#just because they put a common disclaimer under their post

[ishikawayukis]

how hateful and evil do you have to be to literally wish someone would die over a "fanwar" that you started in the first place, and then have the guts to say "but if i wish that i would be the bad guy". yeah man of course you would be what the fuck? how miserable do you have to be to be constantly spreading straight up hate just because someone spoke "ill" about your faves, dedicating your whole life to constantly hunt people down and wish they would hurt themselves because what, a comment they made could be linked to your faves? because of possible critisism? it's just insane to me and i genuinely cannot wrap my head around going these kind of lengths for a fucking celebrity, for anyone really. it's just so fucking heartless and evil and for fucking what, some twisted satisfaction that you made someone as miserable as you are? fucking mind blowing

[bbokicidal]

Slashers - OT8 [SKZ]

Disclaimers : Just a small post I thought would be fun to make. Also - this is all just for GOOD FUN for the month of October and spooky season. These killers are nasty and awful and we all know that - I am in no way saying the Stray Kids members are represented by these slashers (who are fictional characters remember) and I do not mean to say 'they're exactly like these awful people.' because that's just dumb. Don't go thinking that now. C'mon. Common sense.

Warnings : None really, just horror movie slashers included

If you want a part two of the members as other horror movie characters (maybe finals girls/guys or more recent characters?) lmk!

Bangchan : Michael Myers [Halloween]

Honestly mostly just picked this because of his physique and the way I am so wildly attracted to both of them. But I also just think Chan's got that Lowkey scary dad stance down. Also the way he stands back to watch others. Yes, I know it's lovey dovey towards the group but imagine him as Michael just stalking the others?????? (Why's it kinda hot,,,)

He'd spent months planning his first attack. Hours standing, staring, figuring out the habits and movements of his younger friends until he had all of their mannerisms in his head - memorized like the veins in the back of his hand. He knew who was the weakest link. Who he shouldn't target. Who would be easy to mark off the list. Jisung just had back luck being the first name he put down on his notepad.

Chan as Michael Myers, my beloved.

Lee Know : Billy 'Ghostface' Loomis [Scream]

The actually scary one who's full of determination and purpose. The one who actually gets the job done. The one who does it and does it well. Also, wildly sexy. So. I think Minho fits Billy Loomis best because he can be cunning, secretive, but also charming and wild at the same time. We love him.

Minho wasn't stupid - not like his accomplice. He let Jisung distract people - be the life of the party while he himself lured Felix out to the garage to get a beer or two. He dismissed himself, saying he forgot something in the house, before coming back only to find Felix frightened at first sight and scrambling to escape the outer part of the home. And he felt little remorse as he watched Felix try to squirm out through the doggy door - his thumb clicking the switch to make the garage door slowly raise.

Minho as Billy Loomis, hehe.

Changbin : Pyramid Head [Silent Hill]

Not a 'classic slasher' because he's not the main villain of the story but EASILY the best pic for Changbin because WHEWIE those arms. Also?? Changbin dragging around a giant knife and just picking people up by their necks? Good GAWD. Pyramid Head Binnie (shirtless,, Binnie,,,,,) is a need for me.

He was just there - existing. Wandering. Dragging his knife around until the ground cracked and broke under the weight as he walked. He was just... there. Until someone appeared - a pretty boy with long brunette hair that fought for his life in this hellhole of a place. Someone for him to wander after. Someone for him to target.

Changbin as Pyramid Head <3

Hyunjin : Chucky [Chucky]

Honestly mainly just picked this one because 1) Hyunjin as a doll would be wild lol, and 2) Hyunjin who looks so cute and precious and like a normal man at first but ends up being a wild fucking mass murderer?? That would be,, actually so fitting because he's such a cutie at first and then gets on stage and it's like WHOHOAH--

Finding his soul trapped in the body of a doll was the last thing he wanted to happen after his death - but Hyunjin found that this doll was a lot more flexible than he expected. He could curl his fingers, move his eyes, talk even. It was just like his body before - only harder to break, and a lot... smaller.

Anyway, Hyunjin as Chucky. Also red hair Hyunjin supremacy, I said what I said.

Han : Stu "Ghostface" Macher [Scream]

The silly one that keeps messing up. The one who works hard but still somehow fumbles it. The one that needs help. The one who really got roped into it just because he's massively gay for his best friend.

After botching another murder and making a pact with his friend to frame the girl for their killings, Jisung dug the blade into his friend before Minho did the same. He clutched his stomach and fell to the counter, only moving to grip the phone as it rang just beside his head. He sobbed out another gasp that his parents would be so disappointed in him - another babble from Jisung that Minho didn't have time to deal with.

Jisung as Stu Macher, aka the gay icon of the scream series, everyone.

Felix : Tiffany Valentine [Chucky]

Definitely did not pick this bc of his hair. (oops) Anyway. Just there for the shits n giggles, does it for the person he loves and adores so dearly. Didn't even initially mean to be a part of it but got pulled into it somehow anyway lol. Also an absolute baddie.

How'd he get here? He wasn't too sure. What he did know was that he was glued to his best friend for the rest of his life now, trapped in the small but definitely not fragile bodies of dolls for eternity. He was happy to be there, if he was honest, just enjoying being everlasting with someone he adored. Even if he was put into the body of a ... woman? Well. Doll-Woman.

Felix as Tiffany Valentine. ~

Seungmin : Jason Voorhees [Friday The 13th]

Seungmin as a reoccurring character who experienced nothing but tragedy in his past and now comes back to his place of 'death' every year to haunt people who get so much as a fucking mile from him. LOOOOVE this idea. Love the image of Seungmin just hovering around a Summer Camp and lurking like a little creeper. Also Seungmin with a machete is too much for me, cannot. I gotta go.

Seungmin enjoyed lurking around the camp if he was honest. He found himself feeling joy in watching the camp-goers wander around so clueless as to the tragedy that occurred in the waters they swam in, playing and having too much for his liking. No - He didn't feel joy in watching them have fun. He felt joy in hearing their screams the following night when he made them aware of his presence; when he showed them the truth that lay in the grounds of that poor Summer Camp.

Seungmin as Jason Voorhees. ;))

I.N : Pennywise [IT]

Not a classic slasher yet again BUT one of the best in my personal opinion. (It's one of my fav horror movies so.) I think Jeongin fits Pennywise because of his teasing nature, the way he finds it funny when he irks his hyungs, etc. I also think he has a relatively short -- temper? Temper might not be the right word. Maybe patience is right. He's impatient and if he doesn't get what he wants, he'll snap. Also the idea of shapeshifter Jeongin?? Torturing people by showing up as their literal living nightmares? Yum yum yum.

Jeongin was hungry. Starved, even. Twenty seven years after falling into a slumber, he'd awoke under a quaint town that offered up so many delicious meal options - which included a very pretty man more muscular than the others - who, conveniently, was a bit of a scaredy cat.

Jeongin as Pennywise !!

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Taglist : @dwaekkicidal @jabmastersurpriseee @possum-playground @thatonedarkskinnedsiren

[the-ribombee-collective]

So, we've been doing some research on which platforms are best/worst for being openly endo/pro-endo on

Disclaimer: this applies only if you are going to be actively interacting with / coming across plural spaces in these socials

More in-depth info under cut

Tumblr: you know it, you love it, you're currently on it. Tumblr is near undoubtedly the best social media to be endo/pro endo on (that we've found). Users / followers of pro endo tags outnumber users / followers of anti endo tags, which, while definitely existing along with anti-endo blogs, are far less popular, as well as being full mostly of posts that aren't even about endos or even sometime plurality in general, they're more just regular posts tagged with it just to ensure the "icky endos" stay away from their posts.

Bluesky: anti endos are far more common to encounter on Tumblr, but are still generally outnumbered by pro endos. Most mentions of endos just have them on DNI lists from antis or people doing syscourse.

Pinterest: honestly we should have put Pinterest next to Twitter on this list, they're about the same. Anyway, you can't really do text posts though you can definitely find anti endo userboxes and flags, but there's also quite a few endos / pro endos on there. They seem to number about the same

Twitter/X: surprisingly good! A fair few systems on there state being radplur/radinclus, even if they don't explicitly state they're pro endo. We saw just as many people supporting endos as we did hating on them, though syscourse doesn't seem to be discussed often on there.

Instagram: anti endos appear to outnumber pro endos by a little bit. The top few posts we saw were about 50% "why endos are bad" 40% "why endos are okay" and 10% "why fakeclaiming in general is bad (this does not extend to endos)". Overall, fairly negative place to be, try to avoid.

Youtube: 95% of videos about endos are information videos about them or "why I don't support endos" or "why are endos problematic". Syscourse is not a popular topic there, videos are 1000 views at max. There are definitely better places to be endo / pro endo

Tiktok: absolute hell for endos and pro endos alike. Next to no pro endos, next to no usage of the proendo tag, home of Asp*nfr*st*n. For your own safety and mental health, if you use tiktok, do not publically announce you are endo. It is better to stay away from the plurality side in general, to be honest.

Reddit: not on this list. This is because, due to how separated communities are, Reddit is Schrodinger's syscourser: both anti and pro endo at the same time, depending on which plural communities you frequent.

Hope this is helpful! :]

Let us know if you want us to investigate another social media we didn't mention, we're happy to do so.... for a price (the price is you asking us :P. We will not charge someone for making sure they are safe to be themselves on the Internet ^_^)

Quick tag in case its interested: @furyfuzz

And transparent blank template for this arrow we made:

[hadesoftheladies]

FEMALE MOVIE/TV RECS (PART 5 / HORROR & CRIME DRAMA)

got inspired from a recommendation post so decided to make a list of movies and shows with female-centric stories/female protagonists. since i can't post all of the genres in one post, i'll split it into multiple posts and y'all can save or add to the list as you wish. (disclaimer: i have watched most of these, but i only know about the existence of others. not every movie/show on these lists will be my recommendation. my recommendations will be beneath the list with reasons. also some of these are way better than others in terms of storytelling/performance--which is why i'll list my faves separately):

Common Themes:

-Dangerous girls (they ain't innocent)/ girlhood as violent

-Stressed out and melancholic female detectives and authors (lots of drinking/smoking)

-Mothers who've seen too fucking much to play games/I'm a good mother until it doesn't let up

-Women handling shit/getting shit done

-Mothers who didn't want to be mothers but here we fucking are so might as well handle shit

-Evil women who are also unfortunately hot

-Female sociopaths (not always negatively portrayed)

HAVEN'T WATCHED

The Royal Hotel

The Silent Twins

The Kitchen

The Lost Flowers of Alice Hart

I'm Thinking of Ending Things

Sharp Objects

Killing Eve

Abigail

Heavenly Creatures

A Quiet Place Part 2

Panic Room

Alice, Darling

Blood Red Sky

Rust Creek

The Marsh King's Daughter

Pearl

Longlegs

GOOD STUFF (NEVER WATCHING AGAIN THOUGH!)

Bad Sisters (8/10) (sisters plan to kill their sister's abusive husband)

Yellowjackets (9/10) (love as cannibalism)

Candy (7.5/10) (she's just a killer lol)

Cruella (6.5/10)(help my mom is a narcissist and it's hereditary)

Jennifer's Body (7/10) (boys aren't people lmao)

Bird Box (8/10)

Under the Bridge (8/10)

PERSONAL NOTES

I watched Tragedy Girls years ago, and I remember being grossed out and having a lot of fun as well. If you like Jennifer's Body, you'll probably like Tragedy Girls, too. And if you like Tragedy Girls, you may also enjoy Thoroughbreds. All three have a twisted sense of girlpower.

The Call isn't scary so much as its nerve-wracking and upsetting. It's not gory (although there is violence), but it deals with heavy subject matter. I can, however, promise a satisfying ending. Even though I doubt it would put you at ease.

Horror is my least favourite genre so bear that in mind. I just hate jump scares (because I hate being startled) and I don't like gore though there are times where it doesn't bother me so much. So this is definitely not an exhaustive list on horror recs. Crime is as close as I usually get to such dark stuff so I put the dark crimes, psychological thrillers and horrors together. I don't even want to talk about these that much because I'm nauseous already.

Watch at your own risk.

[em-writes-stuff-sometimes]

My Work on Archive Of Our Own

Please ignore if me gushing about the reception of my fics is irritating. I understand there are some people who genuinely hate when fanfic writers do this, so I'm putting it under the cut so you don't have to see it!

(And fair warning; if this irritates you and you still decide to click 'keep reading' and you then decide that I am obviously up myself so I deserve a hate anon or several, I need to preemptively remind you that I gave you the choice not to engage. You will be blocked and I shall call you a silly little guy if you do this.)

I also would like to make this an invitation to anyone who wants to share their proudest stats, or a nice comment they got, or even just something they are really really happy about in having written their fic. (No need to click read more, just go for it and use this as your excuse to show some pride.) On any platform!

Gonna tag the following: @lya-dustin @ewanmitchellcrumbs @the-common-cowgirl @the-wonderland-madnesss @marthawrites

@vampire-exgirlfriend @exitpursuedbyavulcan @emilykaldwen @ripdragonbeans @aegonx

Feel free to turn this into a pass-on game, if you like! We should celebrate the things that make us happy, too. ❤️

I've not ever really posted about this because, IDK, I worry about being considered a conceited asshole. I figure, though, that this is my blog and my safe space and if I want to celebrate something I'm proud of then I should be able to do so. Nor am I implying that I believe this is any sort of metric of popularity or superiority, OR that I write for the sole purpose of validation through clicks and numbers. I have very little interest in engaging with any of that rhetoric. NO. It's just a convenient bonus, kinda like how I love my job and the fact I get paid is awesome but not my primary reason for doing it.

Okay, I think I've got the disclaimers out the way? (Can never be too sure with fandom.)

I just wanted to say thank you to everyone who reads my stuff. Not only on here, but on Archive Of Our Own, which is more or less a place I consider the Ultimate Fanfiction Site (TM). It used to be fanfiction.net for me, but then their ads got annoying and their content ban gross, so AO3 it is! I've read fanfiction on AO3 since I was like 13, and I still find it crazy beyond belief that my work is not only on there, but that it gets any sort of traction at all.

As a little acknowledgement of something I'm proud of, I wanted to document my stats on my big series, terms of endearment, as of June 2024. It is by and large the biggest project I have ever done, and I've poured countless hours of researching, writing and editing into it.

darilaros (princess)

Words: 48,843 Comments: 254 Kudos: 801 Bookmarks: 111 Hits: 21,971

gevivys (beauty)

Words: 52,147  Comments: 578  Kudos: 2,965  Bookmarks: 490  Hits: 106,019

dōnus riñus (sweet girl)

Words: 58,775 Comments: 660 Kudos: 3,414 Bookmarks: 635 Hits: 141,339

ilībītsos (little slut)

Words: 62,725 Comments: 556 Kudos: 1,880 Bookmarks: 289 Hits: 99,939

ñuhus prūmȳs (my heart)

Words: 104,063 Comments: 1,188 Kudos: 2,274 Bookmarks: 368 Hits: 110,356

jorrāeliarzus (beloved) (ongoing)

Words: 38,451 Comments: 234 Kudos: 454 Bookmarks: 86 Hits: 16,208

That makes for a total of 365,004 words; 3,470 comments; 11,788 kudos; 1979 bookmarks; and 495,832 hits. Jesus Christ.

To everyone who kudos'ed, commented, bookmarked, subscribed or even just clicked on the link to the fic, thank you very much. This series has grown and grown, not just in my head but also in audience. It's given me so much encouragement and support in my writing, and a feeling like maybe I am decent at this? I don't know. I used to write when I was a kid, but I stopped during high school. Rediscovering the joy of it hasn't just been rewarding in terms of having fun with it, but also in discovering that there are people who genuinely want to read what I'm putting out. I've spent a lot of my life feeling powerless and silenced, so this really means so much to me.

I am going to keep on writing for as long as I possibly can, because I genuinely haven't found a hobby as long-lived and fulfilling as this.

Thank you. I'm so very lucky. I'm so grateful. I love you all!

[multiplicity-positivity]

Helping Persecutors and Violent Headmates (While Protecting Your System)!

Hello! This post will mostly contain information that we’ve repeated in past responses to asks. We wanted to have a post separate from ask responses with tips, resources, and advice on helping violent headmates while protecting yourself and your system. So here we are! In a question-answer format because that seems to work well for us.

This post got ridiculously long! In order to spare those who aren’t interested in this post, we are putting it under a cut.

Disclaimer: we are just one system, speaking from our own past experiences and what we’ve learned through our own research and therapy. This post shouldn’t be the end-all-be-all for learning how to deal with difficult headmates. Every system is different, so what’s worked for us may not work for you. If you or your system is in danger, please contact a therapist, mental health professional, or your local crisis response unit.

Trigger Warning: This post mentions trauma, abuse, suicide, homicide, involuntary isolation or “jailing” headmates, and other potentially triggering topics!

What is a persecutor?

A persecutor is a system member who regularly causes intentional harm to themself, their system’s body, or their headmates. A headmate who causes harm occasionally isn’t necessarily a system persecutor. You can learn more about persecutors through Pluralpedia (<- link).

Why is my headmate angry, mean, spiteful, or violent all the time?

There could be many reasons why a headmate is regularly hateful or violent. Some common reasons might be:

- They are traumatized and are either acting out past traumas, processing their trauma in unhealthy ways by taking out their negative emotions on others, or formed to fill the role of a past abuser.

- They have unmet needs which cause them to often feel angry, upset, and unfulfilled. They may have trouble understanding their needs or effectively communicating their needs to the rest of their system.

- They never learned how to properly regulate their emotions, process painful memories, and respond to their emotions in healthy ways. Emotional regulation is a skill that must be practiced - people don’t just automatically know how to regulate their emotions when first encountering them.

And more. Every headmate is different, so there may be some unique reason why your system has a headmate who regularly incites violence, causes drama and internal strife, and otherwise lashes out at the rest of their system.

How can I help my angry, mean, or hateful headmates?

There’s lots of things you can do to help your headmate! Try to choose things that sound helpful for your specific situation. Some options for things you can do to help your headmate are:

Talk to them!

Try asking your headmate if there’s anything they want to talk about. Let them know what kind of effect their actions have had on the rest of your system. There’s a lot of questions you might ask that might help you and your headmate find common ground. Here are some examples (text copied from previous response):

- What does treating the rest of us unkindly achieve for you?

- Sometimes people act harsh or mean because they’re afraid. Is there something that’s scaring you?

- What are your needs? Do you feel like they’re not being met?

- Why don’t you want to work together so the whole system can feel safe? Is there something hindering you in our system? Can we work together to figure something out that works for everyone?

- Sometimes it’s necessary to do things you don’t want to do if it will help the system and benefit us all. Is there anything you would be willing to try and do differently?

When having these conversations with your headmate, please try to be gentle and to approach them from a place of kindness. Acting accusatory or growing heated may cause them to get defensive, so it’s important to try and handle these conversations in a calm state of mind, if possible. Your headmate might be unwilling to have a conversation with you initially, but with time and diligence, maybe they’ll come around!

Provide an outlet!

If a headmate is dealing with lots of painful emotions and doesn’t have a proper way to vent or express themself, they may end up taking their emotions out on other members of their system. So having a notebook, journal, sketchbook, blog, or digital space that’s just for them could be immensely healing and beneficial! This outlet should belong solely to this headmate and no one else - it’s important for the rest of your system to respect your headmate’s right to privacy. If they feel like they have an outlet for their emotions that’s truly their own, it might help them feel less inclined to lash out at other system members.

You can also help them release energy in nonviolent ways by getting a stress ball or punching bag, finding some sort of physical activity that they might enjoy, or helping them create a playlist of energetic or cathartic music to listen to. Get creative and collaborate with your system to figure out what outlets will work best for your headmate!

Encourage them to come to therapy!

If your system is in therapy, it would be a great idea to gently encourage this headmate to attend a session in the future. You can talk to them about what therapy is like beforehand, and ask your therapist for advice on how best to connect with this headmate. Maybe you could ask your headmate to write a letter to your therapist, or to write down a list of questions for your therapist, if that might be easier for them than actually showing up to a session! Your headmate might be unwilling to participate or try and connect with your therapist, but it’s worth a shot to at least offer them the opportunity to do so, and to remind them that they can change their mind and come to therapy at any time.

Help them feel loved and included!

It would probably be a great idea to go out of your way to make sure your headmate can see that their system loves them and wants to take care of them, regardless of their behavior! It may be hard for your whole system to get on the same page here, but even if just one or two headmates can commit to showing your violent headmate they care, it’s possible to make a difference! You can try and accomplish this by:

- Trying to include this headmate in internal discussions and conversations/asking their opinion before doing things that will affect the body or the whole system

- Paying attention to what this headmate likes and getting them small gifts occasionally

- Letting this headmate know when you see something positive that made you think of them

- Compliment them! Tell them you love them! Remind them that they are a cherished member of your system just the way they are!

Teach your whole system grounding techniques and emotional regulation!

Even if this headmate has no interest in learning new things or having positive interactions with the rest of your system, if the rest of y’all commit to learning grounding techniques and picking up emotional regulation skills, some of that information may rub off on this headmate. If your system is in therapy, it would be a great idea to ask your therapist about developing coping techniques for grounding and emotional regulation. We can also recommend the DBT Skills Workbook (<- Amazon link), which has been very helpful for our own system!

How can I protect myself and my system when my headmate is acting dangerous?

Acting nice and showing compassion won’t always be enough to protect yourself and your system. While your headmate may have good intentions, be reacting due to trauma or overwhelming emotions, or may not understand the full extent of how their actions affect others, that doesn’t mean you have to let them treat you and your system poorly! When your headmate is lashing out at you or someone else in your system, here are some things you can do to protect yourself.

- Communicate with your headmate and let them know how their actions are affecting your system. They may genuinely be unaware of the impact their actions are having on your system. They may have trouble recognizing others’ feelings or empathizing. So having some conversations with them about their actions may be useful!

- Set boundaries and enforce them. The goal is never to control headmates, cut off their agency, or make them feel powerless, no matter how much harm they cause! Doing this can usually cause resentment to build, and can make things more challenging for your system in the long run. We’ll include some articles here, here, and here on setting boundaries and how to enforce them in healthy ways. We’d encourage you to take a look if your system is struggling with setting and enforcing boundaries! The articles linked are for setting boundaries with other people (children, friends, etc.) but much of the advice listed can be beneficial for systems, too!

- Limit access to potentially harmful items. Harm reduction is always the goal here! So if you need to limit your system’s access to potentially harmful or dangerous items (ie, sharp objects, prescription medications, firearms, etc.), we’d encourage you to do that. This way, even if your headmate has the intention to cause physical harm, their efforts may be thwarted due to having limited access to dangerous items. Your system may need to learn how to work around not using these items, or ensure that only one headmate has the ability to access these items when needed.

- Set up a safety plan. Have a conversation with your system to try and figure out warning signs, potential negative triggers, and how to center and ensure your system’s safety in various situations. At what point should you ask someone outside for help? At what point should you have an intervention inside where multiple members voice their concerns with your headmate? At what point should you reach out to a crisis center or go to the emergency room? Every system is different, so talk to your headmates and work together to establish a safety plan that works best for y’all - and don’t be afraid to put your plan into action when the time comes!

In all this, please let your violent headmate know that you need to center your whole system’s safety and well-being. While they may not like some of the decisions your system makes, it’s so important to make sure that your physical safety is not compromised!

When should my system lock up or “jail” my headmate?

Personally, we feel like locking up or “jailing” a headmate functions as an attempt to control a headmate, forcibly taking away their agency and ultimately causing pain and resentment to build up inside. We will NEVER advocate for isolating a particular headmate, and believe that there are always other, better options to utilize instead of potentially traumatizing your headmate by cutting them off from the world and their system.

However, every system is different. If your system has exhausted all other options, use your own discretion when it comes to purposefully isolating violent headmates. Understand though that we will never promote this method, and we truly do feel like it may end up causing more harm than good to the affected headmate and the rest of your system.

What should I do if my headmate threatens serious harm, to take our life, or take the life of someone we know?

Seek outside help. This absolutely is the time to put your safety plan into action and also reach out to someone outside your system for help. This can be a therapist, a trusted friend or loved one, or even a suicide prevention lifeline. We do not recommend dialing 911 or contacting the police, as police are generally known to escalate overwhelming situations and put vulnerable people directly in harm’s way.

It should not be just on you to protect your system or loved ones from a headmate that actively intends to cause long lasting harm to your body or to someone else. Please, if your headmate is making violent, suicidal, or homicidal threats, don’t delay and don’t try to handle this on your own. Get help soon!

We are always available to help find a local crisis stabilization hotline, regardless of your country. So if you’re having trouble figuring out who to call, reach out via DMs and we can help!

Wrapping Up

We know this post got very long, but it’s still not an exhaustive guide on everything you can do to help yourself and your headmates when dealing with angry, hateful, or violent system members. Remember, not everything we’ve said here will be useful for every system! So take what works best for you and create your own plan for helping and connecting with your troubled headmates.

We hope something here will be useful to some of y’all! We’re sorry about the lengthy nature of this post, but if you’ve made it this far, thank you so much for reading! We’re wishing y’all the very best, and hope that soon you can make some progress towards positive change with the persecutors and angry, hateful, or violent headmates in your system. Please try to take care of each other to the best of your abilities, and have a wonderful day!

[yuyu1024]

Attention

Pairings: San × y/n

Genre/tags: establish relationship

Warning: fluff, smut/angst, cursing, sensual touching, making out, needy/clingy, Pet name [lmk if i miss anything]

Words: 1.2k

Disclaimer:

- this story is just made up

- english is not my first language, please be nice 😊

Note: repost. ✨️ likes and reblogs are much appreciated.

Check pinned post for more ♥️

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Finals is just around the corner, so you've been doing a lot of study time for the past week just to get ready and don't cram when your schedule gets hectic because of some other school stuff.

In your apartment, sitting in the living room, surrounded by books and notes, you are so focused writing your  reveiwer pad for you to use when you just need to refresh your memories on the exam week.

"Baba..." San is pouting, lying down at the sofa behind you. He's been playing games on his phone for an hour now. He's been patiently waiting for you to spend time with him. "Baba, c'mon... stop studying..."

Baba is his sweet endearment name for you. It started from one time he stuttered calling you babe. It made you laugh so much and happy. It was so cute. Since then, you both agreed he can call you that instead of the common 'babe or baby'.

"It's saturday... we should be cuddling right now..." he sits back up, his legs wide open and caging you between. "Baba..." he leans over, back hugging you.

"Just a few more minutes..." you say while busy writing more notes.

"You've studied enough for today... baba, c'mon... I need your attention."

You tilt your head up and look at him. "Just a little more..."

"I've been waiting more than an hour already. Last night you didn't even give me some love when we went out to a cafe. You just kept on ready your book and not paying attention to me!" He is sulky.

"I did! I heard all your stories about your game with Yunho and Jongho."

"You did. You are talking to be but not really. And I never got a hug nor a kiss... "

"Aww... my sannie." You clasp his face and pull him close to give him a peck. "I promise, after this... I'll give you hugs and kisses."

"No. I want it now." His hands starts to attack you, tickling you on the turso.

"San!" You squeal, giggling too. "Stop!"

"I'll make you regret not giving me hugs and kisses last night!" He warns, all smile and ready to attack

"Shit! San!"

You fall on your side, on the floor, face is all red and squealing the more and more he tickles you.

"Let me punish you..."

He comes down from the sofa and pins you down on the floor. He shifted from tickling you to nibbling your skin.

"This could've been us last night..." he says as he puts your hands above your head and starts kissing your neck.

"You know I needed this... to study..."

"Baba, you're not going to fail..." his hands begin to skim over your body before slowly lifting your knitted top. "Fuck, you're wearing a black laced bra." He hisses under his teeth while he cups both of your boobs, thumbs circling on your sensitive tip. "Oh Baba..." he growls. "You're fucking sexy!"

Putting his face in between your boobs while his fingers gives you the best sensation. Him pinching your tips and then massaging it gently is sending you to heaven.

"Oh, Sannie..." you moan as you spread your legs even more under him.

He glances back at you, "you're face is getting red." He smiles, "are you turned on?"

You nod, eyes barely open. "I love it when you touch me."

"You do?" He is smirking. "How about this...?"

His eyes are glued to your face but his tongue is doing God's work. He pushed your boobs out of the your bra and starts to lick and suck you out.

Your mouth open like an 'o'. "Ah! Fucking hell!"

"So tasty..." San continue to suck and make you squirm underneath him.

"So fucking hot!"

"You... are hot, baba." He then moves forward ands attacks your mouth this time.

The kiss is more than just a kiss. He's basically eating you out and really making you regret not giving him attention since last night.

This is unfair. You are weaker than him. So its given that if this is his punishment, making you so turned on but not fucking you until you wave your white flag, is faul. He is using sex against you. And he knows sex with him is one of your favorite things in this world. Coz San is so fucking good at bed. He's the best at making you feel beyond heaven.

So, you need to fight back. If he uses sensual touching and making out as his attack, you decide to use your aegyo in your advantage.

You don't do aegyo. You think you don't have it in you. But San do find some things you do or say cute. And that's he's weakness.

"Are you still sulky?" You ask him, catching your breath after the kiss. "Baba..." you sweetly call him, batting your eyelashes at him.

"You don't get to act cute like that to me..." he's trying not to smile. "No! You need to beg me... not make me give it to you."

"But baba..." you try your best to give him the saddest twinkling eyes you could give. "I want you... now... and I already know I am wrong for not giving you this..." you take his hand and put it over your core.

"Fuck." San holds his breath. You are slowly getting to him.

"I'm already....wet..." you put his hand in your shorts and make him feel it. "You know you want it."

Snarling, he eases one digit in you. "Damn, baba!"

You arch your back as you feel his f!nger in you. His moving it in there..in you.

"Oh San!" You say loudly, hips moving in a circle rythm. He is hitting the spot. "Please! Just fuck me! Wreck me!"

Without any more hesitation, San gave up. He throws your shorts and undies somewhere in the room and pulls out his long, pulsating and leaking length.

He slams in you, hitting every corner of your uterus. He's so massive and lengthy.

"Holy shit!" You cry.

You feel like you are vibrating from inside out. That's how good it feels.

"Ughh... Baba..." he moans. He intertwined your fingers together as he kisses you. "Oh.. oh... aah... y/n..." he's close. "Shit... shit... you're tight... ah..."

"Is it good?" You ask, sounding a bit high and breathless

"Fuck yes!" He thrusts faster. "I'm... ah.... I need to... to... pull out soon..."

"Can't you come in me...?"

"Oh baba... ahhh..." he pauses and pulls out of you so quick.

He grabs his length and let the come squ!rt out on your tummy.

"That's effin' a lot." He breathes as he sees how much come he released

As you catch your own breathe, "should've been inside of me.."

"Baba..." he gets up and runs toward the bathroom to grab a towel and a wet wipes to clean you up. "You know we need to be careful... we're still in school..."

"But when?" You slowly get up from the floor, trying to fix your top.

"We're graduating next year... and habe a few jobs in mind already... let's see what will happen then."

"I'll keep that in mind.." you smile and kisses San on his cheek.

[thesilliestofgals]

Hello everyone, I'm making this huge post because I'm hyperfixated on what's going down in the Ever After High fandom right now, and I need to type all my thoughts out. So, get your tinfoil hats ready folks, because it's speculation and theorizing time.

DISCLAIMER: this is all just speculation and/or incoherent rambling. I'm putting it under the cut because... it's a little long lol (if you see any grammatical and/or spelling errors ...no you don't)

Earlier today, January 5th (or January 4th, depending on your timezone) Mattel released a "new" song for Ever After High, "Can't Get Me Down" (you'll see why I put new in quotation marks in a bit). Reaction to the song itself was... mixed, with some really liking it, some not liking it, and some being more neutral. The reason why this sent the fandom into a frenzy is because, obviously, this is our first real content from the actual source since the series ended in 2018.

Tin foil hat time, I don't think this song is "new" at all. I'm speculating that this song was in the Mattel's equivalent of The Vault for a long time, which could explain a lot about why it sounds janky and almost ai. Also, I saw some people saying it reminded them of Taylor Swift, and we know, canonically, Taylor Swift exists the EAH universe as Tailor Quick, and Raven is a fan of her. Adding on the fact that Raven is used as the cover for this song, I suspect she would've sung this either in a webisode, or more likely a special, but it got cut for whatever reason.

Here we get to my biggest point: why now? Why would Mattel, with no promotion beforehand, just drop this out of the blue? I saw someone suggest it was a mistake, and I saw someone else suggest that this was leaked by some employee, but I don't think either of those are the case- if they were, it likely would've been taken down already.

I shared this theory through an ask, but I'll reiterate it here: My theory is Mattel is using this as a tactic see how people would respond to the idea of EAH making a comeback.

I think EAH making a comeback now kind of makes sense- look at what happened during it's downfall; iirc doll sales were low, but also, Disney had created Descendants. This is a bit more into conspiracy theory territory, but from what I've heard discussed, many think Disney's creation of Descendants was the nail in the coffin for EAH. It's also common knowledge that Disney is extremely territorial about fairytales, and especially when it comes to princesses, so them making Descendants to assure EAH's decline... checks out. With Disney not doing well now, Mattel could be trying to take advantage of that. But that's just my theory, I could be totally wrong and Mattel could be doing this for some other completely random reason.

There was also some other stuff about trademarks, but I'm not good with that kind of stuff, so you can read more about that here.

TL;DR: this situation is very *exaggerated and vague hand waving in air* as you can tell by this post, so while we can continue speculating and/or doing our own digging, I think it'd be best to keep an eye out to see if Mattel releases any more songs, or even any announcements/statements.

If I forgot anything or explained this poorly, I apologize!! Please let me know if I did either and I will try and correct that!!

[lucapizzelles]

There were some mistakes in the original post which @sixteenthtryry pointed out, so I've edited this a bit! (a lot of the analysis was based on a small grammar thing that i misheard so :,,,D but still fun to me)

(Okay I spent like half an hour trying to find a specific post because brunosaderogatory made a post about how the Italian subs for Luca are different from the Italian dub, and also that the Italian subs are done by AI while the dub is actual human translators, but I can't find it. So jsyk that's the inspo for why-)

I've been transcribing the Italian dub for Luca and I noticed some really silly things already, but one in particular made me laugh/eyebrow raise/"jesus christ, Daniela."

In the lunch scene at the beginning of the movie Daniela says (parentheses are direct-ish translations (hence why it may seem a bit choppy). Disclaimer Italian is not my native language + I'm not super good at it, but I have some Spanish background + a friend who IS good at Italian that helped me translate):

English: Nope, nope! The end! Shut it down! [...] Well, the curious fish gets caught! We do not think, discuss, contemplate, or go anywhere near the surface. Got it?

Sub: No! No! Fine! Dacci un taglio! [...] Beh il pesce curioso viene pescato! Qui non si nomia, invoca, contempla, o sfiora mai e superficie. Intensi?

(No! No! The end! Give it a rest! [...] Well, the curious fish gets caught. We do not name, invoke, contemplate, or ever graze the surface. Understood?)

Dub: No! No! Fine! Dacci un taglio! [...] Sì, pesciolino curioso, finisce** in padella! Qui nessuno nomina, brama, invoca, contempla, o sfiora mai e superficie. Intesi? 

(No! No! The end! Give it a rest! [...] Yes, the curious fish finish in the pan! We do not name, invoke, yearn, contemplate, or ever graze the surface. Understood?)

under the cut for a crazy syntax analysis

**(said small grammar thing that I misheard, under the cut is analysis of if she had said "finisci" instead of "finisce," where it would have translated to a more direct "you" instead of being more general.)

A couple things I want to point out:

The sub is obviously a much more direct translation from English. Which is why the dub is important, there's certain nuances that non English speaking Italian readers of the sub wouldn't catch. And vice versa with a non Italian speaker reading English subs of the Italian dub. Namely, and you probably already saw it:

Daniela straight up tells Luca, directly speaking to and about him, that he, the curious fish, will be put into a pan if he goes near the surface. lmfao.

English has what's called a "generic you," which you're probably implicitly aware of, just maybe didn't there's a term for it. English speakers like to replace saying "one" (as a pronoun) with "you." I asked my friend Alex about this, if Italian has a way to distinguish this "generic you," and they do and it's the normal way of saying it:

my friend (shoutout): "The 'understood' you is called the 'impassive si' in Italian. ie: 'you (understood/generic) don't eat eggs with ketchup' -> 'non si mangia le uova con ketchup.' The Italian translates DIRECTLY to 'one does not eat eggs with ketchup.' The way it's formed is by just putting 'si' in front of the lui/lei conjugation of whatever the verb is. (me: so they have a way of distinguishing it? what's more common?) The 'you' thing is a translation thing specifically for English people. When talking specifically to someone you use 2nd person conjugations. When talking about everyone or the "understood/generic someone" you use 'si' + 3rd person singular. The way we say 'one' in English, which seems too formal/isn't used often, is the exact opposite in Italian, essentially."

TLDR: Italian has a specific way of saying the "generic you," like how English has the pronoun "one," which is primarily used above saying "you (generic)."

In an informal setting like at a family lunch, Daniela would not be using a "generic you." There is a specific way to say "one will finish in the pan" and she doesn't say that. As my friend put it:

The use of "finisci" is specifically saying "YOU finish." It's the present, 2nd person tense of finire (to finish). In English, she just generally talks about any fish that is curious being "caught." The curious fish is implied to be Luca, but she doesn't really say it is.* The audience, understanding context, just picks that up, but if you (one) were a robot, one might not. In Italian she uses 'curious fish' as a title for Luca specifically, she is talking to him directly, the curious fish is EXPLICITLY him. Even a robot, lacking contextual skills, would get that, given the nature of the language and syntax used.

This whole thing is super instinctual, and we don't necessarily think about it when speaking or comprehending language. BUT it is a very fun thing from a syntax analysis/language localization perspective.

* also, it's a play on the proverb "curiosity killed the cat." Italian doesn't have this saying afaik, and if it has a similar one, then the translators chose not to use it. (unless the pan thing IS the Italian version, but iunnow, I doubt it, considering context)

And finally, a PAN?? Instead of just a generic "caught," she straight up tells him they'll eat him. damn.

She also specifically adds "yearns" when listing the things they don't do about the surface, something not present in neither the English version NOR the subs (of course). I just found that cool and silly and funny.

Sorry if I drilled in the finisci thing too much it's just like. HA that is so brutal. I love it.

[katuschka]

Olalla – Chapter Two

Josh Kiszka x female OC

1903 words

(This one is rather short, but that's intentional. This passage should be posted separately, because of the mood. I promise the next one will be posted very soon.)

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, intended for adult readers. Any resemblance to real persons is purely coincidental. Also, if you're under 18, go find some other entertainment elsewhere. Even though this chapter is rather harmless, the rest of the story won't be.

Warnings: melancholy, allusions to heartbreak, allusions to the death of a close person, alcohol consumption

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Agnieszka

“I brought some blankets.” 

Even though he invited me to join him, I really wasn’t sure how to approach him. He was cute, and had been very friendly so far, but something about him almost intimidated me. I couldn’t really put my finger on it. Not many people traveled alone here, and those who did were usually seasoned climbers with one thing in mind (maybe two). This obviously wasn’t the case. He didn’t have any equipment when he arrived, not even a pair of decent boots. No lone wolf craving his daily dose of adventure; he was like a nightingale that got lost. Yet, this place seemed to be exactly where he wanted to be. 

That man simply made me irrationally nervous. So I fell into the role I knew best: a caretaker. I handed him the blanket and he accepted it with a silent smile, but kept it folded in his lap while he watched his hands laying on the chequered pattern for several long seconds as if he saw them for the first time. He really wasn’t making it any easier for me. 

“You were much more eloquent this afternoon.” I tried to sound as unaffected and playful as possible, but the sudden shift in his behaviour from bubbly to brooding was palpable and for a brief moment, it made me rethink my decision to join him. I felt like an idiot just standing there. It was almost dark now and the automatic lights above the veranda went on, effectively turning the perceived sky from electric to navy blue and at the same time putting out the stars that just started blinking. The artificial light still barely reached us, though, and with him facing the other side of the garden, I could only see the outlines of his profile. It was, however, enough to tell me he was troubled. 

“Yeah, I’m sorry, I had a rather unpleasant phone call earlier this evening.” He shifted a bit to make more room for me and threw the blanket over his shoulders. “Please, sit. I’d love to have some company.” 

Would he! Was he running from something? Or someone? I wrapped myself in the other blanket and climbed on the withered wooden table next to him. “So…I hope you don’t mind me asking, but why are you travelling alone?” He smiled ruefully and looked at me for the first time. The mischievous twinkle from earlier that day was gone. He really did look sad. 

I was very much aware that it was a blunt question, but still also one I asked frequently, for practical reasons, so I decided to play this card, hoping that he wouldn’t get offended. I’d have to ask anyway, sooner or later.  “I don’t want to pry, really, it’s just part of my job to give you proper instructions. It’s generally not advised to go hiking alone, and if you do, the lodging provider should be notified about your daily plan, so that we could give the mountain rescue service some valuable information about your approximate location if necessary. It’s just a common policy. The weather is unpredictable here and you might easily find yourself seeking a makeshift shelter somewhere on the way…” I know, it was still pretty lame. 

He only nodded. “Noted…I see I’m in good hands…and as to why, I just wanted to. I think I needed some alone time. I’m just not used to it, I guess…and it’s only harder when the ghosts won’t leave you alone.”

“So, a ghost called?”

My question made him laugh. It was genuine this time, and it sounded like sleigh bells. “Yeah, you could put it that way.” He took a sip of his drink and, remembering why he invited me in the first place, handed me the second, unopened can. I don’t really drink beer, and that wasn’t why I came, but I accepted anyway. 

“Is that why you were singing?” It had been a woeful melody and judging by his current state of mind, it had been an intentional choice, too. He didn’t respond at first and I saw how his jaw clenched. My own insolence surprised me, but what was I supposed to do, ask him what he thought about the daisies in our garden? Still, I didn’t want to make it sound like I was interrogating him, so I quickly tried to turn it into mindless chatter. “That’s what I was doing when I was little. Me and my sister, actually. We would sing when we were alone in the evening, to chase away ghosts and fairies.” I regretted it immediately. Good job Olalla, now you sound like you never grew up. 

He looked at me again, and the twinkle was back. He could see right through me. “You’re not the one to talk about the weather, are you. That’s ok, I like it. I’ve had enough chit chat in my life.” A car just passed by behind the garden fence and the headlights illuminated his face for a brief moment. He gave me just a side glance, so I could take a good look at his profile for the first time. A strange man, indeed. His features were symmetrical and delicate – plump lips with a slight pout, a straight nose with just a tiny bump at the bridge, and oh, those big dark eyes – but it was still masculine enough to be considered attractive, with sharp jawlines and well-tended facial hair. His haircut was strange, and he wore earrings too. Clearly a bohemian of sorts. You really couldn’t blame me for wanting to know who he was and what whim made him come here. I felt emboldened to continue. 

“I just did talk about the weather,” I teased. “But you’re right. I could politely ask you where you’re from and what you’re planning to do tomorrow, or some other meaningless casual shit. But, since you don’t even have decent clothes with you, I already know your only plan so far is to go shopping. Our guests often sing tramp songs around the fireplace, but you’re the first lonely siren we’ve ever had here. So yeah, I’m curious.”

I really wouldn’t blame him if my inquiry offended him, but he just laughed again and patted my shoulder gently. 

“It’s a song I wrote just recently with my brother. And yes, it’s kinda about chasing ghosts, although it was never my intention to chase them away...”

“You write songs?”

“Only when there’s nothing better to do,” he tried to laugh, but it was more like a sigh. “But enough about ghosts. Now I’m more interested in the things that are real. I’m Josh, by the way.” He offered me his hand and I took it. He didn’t shake it, just held my fingers gently, with his thumb slowly caressing my knuckles. I was so completely taken aback that I didn’t realize I was being rude again until his raised eyebrows put me back to reality.

“Umm, my name is Agnieszka, but everyone except my parents calls me Olalla now.” 

“Olalla…,” he rolled the nickname slowly around on his tongue, before he gestured towards the building. “…because of this?”

“Good catch! Eulalia actually is my baptismal name. You can tell my parents really love this place,“ I snickered. “Mom also liked the meaning behind it… But no, it’s in fact just a coincidence. It’s just my favourite song. I was listening to it all the time after…a bad thing happened. It helped me to let go of an actual ghost. It may sound like a cliche, but I think music can heal. And then it kind of stuck.” 

I didn’t even know why I said that. I was well known for keeping my feelings and hurts locked safely out of anyone’s reach, but something about him made me feel like I could pour my heart out and everything would be ok. It was wild. We were both complete strangers, yet both already overly familiar with each other. It felt surreal. 

I looked up to see his eyes boring into me. I realized that he was still holding my hand when he lifted it to his lips in a silent nice to meet you gesture. It seemed completely natural to him, but I must have looked a bit shocked, which I was, because he quickly dropped it and apologized. 

It effectively killed the conversation. There was nothing to apologize for, but I couldn’t force myself to tell him the real reason why I suddenly felt so shaken. He had nothing left to tell and I didn’t know what to say, so after a short, awkward while, he cleared his throat and suggested it was probably time to go inside. 

I didn’t want the moment to end. Under any other circumstances, I would just return back to my usual professional self and let go. People come and go, sometimes you click and sometimes you screw up. But other men who came in here never behaved like this. Hikers and sportsmen and family men and someone’s else’s men. Some were more polite than others, and the sweetest or the flirtiest of those single ones sometimes warmed my bed, but their intentions were always pretty clear…and so were mine. I never behaved like this either. He just made me. This Joshua was an enigma. And, even though I didn’t want to admit it, he just ignited something in me that I thought was long gone. Maybe if I did admit it to myself, I would just return back to bed and probably tried to forget anything happened. Instead, I wanted to get to know him. The best thing I could think of was to take his hand in mine again. “I’m sorry you’re chasing ghosts, Joshua.”

“Please, it’s Josh…”

“I Like Joshua better. I think it suits you more,” I whispered, smiling, and he squeezed my hand. “And I’m sorry you were haunted,” he mumbled. 

We spent another surreal moment in silence, listening to the sounds of the evening, until a particularly loud group of people returning from a pub to a nearby hotel brought us from our mutual reverie. 

I finally let go of his hand, opened the can and took a healthy gulp. “Fuck ghosts, and cheers to the living then!” 

We spent the rest of the evening in a lively conversation about my family and our life in Willa Eulalia, he told me about his siblings and his hometown that was some sort of a Christmas village. At least that’s how he described it. I also advised him where to go and what to see after he told me that he was rather a “valley guy” and didn’t dare to venture past the tree line. At least not yet. 

It was well past eleven when we finally made our way back to our respective rooms, both already chilled to the bone and I also desperately needed to pee. My private apartment was on the second landing so we stopped by my door to say goodnight. He took both my hands in his and shook them playfully. “Thank you for the lovely evening Olalla. I can’t wait to see your lovely face again in the daylight.”

“It was beautiful, by the way.”

“What was?”

“Your singing.”

He observed me for a few long seconds, thinking. Then he placed his hands on my shoulders and kissed my cheek. “Night, lovely.”

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Responses To Common Anti-Voting Points & Why You Should Vote Blue

first and foremost, i'm going to say this: i do not like kamala harris. i think she is vile. i think most politicians are vile. i am not asking you to like kamala harris. i am not asking you to not criticize her, and i am not asking you to never protest anything awful she might do. i am not asking you to sit on your ass and never do anything in your life besides vote ever. i am not condoning her evil actions, nor am i asking you to do this, because that is fundamentally not what voting is.

voting in the united states is the simple act of being shown two people who could potentially take one of the most powerful positions on the planet, and then deciding which one you think would be the most fit for the job when compared exclusively to the other given the unfortunate circumstance that, as i previously said, most politicians are vile.

choosing to not vote is not an act of protest; it is an act which is explicitly accounted for and expected that exists within the system and does not exist outside of it or challenge it or pressure it to change in any way. due to the way voting is structured in the united states, voting third-party is similarly useless, and it is NOT, contrary to popular belief, as easy as "just voting for third-parties" in order to fix this entire system. this will take years and years of activism and political change that will not happen overnight, and must be actively worked towards continuously. we are not currently at that point, so we must unfortunately accept the reality that third-party politicians are, by design under the current system, unviable.

as someone once put it, voting is choosing your enemy.

and, quite frankly, i personally believe there is an ocean of difference between someone who will be largely ineffectual and cause minor benefits to some of their own citizens at most while still killing people overseas, and someone who is known for being addicted on a personal level to aggression and violence, who has repeatedly shown themselves to be dangerous and unstable, who has to rely on literal psyops with relations to certain antagonistic foreign powers (this part of the sentence DOES NOT say "foreign people bad", please read it again in good faith if that's what you read the first time), and who has said in no uncertain terms that they will become a dictator, take revenge on anyone who ever opposed them, begin trying to eradicate queer people from public life (and, most likely down the line, life in general), instate a christian theocracy, amplify ongoing genocides (yes, if you can believe it, more than one country is experiencing a genocide right now), and demolish what little freedoms remain in the country - like, for example, criticizing the government or opposing genocidal foreign policies.

lastly, i'd like to make the disclaimer that this post is not addressed to anyone who personally has family or friends in somewhere like palestine who is physically too repulsed by the idea of having to vote for kamala. that is something i completely understand, and while i still believe the points i make in this post are valid, it would be completely stupid and soulless of me to pretend like that isn't either.

with all that said, let's begin.

"what harm is being reduced when all this awful shit is still happening?"

the "reduction" in "harm reduction" means something like, "to make less of." as in, not "to entirely get rid of". there will still be harm being done. as long as there is a single selfish asshole left on this planet, there will still be harm done - even if in that world we have established global peace and political co-operation.

"so you admit that you don't even want to eradicate harm. why isn't THAT your goal?"

the eradication of harm IS the goal, though. it just so happens that such massive worldwide change cannot come about all at once - especially not when it is almost exclusively being driven by citizens whose power pales in comparison to any given politician or capitalist. what we're dealing with is a variation of the classic trolley problem. except, unfortunately, our trolley problem looks a bit more like this:

this is the situation at hand:

the track has only two possible paths it can take.

regardless of whether the lever is pulled, people will die.

it is not currently possible for the citizen bystanders to free any of the people tied to the tracks, even if they would like to.

as is plainly visible (and as has just been plainly stated), there is no option in which people will not die. however, we are able to pull the lever and divert the trolley onto a track that has less people on it than the one above it, thereby reducing the amount of harm that is done and allowing as many people as is physically allowed by the circumstances to continue living. and we will continue to do this until such time as people further down the tracks are able to be freed, because, again, of course, the ultimate goal IS the eradication of harm, and is constantly being worked towards by activists.

obviously, the ultimate goal IS a world where we can all happily live in peace. that's why we do things besides vote. this is not a binary situation. voting does not cancel out the many other things that can be done to lessen the amount of - and, hopefully, eliminate - suffering in the world. most of these things will be made several times more difficult under donald trump, who, in case you need to be reminded, will not be a "president", but a dictator for the entire foreseeable future.

if you truly value human life, it only makes sense to choose the only feasible available option that leads to more of it being preserved. this is extremely straightforward.

"'not currently possible'? you just don't give a shit. there's ALWAYS another option."

i've heard many folks echo the same sentiment. none have ever bothered to explain what this elusive third option is. in fact, whenever i see ANYBODY against voting be pressed on any kind of specifics, or have any contradictions between their stated values and the consequences their actions will have on the real-life people in the real-life world pointed out to them, they curiously stop responding.

under donald trump, taking any kind action against anything at all will be made nigh-impossible. as a matter of fact, it seem that the right to criticize the government will no longer even exist. u.s. citizens would be far too busy worrying about their own problems to be able to give the same level of attention they are currently giving to overseas affairs, which i hear is already considered by many to be inhumanly abysmal. you need to put your own oxygen mask on before you attempt to help anyone else. u.s. citizens will be even more useless than they are now if they were to face the hell that donald trump would enact upon them.

"don't you think it's bad enough already? and you're talking about WORSE?"

the word "worse" means "even more bad than", and NOT "the thing that is happening right now is not that bad".

as an example, 700,000 is a bigger number than 30,000. if those numbers represented people murdered, then the number "1" would ALREADY be too much. 30,000 is worse than that. 700,000 is even worse. 3 million is catastrophically worse.

having a nuke dropped somewhere would be apocalyptically worse.

do you get it?

think back to the last 4 years. maybe even last 8! if every year since 2020 or 2016 have taught you ANYTHING, it should be...

that things can ALWAYS get worse.

i feel like it is worth reminding you that the entire world will suffer and see death tolls for having donald trump in control of the united states. as a reminder, the united states is one of the most powerful and influential countries in the world - if not, THE most powerful and influential.

if donald trump were to rise to power, it will bolster the efforts of right-wing extremists and terrorists everywhere.

this has already happened before. it is not a hypothetical, imaginary scenario. this isn't even mentioning the fact that he will have access to nuclear weapons.

i'm going to very, very real for a minute here.

ignoring literally every other reason there is to vote or not vote, if you really, truly, genuinely believe that donald trump - the man whose entire platform is, as opposed to his primary competitor, based upon fear, lies, hatred, and aggression, and who has repeatedly been shown to be unpredictable, unstable, and has made clear in no uncertain terms that he is eager to resort to extreme violence - is someone who should be allowed to wield one of the largest stockpiles of nuclear weapons in the world,

there is something deeply wrong with you.

anyway, this is all to say that there is more at stake here than the fate of two countries (both of which will see even more death and suffering than are already occurring, which should itself be enough to persuade anyone who truly values life into voting for kamala harris, but, alas).

if there is one sentiment i consistently see from folks across the world, it isto beg the united states to not fuck it up this time. quite frankly, i don't know how one can, in good conscience, ignore these pleas. maybe you have the privilege to forget what life was like under trump the first time. i and many other folks don't. many more still don't remember due to the sheer fact that they are no longer alive to be able to do so.

"you expect me to vote for a democrat when biden just let [x bad thing] happen?"

a very large amount of the bad things that happened under biden - for example, the awful supreme court decisions - are directly the fault of donald trump and never would have happened had he not been elected in 2016. i truly do not understand why people blame biden for things that were squarely out of his control rather than focus on everything that was. this has been the republican strategy for decades: rig the system as much as they can when they have power, and make it damn-near impossible to untangle any knot they make. it was my understanding that it was common knowledge on this website that ronald reagan was personally responsible for nearly every issue this country faces - what the hell happened?

anyway, despite all of that, biden actually HAS done a lot of concretely good, or at least decent, things during his tenure as president. here'sthis list of things that happened under him that never in a million years would have happened under any republican.

i do not personally like how some parts of this post are worded, as i believe they are too soft with him. it still contains factual information. not every single last thing in this list has panned out perfectly, or at all. this does not negate everything else in the list that has.

this list does not negate the bad things joe biden has done. he is still an extremely evil human being. likewise, his evil actions do not negate the good he has managed to do. in case it needs to be said, this flatly disproves any notion of the two parties being identical (if only one of them being very clear about how they want the world to end didn't already).

i'd also like to call attention to the fact that a bill to make voter suppression way harder was put forth by democrats, and was shot down by republicans, and that it is trivially easy to look up the sheer amount of times similar civil rights laws were primarily put forth and supported by democrats, and almost exclusively shot down or stripped down by republicans. there is a reason republicans have the reputation they do as being a "plain evil" "death cult", where democrats are largely known as just "ineffectual" or "liars".

in fact, despite a few individual democrats being responsible for drafting it, this bill which allows for surgical castration as punishment for sex offenders (i wonder what minority group the republican party claims are all pedophilic sex offenders?) was overwhelmingly supported by republicans and largely voted against by democrats in the republican-controlled chambers. who could have guessed?

and, let's be real here - if your stance is that both parties are equally as meaningless, then you should have no problem with it if anyone's voting democrat. you should be completely neutral rather than using every ounce of energy you have to convince people to not do anything at all. i promise you that standing in line for several hours of one single day at worst is not going to be the thing that ruins any chance of the world becoming better.

i would also like to remind folks that, as there is no viable leftist party in the united states, the democratic party sort of needs to house people who fall anywhere from the center of the political spectrum to the left. to make blanket statements about them is quite honestly shortsighted and a little foolish at times.

(as well, calling people who believe in things like prison & police abolition, universal basic income, free healthcare, and the literal abolition and replacement of capitalism a "liberal" or "centrist" just because they're !!!BEGRUDGINGLY!!! voting for the only viable candidate who WON'T try to kill them, their friends, and their families, is just plain fucking stupid, petty, childish and embarrassing, and makes it look to people that, more than anything else, you don't really believe in anything but appearing "right" and see this as some kind of game. those are definitionally not liberal or centrist beliefs, and i know you know that. they are on the same fucking side as you. maybe, then, take their concerns seriously and try to give actual counterpoints with evidence if you'd really like them to change their minds. after all, if your arguments come from a place of what you truly believe is important, moral, and right, then the only moral thing to do would be to try to actually convince people rather than call them names and dip out at the first sign of opposition, wouldn't it?)

i don't know about you, but i don't want the party whose main platform is "queers are satan spawn and need to be eradicated" and "haitian people are kidnapping and eating people's pets and children" and "anybody who isn't christian needs to be exiled or worse" and "women don't deserve rights" and "interracial marriage is destroying the white race and needs to be made illegal" to be in charge, when the opposing party quite simply... does not say or believe those things.

"so you only care about your own comfort, then? fuck everybody else?"

i don't know how i could possibly make it more clear that more people than u.s. citizens will suffer under donald trump. but even if that wasn't the case, people in the u.s. shouldn't get killed either. people are people, even if they are from """privileged""" countries. even if every last u.s. citizen was a racist monster, they would still not deserve to die. that is the very same argument that has been used to defend the victims of any genocide, because people are people.

as has already been established, people will die either way. do you understand? nobody can wave a magic wand and make all genocide everywhere come to a halt at this exact moment. we are only citizens. we do not have this power. we have to fight for what we want over a period of time. the problems of this world quite simply run too deep to be solved within the next month.

donald trump has explicitly stated he intends to ramp up the violence. the occupying forces you claim to hate have explicitly stated they prefer him for this reason. in fact, several authoritarian monsters have made it clear that they love him. that should give you pause.

no option is going to stop people overseas from getting killed right now. no matter what you choose to do, you WILL be complicit. are you a u.s. citizen who pays taxes? then you are already complicit.

is it fucked up that the victims of the many ongoing genocides will continue to suffer while u.s. citizens would continue to enjoy their perfect utopia where nothing bad ever happens?

YES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

do those same citizens then, therefore, deserve to have Project 2025 fuck them over? as well, are there any other realistic, plausible options for what can be done to save the entire world RIGHT NOW?

NO.

let me be very clear. no amount of genocide is worth u.s. comfort. but choosing not to vote - or to vote third party, or to vote for trump - will not be the thing that stops it. it is a purely ceremonial gesture that will only serve to make things worse for ALL PARTIES INVOLVED, and all parties that are NOT INVOLVED.

furthermore, i believe that the notion that the united states is or has to be fueled primarily by genocide is flatly wrong. i do not believe the country would crumble if all genocide were to come to a halt. even if it were to, there are quite simply other, better, non-evil ways to maintain a country than to kill innocent people en-masse, and this is the system the united states should would have to switch to instead, and is what activists there are literally always trying to push towards. not that there is ever a reason to justify genocide, but "we need to do this to keep our economy going" is one of the absolute worst.

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this is extremely straightforward.

one candidate will allow people more time to figure things out, and for the more vulnerable to escape if needed. at least SOME good things will happen under this candidate, even if they are considered "small".

the other will become a literal dictator and make any negative thing you could possibly imagine - racism, the environment (yes, that still matters and negatively impacts EVERYONE, and will also eventually lead to an extinction event if not put under control soon), the economy, whether or not there's poison in your food, genocide - even more extremely awful than they are now, for everyone in the world. which is saying a whole fucking lot. absolutely nothing good will come out of this candidate. not even anything "small".

listen. if the circumstances were different, i probably wouldn't care so much. kamala harris is not going to save the country, let alone the world. but this election, as has been noted by so many ACTUAL EXPERTS in both history and politics, is different. this specific election is perhaps one of the most important ones we will ever see. we can't afford to try and "send a message to the democrats" this time, because they won't ever even get the chance to learn from it. what part of "dictator" is not clicking?

project 2025 is public reading. go read the wikipedia page. go read all the posts from sex workers, queer people, and poor people talking about what it would mean. go read the damn thing itself. sex workers, queer people, poor people, homeless people, immigrants, muslims - all people who are currently in severe danger. all people who this website's userbase claims to want to protect. well, in only a month, it'll be time to put your money where your mouth is. many of these people have already spoken out about how dangerous this man is compared to his competitor. don't you think maybe you should give them a listen, or even think about why?

yes, many of these people are already actively being targeted. no, kamala harris will not stop it. in fact, she'll probably continue giving power to the police and enable them to keep slaughtering hundreds. but it is so trivially easy to see that trump will take this orders of magnitude further. he has already said that he's planning to sic the military on protestors on his first day in office as well as terminate the constitution and mass-deport anyone he doesn't like (which isn't Literally what Project 2025 says, but with wording as vague as deporting anyone considered "un-american" and harboring "jihadist sympathies", it really might include you. do you really trust he'll only deport "illegals"?) by the millions per year, without due process. at least under kamala there will be many places in the country left that'd be considered "safe", but "blue state" and "red state" will carry no meaning under trump's rule.

if for no reason that involves direct human suffering, maybe you should at least vote for kamala so that porn and "deviant sex" don't become fully illegal. you guys like porn and sex, right? or vote blue so that any queer media doesn't instantly become labeled porn and, thus, criminalized. or to ensure that gay and interracial marriage continue to exist (if you think marriage doesn't matter, i implore you to look into the sheer amount of important things locked behind marriage), and so that women will still be able to do such things as "own credit cards and bank accounts", and so that the national weather service and the literal department of education - and with it, thousands of public schools - do not get eradicated. or maybe you're devastated by the hurricane that just passed and want what little aid there is to continue existing? oh, wait... those count as human suffering.

if you think i'm making any of that stuff up, it's a sign you haven't done enough research into literally ANY of this and, as such, should probably shut the fuck up and do some reading. it's all real, it's all bad, and it will last far into the rest of what lifespans we'd have left, because he's not leaving after his 4 years are up.

to summarize: no, kamala harris is not a fascist dictator wannabe, and, frankly, saying that about her is kind of laughable in the same way the right calling her a communist is. she's not nearly convicted enough to hold such hardcore positions. will she end democracy in the united states and become a dictator? no? definitionally not a fascist, sorry. trump, on the other hand? well, uh... yeah????

by arguing against keeping him out of office, what you are essentially doing is saying, "yeah, i know that texas-sized asteroid is heading right for us and is indisputably worse than doing something about it, but how dare you suggest we do that when people are dying right now?! what real reason is there to divert it? i need something to work for, not against!"

...even though voting against a fucking dictatorship is equivalent to voting FOR your continued ability to exercise freedom, or even BE ALIVE!!!!

i have never heard even a single person provide any kind of answer as to why the most vile and conservative of politicians work so extensively hard to make sure people, but ESPECIALLY the most marginalized people, cannot vote. if it truly didn't matter, why do they care so much about stopping you from doing it?

it. doesn't. make. ANY. fucking. sense.

why don't you read about what kinds of lovely folks from throughout history stripped power away from their citizens?

(and, no - baseless, evidence-less, flat-earther-esque conjecture about "keeping up the charade" is not a good answer.)

i have a feeling if this election was taking place in any other country, people would be horrified. well, the country it IS taking place in is one of the most powerful and influential in the world, so... why aren't you?

people will die under trump. less people will die under kamala. these are our only two realistic, plausible choices.

less death is better than more death. no death is better than less death. we need less death before we can get no death. we need to choose less death.

...also, there is a very real chance donald trump will cause the extinction of humanity by starting a nuclear "war". so. you know. there's that.

(personally, i'm hard-pressed to call a couple-hours-long-at-most exchange of missiles before most of humanity gets vaporized a "war", but maybe that's just me.)

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Pomefiore: Holiday Special

Well I have a soft spot for Rook and I refuse to change. Writing his part was hard for me to not just keep writing. Just hmmmmm, I’m whipped for this man. Man could shoot me with an arrow and I could thank him.

Disclaimer: All characters in this series are aged up. For more information about my version of this world and the type of reader you can expect, please do a quick read of THIS post.

Pomefiore: Gift Wrapping

It was no secret that the members of Pomefiore were chummy with one another, seemingly getting along, despite how vain some of them were. To help further these feelings, every winter there was a gift giving event. Wrapping presents and giving them to those you deemed close were common in Pomefiore. Normally cosmetics were given, or even some new clothes, but it was always a free for all. The downside was having several friends in the dorm and having to wrap everything up. 

Vil Schoenheit

As the dorm leader, Vil took it upon himself to make sure everyone in the dorm got at least one present. A kind gesture on his part, even if most of the things were skin care products. He always took notice of the people in his dorm, and what they could improve on. He catered his presents to those needs so that everyone could be their most beautiful self. The downside was the amount of presents he had to wrap.

His schedule was already busy, but this was just another task added on. That’s why he decided to reach out to you, deciding it wouldn’t kill him to ask for assistance. Not to mention, it was another excuse to hang out with you. You didn’t even question it as you knocked on Vil’s door and he showed you the piles of wrapping paper, gift bags, and presents piled up.

“Well…I’ll be damned.” You whistled, as you closed the door behind you, “This is a lot of work.” You commented, noticing the pile behind him that’s already been taken care of.

“You’re still willing to help?” Vil asked, going over to sit on some cushions he placed on the floor for the two of you. You chuckled, moving over there to sit alongside him.

“Obviously!” You said, making a grabby motion to a long lasting nail polish set he got for someone.

“Good, then let me show you how to wrap them.” he said, grabbing some skin care set and placing it in the middle of the already pre cut wrapping paper.

“I know how to wrap a gift, Vil.” You said, picking up your own set and putting it in the gift wrapping.

“Please do remember that these will have my name on them as well. They have to be wrapped in a specific way.” Vil said and you huffed.

“Alright, show me your fancy wrapping technique then.” You said, watching his hands work. You managed to get confused midway through and asked him to show you again. Vil raised one perfectly manicured eyebrow as he grabbed another gift and proceeded to go through it again. You coughed a bit when you realized it really was a fancy method.

“Perhaps a more hands on approach would work best for you?” Vil said before pushing some stuff free from his lap, “Come over here and I can show you.” You swore your heart skipped a beat as you realized he implied you’d sit on his lap.

You awkwardly got over and did just that. He laid out another gift and placed it in the paper. He then grabbed your hands with his own, then began helping you by guiding your hands through the process. It turned out perfect under his steady hands guiding your own. His warm hand covered yours while you put the bow directly in the middle.

“Perfect…” He said, his breath against your neck, “Do you understand now, or do we need to work on a few more together?” He said, you swore you could hear his smirk.

“I uh…a few more together…” You finally managed to say. Not only because you wanted to make sure you got the wrapping down, but you wanted to stay there for a little longer. You felt Vil chuckle, his chest vibrating against your back, as he helped you do a few more. Once you got the hang of it, Vil decided it was time to actually speed up the process.

“Understand now?” he asked, before you finally gave in.

“Ya, I think I got it.” You said, slowly getting off his lap. Before you could get up properly, Vil couldn’t help but pull on your arm. You fell right into his chest with a small squeak.

“Thank you for doing this with me.” Vil said, making sure you were looking him in the eyes. You felt flustered as you tried saying something. Next thing you knew, Vil was placing a kiss on your lips. Once he parted, he smirked at your shocked expression, “Now come on, we need to get this finished today.”

“Wait…we need to do all this today?”

Rook Hunt

“Ah, le plus beau cadeau, I’m so happy you’re here.” Rook said, opening the door to his room wide open. You chuckled as you walked inside, noticing how neat it all seemed to be despite the chaos of wrapping presents. You had your own bags in your hand that needed to be wrapped, so him inviting you over to do so together worked out perfectly.

“You did invite me over, how could I deny such a sweet invite.” You said, putting your bags down on the floor. Rook smiled as he went over and wrapped his arm around your waist. One of your hands was then grabbed and brought to his mouth. He placed a gentle kiss on your knuckles, savoring your flustered little noises.

“Why of course, ange des neiges, but you didn’t have to come when beckoned.” He said, letting your hand down. You moved your head off to the side, knowing you had a giant blush covering your neck and cheeks. Whether he could notice…well you hoped he wouldn’t.

“I uh mean like…when you ask I…obviously I’m going to come over.” You managed to get out before clearing your throat, “Shall we start wrapping or…?”

“I could stand like this all day with you in my arms.” Rook said with a wink, “But I shall let us get to our frénésie d'emballage.” you had no idea what he said, but you just shook your head.

“Whatever floats your boat.” You chuckled, before finding a spot on the floor. Rook joined you, sitting close enough that his leg brushed against your own. You grabbed your bag of gifts and took out the first present and some of the wrapping paper.

“Ah, is that gift for Monsieur Crabapple?” He said, noticing the carving kit you were wrapping up. Nothing got past Rook and you smiled.

“Bingo, one point for Rook.” You said as you quickly managed to get it into the wrapping paper. Rook seemed to like what you said as he leaned closer to you.

“Are we making this a guessing game?” He asked, you blinked, before realizing what you did.

“Nope, not at all.” You said but Rook wasn’t having it.

“Then is the point for rien?” He asked, causing you to pause, blinking before he elaborated, “Nothing?” 

“Exactly.” You said and he was now giving you a mock pout.

“I was hoping to make a game out of it so I could get a reward.” He said, as you sighed, knowing he wouldn’t drop the discussion.

“Fine, if you can guess which present goes to whom, you can get a reward.” You said, knowing it was bad to play into his games, but you couldn’t help it. Not when he was looking at you like that. He smiled as he leaned over and looked over the gifts you had laid out.

One by one he managed to guess everything perfectly and you sighed, knowing you’d have to give him something as a reward, “Alright fine, what do you want for your reward?” You asked, as Rook smirked.

He grabbed one of the bows he had lying about and put it on your head. You took a moment before you realized what he was implying. Before you could say anything, he leaned down and placed a kiss on your lips. It was quick and fleeting and you actually pouted at feeling him leaving you.

“You’re le plus mignon when you’re pouting like that.” Rook said, his hand going to caress your cheek, “Did you perhaps want another kiss?” He asked, as you sighed. You grabbed him by the neck and leaned up, giving him a deeper kiss this time. Rook smiled into the kiss, his hands placing themselves on your waist as you leaned up so you were hovering above him.

Your lips parted and you looked down at Rook, who had the most adoring smile on his face, “Si belle, tu es tout pour moi.”

Epel Felmier

Both you and Epel had bought several presents for your friends, before realizing something disastrous. Neither of you could wrap gifts very well. You both made an attempt, after you offered the living room, so you guys could have more than enough room to work. You just stared at your shittily wrapped gift, before Epel burst into laughter.

“So uh…neither of us actually knows ‘ow ta wrap?” He asked, his country drawl coming out and you smiled.

“Look like it…should we watch some videos together?” You suggested and Epel nodded. You managed to set up this world’s equivalent to youtube up on your TV; the task wasn't easy, but you still thanked Idia to this day for helping you get a good TV, so you could game with him. Once the video was up, the two of you tried following.

The presents looked a bit better than last time, but they were still lumpy in some areas. “We really suck at this.” You noted and Epel sighed, unwrapping his gift so he could redo it.

“I didn't realize it was this hard.” he murmured, trying again, “Never really ‘ad to wrap ‘em myself back home.” He said and you hummed.

“I get that…but I don’t want these to look ugly.” You said as you also tried again, “You know our friends will be assholes if they look like shit. I can hear Ace’s teasing already.” You sighed.

“I'm more worried about Vil…think he’d just toss it if the wrapping looked like shit?” Epel said, this time the present was at least…decent in appearance.

“He’d toss it into a fire and watch it burn before instructing you on how to wrap it properly.” You said, making Epel laugh at the thought.

“You’re right, that’s exactly what he’d do.” Epel said, shaking his head as he tried one more attempt. “Hey, can you hold your finger here for me?” Epel asked, pointing to an area that needed to be secured. You did as he asked and finally it looked good. You two stared at the perfectly wrapped gift, before cheering.

“Hell ya! That looks good…like an actual gift.” You said, moving over to look at it. Epel laughed alongside you, as he quickly wrote down the name of who it was going to. He then placed it over to the side and looked at the other things he needed to wrap.

“Maybe if we worked together it’ll be easier?” Epel suggested and you hummed.

“Teamwork makes the dream work. Let’s do it.” You said, grabbing your next gift and placing it in the middle of the paper. As you two worked on wrapping it together, your hands occasionally brushed against one another. Such a simple touch made you flustered for no reason and you accidentally pulled away when you were supposed to be holding something.

Epel watched the gift unravel, before shooting you a glare, “What was that for?” he asked, before noticing your flushed expression. He blinked a few times before a smirk pulled on his face. You were about to ask what he was planning, when he grabbed you by the back of your neck and pulled you into a quick kiss.

“Am I distracting you?” He asked and you shivered at his jolt of confidence. You had no idea how a boy who looked as cute as him, could sometimes have this air about him.

“I…ya…” You managed to squeak out. He placed another quick kiss on your lips before pulling away.

“As cute as you are, we need to get these wrapped. After that, we can kiss as much as you want through,” Epel said with a wink. You put a hang over your heart and groaned.

“You’re killing me.” You whined and Epel just shook his head.

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Grief (Yamato & Takeru)

Disclaimer: This is a small piece of work that I wrote for the Takari Week that I could not post, but that I really enjoyed writing, so I decided to share! I love the family dynamics that we have in Digimon and everything about these two siblings’ relationship!  Enjoy!

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“Dad as always is going to come home late.” Yamato said while putting a hand full of spaghetti pasta into the boiling water pot. “Is mom home?”

“I think by now she is. But she must be locked in the office writing some article for the newspapers. You know, the usual.”

“Those two have more in common than they would ever admit.”

“I guess you have a point.”

Takeru took a sip from the tin the Coca-Cola Yamato had given to him. “Maybe that is the reason why they are no longer together; they are too similar to stand each other.”

“It can be.” Yamato laughed a bit. “I am very proud of you for being able to talk about it so openly now. Not a long time ago you would dismiss the topic and pretend you didn’t hear my comment.”

“I’ve been making some progress. As time passed, I think I just accepted the fact that some things would never change, and I have been trying my best to heal from it the best way I can. Writing my feelings down help a lot.”  

“I understand.” Yamato bent down and took out of a wood drawer a jar with the word 塩 (salt) written in hand, and another with the word 黒胡椒 (black pepper). “Your therapy is writing, mine is creating music. I would never admit it to them, but some songs I have wrote are inspired by them.”

“There is beauty in transforming pain into art. At least their story can be signified as such.”

“Exactly. You thought that line yourself?”

“I have been practicing.” Takeru smiled shyly noticing how Yamato observed his sentence.

“I can tell.” Yamato carefully put a pinch of salt and black pepper in the pot where the pasta was boiling. “You said you wanted to talk about something on the phone. What could it be?”

“Oh…that. Well, I think I may need some… dating advice.” Takeru said and felt a sudden urge to hide himself under the table out of shyness.

“What?” Yamato turned around quickly to face his brother with his mouth wide open. He was still holding the jars.” Who is it?”

“Ah…” Takeru looked away and started to tap his hand on the table insecurely. “Do you think Taichi is the jealous type of brother… or would he be ok if I…?”

“Taichi? No way!” Yamato quickly pulled the chair next to him and noisily sat down in front of Takeru. “There is no way you are dating Hikari!”

“Theoretically, I am not…Yet. I invited her for a date on Saturday… and she said yes.”

“I see…” Yamato was speechless. “I mean, congratulations! How… did that happened?

“It is a very long story. But the thing is, I have never been on a date before, I am kind of nervous. I don’t exactly know what to do, how to plan… “

“You never asked a girl out?”  Yamato interrupted him.

“If I never told you, it's because it never happened.”

“Make sense.”

Yamato let the idea sink into his mind. Not that it wasn't something he had already imagined, or even discussed with Taichi himself. But they always joked about it, he was not prepared to face it in real life.

“So…” Takeru broke the silence. “You are going to help me…?”

 “Let me… finish dinner first. A few minutes and I can answer you. Now I am too busy being surprised.” Yamato stood up and went turning off the pan.

Takeru rolled his eyes and kept drinking the Coca-Cola.

Yamato finished cooking in few minutes and served it, making slight jokes about the topic they were discussing before.

They expressed the typicalいただきます(itadakimasu) before anything else.

“Now that I am calmer.” Yamato started trying to look as serious as he could. “What happened? And please hide unnecessary details I don’t want to know.”

Takeru laughed at this and took a few seconds to summarize everything that have happened on this mind. It was still fresh and some things he would admit did not have processed yet. But one thing he was certain of: He could not be happier.

 “You know, I have been receiving love letters from girls at school, and many of them confessed to me. I think I told you about this already.”

“Yes, I remember.” Yamato took the chopsticks and divided them, listening attentively.

“In the quickest way I can summarize this, another one was too much for us to keep pretending we did not care about it. Hikari distanced herself and it was unbearable for me. I knew it was hurting her, and we talked about it after class. And we kissed. I mean, I kissed her.”

“Basically, we two just needed a good excuse to stop playing dumb about how you feel about each other.”

“I can confirm that.” Takeru followed his brother in the previous act. Divided his chopstick as well.

“Well, I don’t think you need to do something incredibly complicated for your first date Takeru, really. Your friendship with her naturally evolved into love and I think you should keep things as light as possible. Without pressure, you know her since you were eight, just trust yourself and your feelings.”

“Oh wow, I never expected to hear it from you.” Takeru seemed kind of surprised.

“I know, I know. But after several years in a relationship, you start to think about things differently.”

“I can see it.”

“Just take care of her and your relationship properly. Everything will be ok.”

“I… don’t want to commit the same mistakes mom and dad committed you know.”

“They are a good example of not taking care of a relationship properly.” Yamato said with as much sincerity as he could. “Dad was never at home, and mom needed to work and take care of us alone most of the time. He was always too busy working. And she needed support. Not financially, but all the other kinds, and dad just let it go. They had a very deficient communication. All I can remember were they screaming their problems at each other, frustrated and confused.”

“I remember that too. And for some reason, I remember blaming myself for it, most of the time. I think dad never expected mom to actually… leave.”

“I felt that as well. I blamed myself not just for the screaming, but for the divorce. Mom just couldn’t take that anymore.”

“I don’t want to… be like them.”

“We are not our parents, Takeru.” Yamato smiled at him, reminding the time he started to date Sora, when he had the same mental dilemma Takeru was having.” We were there, we know what happened, and we have the tools to do differently. “

“I know.”

Takeru smiled sadly, trying to remove those dark days from the focus of his present-day memory. At least he knew that Yamato understood him and these waves of old grief feelings. It didn’t matter what happened in the past, if he now got the tools to create a better future. Yamato was right, he needed to trust his feelings, and trust Hikari. Trust that they were able to create a relationship with a solid base of love and respect. He was the one in charge of creating his own fate, and he chose her to be his other side of the mirror.

[dumbmusclehypnojockboy]

Odds & Ends: The Muscle Shirt, a Sk8ter Dreams story

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Thank you everyone! In the lead up to the big 10,000 subs, I'm going to be posting some of my oldest original stuff. I used to be a tf writer known as LanceFan2001 or Ikaika. I frequented cyoc.net and the narcississ archive (i think it's the predecessor to the current GSS.com) and the original gay muscle story archives.

These were the days that we had to put warning lables before we posting gay stuff. It was a time before network admins or parental controls, It was a different world. But maybe not so different.

I was lucky to find a community, and someone important to me, whom I have lost contact with was O'Melissokomos: The Bee Keeper. He had his own site, that was part transformation stories part political news blog. It just worked. Anyway, he illustrated this story. I am so thankful that CYOC still has those images. So, I present,for the first time with illustrations , Odds & Ends: The Muscle Shirt.

Odds and Ends: the Muscle Shirt

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction depicting gay sex. If reading such material is offensive to you, or if you are under the legal age to read such material, please read something else.

Author's Note: This is a tale in the Sk8ter Dreams universe spin- off, "Odds and Ends". Special Thanks goes out to Reaver who started this universe.

Second Author's Note: This story is not meant to offend ANYONE. It is FANTASY, and should be taken as so. Thank you! >>>Ikaika<;<<

Trent Stephens dried his hair with a towel he had taken to storing in his school locker-yet again. This time, some freshman jocks had the pleasure of "flushing" him. You would think that as a high school senior, Trent would be the one administering that particular rite of passage, or at the very least would garner a little respect from the incoming freshmen. Sadly, he did neither.

Perhaps it was because of his appearance that he faired so poorly with his peers. Trent stood at 5'6", and weighed 235 pounds, most of it fat. He never wore any trendy clothing, instead, sticking to a wardrobe consisting of thrift store finds. Perhaps, adding to Trent's position on the bottom of the social ladder, was the combined fact that he was the new kid, who had no backbone.

Trent was also a nerd. Growing up, while the other boys were outside, playing tag or participating in sports, he preferred to sit in the library and read books, or sit in front of his custom-built computer, and play games. He really had no friends either. He obviously didn't fit in with the jocks or trend setters, and even the computer nerds felt that he was too geeky for their clique.

Trent slammed his locker shut, and with a clumsy, jerking movement, swung his book bag over his shoulder. Just as he was leaving the school, his backpack, filled to the brim with books for school, and "a little light reading", ripped at the seams, causing one of the straps to tear, and littering the deserted hallway with his books and folder paper. "Shit," he silently cursed, "What else can go wrong today?"

It took Trent about 15 minutes to pick up his things, and find a plastic bag to put his stuff in. He exited the school, and made his way to the bust stoop. As he approached the stop, he heard the bus approaching. He ran for it, only to be left behind in a cloud of dust, as the bus zoomed past.

"Great," he thought to himself, "looks like I'm walking home again."

Luckily for Trent, he only lived a mile from the school. He began his trek home, huffing and puffing in the hot and humid August sun.

He passed the many banks, stores and strip malls that were a common sight in suburbia, not paying too much attention to what he was seeing. He walked by a bakery, enjoying the smells waffing in the air. He pressed his face against the glass to see what treats were available for sale inside. As he glanced back towards the sidewalk, he noticed something unusual. The lot next to the bakery, that had been empty ever since Trent had moved to town, was now filled. In it, a store had appeared, almost overnight. Green awning lined the front and the sides of the store, and a sign reading "Odds & Ends", displayed the name of the establishment.

His curiosity piqued, Trent entered the store, and he heard the jingle of a bell ring overhead. Trent took a moment to look over the shop. It looked like a thrift store, with shelves piled high displaying miscellaneous artifacts. There were also a few racks, tables and bins of clothing, and a shoe rack in the corner. His eyes fell upon one item in particular... a sleeveless, Navy Blue, Abercrombie & Fitch shirt. Trent walked towards the rack, his palms sweating in anticipation. The shirt looked oversized... Really oversized! Just as eh was about to reach for the shirt, a voice called out to him, "Can I help you, sir?"

Trent jumped in surprise. "Where did he come from?" he wondered as he got a look at the person the voice belonged to. He was a teenager, looking both innocent and mature. The shopkeeper was dressed in a baggy green shirt, and had a backwards, sized, baseball cap on with a logo that was unfamiliar to Trent.

"Hi," Trent said, a little shakily.

"Hello," The shopkeeper said, "looking for anything in particular today?"

"Well, this shirt intrigued me," Trent answered. "I've never seen such a large A & F shirt before. Is it genuine?"

"Indeed it is, sir," the shopkeeper said, as he calmly walked to the rack, picked up the shirt, and showed Trent the sewed-in labels.

Trent looked at the labels, the shopkeeper presented. Stitched into the material of the shirt was an original label. It showed the size of the shirt as being a XXL. It also had a second tag sewed in above the main tag that read "muscle."

"I never knew A & F made shirts in a XXL size," Trent quasi-asked, quasi-stated.

"If I'm not mistaken," the merchant replied, "They tried it once, but found that it didn't fit in with their marketing campaign."

"Heh," Trent thought, "their marketing campaign. All those hot models in, but mostly out of their tightly fitted clothing. Those hot bodies... how I wished I had a body like that.

"How much?" Trent asked.

"Only $5.00," the storekeeper responded, "but, I think that it's a little too big for you. Why don't you try it on? The fitting room's right there," he added as he ushered Trent into what looked like a closet with a shower curtain in front of it.

Trent shrugged his shoulders, took the shirt the teen held out, and slid the curtain shut. Feeling a little strange, he shucked off his sweaty polo shirt, and put on the Abercrombie & Fitch tee. Trent looked into the mirror. He felt that the shirt fit him just fine. It wasn't baggy at all. In fact, the vertical white stripes down the sides of the shirt, actually helped Trent look a bit simmer. It was his slight paunch, however, which stretched the shirt out a little, that kind of ruined the effect.

"How does it look sir?" The storekeeper asked, breaking Trent from his train of thought.

"It's a little tight," Trent said.

"Nonsense!" The teen replied, opening the curtain and ushering Trent out of the room, and in front of a mirror mounted on a wall. "Let me take a look."

"It's a muscle shirt," the shopkeeper said, "so, it's supposed to be a little tight." He tugged the shirt in a few places, adjusting a few folds, and smoothing out the shirt. "Looks like a perfect fit to me," he said, admiring his work.

"How can you say that?" Trent asked, a little irritated.

"Look in the mirror."

Trent did as the shopkeeper asked, and was taken aback by what he saw. His stomach wasn't protruding as much as it was just a few moments ago... In fact, his belly seemed to be diminishing, the accumilated fat, just melting away.

"How did that happen?" Trent asked.

"What do you mean sir?"

"That," Trent said, as he pointed to his stomach in the mirror. Trent let out an audible gasp as he was in for another surprise. His once flabby stomach was now gone. He stood transfixed as ridges formed on the shirt, holding tight to his body, and revealing slight definition. The crevices deepened as a four-pack developed into a six-pack which then morphed into a highly defined, ripped eight-pack.

"Whoa... What was THAT?" Trent asked dumbfounded.

"I still don't know what you're talking about sir," the shop keeper said, ignorant to the fact that Trent was changing before his own eyes.

Trent realized that he was now looking down on his companion. He could have sworn that he was eye to eye with the shopkeeper when he had walked into the store.

"This is so fucking cool," Trent said.

"Sir," the shopkeeper responded, "I still don't know what you're talking about..."

But the shopkeeper's remarks were cut short, as Trent doubled over, and reached for his legs. They were cramping... BIG TIME! As he put his hands around his calves, he thought to himself, "They're growing!"

And he was correct in his analysis. Trent's claves were growing. In fact, his whole leg was expanding in both directions. Rock hard muscle developed on his calves and thighs, as they both lengthened. They were engulfed in pain, until finally, the growth stopped. The results were diamond shaped calves, the definition impeccable, and the size of a football. His thighs were so thick, they resembled the trunk of a coconut tree.

Trent then began to feel a pressure around his feet. They felt squeezed into his shoe all of a sudden... suffocating in the tight quarters in which they were contained. Quickly, Trent bent down to take off the shoes. When he did so, he found that his feet were also growing. Creeping past a size 11... slowly stretching, elongating past a 12 �... the bones crunching, crackling and reconstructing themselves, finally stopping at a size 15. His socks then reshaped, and readjusted themselves from knee high tube socks, a pair of Nike no-show socks.

"Are you okay sir," the shopkeeper asked, not really understanding what his customer was going on about.

"I don't kn..." Trent cried out, "But.. but... ARRGGGHHHHHH..."

Trent's comment was cut short by a new pain, this time centered in his chest. On the one hand, he felt like he was being massaged, yet on the other hand, he felt like his chest muscles were being pulled apart. He started sweating profusely, as he gawked in the mirror. His man-tits were disappearing! They were restructuring themselves, turning the once jiggly fat reserves, into solid plates of steel. His pectoral muscles (that's what they were now, not fat, but pure muscles) stretched his shirt to the limit. Trent realized that the shirt he was wearing began to shrink. The bottom hem creeping up, revealing the cobblestone bricks he now had for abs. Trent watched as his nipples shifted, now facing outwards, instead of the downward direction they once faced.

His pecs now pumped, the pain moved to his sides, back and shoulders. Trent's traps, lats and back muscles grew out, forcing his arms to hang at an angle, instead of straight down. His shoulders widened and broadened. The changes finally stopped when Trent's frame looked like a doorway: intimidatingly looming.

Trent didn't have time to comment on this, however, as the pain moved to his arms. Bones crackled and muscles elongated to keep up with his lengthening arms, which grew in proportion to his new physiology. Then, as they stopped their downward journey, his arms began to swell. Like a balloon inflates, Trent's arms blew up, but unlike a balloon, Trent's biceps and triceps were filling up with strong, hard, potent muscle tissue.

Trent's arms continued bulking up, finally reaching a point when his upper arms resembled basketballs. His skin was stretched tight, that it appeared his skin was no more than a sheet of paper. The feeling shot from the arms, down to the forearms. They pumped up, increasing in size, finally looking like miniature legs of lamb, but without any of the fat.

Next, Trent's hands expanded. Growing to mach the size of the rest of his body... HUGE! Joints popped, bones broke apart and reformed, and ligaments and tendons realigned themselves until Trent could more than easily palm a bowling ball... yes, a bowling ball!

At this point, Trent looked into the mirror, and realized what was happening. He saw his solid body, rippling with newly formed mass and muscle. He was turning into a jock. He was becoming one of those jocks he had always fantasized about being. One of those jocks that had always picked on him. The very jocks he detested, yet, subconsciously longed to be.

With that thought, an erotic rush came over Trent's body, centered in his groin. He accepted these changes... No... not accepted, he embraced them... welcomed them. Then, he felt movement on his thighs, and realized that his briefs were turning into boxer briefs... The underwear inched down his thighs, and fit tightly over the densely packed muscles of Trent's thighs and bubble butt. Then, he felt more movement, and an electric shock in his penis. "No, not my penis," Trent corrected himself, "My cock... my fuck stick."

He felt his cock snake down his thighs, and was surprised when the growth seemed to complete itself when it reached about three-quarters of the way down his thigh. Another erotic rush shook his body, as his balls swelled in size from the size of grapes to the size of golf balls, and even then, a little bit bigger. Trent's nutsack dropped, and met expanded to match the growth of its contents.

"UUUGGGH!" Trent grunted, his now deep voice, echoing with a bassy resonance. "Oh, fuck!" he exclaimed, a new sensation spreading across his face and neck.

"Sir," the shopkeeper said, "If you're going to be a while in front of that mirror, I'll just be doing a few things that need to get done. Just call me if I can help you with anything." And with that, he disappeared from Trent's view.

Trent watched in the mirror as his face rearranged itself. First, his eyes lightened, going from a dark brown, to hazel, passing pale green, and finally stopping at a bright, mesmerizing blue. His cheekbones and facial structure transfigured, giving Trent more angular features, raising his cheekbones higher, and squaring off his jaw. Then, his nose collapsed, and reconstructed itself, giving Trent a nose that appeared to have been broken a few times, yet still having a shape that perfectly matched his other facial features. The pieces of the puzzle coming together, Trent looked into the mirror, and marveled at the fact that the face looking back at him was a face that could be on billboards, magazine covers, and even in the Abercrombie and Fitch Quarterly!

Trent's hair lightened in color. Changing in a few seconds from black, to a sun-highlighted, bleached blond look. It filled in fuller, and thicker than ever before, and all of a sudden, his scalp started itching, as it all started receding back into his skull. All that was lift was a short crew cut, with the sides and back faded down, and his bangs up-turned and spiked out. Then, he watched as his sideburns filled out.

The itching exploded all over his body, as all the hair on his chest, legs, arms, abdomen, back, underarms and crotch, retracted back into his skin. The itching continued as fine blond hairs, started filling in creating just a very slight treasure trail that lead to a very well trimmed and maintained patch of hair. His balls still remained hairless, as did the rest of his body, which would forever remain so. Trent's skin then started darkening. It changed from the pasty white that he once was, and darkened into a rich, golden tan. His complexion was simply perfect, and his whole body just radiated a glowing aura.

All of a sudden, Trent clutched his chest. It felt like something was moving in his heart. He felt something crawling under his skin, and in a moment, he realized that the sensation was veins. Veins snaking their way across his body, down and across his chest and abdomen. Veins popped along his legs, and arms, forming obvious webs and patterns here and there. And then veins started popping along his newly muscled neck.

Trent was feeling pumped! He felt the strength that he now possessed welling inside of him. As he made a double bicep pose in the mirror, he froze. He wanted to stop posing, to go into a most muscular pose (something that he never knew about before), but was frozen in place. Something was wrong... something was tickling him? Trent looked into the mirror at his stomach, and saw that his clothing was now changing. The shirt he tried on remained the blue and white sleeveless Abercrombie and Fitch shirt that it was, however, bottom hem crept up, and took on the appearance of a cut-off tee-shirt.

His former jeans, which now looked like ridiculous high-waters, tied on with a cloth belt (which seemed to have tightened itself throughout the transformation) altered themselves. They grew longer to match Trent's new height. Then, they changed colors. In some places it got darker, turning into a dark brown or black. In other areas, the jeans lightened, turning olive or light green. Then, as a whole, the jeans began to fade, looking as if they had been washed many, many times. Rips and tears appeared randomly, and Trent's belt's excess length hung in front, perhaps hinting at the massive organ that Trent now possessed. The pants had become a pair of waist 28, vintage wash cammos from Abercrombie and Fitch.

The shoes that Trent had cast off earlier now faded out of reality. They disappeared from sight! A brand new pair of black and white Nike cross-trainers formed on his feet.

Trent's book bag then began to flicker. It elongated and widened, darkening to black. A logo appeared on it, finally revealing itself to be the Adidas logo. Trent's backpack had become a gym bag. The books that were in a plastic bag next to the backpack disappeared, gone from Trent's memory, and the memory of the world. The new gym bag filled itself with workout clothing, a pair of shoes, and a jock strap. Not to mention a few other items... condoms and lube!

Suddenly, a sharp, throbbing pain erupted in his head. Trent quickly reached for his temples. It was like a vise was pressing his head, squeezing tighter and tighter. "ARRRRGH," Trent screamed in anguish, "My fucking head! What the fuck is happening to m... ARRRGH!" The pain was incredible!

A new feeling was added to the torture he was enduring. From somewhere within his cranial cavity, it felt like his brains were being forced through a small sieve. Trent's natural ability to learn, and hold knowledge of the world decreased. His very IQ lowered, nearing 90. Things Trent learned from school and books seeped from his head, leaving an empty brain. "Fucking A man, make this stop," Trent cried out, still in pain.

As the torture continued, Trent's brain rewrote itself with information. It filled with knowledge about working out, nutrition, and sports. Trent could no longer tell you the state capitols, but he could tell you that he worked out everyday for two hours, doing bench presses, cable flies, and bicep curls. He could ramble of rosters from sports teams. He didn't know anything about foreign trade policies, but he now knew that the Camero was a bitchin' ride.

Trent's attitudes changed. He now had an aversion for geeks and nerds. His life revolved around, hot guys, hot cars, hot sex, and flexing his muscles on and off the sports field. His world now focused on keggers, and his vocabulary now only encompassed simple words and phrases. Trent no longer would be the sniveling coward who just took everything that came his way. He would now be a cocky jock, who had an air of arrogance and confidence in everything that he did. And his voice, no longer would Trent be confused for a woman on the phone. Instead, his testosterone charged voice boomed with a bassy resonance.

And, as suddenly as the pain started, it stopped in an instant.

"Whoa," Trent said, "That was one nasty trip. I wonder if that's the ephidra in Xenadrine or somethin'."

The sales person came back to the dressing area. Not having heard or seen Trent in a while, he was a little concerned about his customer. "You still doing okay, sir?" he asked.

"Yeah, dude," Trent replied, "I'm okay. That was one hell of a rush!"

"Sorry sir."

"Not your fault guy," Trent said, "what do I owe you for the shirt?"

"Let's see now," the shop keeper said, "Five dollars for the shirt."

Trent reached into his pocket, and retrieved his money, having a little difficulty counting out five ones.

"Thanks man, that's fucking cheap! Let me know if you get anymore in." Trent said after handing the kid his money. "I gotta go to the gym... There's a stud waiting for me, and he's gonna be in for the pounding of his life," he added, thinking about how the star quarterback was his own personal boy toy. Man, this shirt is gonna look awesome on me tomorrow when I start going to my new school `Trent Hall's School for Young Adults'."

"I'm sure it will sir," the shop keeper replied.

And with that, Trent Stephens picked up his gym bag, and walked out the door, the bell overhead jingling one last time, and headed out to his new life.

"Another satisfied customer," the mysterious shopkeeper said to no one in particular. •

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Please let me know if you liked this retro post. I have some others that are in reserve, so if you would like to see me post more, like and comment!

[eva-knits12]

The Hate and Death Threats Are Uncalled For

Trigger warning: Mentions of suicide. If you are feeling suicidal, please dial 988 or 911 immediately!

DISCLAIMER: If you believe that Chris Evan's "marriage" is PR, then fine. I know it's PR, it's fake, there's a contract involved. If you believe it's real, then fine. I have nothing against you if you believe it's real. I disagree. I think we can find some common ground here.

PR contracts aren't a new thing in Hollywood. They've been around since the beginning of Hollywood, and they'll keep coming out with PR contracts. PR contracts were a way to cover up a star's sexual orientation, which is where fake marriages come into play here. They were legal up until 1965. Liberace was gay. So was Rock Hudson. Katherine Hepburn was a closeted lesbian. All of them were in PR marriages, and under PR contracts. So, this isn't the first time we've had a PR contract, and it's not going to be the last PR contract. They'll still exist even after Chris and the porn troll break up.

A few bloggers on here have been getting hate asks, and death threats. I refuse to name this person, and I refuse to give her the space on my blog. She doesn't deserve the space on my blog, and she doesn't deserve to live in my head rent-free.

There are bloggers wishing death upon Chris. Wishing that he'd drown, kill himself, etc. That's uncalled for! If I didn't like Chris, I wouldn't wish death upon him. That speaks volumes about your character.

These same bloggers have sent hate asks to several people, and have even accused certain bloggers of switching sides. I'm #Team Chris. I haven't changed my stance that this is PR. I was team PR until all of this hate, all of these DM's and all of the bullying started to intensify. Like I said, if you believe that this marriage is real, then fine. As I have stated before, I disagree. I'm still adult enough to let you have your beliefs, and guess what? That's okay! All I want is for Chris to be happy.

Chris looks miserable right now. There's no life in his soul, no life or light in his eyes, he's lost so much weight due to stress. There is little holding him together at this point. This is beyond guilt. He's in this contract, and it's deeper than we think.

This PR stunt will end when it's supposed to end. Chris and the porn troll will break up at some point, and it's not up to us to put out articles because it's not going on OUR timeline. Only two people know when this will end.

Telling someone to off themselves, wish they'd unalive themselves, and even making death threats is uncalled for. There are kids that have committed suicide because they were told to off themselves. There are people sitting in jail on murder charges because they have told a person to do this. You can be arrested for this!

The police can build a case easily because posts on IG, tumblr, facebook, e-mails and texts are time stamped. So, it doesn't take a detective to build a case.

I have lost two people in my life to suicide, and it never gets any easier.

All this hate right now is just uncalled for. I don't care what side you're on, I think both team PR and team real are unhinged. Both sides keep attacking each other over their own personal beliefs, and when someone walks away, or even interacts with someone from the other side, we're accused of switching sides. If you switch sides, fine. I have nothing against you if you do.

I'm Team Chris. There's still good in the man, and we just want to see him happy. He is still a decent human being underneath all this.

"Be excellent to each other."-Bill and Ted

Thanks for coming to my TED talk.

[peach-and-bugs]

💚Lottie Matthews SFW Alphabet💚

💚Read the NSFW Alphabet here!💚

Fanfiction master list

disclaimer: don't repost my work. I only post on Tumblr and on Ao3. anything else is stolen and should be removed immediately

Warnings: Nope! All safe/fluff, mention of alcohol though

Word Count: 2,278

A/N: Hello Loves! Back again with more for Lottie! This time it's her SFW alphabter! As always, feel free to leave questions or comments in my comments or ask box, and happy reading!💚

Lottie Matthews Tag List: @elliesjoints

Yellowjackets Tag List: @frasersgf @minimickzy

General Tag List: @summergeezburr

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A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Lottie does what I call quiet affection. She’s not into extravagance or making a huge display out of things and she never has. She prefers keeping your love private, but don’t mistake that for her keeping you secret! On the contrary, she’s very upfront about her marital status with others, it's just not all out and in your face. Her love languages are acts of service and touch for sure. She’s always got a hand on you in some way when she can help it and its very common to come home to her having done or actively doing a chore for you that she knows youve been dreading

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

As an adult, she doesn't seem like the best friend type. But as a teenager, she was the classic outgoing girl's best friend. She loved doing each other's nails, watching corny movies late at night with popcorn, and having sleepovers. She loves those moments of girlhood but craves them still as an adult. If she did make an adult best friend, in some way I think she’d try and reclaim and relive that feeling, as childish as it might make her feel

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Lottie is a huge cuddler. She loves being tangled up in you, face to face so she can press you into her chest and she can rest her chin on top of your head. She loves snuggling up under blankets with you to watch tv or a movie ans sneakily sliding her hand up your top 

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Lottie adores domestic life. She loves mundane tasks like cooking and cleaning, especially when she can do those tasks for you. She enjoys the praise she gets and the relaxation she can feel in your body from having done a task for you. She doesn’t like living alone, so moving in together would be suggested and welcomed quite early. She loves sharing her space with you. She’s the type to want to go the whole ten miles. Living together, getting married, and having kids. She wants to give her kids some of the childhood wonder she worries she missed out on

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

I think she’d be shattered. I genuinely don’t know how she’d do it because I see her as someone as an adult who’s so careful with dating, that she’s only getting into a serious relationship when she feels she’s found the one. If she felt like she had to leave, it would likely be because she worried she was weighing you down. There would be a lot of tears and drama and she’d feel awful, but she firmly believes in the phrase “If you love something, let it go”

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quickly would they want to get married?)

This lady wants to put a ring on your finger so badly! I think she dreamed of a rustic farmhouse wedding as a teenager with all her closest friends and family, and now she envisions that with you both in white, out by her little part of the lake. I could see it taking some time though. She wouldn't want to rush into things and scare you off. She seems like the type to wait till you show obvious interest in big-life changing decisions that she can’t misconstrue, like getting married or having kids

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Lottie is just the most tender girl. She’s so fragile with every touch like she’s afraid of breaking whatever’s in her hands, you included. Sometimes her touch is so soft it feels like she’s only hovering over your skin. You have to remind her that you aren't going to fade away or disappear and she can hold onto you. 

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Her hugs are warm and enveloping like she’s wrapping you up in a blanket or a bubble made just for the two of you. She gets especially huggy when she’s tired or drunk

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

She tries to wait till you say it first but slips up and ends up saying it first. She says it very casually ans naturally too, likely after laughing at some corny joke you make without thinking about it. It takes her a moment to realize she even said it at all, but before she can worry and possibly take it back you assure her you love her too 

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

I mentioned it in a headcanon request but Lottie is a self-pity type of jealous. She feels very secure in her relationship with you, but if before you established it and she sees someone flirting with you or she’s got something impairing her cognitive thinking skills (best example, she's drunk) she becomes a mopy baby, keeping you away not because she’s mad at you but she’s pitying herself 

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Like everything Lottie does, there's a warm tenderness behind every one of her kisses. She loves kissing your hands and fingers, or holding onto your hips tight as she kisses your lips, smiling at the taste of you. She loves kissing your nose and the corners of your smile, as well as your thighs, collarbones, and neck. Any exposed skin she can get her hands on she’ll kiss you there, no questions asked

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

She’s great with kids! She loves just listening to them talk about the magical worlds that they come up with. I think had she not had all the trauma from the crash, in another life she became an elementary school teacher, maybe teaching between 4th and 6th graders

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Lottie is often up first because she’s got things to do, but she always leaves the coffee maker on for you and oftentimes gets some chores done around the house before you get up and she has to start getting to work. On weekends she likes to gently wake you up and bribe you with making breakfast

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

She loves listening to music while cooking dinner, often distracting you to dance and nearly burning whatever you might be cooking because she's just too infatuated with you and your laugh. She also enjoys late-night reading in bed with her glasses on while you cuddle up beside her. Her free hand often trails over your stomach and your side so that she can feel your breathing even out as you fall asleep beside her

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Lottie wouldn’t tell you a lot about the wilderness, at least not in detail. But I think she’d reveal details about her life pre-crash very freely. But her teen years during and post-crash are somewhat of a blur. Once a heavy level of trust is established between the two of you, I think she’d be a lot more open to talking about it, but only when you’re alone ans something reminds her of something that happened out there. She wants you to know what triggers her, what she did out there because she wants to be herself with you and be accepted and taken in full as she is, but that’s extremely hard out of her fear of rejection. It would take quite some time and trial and error, but overall, she feels like one of not the more open out of the yellowjackets when it comes to their time in the wilderness

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

She’s extremely patient, especially with you. They’re a very strong line of communication between the two of you, so it’s very hard to upset one another. However, if she’s already stressed, small things that other people do can tend to set her off. It’s pretty easy to catch these triggers, but settling her down again when she’s upset can be a challenge. She always feels bad after getting upset with someone but you assure her it’s alright end encourage her to apologize and communicate what she may have been feeling

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing or do they kind of forget everything?)

Lottie’s mind is a steal trap. She remembers absolutely everything without even trying, but she doesn’t brag about it. She hopes that you don’t notice it

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

She often fondly thinks about watching you in her garden, admiring all her different plants as the sun shone down on you from above, illuminating the color in your cheeks and the sparkle in your eyes. At that moment, she realized just how beautiful she truly found you

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

She’s protective, but not in the way that she’ll get physically violent or aggressive with someone who’d bother you. She’s more concerned with getting you out of a bad situation than interfering with the perpetrator if that makes sense. She’d rather take you away and make sure you're alright because of your her priority. Not some asshole who felt the need to bother you. 

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, and everyday tasks?)

Lottie seems like a huge tryhard to me, so she’s gonna try in everything romantically because she wants you both to be satisfied to your fullest in every aspect of her relationship, so if there's something you want, she’ll attempt to achieve it to the best of her capability. But she prefers the small things, like taking her time doing a task for you, or when you try cooking something new for you both or coming home to a new bouquet that you picked from the garden that afternoon

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

She’s got a nasty habit of overworking herself, especially into the night. She often wakes up in the night when she’s overwhelmed or stressed and you need to pull her from her computer or the kitchen and back to bed before she wears herself out

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

She’s more concerned than you might think. Of course, she’s one to embrace the unique beauty that comes with age, however, sometimes when she notices a few more grey hairs than she expected or new wrinkles forming on her face it can get to her and she can grow concerned. You always tell her that she's always beautiful, even more so with age and she finds comfort in that

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

She hates to admit it, but she can be quite clingy. She doesn't like being apart for long and is at her most content when you’re within arms reach of her. Of course, she understands a need for time apart or if you want time for yourself, and that's something she’s willing to work on, but she adores you and at the very least wants to know how your day has been. She always calls if you're apart for a day to check in with you

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

I mentioned it before but she’s a big reader. She loves getting her information from books and it's quite common to find her curled up under a blanket in her free time, book in hand with a cup of tea sat beside her, her reading glasses sliding down her nose. But she’s the kind of reader that highlights and annotates her books, regardless of what they’re about. She just likes being able to flip to where she was and read sections to you without having to go on a wild goose chase to find them

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

She’s one of those people with the cilantro gene and she hates it, insisting that it tastes like soap. She’s not usually picky with food, but if she tastes cilantro it’s an absolute no

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs?)

Lottie twitches in her sleep and she sleep mumbles. She’s very clingy and always has a hand on you when she’s asleep, but she’s an active dreamer and will murmur things under her breath when she’s out cold. Often, when she’s not having nightmares she’ll say all kinds of sweet things. It's very sweet when she takes naps on the couch with you, her head in your lap while you read. She'll hum and smile to herself when you run her fingers through her hair and she’ll nuzzle into your leg. You know shes dreaming about you then