#it just... sucks that he treated me like that. that it was so different. and it wasnt bc we were struggling. he just didnt care that much

[mymindisneverhere]

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Part Four

warnings: 18+, MDNI!, SMUT, sub!Terry, soft dom!black fem OC, oral sex (fem receiving), dirty talking, explicit language, lots of dialogue, slow burn (forgive me if I missed any)

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“On your knees.” She instructed. 

Terry stayed still for a few seconds before lowering himself to the ground, one knee at a time. His eyes stayed on her while he assumed the position. She watched as he took his time. Even in this state, his authoritative aura was still very present. 

Khloé made her way into the kitchen, her heels clicking against the open floor. She reached into her refrigerator to retrieve a few things before coming back into the living room. Terry kept his eyes on her the whole time, admiring the way her hips swayed as she walked over to him. 

She placed a tall can of whipped cream, a large container of strawberries and a bottle of chocolate syrup on the coffee table. Walking to her desk she rolled her office chair over and placed it just a few inches in front of Terry. 

“Since you have such a smart mouth, let’s put it to good use.” She smirked. “I told you to be mindful of who you interact with and how, remember?” 

“Yeah, but-“ He started. 

“Yeah?” She cut him off, tilting her head to the side. She stared down at him until the mistake finally registered in his mind. 

“Yes ma’am.” His hazel eyes stared up at her as he corrected himself. “But I barely spoke to anyone, just like you asked.” 

She grabbed the can of whipped cream and shook it as she sat down in the chair. She sprayed a small amount onto her index finger before licking it off. Running her tongue against her finger then using her lips to pick up what her tongue missed, teasing him as much as possible. Terry’s eyes never left her lips as she sucked the treat off of her fingers. He balled his fist behind his back as he watched her, wishing he was grabbing a handful of her hair while she sucked him the same way. 

“I told you not to interact with my cousin, Nia. So imagine my surprise when I look over and she’s laughing in your face.” 

Terry frowned, trying to instantly recall all of the people he had met tonight. “I didn’t meet anyone named Nia.” 

“Blue dress, red lip, ponytail.” She stated, refreshing his memory. 

“She told me her name was Imani.”

“Imani?” Khloé repeated with a chuckle. 

Terry nodded.

“I should’ve known. Imani is her middle name.” Khloé rolled her eyes at the thought of her. “Bitch hates her mother so much she’s going by a different name just to spite her.”

“How was I supposed to know that was Nia?” He asked, as she continued eating the whipped cream, this time placing two fingers in her mouth.

��What did she say about me?” Khloé brought her hand under his chin and tilted his head back a bit. 

“She said she was your older cousin and that you were always in competition with her since you were kids…” He trailed off as the realization set in. He recalled the conversation they had in the car shortly before arriving at the banquet. 

“I told you she was a sneaky bitch.” Khloé shook the can once again. “Open and stay open.” She sprayed the whipped cream onto his tongue before sticking hers into his mouth. They kissed, fighting for as much of the treat as they could while also fighting to taste one another. 

She reached down and caressed his dick through his pants, feeling his thick bulge jump against her palm.  Terry moaned into her mouth, as she sucked his bottom lip. He leaned further, trying to keep her lips locked onto his but she leaned back a bit, smirking at his desperation. She licked the leftover whipped cream from his lips and turned toward the table. 

“So tell me-” She opened the container of strawberries and popped the top of the chocolate syrup. “-what did you say to her that was so funny?” 

She squeezed a decent amount of chocolate into the top of the container and sat it back down. Terry licked his lips, not even bothering to try and replay any more of the conversation in his mind. He was too focused on her to care about his short talk with her cousin. He wanted to remain as present as possible in this moment, not wanting to miss a second of being like this with her. 

“I don’t remember.” 

“She placed a hand on your shoulder, which is technically my shoulder. So whatever you said to her must’ve been hysterical.” She grabbed the container of strawberries and pushed her hips forward to the edge of the chair, leaning back so that her sex was face to face with him. 

“You’ve got until I finish my strawberries to make me cum as hard as you made her laugh.” She stared down at him and lifted one leg onto his shoulder, the other hanging off the arm of the office chair. Her inner thigh rubbed up against the side of his face as she made herself comfortable. 

“How am I supposed to do that with my hands cuffed?” He questioned, his eyes scanning from her pussy up to her face. 

“Use that slick ass mouth of yours.” She spat, taking a large bite of the first strawberry. 

Terry took a deep breath while deciding how he would go about getting through the fabric that stood between him and her. She sat back watching to see what his next move was going to be. Because she knew a man like him enjoyed a challenge, she figured why not go ahead and give him one. 

He leaned forward, placing his lips against the crotch of her panties. He inhaled deeply taking in her scent before opening his mouth to hook his teeth onto the lace.

“And you better not bite me.” 

His eyes shot up to her face as his eyebrows arched. Being as careful as possible, he used his teeth to cut into the fabric, ripping it a small piece at a time. She smirked at him, enjoying every second of him gnawing at her panties, trying his hardest to get to her pussy. 

She grabbed another strawberry and dipped it into the small pool of chocolate as he continued trying to tear her lingerie with his mouth. The sight of him ripping into the thin fabric of her underwear was turning her on by the second. He was really determined to get to her. 

After a few more moments, she heard a long rip and felt a cool breeze against her wet pussy. She stopped mid chew and looked down at him, a bit shocked that he had done it so quickly. 

Without even looking up at her, he dove right in, pressing a flat tongue against her clit. She sucked in a sharp breath at the sudden feeling of his mouth on her. He closed his lips around her clit and sucked before licking it again. The sounds of him kissing her pussy took over the room. She rested her back onto the chair and closed her eyes, humming from the enjoyment of her favorite snack while getting head from her new boy toy. 

Terry was relishing in this moment more than he could imagine. He was dealing with a woman who he knew wasn’t easy to please but that didn’t stop him from doing all he could to prove himself. He had never been one to give up easily and little did she know this was his speciality. 

He dipped his thick tongue inside of her, before gently dragging it right back up to her clit and sucking it again. Khloé hissed, bringing her head forward to watch him in action. She needed to see what he was doing that made it harder for her to finish her fruit. She was poised for the majority of the time but it was becoming a challenge for her to minimize her reactions. Noticing how her body was reacting to him, he did it again. This time looking up at her, his eyes shifting to an icy blue, while he slipped his tongue inside her hole. 

“Mmmmm, eat this pussy daddy.” She moaned.

He moved back up to her clit and gently sucked it while rotating in circles simultaneously. Although he was the one who had been cuffed, he had her bound just by using his tongue. 

“Oooh fuck, you look so good right now.” 

Her sensual voice was music to his ears. The sounds of her soft voice caused him to moan against her pussy. The sensation from his deep tone sent shivers up her spine making her arch her back. 

“Yesssss fuck yes!” She was completely out of character at this point and ready to cum in his mouth. She had only gotten through three strawberries, the fourth one she held in her hand half eaten. 

The sounds she was making, the things she was saying, and her calling him out of his name was slowly unlocking the beast in him as he continued devouring her clit. It didn’t take long for him to become familiar with her body. She was constantly squirming, unable to take another bite out of her strawberry so he decided to stay right where he was because ‘X’ marks the spot. The more he focused on her spot, the more she abandoned her persona. 

“Fuuuck, you’re ‘bout to make me cum already.” She spoke, her teeth clenching as she watched him tear her apart. At this point she’d said fuck the strawberries. 

It had been a few years since she had gotten any from a man. Long nights of pleasuring herself with her hands or her vibrator would get her through but nothing could beat having a man headfirst in between her thighs. 

“Mmmm, just like that.” She said repeatedly, dropping the fruit from her hand and grabbing the top of his head. 

Her jaw dropped as she gasped at the intense feeling that coursed through her body and settled in her stomach. Her eyes began to roll but she fought her hardest to keep them open and on him. He set his eyes on her, while increasing his intensity as he watched her react to her body going through the many phases of her orgasm. 

The rise. 

“Oh my god!” She yelled out, as she dropped her head back onto the chair. “Don’t stop, don’t stop.” He did as he was told, latching himself onto her, repeatedly pressing the button that was driving her crazy. 

The climax.

“Yesssssss, ohhhh fuck!” Her hips jerked against his lips as she let herself go. He followed her movement, his lips never leaving her button until he could sense her body becoming less reactive. He wanted to be sure he took her as high as she could possibly go… no stone unturned. 

The resolution. 

The top half of her body rose and fell as she tried to focus on catching her breath. Soft moans escaped her lips with every exhale. Her hand never left his head, she was too busy trying to bring herself back into the now. 

He licked up the sweet remains of her pleasure that leaked from the opening of her pussy. He placed kisses along her inner thighs up to the mound of her pussy and stopped along her pelvis while she tried to steady her breathing. 

She stared at the ceiling, blinking slowly. Her body was exhausted after cumming so hard for the first time in a while. She sat back quietly, only her the sounds of her heavy breathing filled the room as he continued kissing her body.

“Was that hard enough for you Ms. MacArthur?” He stared up at her with a cocky grin on his face. 

Khloé finally brought her eyes down to him.

“Fuck yes.” She sat up and grabbed his face, shoving her tongue in his mouth. She wanted to taste herself on his pretty lips. They immediately fell into a rhythm with each other. Sharing moans as they wrestled in each other's mouths. She finally pulled back and stared down at him. 

“That was a minor slip up that technically wasn’t all your fault.” She started. “But I did enjoy seeing you like this.” 

She carefully stood from the chair, not wanting him to see that his tongue was still directly affecting her ability to move. But he noticed it anyway, biting his lip while she walked away. She crossed the room to retrieve the small key to unlatch the cuffs on his wrists. She removed them and stood back as she watched him stand from his position. 

She then grabbed the snacks off of the table and retreated to the kitchen. Terry watched her as her expression became very relaxed and returned back to normal. 

“Wait, you’re leaving me like this?” His eyebrows bent in frustration. She looked down at his hard dick that was now obviously showing through his pants. 

“Of course.” She smiled, tying her robe closed. “Be patient. When I’m ready to drain you, I will. And don’t even think about jacking off. I want you rock hard when I swallow you.” 

Terry stood there staring at her as she walked back over to him. She could see the sexual frustration written all over his face. She couldn’t help but giggle. 

“You did a good job.” Khloé raised her hand to rub a soft thumb over his lips. “Check your bank account in the morning. Have a good night Mr. Richmond.” 

She placed a small peck on his lips and walked into her bedroom leaving him standing there. He grabbed his things and headed home, already preparing to take a cold shower.

Terry sat at the small dining table in Summers' kitchen. He agreed to stop by before going to work to help ease her anxiety surrounding the check she had gotten in the mail. 

“So you’re telling me that a “friend” just offered to give you back the money you lost because you did them a favor?” Summer asked, pouring a cup of coffee for the two of them. 

“Yes, exactly that.” Terry chuckle at her skepticism. 

Terry decided against telling Summer the whole truth. It was true that he was doing someone a favor and that they were paying him for his help. But to tell her exactly who the money was coming from and what he was doing to get it seemed like too much information for her. The less details, the better. 

“I mean how am I ever gonna pay this back, I can’t just take it-“ 

“Yes you can.” He said taking the coffee mug from her hands. “Don’t worry about paying it back, you don’t have to.” 

“Terry, I just-“ Summer placed a hand on her hip and shook her head. “Thank you, seriously. This is gonna be so good for Bailey. I really can’t thank you enough. I feel like I’m dreaming right now.”

“It’s not a problem. You did a lot for me, a total stranger, in just a matter of a few days. I’m grateful for you.” He smiled. 

“Well I’ve already got the applications for the school filled out. I just have to turn in her tuition and once I do that she’ll be good to start next semester.” Summer smiled down at the papers on her counter. “Once they see she’s doing just fine in school, they’ll grant us the approval to move and I am getting the hell out of dodge.” 

Terry smiled at her. He was genuinely happy to see her get what she finally worked so hard for. To watch her work so hard to stay clean and healthy to ensure that she’d get to have her daughter back full time warmed his heart. He stared down at his watch and quickly stood from the table. 

“I gotta get going.” He said taking one last sip of coffee before heading to the front door. “Let me know how the enrollment for Bailey goes.” 

Before Summer could respond he was already out the door and in his truck. She shook her head as she turned to walk out of the kitchen. As she turned, she noticed the bowl of food she made for him sitting on the edge of the table.

“So what do your parents think about him?” Olivia asked. 

“My parents seem to like him, they haven’t really said much though so I’m gonna assume the best.” Khloé said, flipping through the folder filled with employee information. “Maybe I’ll get a real review once we go to my mothers birthday party.”

“That’s gonna be something. Will your cousin Nia or should I say “Imani” be there?” Olivia joked. 

“God I hope not. I can’t believe she really told him her name was Imani, nobody calls that bitch that.” Khloé rolled her eyes. “But that’s okay, I got something for her the next time I see her.” 

“Well if it is at your moms party, you better hope Terry is far away from her.” 

“Oh he will be, trust me.” The two women carried on their conversation unaware of the person standing directly in front of the desk. They were so caught up in their gossip, they never turned their heads in her direction. 

“Excuse me.” The woman spoke, interrupting their chatter. “I’m looking for Terry Richmond.” 

The mentioning of his name caused Khloés head to snap in the direction of the voice. 

“And you are?” Olivia asked.

“Sorry, I’m Summer McBride, a friend of his.” Summer said. “He left his lunch behind, I'm just bringing it to him.” 

Olivia looked over at Khloé to see her reaction but Khloés eyes were glued to Summer. Khloé stood from her chair as she eyed Summer from head to toe, trying to find some resemblance that would make her a relative of Terrys. But there was obviously none in sight. So who the hell was she to him because she clearly wasn’t family. 

“I’ll call the floor supervisor and have him come to the front.” Olivia stated. “You can have a seat.” She made the call notifying them that Terry had a visitor. 

Summer looked over at Khloé who was burning a whole through her face. She looked down awkwardly and made her way to the empty chairs that sat close to the front doors. Khloés eyes stayed on her as she crossed the floor. 

Jealousy was slowly brewing in Khloé. That was something she had a hard time dealing with when it came to the men she chose. Even if she didn’t think the women were prettier than her or more successful than she was, it still ate at her that her man’s attention was going to any other woman besides her. If it wasn’t his mother, then they shouldn’t matter to him. 

After a few moments the sound of the double doors leading to the work floor opened and Terry walked through. He glanced over at the receptionist desk and then to the entrance. 

“You forgot your lunch.” Summer smiled, standing to hand him his food. “I put extra crackers in there for you.” 

“Damn my bad. I was in such a rush, I wasn't even paying attention.” Terry shook his head and grabbed the food from her. “Thank you.” 

“You’re welcome, I’ll call you later.” Summer said before looking over at Khloé to see her still staring directly at her. Summer pushed a small piece of hair behind her ear before walking out of the warehouse. 

Khloés eyes then snapped to Terry, who was already making his way back through the double doors. He didn’t bother acknowledging her because there was really no need to.

She was fuming at this point. She recalled telling him not to have any women popping up asking for or about him. Not only had a woman come to the job, it was the same woman she had written a check for. A woman he said was his family. He lied to her. 

Khloé continued staring in his direction until he completely disappeared behind the double doors. 

“Didn’t you have me send the check to Summer McBride?” Olivia asked, looking over at Khloé. 

“Yes.” Khloé spoke in a really low tone. 

“There is no way they are not related. I mean she’s clearly whi-“ 

“Shut up Liv.” Khloé cut her off before she could finish. She grabbed her keys and her cell phone and made her way back to her office. 

Khloé closed the door to the office and slammed herself in the chair behind her desk. She closed her eyes and took a few deep breaths trying to contain her emotions before she did something she would regret. 

She sat silently, trying to figure out how she would go about this situation. Terry didn’t seem like the kind of guy who would lie about something like this but then again he was a man. They all lied. 

‘Maybe I’m missing something.’ 

Khloé shook her head trying to rid her mind of the worst possible scenarios. Just as quickly as she was ready to ride him into oblivion, that desire faded. Her anger was lingering longer than she expected and she needed so badly to release it. She reached for her phone and shot a quick text to him. 

‘My place at 9’ 

She didn’t even bother to wait for him to respond, if he knew better he’d be there like she told him to. Grabbing her belongings she rushed out of the building and made her way home, mentally preparing for the night. 

to be continued…

(Forgive me for taking so long to update! I was trying to bounce back from this election chile. But we gone be alright. 😭)

[turtle-steverogers]

i rlly like ur posts abt how steves rough time with his dad as a little kid affects him later in life. i was wondering do u think the other avengers notice? and if they do what do you think they think/do about it?

also tbh i rlly like ur posts in general lol. i hope you have a good day!

I think the other Avengers notice after some time, considering most of them have similar experiences. I imagine it's sort of an unspoken thing, but it's almost... more notable on Steve, because he's so goddamn young and because when he wakes up from the ice, he's so goddamn stretched thin, that the reserves he usually has to shove all those old habits into a box are low. He's jumpy, the others notice. A raised voice-- especially male-- makes him flinch before he smooths out his face. Making requests is hard for him, and mistakes-- even small ones-- are met with scrambling apologies and frantic attempts to fix the problems.

No one says anything, because they know what it's like, and they don't want him to feel cornered. But there's a hard mission, and he and Natasha are alone in a motel room, and Steve is so clearly low. Kids had been involved. And Natasha had seen the way Steve had shut down to see the marks and bruises on the little boy and girl they'd gotten out of a trafficking situation, and she understood. Albeit for different reasons, but at the core, the pain was the same. They'd both just been kids when they were hurt. Young and lost and wondering what they'd done to deserve the grown ups around them squashing them down and making them feel no better than the dirt.

He doesn't say anything, so she doesn't either. But that night, she can't sleep, and neither can he, and when she hears him shift, roll over. Curl onto his side as the silent tears start, she can't stand it anymore.

Her bed creaks as she slides out, ignoring the rough crunch of the carpet as she pads over to Steve's bed and climbs in behind him.

She crawls onto the bed behind him, stretching out. "Can I hold you?" she whispers. Steve shrugs. He doesn't care. He doesn't understand why she would want to be the big spoon to his hulking frame, but if she wants to, he won't stop her. He's too tired to. He feels her wiggle close and slides an arm over his chest, hugging him flush against her. Her palm rests over his heart and she rubs, soothing.

It eases some of the weight. Some of the ache. He breathes, shaky. She kisses the back of his neck. It's quiet for a long time.

Natasha's voice is soft and private when she speaks. "It hurts, what they did to us, doesn't it?"

Steve freezes, listening. Natasha holds on. He doesn't move her.

"Why would anyone treat children that way? Hurt them that way?"

Steve clenched his jaw, resignation in his gut. "How could you tell?"

Natasha sighs. "I put it together, more or less."

Steve nods and doesn't say anything. It's quiet here, outside the city. The world dark and lacking that telltale bustle. Steve hates it.

"It's alright that you're hurting still," Natasha continues, and Steve wants to beg her to stop, but he's too curious, too desperate for someone to see him that he doesn't. "It's okay that you're still scared. You're safe, darling... you don't have to believe that yet."

He starts to tremble.

"Shh, baby, hey," she soothes and her voice is easy to stomach. Easy to understand. "Breathe for me."

He sucks in a deep breath.

"Did they hit you in the Red Room?" he asks.

"Sometimes," Natasha says. "It was calculated, though. Discipline."

Discipline. Steve doesn't think his father meant for his hits to be discipline. They were just... correction. To get him to shut up. Or maybe so he could get his anger out.

"Breathe," Natasha reminds again. Steve takes another measured breath. "You don't have to tell me anything. But you can. I won't get it all, but I might understand."

Steve considers that. "How old were you? When it started?"

"I don't remember," Natasha said. "Very young. Four, maybe? You?"

"I don't remember either," Steve whispers, and he's furious. Suddenly, he wants to set the world on fire. For the little girl who just wanted a chance to see the sunshine, and for the little boy who just wanted to play. "Maybe the same."

They fall back into silence. Steve can feel his teeth chattering. Natasha starts humming a song, simple and soothing under her breath. He knows he doesn't have to say anything else; she understands. He lets his eyes fall shut again.

[lucyskywalker]

I’m actually very curious to know why you don’t like jonsa! my reasons for example are: their fandom is acting way too insane for a ship that never happened and won’t ever happen; kit harington is unfortunately ugly. what are yours?

There are so many reasons that I dont even know how to begin with.

Alright. Let's go.

1st reason: It is only solely based on the show, and I really mean that. When you get to read metas and posts surrounding the ship, u realize these people never opened the books, while traying to pretend they did. I'm not being entitled. It is just obvious with what they write. Everything is taken out of contest. Especially surrounding Jon's pov and his lack of relationship with Sansa.

+ I despise the show. The only good thing about D&D's creations were the Dragons CGI and the dothraki and valyrian language, and it ends there. Out of it, everything sucks. They have rewrote all the female character in such a sexist and ridiculous way that I can't even start explaining for you.

2nd. I ship jonrya. Ik it is not everyone's cup of tea, but I do. And no. Idc if they become canon or not. I like the concept. I love their relationship. And I love what they can become. Now why the fact I ship Jonrya actually matters? Well, specially after season 7, a lot of Jonsa fans started taking things from Jon PIV that were about his love for Arya, and make it be about Sansa, with ridiculous excuses for their takes. The most commun and easy example being "What do you know of my heart, priestess? What do you know of my sister?" When Jon asks Melissandre, he is referring to Arya. And no. It is not a different interpretation. It is about Arya he is talking about. Another one was "Would you bed your sister?" And Again Jon thinks about Arya, but when you read Jonsa's metas; they say he is thinking about Sansa. Another common Jonsa take is that Jon died for his men in the books, or for Sansa, when again, this is not the case. He died for Arya. And that is explicit on the text with no room for other interpretation. No wonder why the last thing he tought was about her.

Jonsas straigh up lie about what happens in the books to support their takes, or they just read metas here on tumblr and believe it. Idk and neither do I wish to know.

Not only that. They started behaving as they had a moral high ground over jonerys and jonryas... when they don't, it is still incestuos and still problematic to modern standards - not only that, they behave entitled to this day, and attack Jonrya shippers and Jonerys shippers in a real coward way.

Many, many times, I received anon hate telling me to *kms*, slit my wrists. Someone even wished for me to get raped over a fictional ship.

My disdain over the ship is not only with the ship itself, hence taking a lot of Jon's dynamic and bound with Arya to give it to Sansa, which is really important in both of their stories and arc, but mostly about the fandom, and how I was affected by it. If it was treated only like a crackship (what book wise, actually is), as my beloved hitsukarin from bleach, I would have no problem with it.

But the community is far one of the most toxic ones I have ever seen or been in contact with. Actually, dealing with them heavily impacted my mental health.

3rd. I really didnt like Sansa way before dealing with the fandom. Since my favorite is Arya, the way Sansa treated her never vibed with me. (And no. It isn't normal sibling behavior. I am an older sister. I would never do half of the things Sansa have done, not even on 11). After book 1, I felt pity for her, but she still was the last interesting character for me, even if her Vale story was.... I guess, more berable.

After getting into the fandom, tho, Jonsas and Stansas ruined Sansa for me in every possible way as well to the point I read her chapters and I won't feel any kind of enjoyment in her journey or her character. She is my least liked character, not because "she is the most horrible person in the books" (she is not. She is far from being that. ) but because her fans made me feel terribly bitter about her. It is not logical or fair, but again, I'm not trying to be.

[moeblob]

They're soulmates in every single universe and I miss them at the most random times.

[blujayonthewing]

fighting for my life to Be Cool About It playing felix as a dnd character who has only known the party for one(1) egregiously shitty week rather than get carried away with romance subplots I'm inventing in my own head, as if simon getting Enthusiastic and visibly excited while talking a lot doesn't instinctively trigger, in felix, the exact same profound heart eyes reflex that justin doing so does for me in real life

[illdothehotvoice]

Sometimes I forget Princess Peach Showtime exists actually. Like it's not bad it's just so disconnected from the rest of the series plot and genre wise I kind of just. Forget it happened???? Like we as a fandom do not bring it up at all chcbcbxbsfg.

[francy-sketches]

If I'd actually posted all my pjo art when I made it instead of hoarding it like a little goblin for no apparent reason today I might have been known as the octavian guy instead of the joffrey guy...scary thought...

[lloydfrontera]

i don't think theo would relapse after rakiel dies but i do think he would overcorrect so hard to avoid it he'd end up developing a whole new eating disorder because of it. not really starving himself as much as controlling everything he eats down to the tiniest bite. not allowing himself to deviate from his diet at all and feeling extemely guilty and anxious when he does. in a horrible situation where nothing feels right and there's so little he can do to fix it, this is the one thing he has control over. this is the one thing he can do to make sure things go as well as they can. he fucked up once and rakiel had to step in to fix him but now his brother is gone and there'll be no one to catch the pieces if he breaks again so. he just has to make sure he never does. he has to control himself because there's no one now to extend a hand to help him up if he falls.

[uncanny-tranny]

I think the thing about the way people conceptualize empathy is... when you're interacting with other people, they are going through things that, which you may empathize with, you won't always understand, partially because you're two different people, but also because not all situations are 1:1 copy-pastes that are easy to understand.

This isn't saying that empathy is useless, but that acknowledging when you relate personally to somebody and yet also recognizing that this is their struggle is important. When people pretended to empathize with me, it made me feel like I was being placated to. I felt like people were only trying to shut me up by saying that they, personally, "get it," when I knew they didn't. I just don't want people replicating that because they genuinely do want to help the people in their lives.

[autogeneity]

getting increasingly annoyed about instructor saying I shouldn't compete in sparring

[wreckedhoney]

"WONDERFUL SHOW TONIGHT, FORREST."

a KILLER FREQUENCY Marie Campbell/Forrest Nash ship playlist on YT

"Good to talk to you again, Forrest. You know, I've really enjoyed our chats tonight." "I guess we've had some moments."

Tracklist under the cut

Is Everybody Going Crazy? - Nothing But Thieves / The Perfect Girl - Mareux / We Don't Have To Dance - Andy Black / Night Issues (Nightcall x Daddy Issues) Mashup/Remix - FuturePastPerson / "Bassically" - Tei Shi / Cold Summer - Mareux / Diet Mountain Dew - Lana Del Rey / Destruction Of Us - Mr.Kitty / Teeth - 5 Seconds of Summer / HUSH - Ari Abdul / DTLA - Mareux / Make You Mine - Madison Beer / FEAR YOU - Kat Von D / Bad Romance - Lady Gaga / Dark All Day - GUNSHIP / Maniac (feat. Conor Mason of Nothing But Thieves) - AWOLNATION

[alchemiclee]

every time someone dislikes a character I consider autistic because they seem highly autistic coded, especially if it's "for no reason/just a feeling" I get so incredibly sad and offended because I just know it's because they have autistic traits. I know these people would do the same to me and other irl autistic people. and that's always such a shitty reason to dislike/hate someone.

I just know they would hate us autistic for "no reason" and it would be because people for some reason dislike autistic people based on some obscure random feeling and they can't even tell you why. they often see us as "broken neurotypicals" or we give them that "uncanny valley robot" feeling (especially for high masking autistic people) or whatever it is. they often think we appear "normal" in every way, except something is "off" to them, they they dislike and bully us for it. it's not our fault we were born with these traits/disability so it's not fair to hate us for it!

at least that's how it always seems to go for me and everyone autistic person i've personally know. especially ones better at masking. (I personally was never good at masking and was seen as a "weird freak" who deserves bullying no matter what I did, especially since i was unable to talk 95% of the time as a kid) the mask still never truly hides that "off feeling" people get. i'm sure other autistic people experience this too, but people always dislike me or even hate me and usually can't ever seem to give me a reason. friends will suddenly turn on me and not give me a reason. (especially if we always had text based communication online and then we meet irl the first time. they suddenly turn on or abandon me after that). if I can get a reason out of someone, it's always because *insert random autistic trait here* so I assume it's the same with every case

if this happens irl, it has to be the same for fictional characters, right? it's the only explanation I can think of. I see stuff like this all the time. the autistic coded characters are always getting hate for seemingly no reason like this:

meanwhile, the autistic coded characters always become my favorites because I understand them better and relate

[hearts401]

shoutout to cassel and lila for SUCKING!!!!! I HATE THEM!!!!!!!!!

[runawayfuture]

concept art for my AU where the church lets House Gautier hold on to the dragon sign in case they didn't have a kid with a Crest and so Miklan doesn't get kicked out and he loves his little brother and everything is Fine Actually

[goldentigerfestival]

I love the vocal nuance in this exchange, but also posting this for my differences posts because this is one of the changes that infuriates me the most. Yuri didn't threaten Ioder, did not threaten him with a weapon, and just said he'd punch him in a lazy, half joking voice (half joking as in, he really doesn't want to hear that - that's just his way of saying so; but that's not the voice of someone who is super angry and threatening).

My other huge grievance is that this is a recurring issue between them in the dub. Yuri is pretty much always vocally rude to Ioder. Ioder has done nothing to wrong him or anyone and has only ever done good for the people where he's able to.

Yet despite Ioder being nothing but sincere, honest and polite with Yuri, in fact even happy to see him here and there, dub Yuri is outright tonally rude to him leading right up this scene where he threatens Ioder in this dark voice. Meanwhile he's actually just supposed to be… lazily telling Ioder he'll punch him in his Yuri Lowell way of saying "I don't want to hear that".

The dub really just wanted to turn Yuri into this dark edgelord and I hate that for my goofy, silly boy.

[permanentreverie]

Would like to respectfully throw my uterus into the sun