#like we're morons. like we dont know

[natjennie]

does anyone out here have a dad that isnt an asshole all the fucking time. like is it even possible.

[evie-sturns]

signals - Chris Sturniolo

summary: after you accidentally reject your best friend chris, he gets upset with you because you gave him 'mixed signals'.

contains: angst, crying, bestfriend!chris, arguing, fluff

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chris lays on my chest as we both mindlessly scroll through our phones, no words have been said in the past 30 minutes, we've just been enjoying eachothers company.

suddenly chris speaks up,

"i can tell you anything- right?" he says quietly, putting his phone down beside him.

i let out a small laugh,

chris and i have been best friends since our childhood, we've grown up together, we know each other better than anyone else.

"of course you can." i say, sitting up against the headboard. i run my nails through chris's silky brown hair.

"i just.. i just feel like over the past like- couple years, we've gotten much closer." he starts,

"and i kind of hate to admit this, because we promised this wouldnt happen, but i really, really like you" chris blurts out, his pale cheeks flushed pink and his blue eyes staring directly into mine.

"what-?" i laugh nervously,

chris goes silent, fidgeting with his nails.

"what do you mean 'what'?" chris says, his voice small.

i inspect his facial expression for any signs that hes joking.

"you're kidding- right?" i say with a nervous smile on my face, my heart beating in my chest.

"obviously im not kidding- im trying to fucking confess to you!" chris grows frustrated, running a hand through his hair.

i grab his hand and intertwine our fingers, in an attempt to calm him down.

"i- only see you as a friend chris-" i say bluntly,

chris's face falls,

"what?"

i clutch his hand tighter, chris looks heartbroken.

"im sorry-" i start but he cuts me off,

"i dont understand, for the past 3 fucking years you've been doing shit like this-!" chris rambles, pointing down to our interlocked hands.

"you literally led me on to the point of me confessing to you, you keep 'kissing up on my face and shit and hugging me all the time-" chris continues to ramble on, he looks angry.

"im sorry- im just a touchy person." i interrupt him,

"just a touchy person? friends don't act like us," chris starts up again.

"you dont understand how confusing it is to have the girl i like- yo! touching up on me every. single. time. we see eachother? does it not say something that almost everyone we know thinks we're dating!?" chris raises his voice,

"dont put this on me." i state,

chris stands up, "you never fail to make me look like a moron."

i furrow my eyebrows, "chris, you're just upset right now." i speak softly,

"of course im upset- you've gave me mixed signals for the past couple years!" his voice raises,

"i havent," i state,

chris's eyes are glazed, he looks like hes on the verge of tears.

"chris c'mere." i mutter, patting the spot next to me on the bed, urging him to sit back down.

"what are you gonna do next? makeout with me when i sit down? then tell me that its a friendly thing to do!?" chris yells,

im taken aback by his yelling, chris never yells at me.

"you're a real bitch y'know that?" chris says, his hands balled up in fists at his sides.

"chris-" i try to interrupt his tangent,

"no!" he cuts me off, his voice shaky and his hair now dishelved.

i watch as a couple tears fall down his cheeks, which he quickly wipes away with the back of his hands.

"look i think you should maybe go home- and sleep on this for a bit." i sigh, rubbing the bridge of my nose.

chris had planned to sleep over here, like most nights, but thats now been cut short.

chris covers his eyes with a hand, throwing his head back before walking out of the bedroom, closing the door behind him.

what. the. fuck.

"what just happened." i groan to myself, flopping backwards on the matress,

i hear chris lock himself in the spare room,

i feel uterlly overwhelmed, trying to process what just happened.

i dont know why i rejected chris so harshly.

i've never really thought of him romantically, its never been something that crossed my mind. but chris is a sweet boy, he gets along with my family, he's kind to me, most of the time.

hes also attractive, its embarrassing to admit, but my social media is constantly filled with stupid edits of him.

it wouldn't hurt to give him a try? give us a try.

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(the next morning)

i dont remember when i fell asleep last night, but its currently 9:00am the next morning.

i groan as i peel open my eyes, the blinding sun shining through the curtain onto my face.

i sit up, standing up out of bed and walking into my bathroom,

i quickly brush my teeth, touch up my makeup, and fix my hair before walking out of my bedroom into the empty hallway.

my feet take me towards the spare bedroom, where chris is currently in.

i open the door, chris is laying across the bed, his phone in one hand.

"hey." i whisper softly,

chris glances up at me, his eyes puffy.

"im sorry about the things i said." chris mutters, looking up at me

i jump into bed beside him,

"ive just never really been rejected like that." chris says softly,

i nod,

chris looks like hes on the verge of tears again,

"you're allowed to cry, that was a pretty big night, wasn't it?" i speak to chris as though hes a child, which seems to calm him down somewhat.

chris nods, tears continuing to roll down his face.

"i just didn't sleep at all last night- and im so so embarrased." chris sobs, burying his face into my shoulder.

"shh- hey-" i whisper, stroking his back.

"you wanna hear something?" i ask,

chris nods,

"i thought about it last night, and i wasnt fair on you, ive never even thought about you romantically, but now that i know thats even an option ive realised that i think i do love you a lot chris." i start

chris tenses,

"maybe we could give it a try?" i ask,

chris looks at me and nods frantically, "y-yes! yeah!" he tries to play it off poorly.

i smile, "yeah?"

chris grins back, "yeah!"

i lean foward and pepper kisses all over his face, before placing a final kiss on his lips.

chris smiles against my lips,

god, this felt so right.

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a/n: just felt like it tonight!

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[stevie-petey]

blurb idea? stug isn't having sex yet obviously but maybe dustin walks into bug's room while they're lying really close on her bed reading together and he flips his shit like OH MY EYES and they're like ...boy we're literally just sitting here. and steve's over for dinner and dustin refuses to look at him and claudia's like ok what's up and you're like literally nothing he's so dumb

i love dramatic dustin with stug so YES !!

enjoy <3

"so jo just rejects laurie? like, flat out, brutally rejects his marriage proposal after years of being best friends and basically already in love?"

"i mean, there are some nuances youre missing, but yeah. basically."

"what kind of sick book is this?" steve shoves the book away from him in disdain. his nose is scrunched up, offended, and you refrain from kissing it all better.

you fix a piece of hair thats fallen in his face as he lays next to you on your bed. "jo and laurie are tragic, i'll admit." your words are rough from reading for hours. steve always insists that you read the books for him, he claims youre better at it, but you know its because he loves the sound of your voice. "but its what makes the book so wonderful, dont you think?"

steve rolls his eyes at you. "your obsession with tragic romances concerns me. what, are you going to reject my proposal next? make me beg on my hands and knees for you?"

"technically you already did beg on your hands and knees for me-"

"wait, you didnt say youd accept my proposal."

with a sly laugh you clear your throat and bring the book back up to your face, continuing to read. steve stares at you as you read the heartbreaking words aloud, his eyes travel the length of your neck and the slope of your nose. the scene youre reading breaks his heart more than hed care to admit. youve been reading little women to steve for a few weeks now. he really thought itd be jo and laurie in the end.

lost in the way you voice lilts between jos soft rejection and lauries broken pleads, neither you nor steve hear dustin calling for you until its too late.

the boy barges into your room and nearly shrieks his head off when he realizes steve is in bed with you. "my eyes!" he cowers to close the door, covering his face with his grubby little hands.

"dustin!" you shout at him, throwing a pillow at him to shut up him. hes being dramatic, you and steve werent even doing anything. your boyfriend is lying next to you while you read him a long and horrendous breakup scene from a classic book. if anything, the two of you should be doing literally anything else.

steve rolls off your bed and lands on his feet in one fluid motion before running over to your brother. grabbing dustins shoulders, he shakes him to try and stop the screaming. "hey! alright, can you quit it?"

"no! you were-you-my eyes!" dustin scrubs at his face with utter turmoil. he hadnt even known that steve was in his house. normally the asshole makes his presence known, stops by dustins room to say hi. its why he barged in in the first place.

had dustin known hed walk into steve in your bed, he wouldve brought a goddamn flame thrower with him instead.

"we were reading, you moron!" youre next to steve now, desperately trying to quiet your brother before your mom asks whats going on. hes already bad enough, but if your mother finds out steve had been in your bed as well, thered be permanent hearing loss.

"read at your desk! thats what those damn things are built for!"

steve shoves his hand through his hair, agitated. "oh, and who are you? the desk police?"

"'desk police'?" you stare at the teen, disappointed. "thats the best you could come up with?"

"im under a lot of pressure right now. cut me some slack."

"i want you dead."

both you and steve turn to dustin, shocked and disturbed by his words.

"okay, thank you for sharing your feelings, dustin." awkwardly you pat his shoulder. at least hes being honest and open with you. "not necessarily what i wanted to hear, but im proud of you for sharing-"

"he wants me dead and youre commending him?"

"not now," jamming an elbow into steves side, you shut him up and focus on your brother again. "now, is there a reason you barged in or can we go back to reading?"

dustins grimace on his face seems permanent now. his nose is slightly upturned, his eyes distrusting. narrowing them at you, he takes slow, calculated steps back out of your room. "dinner is ready," he says tersely before leaving entirely.

"well, this will be fun." steve sighs, and you nod grimly.

dinner is not fun.

dustin doesnt look steve in the eye the entire time. he sits as far away as possible from the teen. when asked to pass the bread, dustin pointedly ignores steves request and throws a roll to you. the bread nearly knocks your mothers water over and shes finally had enough.

"goodness, dusty! what has gotten into you tonight?" she exclaims, settling the glass that threatens to spill.

mouth full of mashed potatoes, his eyes light up evilly. before he can even think about opening his obnoxious mouth, you kick him underneath the table. your foot connects with his shin and dustin wheezes mashed potatoes all over his meal.

"dusty!" your mother gasps, alarmed. she looks at you in concern while steve snorts into his glass of water. "what is going on with you three?"

"nothing, mom." grabbing the bread that was thrown at you, you pick it apart with your fingers and make a delighted sound. "dinner is lovely tonight, by the way."

"i love what youve done with the mashed potatoes, mrs. henderson." steve is quick to add, jumping in. he makes a whole show of scooping up the mashed food and shoving it into his mouth, moaning in pleasure. "is there garlic in this?"

your mother, always easily distracted, claps her hands with joy. "why, yes! i wanted to try something different. do you really like it?"

"i adore it."

later that night you find yurtle the turtles mealworms underneath your pillow.

[likablemuffin]

*Le gasp* APRILLL!!!

(From: Random ROTTMNT chatfic)

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usernames: 

Mikey: Glowyboi

Leo: Neon-Leon

Raph: PIZZAPIGEON

Donnie: Bootyyyshaker9000 (of course)

April: Kiwibirb

Also any spelling mistakes is intentional!

                                                                    Kiwibirb has entered the chat

Kiwibirb: I forgot this chat existed

                                                                   Glowyboi has entered the chat

Glowyboi: April!!! hiiii!!! :DD

Neon-Leon: hi

                                                                    Bootyyyshaker9000 has entered the chat

Bootyyyshaker9000: What the hell Leo.

Neon-Leon: wut

Bootyyyshaker9000: Do you just lurk on this chat waiting for one of us to come on, why did it say you didn't enter the chat.

Neon-Leon: i am snurt

Bootyyyshaker9000: Wow. You're snurt good job.

Neon-Leon: >:(

Kiwibirb: wheres Raph?

Glowyboi: o im pretty sure raphie is doing someting

Kiwibirb: ah I see

                                                                       PIZZAPIGEON has entered the chat

PIZZAPIGEON: Hi April! Sorry I was sewing Leo's mask back together

Kiwibirb: oh no what did he do to rip it? (her older sibling senses are tingling >:0)

PIZZAPIGEON: Dw he's fine it just got ripped while we were fight hypno

Neon-Leon: no in nt fin! i hav a cut on mu fsce now! >:(

Bootyyyshaker9000: Yeah but you're not dead.

Neon-Leon: tht dorsmt men it doent huet!

Kiwibirb: wait what happened???

Glowyboi: basically hypno throw one of his wierd saw thingys at leo and it cut him rigt in between his eyes

Bootyyyshaker9000: Which also, of course, caused his mask to be cut.

Kiwibirb: OH MY GOSH ARE YOU OKAY???

Neon-Leon: yee im fin i omly git a but of blod in mt eyes

Kiwibirb: WHAT

Bootyyyshaker9000: Don't worry April. He was brought back to the lair hurriedly and patched up.

Neon-Leon: ya!! dee evn cryd a biy 4 me!!

Bootyyyshaker9000: Shut up.

Glowyboi: yea it was pretty cute <3

Bootyyyshaker9000: Ugh. Shut up morons.

PIZZAPIGEON: Donnie.

Bootyyyshaker9000: I know...I know...DonT bE MeAn.

PIZZAPIGEON: Donnie stop it.

Bootyyyshaker9000: Sigh...alright Raphael I am sorry.

PIZZAPIGEON: Thank you donnie.

Kiwibirb: awww dee cares!

Neon-Leon: alays dos

Bootyyyshaker9000: Shut up PLEASE.

Glowyboi: aw theres nothing wrong with careing about ur family don!

Bootyyyshaker9000: I know Angelo its just....embarrassing.

Kiwibirb: whys that?

Bootyyyshaker9000: I don't know...I just feel embarrassed. I'm supposed to be the emotionless one right? 

PIZZAPIGEON: Who said that?

Bootyyyshaker9000:.....that's a good point actually. 

Neon-Leon: c???

Bootyyyshaker9000: I suppose you are all right...I just don't really like showing my feelings. Most likely because of my autism.

Kiwibirb: Ah that makes sense. Well you dont have to show your emotions if you dont want to although if you ever do we're all here to help :)

Glowyboi: yea!! we will always be there 4 u dee!!

Bootyyyshaker9000: Thank you Angelo.

PIZZAPIGEON: Yeah dw Donnie. We will always be here if you ever want to talk.

Neon-Leon: evn ur favrit twin!!

Bootyyyshaker9000: NO.

Neon-Leon: im comin 2 ur rom dee!!!

Bootyyyshaker9000: NO. DON'T YOU FUCKING DARE.

PIZZAPIGEON: Language >:(

Neon-Leon: helo dee >:)

Bootyyyshaker9000: SHIT YOU USED ONE OF YOUR PORTALS.

Neon-Leon: com ere!!! lemme giv u a huuuuggggg!!

Bootyyyshaker9000: AHHH GET OFF OF ME-

Neon-Leon: hehe no

Bootyyyshaker9000: AHHHHHHHHHHH

Kiwibirb: Donnie needs this :)

Glowyboi: fr fr :)

PIZZAPIGEON: Dee needs some affection once and a while :)

Bootyshaker9000: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH-

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[tccconfessions2hear]

I am sick and tired of retarded antis saying "E-errmm..! Uhm! *Gulp* I'm so tired of listening to K-KMFdM's 'me and my gun' a-and having these...these...TCC freaks!!! Th-think it's okay t-to l-l-l-listen to it...!!! Igs literally maling fun of them!! They're so stupid!😡😡🤓" WE KNOW RETARD WE KNOW ITS MAKING FUNNOF US WE DONT CARE. WE CAN LISTEN TO WHATEVER WE WANT OMG😭😭😭 sorry it pisses me off so fucking bad they think we're all just three year olds who glorify Eric and Dylan and make fun of all the victims when a majority of us don't do that at all. And then they be like, "I hope your school gets shot up so you know how it feels" HOW DOES WISHING THIS ON ANYONE MAKE YOU A GOOD PERSON? Some antis I get cuz WHATEVER but most are just morons and I hate them. Especially the ones on TikTok with their fried ass dyed hair and obscenely long eyeliner. "Uwu kmfdm isn't for you they hate you guys!!! J-j-jump!! Keys!" Like bro if you don't want us to interact stop POSTING ABOUT US. Literally leave us alone no one did shit to you in the first place.

Anyway, yea, sorry this post was suber long.

CONFESSION 425

[mgopinoon]

To the anon that bitches we don't talk about Austin's career and we don't defend him like other fandoms do with their faves. Honey, you're 21, you still think like a highschooler. “stans would flock together and shut down that troll down and defend their fav while spilling the truth” Austin speaks for himself, he doesn't need fans to do it for him. Like you say, he's a grown ass 33 year old man focused on his career and building his connections. Connections which his fandom have absolutely no control over whatsoever.

Our job as a fandom is to watch his projects, repost the promotions, and fangirl. When we gather on a social media platform that hardly anyone besides other fans use, we discuss our faves in depth. From their work, to what we think they are like in bed. Why? Because it's fun and we're all friends.

See we don't get on here to message a bunch of people we dont know who talk crap about our fave and argue with them about being right and wrong. We block those people and curate our little slice of the Internet to have like minded people who like what we like and feel how we feel. We don't stress over a bunch of trolls that can't get over his relationship with Vanessa. Or other members from other fandoms being dicks because Austin beat their fave for a part or an award. Or idiots that want to say he's a cheater or he's with Zoe. Because unless they post proof it doesn't make it off their twitters or blogs or whatever. Not giving it attention and not arguing with them allows it to get buried in the Internet and only their followers and morons like you find it. Because you search for it.

“Austin stans ignore and turn the other other cheek, before you know it more lies, it's start to go viral and then Austin is being called a joke yet no one is saying anything” show me one case of any rumor going viral and I don't mean it got some replies or it got some likes and views. i mean made it to people magazine, TMZ, extra, all the major gossip sites that people actually pay attention to. Not some YouTube video with an AI voice reading facts that don't even make sense. Show me any case where Austin has had to address, deny, and dispel a rumor other than the engagement to Kaia? Go head, I'll wait.

Other fandoms build brands for their faves… no they don't. Actors, artists, and other celebrities build a brand for themselves and we the fans support it. We buy it, we consume it, we help push it by posting about it. We don't make the deals for them. We don't harass brands and other people with our faves because we've seen it go bad and cost them deals and brands. We didn't get Austin ysl, he got that, we just bought and hyped it. Fans can demand all they want, can make fan edits all they want, but they don't make the deal they don't write the contract. The brand seeks out the celebrity they want to tie they brand to. And if they have stank ass fandom they tend to not want that attached to their brand.

We've seen what being the up in arms fandom does to a fandom. Directioners, Swifties, destiel, kpop. It drives people away, it makes the fandom unwelcoming and gives the fandoms a bad reputation in media and makes the star look bad. Makes them look like they attract unhinged, rabid, vial people to their fandoms that will attack at a moments notice because somewhere dare to like another actor and not their fave. People literally can't say they don't like Taylor swift without the immediate “im sorry Swifties don't come for me!” Following it. Why? Because Swifties do exactly what you want us to do. Do you really want Austin's fandom to have that reputation. To have people not mention his name because they might be attacked?

We've outgrown the highschool mean girl cliques. We're grown, some of us are married and have familie, some are building careers of their own. We got better things to do then start fandom wars. If we wanna come to this blog and say we think Austin is an ass man cause of all the times he would grab Vanessa's ass, then we will. If you don't like it, start your own blog and call it Austin's army and find others who are willing to grab the pitchforks and torches. Just know, not a single grown ass fan of Austin that's in their right mind will join it because it's pointless and childish. We speak by going to see his movies, by engaging with the news of his castings and upcoming projects, by showing we are watching and waiting for what's to come.

And here, in our little fandom bubble, we discuss all sides of Austin. Career, relationship, friendships, and yes even his ex's. If you don't like it, stop checking this blog like it's the morning newspaper. Learn as we did to curate your online experience. No one but you chooses to see this blog, chooses to read the hate, chooses to interact with it so you keep seeing it. Block, block, block till you don't see it. Give it no air, fire can't catch. Huff and Puff at it, you're gonna start a blaze.

you said it all <3

[themoonlitsojourner]

Turn over the engine, click the seatbelts. Check over our shoulders. Back the pickup out the lot.

Your feet on the dash, well-loved sweatshirt holding down my shoulders. Your hands have traveled it a million times. Fingers tucked in every fold, slipped over every stitch.

Forests and road, road, road. The radio down low. Engine reving, then slowing. You hope the road will end early. I cling to the false miracle of endless pavement.

Your hair under my fingertips, your hand on my arm, pushing me away, laughing, look at the road, moron.

Parking the truck. A tree laden with ice standing sentry. Quick, quick, its cold, you bite my lip. My breath blooms in fog. The clouds are pale and dense, knit tight across the sky. No one to take responsibility for the fierce white light. The metal ridges imprint my skull. Your hands slide arctic and soft along my spine. When I turn us over, I cradle your head. Sparse. Bone laced with muscle. I run my mouth over both, craning my neck under hood and waistbands.

I feel you. Pause, rapid, hushed breath, my face against your stomach as you inhale. Eyes drifting closed.

Hands on the wheel itching to fix your hair. You don't even bother. Limbs stripped to the skeleton stretch toward the road, beggars. You're thinking about someone we don't talk about.

Asleep when we pull into the station. I grab a donut that has your name on it. In the truck, you take it from my hand with your teeth. Your eyes have fallen dull. The tang of metal spreads under my tongue to my gums.

Night falls early in our Narnia, you hate that we're back here. The place we left, never could quite escape. I've never been in Missouri before. I wouldn't know if you had. The roads weave and dip and dive and your forehead is against the hold-your-breath window.

"We could catch a coaster while we're here. I've heard they have a great amusement park."

Your hair over your shoulders as you shake your head. "What's the point?"

The point, the point, what's the point, where's the point, can you find it? Will you find it?

I turn the truck off the highway. The road is slim and lightly paved. The hill is smooth and steep and repeating, a song on loop. I roll every window down.

"Uh, Dick? What are you-?"

The pedal to the ground. The wind in my hair in your hair your shout in the wind surprise and electric shock and i whip the wheel to stay on the road and i look at you and your eyes are wild flashes of blue in the black and id kiss you if it wouldnt make us crash and youre saying im crazy but youre laughing again and i dont know who i am and have you met me? Do you know? Could you tell me? The hill repeats, one two three, do it again. Dive from the rail. Live. Die. Theyre one and the same aren't they?

All four wheels back on the ground. "That was stupid," shoving your hair from your face. The kind of grin that fills me head to toe. I do kiss you, now.

The seconds stretch on. You touch my neck my face and i could melt. Higher than the drop off that cliff, my stomach in my throat, riskier than the road, than my antics, why did i do that, i needed to see you smile.

I needed you.

We sleep in the truck, crammed on the bench seat, your heartbeat is mine. White plumes, twinned, exhaled, above winter-whitened skin, comes in two shades. Blanket over skins. Puffer coats over blanket. Your head on my shoulder. Breath rebounding, collecting for just a second in the space between my collarbone and neck. Talking nonsense, both of us, just to hear the reply. We could be idiots, we could be kids, just a couple of fools with nothing else to do crossing the States in a rusty pickup no heat charging gas and gas station pizza on a credit card. I pray for that story every night. Sometimes I think we're living it. In moments, like these.

In the morning, every inch is cased and sheathed over in glittering ice. Brush our teeth, spit into the snow, hey where'd you get that snowball?? That's it. Snow down your shirt. No, no, you asked for it!

The radio up a little louder. Your feet on the dash. I want to take you to Vegas. I want to take you home, take you away and make a home. Yeah, I'm crazy, of course I am, would you have me anyway? I think maybe I don't regret it. I think maybe this was supposed to happen. Don't cuss me out for thinking that, I just think maybe.

I think maybe

we might be meant to be.

I lost my mind

its true

so did you

but then i found my way

to you

didn't i?

This is

worth it

isnt it?

We can have this

Driving and parking and tumbling in the snow and the truck bed and singing too loud and too hard when only one of us can hit the notes and more. We could have more. Do you want more?

its not impossible

just say yes

tara its so close i could taste it

we can do more than

make the best

of it.

take the hand weve been dealt

and deal ourselves a new one.

are you still alive? my heart is beating

out of my chest sometimes i catch

you looking

at me

whats going on? what do you

say?

Wanna run away with me?

I am alive

when i feel you breathing

next to me

I survive on the breath

you are finished with

please say

you wont

let go

say youll

Stay.

i think we could

be happy.

I know we could be happy.

the blood gushed from a torn carotid. i couldnt breathe. in your eyes, the light blinked out once again

[centipedve]

we were placed in advanced math classes very early like the moment we got tested in 2nd grade they put us in advanced math classes. hell and agony. we did not know what was going on. and people acted like it was absurd that we did not know what was going on. we were like freaking out in class every day begging to be put in the easier classes because they were speaking fucked up magic words at us

even then all of our math teachers early on were sooo shittyyyy we were very obviously neurodivergent uhhh all the teachers knew we were supposed to be a special needs student but got put in the advanced classes instead and had that whole thing pushed to the side cuz we did well on a single multiple choice test. most of them were willing to work around it still and be like. wdk gentle with us about it. NOT the damn math teachers. in fourth grade our math teacher sat us down and made us watch all the other kids play during recess to tell us that if we continued to struggle with things we couldnt control or manage because of our intentionally undiagnosed autihd then we were going to be a failure and we were going down the road of being a true and honest moron that would be unsuccessful and unhappy. because we made one mistake. and we've had multiple math teachers threaten us for not being good enough with whatever their metric of good enough was.

and its like we look back at all of this and how our math classes were just a vessel for being pushed as much as possible so teachers could see if we were some sort of magic nerd autist and letting them down + a way for teachers to belittle us and make us feel worthless for being imperfect and struggling and we wonder. hmmm maybe this motivates why we can do the whole struggle -> overcome -> learn from experience -> feel more confident thing with every subject except math where we just get progressively worse and worse because every time we struggle it feels like the end of the world and so we feel less secure every time even though we're GOOD at math. we have the same reaction to a difficult math assignment as we do to medically significant triggers we got from ptsd like brub. it puts us into long term depressive episodes, we get stress sores and nosebleeds and muscle spasms, everything feels so bleak and horrible and whenever we make even the slightest mistake we have to fight off a huge public freakout. and everyone tells us its normal because most students cant stand math but we really dont feel like it is we feel like its different because we've hated other subjects and classes before but we've never been like this for them. and it just keeps on getting worse and worse because every time we struggle our confidence goes down and so it just eats us alive.

it feels melodramatic because it's such a mundane and stupid thing to be so pressed about but we're glad this is probably the last semester we'll ever have to actually take a math-focused class because the way our ability to cope with it rapidly descending has already reached the point of dangerous coping mechanisms like a year ago we probably would not be able to function at like a basic level if we just had one more semester.

whenever we get brief breaks from math we're able to enjoy school so we hope college doesnt feel like torture and hell once its all over

[livelaughwhump]

Masterlist

Yes! I love this idea! Sorry I couldn't answer the ask directly. After I saved it to my drafts, it wouldn't let me edit it again. @rosekins621

Content: mentioned past trauma, mentioned past captivity, regression, self-deprecation, self-hatred, former pet whumpee

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Elliot stared blankly out the window as the world rushed by in a blur. The storage truck behind the van lurched over a pothole and Elliot cringed at the sound. He wondered if any of the team's belongings would be broken by the time they arrived. Fortunately, Elliot didn't own much, so it didn't really matter to him

"Are you excited, El?" Broderick asked from the driver's seat.

Elliot shrugged. Truthfully, he wasn't. He didn't like moving. He'd moved too many times as a kid and the process only served to make him anxious. Moving from foster home to foster home, then back to the children's home. That's what this felt like.

Lyra gently rubbed his shoulder. "It's not your fault we're moving, if that's what you're thinking."

It wasn't, but now that was all he could think about. "Aren't-Aren't we moving because of M-Master?" He asked timidly.

Yvonne shook her head. "No, of course not." Karine cleared her throat and nudged Yvonne, who chuckled awkwardly and said, "I mean...that's part of it, yeah." Elliot sighed and turned back to face the window. "It's just that Christian knows where the old safe house is. Our best chance at evading him is moving far away. Don't worry, though. The new safehouse is gonna be almost exactly like our old one."

Elliot glanced over at her again. "Almost?"

Yvonne pressed her lips into a tight line and flushed. Karine pinched the bridge of her nose. They were clearly hiding something, but Elliot didn't care enough to push the subject.

Lyra, of course, knew the real reason behind his reaction to moving. She gave his hand a reassuring squeeze. "Don't worry, sunshine. The only thing that's changing is our house. We're all still here and we always will be." Elliot nodded, but it was the only reaction he could muster.

The truck came to a sudden stop and Elliot felt his heart sink. This was exactly how it felt whenever he was forced to meet a new family that would inevitably give him up in a few weeks.

Lyra held his hand as the team spilled out of the van and continued to do so as they entered the house. Elliot refused to look at the house as they entered, but he could hear the echo of their footsteps bouncing off the empty walls.

"Elliot? Do you want to pick out your room first?" Karine asked.

Elliot briefly looked up at the hallway of open doors before them. He shook his head.

Landon shrugged. "Guess I'll choose first then."

Karine elbowed him in the ribs and whispered, "You know where you're going, moron."

Landon groaned. "Can't we re-vote? Why do I have to be in the basement?"

Elliot gasped upon hearing that final word and tears instantly sprung to his eyes. "B-Basement?"

Karine smacked Landon upside the head, which made Elliot flinch.

Lyra knelt in front of him and gently held his hands. "Sunshine, it's okay. It's nothing like Christian's basement. It's like a little hang out spot with a bedroom attached. It's fully furnished with a TV and a mini bar."

"But since three of us don't really drink, we'll probably use it as an extra kitchen," Yvonne added

"Speak for yourself," Landon said. "If I'm living in the basement, I'm doing whatever I want with that area."

Karine flicked him. "You need to stop talking," she scolded.

Elliot started crying. "I-I don't w-wanna go b-back in the basement. P-Please, don't l-lock me up. I can be g-good."

"Oh, sunshine. You are good. You're the best, in fact. We're not locking you up, I promise," Lyra assured him. "Why dont we show you so you can see for yourself?"

Elliot's eyes went round.

It's a trick. They're gonna take you down to the basement and put you in chains and leave you there for the rest of your miserable life. You'll never see the sun again after today

Lyra held his hand and gently led him to a door along the opposite wall from the bedrooms. "Look, it's right here. I'm just gonna open the door and show you, okay? I just want you to look. You don't even have to go down." Elliot's breath hitched as they started to turn the doorknob.

They're gonna push you down the stairs and lock the door behind you

Lyra opened the door to reveal a carpeted staircase leading down into darkness.

Look at it, mutt. Look at the darkness. That's where you're going. Down into the endless dark and cold, and you're never coming back up

Elliot started sobbing and instantly dropped to the ground, groveling at Lyra's feet. "No, please! Please, Master, I'll do anything! Please, don't l-leave me in the d-dark. I p-promise I can be a g-good pet. I-I'll sleep on-on the floor or-or even outside if-if I have to. P-Please, a-anything but th-that." Tears began to pool on the floor and his pathetic sobs echoed in the empty house.

"Elliot," Lyra gently said. Elliot Pet flinched and wrapped its arms protectively around its head. "Sunshine, it's okay, really. No one is going to hurt you and you never have to set foot down there if you don't want to, I promise. You're safe."

Pet was quivering uncontrollably. "I'm s-sorry, Master."

Lyra's heart shattered. Karine leaned over to Landon and whispered, "Go get Elliot's things from the truck and start setting up his room."

"What?" Landon whisper-shouted. "Why me?"

"Because this is your fault. I told you not to mention the basement and now he's in his pet headspace again," Karine pointed out. "He doesn't have much. It's just his mattress, his comforter, his bedside table, and his lamp. He needs something comforting and familiar, so go do it or I'll lock the door to the basement and you'll end up sleeping on the couch from now on."

Landon ground his jaw until he looked at the pitiful state that Elliot was in; the way his shoulders shook, the humiliating position he'd willingly put himself in, the tears pooling beneath his head. Landon sighed. "Fine."

As Landon left, Karine quickly ushered Broderick and Yvonne out as well until it was just Lyra and Elliot in the hallway.

"Sunshine? Can you look at me please?" Lyra asked. Pet did as it was told. It lifted its tear-streaked face from the floor and locked eyes with Lyra. Lyra smiled at it. "There's my boy," they said. "Can you tell me your name?"

Pet answered without thinking. "S-Slaves don't h-have names."

Lyra slowly shook their head. "Even if that were true, you're not a slave. Not anymore. I know you know it. What's your name?"

Pet had to think for several long seconds before it figured out the answer Lyra was looking for. Everyone on the team had their own nicknames for him, but there was one thing that they all called him. "E-E-Elliot."

Lyra's smile grew. "Good job," they softly praised. "Now, where are we?"

Pet Elliot glanced around the empty space they were in. "Our-Our new s-safehouse?"

"Exactly, and who am I?"

"L-Lyra."

She nodded. "And have I, Lyra, ever hurt you?" Elliot shook his head. "Would I ever hurt you?" He shook his head again. "So, what do you have to be afraid of?"

Elliot glanced to his right at the—now-closed—basement door, then back to her. "N-Nothing."

Lyra's smile grew again. "Exactly. I won't ever let anything happen to you, Elliot. As long as I'm here, you have nothing to be afraid of." Elliot nodded in understanding. "Can you tell me your name one more time?"

"E-Elliot."

"Very good. And do you feel more like Elliot or more like Pet right now?"

"I-I feel like E-Elliot."

Lyra gently kissed his forehead, a proud smile on her face. "I'm so proud of you, Elliot. How are you feeling now?"

Elliot thought about it, still glancing at the basement door. "I-I feel o-okay. Do-Do you p-promise I-I won't have to go down there?"

"I promise," Lyra said. "Don't think of it as a basement, okay? Just think of it as Landon's room with a downward staircase. Can you do that?" Elliot nodded. "Great. Are you ready to help unload the truck?"

Elliot's gaze wavered. "Can-Can you h-hold me for-for a little while f-first?"

Lyra smiled and opened her arms. "Always." Elliot crawled into her embrace and relaxed. She rocked him back and forth, carding her fingers through his hair.

Elliot couldn't help the smile that began to crawl across his face as he let Lyra hold him. He was still frightened of the basement, but he truly believed that Lyra would never let anything bad happen to him. If she promised him that he wouldn't have to go to the basement, then he believed her.

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I hope you enjoyed this! This was a lot of fun to write. Unfortunately, this is going to be a non-canon drabble, as the team is not moving (for a very specific reason that I will be happy to explain at some point) but I do consider the end scene of Lyra comforting Elliot to be canon because I like to believe that Elliot slips into his "Pet" headspace every once in a while and Lyra is always there to help him out of it.

If anyone else has any drabble requests, suggestions, or questions for me or my characters, please feel free to send them to me!

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[icarusredwings]

Pomegranates.

Pomegranates are used in media (steming from the story of Persephone and Hades) as metaphors to symbolize an undying devotion or love for another human being. The art of opening a delicate pomegranate, actively deciding to carefully preserve each moment and savor each shiny aril, is a test of how long the relationship will last. The point is for your partner to not mind the mess and go through the time-consuming and tedious task of peeling the complex fruit without busting the seeds. Something similar can be said about mangos and their tough and but fleshy pits.

"Soo... Marc.." Peter starts, sitting on the couch of the small apartment.

"Yeeess?" Layla asks, lounging around in one of her husband's shirts and harem pants. (Ha)

"Uh-huh... just uhm.. quick question..." He puts his hands together "Why?"

"Mmh... forgive me when I say this but.. you'll understand when you're older." She says, turning to watch the man in the kitchen.

"We're the same age." Peter says almost defensivly and confused.

"Okay. So you're a big boy. Let's just say.. Marc eats pussy about as good as he can peel garlic."

"Eh?? Thats a weird-"

She pushes his head over with a single finger to see Marc gracefully applying just enough pressure to gently remove the skin without bruising the garlic, being precise and effective. Not too rough, but nowhere near gentle. He knew exactly what he was doing, as if he had years of experiance.

"..... Oh...OH-"

"Mmmhmm~"

"Thats..." He starts, "... That's not.. it.. is it??"

"Pfft no. Gosh, you're so cute. Obviously, it's not." She snorts, sighing. "I don't know. I can't tell you exactly why. Honestly, I felt like a moron when I realized it myself. I mean, come on. Who in their right mind loves a guy like that? Insensitive, selfish, secretive.. But.. He's amazing.. when he's home..." She trails off, a sense of fondness in her voice and distance in her eyes.

"... I think I know what you mean.. You really can't pin the guy down, can you?" Before he can correct himself, Layla laughs.

"Oh, I try. Trust me. I try." Peter is red by now, biting back the small brag that he could infact pin him down, in that sort of way at least.

"No, but really. I don't think anyone truly knows why they fall in love. If you ask me? The bastard tripped me down a well, and I've given up on trying to claw my way out." She giggles.

Peter tilts his head, not sure why most married people speak like this. I mean, sure, he's heard ben talk about how much of a pain it was to be married to 'someone like your aunt', but he never really... got it... not fully.

Peter tilts his head the same way Steven did. With puppy eyes and that special cock of an eyebrow. "So... you want to leave?"

"What!?" Layla's head snaps towards him, "Heavens no!! It kills me to be away from him for too long, even if I know he's fine. I meant.. hm.. I guess that was a crappy metaphor, huh? It's like..." She tried to think, but everything she thought of sounded just as terrible.

"Okay- here. I can't tell you why, but I can tell you the exact moment it happened. It's stupid, really. It's pathetic on my end.. When we first started actually talking, you know, flirting and spending time together, all that nonsense, I joked about what a girl had to do to be able to eat pomegranate without staining her fingers and ruining her outfit... I- .. It was so simple. The next day he brought me a whole bag of peeled pomegranate.."

By now, Layla was blushing, seeming embarrassed. "I dont even like pomegranate that much!" She admits. "It must have taken him hours..."

There's tears in her eyes as she turns, watching the man prep tonights dinner. Peter, as not-innocent as he is, blinks, seeming to see Marc in a different light.

There's a tiny voice in the back of his head that wanted to ask Layla why she was crying. But the one loud and upfront asked like a broken record if this is why Jake brought home an entire crate of mangos after he mentioned once how much he enjoyed mango smoothies...

The blush on Laylas face spreads to his own as he looks down, swallowing. Really?? That simple? Out of all the things, something so mundane hog tied his heart? Oh God... it's now that he gets it.. Jake DID trip him, and Steven kicked him down the stairs, didn't he?

Fuck... how ridiculous.. and all because of pomegranates..

[chloeangelic]

I gotta rant about Rendezvous for a second lmao

If reader doesn’t get a happy ending for herself in it then honestly, Joel shouldn’t either! I know everyone is yelling about reader, how she’s embarrassing and delusional and desperate and all that. And yeah sure she is. But at least she has the excuse that she’s young and dumb lol

Like, what’s Joels excuse? And why are people acting like Joel is such a good guy??? Like yay, he deserves someone like Katy!! Like??? The guy knew his best friends daughter has feelings for him, fucked her once, fucked her twice (without a condom!) leaves her afterwards without ever once checking on her and then goes out with Katy. Like, that’s such a shitty thing to do?

Sure nobody is innocent in this and reader is old enough to make adult choices. But reader isn’t the “bad guy” here? Joel low-key manipulated her, used her and then just dumped her when he got what he wanted and that’s fucked up but almost nobody wants to admit that lol.

But hey, congrats Katy. You’re dating a real stand up guy there!

Rant done lmao

I’m sorry to dump this in your inbox (and absolutely nothing against you! I absolutely adore your writing!! It just pissed me off that so many are going after reader but not joel!)

i always welcome opinions on rendezvous! and thank you <3 <3

people tend to pick sides in this series - understandably so - either giving the reader shit for making an ass out of herself or joel for being irresponsible. i personally dont think there's a bad guy in this situation, and i actively try not to assign characters good/bad values cause i think it oversimplifies the story

we're lacking joel POV in this series, which i think skews people to take the side of the reader, but as the series creator i can tell you that joel is definitely suffering. itll come through more in pt 4 and 5, but he very much hates himself for the decisions he's made and how hes handled it.

imo, they're both able to send a text saying "Hi, can we talk?" but neither of them are doing it, so theyre being morons

[petorahs]

☀️ anon

Thank you for pointing out that ryuji has the highest EQ, he really is super perceptive even if he is incredibly book dumb and impulsive. PROTECT THIS BOY

(He is a loud teenager tho so he gets often just stamoed as being "annoying" which i dont get because he feels so vital to the whole gang)

exactly! you get me sunshine anon

ryuji being "annoying" and loud are just his core personality traits yeah like you said he is a fairly real depiction of a modern teen guy. HES JUST A FRIEND MAN i cant hate him sure he messes up (like constantly yell out "we're the phantom thieves!" in public and the somewhat forced imo mean comments to morgana) he just feels like those homies you have irl like. a light slap to the head is needed sometimes and thats ok

with his EQ though i especially feel this cause i recently rewatched futaba arc and theres this part where a confused-skeptical-but-well-meaning ann asks futaba outright if she "murdered her mother?" and ryuji was immediately like "ann wtf you moron??!!" cause ofc thats a loaded ass question towards a stranger who's also a depressed sewerslidal child. yusuke simply said "ann." in getting her to stop but this scene highlights the EQ hierarchy of PT i feel. ryuji is so very outwardly empathetic and we see this a lot in futaba arc

in JP, his quiet and awkwardness in the beginning shows way more like he's actually really self-conscious about how he's perceived by others at school before he opens up..... you know that moment when someone talks about their passion and they light up like fireworks? start talking all animatedly? that's ryuji with the PT! he gets so pumped talking about it cause it essentially is a passion for a once-lost teen like him. cant really blame him for being loud sometimes

finally i believe the EQ in the phantom thieves goes like. ann = ryuji = joker > haru > yusuke > mako = futaba > morgana maybe this needs more work lol but i do think haru's pretty high up there just that she's offset by being more sheltered than the rest so some casual social cues are lost on her. yusuke is more emotional despite his calm demeanor and mako and futaba are strictly numbers and data gals etc etc

[celticvampriss]

Every episode of Succession be like: Are they gonna make the deal? Should we do the deal? How about Pierce, what do they look like? Let's see if Stewie wants in. You want a part of this? Look, here's where we're at. Fuck Pierce, we dont need them. Are they gonna play ball? But do they want in on this deal and maybe we should go with Stewie on this deal, that feels smart. That feels like the right move. And you're a fucking failure of a son, my kids are fucking morons And what? Its not that i dont love you, cause i obviously do, like, you know that, right? I mean, but its, you know...complicated and hey, greg, greggy, greginator and perverted innuendo to hide emotional scarring and there's a wedding.

[deviantartdramanow]

Get this through your thick skull club

Since diaper boy loves to repeat his bullshit mantra  and ignoring what we are trying to explain, we're going to keep repeating this back to him in a more watered down way. Ahem. *pulls out a hand puppet to make it talk in a loud cheery kids sitcom voice so club pays attention.* "Hey rping is fine and dandy with younger rp partners, but NOT when it's subject matter like fetishes that are considered sexual. All fetishes are sexual too since they arouse the person who enjoys the fetish! There is no INNOCENT fetish boys and girls!" *puppet points at monitor screen at Club.* "So dont rp fetish stuff with minors, it makes them feel uncomfy or scared to talk to others. It is NOT educational! Leave that to the parents or teachers to show their kids what diaper changing is and handling kids with disabilities is since they know how to handle those subject matters! What you are doing is highly immoral and illegal no matter how many times you say it's good. Also there's this!" *pulls out rulebook of DA" "Fetish and nsfw rps are forbidden on DA, no exceptions! It's why you were suspended twice before Club! Also do not make journals on others, block and leave them alone. Also stop doing rps with minors and getting upset when they say no. No means NO. No gaslighting, or guilt tripping. I mean, would YOU like if someone pushed you into something you did not want to do?" *puppet folds it's arms looking disappointed at Club.* "So respect the wishes of others, stop bullying with rps, and NO. MORE. RPS. WITH. MINORS. INVOLVING. DIAPER. FETISH." *Puppet pulls out a sign that has a X over it with RP showing a kids face.* --- There, ya fucking understand now that we had to dumb it down for ya moron?

[the-firebird69]

We don't want our son in the mental facility or a castle ever these people are barbarians and they're stupid and they're knit wits and they do things to people and don't understand what they're doing and the guy is killing them on purpose and they're very useful people so we took a look at it and listen I wonder what happened because he's losing everybody from there or killing everybody when you found out that he's just sitting there threatening them and that's what it's holding people in his facility for and Saturday even when I said Trump said that makes sense and it's good after the guy who's going after him other people will too so we're going to print yeah he's a truck with it he is a troglodyte

Thor Freya

Yeah you're the problem Tommy f hovering over people with the ship and you're going to die hey do you deserve it treating me like you did you're such a f****** loser you should have stayed in westborough State hospital in front like you should have what kind of f****** a****** s*** do you think this is going to do what do you think the result will be your dumb a****** dumb f****** retard

Zues Hera

Assorted that's something I sort of get something they held me at westboro state and hold it against everybody as an excuse but you know those places are horrible and I sort of get something it's after I held you there so he say how did you figure it out I got to tell you something this is going to hurt, Bill and Preston are gone somewhere or gone and yeah whose dad all these inventors and the plans out and I'm to blame partially. It is right he's also the inventure and I'm an idiot. Trump is no help either I started yet something but f****** up and towards the empire I'm at war with them

Tommy f

you're insanetommy f. And sue you and bringing you up on charges. You can lament that and by the way you are going to get f***** up you are all belief beyond all believe she's stupid f****** jerk you going to get the hellraiser they're going to rip you apart this is Trump using Trump it's not to help him he's kind of way but point you need to get tortured so I can get stuff okay this is what it is to you you stupid f****** moron what a waste of space space you are. Hellraiser the movie will begin soon so you enjoy little boy you feel bad you're going to do penance come to me with that s*** or any s*** and later at my door I'm in a hammer on you boy

Zues Hera hey what a loser kike you are holding the facility like that you should be ashamed but you're not so it's going to hurt. Then you're all done and I don't believe you're going to give me a damn thing such a f****** idiot and I don't care for it either I'm not going to support you in any way I don't want Olympus to either

Now I hear something that's kind of hold on to the piece of s*** for him to do a lawyer job and it's not even doing it we dont expect them to so he's out. And Jason is out that s**** what a bunch of nuts s**** into a damn thing they are not going to do a damn thing. We have a lawyer firm it would like to have to use it because the sky the guy is useless and it looks like he's attracted to it and he's trying to use lawyers against us and Jason brings the ship and the Idiots are attracted to that and that makes sense. His base is in San Francisco San Francisco is devastated so they moved to LA and he's harassing our son and he's trying to kidnapping and he's failing because of Jason and Jason destroys him and that makes sense also make sense as we are suing him and we are succeeding. It looks like Tommy f going to send money but he did not he was pushed out of FEMA partially and he still getting pushed out. Is very evil person and mean. We are going to oust him from every position he has as we are trump. These people are sick and very gross and very mean to our son and we're going to be getting our programs to shut them down

Olympus

[ska-normity]

>Notecard #5: Just an arrow pointing at us with the word moron under it. To drop the jackass facade for a bit, Dox you are way more creative than you think you are. We have complete faith that you'll think of something, even though we equally know that idea blocks are a bitch. Once more as well, marshmallowy pot meet gilded kettle, given how we can only engage with eye and arm movement to emote like this.

Dont worry, Wile E., it wasn't self deprecation. I can guarantee you I am just as smug and self assured as ever! >a pause, a look of thoughtful contemplation Part of the issue here is really these self indulgent facades don't have the grounding a rose or Kanaya or Feferi has. We're already at obscene, reality cracking sizes, without any sort of motivation other than om nom eat more >there's a loud, collective groaning from the bag of future snacks at the sudden dive into introspection

Though another part is still a latent reservation at the idea of self inserting anything. Can't shake the idea that its kind of silly. Character flaw on my part! >😔

I don't mind white-room hypothetical huge indulgence, but it can get a little stale. Clearly I need a quest.