#like no this is not normal people behavior but this is my normal behavior it’s just more intense rn lol

[space929]

I need to mask constantly because I need to be very careful not to offend the allistics because they're not sensitive - I'm sensitive, not them - but they hate their precious nonsensical social norms being broken.

TW: ableism and SA mentions

But I can't learn not to hurt people. That'd mean that I didn't need to be coddled, and I am capable of empathy and average intelligence. It'd also mean that bigotry and SA aren't something you naturally do. Bigotry is learned. SA isn't done by any decent person. It has nothing to do with being born and everything to do with your mindset and environment.

Autistic people, in my experience, are more likely to be more accepting. Our community has massive overlap with minorities and counter cultures because we don't understand or subscribe to meaningless norms. You may while masking, but that doesn't mean you always will. I subscribe to the norm of conversation while masking, but I rarely talk when I'm not because I'm semi-verbal and it can take a lot out of me.

In my experience, we also may be more likely to understand personal space because we've had ours invaded our entire lives. I've dealt with the forced hugs that make my skin burn like I've been lit on fire, the way so many people don't think to ask before touching because they don't mind [x] and their allistic friends (allegedly) don't mind [x] so they don't consider that you might.

And I've dealt with the upset that comes along with telling people not to touch you without permission. The annoyance. The confusion and sadness that will often be used against you.

The issue lies in normalcy. The first two things have been normalized by society, whether we want to admit it or not. The last three are socially unacceptable.

It lies in what society considers a normal thing to be. Something that it considers natural. It's not seen as learned behavior but inherent. It's a combination of excusing oppression and the belief that autistic people are less capable. Less developed.

If they coddle us while we do heinous shit, it allows them to continue the cycle of bigotry and oppression. If they coddle us while we break their norms, it's saying that it's okay to be deviant (in the neutral sociological sense, not in the insult way that people have adopted it as. Deviance in sociology is literally just going against the norm, whether good or bad).

Basically, this is just a lot of ableism and bigotry. It's also an excuse for me to ramble about something far deeper than the original post because deviance and norms were my favorite sociology lessons when I took the class, and my parents are tired of hearing about it.

In my opinion, we should abolish social norms. It'd make my life easier. We should also acknowledge that autism is not synonymous with being an asshole. They are very, very different.

Things that society considers autism an excuse for

Nazi salutes

sexual assault

Things that society considers autism not an excuse for and things that people think children who do should be met with violence

using the wrong tone

showing too much or too little emotion

asking questions and having an authority figure take it as "arguing"

[ur-local-wizard]

I love the way you write baby, can you honour me with this prompt idea: Mattheo Riddle loses a Quidditch match against his biggest rival, and his anger boils over. Dragging his girlfriend into the locker room, he takes out his frustration on her in a heated, rough moment of intimacy. Afterward, he leaves her shaken to vent elsewhere, but when he returns, he finds her being comforted by his rival. Jealousy and fury take over as he drags her away, scolding her and accusing her of betrayal—though beneath his anger is a fear he’s not ready to admit: that he might’ve pushed her too far this time.

Losing Game

tysm for the request babes!! this was sooo creative! hope you enjoy, it was my first time writing angst 🤭

mattheo riddle x fem!reader, extremely toxic behavior, mentions of sex, characters are of age, i think that's it

w/c: 1106

masterlist

a/n: if there are any tags I missed, pls pls pls let me know!! also, I wasn't sure if i should label it nsfw in my masterlist or not, so if you think it should be tell me and I'll change it!

Angry sex with Mattheo was something you were used to, especially after he lost a quidditch game. Everyone knew he had a temper, and even as his girlfriend, you were not immune to it. But he’s never been so hurtful. Not like this. 

The physical part of it was good, as per usual, but his words struck a deeper chord than normal. The names he called you, the blatant disregard for your feelings, the way his touch felt oppressive instead of loving – it was strange, and honestly overwhelming. 

So that’s how you got here, curled up in the fetal position just outside the quidditch locker room. You barely noticed the muffled sound of footsteps approaching you on the grass. Blinking back more tears, you look up, not expecting to see the Gryffindor Cormac McLaggen of all people. He was one of many on the long list of people Mattheo hated most, and you knew that if your boyfriend saw him of all people in his current tempered state, someone would end up in the hospital wing. 

“You okay?” Cormac asked, crouching in front of you. His tone was softer than you would expect, laced with nothing short of concern and pity. He reached out, and you flinched as his hand brushed your arm. “You’re freezing. Come, let’s get you inside. I don’t want you to contract hypothermia.” 

The warmth of his hand sent a wave of guilt through you, and the combination of your confusion and his touch made you flinch away. He’s right – it’s so cold your fingers are going numb. You weren’t sure if it was the weight of your emotions, your exhaustion, or the sheer cold, but you felt your defenses crumble, allowing him to pull you up and off the ground.

Then the locker room door opened. 

Out walked Mattheo, his presence looming over you like a shadow. His hair was disheveled, his jaw set like stone. His gaze flicked between you and Cormac, his eyes burning with fury. 

“What the fuck is going on here?” He snapped, his voice low and full of nothing but rage and resentment. You opened your mouth to speak, but he roughly grabbed your wrist and pulled you to his side, effectively cutting you off. Your stomach churned, and the emotions swirling inside your gut made you want to puke. 

“You think this is okay?” He scolded you, his gaze narrowing into a glare. “The hell are you doing with this piece of shit?” He motioned to Cormac, scoffing. “And you, what are you doing with my girlfriend?” 

“Mattheo, stop-” Your voice trembled as you began to talk, but the bitter laugh that escaped his lips cut you off. 

  “Don’t even try to explain,” he sneered, his grip so tightening so much it may leave a bruise. His expression was still angry, but something seemed off. Beneath the anger in his eyes, you saw a flicker of something else – something raw. Afraid, maybe. “I leave for five fucking minutes and come back to find you cozying up with Cormac fucking McLaggen.” 

His words hit harder than expected, making the nausea in your stomach only grow stronger. “You’re being ridiculous,” you said, voice quiet but filled with hurt. You pressed your lips together and fought the urge to cry again. 

“Ridiculous? You don’t get to decide that after this little stunt you just pulled.” 

Cormac crossed his arms over his chest, his expression solemn. “Maybe if you treated her better and paid attention to her obvious distress, she wouldn’t be crying out here in the cold,” he retorted. 

The room seemed to freeze at his words. Mattheo’s head snapped toward Cormac, his eyes dark and burning. The tension in the air was suffocating, a storm brewing just beneath the surface.

“You don’t know what the hell you’re talking about,” Mattheo hissed.

“I know enough,” Cormac shot back, unwavering. “I know she shouldn’t be out here like this. She could get sick!”  

Mattheo’s jaw clenched so hard it looked like his teeth could grind together into dust. For a moment, it looked like he was going to punch Cormac – he certainly wanted to – and the suspense made you even dizzier than before. But instead, he turned his glare back to you. “Get up. Let’s go.” It wasn’t a question, and you could tell by the tone of his voice it was more of an ultimatum. Stay here, and you would lose him. 

You hesitated, jaw opening and closing, unsure what to say. You didn’t want to fight. Not again. Not when your body already ached from more than just the physicality of what had just conspired in the locker room. So, even after all the hurt he’s caused, you couldn’t bring yourself to leave him. He just looked so betrayed, so afraid. 

“Okay,” you conceded, voice barely a whisper. Cormac scoffed, but you didn’t dare look his way as your boyfriend grabbed your wrist again and led you away, his footsteps crushing the grass beneath his feet. His grip wasn’t painful, but it was firm – as if he was afraid that if he let go, you’d disappear. 

The journey was silent as he dragged you to an empty corridor. The moment the two of you were alone, he spun to face you, his chest rising and falling rapidly with labored breaths. 

“Don’t ever do that again,” he said. 

“Do what?” You asked, brows furrowing.

His fingers twitched at his sides, as if he was fighting the urge to reach for you. “Sitting with him. Letting him touch you. Letting him look at you like – like that.”

You stared at him, disbelief bubbling up past the lingering hurt. “Mattheo, do you even hear yourself? I was sitting there because of you. Because of what you did.”

He looked shocked, but that quickly faded as he realized what you were talking about. He lowered his eyes to the ground, and his throat bobbed as he swallowed his shame. He looked like he wanted to argue, to push back like he always did in situations like this, but something in his expression told you he knew he would finally lose you if he did. For the first time, he looked unsure. 

“Do you even care that you hurt me?” You asked, voice softer now, but still full of lingering hurt. In response, his whole body tensed. A long silence stretched between you, thick and suffocating. Then, barely above a whisper, so low you almost missed it, he muttered, “I do.”

It wasn’t an apology – not yet. But you knew it was as close as you were going to get for now. 

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[diaper-fetiswing]

🌟 DIAPER TRAINING - the different mental stages of diaper training ! 🌟

diaper training is a real personal journey, it is much more than just adopting a lifestyle... we go through different mental stages before fully integrating diapers permanently into our life, from my experience here is a overviews of the different stages of psycho-behavioral development of diaper training :

🔍 curiosity and exploration : you discover the concept, you look for information, you perhaps test to see if you like it, this first certainly small step is essential because it leads to all the others!

⚔️ inner conflict : guilt, fear of how others will look, doubt... I admit that it's the worst period... but that's normal! society tends to put people in boxes without even really knowing them, so it puts us in the degenerate box, but know that firstly, liking to wear diapers is normal, and secondly, it does not define who you are. es, nor your true value as a human...

🧠 Rational acceptance: you realize it's a part of you and there's nothing wrong. That this desire to be permanently in a diaper also says a lot about how you function inside yourself, psychologically !

📆 progressive integration: you start to put routines in place: choice and type of diapers, frequency (22/7 or 24/7), organization.

🔥 affirmation and beginning of acceptance : diaper training becomes a habit, you start to tell others (it depends on the person) that from now on you wear diapers and that's how you can't change anything (without specifying the cause)

🌈 Total acceptance and fulfillment : you are at peace with yourself, you accept this choice, it is completely natural for you to wear a diaper all the time.

[jd-loves-fiction]

Coming back to you with another request cuz I loved your previous work

Boothill, Welt, Ratio, Jing Yuan and Gallagher with the same platonic teen reader premise but reader calls them ,,Dad" on accident and they themselves don't even notice it because it comes so naturally to them

🌑so glad you liked it🥺🥺also the dad's of all time yes yes!! Also my internet has been fucked lately that's why uploads are slow sowy 🥺

✦ 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐥 ✦

If you look at his lore, he was actually a dad (😭 my Shayla) so yeah big chance he won't notice at all

Because of the trauma associated with his family in general, he'll notice it eventually and be a bit conflicted

On one hand, he's absolutely delighted at the fact that despite being almost entirely made of metal, you are still able to find such fundamentally human comfort within him

And on the other hand, he has a hard time accepting that the man he was before didn't actually die along with most of his body

He won't ever correct you tho, at the end of the day he's just grateful that he's still able to make young folk feel safe around him

Reminds him that he's still human🥺

✦ 𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐭 ✦

Did you see the way he basically adopted Sunday the moment he stepped on the express?? Yeah, that's dad right there

He basically adopts every kid (as in, anyone younger than him) that steps aboard the express, so i feel like someone else might've already called him before and he just brushed it off

Same with you, though in his heart he's over the moon

All he wants in life is to make everyone around him feel safe and loved, so to know that you of all people seem to think of him in such a way really warms his heart

Though he'll never point it out in fear of making you embarrassed

He's overjoyed!! But internally :)

✦ 𝐃𝐫. 𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨 ✦

Truly baffled, at first

He's aware of his reputation and he doesn't mind it but he never expected someone to him that way

Though he's (not so) secretly very pleased

At his core, he's a teacher and that's what he loves to do - spread knowledge to all who seek it

And I'm sorry for reminding you of this but most of us have called our teacher mom/dad before so...

There's a slight chance it's happened before... also a slight chance he very dryly corrected them - "last time i checked i have no children" 🙄

Might do the same to you unless he's in one of his moods, writing down information or just lost in thought - then he'll probably just wave you away wordlessly

I feel like he understands on a behavioral level why you did it and because of it, wont comment on it or bring it up again. It's just something people do sometimes, nothing weird about it

The most neutral out of all of them but will make a mental note about how it probably means you trust him at least a little

When he lets himself be selfish and overthink it, it does warm his heart but you'll never know

✦ 𝐉𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐘𝐮𝐚𝐧 ✦

Actual father to Yanqing YOU CANT CHANGE MY MIND!!

Ooooh he's tearing his hair out trying not to tease you about it

He knows that if he does you'll crawl back in your shell again and thats tHEEE last thing he wants in life, really

It's easy to feel comfortable around him, i feel. He's just a big lazy cat - pretty independent and chill

He's good at just being there when you need him there as well as talking your ear off as a distraction - peak comfort

Definately called Jingliu 'mom' as a kid, come on

And Yanqing did the same with him

So it doesnt surprise him much since he understands its a pretty normal thing but GOOOOD he wants to acknowledge it so BAAADD

HE WANTS TO MAKE IT SILLY BUT NOOOOO 😭

He's an adult now (a very old one at that) so he understands that now is NOT the time

Will keep thinking back on it fondly tho :))

✦ 𝐆𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐫 ✦

Oh oh my... he gives so much deadbeat dad I'm getting nostalgic IM KIDDING

Anyway, as a bartender, i feel like thats happened to him before

People say weird shit when they're drunk so it's very likely someone's called him dad before

Though that feels very different to him

When people do that when drunk it doesn't usually mean anything - he must just remind them of their father (for good or bad) so he doesn't take it too seriously

But you? Oh he's taking it seriously

Ego? Inflated to hell and back

He's being extra sweet and caring with you

Making sure you eat and rest, etc

Gotta live up to his reputation 😉

The dad who stepped up fr

Might tease you about it, but if you have an adverse reaction he'll stop immediately

Very touched that you think of him that way even subconsciously and will try to make sure he doesn't disappoint :)

[carn4g3]

Creepypasta Relationship HCs (2)

Characters - BEN Drowned, Tim Wright (Masky), Brian Thomas (Hoodie), Kagekao

Summary - A few more glimpses into how these creeps are as partners (w/ 50% more possessiveness !)

TWs - Descriptions of yandere behavior, cheating, stalking, possessiveness/jealousy and overall unhealthy relationships, mentions of kidnapping and violence, & very brief mentions of sex and smoking

Word Count - 3.5k (~700 to 900 each)

A/N: Thank you for all the love on the first part <33 I know a few people requested these characters alongside some other new ones in the time it took me to write this. Just know that I'll have ones for any additional characters out sometime soon if you happened to leave a request along those lines :)

Part 1

BEN Drowned

Before I get to anything else, BEN is perpetually in his early 20s in my characterization of him.

He arguably has the most contact with people outside of Slender's influence simply by being an ipad kid. Because of that, he's most likely to form a relationship with someone if they are from the normal world. BEN doesn't necessary hate his colleagues or Slender, but they're all just so fucked up. Someone with even half the emotional baggage of a killer would be much better.

Now, it's pretty obvious that BEN isn't exactly the most palatable to the average human being. He has a million alternate accounts, all of which assume false identities, but he does have a select few that are more personal. On those accounts, he spends his time in various forums or chats where he can discuss his favorite games and other media. You two would probably connect on one of those shared interests, maybe even several, and he would be hooked from there.

BEN isn't the most patient person, but it would take more than a few months of talking before he truly built a connection with you. He'd prefer you reciprocate his feelings after that point, but it wouldn't deter him if you didn't. He's self aware enough to know that he needs to give you time to adjust to the fact that he's not the human man you thought you were talking to and that he crawled out of your very own computer screen. Though, back to his impatience, it's probably not nearly enough time.

The topic of monogamy with BEN would be a variable subject. He's well aware of the litany of ways partners define themselves given the somewhat questionable time he spends online. Ideally, BEN would see himself as unconstrained by a relationship, and, therefore, you should have an open end as well. Though, the less mature part of him sees you as something of a prize that should be reserved for him alone, and that's the side that takes over.

BEN wouldn't allow you to have romantic or sexual relationships with anyone other than himself. Meanwhile, the unspoken rule is that he could... if he wanted to. Does that mean he actually has other partners? No, not at all. It was a miracle you wanted to enter a relationship with him willingly, if you even did. There's no way in hell he's going to replicate that easily.

Despite all of that, he's not very outwardly possessive. He carries himself with a certain arrogance, it shouldn't be a shock that extends to his relationships. If you seem close to someone else, he still thinks you'll choose him in the end. At the same time, he's your most avid stalker. There are cameras damn near everywhere nowadays, and he doesn't even need to break a sweat to access their footage. In the situation that you're cooperative enough that he doesn't need to force you into his living space, he watches where you go. Even if you can't leave his side, he still tracks you one way or another. Nothing happens between you and another person that doesn't go unseen by him, and, if someone is too close, he'll pay them a "friendly" visit.

He shows affection the best through quality time and gift giving. Admittedly, his definition of quality time is almost exclusively reserved for playing games or showing you something on his plethora of devices. On occasion, he can suck it up and do something that you like: going outside is in his skillset... albeit reluctantly. As for gift giving, BEN is surprisingly good at getting things you like even though it seems like he's never listening. You might want to avoid asking how he got the money for such things, though. He won't give you a straight answer anyway.

Physical affection with BEN would be a bit strange. He's not entirely an apparition, but his form isn't totally corporeal either. Objects he's holding can phase through his grip at times without warning, though it's not quite to the point where he can pass through walls. When he lingers close enough to you, it feels almost like there's a faint, electrical buzzing on your skin. He can still touch you despite that, though your hair may start standing after a while. It's only when he lingers near you for too long that there's an issue. The static electricity building between you becomes pretty potent, resulting in an actual electric shock once he does make contact. BEN can be a little sadistic, but he's not particularly interested in hurting you. So, he tends to avoid touching you much or, if he does, it'll be pretty quick.

While BEN has a bit of a reason for falling short on physical affection, he has no good excuse for his lackluster words of affection. He thrives in making lewd comments on your body and that's it. The only way to get him to say he loves you is by saying it yourself. Even then, his response is pretty lacking, but it's not out of a genuine dislike for you. The way his ears turn a light pink, burning most red at their pointy ends, indicates he's at least a little fond of you.

Masky

Quick note because I can see this becoming confusing, I tend to refer to Slender as the Operator when writing for Marble Hornets characters because I think that's what they would call him. It's still the same old Slendy tho :)

Being in this fandom for so long, I can see the development of my frontal lobe in the form of my hcs of this man.

Tim is well into his 40s. He thinks a dating life is far beyond him, and, even if it weren't, he hardly knows what it's like to be a "normal" person anymore after 20 years as a proxy. While I say all that, if he were to find love, it would likely not be among the Operator's ranks. Tim despises the creature and everything it stands for, but he knows he's not strong enough to evade it. He finds respite in the areas outside of its power and is mostly likely to let go of his inhibitions for someone in that mental space.

He is not 100% ready to embrace a relationship, romantic or otherwise. The Operator isn't clueless to Tim's resent; it's why newer proxies like Kate and Toby are much more infatuated with the creature. To keep the less conditioned ones around, it has to extend its control a bit more uniquely. Tim knows that you're at risk of the Operator doing something to you, and he can't handle that. Because of that, his presence in your life isn't consistent. He's trying to prove to himself that he doesn't need you and, to the Operator, that you don't get in the way of his work. Though, Tim has never been the most strong willed. He comes crawling back to you every time.

While most of the others are willing to kidnap the person of their affections, I don't think Tim would quite get to that point. He prefers that you have your own separate life away from him. It makes him feel like you two are a normal couple, but he's certainly not a saint. Mentally stable people do not become proxies of the Operator, so Tim is riddled with some less than ideal possessive and controlling tendencies. He wants you to be dedicated to him and only him. Any other romantic or sexual relationships are completely out of the question for you, in his mind.

Does he quite monitor if you keep up your end of the bargain on that? No. When he disappears for months at a time, he does anything he can to erase you from his mind. Gaining an almost iron will, he won't even stalk you until he gets especially desperate, and that's usually the point when he shows up again.

When he is around, though, he expresses issues with your other relationships quite readily: platonic or even familial. Tim is very deeply insecure in himself. Who wouldn't be after finding out their existence alone has led to the deaths of many? He's buried all of that so deep at this point that even he hardly knows it though, so he calls himself a "traditional" man instead. He prefers your deepest affections to be saved for him, is that so wrong?

Even though his lifestyle is far from anything traditional, he sees himself as the provider. Regardless of your gender, you're the caretaker or the homebody. Like I said earlier, he's fine with you having a separate life-- it's the modern age after all, the least of his worries should be whether or not you work. But, he expects you to see him as a dominant figure that should be listened to, and he will follow through on that.

Anger management? Who the hell is that? Tim's job grates on him, physically and mentally. That's part of the reason he smokes a pack a day, and why he's with you as well. He tends to be at his most vulnerable and volatile when he turns to you, and those emotions are usually hardly a result of your actions. When Tim is angry, though, any little thing can set him off and make that anger entirely your fault. He'll tend to distance himself before things get physical, but verbal arguments are far from uncommon. One of these arguments is usually what prompts him to disappear back to the depths of the woods. But, if he's feeling a little less sorry for himself, he'll come back to you and give a begrudging apology. He does truly feel bad when he snaps at you and wishes it wouldn't happen. At the same time, he has a completely self-pitying and helpless approach to fixing that issue.

Surprisingly, he's big on physical affection. If he's with you, you're likely a little secret of his, so he can only get his time in after completing his daily tasks. He's tired as hell by that point, so he'll just sprawl out wherever you are. In bed? He's right behind you. Watching a movie? Your couch is comfy enough to sleep on. You're busy doing things? He can fall asleep standing if need be. He prefers if you go about initiating certain things like hugs and cuddles, but he can handle initiating a kiss or more.

When it comes to words of affection, on the other hand, just be happy with the few affectionate gestures you can get. It takes a war in his brain to so much as utter the words "sorry," you'd be shit out of luck to hear "I love you" or anything deeper than that. If he's feeling especially sappy, he might leave you a handwritten note. His handwriting is absolutely atrocious, worse than a doctor's script, and takes some analysis to decipher. Once you get it, that will be the closest glimpse at Tim's true feelings towards you.

Hoodie

I would like to think Brian is similarly still in touch with parts of his humanity as Tim is. But, that would be wishful thinking, wouldn't it?

Brian is a stalker first and a lover second. While normal people might unwind by watching TV or even reading a book, Brian takes similar joy in simply watching you from a far. He would find people outside of the Operator's control most interesting to watch, but it wouldn't matter at the end of the day. If you capture his interests, he'll watch-- maybe even take videos.

I imagine his main tasks under the Operator involve intel collection. He's highly skilled in slinking around in the shadows and not being caught, unless of course he wants to instill some unease in the mind of his victim. As a result, it's very unlikely you would notice him lurking. He's not there to unsettle you necessarily, but he might if he finds himself feeling a certain way. You're his most convenient entertainment at the end of the day, so it's not really in his desire to encourage you to get others involved or even move somewhere less convenient.

If you do happen to notice his presence, he's almost a little impressed at your perceptiveness. Not to mention, it makes the second phase of his plan a little easier. Brian may be content to watch endlessly, but he doesn't stop himself from exploring his curiosity to be included in your life. For him, he feels like he's known you forever. For you, he's crafted your interactions across the span of several weeks or even months to get you interested. With the added weight of a secret stalker on your psyche, it only draws you closer to his "welcoming" arms.

Brian isn't quite to the point where he sees himself as a sole provider. Once again, it's more interesting for him if you have at least a few interests beyond him. Like a beach episode in an anime, Brian sees your endeavors outside of your home as a welcomed (but temporary) change in setting. Not nearly enough people acknowledge that the Marble Hornets guys are from Alabama, in my opinion. It's not exactly the most progressive state, and Brian likely holds some toxic masculine values. He thinks of himself as a sort of "man of the house." You should listen to him, and he expects you to dedicate a lot of time to your relationship. In his mind, he dedicates a lot of time to you, even if most of that dedication is unknown to you.

Before he even went forward with inserting himself into your narrative, he was already interfering with the others in your life. He tries to act all stoic, but he is still very possessive at the end of the day. I've explained that some of the other characters find their possessiveness and jealousy rooted in their insecurities. Brian is certainly not immune to those feelings, but I think his issues stem from what I can best describe as an objectification of others. He views you almost like a hobby, something that he puts his free time into. He feels an almost bitter jealousy when others try to catch your attention with less than half of the pristine planning and attention to detail he executed. Just as he can stalk you, he can stalk others. He will make his watchful presence much more malicious and well known to the people he wants out of your life.

His go to forms of affection are acts of service and quality time. Ignoring that he sees stalking you as a form of quality time, he likes taking you on dates. His appearance isn't something too noteworthy to most people, so he can easily ditch the mask (if you even know he has one) and hit the town. He's a big fan of dinner and a movie or a little nature hike if you're interested in more outdoorsy activities like him. If you're more into stay-home dates, he'll happily watch a movie from the comfort of your couch and help you cook a dinner for two.

As for acts of service, he takes pride in the fact that he's a bit of a handyman. It's not like you can exactly get the usual help when you live secretly in the woods as a proxy of an immortal eldritch being. If you so much as breathe a word of issue about something in your home, he's on it. Carrying something heavy? He'll get it for you. It doesn't matter if you can do it yourself, he's going to do it now. Weaponized incompetence fears him. Asking Brian to do a task for you almost always ensures it will get done within the day.

He doesn't honestly care too much for physical affection. As I've already established, he's happy to do damn near anything you ask of him. If you want attention that way, simply ask. In general, he asks for very little in return. Although, when he does get around to asking for more, there's no guarantee he won't push your boundaries a little uncomfortably.

On the topic of communication, he's not very talkative and prefers to listen to you instead. Words of affection are few and far between, but he does have some quirks. It won't take an army for him to tell you he loves you, and he has a sleeve full of endearing nicknames to call you ("love" is his favorite).

Kagekao

Where do I even start with Kage.

He doesn't have any specific preference if you're a worker of Slender just like him or not. If asked why he does anything for the creature, he'll say it's simply because it's the "best" arrangement in this modern age. On the surface, that's a pretty reasonable explanation given that demons aren't exactly common or readily accepted members of society. However, the real reason is that Slender gets what it wants and is a hell lot more powerful than Kage. The demon begrudgingly does what he has to and tries to spend the rest of his time getting the fun he would prefer.

While some of the others might begin their interests by watching from afar, Kage pops into your life right off the bat. He finds entertainment in watching, but it's so much more interesting to have those interactions up close. Especially if you're not as familiar with inhuman entities, Kage takes pleasure in eliciting those responses of perplexion from you.

Living in a world largely populated by what he perceives as "weak humans," he's gained quite the ego. If you're not a demonic entity, he most certainly considers himself superior to you in all ways. Even if you are a demonic entity, he has a very specific criteria for what he considers to be a "real" demon and would still likely see himself as better. On the other hand, his underestimation of you tends to lead to interesting reactions in the case that you can pack a bit of a punch against the demon. (*cough* he's into it *cough*)

Like Tim, a relationship with Kagekao wouldn't ever really get a chance to be defined because he likes to bounce in and out of your life on a dime. Although, he certainly doesn't feel any guilt or even apprehension to pursue his interests in you. He recognizes you could get targeted by some less favorable attention (Slender being the worst), but he's interested in seeing how you'd react.

He is absolutely with other people in addition to you. I can't imagine he has many relationships that are too far past friends with benefits (everyone wants to fuck a demon, this app proves it), but I wouldn't put it past him. For that reason, he tends to turn a blind eye to your escapades. That being said, if your relationship with him borders on something more romantic, he expects you to have no other romantic partners.

Because he's not too consistently involved in your life, Kage isn't the most possessive on the list. On occasion, he'll express his opinions on the other people you spend your time with, but they're usually empty threats. If they really upset him, he'll eliminate them from your life. Does that mean death? Or simply scaring them off? You don't really want to know.

Like many of these guys, Kage isn't big on clear demonstrations of love like physical affection or words. His best show of affection is gift giving. He's not quite a kleptomaniac, but he does have what can only be described as a dragon's hoard of shiny trinkets. If asked, he won't say any of them are particularly special. Though, he does have a lengthy story for how he acquired each one, and he won't just readily give them out... except for you. Especially if he has matching sets of something, he'll tend to gift you one of the halves. You might not necessarily want or even like all the trinkets Kage gifts you, but you'll have to keep and display them. If not, Kage will do a bit of redecorating for you

Gotta let the brain worms speak on this one, he likes to offer you help, but he is not actually helpful. Kage thinks he can do practically anything. He's a demon in a human's world, after all. But can he actually follow through? No. Not at all. He gives up on tasks pretty easily when they stop being interesting. Even in the case that he goes through with completing the whole thing, you might have preferred to just do it yourself.

Don't get me wrong, his affections aren't all bad. He tends to think he's too good for physical affection, but he can be surprisingly sweet and comforting. Additionally, while he won't say it out loud, you might find that one of his gifts has an oddly romantic inscription etched on it. Trust, Kage makes up for his shortcomings.

[themoodyestj]

Look, it's plain and simple to me...

If you see a wife talk down her husband in front of an audience - you're pro abuse.

If you see a woman acting possessive about her husband like he is a commodity and you applaud it - you're pro abuse.

If you see a mother using her children to get attention and you find it cute - you're pro abuse.

If you see a man so tense around his wife that his jaw feels like it's going to snap, and you think its normal - you're pro abuse.

If you celebrate a woman and her abuse behavior and call it sassiness just because she's a woman, with disregard about how her partner may feel - you're pro abuse.

If you sit with all those red flags and don't even consider them for a moment, attacking the people who point it out...

Well, my dear delulu, sorry to say, but you're pro abuse.

Plain and simple.

[mental-illness-bingo]

The way you made my chill addon noting - while I also said most of your post was correct btw, but that didn’t fit the narrative you tried to paint of me here so you left that out - that this was too generalized and matter of fact for the way many pwASPD and non-disordered people feel and act into some sort of attack or me “being contrary” is wild, and it’s not the kind of energy that needs to be brought into conversations about mental health. Like, any conversations about mental health. Nothing in this space is cut and dry; no mental health disorder let alone personality disorder has any symptoms without nuance. That’s just the nature of it.

Evidently, it wasn’t a conversation you wanted, but rather to generalize entire groups of people and have none of them respond with different experiences. I’m not interested in that type of voice in my mental health spaces, so I’ll be blocking you.

Also it’s worth noting that the riots you speak of during BLM were largely carried out not by oppressed people acting violently in response to being oppressed, but instead by white people taking advantage of the situation and cops lying about it being a riot as a means to villainize POC to justify their own racist beliefs and violence against POC. Would a violent response have been absolutely a valid reaction to what happened? Yeah imo it would have been justified if they hadn’t kept those protests peaceful. But for the most part they did - in fact, I personally (not saying this is fact! Just what I did and did not hear) never saw nor heard any actual evidence that any of these protests were turned into riots by the Black and allied protestors themselves.

So like, there’s a lot of facts you should get straight before you’re out here trying to pretend you’re an authority on what is and isn’t normal behavior for both pwASPD and non-disordered people, and that’s all I have to say to you.

I wonder if ASPD larpers know that normal people without ASPD want to hurt and kill bigots that endanger them? ASPD doesn’t give you a strong sense of justice. It doesn’t make you morally vigilant. Luigi Mangione isn’t a psychopath/sociopath for killing that CEO, but a victim of United Healthcare. A nonwhite person isn’t a sociopath/psychopath for wanting racists to die. A trans person isn’t a psychopath/sociopath for wanting transphobes to die. Stop pathologicizing murderous intention towards people who are abusive oppressors, because at that point you are indirectly arm chair diagnosing everyone who displays animosity towards their oppressors as “antisocial” which is… uhm. Bigoted. Lmfao.

[krilati]

They will always hate drugs.

Jason was just about to establish himself as the Red Hood when a new gang released a powerful gaseous drug onto the streets of Gotham. Robin was grounded for something, Nightwing was out of town, and Batman couldn’t handle everything alone. Only a limited number of people were affected, but it was enough to cause chaos in the streets.

For the first time, the Red Hood was seen helping Batman and then disappearing after a fight with the gang.

But here’s the thing—when Jason got home, he took off his helmet, which had been filtering out the drug, and collapsed onto the couch, still in his gear, which was covered in traces of the substance. Batman did almost the same—he removed his rebreather in the Batmobile, and once in the Batcave, he accidentally fell asleep at the Batcomputer.

Neither of them realized they were still under the influence of the drug.

The next morning, Bruce had to hold a press conference for the opening of the Jason Todd Memorial Library. Normally, his behavior could be brushed off as "Brucie" being eccentric. But this was a live broadcast, and Jason—just waking up and still high—saw it. He vaguely remembered he had some elaborate plan to get revenge on his father and kill the Joker. But why bother when he could just go to Bruce right now and say everything to his face in front of the whole city?

Time skip.

B: – You are not my son! How dare you pretend to be him!? J: – I can prove it! I remember how we met—when I was trying to steal the tires off your car! Who else would know that!? B (let’s remember he’s still drugged): – Someone must know because Jason never called me "Dad"!

(Scene where Bruce starts crying, occasionally sobbing things like "Chum" or "My little boy," while Jason—who has dug himself out of his own grave, been hit by a car, fallen into a coma, been revived in the Lazarus Pit, and is now high—desperately tries to count something on his fingers.)

Time skip.

J: – You replaced me! B: – I would never! J: – I saw you! The kid from Bristol! Was the street rat from Crime Alley not good enough for you!? B (suddenly recalling an image of Jack threatening him with a gun and forbidding him from approaching his son): – But Tim is not my son. J: – …What? B: – He’s Jack’s son. J: – Who the hell is Jack? B: – Tim’s father.

(Awkward pause as they just stare at each other.)

J: – So… you’re not raising this Tim? B (barely holding back his emotions, trying not to cry): – I can’t! Jack threatened that if I ever so much as looked at his son again, he’d shoot me! How dare he!? Who does he think tucked Tim into bed!? Who checked his grades!? Who knows his friends!?

(The audience and reporters assume these are rhetorical questions. But Jason’s brain is only half-functioning today, so…)

J: – Who? B (now tearless and suddenly looking a little embarrassed, trying to count something on his fingers): – Actually, I don’t know. Tim was usually the one putting me to bed whenever I was blackout drunk or stuck at my computer. He definitely keeps a schedule of my mental breakdowns somewhere. He’s the one who knows my best friends and helped me make new ones to build a support network.

(All of Gotham, as well as the growing number of viewers tuning in, is in shock. But Jason is fixated on something else.)

J: – So the kid has parents, and they are the ones raising him, not you. Right? B: – Yes—wait, no. Yes, I’m not raising him. No, his parents aren’t raising him, they’re dead. J (now a little thrown off, because he’s confused): – Then… who is raising him? B: – His uncle. J: – You never mentioned an uncle. B: – Because he doesn’t exist. J: – …What??? B (breaking into tears again): – I KNOOOWWW!!! He doesn’t want to be adopted so badly that he invented a fake guardian! I checked! The guy he brought to court—it was an actor! J (awkwardly patting Bruce’s shoulder): – That’s rough, dude. Time skip.

B: – What do I have to do to make him feel wanted??? J: – Well, I don’t know about that kid, but I would have come back if you had killed the Joker. B (crying even harder): – I tried!!! I shot him multiple times and threw him out of a helicopter into the ocean! He swam baaaack!!! J (tearing up as well): – You really did that, old man? B (reacting to the nickname—lunges at Jason in a hug): – Jay, lad, my son!!!

(Dick walks onto the stage, ready to drag both of them back to the cave and deal with this mess in private. The reporters, realizing they’re about to be kicked out, start shouting their questions.)

[wxlfbites]

December 9, 2024

Nonhuman Nuance on Gender...

I have never been a consumable presence in this world. Everything about me has always been this labyrinthine ocean that refuses to be domesticated. There are parts of my identity that I've been able to recognize with familiarity from childhood that some people don't even notice until adulthood. Gender, the expression of one's own, and the standards of humanity as a species are things I've thought about since I was as young as three or four years old because nothing about my assigned sex or species has ever felt reflective of who and what I really am. The expectation of behavior for both humans and girls are much different than those for wolves and boys, and I realized very early on that people were expecting things of me that were, in my mind, simply unnatural and foreign.

When I got older and started really thinking about the implications of these feelings, being both transgender and a Were. And I didn't initially connect the two together the way I do now. It took a bit of time to realize that my gender is intrinsically linked to my nonhumanity. Sure, there are times I feel like a human man, but I'm also never a "normal" human man... both my nonhumanity and neurodivergence making certain of that. There is a disconnect between me and other human men that I can not explain away with being transgender.. It is more than that.

Wolves do not display obvious sexual dimorphism, if you went to the zoo and saw the wolves, you would not be able to distinguish the males from the females with a quick glance. Their social behaviors are also not typically structured by gender, male wolves can be just as nurturing and submissive as females. In these ways, among others, I relate my gender more to wolves than humans. No matter how close to human I feel, there are always these subtle nonhuman nuances to everything about me. My body language, my fashion sense, my interests, the way I interact verbally.. even the way I process information. It's all wolven. I talk about this a little in another post, but I've realized that this connects to my gender as well.

Put simply, while transmasculine is my primary label, one that I love and wholeheartedly connect to in every way, there is an undertone to it that is canine; and I would like to express that more openly. I know the term xenogender exists, and I feel that I technically do fit it, it's just hard for me to connect to microlabels in any meaningful way. What xenogender experiences do you all have?

[itsnesss]

Hi, can I request a Axel Kovačević x reader fic in wich the reader is from Furia de pantera but she is not from Barcelona she is from andalusia (you can choose the province you like the most).

So the reader saw how Sensei Wolf treats Axel and has been thinking about it, and she feels guilty about having done nothing about it. Her team see how she is feeling down, so they say to go out to a bar to decompress, and obviously, she says yes. On their way to the bar, after having a bit of girl talk with Maria and Mercedes while getting dressed, she sees Axel in the beach so she tells them to go ahead and that she will meet them in the bar. She talks with him and asks him to go to the bar with her, but he says no because Sensei Wolf has banned him, so he stays focused on the tournament 🙄

So she invites him to her apartment, and she tells Axel that she saw what happened and that she regrets not doing anything and the Axel kisses her and smut happens (?)

I don't know if this makes any sense it comes from the scribbles of one of my notebooks that I have for when I have dreams that I don't want to forget and is really messy. Sorry if it's too detailed. I don't know how to make a request without giving too many details. And maybe there is a second part to this ask, but I don't know if it's ok to ask it, and I feel like I'm asking for too much 😣

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 | axel kovacevik × fem!reader

summary | the request. during the sekai taikai, you notice axel's emotional distress after witnessing his sensei hitting him. concerned for him, you invite qxel to your apartment where you both share an intimate moment, exploring vulnerability and connection

warnings | mention of emotional and physical abuse, smut, explicit content, fingering, oral sex (fem!receives), p in v, unprotected sex

word count | 1.7 k

author's note | it would help me a lot if you liked, commented and reposted so that more people read what I write and don't forget to follow me, thanks ᡣ𐭩

The Sekai Taikai is everything you expected and more. The atmosphere is charged with adrenaline, every fight a battle for glory and honor, and every dojo striving to prove its supremacy. But while you should be focused on the competition, your mind is caught up in something else.

Or someone else.

Axel Kovacevic.

Since that training session, you haven’t been able to get out of your head what you saw. You were the only one who witnessed it. The only one who knows.

His sensei hitting him.

Axel didn’t defend himself, didn’t say anything, didn’t show anger or pain. He just took it, as if it were normal. And you… you did nothing. You stood frozen, caught between surprise and fear. And now guilt follows you like a shadow.

You try to focus on the tournament, on your fights, on your dojo’s goal. But every time you see Axel, every time you catch that vacant look and his blind obedience, you feel like you’re suffocating.

Maria, your captain, has noticed your odd behavior. During a break, she sits next to you, studying you closely.

"You’ve been quiet lately," she says firmly, as always.

"I’m just tired."

Maria narrows her eyes. She doesn’t believe you.

"You’re not fooling me."

You don’t say anything. You can’t tell her the truth. Because you were the only one who saw it. And because admitting it would mean facing the fact that you didn’t do anything.

Mercedes joins the conversation, crossing her arms.

"You could use a break. Let’s go to the bar tonight."

You want to decline. You’re not in the mood to socialize. But at the same time, you don’t want to be alone with your thoughts. So you agree.

The night air buzzes with energy as you walk through the lit-up streets. Maria and Mercedes laugh and joke, but you remain quiet, keeping pace with them.

That’s when you see him.

He’s sitting on the sand of a nearby beach, his silhouette outlined by the dim glow of the streetlights. Alone, as always.

You stop in your tracks.

"What’s wrong?" Mercedes asks, turning to look at you.

You glance at Axel for a moment before replying, "You two go ahead to the bar. I’ll catch up in a bit."

Maria gives you a suspicious look but says nothing. Mercedes, more carefree, just shrugs.

"Don’t take too long."

You watch them walk away and then take a deep breath before heading toward Axel. The sand crunches under your feet, but he doesn’t react until you’re close enough.

"What are you doing here?" he asks without looking at you, his tone flat as always.

"I should be asking you that."

Axel finally looks at you, his eyes dull and filled with something you can’t quite describe.

"Clearing my head."

You sit next to him, not caring about the sand sticking to your clothes.

"You should come with us. We’re going to the bar. You could relax a little."

Axel shakes his head before you can finish.

"I can’t. My sensei forbade it."

You frown.

"Forbidden what?"

"Going out, distracting myself. He said I should only focus on the tournament."

His words hit you like a punch to the chest. It’s not just what you saw that day; it’s everything this implies. Axel doesn’t live—he merely survives.

"Axel… that’s not right."

"It doesn’t matter if it’s right or not. It’s what I have to do."

You bite your lip, frustrated by his resignation. You can’t force him to change, but you also can’t leave him like this.

"Then come with me to my apartment."

Axel looks at you, startled.

"Your apartment?"

"Yes. Just… come. Let’s talk."

He hesitates for a moment but eventually nods.

"Alright."

The walk to your apartment is filled with an uncomfortable silence. Axel walks behind you, his posture rigid, as if preparing for something. When you finally arrive, you open the door and invite him inside.

Axel steps in cautiously, scanning every corner as though he’s in unfamiliar territory. You sit on the couch and gesture for him to sit next to you.

"I need to tell you something," you start, taking a deep breath.

Axel doesn’t respond, but his gaze locks onto yours, waiting.

"I saw what happened. During training. I saw your sensei hit you."

His eyes darken, and for a moment, it seems like he’s about to say something, but he doesn’t.

"I want you to know I’m sorry for not doing anything. I just stood there, watching, and… I’m sorry."

Axel lowers his gaze, his hands clenched into fists on his knees.

"You didn’t have to do anything," he says finally, his voice barely a whisper. "I’m used to it."

"You shouldn’t be. No one should be."

Axel lifts his head, his eyes meeting yours. For the first time, you see something different in them. Pain. Vulnerability.

You instinctively move closer, placing your hand over his.

"You don’t have to go through this alone."

Axel doesn’t reply, but he doesn’t pull away. Then, before you can think, your lips brush against his.

The kiss is soft at first, filled with hesitation and uncertainty. But then, it’s as if something inside him breaks. His hands, always so restrained, find your waist, pulling you closer.

It’s a kiss filled with repressed emotions, with everything he never says, with everything he never allows himself to feel.

When you finally pull away, Axel lowers his gaze, his breathing unsteady.

"Thank you," he whispers, his voice breaking.

You take his face in your hands, forcing him to look at you.

"You don’t have to thank me. I just want you to be okay."

Axel nods slowly, as though those words are hard for him to process.

"I'm glad you were there," he says, his voice a little louder. I'm glad it was you.

A slight smile appears on his lips. It's so rare to see him smile that it excites you even more. He kisses you again, but this time the kiss is more intense, more desperate.

"I would like to do it," he says, his eyes fixed on you. "I want to do it with you".

You blush.

"Axel…"

"I've imagined it many times," he continues, his fingers caressing your arm. "I have imagined what it would be like, how you would feel under my body"

Your breath catches in your throat. You didn't expect him to say it so openly.

But at the same time... you can't deny that you like it.

"Axel" you say, taking a breath. "Axel, you don't have to..."

"I want," he says, before you can finish. I want a lot.

He looks at you with pleading eyes, and something inside you falls apart.

"All right," you say, before you can change your mind.

Axel smiles, excited, and picks you up in his arms before lifting you off the couch. He guides you to your room with your help.

The first thing he does when they arrive is take off your clothes. He undresses you, trembling a little under Axel's fixed gaze. He takes off his clothes with difficulty, as if he weren't used to it. And when he finally has you naked at his feet, he smiles.

"You are beautiful," he says, with admiration. Exactly as I imagined.

You blush, excited, as Axel kneels between your legs.

"I want to see you," he says, looking at you with an expression full of curiosity. I want to see all parts of you. Tell me what I should do. I want you to enjoy.

You get a little excited by his honesty, but you realize that Axel has no experience in these things. So you take his hand and guide it to your pussy. You place it over your inner lips and apply pressure.

"Here" you say. "Stroke here".

Axel nods and begins to do exactly what you told him, his fingers caressing your lips gently. Then, when he seems more confident, he inserts two fingers into you and begins to move them carefully.

"Is this okay?" he asks. "Do you like it?"

"Yes", closing your eyes. "Yes, more".

"What more?" he says, curious.

"Stronger. Deeper".

Axel bites his lip before obeying, increasing the rhythm and pressure. And while his fingers make love to you, he kisses you as well, his mouth exploring every part of you that he can reach. His lips caress your neck, your breasts, your thighs, until he finally finds your pussy and begins to lick it gently.

"Axel" let go, your hips moving uncontrollably.

"Say it" he says. "Say it. Do you want me to eat you?"

"Yes" you moan, your fingers caressing her hair.

"Well" he says, smiling, and sinks deeper into you.

His lips suck on your inner lips, and his tongue enters you, moving skillfully, making you feel like you're about to explode. And when his fingers return to you, they begin to caress your clitoris, and it's too much for you.

"Axel", your body arching over the bed.

Axel lifts his eyes, excited, as your hips continue to move over his face. Then, before he can stop, you have an orgasm on his lips and fingers.

Axel licks you for a few moments, but then he sits down, his breathing quickened. You blush at his intense gaze.

"You taste so delicious" he says, kissing your thighs. "I love the taste of your pussy"

You get excited by his words, and before you can react, Axel takes your mouth with his, kissing you passionately.

"Axel" you whisper, taking his face in your hands.

"Do you want me to continue?" he asks, with a smile. "I want to fuck you. I want to fuck you until you come again".

"Yes," you say, excited by his words.

And that's exactly what he does.

Axel penetrates you gently, his eyes always on yours, as if he needs to make sure everything is okay. And when you feel comfortable, he begins to move carefully, his rhythmic thrusts.

"Axel" groans "God!"

Axel smiles and kisses you while he fucks you, his lips tracing your breasts and your neck.

"Axel… I'm going to…" you moan, feeling the orgasm approaching.

"Let's go," says Axel. "Come to me"

And you do it.

Your orgasm makes your hips arch over the bed, and Axel keeps fucking you until he also reaches climax.

It spills over you with a whisper of pleasure, and then sits beside you, its fingers caressing your breasts and thighs. You smile, excited by the touch.

"That was... incredible," you say, taking their hand in yours.

"Yes," he says, with a smile.

[skellseerwriting]

5 Times Iida Thinks You’re a Boy and 1 Time He Finally Realizes

Oblivious!Iida x Fem!Androgynous!Reader

Part 1: School Uniform

Word Count: 900

Content & Warnings: Something Iida says could come off as misogynistic but I promise he’s just stupid (/aff), Iida being a vulture about people sitting on desks, takes place in the beginning of their first year, I haven’t watched MHA in 3 years so some things could be inaccurate or ooc

Summary: After chatting with Iida about proper school behavior, he makes a strange remark about school uniforms

Disclaimer: This is not a commentary on how people should (or can’t) dress based on their gender identity or assigned gender at birth. This is self projection based on my experiences, how I prefer to dress, and how I dress because of those experiences

“Get off of that desk right now! It’s disrespectful!”

Your eyebrows shot up in surprise. Quickly uncrossing your legs, you got off the flat surface and stood up with your feet firmly on the floor; facing your class rep.

“Sorry.” You told him, slightly reeling. “If you really want people to stop doing things like that, maybe try asking nicely first. I still would have listened if you had.”

Now it was Iida’s turn to recoil. It was as if the thought had never occurred to him.

“I-“ he straightened his rectangular glasses, then looked down and sighed. “I suppose you’re right. Please accept my apologies.”

His words were precise and articulated, and you couldn’t help but react positively to the way he accepted your criticism. You didn’t normally sit on desks. It was an exception you started making now that you wore pants with your school uniform. But, in his defense, this was a prestigious school, so maybe you ought to have a little more tact.

“It’s no big deal.” You reassured him. “You have a fair point, and I agree.”

His back straightened as he looked at you. The admiration that went hand-in-hand with his rigor for rules overtook him again. “Thank you. No one else here has felt the same way about respecting the school property that was once used by our great and noble predecessors.”

The way he said it made you smile. He was so passionate about these things; you couldn’t help but be endeared.

“Or the same way about being on time.” You added toothily. It wasn’t that you were a stickler for being on time like he was, but it was something you also prioritized with your education. You were kindred spirits, in that way.

“Thank you!” He repeated again, this time with more vigor and enthusiasm. “I’ve yet to see any of our other classmates understand the importance of punctuality! I’m so glad that you agree.”

Tsu moved her hand out before leaning forward. “Uh, we’re right here, ribbit.” She interjected. Beside her, Ashido rolled her eyes, but giggled.

“Sorry Tsu.” You apologized.

“Don’t worry about it.” She responded, blinking slowly. “By the way, I was wondering how you got your uniform pants; I’ve been thinking about getting a pair for myself.”

“I’m sorry to inform you Tsu, but pants are to be worn by male students only.” Iida declared, chopping a firm hand down and missing the way it made your eyebrows furrow.

“Uh… that’s obviously not true?…” you said with confusion lacing your tone. Your palm displayed openly and awkwardly in a perplexed manner. Iida just looked at you incredulously for the span of a few silent moments. The gears in his head seemed to turn as he looked down at the pants you were currently wearing.

A tiny sound rang out from his watch.

“Oh!” He reached down to turn it off. Then, pivoted his whole body to shout to the whole class. “Attention everyone! It is now time to go to the locker rooms to change into our training uniforms before heading to the out-door training grounds! Please exit the classroom in an orderly manner!” Then, he left.

The girls and you just hung your heads and sighed in unison as people started leaving the room in a variety of different speeds. Someone even full-on sprinted out.

“That man has bolts for brains.” You said as you made your way between the desks, though the way you said it was more affectionate than mean-spirited. “He didn’t even notice that I was literally wearing pants right in front of him. There’s no rules saying girls can’t wear pants; that’s just ridiculous.”

“I think it’s kind of cute!” Ashido said, bumping into your shoulder. “He’s so attentive but couldn’t see what was right in front of him. Guys are adorable when they’re oblivious like that.”

You tried to ignore the blush you felt grazing your cheeks. Smiling at her, you said “What?” and acted as if she had just told you about some humorous prank scheme that would never work due to its sheer ridiculousness.

“You heard me.” She grinned, gesturing to let you walk through the door first. If her reaction indicated anything, it was that she noticed your reaction to her words. You held your head up high in exaggerated propriety.

“I’ll have you know, I prefer the intelligent type.”

“He falls under that category too.” Tsu countered as a joke while the three of you trailed behind the rest of your classmates down the hallway. Iida was at the head of it leading everyone, so there was no way for him to possibly overhear the conversation.

“How about we change the subject.” You proposed, moving to speed-walk farther away from them. They started giggling as they walked faster to catch up to you.

“I’m not sure we should change the subject.” Ashido laughed, popping up backwards at your left while Tsu showed up at your right. “I think I quite like the topic at hand.” She added cheerfully. “What do you think Tsu?”

Tsu ribbited before piping up with her own opinion that was mellowly weaponized against you. “I like the subject too. I miss talking about boys back in junior high.”

Making some frustrated noises, you facepalmed with an annoyed chuckle. “You two are impossible…”

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[irishsage]

Honestly the whole situation is just proof how parasocial people are with celebrities they don’t know, and especially white men: i’ve seen those kind behaviors in so much other ships

Like, they could’ve just said “that’s weird, she shouldn’t have said that” and go on with their days but no, they had to criticize her career, her character and her relationship with her husband, publicly on the internet ? It’s like they were waiting for a reason to dislike her.

Bc let’s face it, most of chenford fans on twitter hide behind this ship when actually they’re shipping the actors together and secretly want them to end up together, but at the end, they’re just making awkward for everybody.

The problem is not that people are offended about some things Ros said in the podcast, which can be totally valid, the problem is that they’re trying to act like Eric is some victim trapped in his marriage: when he disagree with his wife, he says it openly, that’s how a marriage actually work, and if there some issues in their marriage, that is absolutely not our business.

We don’t know what happens behind doors and they been married for almost 2 decades, we don’t know how their dynamic as a couple is, and they tend to forget that they don’t actually know this man : if her behavior was really bothering him, he would’ve left years ago, there is not need to babying a 48 year old man.

He knows who he married, he has free will.

And let’s not get started on how they using all of this as an opportunity to pit against each other his wife and his coworker/friend, like he’s some trophy: it’s truly pathetic

Nobody is forcing them to like his wife, but if it affects his work and how he interacts publicly with Mel, that would be entirely their fault bc trust that if he has to choose between his marriage and his work, he will absolutely choose his marriage, no matter how much he loves his job.

I really hope it doesn’t happen bc I really love chenford (I literally started the show bc I’ve seen clips of them on tik tok and thought that they had great chemistry), but stans are really it for all of us, just bc they don’t know how to behave like normal people over a fictional ship.

I talked about nearly all of the points you bring up in my previous posts.

Also, notice the changes in eric's and especially ros's social media posts following this recent wave of criticism directed at Roselyn. On top of that, she's now with him in Miami at his Palm Republic M&Gs AND supposedly she'll be with him at the M&G in Paris too, where Mel is scheduled to be. She has completely valid reasons for being by her man but it's also a "back off my marriage!" power move. I've seen people hate her for being his plus one ... like??? I stg they only hate it b/c it ruins their delusion illusion of Meleric.

[super-hero-confessions]

I very much disagree with the hypocritical strawman that Romy/Gambit is for women and feminism and Rogueneto/Magneto is for gooners and men who are jealous of Gambit and hate women because that's not true at all.

There are normal Romy/Gambit stans but there are also normal Rogueneto/Magneto stans. And yes, there are also women who prefer Magneto and men who prefer Gambit. Which means there are also gooners in the Romy fandom as well. This isn't me saying all men are gooners, there are female fans who are also capable of similar behavior.

I disagree that Magneto is for men and Gambit is for women. To me, that's like saying a woman is a pick-me because she doesn't have interest in hobbies or fashion that women are "supposed" to like. Women aren't obligated to be on Team Gambit just because they're women. Likewise, there are many men out there who would much rather be Team Remy instead of Team Erik. 

My point is there is nothing wrong with being a woman or man and liking what you like. My issue is when people use gender-stereotyping to claim that their ship is the better or more "progressive" ship, using buzzwords like gooner, misogyny, feminism, etc. People are allowed their preferences. Also, if you wanna call Rogueneto shippers gooners and misogynists over the whole Savage Land thing, then it's pretty hypocritical to like/repost Romy art and memes focusing on Rogue's ass.

[ginnyw-potter]

Do you consider yourself a Harry Potter fan? Ginny Weasley was a fan of him as a child, just because he's a character from books. Ginny wants this character for herself and continues to "never give up on dreaming about him." It's a pitiful sight, as she hasn't overcome her childish behavior. There is not a single example where it would be shown that Ginny loves Harry just like that. And you know what?! After everything Harry's been through, he needs a normal family of his own, which Ginny definitely can't give. Ginny is absolutely not kind. She calmly insults, ridicules, and physically beats people. Ginny is "understanding" only when it suits her. So you're Harry's biggest hater if you want Ginny Weasley for his wife. Ginny wouldn't even have looked at Harry if Harry wasn't Harry Potter, a hero.

Ginny Weasley sucks

hahah anon I turned my anon asks back on less than a day ago. I must occupy so much space in that brain of yours

I hope you heal from whatever ails you, anon.

Ginny's first meeting him she has heard tales of him for years and she's a curious kid! She just wants to meet him on the train. We don't know if there were literaly books about Harry, but she grows up with hearing of him. Not only through tales, but perhaps also through hushed voices by her parents, talking about a couple younger than them who had a kids the age of Ron who tragically died and leaving the boy to go to muggles.

Harry is a mystery to her and one she never hears the full story about because she's too young and her brothers would never tell her the details they find out. She is curious.

Harry watches her run after the train when it leaves. He is paying attention to her. He is the one running after the train to wave off his own kids in the epilogue. it's a full-circle moment.

Then she heard Ron talk about Harry all through summer and finds out he is every bit the boy he is said to be and brave. but he is still a mystery, who is suddenly in her kitchen?? Yeah she gets a little spooked. and then that nervousness builds up to the point that talking to him becomes hard and he gets put on an even bigger pedestal.

And you can hardly take him off that pedestal when he saves you from Voldemort and kills a basilisk.

After that point they start to gradually get to know each other because Harry stays at the Burrow etc. This is the point where she gets to actually know him more until they start dating She stops liking him for being famous and starts seeing all the wonderful sides of him.

They share the same values, humour and interests. They're both snarky. When Percy walks with his chest out to show off his badge while talking to (I believe it was) Penelope, they look at each other because they both think he's being ridiculous and need to hide their laughs. They don't even have to speak and they're not even close friends then but they laugh together.

I'm not sure where you got that Ginny isn't kind? While she appears to have many friends, she is often seen with people like Luna and Neville who are kind of seen as underdogs. Yes, she calls Luna Loony once, but everyone was doing it. They become friends and they're close. Ginny lost her brother at the Battle of Hogwarts and she doesn't stop helping, she goes out on the grounds (while Harry has been asked to sacrifice himself, which she also has to cope with) to get wounded people inside and is seen comforting a girl who doesn't want to fight anymore.

Ginny continues the DA together with Neville and Luna to protect the younger students and continues to speak up.

We never see her physically beating people? You know who is always ready to fight? Ron, who will absolutely throw down his wand to pummel someone. You know who actually punches Draco? Hermione.

We see Ginny use a bat-bogey hex twice. Once in the Department of Mysteries, against literal death eaters. The other time she uses it on Zacharias Smith, who is canonically just a little annoying. He was being nosy and trying to find out all the gossip about the battle in the Department of Mysteries and Ginny puts a stop to it.

She has the same amount of snark as Harry does, that's why it works out. Harry is never going to be normal and he knows that. what he needs is someone who isn't scared by him and his story. Ginny is the only other person he knows that has been possessed by Voldemort and the only person who dares to speak up to him when he gets in a mood.

He is not weak, he doesn't need someone who babies him. Ginny is gentle and kind, but also strong and firm when she needs to be. Someone who balances him out.

Most of all, that man needs to have someone where he feels safe and who is a comfort to him.

Remind me again, I'm suddenly a bit fuzzy on the details... who is said to be Harry's greatest source of comfort? I'm sure it'll come to me in a minute...

[cazort]

i am 100% on board with this post except that i like cunts and i think this post is unfairly negative to them by equating them with people who act mean towards others.

i have noticed that this same phenomenon though plays out with all sorts of other behaviors, like:

driving drunk

cheating on your taxes

being rude to waitstaff

yelling at partners or calling them names

closing off or treating your partner coldly or withholding affection to "punish" them for bad behavior

i also think it useful to understand where people get this stuff. the answer is usually simple: they grew up surrounded by it.

i had an ex who would yell at me and call me names and sometimes treat me coldly or withhold affection if she was mad at me, and would get jealous of me hanging out alone with other friends. it turns out her dad had used to treat her that way and her parents would treat each other that way, so it kind of normalized those sorts of treatments.

understanding this is important because it drives in the importance of setting good examples. people need to see examples of good parenting, good relationships, and good human interactions both IRL and in media. this helps provide a counter-example.

most people are trying to do better in some ways, and it's a heck of a lot easier to do better if you see examples of HOW to do better and examples that draw attention to the fact that you COULD do better, vs. if you rarely or never see those things.

BTW this is why I hate modern angsty TV and movies where all the relationships are antagonistic and strained. seriously, if someone grows up with shitty role models and then watches media where all the role models are themselves shitty, is it really unsurprising when they continue to act shitty?

this is like 90% of media nowadays IMHO.

yes i hate it and yes i am very angry at the people who produce it and control programming and try to constantly force that shit down my throat.

like i go on the TV and specifically watch Star Trek TNG because it's the most wholesome thing ever and like 90% of the ads that play before the show are from some angst-laden, violence-laden, yelling-fest packed with disrespectful language and treatment.

if they are showing me, someone who is specifically seeking out my wholesome comfort show, these ads...what the hell would they be showing the average person? i imagine it would be 10 times worse.

it's a real problem and i want a revolution over it.

when u act normal ppl who are cunts think ur going out of your way to act really nice bc they dont realise that acting normal comes naturally to most people

[idontmindifuforgetme]

lived my whole life in guilt bc i thought i was responsible for people's feelings. newly realizing that other people are responsible for their feelings and reactions, even if they make it seem like i'm the problem. a lot of the time it really has to do w them and their own emotional regulation. i can't keep thinking i'm not allowed to have space bc of other people's insecurities. like i literally refuse to dim myself. other people are responsible for their feelings just as i'm responsible for mine.