#kisses and hugs and love to you anon

[sleepymccoy]

Hey sleepy! I liked your reply about your job and the questions you need to think about wording. I saw something in your tags and wanted to provide my experience if that's ok? I don't know how valuable it is to share, and it may be the case that you already know or have considered this, so, to be taken or left at will :)

You say you see a lot of autistic people on tumblr having strong negative reactions to normal interactions, which can be a bit confusing. And it's true! They are normal and polite, and to some extent necessary. What I want to say is this : I am autistic, and growing up I struggled a lot with these subtle questions. I did get a lot better at this with practice, and conscious effort - I am 30 years old now, and my interactions are easier to navigate, even if I still regularly run into the same problems I used to. This makes me have complicated interactions with people, but complicated is just part of life, and most people are quite helpful I find.

Where I think the problem still lies for me, and where this anger might be coming from when people complain about this online, is that people quite regularly still get angry or upset with me when I don't answer properly or seem like I don't understand something easy. I mean like colleagues at work, where we range from 30 to 55 years of age.

There is a difference between your work and mine, question wise, I think : my colleagues don't know I'm autistic, while you know your patients have dementia. They think I'm a bit weird (this has been communicated to me lol), but no more. It may be that you simply don't interpret them as rude, because you know they're not trying to be, while people regularly interpret my behavior this way - rude, lazy, stupid, what have you. In my life I am finding people to not always be very patient when I don't follow the expected script. Many people are!! Most people are. And we go back and forth asking more questions to figure out what we're talking about, and sometimes I can feel that they are finding this a bit funny, but it works out in the end. But the angry and upset ones weigh heavy, and when I was a child many more people felt comfortable, I think, being angry with me. It took a lot of time to unlearn that I could get punished for asking follow up or clarifying questions for simple conversations.

I think, in short, that the autistic people you see complain about this have learned to be afraid. If they are young, or surrounded by less patient people, people might be getting angry at them often, or it may be recent in their life that they did get angry.

(It may also be that they have been trying to learn how to navigate these for a while, and it just won't work! It can be very hard to tell what went wrong in a given interaction and it's easy to leave it with the wrong conclusion. Working on this was a very frustrating process. But this is, I think, another subject.)

Thank you for your patience with my many many words, and please have a good day :)

Hey thank you!!

Especially thank you cos I was a bit nervous rambling like that cos I definitely don't want to try and take away from autistic people's experiences, or put myself in a place where I shouldn't be. I fully get that a lot of tumblr stuff is people not looking for solutions and just venting about their life (that's healthy! You need a space for that!) so I don't wanna step in all defensive and explanatory when someone's just had a particularly shit day. I'm very pleased you read it (long as it was) and didn't come away offended ❤️

I expect I do have quite different experiences, one (obviously) because I'm not autistic. The other being I work in a place that pretty much requires abnormal patience to be able to do the job. This job also is hugely culturally diverse and the style of communication in the break room is plain and simple English and trying to reword sentences quickly and blamelessly because confusion is presumed to be a cultural mishmash or struggle with english. There are definitely neurodiverse staff who I work with (some have told me, some just struggle beyond a language barrier) but it isn't much of an issue cos of the culture we've built. This probably puts me on a back foot cos it seems so easy to me to chat to everyone I meet, just by code switching slightly as needed. That's basic politeness

So yeah, if there's fucking adult professionals in the world not approaching colleagues with politeness and generosity, you'll have some bad times. I've had them at prior workplaces, bullies are cunts

There are of course a lot of differences between people living with dementia and autistic people, but I admit I hadn't thought of my awareness of their diagnosis! You're totally right, and being aware of someone's needs does change my behaviour.

I agree with you that it seems like people have learnt to be afraid of conversations. I think that's very sad, cos most conversations are harmless and fun.

The bit I see on tumblr that bothers me most really is the grouping of "all autistics think like this whereas all neurotypicals think like that" which just cannot help anyone actually chat. It's not always as a neurotypical = bad (although that is most often the tone), but I don't like how it removes uniqueness from people. And I think it's more of a situation where people are applying their personal trauma responses to a whole group of people and assuming it's correct cos it's true for them, individually.

Like, I see my staff room with three Nepalese (one of whom is on the spectrum), a Ugandan with brain damage, the most beautiful Ethiopian woman you'll ever see, the country guy with ADHD, and little me and we're all laughing at the same joke and I just am not seeing the neurotypical people in the room with the same cruelty and dismissiveness as what autistic people describe on tumblr

I can fully empathise how hard it is to shake childhood and lifelong damage from insidious stuff like what you're describing. I'm just not sure the tone I see on most autistic-centric posts are working on shaking it, I think they're wallowing. And it bothers me cos it's fucking sad, most people are fantastic!

I'm glad you mentioned that you do enjoy/don't struggle with most conversations you have these days! I also have some dud interactions throughout the week, but that's just personality clashes. Or the occasional racist 🙄. But most of it should be easy or fun, that's why we've culturally built polite interest small talk and referential shorthand jokes to show intimacy without invasiveness.

I guess it's a bit hard for me to hear that my attempts at being cheerful and causal and friendly might cause just stress in someone, and then I'd never know cos they go away to blog about it in anger. But I suppose I should get over that, if someone chooses not to talk to me about how I unknowingly make life difficult for them that's their choice and not my problem until I'm told

Cos I'm not gonna stop being cheerful and friendly just in case i confuse the odd someone, I'll be miserable and I'll feel cruel. But I am very sorry to think this sort of carry on could be unpleasant to anyone. I dunno, no fixes here of course ❤️❤️

[machveil]

KONIG + GHOST WITH AN S/O WHO WANTS TO DANCE I THE RAIN

making out with that beautiful brain of yours oh my god

dancing in the rain with: Simon “Ghost” Riley, König + Simon and König

Simon “Ghost” Riley:

Simon’s a little skeptical at first, it’s not a light drizzle after all - it’s a good summer rain. but when you’re practically dragging him out the door? his shoulders slump and he sighs, “Hold on, jacket— can’t have you getting sick, love.”

truth be told, Simon’s not much of a dancer. if a song he likes comes on the radio the most he’ll do is tap his foot, maybe bob his head. so when you’re hand in hand and he watches you kick a puddle, dancing around in the rain? he’s willing to embarrass himself for you

and, oh man, is he an awkward dancer. ridiculous, a Lieutenant, built like a tank, trying to dance for his partner. he’s all elbows, hands in tight fists as he tries to match your energy - he’s really trying. he’s tense, it looks like he’s gearing up to hit a punching bag rather than dancing

looks like you have to step in - taking his hands in yours. “You look like you’re trying to fight me, Simon. C’mon, loosen up!”, you laugh, trying to get him to shimmy with you on the pavement, “I am loose.”, he deadpans, footwork a little sloppy. but, as he gets used to the way you’re moving, his jaw goes a little slack, he becomes a little lighter on his feet. there’s one thing he can do, and it makes your cheeks feel a little hot against the cool rain

hand on the small of your back, Simon dips you - weight supported by his palm. and when he brings the hand he’s holding up to his lips, a firm kiss the back of your hand, he cracks a smile, “This loose enough, lovie?”

König:

“You want me to dance, liebling?”, he asks, amused by the request. he glances out the window - spring, budding flowers dotting the trees and leaves sprouting on bushes. he’s taking your hand and leading you out the door, “Ja, why not, Maus.”

he humors you, but he’s a romantic at heart. he can’t deny the feeling in his stomach, butterflies flitting about. his heart squeezing with affection as you spin, droplets of rain rolling down your skin. he’s mesmerized by how you move, it doesn’t matter if you’re actually dancing or just kicking puddles

it’s surprising how the giant man can be so light on his feet - and he’s matching the rhythm you set. he’ll spin you, twirl you around, and he won’t let you fall. he doesn’t say anything, just grins behind his damp hood as you laugh and smile

but when he stops suddenly you look up at him, eyebrows raising as he settles his hands your hips, “König? What’re you— König!”, suddenly you’re in his arms, his hands shifting to hold the backs of your thighs as he picks you up - and easily too. “Was? I’m just dancing, Schatz.”

now he’s laughing softly, accent thick as he shuffles, “Ich liebe dich.”, he coos. you’re both thoroughly soaked by the time you go inside, a small cold hitting you both - but that’s okay, it was worth it

Simon “Ghost” Riley + König:

it’s almost comical to them - their arms crossed as you beg them to come outside with you, “Please— guys, come on! I can’t go out there alone, I’ll look dumb.”. Simon silently cocking his head to the side while König chuckles, “Dumm? Oh, liebling, we wouldn’t want that.”, he hums

König’s always one to give into your whims, the people pleaser in him comes out when you’re around. Simon, ever the straight man of the duo, is making sure the Austrian doesn’t rush you out the door, “Easy there, I’m not taking care of your ass if you get sick.”, he huffs, tossing a jacket at König. walking up to you, Simon drapes a jacket over your shoulders, lightly ruffling your hair, “And you’re too good t’get sick, love.”

once everyone is ready to face the rain though? it’s Simon dragging you out the door, “C’mon, you wanted this.”, voice gravely as walks down to the pavement with you, König following close behind. it’s silly - your 6’3”/~190cm Brit and behemoth 6’10”/~208cm Austrian boyfriends getting drenched while dancing with you. they’d happily make fools out of themselves to see you smile - your laughter echoing down the street

it’s hard taking turns dancing with them, it ends in a pissing contest over who the better dance partner is König, sorry Simon. four hands pulling you every which way - they’re constantly moving, from your hips and waist, over your hands and tracing up your arms

it’s not long before you three rush back inside - the sky clearing up, your shoes damp and their masks soaked. the moods light as everyone dries off, clothes shrugged off in exchange for loungewear

they could definitely be convinced to dance with you again

[bangchansbackohmygod]

Hey I’m new to this requesting thing but I really love you’re work and I was wondering if you would you be able to write something about Hyunjin or Felix being with someone that LIVES for sucking dick🤭🤭

Hyunjin Hyunjin this is definitely meant for Hyunjin

I don't think either of you were expecting it. You'd done it before, he'd received it before, just never with each other. So when you and your best friend Hyunjin got a little too tipsy during a movie night and ended up in a sloppy makeout on your couch, and your hands started to wander a bit, and you decided "to hell with it" and you freed his aching hard-on from his jeans, and you gave the head an experimental lick....

You didn't expect to love it so much.

It was an immediate addiction. The whine of your name, the buck of his hips, his taste, it all flooded your mind and flipped an unknown switch deep inside of you. What you thought would be foreplay ended up replacing the main event, his excitement buried deep in your throat as you slammed three fingers into yourself to sate your own fervor. You moaned in ecstasy around the thickness as he came for you, his eyes crossing and a line of drool slipping down his chin to match the mess he'd made of your own mouth.

Then of course came the sweetness. The confession of the feelings you'd both been hiding, the gentleness as you cleaned each other up, the giggling awkwardness as you planned a first date. It was a halo of warmth, a softness that you'd never expect had come from such a depraved act of lust. And so it was that Hyunjin became your doting boyfriend.

Who you went down on every day without fail.

The itch just needed to be scratched. You'd wake up next to him, his angelic face soft and innocent...and you'd feel yourself salivating as you imagined waking him up with a blowjob. So you did, his mind mushy and pliant as he barely gasped out a few "thank you"s before he unloaded into your waiting hole. You'd visit him in the practice room during his lunch hour, the light scolding you gave him for skipping his meal to run through his new choreography devolving into him fucking your face savagely. Both you taking glances at the wall-length mirror that showed how debauched you both were, your faces only getting more heated and your moans more primal at the sight. When he came home, when he was eating dinner, when he was cuddling you during tv time, when he was on the phone with Chris, when he laid back on your bed after his pre-bed shower, anything and everything he did made your core twitch in anticipation. Your hands would grow restless and your mouth would begin to hang open just a bit without you really noticing. Once the feeling took you over you'd move to your knees and look up at him sweetly, your big eyes peering at him in a silent request of approval. And without fail, he'd bit his plush lower hip and put a hand on your head, his hips already beginning to squirm at the promise of what was to come.

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(This request was really something, when I tell you I was blushing! Thank you for the request, kind anon! Please come again if you'd like!)

[fatuismooches]

hello! it’s my birthday today and i was wondering how the harbingers would spend darling’s birthday

(i can just imagine they throw a birthday party and begrudgingly invite the other harbingers)

— 🍊 anon

HI HAPPY BIRTHDAY 🍊 ANON!! (Hopefully, I didn't miss it, or I'm not too late 😭) I hope your day was lovely and relaxing 💗

Dottore's segments are fighting over who's able to please you the most on your birthday. They usually commission a cake for you - it used to be a small, average-sized one, but you eventually asked for a bigger and tiered one because the segments all wanted more than a bite... however, you always get the first bite. Their constraint is remarkable for you. Dottore himself is not very concerned with birthdays and the like, however, since it is you, his darling, he does make an effort (like he has for the last four hundred years.) Your gift is very Dottore-like (imagine what you will...) but you wouldn't have it any other way.

Pantalone would love to make your birthday as lavish as possible, he'd do anything you'd like and I mean that, however if that's not your thing you'd have to convince him that you're perfectly doing something simple with him. Which takes quite a bit, he remembers how simple your birthdays used to be during childhood and he wants you to live life much better than in the old days. However he does admit that although the birthdays were simple they were special, so really he's fine with going along with you! (Though you are receiving a hoard of gifts anyway, also a fancy dinner date.)

The kids of the House of the Hearth always make sure to wish you a happy birthday no matter what. Especially the sibling trio of course, for many years you've spent your birthdays with them and Arlecchino. Despite her busy schedule, when she finally gets off from work, she would be content to do whatever you wanted. Want to go somewhere? Tell her and she will reserve a spot instantly, no one will say no to a Harbinger. Don't wanna do anything? That's okay too, she'll pamper you in bed if that's what you wish.

Scaramouche would roll his eyes and claim birthdays are a waste of time, especially when you've lived as long as he has, but he supposes it is another frivolous custom of mortals who need an excuse to celebrate themselves. However, that does not stop him from finding a gift and shoving it in your hands almost roughly and muttering something under his breath as he hides his slightly red face with his hat. Would take you to the highest point in Inazuma and watch the view with you.

And Pulcinella, he would love to throw a party for his sweet child! He lets you invite all of your friends! Which are... the Harbingers... (who may all have a tiny crush on you, who knows. You received all the attention you could ever ask for on your birthday...)

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

Idk if this has been done yet (it probably has) BUT

Somehow in some magical way (suspend that disbelief for a moment) Childe and Legacy split into two different bodies, temporarily or not.

And... I can just imagine how freeing it would feel for the both of them to have agency over their body 24/7.

It's also really really amusing how they'd slowly turn to look at their s/o when they realise that they're now 2v1 and they can smother them with love twice as much as usual :>

Ugh the brainrot doesn't end. Imagine laying on top of Legacy while Childe is curled up laying on your chest. Imagine having trouble sleeping without being sandwiched between the two. Imagine now having two hands to hold on either side of you. Imagine them playfully trying to keep you each to themselves. Imagine going out and doing everyday things with a bf and his mothman version. Imagine trying to fit into a single love seat because it's Legacy's love-seat-cuddle-time, only Childe doesn't want to be left out. Imagine either Childe or his s/o messing up with food portions because now there's not two there's three, and instead of being upset about it the three cook TOGETHER. Imagine how many first things there are to experience with both of them conscious at the same time, from the most mundane to the most obscure. Imagine having difficulty with going to work and doing chores because. they. just. won't. let. you. get. up.

Imagine :3

oh i am IMAGINING anon, this is so adorable :D

i love the imagery of Childe and Foul Legacy looking at each other in disbelief then slowly turning to look at you when you gasp. grins split across their faces, both human and monstrous, and they run over and embrace you in a hug, Childe's arms around your waist and Legacy's face buried into your hair. the Eleventh Harbinger lets out a boisterous laugh and his Abyssal half chitters in response, and you simply sigh and hug both of them at once as best you can

your life becomes infinitely more chaotic with two different versions of Ajax running around, wanting and giving you twice as much love than usual- if you're holding Childe's hand, Foul Legacy wants headpats. if you're brushing Legacy's fluff, Childe wants to kiss you- it's a never-ending cycle of giving them attention!! not that you mind, because they shower you with all their affection and adoration too, snuggling up to you for naps and cuddles whenever they can. Legacy hates that he can't go out with you and Childe, whining and clinging to you whenever you return home, since he was so lonely. you do your best to go on nighttime walks with him when no one is awake- although they usually turn into Legacy and Childe alternating who gets to cradle you in their arms as they go for a stroll, and you all make flower crowns of glaze lilies for each other, the blossoms glowing faintly in the dark

they both want to hug you at night as they fall asleep, your presence keeping the nightmares at bay, but your bed's not nearly large enough for both of them. so instead you all retire to Legacy's blanket nest, curled around each other in comfortable serenity. Legacy pulls your back up to his chest with a sleepy purr, and Childe burrows into your arms, his nose brushing against your skin. there's a mumble of "I love you" from the Harbinger, his deep blue eyes shutting with a soft exhale, and at the same time a tender rumble comes from Foul Legacy, his grip on you tightening carefully. the three of you drift into sleep, with you sandwiched between the person and the Abyss monster you love the most

[ultramarine-spirit]

OKAY HI I'VE BEEN SHAMELESSLY SEARCHING THROUGH YOUR ACCOUNT DIGGING FOR ANSWERS I COULDNT FIND ANYWHERE ELSE (Ik I'm late asf but I hope you still answer questions related to wmmap seriously I'm desperate lmao) So I've read the entire novel and there wasn't any mention of their marriage (Lucas and Athy) 😭 IK THERE IS A BRIEF MENTION ABOUT "SOME" MARRIAGE In BOTB but all the translations I've read haven't specified who she decided marry at the end when she turned 26 💀 how is everyone so sure it was Lucas and did they decide whose gonna rule the empire in the end? I think from Hari's pov, it was yet to get decided later on, and a prince consort was chosen again, I wanted to clarify if it was really Lucas and I don't think there was any mention of her having kids except for in that one parallel dimension.

I mean, WMMAP and BOTB explicitly take place in the same world (they aren't parallel universes, there are no "what-ifs" or anything similar), Athy even meets Cabel and Hari (indirectly). Indeed, the marriage mention is in BOTB, not WMMAP, but it's pretty obvious the groom is Lucas, even if he isn't mentioned by name. Athy also isn't mentioned by name, Hari just says it's the wedding of "Obelia's princess". Considering the novel ends with Athy kissing Lucas, and that they keep dating during the side-stories, it would be very strange that she didn't marry him. As you say, LP! Lucas even sees their future daughter (granted, that could be a different world, but even so, he says that Athy is always with Lucas in all the worlds he visited except one).

I guess it's technically possible that the groom isn't Lucas, but considering that Athy was dating him and that she explicitly rejected Ijekiel, it's incredibly unlikely. What would be the other alternative, Athy marrying a random guy?

Regarding how they decided to rule the empire, there's no direct answer to that question, but Claude said that Athy would be the next empress and she knew that the day would come when she had to rule Obelia. BOTB's novel says that the prince consort (actually, there's no mention of the term "prince consort" as far as I remember, but I'll use it since that would be the title used for Athy's husband/husband-to-be) married into the royal family, not the other way around (naturally, since Athy is the powerful one of the two from a political standpoint), and that's about it. It isn't that the prince consort was going to be decided "later on" after the wedding, that's not how it works, Lucas (or whoever the mysterious guy is, but he is totally Lucas) most likely got that title after the wedding. I think it's safe to assume they rule together but Athy is the one with the most power and doing the most work (I can't see Lucas being very interested in ruling lol). This is the most logical explanation of post-canon's events, but the reference to Athy's wedding/future is pretty brief. Take a look at @lithi's translation.

[teddybeartoji]

mickey omfg so many of our friends have deactivated im so sad 😭😭

I KNOWW IT'S SO FUCKING SADDD:((((((((((((((((((((((( WAHHH I HOPE THEY'RE ALL DOING GOOD I WANNA GIVE EACH AND EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THEM A BIG BIG HUG:((((((((((((((((( i miss them all sm i just found out that another one of them deactivated today too aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa come back to meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee:((((((((((((((((((((((((((

[swiftmitsu]

*sprints to you*

Hey pookie. Love your art. Keep being awesome.

*scuttles away*

you guys are gonna kill me with how sweet y’all are.

these asks always come in right when i need them i swear euueue 😭

thank you anon for making my day with your cuteness 🥺💫💛💛

[hayaku14]

hello why is kaishin more popular than shinkai or what i mean is why bottom shinichi is like the most widely believed one? lol not really in the fandom just vaguely familiar with the anime from childhood it's just my mutuals likes this ship. i'd thought shinichi being the top would be more popular given his personality.

anon sorry for the late answer!!

imma be real honest with you, anon, i've loved the kidco dynamic since i was conan-sized but i only realized kaishin should be making out around 2021 so i don't know if i'm the best person to answer this question LOL BUT, i'll give you an answer!

tbh, i think for fandom shipping in general, the main character more often than not is the chosen bottom and whoever else is the other party is topping them. in japanese media especially, the ship names are mostly born from putting the kanji of their names together wherein the order of which indicates the seme and uke. since this happens early on, we kinda get stuck with that as the popular ship name whether you prefer the other way later on.

perhaps kaishin is more popular but not entirely by a lot compared to other ships where it's completely skewed to one side. i see a lot of shinkai too. ofc there are people who prefer one way over the other exclusively and that's completely fine!

personally, i think confining them into seme and uke or top and bottom does a great disservice to the kaishin dynamic because to me we should be looking at their sub-dom dynamic more and why they're actually peak switch sub and dom!!!!

that's fucking right kaishin is actually peak switch and i will die on this fucking hill!!!!!!!!!!

when you say shinichi would be the "obvious top," i'd like to assume in your heart you actually meant "the obvious dom" (LOL) but i think that could also apply to kaito.

i think the appeal of kaishin is the push and pull between them. the give and take. they're always trying to one-up each other. sometimes one pushes and the other gives way, sometimes it's the other way around.

i will be honest, perhaps switch pairings might just be my preference but I have never encountered a pairing that felt this completely equal in the switch department more than kaishin. like for other ships i'd sometimes be like, "yeah they switch but A is 70% more dom than B." But for kaishin I'm like, "oKAY THEY'RE 50/50 THEY'RE EQUALS THEY'RE PERFECT HALVES RAAAAAHHHH"

now how does this answer your question? well, i have no proof and im going off of vibes and like i said im no veteran in this ship fandom but, i think a lot of people do enjoy the other way around as you think it would've been. it's just that...it's something that can just be filed under the kaishin tag too. because it's basically the same sometimes. the only different thing is who's topping and bottoming. like sometimes i'm scrolling through twitter and i'd see art that's giving shinkai but it's tagged as kaishin and vice versa lol.

also personally i prefer calling them kaishin because i love the letter k and i associate the name shinkai more with makoto shinkai so every time i see people refer to kaishin as shinkai, my mind just conjures up an image of kaito, shinichi, and makoto shinkai together and i know that's fucking hilariously weird but it sometimes happens!!!! LMAO so even if i'm thinking about shinkai stuff, i still prefer using the name kaishin lol.

(but having the kaishin/shinkai distinction is definitely still useful especially for people who want to filter through one way or the other so fuck yeah to the ship name shinkai you're here to stay!!!)

anyway in conclusion, top shinichi is popular too dw lol, or maybe i should say bottom kaito is popular too lol i see yalls

also sorry that this answer is not only late but also a whole essay that doesn't even straightforwardly answer your question lol my bad anon

[theangel-aziraphale]

HI SIR I THINK YOUR SECRETARY IS VERY COOL AND FUNNY AND NICE

And another one -

// HI!! THANK YOU!! I'm actually popping into the narrative to stop azi from complimenting me again. dhsgzgxvx, you're all very sweet to us both know that we love you so much!!

We do! As they said, but I've always known my ducklings are lovely since the beginning!

// Aziraphale, you are a sap!! I love you also, but shh, you can't know how not normal i am about you

What was that?

// Nothing!! <333333

[whereismyhat5678]

(hey, the requests are open??? if so, can we see Mr..stick giving burton some tiny-little tummy kisses/raspberries blows, pretty please?)

also wanted to say that your drawing style has changed a lot and you should be proud of what you have achieved! dude, you're a great dude and we love you. <)

(Should remind people I call Mr. Stick Samual so they won’t get confused 😅)

I GOT PUNCHED IN THE GUT WITH THAT LAST PART I SINCERELY THANK YOU-

No man, I really appreciate the words 💗💗 I think my art has improved a lot through the years (and even the months I’ve been on here!) so it really means a lot that people are noticing that as well. It really makes me want to cry bro, thank you so much TuT

[machveil]

Idk if I spammed liked or not but ur stuff so addictive im like a starving child 😭

please, do not be afraid to spam like my posts, I will reach through your screen and smooch your cheek😌✨

[mashbrainrot]

It would not let me send Him anonymously so. Behold, Him

oh my god look at Him. thank you kellan this was so important

[seijorhi]

Happy Easter to you and your family, mother 🐣💛🐰🎀

Hope you're doing well 💗

With love,

-🦜

hi bby!!!

sorry i've been a little absent and i'm definitely answering this late but!!! ily!!!! <33

[stormyoceans]

https://x.com/withmeowsea/status/1839527507898577366

SORRY FRIENDS I KNOW THAT IN THE PAST COUPLE OF DAYS Y'ALL HAVE BEEN SEEING ME YELLING ABOUT ANY NEW GLIMPSE OF THE ELLE PHOTOSHOOT WE GOT BUT IN MY DEFENSE. JUST LOOK AT THEM!!!!!!!!!!!

INVENTED LOOKS STYLE FASHION SWAG VIBES ENERGIES AND CUNT

also maybe it's just me but. they're giving popular prep girl (namtan), rebel loner (film), and shy jock (jimmy) competing with each other to win hot theater kid (sea) over but ultimately becoming all friends even as two couples form (jimmysea and namtanfilm of course) AND IM HERE FOR IT

MAYBE THE SCHOOL SETTING CAN HAVE SOME RIGHTS AFTER ALL

[the-rarest-sexiest-coinkydink]

Hey :) i was the anon who asked if you're taking requests. This is a bit specific, so if you don't feel like writing this, that's totally fine. It's fun ghoul (in case you write for him, otherwise frank) x fem!reader (if that's okay). Reader has a few bigger scars on her face (from fighting some dracs or just general assholes) and is feeling pretty insecure about it. One day some people are making fun of her for it and her friend and crush Fun/Frank overhears and gets angry for her sake. She later asks him why he defended her so much, and he confesses he likes her?

You can probably guess who i am now, but I'll stay on anon anyway 😅 as I said, if you don't feel comfortable writing this, i totally get it. But I thought asking isn't hurting anyone.

Have a great week!

The World is Ugly (Frank Iero x reader)

Summary: Frank's best friend has had some pretty rough shit thrown at her by the universe recently, so he's delighted to see her out and about again. But when something happens that infuriates him completely, he's left with no choice but to reveal a secret he's been keeping for years...

Word count: 3689

Warnings: discussion of traumatic injury and facial scarring, people being assholes and making asshole-y comments

(y/n) pronouns: she/her 

AN: I really, really hope that I did this justice for you, sweet anon. While I don't have facial scars, I understand very well what it's like to have something about your body change very suddenly, and the struggle to adapt to that. I understand the pain, and the distress, and the wishes for things to go back to normal. But I promise you, you are still the person you were before. You are loved, and you are wonderful, and you are important.

Things do get better. It can take time, and it's very rarely a smooth process, but better is possible.

I believe in you <3

The mirrors in her apartment were still covered. 

With some of them, it was easy to invent an excuse. Oh, the one propped up against the wall with a button up thrown over the top half? Yeah, that’s just some laundry that I haven’t found the time to put away, and at least when it’s there I can’t trip over it. The little mirror on the desk covered by a tote bag? Well, it kept reflecting the sun in my eyes while I was working so it was just easier to do that. But others, it was harder to explain away. The bathroom mirror, certainly, was a tricky one to come up with something logical for. 

Realistically, everyone that visited knew exactly why they were hidden, just as much as (y/n) did. But nobody would even think about mentioning it. It was too soon, and she clearly needed time to acclimatise. Big changes had happened, and obviously she was still very firmly in the middle of the adjustment period. It was understandable, really. 

A traumatising incident that left significant facial scarring would be horrendous for anyone to deal with. 

She knew that, in time, she would have to accept the changes that had happened. The doctors had said that even once things had healed up fully, there would most likely still be some permanent marks. They had suggested some different things to try, types of creams and oils that could help make the lines less noticeable. But they had also been very clear - it was highly unlikely that her face would ever be quite the same again. Those scars would always be there in some capacity. 

Right now, thinking about that was far too much to bear. Which is why for now, for the forseeable future, the mirrors would remain shrouded. 

It was far more challenging to keep away from other people. Over the first couple of weeks, (y/n) had relied on her family and friends to shop and bring food home to her, simply unable to face the thought of going outside where strangers would be able to see. But cooping herself up inside was driving her insane. She missed the warmth of sunlight on her skin, the sensation of light rain dampening her hair. She missed the sound of dogs playing in the local park when she walked to the bookshop, and the shitty music that filled every store. She missed the smell of the bakery a few streets away, and the smile she always got from the pretty girl at the flower shop next door. She missed human existence. 

And so, staring at the empty carton of milk in her hand and the sparse leftovers in the fridge, she decided that she was going to go back to it. It would be difficult, obviously, but if she stuck to her old routines, she was sure she could manage. 

It was either this, or spend the rest of her life as a hermit. And she knew which idea she preferred. 

Thankfully, it was cool enough outside that (y/n) definitely needed a hoodie - the wind was disturbing the branches of the tree in the little shared garden of the apartment block, and the weather forecast promised rain later. Neither of those things were of vital importance to her; what mattered more was the fact that she would have an easy way to hide her face if needed. 

Going outside for the first time felt a little like being freed from prison. Her incarceration had been self inflicted, but the relief at liberation was a feeling any prisoner would understand. The feeling of the breeze against the new contours of her face, still very sensitive a week after the stitches had been removed, was bizarre. It felt like a cool finger was mapping them out: the one that crossed the bridge of her nose, the large one spanning her cheek, the places where scar tissue met hairline and lip and eyelid. Had she looked at her reflection, she would likely have been pleasantly surprised; none of the scars were as thick as they felt, and they already appeared to be healing fairly smoothly. Scars often feel far worse than they look, and getting used to the idea of their presence is half the battle. But of course, she wasn’t ready for that just yet. Healing takes time, of course. And baby steps were better than no steps at all. 

Her first stop was the bakery; bravery deserved a reward, and just getting past the foyer of the apartment building had taken a huge amount of guts, let alone getting this far. The teenager behind the counter had beamed when she went in, already reaching for her regular shopping. 

“Hey, it’s been far too long! I almost thought you’d been stolen away by that place down the road. Still going for the same stuff?” 

The fact that they hadn’t even commented on her face, simply looking pleased to see her, almost made her tear up. “Yeah, the usual is good with me. Throw a couple of those doughnuts in as well though, please. It’s been... a rough couple of weeks.”

As they took her money and handed over the bag, their smile softened. “Those doughnuts are on the house today. We, uh... we heard what happened. And we’ve all missed seeing our favourite customer, so... it’s nice to have you back.” 

Just about managing to croak out a ‘thanks’ before saying goodbye, promising to be back in again soon, she left. The tears that threatened to fall were happy ones. To have someone treat her just like an ordinary person was all she had wanted. Things were off to a far better start than she’d imagined. 

The next place she wanted to go was the coffee shop - because making her own was just far too much effort, quite honestly, but the number of people in there made her pause for a moment. There’d only been one other customer in the bakery, and he’d spent the entire time engrossed in a YouTube video while eating his way through a bag of mini cheese pastries. The cafe, in comparison, was pretty much packed. 

A familiar grinning face appeared in her line of sight, and the sound of Frank’s voice snapped her out of her little reverie. 

“Hey, if it isn’t my favourite person in the whole wide world! Good seeing you, sweet cheeks. You doing okay?” 

She nodded, pulling a slight face and desperately trying to ignore the way that her heart rate had picked up at the sight of him. “Yeah, I’m... alright, I think. I was just...” 

Having known (y/n) since the two of them were eight years old, Frank understood every one of her little expressions. Every thought and concern in her mind was clear to him. He held out a hand, smiling softly when she tucked herself against his side. He stroked her waist the way he always had done when one of them was feeling down, both of them comforted by the gentle repetitive motions. No matter the situation, being in each other’s presence was often enough to settle their emotions and bring a little clarity to their thoughts. 

“How about I pay for the coffee this time? I’m pretty sure I owe you a few cups anyway, after the last few trips out, so why don’t I get you this one?” 

“That would be nice, yeah...” The hesitation in her voice was blatantly obvious, and he squeezed her just a little tighter. 

“Hey, it’s just you and me. Coffee. We’ll get it to go, and then go sit in the park and stare at all the cute dogs for a while. Sound good?” 

She didn’t even need to look at him to know he was doing those infamous puppy-dog eyes again; it was a look he’d developed decades ago, and it worked on pretty much everyone. No matter who he used them on or what he wanted, whenever he broke them out things were basically guaranteed to go his way. He dropped his bottom lip for added effect, and she felt her heart do a somersault. She was just as under his spell as everyone else was. Well, probably more so.

“Oh, go on then. Only because you’re paying.” 

Grinning, he grabbed her by the hand and led her inside, joining the end of the rather long queue as he filled her in on what had been going on with the band since they’d last seen each other. Frank had been one of the people to bring stuff round to her flat in the days after she’d come home from the hospital, but they hadn’t had a proper conversation during that time. She’d been so worried about what he’d think of the way she looked now that she hadn’t wanted him to see, hadn’t wanted to give him the chance to say something. But so far, he was treating her exactly like he had always done. If she had more time to think into that fact, it would probably upset her all over again: she was desperately hoping for the day that he turned around and told her that he needed more, that he loved her too much to just be her friend. For now, though, normal was enough. Normal was what she needed. 

In between Frank’s rambles on what the band’s latest project was shaping up to be and the bursts of noise from the coffee machine, soft whispers were starting to worm their way into her ears. At first, she desperately hoped she was imagining it, but no - people were definitely talking about her. 

A little boy was tugging on his dad’s sleeve. “Daddy, what’s wrong with that lady’s face?” 

On the next table over, a grandmother was shushing a set of twins. "It's rude to stare, no matter what people look like. Now keep your voices down."

But far worse than innocent childish curiosity were the reactions from the older customers in the shop. Grown adults were sneaking sideways glances at her before turning back to their friends, making almost silent comments and hiding sneers behind their fingers. Some were openly staring, mouths agape and eyes wide.

Feeling the new tension in her shoulders, Frank squeezed her hand, leaning in to murmur against the side of her head. "You doing okay?"

"I... people are saying things. I can tell."

"I know, sweet cheeks. Please don't pay attention to it - I know that's really hard, but we won't be in here much longer. Look, there's only one more person in front of us. Then we can go hang out with the puppies. And those puppies will give you all the love you deserve, okay?"

Managing a nod, (y/n) relaxed a little as they reached the counter, concentrating on the way her best friend's eyes sparkled when he smiled and thanked the barista. She often thought that she could look at him forever - that those eyes, that face, would look perfectly at home in a work of classical art. He was just flawless.

The technique of focusing on the tiniest details of his features worked. She kept her mind occupied with his miniscule freckles, ridiculously pretty eyelashes, the way his hair curled slightly around his ears. He filled her brain entirely, chasing all the negatives away.

Until they turned to leave.

Half way through the queue was a group of teenage boys - and they were staring at her in sheer disgust. Noticing this, Frank shifted so that he would be walking closest to them, doing the best he could to shield her from view. But of course, that couldn't stop them talking.

"Ew, gross."

"What's wrong with the Joker over there?"

"If I looked like that, I wouldn't ever let other people see me."

"Damn, I hope she stays away from kids. That shit's scary."

Very calmly, Frank stopped and handed (y/n) his coffee. "Would you hang onto this for a second, cupcake? I'm about to have my hands full." And as she took it from him, he grabbed the tallest of the group by the collar and dragged him down to look him in the eyes. "You dare speak about her that way one more time - you even THINK something like that about her - and I'll make your face look more fucked up than it already is. You all wanna talk about ugly, go take a look in a mirror. And if you don't like the idea of no longer having your balls attached to you, you'll apologise. Right this instant."

Recognising the man who was threatening them, all four boys blanched, huddling together and barely stuttering out something vaguely like an apology. Arms folded across his chest, Frank was ready to tear them to shreds, but (y/n)'s hand against his upper back made his temper settle marginally. He turned back, and the sight of her trembling very nearly made him launch at the boys again. But the rational part of his mind took over, making it very clear that the best thing to do was just get out of there. And so with one final glare at the offending morons, he led her out to the street.

"Do you wanna go to the park, or do you want me to take you home?"

Taking a deep, faltering breath, she sniffled. "Home. Please."

"Your wish is my command, sweet cheeks. Come on. Let's go."

The walk back to her place was short, but they spent it in silence. He desperately wanted to say something to her, but knew that now just wasn't the right time. Over the years, he'd learned that quiet was the best thing for her until she decided to speak. Pushing conversation too far only ever made the situation even worse.

(y/n) was mute until the two of them were comfortably situated in her living room, sat at opposite ends of the tiny sofa as they sipped at their coffees.

"Thank you for being there."

"Hey, I'm always gonna be there for you. Every time. You could be stuck at the top of Mount Everest and I'd still make it up there to kick some ass if you needed me to."

She snorted, setting her drink down. "You hate the cold."

"That wasn't my point, and you know it." He rolled his eyes, kicking at her feet. "Those kids were total assholes. Half of me wants to go back there and kick their asses all the way into the next century."

"I'm glad you didn't actually do anything, I don't want you getting arrested for me. I’m not worth that much effort.” 

“You absolutely are. To me, you always have been. And you always will be. You're the most important person to me in the whole world.” 

His expression shifted a little, and (y/n) could read him like a book. The prevailing thought in his mind was panic. Clearly, he hadn’t intended to say that in quite that way. And that just made her want to dig a little deeper. 

“Frank... what are you saying?” 

“I just- well, I care about you, obviously. You’re my best friend, of course you’re worth it.” 

“No, that’s not it. I can tell.” 

“I swear, it’s-” 

“Please. Just tell me. I... I need you to be honest with me, okay? I can't keep worrying about the way everyone sees me now. I can't keep worrying that you don't see me the same.” 

He seemed to flounder for a moment before coming to the realisation that this time, he wasn’t going to get away with some flimsy excuse. She was far too clever for that. It had to be everything, raw and unfiltered and straight from the soul. “I’m saying that I love you. More than I could ever possibly describe. You came into my life scrawling smiley faces and animals on my arms in permanent marker, and you wrote yourself into my heart at the same time. I’ve never had eyes for anyone else - it was always an act. Every time someone asked, I’d choose a person at random so nobody would find out it was you. I couldn’t face the thought of losing you if you found out how I really felt. Hell, half my tattoos are based on something I remember about you, something you drew or said or made me laugh about. You are just... everything. Perfection. The sweetest soul this hellhole of a society has ever seen. I'm pretty sure I've loved you forever. That I was born to love you.” 

She could feel the tears catching at the patches of new skin on her face, but couldn’t find it in herself to care about the bizarre sensation. This was what she’d been waiting to hear since she was thirteen. “How... how long has it been? Really, how long?” 

“Um... well, thinking about it... since we were, like, ten. Maybe even before that, but that's probably when I started to notice it.” 

“And you...” She trailed off for a second, trying to think of how best to phrase things. “Even now that I look like this?” 

Frank practically threw himself across the couch and hugged her as tightly as he possibly could, burying his face into her shoulder as he let all of his thoughts out. “You’ve always been beautiful to me. Always. Even when you let your mom cut your hair when you were nine and the bangs were all wonky. Even that time you tried to dye your hair without any help and it went that weird shade of green. Oh, and the time you accidentally shaved off a whole eyebrow so you had to get rid of both, and you could never draw them both the same. Every art class where you ended up with multicolour freckles, and never remembered to wash them off before coming to lunch. Those hideous fake glasses you wore for a year because you were convinced they looked cool. I’ve seen you in every state imaginable, and I’ve never stopped loving you. I've seen you delirious with the flu, unable to walk because you were so hung over, greasy and tangled after not showering for a week. There are so many brilliant, unique things about you. And even if they aren't always things you like, they're still special. These scars are just another special part of you that we can both get to know.” 

Scoffing a little, (y/n) extricated herself from his grip and shuffled back, arms folded over her chest. “They’re not special, they’re awful.” 

Understanding that she needed a little space, he settled for resting a hand on her arm. “Hey. You’re allowed to hate them, you know? It’s totally okay that you do. I just really need you to know that I don’t. I could never hate any part of you, and that includes them.” 

“But I’m not the same.” Her voice cracked a little, and she sniffled, determined not to break down. “I don’t... feel like I’m me any more.” 

“I get that. It’s a big change, and it’s one that’s gonna take time to get used to. But I promise, it doesn’t make a difference to the person that you are inside. And it doesn’t make a difference in the way I feel about you.” 

“How can you be so sure?” 

“Because a life without you is not one I’m interested in living. Every second I’m without you, it feels like my soul is waiting for the rest of it to come back. You are everything to me.” 

He sounded so confident in his words, the honesty practically seeping from his pores, and she knew him well enough to know that he was telling the truth. He really did mean every word he’d said. And that was enough to start the flow of tears again. She didn’t resist as he took her back into his arms, kissing softly across her hairline as she melted against him. 

“I’m sorry. I- that was a lot. If you don’t feel, you know, quite the same way I do, then that’s-” 

Frank found himself unable to speak mid-sentence; (y/n)’s lips were locked against his own, and all he could do was kiss her back. They were both a little breathless when they broke apart, and she jabbed a warning finger into his chest. 

“Don’t you dare apologise. I’ve thought about kissing you, probably since I was twelve. Every date I ever went on, I wished it was you. I spent so many nights laying there in the dark wishing I was brave enough to say something, so I wouldn’t have to watch you with other people any more. I don’t think it’d be possible for me to ever love someone else as much as I love you.” 

Those last three words left them both in silence for a moment, overwhelmed by the enormity of what they’d both just confessed. And then, (y/n) started to giggle. He eyed her curiously. 

“What’s so funny?” 

“Well,” she shrugged, looking a little sheepish. “I just... that’s not exactly how I imagined our first kiss to go, that’s all.” 

He snorted, stroking gently at the spot where the largest of her scars disappeared into her hair. “Yeah, I don’t think I pictured it like that either. It-it was good though, wasn’t it?” 

“Oh, yeah, I’m definitely not complaining.” 

“I mean, we could always... do it again? Just so, you know, we’re sure we’re doing it properly.” 

The little glint in his eyes made her heart flip, and she nuzzled against him. “Sounds good to me.” 

“Good. Because now it’s happened once, I plan on kissing you for the rest of your life. I’ve imagined doing it for so long, there’s no way I’m letting you slip through my fingers again. I hope you’re okay with that, sweet cheeks.” 

As his lips brushed against hers, feather light and tasting of sheer desperation, she just about managed to answer before he took her breath away completely. “I’m sure I can cope with that.”