then i started laughing to myself, suddenly the camera zooms to my face and BOOM. 

la idea. 

unfortunately, if anybody knew me well enough, if i get a good idea i fuck around way too hard on it, regret it, and then immediately obsess over it.

so:

why this exactly? i’m a sucker for unexplained concepts. i’m also very bad at picking a common preference, and as much as i don’t like walt/jesse to be romanticized it’s like... hard to push away the fact that their relationship explains the reason why jesse can’t exactly leave.

jesse’s a sweetheart. he’ll take the responsibility to care about anyone and he’s just so malleable and vulnerable, and it’s horrible to witness the fact the show really hammers that shit in. walt is just incredibly unworthy of the concern he actually shows him and we all know it. he doesn’t belong to this world, he deserves to have a good life with people he loves, but these worlds obviously just.... don’t fit. 

at least, if you turn the perspective into something to where this has to be his life now.

i dunno. you wanna pick all the men in jesse’s life? it’s not the... well. it wasn’t the considered option but it’s certainly better than walt; and so we pick: Gustavo Fring. 

first impression? awful. but fortunately for jesse, gustavo’s actually seen the potential in this kid. i mean, you gotta be very special if you’re the junkie who gets picked to do work over someone who actually has knowledge over this shit, right? that’s the fascination. the intrigue. but he thinks, for the fact he’s witnessed how innocent this kid actually is, that it’s easy to manipulate. 

not so fast: jesse knows how to read through situations now. he knows how gustavo’s words and ways are, he knows he’s dangerous, what does this dinner mean? a personal warning. gustavo is not happy, but he’s begrudgingly impressed that jesse knows how to read it the way it is. 

it’s not about the challenge, that gustavo’s intrigued by. it’s the fact that he was right about having to find that there’s more to jesse than just his first impression. 

also, do yall like... notice that gustavo has a very specific way of smiling when he’s being the boss of los pollos hermanos. the smile doesn’t reach his eyes. a real smile always includes your eyes crinkling, but the more you look into this man’s eyes it’s genuinely just. plastic. gustavo has never smiled outside of that incident. gustavo has never expressed any emotion outside of pure rage and terror, meanwhile back in the older days, he actually used to take better action.

guess who actually let him have the smirk of pride?

jesse. 

back in the mexico epsiode, where the kid proved himself to actually be a leader in leading this shithole of a lab? yeah, sure, big dick = being good impression for power, probably also cements the fact that he’s incredibly useful for the future of the empire (lmao what empire am i right haashdahfhdf *sobs*), but my ass has Witnessed both better call saul and breaking bad to fucking confirm that this is probably the only genuine time gustavo has smirked. IT REACHED THIS DUDE’S EYE, LIKE, IDK WITH YOU BUT THAT’S A FEAT IN ITSELF EVEN IF IT’S JSUT A SLIGHT TWITCH. IM PROBABLY GOING INSANE BUT IT LIVES IN MY MIND RENT FREE

you know what makes me salty is that it seems like not a lot of fics invest in this fact, but gus seems to just have the absolute worst time handling emotions. yeah, sure, all of these guys are dudes who repressed their trauma, but we all have FIRST HAND WITNESS as to how that fucking came to be. his emotions disappeared from losing the one person who he’s had such an intimate connection with, it’s probably even the last time he’s cried or screamed considering we see none of that shit. gustavo twitches, shakes, but the rest of his rage comes from killing people and even that it’s just pure silence. he’s so viscerally broken that it’s actually heartbreaking to know how easily he can just shut it out until he’s alone. 

and i bring this up ‘cause this is the factor of potential in the relationship that i’m obsessed with. i’ve been absolutely taken by the headcanon that max used to be like jesse, he had a talent in picking things up but had the unfortunate habit of using in the middle of it all. 

it’s a punch to the gut. seeing someone young, inexperienced but already so exhausted. gus doesn’t know if it’s pleasant or if it’s absolutely splitting, but for every twitch in gus’s expression and the way he’s slowly approaching jesse beckons him into having to forcefully realize that the walls that he’s put up are slowly, ever so slightly, reaching. 

for the first time, gustavo wants to feel it for himself. 

it’s about what could have been, really. he feels affection for him, and he’s... he’s not afraid, or angry about it, it’s more of something confusing and nostalgic and it’s awful, but he wants to hold jesse’s face in his hands and care for him the way he knows how. 

or, if he still ever really remembers to. 

he tries not to let it get to him. 

for jesse, on the other hand, we know what’s going on with him: it’s horrible. it’s unfortunate. someone come give this kid a hug (*AHEM*) 

he’s the before process of everybody involved in this goddamn show. 

what could this guy possibly ever really see in a monster like gus?

well, for one thing, in spite of everything, he could never stomach another death unless it really had to be done. even then, he’s only human. and because he knows that gus has told him that he sees something in him, that’s given him that leverage to know what kind of person gus must be. 

like, he’s curious. but he also wants to hear that he can make somebody proud, and that somebody could adore him for that. (and they do, don’t worry baby)

so what’s jesse’s end on the bargain? 

what he wants in a man is a figure who actually deserves the care he gives. he craves affection and love and is unintentionally working through those barriers, wanting to know things from gus that the guy has never really bothered to specify. 

he... hates to think about it. but theres something that he really, really wants from gus’s positive attention. it’s earned, and deserving, and it’s rare but gus wants to be a person sometimes, too. jesse makes him feel like a person every time he fucking drags him through the dirt, but the fact that he’s never changed the way he’s spoken means that it’s the equal footing they have to be on. 

so sometimes he accidentally catches the looks: the unrestrained relaxed demeanor gus adapts, lingering grasps on his shoulders. to him, gus is a man who’s probably never touched anybody without the intent of strangling to death, but he’s about to be wronged. semi-wronged. gustavo has never given affection in a long time, but now he’s giving this random kid a soft spot because it’s a relationship that he for once has never been yelled at for being all wrong or doing everything badly. 

maybe that’s why jesse wants to know about it. being special will always mean so much to him, because clearly it’s been difficult to get that. intimacy is just a differrent thing when it comes to the both of them. it always starts with attachment. 

[teddy-the-queer-wizard]

look my problem with the au megamind where Roxanne is the alien and megamind is the reporter is i cant stop thinking about what i want out of that and how its probably not what other people want out of that which should mean 'oh shit i gotta write it' but really means 'in the next couple of months im going to rewatch megamind and be extremely frustrated because idk how to write these people as is let alone in an au'

but here are some thoughts

Itd have to take place on megaminds home world so like. have to develop that culture and frame it as the usual and other things as oddities

metroman still shows up at the same time the baby human does

roxan richie and metromans rivalry is less of a game and more of a metroman one up'd her ome to many times so now shes gotta take him out

its fine not because shes incompetent- in fact her death rays and pointy sticks are ingenious and have 0% public property or civilian causalities - but because metroman is not only impossible to kill, he adapts to anything that gets close (anything that doesnt kill him makes him stronger literally)

i guess this means theres a good chunk of the story that is centered around human adaptability vs perfect hero dudes adaptability

Roxanne Ritchie is actually a noted scientist or something at the local research facility - i figure blue people planet is really advanced and everyones at least a little technosmart but while it doesnt come as easily or naturally to Roxanne her way of thinking is really unique n shiz and shes an asset to every team....

but if you see her in a mask with some project from the lab macguivered into a gun trying to kill metroman well, no ones getting hurt and humans need hobbies and everyone respects the mask desptie the fact shes the ONLY human on the planet so its not like its hard to figure out who she is

she does spend a lot of nights having to rebuild projects and apologizing and such but basically everyone plays the plausible deniability card and asks her questions abiut what went wrong and okay so the masked menace failed after you let them steal our project but lets pretend for a moment the goal was to fix crops how would you say this did? and grumply shed revamp the guns weird side effect into an alien pollinating crop duster or whatever

got carried away when REALLY all I WANTED to say was

Whille Roxanne Ritchie is adaptable ingenuity and gets away at the last minute NOT because no ones trying to catch her but shes just that CLEVER and thinks ahead and shiz....

Megamind is the guy trying to interview her in the middle of a fight like he thinks he's cute - i mean he is but shes chasing after metroman and skids to a stop because this jerk stepped in for a comment. or shes lining up the perfect shot but theres a close up of megaminds reporter bag in the way

the thing is that maybe... blue people arent violent. a natural disaster hit recently and theyre coming back from it and if the two adopted alien kids want to play extreme tag well no ones getting hurt and Roxanne Ritchie will grow out of her competitiveness no doubt caused by just how superior EVERYONE on the planet is by finding her own niche and metroman will grow up and stop bating her because maybe he IS still better than everyone else and thats met with "oh very nice we're proud" but it doesnt really validate him or make him feel special because its just treated as a special thing he can do by everyong but Roxanne Ritchie and once he's found something that makes him feel good regardless of the attention or lack of it he'll stop playing too

but megamind? megamind has an imagination that loves drama and blowing things out of proportion and thats part of why his reports are so popular? like yeah everyones treating this super hero showdown with indulgence but megamind is good at framing theatrics so that this news story is actually a compelling narrative? and also everyone can see the tension is going to have one of these three "kids" confessing live someday

and maybe he gets carried away. one of those 'aw well next time you could do x or y' or has some technological creation that accidentally actually makes Metroman flinch during an interview

and Roxanne Ritchie starts paying attentionto him for the first time.

and minion warns him but he doesnt listen. minion is lower class and is afraid of being replaced like a pet like some people do but Roxanne Ritchie Ritchie doesnt have a minion and even if she did theyre Best Friends not like those other blue people minion uperclass people.

and he carelessly says something unforgivable and Roxanne Richie uses his ideas and actually succeeds in killing metroman

so she goes to prison - a place they had to build just for her because this hasnt happened since stars knows when

and somebody else is doing the camera because minion left just is gone and megamind looks defeated but testifies against her and is quiet and subdued and stpps being a reporter for a bit

and.... idk. i feel like we'll have to resolve the whole class system so minon goes underground and finds other minons who are unhappy with the way of things and if theyre ALREADY rebuilding society after that huge natural disaster that DIDNT blow up their planet thanks TO a minion well ehy cant they fix this too?

so theres a rebellion going on and theyve got a secret weapon to make blue people listen and idk but i feel like it's Metroman

and... how do stories like this go ive forgotten

minion wouldnt tell megamind or he would

metroman would break Roxanne Ritchie out of prison during the first riot of the minion revolt?

they talk and compare why they hated eachother and slowly work together and are actually a great team?

and then they need a reporter to make themselves heard as something other than minions going crazy

and so of course they go to megamind for help getting the story out

something something megamind is minions sidekick for this adventure

"Roxanne Ritchie was raised by the planet and turned against it and instigated civil unrest and killed a person who was also the good child etc etc instead of just growing up to face your problems"

"actually im alive and i finally found my place? helping out the real heros?"

"i mean i did try to kill him, but he forgave me and we're kinda working together because planet of moms and dads that raised us? yall actually are the ones who need to grow up and let go of the traditions that dont serve etc etc"

and megamind does a huge public apology to minion

and... uhhhhhhhhh fuck i really dont know how these storyies go

the blue people start making amends

metroman basically becomes a social worker for minion childern because finding their original families is a bit hard and most of these kids are just going to end up being raised by super dad but at least the rebellion minion families are actually geting to be their own family units and in a couple gens thatll be normal

Roxanne Ritchie goes back to being the token human in the lab and hangs up her super suit and is generally dissatisfied with this

until one night a hero breaks into her apartment to make her answer for her crimes and so for a legit hot second theyre fighting and megamind says something and Roxanne apologizes and then fighting stops being an argument and goes into banter flirting

the worss "where theres evil good will rise up to fight it" peob comes up a lot in this fic in different iterations

anyways megamind isnjust basically like hey wanna do this like. for the rest of our lives dramatic battle showdowns like its entertainment but like no theyre doing this for real?

the answer is hell yeah

and its a polyship and sometimes Roxanne is helping with the kids and then Megamind bursts in to "save" the family from her evil clutches and 90% of the time everything is improve

megamind kidnaps Roxanne to make metromind save her and a good half of the conversation is that hes an idiot for coming shes tried to kill him three times this week and hes bitching because do you know how hard it is to find a sitter for 30 odd minion kids this short notice and they better make it up to him

Roxanne is not superdad but the 30 odd minion kids adore when she comes over because they mob the villain so hard until finally mega comes to save her because hes actually very good with the kids

of course this poly ship isnt complete without minion and at some point minion and mega realize theyve actually been married for years and Roxanne and metro tease them shamelessly for it

minion and his race need a real name obviously

when Roxanne was a... graduate her senior project theses thingy was essentially "im going to go back to planet earth itll be great ive figured out were im from and how to go there in a reasonable amout of time" and everyone had to sit her down and explain that unlike metroman they knew where she was from the planet was just destroyed.

they never figured out where metroman was from because his direction sharply changed to follow baby Roxannes course and mirrored her coding despite very obviously how he had originated from elsewhere

this is important because his race is basically coming to conquer the blue people planet soon - the group finds out - and will download all the survival upgrades metroman has gotten to become unkillable and then just come down to the surface and be unstoppable taking the place over and whiping out the planet like theyve done many many times

a good chunk of the time trying to figure out how to stop them when this planet is REALLY against murder war and violence for good reason and even if they WOULD do that its impossible over looks some alone time that leads to megamind and metroman figuring out how to like kill him so when the bad guys show up theyll go "whelp better not fuck with them" and leave but between roxanne and minion they manage to not only stabilize metroman (Roxanne blood transfusions maybe???) but they manage to scare the aliens so bad they tuck tail and leave speading rumors that these are the scariest mfs in space (go minion)

metroman never lets Roxanne live down saving his life

eventually space humans show up to check the place out

megamind loves everything human despite most of the planet thinking theyre primitive and showing it

roxanne is reluctant to meet them at first but then really relates to them?

for a good long while it REALLY seems like megamind and Roxanne are just going to go on space adventures with the humans leaving metroman and minion - who really doesnt like them and also they kinda rub him the wrong way because he's non bipedal and they kinda make fun of him in a 'we totally dont mean anything by it lighten up' sort of way.

they don't go of course but they may have stolen a lot of atar charts n shit and who hasnt wanted to take a road trip through space with 30 odd childern who will need names and personalities and may be chopped down to a slightly more reasonable number by this point?

metroman loves space karaoke and his natural abilites mean he learns languages fast but no he still cant carry a tune

megamind and Roxanne still duke it out on various alien cityscapes

minion usually breaks them out of jail if theyre not to be let out the next day because nothing was actually damaged that didnt belong to them.

one memorable occasion it was metoman in a fight with megamind and they wont say what its about but both look very put out and minion looks smug

it doesn't matter in the end because Roxanne teams up with the childern to propose to them first

apparantly i had a lot more ideas about this then i meant to? i mean its not well thoughout out and despite the drama a good half the fic is just going to be cute relationship building stuff between the four of them

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The Northside Serpent: Part 11

Request: Yes / No

Request are closed <3 Have a nice day/night

Sweet Pea x Keller!Reader

Word count: 1291

Warnings: Nothing I think

Y/N: Your Name

Summary: You’re Kevin Keller’s little sister when you’re mom left to go to war and your dad started cheating (I’m making it so he’s been cheating since season 1) You started rebelling; dying your hair, getting a nose piercing, tattoo, and hanging out on the southside.

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Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11

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I woke up the next morning and it was Friday, I was so happy because a new movie was coming out and I was hoping Sweet Pea would go with me. I got out of bed and picked out my outfit for the day then got dressed. I put on a black long-sleeved crop top, a pink skirt, kitty stockings, my pink creepers with black hearts on them, and a black rose headband. For makeup a did a pink lip, and a cute pink eyeshadow to match. For hair, I just left it down and scrunched it up a bit to make it wavy.

I walked downstairs and Kevin was so ready to get to school. I swear he looked like he was ready to jump out of his skin he was so excited. I looked at him as I grabbed an apple and raised my eyebrow at him.

“What are you so excited for?” I asked and he smiled.

“I’m gonna ask Moose if he wants to go see Love Simon with me.” He said and I rolled my eyes.

“Kev, you know he’s with Midge right?” I said.

“Yeah but come on! We both know he’s gay.” He said and I rolled my eyes.

“Whatever you say brother.” I said and walked past him. We grabbed our bags and left to school. Kevin spotted Moose right away and ran up to him. I sighed and shook my head at my brother. I went to my locker and saw Toni was there waiting for me.

“Hey girl, back with the cuties colors?” She asked with a smirk when I walked up to her.

“Well, with the new romance coming to Riverdale, I wanted to get in the spirit!” I said getting my books and whatnot. Toni laughed and shook her head at me. Sweet Pea and Fangs walked up to us.

“Hey babe.” He said and kissed my head.

“Hey cutie.” I smiled up at him.

“Quinny! Don’t flirt with me when your boyfriends around.” Fangs joked making me laugh. Sweet Pea shoved him and he laughed.

“Anyway, Sweet would you come to the movies with me this weekend?” I asked with the biggest smile.

“To see that new movie?” He asked hesitantly. I nodded and before he could answer Fangs jumped in.

“I’ll go with you if he won’t!” He said with a smile.

“Of course I’ll go with you babe.” He said wrapping his arm around me.

“You guys can come with us if you want to.” I said with a smile.

“I’ll come.” Fangs said with a smile.

“Maybe I’ll tag along.” Toni said. The bell rang and Fangs, Sweet Pea and I left to go to class while Toni went to her.

Toni and I met up when we had off while the two boys were stuck in class. We were sitting outside just talking and having some nice girl talk.

“So, something weird happened in the bathroom earlier.” Toni said.

“What?” I asked confused.

“Cheryl called Jughead and told him Betty and Archie kissed for no reason then she told me to tremble?” She said confused.

“Yeah, that’s Cheryl for you.” I laughed.

“But then I told her to tell me what was wrong with her, because clearly she’s in pain and she shouted at me.” She said.

“She shouted at you?” I asked.

“Yeah but not in like a bitchy way, it was more like a defencive way.” She said and I raised an eyebrow at her. I knew Cheryl was bi, I’m pretty sure I was the only one that knew.

“Interesting.” I said with a small nod.

After school, the Toni got a call from FP telling her that everyone was staying at Sunnyside Trailer Park! FP invited them over to celebrate and when he heard I was with them he invited me too. We went to FP’s trailer and a small amount of Serpents were piled in. FP called Jughead to tell him the news, that’s how I found out that Hiram Lodge bought the trailer park…Not long after we got there Sweet Pea dropped me off at home and we made plans to meet up at the theater tomorrow night.

The whole next day Kevin and I hung out together, just the two of us. Dad was at work or with his girlfriend. Kevin and I watched T.V. and then he wanted to go to Pop’s before the movie. I didn’t go with him, instead, I went upstairs to my room to get ready. I put on a gray crop top, a black skirt, some cute boots, a gray beanie, and my leather jacket. For makeup, I did a dark pink lip and a gray and pink eyeshadow with a wing.

Once I was done I got it was time to meet Sweets, Fangs, and Toni. I met them outside the theater and the four of us walked in. We bought our tickets and were now getting snacks. I spotted my brother and went over to go talk to him, telling my friends I’d be right back.

“Hey Kev!” I said hugging him from behind to surprise him.

“Hey sis, who are you here with?” He asked and I pointed over to my friends.

“The Serpents…” He said and I sighed.

“Please Kev, I don’t get why you’re on dad’s side with this all of a sudden, I mean you dated one!” I said annoyed.

“And look how well that worked out.” He said and I rolled my eyes.

“Whatever, how’d it go with Moose?” I asked and he sigh.

“I told you he was with Midge.” I said and he nodded. Josie walked up to us with a smile.

“Hey Y/N, Kevin.” She said.

“Hey Josie.” I smiled back.

“You guys here with somebody?” She asked and I nodded.

“Yeah, I should probably get back to them. I’ll see you guys around!” I said and walked back to my friend.

“Where’s Toni?” I asked and the boys pointed over to the snack bar. She was walking up to Cheryl and I smirked.

“Oh we have to see how this goes down.” I said and we walked closer to hear them.

“Let me guess…Some cherry cola for Cheryl Bombshall?” Toni said with her arms crossed.

“Oh, my god. What do you want? And why do you keep stalking me?” Cheryl asked with her usual sass.

“I’m not. I came to see this movie with Fangs, Sweet Pea, and Y/N.” She said and Cheryl rolled her eyes.

“Are you okay?” Toni asked.

“I’m alone at the movies and I’m trying to stay away from my mother, who has turned out house into her sexual playpen. So, no, I’m really not.” Cheryl said and I frowned.

“Well, you could join us if you want. I know Y/N won’t mind, right?” Toni said turning to us and our eyes widened.

“Nope, not at all!” I said then nervously laughed. The two girls smiled and we went to our seats. The movie was amazing, it was beautiful. Once it was over Toni and Cheryl went to Pop’s together while Fangs, Sweet Pea and I went to the Wyrm. Kevin wanted me to come with him a Josie to talk to our parents but I couldn’t. It would only end it yelling and I couldn’t deal with that right now. The three of us had a few non-alcoholic drinks and I watched the boys play a few games of pool. After a few hours I told Kevin I was staying at a friends house and Sweet Pea took me to his place. He gave me one of his t-shirts to sleep in and we cuddled up together then fell asleep.

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[sanjayyyy-13]

These Batboys gotta chill

Hi guys! This imagine was requested and I overestimated how fast I can type. So it may seem a little crappier than the other Batboy imagines. It is basically the batboys being protective of they S/O . I hope you guys enjoy and be sure to send in some requests!

Bruce: This guy is OVER protective of you. I’m talking, personal chauffeurs, body guards (when he isn’t around) and a tracer on you at all times. He has to be like this because he is a very wealthy business man who gets targeted all the time. You don’t love all this extra security and you can’t get a minute to yourself. But you appreciate it. There was a time you got “attacked” by somebody who was in love with Bruce, I mean who wouldn’t be? When he heard what happened he made sure they were apprehended and he hired a whole new security team.

“Bruce, it’s fine. You don’t have to press charges.”

“No. I won’t have this conversation. You could of gotten hurt or worse.”

“Babe, leave it”

“I’m not going to. I can’t live with myself if anything happens to you”

Whenever you guys are together he does not have to worry because he knows he can protect you because he’s Batman! However one thing that he does have to worry about is all the people trying to hit on you. Because damn.. you always be looking like a snack. Cue his resting “i’m going to kill you if you don’t back off” face. He’ll usually give you exactly 30 seconds to handle it by yourself. Usually that will make the offender back off but on the rare occasion it doesn’t, expect him to be extra touchy with you. It’ll start off with a arm around your waist and then him holding you against him. This will finally get the guy or girl to back off.

For example:

Some dude or dudette: “Hey there, I saw you looking at me across the bar and you are really sexy”

You: “Umm. Im sorry but I think you might have got the wrong impr-“

Some dude or dudette: “Whatever, can I get your number?”

Bruce: “I don’t think you let her/him finish. They were about to tell you to get out of here” *signature bat glare*

Some dude or dudette: “Oh um.. yeah bye.”

You: “I could of handled it, you don’t have to butt in to every-mmrgh” he cuts you off by planting a very passionate kiss on your lips.

Apart from his overprotectiveness this dude is pretty chill and I think he would let you have your freedom but still have you under a watchful eye.

Dick: Bro… he goes 0 to 100 real quick. He may seem all sunshine and unicorns but he has a dark side that is usually uncovered when he needs to protect you. For starters he hates it if you go out alone because you could get mugged, after all this is Gotham. This happened a couple of times but you do have a great right hook, so bye bye bad guys. You may have come home with cuts and bruises, he immediately started babying you and swearing revenge in whatever dick wads did this to you. He gave you a taser gun so you could get whatever shit you needed done faster. Even after teaching you self defense and equipping you with some weapons he still follows you from the top of the buildings during patrol.

The first time this happened you wanted to have fun with him so you sarcastically stated “Oh my god help! I’m being stalked by a spandex clad idiot”. He started laughing and dropped down in front of you. “Hey! I may be in spandex, but I am no idiot” he stated offendedly. Chuckling he pulled you into an embrace and gave you a kiss on your forehead. It was a cute and cuddly moment but got interrupted by a buzz from his comms. “I gotta go angel” he says into your hair. Sigh. “Okay, go kick ass my spandex clad idiot”. He scoffs and disappears into the night.

When you guys are out in pubs he always makes sure that you are next to him. His hand never leaves your waist throughout the night. But as usual some drunk dude comes around asking for your number. Dick won’t even allow you to say one word because he will already be giving threats to this dude.

“Ay ma lemme get that number!”

“Back off before I shove my foot up your ass”

“Jeez, chill. Yo girl you better restrain your man”

You usually have to hold him back from starting a fight with anyone who even glances your way.   (now all I can think about is him aggressively dancing and giving murderous looks to whoever looks at you… I’m dead) Sure, it’s cute but it gets annoying after some time because he never let’s loose afterwards however his love for you kinda cancels things out.

Jason: He’s a pretty chill dude when it comes to people hitting on you because he knows you can handle it pretty well. However he doesn’t tolerate it if anybody gets physical, for example if anybody touches you inappropriately and you are visibly uncomfortable. When it ever come to it he will stalk up towards whomever it may be and give them hell. First he will shoot them murderous looks from beside you or he will push them back and start a fight with them. Once it got so bad that the other guy ended up with a black eye and broken nose. Jason didn’t allow you to go out alone (at night) anywhere after that.

“Back off, they are clearly uncomfortable”

“Dude, chill they ain’t saying nothing”

“Get off of them before I punch you right in the nose”

And the rest is history.

Whenever he comes back from a long patrol and is exhausted he will be sure to collapse right on top of you and smother you with love just to make sure your alive because of the tragic things he see and experiences out there. His favorite position is with you sitting down and his head resting on your chest with your legs spread apart. This is because he can clearly hear you heart beating. There is no need to communicate, you guys are so in sync now that you know exactly how one another is feeling and what they need. (kinda like sims.. hehe)

Sometimes he has horrible nightmares with you becoming a victim to Jokers games. He always wakes up in a cold sweat and a beating heart, but when he realizes your steady breathing next to him he immediately becomes relaxed.

Since his job as Red Hood include making a lot of enemies and some may know his identity because he used to be “Arkham Knight”, he equips you with guns and knives. You have learnt a bunch of self defense techniques with his help and could pretty much become a vigilante. But he would never let that happen, you’re too precious.

Tim: When it comes to people hitting on you he wouldn’t even remotely know how to handle it. He’s such a cinnamon bun that he would let you handle it. Only if you ever really needed help and looked really uncomfortable will he become quite aggressive. Once you guys were at Bruce’s gala and a guy wouldn’t stop stalking you and you couldn’t really go anywhere without him needing to start a conversation with you. So Timmy boy came over and gave this guy a piece of his mind. After that outburst he immediately looked at you wondering if he handled the situation appropriately, but considering the guests expression it was a no. Honestly who the fuck cares because he took you both home for a comfortable night with Netflix and popcorn.

“Tim, thanks for that save back at the gala”

“No problem (Y/N), I will always be there to protect you”

*cue your cuddle session or make out session you preference*

Just like his brothers he make sure to teach you some fighting techniques and deck you out with some gear. He would always ask you to keep a tracer with you because he doesn’t wasn’t to ever lose you. He isn’t crazy overprotective like his dad but he still keeps a close eye on you. He makes sure that you get your freedom and free time but usually he becomes sad without his ball of energy near him all the time. But he always keeps your needs as priority numero uno.

“Babe, Im going out with my friends”

“Really? Now? Make sure to keep the tracer in you purse, don’t drink to much and take care of yourself. Call me if you need anything”

“Okay, mom”

“Seriously (Y/N), I need you to be safe”

“I will, I’m not the one who puts their life in dangerous every single night. Love you”

Damian: He’s just like his old pops when it comes to being protective. But he is so much more  stricter. He has a certain set of rules that he expects you to follow. This includes don’t go out late at night, carry a weapon at all times, make sure you inform him where you are at all the time, blah blah blah. Do you follow them all the time… hell no. Gosh you would go absolutely insane.

His reaction: He gets mad… whats new? You make it up to him and he becomes better. But he won’t let it pass if you brought it upon yourself. Like once you were mad at Damian and you went to a friends party at the club. You tried to make him jealous by grinding upon some poor innocent soul. First he locked eyes with you and gave you a warning. You ignored him and let things escalate, he walked over and that person almost shit their pants because Damian whispered some pretty scary things to them.

“Damian, I’m sorry.”

“(Y/N), you can’t expect me to forgive you. You completely betrayed my trust and did something that almost made me kill someone.”

“Look, how can I make it up to you. I will do any-“

“It doesn’t matter. What matters is that you are always safe”

Ugh he can be so infuriating and smart that it annoys you. But you can see the truth to what he is saying so you start following what he says as long as you can still have your freedom. Whenever he has nightmares about you, he usually wakes you up so he can talk about it with someone. Sometimes he may even break down crying and that’s totally fine but it’s so heartbreaking because he loves you so much and will do legit anything to protect you.

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[triilo-write]

Modern Male Orc x Trans Man Reader (sfw) Part 1

this kinda hit me in the middle of the night when i was supposed to be sleeping so i started it on my phone and then finished on my compute r

You couldn't believe you'd finally cracked. For the last two years you had been happily single, focusing more on earning your degree than on a love life. You liked it that way. The last couple relationships you'd had were... rocky, to say the least, but ended mutually and on good terms. You even sometimes went out to get a drink with one of them now and then; with her new girlfriend tagging along who you were immediately determined to befriend. Your roommate, on the other hand, seemed to think that your forlorn gazes at the other male students was a sign that you needed to give it another shot.

"Okay, just, hear me out." Nira had began during one movie night. The faun had paused at the half wall separating the living room from the ‘kitchen’ with a bowl of hot popcorn in their hands, chocolaty brown eyes locked on you instead of the tv. "Just one date won't bring about the end of the world. You can just ask one of the cute guys in your classes, or at work." They suggested, pouting huffily at your eye roll.

 "You know why I can't 'just' do that, N." You sighed, dropping the remote into the little hammock the blanket made between your knees. "I have the worst time talking to anybody, let alone a cute somebody." You glanced at them as they settled down beside you, tucking a leg under the other.

 "Then.. Why not not ask them face to face?"

 "...You've lost me."

 "A dating profile!" Nira exclaimed, eyes glinting excitedly in the dim light. "Just make like, a Tinder or a Grindr or whatever other app floats your boat, and just browse and wait for a match."

You had to admit that at the time it wasn't the worst possible idea. They'd had plenty worse than using a dating app. But.. You still beat around the bush for another week and a half. Eventually you set up a Grindr- without letting Nira know right off the bat- and the waiting game began. You groaned to yourself and left your phone forgotten on your chest to cover your face with your hands. "There's no way I really got talked into this..." You grumbled against your palms, shutting your eyes and closing off all the nervous thoughts prickling at the back of your mind.

Within just a few minutes of calming down, your phone buzzed almost aggressively against you. You expected it to be Nira, or another friend, or even a classmate asking about notes. Instead, it was an alert that someone had liked you. Apparently you really didn’t need to wait as long as you thought.

It was an almost painfully handsome orcish someone. According to the distance he most likely went to your college and probably even stayed in one of the dormitories, or an apartment like you were, and it set off another wave of nerves. From his profile photos he actually was part of the culinary students, which was a bit of a surprise. Especially considering the first photo was of him and a bunch of other men in football uniforms.

Idly, you worried at your bottom lip with your teeth as you read over his bio, shifting onto your side. His name was Mhurren- an addendum of “the H is silent :)” following- and was twenty-three and, apparently, over six-and-a-half feet tall. Good Gods. And, the more you read, the more you found yourself smiling. He liked going hiking, watching The Great British Baking Show, and expressed a great fondness for blueberry muffins. All things you oddly enough, enjoyed too. Chronic joint pain made hiking a, well, pain in the ass; but you loved being out in nature and exploring. Maybe you’d be able to visit the state park together sometime? You sighed to yourself and mulled over your options, your eyes lingering on his face.

 In the picture he was with a naga, both of them dressed in the standard double-breasted jacket of culinary students, flour dusting the maroon fabric . He had one thick arm around the naga’s neck in a playfully gentle headlock- you could tell by the beaming grin on both of their faces. The naga herself was beautiful; her skin a warm tan with speckling of deep crimson scales on her cheeks and climbing up her neck. Her dark hair was tied up in a neat bun and amber eyes focused on the camera with a happy glint in them. He, however, captivated you with all the little details. His skin was a deep green, and thick tusks caught the overhead lights; his long hair was dyed a rich dark seafoam with the dark brown roots showing. It was tied back in a beautiful dutch braid that he had pulled over his shoulder, and just messy enough to show he’d let it down out of a bun just a little before. His piercings were beautiful- bright silver studs in erl, snake bite, and brow styles. The philtrum looked like it was more stone than metal, but you couldn’t make out what kind just yet.

Just yet? You didn’t even know if you were going to meet him!

Your gaze drifted from the philtrum to the attractive black septum ring, then up higher to his eyes. Mirth glittered in their mismatched depths, and you found yourself inhaling a little sharply. His right eye was a blue to rival the sky, whereas the left was a striking, storm cloud grey.

 ...Maybe liking him back couldn’t hurt after all. Your thumb swiped his profile to the right and you could feel a small coil of anxiety twist in your chest as the app announced a match. “Oh, Gods.” You mumbled to yourself as you shifted to sit up, crossing your legs together. Your thumbs nervously tapped the edges of your phone while the chat was loaded; what if you said something wrong right off the bat? Maybe he’d lose interest the moment you started to talk, what if-

A message popped up and drove you from your apprehensive thoughts, and you read it with a flutter in your stomach.

 ‘hey! sorry if I’m keeping you up any.’

‘Oh! No, no youre fine! Im just settling in to relax for the night’ Not a complete lie, but you didn’t want him to feel bad for talking to you.

‘oh good. I didn’t really expect you to swipe back tbh.’

‘Really?’

‘yeah, but I just joined and don’t really know what to expect in general, you know?’

‘Gods, tell me about it. Ive never had a dating profile before so this is all extremely new’

You were glad he was as new as you were, the awkward process of breaking the ice would be mutual that way. It soothed your uneasiness some, and you moved again to slip out of bed and make your way into the main room. You were much more awake now while the two of you spoke back and forth, and you switched on the electric kettle while you leaned against the counter. He was already making you smile and chuckle to yourself as he talked about how his classes were going, and you in turn dipped into how yours were. He was majoring as a pastry chef, and you were majoring as a geologist.

 In a way it was a mistake to tell him that, as the science puns started up without warning as you dropped a bag of Yorkshire Gold tea into your mug. A particularly bad one almost made you laugh out loud and you had to clamp your hand over your mouth quickly to stifle yourself.

  ‘That was horrible!! Youre lucky i love puns’

‘aha! finally I have an excuse to utilize my awful sense of humor.’

‘Be careful, using it all the time may be’ A brief pause for suspense. ‘Punisble’

 His subsequent keysmash and ‘GODS’ filled you with pride and giggle to yourself as the kettle finished heating, and you reached for the handle, typing with one hand.

 ‘Im glad you enjoyed that so much’

‘I woke up my roommate laughing, look what you do to me’

‘Maybe I could do more’ The message sent before you could stop yourself, heat flaring in your cheeks as you nearly overfilled your mug in shock at your own bravado. ‘I mean make you laugh more!! I bet you have a wonderful laugh, the world should hear it as often as possible!’

You groaned at yourself, putting the kettle back in place and using a spoon to help weigh down the tea bag before covering your face with your hand. You really were digging a deeper hole for yourself, weren’t you? He was bound to lose interest now, you’d been speaking for maybe an hour and then you make a comment like that? Mortifying.

 What felt like an eternity had passed before your phone buzzed again and you chanced a peek at the screen, eyeing his response.

 ‘I’d like that, though. perhaps you’ll get your chance Friday night during dinner, if you want to go with me 💖’

 “WHAT-” You yelped in shock, covering your mouth swiftly afterwards, though not swift enough. In moments Nira was at their doorway looking ruffled and worried. You dropped your hand to answer before she even asked. “I.. Just got asked out.”

“Ooh! Who is it, how?” They excitedly hopped over to you, peering curiously at your phone, and huffing at your lack of a reply. “Don’t leave them hanging, that’d be rude.” The faun bumped their head against your shoulder encouragingly before stepping back to put their hands on their hips.

‘Id love that; I just want to warn you its been a long while since Ive been out with anyone, though’

“There we are! Now, fill me in.” They grinned, dark eyes shining with intrigue. Together you stood in the open kitchen with the small overhead light on, mixing up your tea with Nira hanging on your every word. At one point Mhurren had responded, his answer excited and asking to verifying a time- Friday was only a day away, after all. You both settled on seven in the evening to give yourselves a fair bit of time together to talk, before he bid you a good night. Nira, however, wouldn’t leave you to your tea until you showed them the photos of Mhurren. “Now he’s a catch! And he might be able to keep up with your sweet tooth if he’s working to be a pastry chef.” They teased with a wink, patting your shoulder before heading back to their room.

 You sat on the couch, watching the dark world outside the large living room window, sipping your cooling tea and mulling over what had happened. Part of you was still nervous that he’d be unhappy with what he saw and heard when you’d both meet up, but you swatted it away to focus on finishing your drink and returning to bed yourself. Even then you didn’t doze for quite some time, but when sleep finally found you it was sound and dreamless.

[tmabutlesbian]

this is a kinda personal post and I’ll be talking about my own mental health but because of covid i cant see my friends, we all know we talk better to each other when in person, we’re all kinda waiting to spill the tea and dump everything on each other when we next meet, so. I need a place to. Place. My thoughts?? To vent. I’m gonna vent so. This is your warning.

(VERY LONG POST ahead so. Yeah.)

Some time ago, I asked a blog that I won’t tag cause. I feel like, i have to be on my best behavior around this person? But um, basically I asked them about like, adhd and stuff and they decided not to answer (which very much fair, mistake on my part truly) but! They did help me get like a little help to talk about it, because I’ve been learning more n more abt neurodivergency and I just felt like every adhd post just hit way too close to home too regularly to be normal so! I got help and then... because of other very useful developments with my family, I got to see a therapist!!

And i love her to bits!! She’s so fun, sometimes a bit too energetic for me but she’s very cool! Our first session isn’t very useful for this post so let’s skip over to session 2. I wanted to go to therapy for my possible adhd, right? And i told her that and she told me that she has been diagnosed with adhd! Which is so nice!! I was afraid of not being able to explain it? Mind you, our country doesn’t have english as the primary language so i was afraid she wouldnt know about it or something. But she did ofc.

So then we started talking, I tolde her some stuff, she did the same, and her symptoms were very ‘severe’ (i guess its the word? we used that word so im gonna use it). Like stiches and getting hurt all the time and bruises and. I dont have that. She told me it doesnt change anything, adhd is a spectrum so its gonna be different for everyone. So anyways, she ends up saying she can see some things that could be adhd, but she needs more stuff, so she gives me a task of writing down stuff that i think may be weird stuff that i do that may be adhd or smth else.

And. I did it? But it was HARD like so hard to do it, cause so many things repeated themselves (like everyday), i would be like ‘oh ill remenber afterwards!’ and then i wouldnt so it was a mess. Combine that and im inability to fucking explain myslef and youve got a big load of shit.

But i did have some stuff there that i thought could be smth so. I just went with it, was honest with her, and in our session 3 we got to reading my stuff.

And it was. Very unhelpful? Just, useless i guess for a ton of reasons. Like, every single one or the majority of things that others talked about and said they were symptoms or things that ppl with adhd do/have or just other stuff really, she kept debunking them? And lots of shit was said and i get very weird thinking abt it so basically...

She told me that I’m probably not adhd, just hyperactive. And very tense, thats why my chest hurts all the time n stuff. I run around a lot, i move a lot, so im hyperactive. She told me that if i do have adhd, then its so... light? That it doens’t even affect me much and i can just live my life normally with it (we’re still working to see if my chest pains r rly tenseness or smth else but yh).

And it’s. Weird. Because i dont wanna have adhd, if i can help it i prefer to live with any disorders/illnesses/whatever. But i guess i just felt very lost? I kinda just, didnt wanna read anyhting i had anymore because, what was the point? Everything boiled down to me being: hyperactive, tense, and weird. And that’s it. Idk why i feel so bummed out for, what, not having adhd???? like??? thats great! I just feel so lost and confused. Everytime i see a post abt adhd and i relate im like ‘do i rly relate to it? this person suffers everyday with adhd, you probably dont even have it, why are you relating to this person if you can live normally, only with some weird quirks here n there?’. Idk. Its so weird, weirdly discouraging.

I just think that a lot of what i read abt these things i dont rly get!! What if what i thought i related to is nothing like that at all? What if im misreading everyhting?? Do i even relate to this really? Do i truly feel like this, and this, and this???? I’ll read smth and ill get what that person is saying but, like!!! For example: breakdowns, mental breakdowns. I understand what they are. But do i really?? Have i had them before?? Wouldnt i know?? How does it feel like?? And its not like i can just ask these questions like these because theyre so personal!!! I dont understand all the medical stuff, fuck!!

Another thing is that, apparently, i already have ways to help myself?? Like me jumping around and running around my house helps my tenseness (i dont think so but we shall see), which in turn means im helping my hyperactiveness??? I dont understand. If im already helping myself, if im already so good at managing this shit, if im so. ‘stable’. Why do i feel like smths wrong with me?? Just not right. i dont fucking know. I dont know anyhting i feel like, it stresses me out so much. 

What if ive been bothering these ppl with my questions when there wasnt anyhting to worry about?? I feel so stupid. Talked to my friends abt if ffs. Fuck.

This genuinely makes me so upset and i cant rly breathe right, right now? my chest’s feeling tight again so i dont fucking now. Im bitter abt it which is so stupid too. She’s helping me ffs. Fuck.

I dont knwo what to do with this post but ill keep it up. I dont care about reblogs, do it dont it, its same shit just dont be a dick in the tags/comments. This is upsetting to me, but im hoping somebody may know. smth??? idk. Im just lost rn.