#instead of treating them like fucking human beings

[strzxrin]

After reading Aidan lowkey yearning for the reader I need to see him go full on simp mode for the reader. Like fully obsessed and acting like an obedient dog to the reader and trying super hard to grab their attention any way they can.

Sorry I love pathetic men sm ugh if this is ooc for him can u still make him a yearner/desperate guy for the reader in his own way 👉👈

i just wanna be your favourite boy !

synopsis. ┆ for someone who is considered to be an expressive and popular person, he sure is puppy like when trying to get your attention.

tags/warnings. ┆ gn!reader, pathetic man behaviour™️, mentions of stalking, popular student x normal student trope

characters. ┆ aidan sandford ( frat . human character )

a/n. ┆ I AGREE WITH YOUR STATEMENTS NONNIE. pathetic men for the win they’re so stupid (affectionate) i love them.

masterlist ┆ character wiki

you had him wrapped around your finger and you didn’t even know why.

it was long after you came and you got paired up with him for one of your courseworks, and instead of fawning over him like everyone else, you treated him indifferently. 

everyone else in the group was somehow trying to get into his pants but you’d just ask for him to do his part and have discussions with you if there was anything that he didn’t understand.

his heart thumped for the first time when you did that. because you weren’t looking at him as if he was some ethereal being, you were looking at him as if he was a normal human being. and he is.

you were like a breath of fresh air to him, someone who didn’t care about his looks or reputation. and he found it to be addictive. with you, he felt like he could be normal, without having the pretense of being a certain image and he is happy for it.

still, this indifference of yours is rather irritating because he just wants you to look at him, not anyone else. he tried so hard to be around you, to be the person who you’d want to be with for the rest of your life.

but you simply ignored his advances, thinking that he was only doing this because you weren’t paying attention to him. and yes, that was how it was in the beginning, but it’s different now that he does know you.

you guys actually bonded with each other one night before your presentation in the cafeteria. it was almost 3 am, and he would’ve been at one of his parties but he heard that you were here and ditched it completely.

you both talked a lot that night, and you realised that he isn’t a dumb frat boy with nothing else better to do. so you got close and talked to him about your worries and stress, wondering if your presentation was going to go well, or if you’ll fuck it up.

he listened to you talk in silence, giving advice or comments when you needed it and you felt better. you felt at peace and he would smile at you every time.

still, you do get confused on why he acts this way with you.

especially when he seems to know your schedule by heart. you found it weird, but you tried not to question it because you guys are now friends and he’s a nice guy. still, he follows you around like a lost puppy and it gets annoying because his fans would be around 24/7 and it is an incredibly overstimulating experience.

“we should try not to meet up during the day” you started when you both were at the cafeteria during the night and you were doing your assignments. you wear the chair screeching and you see him looking like a kicked puppy if anything.

“why? did i do something wrong? did i touch you wrongly? did i say something out of line? i don’t want to stop hanging out with you—” “woah! calm down” you say immediately, trying to shut him up, to which he did and sat back down.

damn. now he looks like he’s a puppy with a tail in between his legs when you said that. you sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose before shaking your head. “your little fan club won’t leave you alone during the day, and it’s too overstimulating for me to be around that many people in one go” you explained to which he looked at you with a sigh of relief.

“do you want me to tell them off?” that’ll ruin his reputation, but he doesn’t care. not when your comfortability is at stake, not when the amount of times he could bask in your presence is going to be limited because of some people that he doesn’t bother remembering their names, let alone their faces.

you blinked at his statement “are you sure? i mean, yeah, that’d be nice because it’s hard to talk to you when everyone is looking at me like a piece of meat, ready to tear me down if i said something completely wrong. but still, your reputation is on the line, right?”

you care! you care so much about him, and you enjoyed talking to him! that alone was enough to lift his mood and he shrugged “don’t care. i’d rather have my reputation ruined than have to risk our hangouts only being at night.” he says simply.

you sighed at his words and went back to typing on your laptop “you’re annoying, you know that right?” “yeah, but it gets you to look at me, so that’s enough” you sighed even harder, shaking your head as he continued to accompany you while you finished up your coursework.

[scoobydoodean]

whenever i see a casgirl go "dean used castiel for 15 years" i just go "oh man me and them are never going to agree" but i still get so confused how they came to that conclusion?

Making shit up

Ignoring 70% of the things Cas actually says and does and 95% of the things Dean actually says and does

Treating Cas like an adult baby with an incurable case of dick blindness who was mislead by Dean's whorish promises to open his legs for Cas if he would only do as told

Ignoring every single moment where Cas treated his relationship with Dean as transactional and emphasizing moments where Dean treated his relationship with Cas as transactional and presenting all of this as something that dooms them instead of something that originates from an understandable context within the story

Treating Dean like the source of all evil and villainy in the world for not wanting to let Cas and/or his brethren murder him and the rest of humanity

Treating Dean like the source of all evil and villainy in the world for daring to have opinions of his own and daring to voice them

Treating Dean like the source of all evil and villainy in the world for being incredibly hot and sexy and loveable as fuck as if it's his fault everybody is in love with him

[clownshifting]

Reclaiming Myself

I think myself reasonable. I believe me to be a beast with understanding.

Thought into word, word into action - that is who I am. I say I will and I do. I say I will, then I do. Thought into word, word into action.

Now, let me tell you this. When do you believe you will be crushed enough to step down? Not just from an argument, but from your own community - from a place you thought would be easy to fit into. How many times have you thought about leaving?

I do not have to think, thought into word, word into action. I am leaving the alterhuman, holothere, transspecies, or whatever community you wish to place me into. No, I do not tuck tail like I am a sore loser, no, no, no... I am hissing and I am screeching and I am clawing and I am ripping them out of my way because I know what I want and I am going to get it and no one is standing in my way. For they will not have the vigor to match the animal I am. The vengeance for which I raze their lives to the ground with, the magick on my hip stronger and embedded into my bloodline from generation to generation - each stacking hex and blessing upon those less fortunate to not wield magick.

I am not powerful nor am I a deity. I hoped I was in the beginning, that would explain my magick. I hoped I was sunkissed by godhood, explaining why I felt so alone. No - no - I was just in my head about how it would all go down, the delayed gratification of pondering and waiting in the weeds to strike. I have nothing against my allies or my benefitting partners, but I am turning my flank to their faces and I am hissing and I am reclaiming my territory as mine and you will not label me in a way that contrasts who I am by using your definition - a definition built upon metaphorical existences - against my pelt. No, how dare you.

I only used alterhuman as a way to include everyone, while that very term's people sought to exclude me. I helped found holothere alongside many others who wanted a hand in the creation. I called myself transspecies out of spite for those who didn't see my gender transition as entirely "realistic" enough. I was in shifter communities because I know deep down that I am a shapeshifter. But I cannot be there. I will not betray myself with labels that are being twisted to defy the label itself, to include but never differentiate. I cannot hold a label that serves no different than the others. They might as well be obsolete, blank slates to apply experiences onto.

But even then, I claim so and am seen as if I am reclaiming or taking labels from others. I bare my fangs and hiss. Then leave. I am not a brooding chimera for no reason, I am bulky and I am big and I am a challenge who keeps to himself. I am reasonable, yes, and I jest and bellow laughs, yes, but I am not someone who is to be talked or walked upon.

I'll be nice once, then, I won't.

I'll tally your mistreatments and express them to you once, and if you turn tail and never see my eye, it's because you won't have the chance to. I will always be nice once, then, I won't.

I no longer wish to engage in spces that treat every misunderstanding as an act of war. Where no one asks why they must fight but instead believe the word of their own as truth and begin to declaw and tear without diplomacy. You claim to be so better, with little failings unlike the humans, but make mistakes and create strife at the littlest problem. Reactionary beasts. Stubborn beasts. Humanity must have gotten you too. Or will you recognize that you are one in a single cycle, together, as animals, and not as enemies.

Past my rather blunt demeanor, I am a being of kind nature. I have put my money where my mouth is and I have paid family and friend and have supported goals and transitions. I have done much, I am not a bum online who sulks because some rat fuck had the wrong intrpretation of my pelt. I do not care. What I care about is not expressing genuine want for conversation and spearing your neighbor for asking or proposing their feelings in an earnest way on a small blog. I am not betrayed or entitled to such treatment, I had simply thought better of a beast who's been here longer than I have. I had thought you smarter.

So I am leaving these communities and I am building my own; deviae.

I recognize some have already seen and heard of the term and know it's goal; awareness to deviatypal traits, transition, and physical beasthood. Most importantly, to replace sour language (altersex, salmacian, etc.)

I am deviae, I have deviatypal traits, I am a deviæ being. No longer will I obey by the rules of labeling myself by gender, sex identity, or species - but rather by my act against those and in spite of the conditinal human body, described only as such to benefit society by giving one personhood when they comply. No, I am a beast and I will act as one. Instinct is the only thing that makes me move and I will not hinder myself in the alterhuman community when those beside me don't even want me there.

I have fought for years to be included in alterhuman spaces and discussions, this year has taught me that none of you have changed, ever. I will be building my own spaces as a deviae beast, my own terms, my own opinions and feelings about my own plans and life. I recognize how my words and posts affect my mutuals and friends, yet I cannot sacrifice my own happiness in deviatypal expression in order to be nice to those who never liked what I am - physically transitioning, physically a beast, physically else. I cannot be myself while faithful to the alterhuman community, especially now where anything is an excuse to behead or strike arguments as the "less immature" one. I have grown past such fighting, I wish to become a better beast. And I will.

Deviae Links:

@deviae-culture-is

@deviae-support

[maagicmushies]

"The more dangerous a curse is, the more human-like it will be."

One little subtextual thing about JJK that I’m obsessed with is that the reverse is also true. The more dangerous a sorcerer is, the more curse like they become. I just want to rattle through some examples.

Domain Expansion

This is a more general thing, but very early on we learn that strong curses lure people into domains where the dimensions are twisted and illogical. The top level of sorcerer combat also revolves around this with Domain Expansions. Sukuna and Kenjaku even take it further than curses because they don’t drag people into a dimensions, but instead impose change on the actual physical world. Takaba, who is kinda just the strongest character in the series, takes this one step further by passively emitting a domain, like a curse, but having his technique carried within it like, like a sorcerer.

Sukuna

Obviously the most important person to discuss for something like this because both characters in the story and viewers of the anime are kind of confused on if he even is a sorcerer or a curse. He’s a sorcerer, but the distinction doesn’t matter to Sukuna, he just is. This giant man with four arms, two mouths and two eyes who is like the world’s deadliest Kamaitachi. He shows up and things just begin to get sliced with 0 indication of how he’s doing it. He even takes part in consuming humans like many curses in the series. Regardless of if he was born as a human or not, the man we see in the story is just more of a curse.

Kashimo

From the Smallpox Deity and Ganesha Curse, we know that deities do manifest as curses in JJK, so of course the god of lightning fits in here. But the real reason to mention Kashimo is Mythical Beast Amber. He converts his entire body into his electrified cursed energy upon activation, which would literally make him a curse, a being with a body composed solely of cursed energy.

Big Three Techniques

The big 3 family’s techniques are all very strange in how they are typically more villainous powers, befitting a curse or demon. Ten Shadows users are doppelgängers, hiding in shadows and using them as portals to summon even more curses or even drowning people in them. Blood Manipulation is well… Blood Manipulation, it fucking sounds evil and the main strength is that it poisons people. Masters of it are also given unnatural control over their own bodies. Limitless is a complete defiance of the laws of physics and reality, which is somehow the least curse-like thing here, but that stops being a thing when we look at the main user of this technique.

Gojo

The Limitless itself isn’t very curse-like, but Gojo’s unlimited void is. The constant stream of knowledge into your mind mentally breaking you is just straight up a lovecraftian trope. Simply being around Gojo can kill you with exposure to forbidden knowledge. Additionally, like Kashimo, he is treated more as a God than a human.

Yorozu

Yorozu is similarly physics defying like Gojo and worshiped as a goddess, but additionally fights using armor that giver her the appearance of the many bug-like curses in the series. Her domain expansion referencing sickness also connects her to the trope of powerful spirits bringing plague along with them. Sukuna is annoyed by her, but I don't think anyone else really replicated his worldview of living like an untameable curse like she did

Yuta

It’s easy to forget that Rika is not an independent existence of Yuta and more or less, a being who always would have had to come into existence in order to host Yuta’s overwhelming cursed energy. He’s such a kind looking boy, but Rika is representative of who and what he actually is, just as monstrous as anyone else this strong. Additionally, his technique requires human consumption. It’s what Sukuna’s technique was theorized to be for years, but it actually belongs to one of our sweet good guys because power is ugly.

Naoya and Choso

These two are counterparts as Choso is born a curse and is inhabiting the body of a human while Naoya is a sorcerer so nasty that there was no way out besides becoming a curse. They're both really uncanny and use their double lives to get some horrifying uses out of their techniques. Naoya as a curse begins leaning into the idea of breaking physics/the rules of the world like Sukuna, Gojo and Yorozu. Projection sorcery is basically bringing the rules of anime into manga and while Naoya and Naobito can only do this to people in life, as a curse he can do it to literally anything.

Anyways, I could go on and on with some of the other strong characters in the series, but I think the point is clear. As a little final thing I want to put forth a headcanon/theory. Perhaps innate techniques are not just a mixture of luck and genetics? I think it is entirely possible that they take root within children the same way that curses form, evolving from fear and negative emotion around their potentials and the evils of their family or the world that they inhabit.

[tryingahandinholdingapen]

I've read several fics in which KRS, instead of ending up as Cale, instead ends up as a child (sometimes specifically a Korean child) in Roan and yk what that makes me really want?

I want a fic where KRS (small Korean child, much older than he looks) and Choi Han (only other Korean person the people of TCF have ever seen, ALSO much older than he looks) are having a bit of a disagreement or argument, and for whatever reason Choi Han tries to pull the age card. Says something like kid I am a hundred years older than you respect your elders, except not exactly that because that wouldnt be IC at all, but something along those lines yk. This does NOT work because KRS is like hello?? you are LESS than a century older than me (if you want to add extra effect let's say for whatever reason KRS is older than usual here (maybe this isn't the first time he's transmigrated?) so KRS himself is like, 70 or smth minimum) most of which doesn't even count because you have JACKSHIT real life experience. also you're not fully grown either! (Choi Han is still physically like 17 which means if his aging wasn't weird he'd probably still have at least one growth spurt ahead of him) stop trying to pull the age card!!! you're not a Real AdultTM either!!!

and whoever is listening/eavesdropping promptly adds 2 and 2 and gets 5 (completely understandably to be fair, with the information they have) because like

okay

as far as I can tell, opinions seem to vary on if/to what extent different ethnicities exist on Nameless? But certainly less than on Earth, and certainly Korean isn't one of the ethnicities they'd recognise, plus there's generally a pretty solid belief that theres the Western Continent and the Eastern Continent and That's It. BUT what they do have are an absolute shit ton of different sapient SPECIES, a lot of whom the average person may never meet or even heard of, either because they're rare as fuck (e.g. dragons) or because they're in hiding (e.g. dark elves). And a lot of the non-human species age completely differently

So what I'm saying is

If someone saw Choi Han and child!KRS, the only Korean people they've ever seen, having an argument that includes reference to Choi Han being 'only' about a century older than KRS, and therefore still a child, which is more likely for them to believe?

Option a) Choi Han + KRS are an ethnicity they've never seen before, either from a place they've never heard of before or from an entire other world, and the age thing is either a lie or a running joke that these two for....some reason...decided to treat seriously even in the middle of an argument <- this option requires breaking several of the character's existing beliefs about the world and requires the assumption that Choi Han + KRS are treating the lie/joke as way more important than whatever argument they're having

Option b) KRS + Choi Han are being serious about the ages, and are some species the character(s) have never heard of that ages differently to humans. specifically one where reaching actual adulthood takes Ages but the children are still fairly mature+capable <- this option doesn't create the weird question of "why would these two treat a joke about age more seriously than their argument" and also doesn't really challenge the character(s)'s understanding of the world. like yes, it does require the assumption that there's a species in the world that the character(s) didn't yet know about/recognise BUT depending on where this is in the timeline and/or which character(s) is doing the eavesdropping (.....and on the assumption that I'm not just getting dark elves + necromancers confused, which I might be, in which case, oope) then they've already had the "well I thought x species/profession was extinct but it turns out they're not" realisation, and could reasonably go "...maybe these two are like that?" Or they could assume that like dragons, whatever species this is is just very rare and tends to isolate themselves. Either way! Wouldn't challenge their perception of the world nearly as much. It'd be fine on the age front as well - Raon is definitely a child at 4 years old but there was also like, zero hesitation on KRS!Cale's part in believing that the kid was mature+capable enough to manage/live on his own, so there's precedent for people at least believing that some of the species that age slower may have children that are nevertheless quite mature, kind of thing

This got really long and I have no idea how coherent I'm being but the short version is I want a fic wherein someone(s) assume that Choi Han and child!KRS are an unknown long living species, and I want this assumption to happen right near the beginning of it all and for that misunderstanding to then snowball/affect a shit ton of other things as time + plot proceeds

[ihaznoclue]

Hihihi i'm really happy you opened requests, could you please write a mel x human female reader oneshot?

Pairings -> Melancholy/Mel x Female Reader

Warnings -> None

Note -> Mel wants you to go on a mission with her and her family but it turns out to be a bad idea to come along

Genre -> Angst to Fluff

A/N - Might not be accurate but whatever.. I'm still sick >:((

MEL

You didn't like being in the open as much as Mel liked as she would be the usual one to go on mission while you take care of the butcher shop that you have been assigned form Ken who was Mel's dad

He wasn't a bad guy, he was soft and gentle towards his family but he is still getting used to you but he treats you kindly like the others, Ken is just looking out for his family and hope nothing bad happens to them

Mud onto he other hand has been trying to bribe you to come work for him as you were a good person for it, but you kindly declined his offer, Mud is not really a easy guys to trust at time when he's sneaky sometimes he would steal some stuff of yours but luckily Ken would return it back

Then there's the big fella, Breadhead, he just a gentle giant towards you as he loves to hang out with you form time to time, maybe him playing the piano to you as he sings along sometimes, even sometimes you would help him fall asleep by reading him some books you found from a alley

And the last person is Mel, she seemed crazy at first, meaning that you didn't really want to go close to her at first but then later realised that she just wanted to spend time with you, the new recruiter of the smiling dead, but she seemed more different than the other but you just shrugged it off as nothing at first

Until it was time for their mission, you didn't know what reason for it but you would say that you were going to take care of the shop but Mel begged you to come with as she needed someone new to talk to

Meaning that she wanted your o come with her and the family

You thought of it first then Mel reassured you that her dad wouldn't mind at all, she also wanted you to see your very first mission instead of staying at the shop

So you agreed but was nervous, you were now sitting next to Mel and Breadhead at the back of the car as they seemed to be car chasing someone

Mel then decided it was a good idea to climb up the car, making her dad a bit angry than he already was, then you decided to have some fun as well and join with her

But that didn't well as you and Mel was flinged off the car that they were chasing, you were unconscious for a moment, seeing a blurry figure that seemed to be Mel checking to see if you were okay

"Holy shit! You.. you're a human?" She asked with wide eyes

You hissed as you moved, seeing black blood, a lot of black blood trailed on the road to you and.. mel

"Uh.."

"HOLY CRAP YOU ARE! HAHAH Omg I thought I was the only one!" Mel cheered as she then hissed grabbing her arm

"Wait.. so you were a human this whole time!?" You yelled out making Mel cover your mouth as she shushed you

"Try to stay quiet about this, but don't worry Ken won't cement ya, he already knows that I'm human so there's no big deal" Mel rambled making you confused as fuck now

It has now been a hot minute as you and Mel were now looking at each other, Mel smirking as she stared at you, you were patched up by her as you felt a little bit uneased but also relifed? maybe because you weren't the only one trying to hide the fact you were a human just like her

But in the end Mel wasn't going to give this up as she has now been sticking to your side ever since the accident and know your true secret

Making you a bit worried on what's going to happen, but also you didn't mind the company

Mel was.. someone now special to you and you liked it

-A<3

[sylvies-chen]

OH AND THIS WEIRD PACING IS BECAUSE OF THE SHORTENED SEASON TOO like you can definitely tell that alexi has tried to compress 18-22 episodes worth of storylines into 10 because how the fuck did we go from drama with tim not being on board with lucy’s uc to her not acing the test like she thought she would because of a biased cop to tim having some dark past brought up to a BREAK UP in like 5 episodes… and there’s like… never any transition between these storylines whatsoever??? what kind of fans do they think we are??

[scorpiusmalfoylovesoscarwilde]

I truly wish I had any artistic talent just so I could lowkey redo all dramione fanart with Astoria because oh my god the ratio of dramione to drastoria fan content is so heartwrenchingly depressing

[4lph4kidz]

[springsteens]

I don't know what it is about me that people always assume they can treat me like shit

[leatherbookmark]

characters who have been traumatized/hurt/etc and lash out because of it instead of internalizing it like a good little victim are very interesting and engaging as characters. but people who take every single thing you do as a personal attack? christ alive

[diet-cokette]

people have so little empathy for mentally ill and homeless people its actually bananas

[malachitezmeyka]

Last thing I expected to do today was spend 10 minutes arguing with my grandma over a cat that's been dead for nearly a decade and yet here we are

[drdemonprince]

if sex is no big deal and just a normal thing like having dinner with someone, how do you square that with the belief that children can't consent to sex? Like idk this whole thing of "sex is a normal act like any other and we shouldn't treat it differently" makes me soo uncomfortable because i feel like it's really obviously not in a lot of situations? Otherwise what's the difference between being told by my boss to have lunch with one of our prospective clients being told by my boss to blow one of our prospective clients? :/

let's take your dinner example to its logical conclusion, because you are on to something here, but I don't think quite in the way that you think.

children are forced to eat food that they this really dislike (due to sensory issues, allergies, or just run of the mill unfamiliarity) quite regularly by their caregivers. they are also sometimes denied the right to eat because they didn't behave the way their caretakers liked, and sent to bed hungry, or barred from eating food that they can handle, and instead left to go hungry because they won't eat food they can't handle.

treatment like this causes a lot of food issues and trauma to children. It exacerbates eating disorders and erodes a child's sense of their own body autonomy. It can also cause children to have nutritional issues and a scarcity mentality around food that can be really damaging to them.

similarly, people are forced to share meals with people who they are viscerally uncomfortable around all the time too, often to extreme negative effects. employees are forced to sit down with clients who debase them or harass them. Young people in particular are forced into sharing tables with relatives who have crossed their boundaries, insulted them, abused them, bullied them, and whom they want nothing to do with. people in recovery from eating disorders are surrounded by co-workers, family members, or friends at meal times who speak about calories and weight loss and comment on their own bodies and other people's bodies in incredibly invasive and triggering ways that often make them feel way worse, and make taking care of their own bodies far more difficult.

when a powerful institution wants to exert control over other people, they also often do so using food. prisoners are given almost no control over the kind of food they eat, and are often given very low quality food that is in a disgusting condition, or that violates their own nutritional requirements or religious beliefs. patients in hospitals and in mental institutions are also subjected to such treatment, and people in poverty are expected to eat anything that they are given without complaint. It is an extension of their dehumanization to control and limit the kinds of food they're allowed to access, and how and when they are permitted to eat.

each of these experiences surrounding food can be incredibly violating and harmful. food is quite frequently a tool of control and abuse. yet it is not because there is some magical quality to food or to dinners that make them uniquely fraught with the potential for trauma. these experiences are traumatic because they involve a violation of a person's body autonomy, and a lack of social power.

sex isn't any different from dinner. we just have a series of cultural beliefs surrounding it that make the pressure involving sex something that's both a lot more acknowledged, and mostly encountered in the private realm.

Sex is treated as an almost magical thing, at once both sinister and sacrosanct, and so people are primed to see the potential for harm in it, and it is frequently used as a tool for harming people because it is so loaded, but that doesn't mean there aren't abuses involving every other mundane human activity that we simply are conditioned to ignore because doing so is so normal.

People's body autonomy surrounding food is violated traumatically all the fucking time. unfortunately because we consider dinner to be a neutral activity and sex to be this incredibly fraught and almost magical one, we ignore the massive amounts of coercion, pressure, and violation surrounding food.

your boss shouldn't be able to force you to get dinner with someone. and people are uncomfortable with discussions about body autonomy that neutralize sex, because it forces them to confront how little freedom we actually have in every facet of our lives.

[tayasui-mono]

People who are oppressed and traumatized die several deaths and are reborn multiple times. Mickey 17 is Mickey Barnes' greatest desire to live. Mickey 18 is Mickey Barnes' deep rage and violence; his reaction to being continuously ground under the boot of the higher class. No one can be expendible, because none of us are made to be expendible, yet some lives are treated as expendible. Some lives have less value than the upper class' "taste". 18, in the end, regains power through self-sacrifice—this is the extent of what he can do to free 17, his purest, most child-like desire to live. The traumatized fight back eventually; 17 channels 18 when he dreams of the wife printing herself and her husband, when he sees the bowl of blood (where did it come from? Who did she kill?) and this is his nightmare because he feels like his new found freedom is once again at risk; that he once again needs to be brutalized by tragedy. But he knows he has to resist and he finds strength in 18. "Fuck off". This movie has such heart and is a tribute to those of us who are crushed by the ones above them with more money; more power. Robert's portrayal of 17 is beautiful and personifies the best of humanity. It's just so well made and earnest and I'm so disappointed that so many of the reviews seem to have completely missed the point, instead failing to find satisfaction in some superficial perception of what makes a movie artsy.

[boowritess]

simon got himself a young girlfriend. he really shouldn't be entertaining, ruining, a sweet thing like her but he can't help himself. he's depraved like that. wanting to ruin such a sweet, innocent thing. make it so they only think of him...

her parents loathe him. which is not a surprising reaction.

but simon's too big, too imposing, to make them say anything to his face, and oh, his sweet little thing has teeth that snap at her parents when they try to talk about how he's too old. too rough. he won't treat her right.

they're right, of course. but he's good at making his little girlfriend forget about his wrongdoing just by a little sweet whispering and gently coaxing her thighs apart with a rough, scared hand.

however, what he wasn't expecting was finding out about his young girlfriends older sister.

you.

there's an age gap between you and your sister. you're nearly the same age as simon. but that's not the only thing simon takes note off.

you're more fulled out, in places that simon has no business looking at, the innocent ones and the not so innocent ones. there's a couple more inches on you than your sister. not nearly as tall as he, but he thinks he likes it.

but what really gets him goin'. you don't react the same way to him like your parents did. there was no disdain, disgust or even fear in your eyes when you looked at him.

no.

instead he got a wide smile, a hair-flick over your shoulder and a hug. pulling him in, despite his rigid tenseness. patting his back.

"oh aren't you sweet?" your voice is smooth, and almost coo like when you pull away. eyes sparkling with what simon can only describe is warmth.

and while your parents avoid him when he's around. when you're home, you do the exact opposite. you hover around your sister, making sure she's eating well, looking after herself, and then you do the exact same thing to simon.

showering him in the same doting affection as your sister. making them both a plate of food, a lot of food. making sure they're warm and tucked in at night. it's giving them your card when you send your sister to the shops for something, and quieting simon when he says he has his own. doing your sisters laundry AND his.

and the praise. god the praise. it fucking wrecks him. despite most of it being innocent.

he's helping do the dishes when you come in. "oh aren't you being a good boy?" you chime, voice so warm and sweet. you pat his back, and there's a genuine smile on your face. "i'll make you a cuppa for doing so well."

"you ate all your food? aren't you a good lad? huh? c'mon then, make room for dessert for being good." you'll say, patting his stomach and moving to the fridge.

it sends him into a whirlwind.

he could be spending days with his girlfriend's parents, who act like he's not even there. too intimated by this grown man. which he liked. he likes that. imposing people. making them uncomfortable with his mere presence. it's what his little girlfriend likes.

but then you come in. being all nurturing and sweet. coddling his little girlfriend and then doing the same to him despite you and him nearly being the same age.

then he starts to realize that you're treating him like how you treat your younger sister. treating him like he's young and naive. who can't look after himself. completely helpless. praising him for the basics a human adult should not be getting praised for. treating him like a child.

you've been fucking treating him like some fresh out the womb kid this whole fucking time and he's only seeing it now.

and he really can't help it.

but he fucking likes it.

he aches for it.

in the barracks. late at night. instead of flicking through the pictures of his little girlfriend to help quell the ache in him.

he thinks about you. your warm perfume. the reassuring pats. the way praise seems to just smooth off your tongue so sweetly.

"good boy." fuck.

he stares at the mess he made, panting hard. letting out a groan of frustration when he thinks of you again. and for the third time his cock twitches, the ache returning again.

that's when he comes to the inevitable conclusion.

he's fucking ruined.

a/n: idk where i was going with this but. here u go xx love ya'll, drink water xx part 2 maybe idk.