#like… as any woman what do you do in that situation with a known abuser

[schtrawberry]

[3] personal astrology observations

[!] this is mostly an introspective view into my chart; in no way, shape, or form am i saying that any of this is fact or set in stone, nor am i saying that i am a professional astrologer. these are just presences that exist within my chart that i've felt manifest themselves in real life. simply put, take what resonates and leave what doesn't :)

— the observation that venus in the 9th house and sagittarius mars natives are far more likely to be attracted to foreigners and/or meet their future partner/s in a foreign country is true!

[nothing, just felt like confirming, esp as someone w both these placements 🤭 like, i honestly am more likely to be approached (in a romantic setting) by a foreigner both in-person and online!]

═ sun square neptune is the aspect of daydreamers. they're always thinking about an idealized version of the future or dwelling on the past. rarely do they ever think in the present. it is often easier for them to drift off into a daze either thinking about what could have been or everything that could be.

☰ chiron in fifth house indicates pain associated with creative passions and self-expression. one may have had negative experiences that have led them to feel insecure about these aspects of life; thus leading them to distance themselves from openly expressing themselves creatively. they may take great care to keep their works of art private, tone down certain parts of their personality, and may even feel ashamed to explain themselves when others ask them about certain aspects of their creative and self-expression because of negative feedback they could have gotten in the past.

but with such pain comes empathy and understanding. once developed, these natives are the first to take notice and are the fastest to lend a sensitive ear as well as a supportive hand as soon as they see others going through the same struggle.

☱ sun-lilith in harsh aspects might have been told to cover up more by both peers and grown-ups, even when wearing "acceptable" clothing when they were kids. this placement can indicate an individual that was more sexualized from a young age, which can lead to them either being hypersexual or overly-reserved sexually in adulthood.

☲ lilith in the seventh house can indicate an individual that struggles to commit and open up about who they are to their partner/s. people with lilith in this house may have had bad experiences with marriage (perhaps witnessing bad divorces or tumultuous long-term relationships between their parents) and therefore might be turned off by the thought of marriage and/or long-term partnerships.

and though this doesn't mean that the native will be a lone soul forever, it does make one more likely to have these sort of relationships at a significantly older age in comparison to other signs.

[tw: mention of domestic violence in my personal experience, i have witnessed my parents go through an incredibly bad separation (tons of emotional abuse, infidelity, and a situation actually involving domestic violence) which has honestly made me quite hesitant to get married, even as i approach my mid-20s.]

☴ the cancer rising urge to cry when someone you care about is crying or in distress in general.

☳ a few asteroid notes:

note: asteroids are less impactful to one's personality, physicality, etc. compared to personal planets. they tend to only be relevant to one's chart if they are either in a tight orb (0-1°) or have major aspects to personal planets, preferably conjunctions or oppositions.

✢ messalina (545) known as the most promiscuous woman in rome, empress messalina is still recognized today as a symbol of uncontrolled, violent, irrational, and impulsive behavior. this asteroid reminds me very much of lilith in that it is representative of dark feminine energy and having this prominent in one's chart can be indicative of an individual that is not afraid to use their sexuality to their advantage or to create harm unto others in different aspects of their lives, but especially in terms of romantic and sexual relationships.

✢ anagolay (3757) is an potentially hazardous asteroid named after anagolay, the tagalog goddess of lost things and the daughter of the hermaphroditic goddess of seasons, lakapati. she is culturally-recognized for her ability to find not only physical objects but also abstract possessions like lost opportunities and faded memories. having this prominent in one's chart can suggest an individual that is very in-tune with cycle of nature and the subsequent passage of time. they may be more sensitive to bouts of nostalgia where they dwell on things that could have been and the way that things were. may also just indicate a person that is hypersensitive to losing physical things, though.

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[bitdemonic]

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i’m only going to state this once, if you read this let it be known that i’m not joking or being lighthearted in the slightest.

before any and everything, i am a black woman. we are amongst the minority of people that are emotionally/physically abused, disrespected, and disregarded just for existing; punished for being bold, for having pride, for being born. we shake rooms with our presence and make people cower with our demeanor and for that we are punished—all we have is our voice, that’s all we can use to be understood and heard, but more importantly go down with in a fight.

for some strange, intolerable and ill mannered reason, this platform’s communities still goes against our word; paints a narrative and runs with everything but the truth, essentially silencing black women’s voices over and over again. this is what i do not, will not, and never will stand for.

as a black woman, i do defend my people against racism, whether or not it’s subtle, blatant, or undetected—too many of y’all have gone without confrontation and that ends with me, it also ends with my mutuals. we are loud as HELL when it comes to our respect and will continue to be, because if not then who will? a lot of people on this platform are stuck in a mindset that hinders their perception of living, breathing humans but the minute they’re checked it’s white women tears, not on our watch.

idgaf who, what, or how y’all believe, act, or think but know i get ignorant when it’s about mine. i post content and go about my business, but this week has been extremely hectic and broadcast as such because it is DESERVED. i’m not one to be silenced, nobody but myself has the power to do so. if i ever am involved in an online altercation, dispute and interaction know that it’s because it’s my right to use that voice. i talk a lot of shit but it’s never unwarranted; my friends have been lied on and talked about all damn day, but can anyone say we’re in the wrong? if you do then remember that you’re a part of the problem.

“it’s not always racism,” “you’re always saying it’s black vs white” “it’s not always about color”—but it is. it always will be, that’s written years and years beyond our time, it’s legitimate history. history repeats itself, doesn’t it? when situations or circumstances arrive and it regards skin tone, culture, or appearance some of y’all will never understand what we do. being black is a double edged sword and it’s because of announcements like this.

come at me with the utmost respect or get met with absolute disrespect, it’s that simple. none of y’all are above getting cussed out and you’re definitely not above God—there is nothing or nobody that can instill fear in my bones, especially if it pertains my expression towards humans alike. many of y’all haven’t been checked but keep on fucking around and you absolutely will.

i post tarot and will continue to, it’s my passion and profession, but it will NEVER come at the expense of basic human decency. stop crying wolf if someone (black!) tells you you’re in the wrong, you’re inherently reverting to your ancestral, white washed [or tone deaf] ways and silencing our freedom of speech. follow this page with discernment of these guidelines because at the end of the day you’re in my space, it will not be altered to your specifications. i have opinions, i have concerns, and i have authority, all of which will forever be used.

treat black women with the same courtesy as your next door neighbor, nobody is above anyone and whenever that is tested it will be met with consequences.

[punkpandapatrixk]

☆°・. Aries Girl Culture .・°☆ | Punk Girl Culture

Note: the 'culture' described in this post can resonate with any Aries/1H/Mars placement and conjunction you may have in your natal chart~♡

The 1st Star on the zodiac wheel. Aries is the first physical embodiment of Spirit into Matter. Seated right between Pisces and Taurus, Aries can still be soft and empathetic (Pisces attributes) whilst holding the capacity for immovably strong leadership based on clear values (Taurus attributes).

Aries girlies are usually those who fight for justice like it's nobody's business. Because! Yeah, right, most of the time nobody makes it their business to fight for justice. This girlie is the baddest badass there ever is. She's Fire. She's Masculine. She sits across Libra the Diplomat. She's Cardinal♡That word means—she's IMPORTANT.

🐏🌷Irene (Red Velvet), Sakamoto Maaya, Keira Knightly, Lady Gaga, Mariah Carey, Halle Bailey, Emma Watson, Anya Taylor-Joy, Lisa (BLACKPINK)

The Divine, The Good, The Bad, The Bullshit

Appearance

୨୧ Worldwide famous for a youthful appearance. Actually, 'childlike' may be the word to describe her but depending on how you say it, she may or may not feel a little offended XD

୨୧ Literally thee prettiest girl ngl. Maybe due to that undercurrent Libra aenergy. But she ain't Libra; she Aries. What that means is: lotsa people assume she has a bad personality just because she's that pretty.

୨୧ It's because she has a fierceness in her eyes. Those are Warrior eyes, baby. She can't help her eyes looking 'mean' because she always means business. If her eyes scare you, maybe check the facts before you assume?

୨୧ Prolly has the healthiest hair with the littlest effort. If Leo is known for glorious, magnificent hair, Aries is known for a healthy scalp and strong, shiny hair strands. She ought to take care of her nutrition as she grows older tho.

୨୧ Permanent cheek blush without makeup! Especially after working out or doing yoga lmao She needs to consider that before applying makeup so as not to look like a hot mess under the sun.

୨୧ Nobody, I repeat, nobody, does red lips like she does. The right shade of red lipstick is her power move in this world that can often underestimate her boldness just because she has a baby face smh

Personality

୨୧ Loves competition—in a casual and silly manner most of the time. She's rarely ever that serious about it because she's hardly malicious. Though people could think she's arrogant just because she believes in herself and her capabilities.

୨୧ The whole time, she's just fiercely confident and doesn't give a fuck about pleasing other people. She ain't even need approval. She lives on her own terms and conditions. That undercurrent Libra aenergy actually makes her super smart!

୨୧ And once you get past her fiery gaze, you'll discover a gal who's deep down super sweet and warm. She's super chill with those she cares about and will share her snacks and gadgets.

୨୧ She cares about you and your problems like they're her own. So don't be a little bitch and take advantage of her warmth and kindness. She literally only cares for someone if she thinks of them as her friend.

୨୧ It's true that an Aries girl gets super heartbroken when losing someone dearest to her. That Libra aenergy makes her deeply loving in a way she may not always know how to verbalise but... She'll always love herself more than you.

୨୧ Sooo if she's burnt bridges to her, which she always does upon learning the depth of people's love for her, chances are, they gave her the matchsticks and the gasoline. Which is always such a loss, because...

Values

୨୧ Aries is DA GURL to save yo stupid ass from a toxic relationship. She's that one friend who isn't bothered by getting labelled as an 'anomaly of a woman' because she refuses to abide by patriarchy.

୨୧ In a group situation, she's most likely to jump to the defence of those abused and maltreated by society. The kinda gal who fights tooth and nail to defend her best friend, sometimes to her detriment.

୨୧ Still, if witnessed by the right people, she's thee definition of a girl's girl. She's the one that stands up against the cruelty of men and that's why she stands out! Weak and mean girls and boys hate that about her.

୨୧ Aries is the girl who fights for her dream life, too. You'd better not be in her way tho. She's just gonna burn you with her passion. She may be babie, but she a baby god! She doesn't play around. She's dead serious about LIVING.

୨୧ Exactly because she's baby, more than anybody else she gets that Life is precious. That's why she's driven and motivated with a strong sense of purpose: TO LIVE.

୨୧ To be something. To be someone. To have a name to her when all's said and done. To leave her mark in the world. To leave the world a more exciting, more expansive place because she was in it.

Aries’s Unique Kind of Bullshit

୨୧ What's really hard about being Aries is that everybody is in a competition with her, even when she didn't start or ask for it. There's a sense of her being better than everyone else, in all kinds of fields, but especially in terms of status and popularity smh

୨୧ The whole time, she's just mad workaholic. She's the one person who's most competitive with herself! And that's how she became the most competent worker/colleague/boss/leader what have you. And she's really quite friendly/social. We know that's a key ingredient to popularity and success -_-

୨୧ Except for when she lacks focus. An Aries who lacks direction, and a proper guidance, could find herself hopping from one interest to the next, real quick!, for the first 30 years of her Life. And then suddenly, she's grown and still has nothing to be proud of herself.

୨୧ Temper tantrums with one unaccomplished Aries could be HELLA CRAZIIIEEEE. Nobody deserves to deal with her kinda bullshit. She could have very little patience with people she deems have wasted her time or are incompetent at their job.

୨୧ Makes up her mind real quick, which could be a positive at emergency situations, but she could just as easily jump the gun or even jump to conclusions. Sigh...that's why maturing is important. Still, presented with facts/perspective, she's just as easy to adjust her stance.

୨୧ Prone to being 'blinded by love' as they say it. Maybe because her casual innocence has a tendency to translate into being gullible. She thinks most everybody in the world is just as honest and straightforward as her, which is utter bullshit. Demands to be worshipped in her relationships.

Spiritual Purpose! ♥︎

୨୧ Aries came into this world to manifest the dreams of the Cosmos into physical Reality. Perhaps this is why she's a fighter with a strong Ego. The Ego is the Lower Self. The Ego is the function within a Human that drives her to do and be active; acquire things, knowledge and experiences; as well as achieve success, glory and fame.

୨୧ The Aries Ego is a baby-god-ego that has the potential to inspire other Humans to stand in their very own individuality, for there lies their unique expression of Divinity in Human form. It would be the end of this world if everybody were only diplomatic and community-orientated as Libra! We need balance in this world because this world is rife with manipulators.

୨୧ It breaks her heart to bear witness to how compassion, patience and empathy of good people are weaponised against them. This happens a lot in politics and religion, which is why she educates herself on that, even if she doesn't necessarily feel that strongly about it; but she knows, there's a good cause to fight for out there: The independence of the Human Intellect.

୨୧ Remember, she's very smart! It's that Libra influence; but in contrast to Libra's diplomatic inclinations, she prides herself in having a mind of her own. For her, there's very little sense in parroting a dogma or a paradigm whereby the genesis (Aries attribute) is already blurry and quite long forgotten. She'll never let herself be that unoriginal tch

୨୧ For being smart, observant and having a strict no-bullshite policy, she finds herself often the only one who's noticing all the jerks her gal friends are dating (or into). It takes everything in her to bite her tongue and not say a damn thing unless asked. She needs help with her own crushes tho!

୨୧ She has the fresh eye of a baby to explore all of her potentials so they see the light of day, as well as the innocent heart of a toddler that believes in forgiveness and second chances. Buuut...that's just an ideal. In this unideal world, she just grows up to become a fiery dragon you can't mess with a second time~ She never takes people back in.

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[holyhadesimweird]

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pairing : knight!ichigo kurosaki x princess!reader

summary : ichigo has no choice but to take you away. after all, it is his duty to protect you, no matter the cost. and now, ichigo has to make sure the love of his life is not found.

word count : 1.2k

warnings : swearing, abusive family, me not knowing how to cook in medieval times

note : this isn't gonna be completely accurate to medieval times, but just go with the flow okay?

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saying a goodbye to renji, ichigo continued leaning against the doorframe to watch you. you had taken a blanket and a book, and set up a little area for you to read while he talked with renji inside.

this was no ordinary situation you found yourselves in. you were a princess, and he was your knight. however, those titles were a thing of the past.

about half a year ago, you'd had to escape from your life as royalty. your father was not a good man. he was abusive and was going to force you to marry an old duke in the name of 'forming an alliance'. when your father announced his intentions of marrying you off, you had immediately begged him to reconsider. he would hear none of it and afterwards, you bore a black eye in consequence.

before that instance, you thought you had been doing an excellent job at keeping your father's violence towards you a secret from ichigo. but, he was your knight and of course had known for a long time, however, both your lives were threatened by your father in order to keep him in line and to keep him silent.

when ichigo had realized there was no changing your father's mind and that this would only be the continuation of an awful life for you, he planned for you both to run away.

the night ichigo snuck you out of the castle was also the same night he confessed his feelings for you. he hated the thought of what your father was trying to force you into and couldn't bear the thought of you married to someone else. but he knew that no matter your feelings towards him, he would help you escape if that's what you wanted.

to his surprise, when he was done confessing, you'd practically thrown yourself into his arms and kissed him with all your might.

that same night with the help of some of your handmaidens, you and ichigo ran away. it took a week of almost non-stop travel for you to reach the village that ichigo was born and raised in.

karakura village was the perfect place to hide you in. ichigo had his friends and family here. no one here liked your father as ruler and would most rather spit in his face, and any of his officials, than talk to anyone about you, even if they knew your real identity.

the first month was hard on you. it wasn't easy running away from your home and to change lifestyles. but, you adjusted well and ichigo could tell you were happier here than in the castle.

"you're staring." ichigo heard you say. snapping out of his thoughts, he focused on you again. you had stood up, blanket and book in arm, and were now making your way towards him.

“how could i not when i have the most beautiful woman in front of me?” he questioned, a smile forming on his lips.

“how was renji?” you asked, now in front of him.

“he’s good, him and rukia are doing well as well. he wanted to tell me that rumour has it, we’ve died.” he informed you.

“my father thinks we’re dead?” you looked at him with something in your eyes, hope maybe?

“it would seem so. but it wouldn’t hurt to keep being on the lookout for anything that could put you in danger.” he replied, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. "i've asked if some of the men could keep an eye on the newcomers for anything suspicious."

“us in danger ichigo.” you said, a serious look on your face. "you know i don't like it when you try to exclude yourself from my future. you're not going to die protecting me, i won't allow it."

"well, my princess, as you wish. now, what do you say? should we go inside and make dinner? i know you're hungry."

"shut up you idiot. you're the one who's hungry."

“…why would you ever think that?”

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“you really think this is a good idea?” renji asked ichigo. the two had returned to your cabin, where the rest of the now large group were spending time together while they were gone.

"i'm scared renji." ichigo confessed, taking a deep breath. "i was her knight, the one entrusted to protect the princess and i stole her away. her father was a piece of shit and i took her away. i'm scared that one day, when we've finally stopped worrying about him, that he's going to come and take her away from me."

"they announced the princess' death was a result of consumption. i don't think they suspect anything and would come for you." renji told his friend, who was looking at a dagger in his hands.

"i know. but i can't help but fear that this beautiful life we've started for ourselves is going to disappear one day." ichigo continued. "it's why i'm going to teach her to defend herself. it'll bring me peace of mind and help her become more confident in going out into town."

"it is an honourable thing to do, you know. to keep protecting and defending her. to give her the opportunity to do most things women in other regions can't do."

"thank you renji. now let's go see what the women have been up to without us." ichigo said, opening the door to your cabin.

the cabin was filled with laughter as renji and ichigo walked in. the house smelled of freshly baked bread and delicious meats that you were currently taking out of oven.

"ichigo! renji!" orihime exclaimed. "you're just in time. we just finished making dinner."

"did you find what you wanted?" uryu asked ichigo, knowing why the two went into town today.

"he did. now, what did we miss while we were gone?" renji asked, taking away the attention from the errand.

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"you had this made for me?" you asked, looking at the dagger ichigo held in his hands.

after everyone had left for the night, you two made your way to your shared bedroom in order to prepare for bed. you'd just sat down on the bed when ichigo had told you he wanted to talk to you.

"i did." he confirmed. he was currently kneeling in front of you as you sat on the bed. "i know your father thinks we're dead and is covering it up so we most likely don't have to worry about him anymore... but to be honest with you, i'm scared. i'm scared that one day i won't be able to protect you and i need to know that you can protect yourself."

"oh ichigo..." you said softly, placing the blade down on the nightstand and taking his face in your hands. he leaned into your touch, closing his eyes. "nothing will happen to me. but i will learn how to wield this dagger for you."

"thank you my dear." ichigo said, opening his eyes to look at you again.

"now, if you don't get in this bed and cuddle me, i will throw a royal sized tantrum ichigo!" you exclaimed, making the man laugh loudly before tackling you into the bed.

[radfemsiren]

A big reason why I don’t take “what about male victims🥺” seriously is because men consistently define “abuse” and “violence” as any boundary that blocks access to women’s bodies. It’s insidious and a manipulation tactic I don’t fall for.

I was arguing with this bisexual guy that told me women were far more homophobic than men. “How is that so? Describe the exact situation.” I said.

“Well the second they find out I’m bi, they don’t want to keep dating me! Or have sex! Like I’m unclean!”

I had to laugh in his face. This isn’t the only ridiculous time an interaction went like this, where a man demands access to women’s bodies, domestic labor, emotional labor, etc… and labels the upholding of a boundary on our own bodies, time, and spaces as “abuse” “manipulation” “homophobia” or “transphobia”

Like that woman that went on strike in her home and refused to clean, since she was the only one doing so. All these men came out of the wooodwork to say this is domestic abuse. Really? For letting her husband pick up his own dirty underwear ??

Or this man, for example, who is a well known sexual predator (whose crimes have been documented on YouTube) that has been on TikTok live for weeks now spouting this rhetoric:

Maybe we would take “male victims” seriously if you didn’t call every time you didn’t get your way and threw a tantrum about it “abuse” or “bigotry” lmao.

Actual male victims of actual crimes like rape and murder are done almost entirely by other men. Male on male crime is not ever going to be of concern to me, figure it out amongst yourselves. If you actually gave a shit about male victims, you would point the finger at the number one rapist, killers, and abusers of men and boys: MEN!

[nobodysuspectsthebutterfly]

Hi, I was wondering if you could answer a question I had about how much authority a lord has over his extended family members. Like if a lord wants to marry off one of his brother’s daughters, can he do so even if his brother refuses to agree? Who holds the most authority in a situation like that? Does it change depending on the status of the lord in question- like if he was a king, lord paramount or someone from a great house rather than a more typical lord?

Again re feudalism, a lord has as much authority as his vassals allow him, and vassals include family members. (And "allow" includes what they feel they must do per traditions and societal pressures.) Look at how Hoster Tully tried to marry off his brother Brynden to Bethany Redwyne. Brynden refused, and though this pissed off Hoster and strained his relationship with his brother, that's how he left it. A more cruel lord, who loved his brother less and his status more, might use more pressure to get his way. Lords are not bound by any law or custom to support their family members, so in the case you mention, that lord might then tell his brother "fine, then, you and your daughters have to leave". And faced with having to make his own way in the world while supporting his girls, the brother might bow his head and submit. Or maybe he would decide to be a hedge knight after all, or maybe he'd have in-laws he could look to for support, it all depends.

Though again re feudalism (because the feudal contract goes both ways), theoretically this brother could try to go over his lord brother's head and appeal to their overlord. See for example Lord Wyman Webber, who when faced with a daughter, Rohanne, who refused to marry per his command, instead wrote a will that said she had to marry within two years of his death or the lordship and the castle of Coldmoat would go to her cousin instead. It was asked within the story, couldn't Lady Rohanne appeal to her overlord, Lord Rowan, and have him override the will? Well, she tried, but that Webber cousin just happened to be married to Lord Rowan's sister, and so he upheld the will. But maybe in a different situation something could be done -- perhaps the overlord is known to be particularly noble, or perhaps this pressured brother has a connection to the overlord (maybe via his wife, maybe they were companions in battle or as squires). But still, the brother would have to take his daughter with him during this appeal, or he might return to find out she's been married off in his absence.

And as for the girl herself, could she not refuse? Even if she's underage, isn't it true, as Sansa thinks, "Not even the High Septon himself could declare a woman married if she refused to say the vows"? Well, we have Sansa's own example, where when she was faced with marrying Tyrion, Cersei told her she could be dragged to the altar and make a spectacle to be laughed at but they'd still make her do it anyway... and so Sansa submitted and said the vows. See also how Randyll Tarly forced his son Sam to join the Night's Watch. Sam didn't have to submit, there is no law saying he had to obey, but his father threatened to kill him if he didn't, and due to Sam's experience with his father's abuse (and what that abuse did to his personality), he fully believed him. Someone once asked me if an overlord could help there (though weirdly they mentioned Stannis, who wouldn't be able to do anything even if he wanted to), and the point I had to explain was that Sam was so beaten down by the abuse he never would have even considered going over his father's head, even if he could have somehow escaped his father's guards on the way north.

So with these examples, you can see where the status of the lord in question may change things -- a king, for example, has no overlords to appeal to. A lord paramount's brother could only appeal to the king. This status also changes what pressure the lord can bring to bear -- a very small lord may only have a sworn sword to threaten his brother with, a bigger lord could have a whole garrison, and the king would have not just the Kingsguard and the castle guard and the city guard but theoretically every lord and soldier in the country to use as pressure. Again, feudalism works both ways.

And generally none of this is even stated aloud. Everybody just knows the answer to "you and what army?" and so even family members understand what their lord pressuring them means. (Girls particularly innately understand this, along with patriarchal pressure; like Roslin Frey had no real choice at the Red Wedding but to obey her father, brothers, uncles, and cousins.) So, like so many things in ASOIAF's medieval-inspired era, the personal is the political. Only the personalities of the people involved, and their means of pressure or access routes to escape, are what truly defines what can happen in cases like this.

[drdemonprince]

do you have any advice for navigating a friendship with a trans kids whose parent is transphobic? my uncle started dating this woman when her kid was 2 or 3, and then they broke up 8 or 9 years later. i consider this kid my cousin and xe has been an active part of my life through that whole time up until the break up just under three years ago. ive still been able to see xem occasionally but certainly with much less frequency. ive suspected for a few years now that xe is trans. xyr christmas gifts from me are almost always queer/trans books of some kind, and to be honest a lot of the reasons i show up in my family the way i do is so that a) xe can see a happy queer adult just being alive and b) to pave the way for xem to have a better experience with our family if/when xe chooses to come out. xe came out to only me a month or two ago and expressed a lot of gratitude to me for being there for xem. fast forward to today, xe is now saying xyr mom is uncomfortable with us texting and will be monitoring our texts. ive always known this was a possibility, and have followed xyr lead on what is and isnt safe to text about, and i stand by 100% of what ive texted xem. but i am really devastated by this news. xe is deleting our texts and i am not really sure how to navigate this because im sure there is a way for xyr mom to get deleted texts and i dont really want that to be like…an indicator of anything. and regardless, this is going to impact how much i can show up for xem. also this is like…just so obviously transphobic since i have known xyr mom, and known her WELL, for over a decade at this point. and shes had some pretty awful and bigoted and homophobic things to say in the past. im just really fucking sad about it to be honest and i dont really know how to navigate this in a way that preserves the relationship we do have, allows me to actually be myself, and lets me continue to have this kid as part of my life.

I think you gotta reframe this situation to make it less about how you get to still keep the kid in your life, and focus instead on what is gonna keep the kid safe. Right now, the kid being caught with any messages from you makes xem unsafe in an abusive, isolating home. My recommendation would be making yourself easy to find. Maybe even do some visible trans activism in the local community that everyone in the family will be able to know about. Make sure you have some kind of email or blog or social media page the kid could theoretically access at a better time. The kid should know where to find you when xe has a safer means of making contact. When xe gets a little bit older, then xe can begin to make decisions about potentially escaping this abusive environment and asking you for practical support, and the time may come when you can provide xem with a burner phone, some cash, or a place to crash. But for now you will have to tread really lightly so that the kid's mom doesn't escalate against xem.

[alicia-18]

Second Choice — Eminem x Reader

Summary; Y/N was used to being a second choice to everyone, so it didn’t surprise her at all when Marshall broke off their situationship in order to give things a try with Kim again. But she was surprised by the emotions that came with it.

Warnings; this fic will include mentions of domestic violence (not between Em and Y/N), drug and alcohol abuse, adult content, swearing, idiots in love, and moments where you hate both Eminem and yourself :)

Chapter Nine; Runaway

It was always a little odd around the studio without Marshall being there. You had never known the studio without him really, and before your closer involvement with him, he had only ever been away from the studio when seeing his kids or touring. But the less then positive reason for him not being there hung heavy over your head. It was impossible for you to not think about. Whether you were pondering on if this trip home was fixing things or making them worse. Or just thinking how he'd react to different things around the studio. It was weird, and you tried to busy yourself with your album but he was always lingering in the back of your thoughts. You weren't used to this. At all. Like no matter what you were doing, your mind would find a way to relate everything back to him.

"I don't think this is a good idea." You huffed for the fifth time to your manager, Stephan. He comfortingly rubbed your upper arms and stared into your eyes through the vanity mirror.

"I have already banned any mention of Eminem from the conversation, and they have agreed to keep it all centred around your album or music." When your expression didn't soften, he sighed lightly and began fiddling with your hair, ignoring your protests. "You could be getting paired with someone a lot worse than him, ya know. Given the chance I'd climb that man like a damn tree." He grinned saucily at you, his southern drawl prominent.

"You'd climb most men like a tree." You deadpanned, earning a wink that ultimately broke your serious facade.

"You're gonna do great, Y/N. Just focus on the album. This'll get people to stop talking about the last interview." It had been almost three weeks since the interview from hell, and although reporters were no longer camping outside your house, you still were being asked for comments on Em. You were avoiding any situations in which reporters would be present, but if you was going to have a successful album launch you needed to push through. Otherwise you would never succeed, and your music meant the world to you. More than some stuffy stuck up reporters anyways.

"You got this, pretty lady. Now let's go before you convince yourself to do a runner again." He poked your side playfully as you hopped off the chair. You were very thankful for Stephan. He made you feel so comfortable and confident, and despite having to give you some tough love at times, he was like your biggest cheerleader. You definitely wouldn't be where you are now without him.

He lead the way to the reporter, a man who you had been previously interviewed by. Only once, granted, but his familiar face was a lot more welcoming than the vindictive woman you were last verbally attacked by. As soon as he saw you approaching, he stood from his seat and beamed at you. "Y/N! You look more and more gorgeous everytime I see you!" He grinned and pulled you in for a welcoming hug. The cameras were rolling, and people were watching live, but you already felt more at ease.

"Eduardo, you're too kind." The Spanish man gestured to your seat politely and smiled genuinely across to you. He, thankfully, had no cue cards and was instead cuddling a steaming cup of coffee in his hands. He winked at you playfully and took a tiny sip.

"Oh please, every man must look at you and think the same thing!" He chuckled before continuing. "And you've been a busy bee since we last spoke, haven't you? Tours, features, awards and now a second album. What has been the highlight of the last year since we last spoke?" Now this, this was an interview you were happy to participate in. Eduardo was a very happy man, who didn't care too much for instigating drama, and was one of the only interviewers out there these days like that.

"There's really so much to choose from, not to sound egotistical or anythin'. My life has changed so much since signing with Dre almost three years ago now, but I've gotta say that winning 'Best New Artist' last year is up there." You tucked your hair behind you ear as Eduardo made a little cheer.

"Ah yes! A very well deserved win, I must say. I bust your first album, 'location unknown' daily!" You couldn't help but flush under the man's comments, still amazed by the amount of love your first album received. All of the boys at the studio told you it would be a huge success, but seeing that come into fruition caused you to cry whenever it was mentioned for 2 weeks straight.

"That means a lot, thank you so much." You grabbed the hand that wasn't holding his coffee cup and gave it a friendly squeeze.

"And there's been whispers of a second album coming soon. Tell me about it!" He leant in as if he was leaning on every single word you had to say, as if he truly was a fan of your music. With Eduardo, he's the only reporter you'd actually believe when he claimed that. Mainly because after your last interview he showed you a video of him and his friends drunkenly rapping along to one of the songs from your album.

"I'm beyond excited to release my second album — 'runaway'! It really gives a closer look into my story, and I'm honestly nervous to be releasing something so personal to me. Don't worry, the album isn't all depressing, there's a couple songs on there you can shake ya ass to." You winked at Eduardo and he clicked back at you with a smirk. "But yeah, it's like a window into my life really." You summarised, hopefully making it sound appealing. You still wasn't used to all of this, but Eduardo seemed to be very engaged and asked the perfect questions to bring out the right answers.

Marshall was sat on the couch with Hailie when your album interview came up on the music channel. He reached to change it over before Kim got sight of it, but was beat to the controller by Hailie. She cradled it to her chest and scowled at her dad. "No way, I wanna watch Y/N! People at school said this interview is gonna be talkin' about her new album, I need to know when it's coming out!" She kept the controller close to her to prevent her dad from snatching it and settled back into the couch.

It was so strange seeing his daughter so enthralled by you. He saw you so regularly but barely even noticed how big your following was getting. Hell, even Hailie and her friends seemed to be obsessed with you. Marshall turned his attention to the television and watched as you flushed under the reporters compliments, and bantered back and forth with him. He had almost stood up to leave the room, until the conversation turned to your second album and he watched as your eyes lit up. Even through the screen he noticed the way your entire body straightened with excitement to reveal your project to the world.

"I'm beyond excited to release my second album — 'runaway'!" Hailie Jade squealed loudly at the announcement, and grinned ear to ear as she leant forward, hanging off of your every word. Em couldn't stop the small smile that tugged at his lips seeing how exhilarated you both became when the second album was mentioned.

"I don't want to spoil it, but the deepest song on the album is called 'second choice'. I've never been anyone priority, since birth really. My mum chose a Canadian man, my dad chose drugs and bitches and all of my ex's have cheated on me." You candidly revealed with a short humourless chuckle, and your words inexplicably made guilt shoot through him. Did he make you feel that way? No, surely not. You never felt more for him than lust, he was sure of it. But he still couldn't help but want to talk to you now.

"That's real sad. And she's so pretty! Why would anyone ever cheat on her?" Hailie spoke to no one in particular, but just voiced her thoughts aloud.

"Oh boo fuckin' hoo." Marshall internally jumped as Kim's voice sounded from behind them. Hailie frowned but refused to turn back to her mom, and instead focused on your interview. "Maybe if she weren't such a—" Em cut off her slurring by jumping from his seat. He lightly grabbed her elbow and pulled her from the room and into the kitchen so Hailie didn't have to hear Kim's drunken rambling. "What's the matter Marshal, don't wanna hear me talk shit about your lil girlfriend?" She pouted and stared back at him with a venomous look in her eye.

Since arriving back home, it was like Kim was hell bent on punishing him for even being mentioned near you. "Hailie likes her music, don't ruin that for her." He huffed and swiped the half drunken liquor bottle from the side as well as his orange pill bottle from his jacket pocket. Kim cackled wickedly, her hardened stare glued to her husband.

"If Hailie likes her so much, why not just fuckin' marry her already? She's already stolen my husband, why not take my kids too?!" Kim gradually got louder, and closer to his face as she screamed. Em threw multiple pills into his mouth and swallowed them down with the bitter liquor, begging for them to numb all of his senses so this would go easier.

"She ain't stolen shit, I'm here ain't I?" Marshall grumbled between mouthfuls of liquor. Kim scoffed, shaking her head and reached her hand out to slap his bicep. It wasn't a playful gesture like he was used to receiving from you, and wasn't accompanied with the cute look you'd give him after too. His brain stuttered at the mental confession to your expressions being cute, but his internal questioning was quickly interrupted.

"Are you? Are you really here Marshall? Don't fuckin' seem like it! You're too busy drooling at that bitch on tv and drowning yourself in booze and pills." She slapped the liquor bottle out of his hands, sending the glass into the floor and smashing loudly. Marshall gutturally groaned loudly, the rage he was trying to keep at bay coming forward.

"You think I'd come here and put up with your shit if I wanted her? Deal with you screaming at me all day and night, a man can't even enjoy a fuckin' drink no more." He couldn't help but yell back, and willed the pills to bring forth the calm feeling he was craving.

The two of them stood toe to toe silently for a minute, daring the other to continue the fight. A wrong word from either side could send this entire argument into a spiral neither could come back from. Before either of them could cross the line, a small voice sounded from the doorway. "Are you guys okay? I heard a smash." Alaina asked, her eyes bouncing between them both. Marshall moved out of Kim's personal space immediately, and turned to his eldest daughter/neice.

"Hey Lainey! Yeah, we're all good. I just dropped my bottle, it'll get cleaned up right away." The pills enveloped him in a tight embrace, slowly taking away his rage and replacing it with complete serenity. Alaina smiled, clearly unsure but accepting the response nevertheless. She left the room to sit with Hailie, and her lack of presence made Kim pipe up again.

"I'm going out, clean this shit up." She spat and roughly snatched her keys from the kitchen counter, then stormed out of the house before he could respond.

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[bullet-prooflove]

Three word prompt for Judd ryder

Betrayal, loss, redemption ❤️

Tagging: @kmc1989 @wnbweasley @runawayxheart @backstreetboysfan @star017

Companion piece to:

Not A Good Time - Judd won't tell you what's really going on.

The end to Judd’s marriage isn’t a tale of betrayal, loss or redemption but rather one of mutual acceptance. You can’t maintain a relationship when you’re 9000 miles part, especially when your wife in a war torn country with no internet or cell reception. So the decision is made to uncouple, to move on and live separate lives.

Three years later Judd falls in love a woman he wants to marry, the only problem is he’s still married to Grace.

In Grace’s faith the Bible states there are only four reasons that a marriage can end in divorce and those are  adultery, abandonment, abuse or addiction. It’s why the divorce rate amongst Christians in Texas is only 15%.

Judd would argue abandonment if he had to pick one since Grace up and left to do missionary work in Africa but Grace doesn’t view what she did in that light. To her it was God’s calling, she’s doing the Lord’s work. She refuses to sign the divorce papers because she thinks it’ll dishonour the vows they made before God.

The whole thing is driving Judd crazy because all he wants to do is marry the woman he loves, to show her how committed he is to her pleasure and her happiness. The worst part is the stress of this situation it’s causing friction between the two of you because although you’ve known from the very beginning that he was still married to Grace, you don’t know that Judd’s been planning to propose to you. He’d wanted to surprise you, make it all romantic like and now he’s just fucking everything up.

 When you’re ready to talk about what’s really going on with you, you know where I am, you’d said to him earlier today and that’s why Judd’s now standing here right outside your door. He’s finally ready to talk, he’s ready to tell you the whole goddamn thing.

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[studentinpursuitofclouds]

are you accepting requsts for 1.6 stuff? if so, may i get all of the SVE bachelors (especially magnus) reacting to their spouse witnessing the new Mr Qi event at the summit and becoming Very intimidated by him? bonus points if the farmer went through the SVE ??? mature event

⚠️Warning: Spoilers for SDV 1.6 update event and SVE Mr. Qi mature event under the cut!

Ok, a little preface: I had a little trouble comparing the logic of opening the Summit location in vanilla SDV and SVE (I know it's just a game and a lot of things don't make sense, but it's important to me, so shhhh!). In SDV the location is available after reaching Perfection, and naturally the new 1.6. event with Qi will be when the Farmer reaches Summit before reaching Perfection. Whereas in SVE this location can be opened earlier with the help of Clint.

So. Let's pretend this is the situation in SVE when Farmer hasn't yet accessed Summit with Clint, and they reached that location using "cheat" magic. I just don't really want to break 4 walls and imagine that this world is just a game, so let's consider it magic (scythe and glitch magic, lol).

Thanks for the ask, dear anon, and enjoy! 💕

Lance:

Too much, it's all too much. The second time Farmer has been admitted to Harvey's clinic in critical condition, they haven't told Lance anything about what happened, and they're still enveloped by thin threads of unnatural magic. Very powerful and dark magic. Not their magic. Good thing thar clever pink-haired adventurer had managed to inform Camilla, Magnus, and the heads of the Ministry about this strange occurrence that still plagues the Farmer. Except that even Lance didn't expect things to be this bad.... He longs for action to protect his dear spouse, but the Ministry has ordered him to bide his time, and that's what kills him the most... This feeling of helplessness before an unseen enemy and Farmer's face that tries to hide the fear and pain behind a fake smile. Lance isn't vindictive and doesn't usually harbour grudges, but when he finds the culprit behind all their troubles, he'll make this person pay for every second the Farmer has spent in misery and horror.

Victor:

Victor is already in total despair. He sought help and advice from everyone he knows: friends, his mother, even some folks from Zuzu City. The poor guy was asking everyone since the Farmer themself wouldn't tell him anything, always saying that "everything is fine." Fine?! It's not fine! Victor knows that the job of an adventurer is difficult and challenging, but in his heart he senses something wrong. And while the worried young man stood on the porch, completely absorbed in anxious thoughts about his spouse, a mysterious woman appeared to him out of nowhere. "We're guessing what happened to Farmer, but we're not 100% sure." Victor could barely restrain himself from rushing over to Camilla and grabbing her by the shoulders, begging her to tell him what she knew and why his Farmer was acting like this. "Shh, there's no need to panic. We'll try to do whatever is necessary, but we need your help." Is it really that dangerous? But he's willing to take the risk, for Farmer's sake.

Magnus Rasmodius:

"What do you mean we can't find the source of this damn magic?!" It had been a long time since Magnus' colleagues had seen him in such a rage, but what was there to be surprised about? Almost any man whose spouse had been subjected to possible abuse, cursing, and maybe even physical or psychological torture would have gone berserk. Magnus was no exception. However, this enemy was no ordinary man at all, but the very same obscure individual that the Ministry had long been wary of. And now they came again and started to frighten Farmer. It is not known why the stranger is so interested in his spouse, but no one dares to harm Farmer. Even if the Ministry doesn't help him, to hell with it. Magnus has enough friends and colleagues who will not leave him in trouble and, if anything, will protect Farmer.

[agirlwithdemonblood]

Breaking Free: Chapter 1- Hearts & Tires

Pairings: AU! Mechanic Dean x Reader

Chapter Summary: Y/N is navigating her new life, alone when she meets Dean, a mechanic who is too kind already.

Warnings: Mentions of physical abuse, threats, abusive ex fiance.

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Dean Winchester had seen her around for months now. The shy, reserved woman who always walked alone to the coffee shop every morning. Every morning around the same time, there she was, smiling polietly yet nervously as she walked by.

He didn't know much about her, except that she was engaged to Andrew Wilson, a well known reporter in town, and sometimes he swore he could see bruises peeking out from beneath her makeup, but he never asked. He just nodded politely back when she greeted him.

He wasn't sure why he felt drawn to her. Maybe it was the vulnerability in her eyes, or the way she seemed to be the most beautiful girl he's ever laid his eyes on.

Either way, every morning when she walked by, that little smile of hers made his heart beat faster in his chest, and it was something he was excited to see.

But for the past week, she didn't appear at the coffee shop and Dean couldn't stop his concern when he realized there was no sign of her. He asked around discreetly, but no one seemed to know where she had gone.

I once saw a quote hanging on my therapist's wall "As long as you're still alive, you always have a chance to start again."

At the time, it seemed absurd. Why would anyone need to start over when they could just move on?

But now, here I am, needing that chance to start a new life. I barely escaped alive, and now I have the opportunity to make things better for myself. The problem is, I have no idea how to begin.

A few months ago, my life was completely different. I had everything-A fiance, a beautiful house, a life. It was supposed to be our fresh start together. But within days after our engagement, I discovered he was cheating on me.

Without thinking, I stayed, wanting my relationship to work so badly but it got worse and he showed his true colours.

Confronting him only made things worse. He denied everything, accessed me of lies and blamed me for his indiscretions. He turned the tables to make me seem like the one who was crazy and abusive.

I followed him to this new town because of his career, I gave up everything for him, and I endured his abuse because I believed i deserved no better.

A month ago, I knew I needed to leave. I stood up to him, telling him I deserved better, and he hit me-brutally, mercilessly. Not stopping until my blood was on his fists and I was laying there, broken and beaten down.

He told me he could continue, he could hurt me any time he wanted because nobody would ever believe me. He was a respected citizen and people knew him as so.

That's when I realized, I had to run. Because the moment he realized he could hurt me in such brutal ways and get away with it, that's when I knew if I didn't leave-he was going to kill me.

And nobody would do anything about it.

Now, I found myself homeless, with only a few bills and my car to my name. The money in my account, once shared, has been emptied by Andrew.

I was stranded, with no one to turn to except distant parents who have their own issues and blamed me for not making the relationship work. I was alone, and broken.

The next morning, I woke in a motel room, drained and uncertain of my future. The weight of my situation laid down on me like a heavy blanket I couldn't shake off.

A loud thump on the door made me jump as I cautiously opened it. My heart skipped a beat when I found myself face-to-face with Andrew, wearing a mocking smile. All I wanted to do was slam the door in his face, but fear stopped me.

"Y/N, I was surprised you didn't come home last night." he taunted.

"Why would I come home after what you did?" I shot back, crossing my arms to hide the panic within.

He laughed sarcastically. "You still think you hold the cards here. I didn't do anything to you that you didn't deserve. Nobody would ever believe you. Half our neighbors already think you're the toxic one. Your story isn't going to match up. You have nobody on your side."

Swallowing hard, I dropped my arms. "I don't care if nobody believes me. I know what happened, and I'm going to tell my truth."

He stepped closer, and I froze, regretting pushing him. "He pressed his forehead against mine, his gaze intense and threatening. "You do that. I'm thrilled to see what happens when you start opening your mouth."

I backed away, turning from him, afraid he might strike again. He chuckled and left, his footsteps echoing down the hallway. As the door slammed shut behind him, I finally felt a moment of relief, like i could breath again. I didn't care about exposing him or proving anything to the world. All that mattered was being safe from him and finding a way forward.

Stepping outside to grab some breakfast, I halted in shock. All four of my tires were slashed, a knife laying on the ground nearby.

"Fucking Andrew," I muttered, realizing he wasn't done tormenting me. He wanted to see me broken, crawling back to him with nothing. But I refused to let him hurt me anymore-physically or emotionally.

There was an auto shop not far away, and I figured that was my best shot at getting help with my car.

Walking towards the shop, I spotted a mechanic underneath a car, engrossed in his work. "Um, excuse me, sir?" I called out shyly.

Startled, he cursed softly and slid out from beneath the car. My breath caught as I met his gaze. It was him, the man I said hi to every morning. I couldn't deny that I always found him cute, but up close he was more like a model out of a magazine-bright green eyes, a face streaked with grease that somehow looked good on him.

His eyes focused on mine, recognition on his features as his breathing hitched slightly, before a flirty smile appeared. "Ma'am? What can I help you with?"

I blushed and dropped my head, which only made him chuckle softly, causing my cheeks to burn even hotter. Quickly collecting myself, I explained, "I need new tires, all four are empty and I'm looking for the cheapest option."

He frowned but chuckled underneath his breath, leaning against his car and wiping his hands, eying me with a hint of curiosity.

"Is it here?" he asked, gesturing toward my car.

I shook my head, feeling suddenly self-conscious under his gaze. "No, it's at the motel I'm staying at."

"Okay, can you bring it in? I can give you a better estimate once I see the car," he suggested.

"I was just going to buy the tires, and bring them back." I admitted, feeling a bit embarrassed at my idea.

He raised an eyebrow, surprised. "No offense sweetheart, but how were you planning to bring four tires back to the motel? I'm not sure I could even manage that."

I sighed, realized he was right-it was a stupid plan.

"I can't afford a tow truck," I confessed quietly.

Understanding and pity crossed his face and he nodded sympathetically. "Well, if you want, I can get my truck and come with you-for free."

I blinked in surprise and stared back, unsure if i heard him correctly.

Grinning, he grabbed his keys and gestured for me to climb into the truck beside him. The ride was surprisingly comfortable, with occasional glances exchanged that sent my heart fluttering.

As we arrived back at the motel parking lot, I felt a strange sadness knowing our time together was ending. I barely knew him, yet I already missed him. It was crazy-I couldn't be developing feelings for someone new, especially fresh out of a toxic relationship.

He stepped out of the car and I quickly followed, standing a good distance away from him as he observed the mess from this morning. "Oh.. Wow." He muttered, eying the tires.

"What?"

He cleared his throat and looked back towards me, "Nothing it's just... when you said your tires were empty I thought you meant they popped not this... You don't seem like the type of person who would have somebody slash all four of your tires."

I smiled to myself shyly, trying to keep the anxiety at bay. "I must have pissed somebody off, I guess."

He chuckled lightly and leaned down to check the wheels, focusing on what type I would need. I leaned against the truck and snuck a glance at hi; god, he was the most gorgeous man I'd ever seen.

He stood from his spot and nodded, "Luckily, we have the right type at the shop. I can bring it back with me and drop your car off tomorrow?"

I smiled gently and nodded in response. It's not like I could really speak right now while he was standing right there in front of me, his beautiful green eyes shining in the light.

He smirked in response and got to work hooking up my car, taking the keys and getting back into his truck. I was about to turn and leave when his voice called me back.

"Hey, wait!"

I turned and came back to his truck, leaning on the window to face him. He swallowed hard, and he looked... nervous?"

"I uh... Your name.. I need your name for the... papers."

I bit my lip to hold back a laugh, "The bill?"

He laughed to himself and dropped his head, "Yeah, that would have sounded better."

"What?"

He blushed and lifted his head, "Nothing, sorry. Um, your name is?"

My cheeks burned red, and for a split second I felt like I couldn't breathe. The way he was staring at me was different than before; it was intimidating and filled me with desire for this random man.

"Y/N.. My name is Y/N."

He breathed in as a relaxed smile erupted on his face. "That's a gorgeous name."

I could feel the heat spreading all down my body; the nerves were kicking in. Why was he flirting with me of all people? Did he know about me?

"And your name?"

"Oh right." he laughed, sticking his hand out to shake mine. "I'm Dean."

I smirked as his name left his lips. Dean-now there's a name I wouldn't mind screaming out. No, wait, stop.

"Dean.. What a unique name, I like it."

This time his cheeks burned red, and god, he was so cute when he blushed. He cleared his throat and nodded before starting the car, a small wink sent my way making my stomach do backflips.

"I'll see you tomorrow Y/N."

I smiled in response, "Thanks for everything. See you tomorrow, Dean."

I watched the truck leave the parking lot, and strangely enough, I felt sad. I didn't even really know Dean, yet my heart missed him. It was crazy-really frigging crazy.

Is the universe messing with me? Is he?

Dean couldn't quite understand it, but he found himself strangely drawn to her. Everything about her seemed to captivate him; the way she looked at him, the effortless way her hair fell across her shoulders in the truck, her attitude, her infectious laugh and her smile that could light up a room.

As he parked the truck and began to unhook the car, his father appeared, wearing his usual grumpy expression.

"What are you doing?" his father questioned with a hint of disapproval.

"Changing the tires," Dean replied, glancing at the car and then back at his father.

His father scoffed, visibly annoyed. "With her. Haven't you heard the rumours about her and Andrew?"

"Yeah, but she seems alright. They are rumours, Dad."

"You do realize that by helping her out, Winchester Mechanics could lose our opportunity to go on the news? Andrew promised us some TV time, but that could change once he finds out you're getting cozy with his ex."

Dean rolled his eyes, frustrated by his father's stubbornness and self-centeredness. Despite his good intentions, his father often looked down on his choices.

"Dad, I'm just fixing her car. We just met, it's not that big of a deal."

"Sure," his father muttered skeptically. "I saw how you looked at her. Just... be smart, Dean."

After his father left, Dean leaned against her car and couldn't help but smile to himself. He knew he had lied to his dad—it was a bigger deal than he let on. There was something about her that had taken hold of him, something he couldn't quite explain. Deep down, he knew this was just the beginning. Maybe he was crazy, or maybe, just maybe, she felt it too.

He would find out tomorrow for sure.

Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed it! Chapter  coming soon stay tuned!

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[maxknightley]

do you think not having concrete information since you aren’t directly related to a situation extends to all forms of allegations? like coming forward about r*pe, or accusing someone of not paying you foryou work, or relaying a warning about a community member known to be a snitch? i ask this in good faith bc it's genuinely something i grapple with and it's also an argument i see against stuff like believing amber heard or supporting Black friends after they allege racism but i also see this used to isolate people that just aren’t well-liked (including myself). do you think it also may depend on the framework of justice in the situation?

again, these are different situations that I think warrant different responses.

when it comes to sexual assault, I think there's a few different things to consider:

While false accusations of sexual assault are rare, they are not categorically impossible, and they disproportionately target queer people and people of color. like, the gay panic defense is essentially accusing a trans woman of rape by deception. black men - hell, black teenagers - have been straight-up killed based on false accusations by white women.

When there is not a significant power differential in place, then absent any concrete evidence, you are still going to be making a decision largely based on vibes. If you have a personal connection to the people involved, there's not much you can do about that; you are probably going to have to support one party or the other for obvious interpersonal reasons. it sucks ass and it's not a decision I would wish on anyone. But if you don't have a personal connection to the people involved, there's not much you can actually do to impact the situation in a positive way regardless.

again, DARVO is a huge thing here. X says they were abused by Y, Y says they were abused by X. absent any concrete evidence, you are - again - going largely off of vibes and your personal connection to the situation. which sucks!! but let's not pretend the situation is anything other than what it is.

depp v. heard, it must be emphasized, was not a callout post; it was a series of legal trials (involving a moderately famous actor, an extremely famous actor, and the mass media, none of whom are "some broke asshole on tumblr"). even speaking as someone who generally distrusts the legal system, it's important to emphasize that legal trials typically involve presenting evidence and both sides having a chance to argue their case. this provides structure that Online Arguments do not have.

given that the whole "me too" movement started with sexual assault allegations against Harvey Weinstein, I think it's worth noting that 1. Harvey Weinstein was in a position of power that he was very obviously able to abuse, 2. there were several accusations against him. imo, both of these are pretty noteworthy.

when it comes to saying someone didn't pay you for work, or issued a false chargeback request, or whatever:

generally I think this has clearer intent than your average callout post: you are trying to tell other people "hey, don't do work for free."

relatedly, there are concrete actions people can take in response. charge up front. don't do work for that person.

this is subjective, but I think "this person welched on me" is a less charged accusation than something like sexual assault or being a bigot, so imo it's less likely to encourage knee-jerk responses. maybe it's just something I haven't personally seen happen, though.

as for accusations of being an informant: while they should be taken seriously, you need to consider that there is a whole-ass term for when the Feds attempt to trick you into thinking someone is an informant when they are in fact legit.

[yunazxxx]

lara raj x megan skiendiel

cw ; toxic relationship , established relationship (girlfriends), on and off, loser!megan , megan’s clueless majority of the time , angsty?? , abusive!lara , abusive relationship (verbally, mentally, sometimes physically),, etc maybe?

wc ; 1k

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the ginger and the redhead sat across from each other on their livingroom couch, they just got out of an argument over something megan had done. it wasn't the younger's fault, actually it was something she didn't even notice.

lara had gone through her phone, after the previous night of some activites. lara had heard megan's phone ringing while the younger slept, checking the number and realizing she didn't know it. she let the call ring out before checking through the texts with megan and this girl, lara knew this about megan, she was oblivious as fuck. - but she didn't make it known she was in a relationship.

lara bit her tongue for the night, knowing something in her was yelling at her to wake megan up and ask her who it was. she couldn't beside the girl anymore, and slept in the guest bedroom. when lara woke up that morning, she saw the ginger on the foot of her bed, laying down but she wasn't sleep.

lara ignored her for hours, anytime she'd try to talk to her, lara would just look in teother direction. megan frowned and finally asked, "what's wrong? why are you acting weird?" lara held her composure, and recalled the number she saw on megan's phone the previous night.

megan's eyebrows furrowed, "what do you mean?" and lara looked at her girlfriend, "are you fucking dumb, or trying to play dumb?" lara asked, her voice raising heavily. "i don't know what you're talking about" megan denied any accusations made by the redhead.

"you know what, since you want to be fucking dumn" lara said, standing up, "give me your phone" and megan did. in megan's eyes she didn't know who she was talking about, because everyone who megan spoke to knew she was in a relationship, it maybe wasn't the best one but she was taken.

"i'm always here for you, and i love you so much megan" lara quoted from the end of a paragraph that the girl wrote her, "are you fucking serious?" lara threw the ginger's phone down, almost hitting her foot. megan flinched, and lara walked up to her, anger burning in her eyes, "fuck this, huh? fuck everything we ever made, everything we fucking did.”

her words struck like venom through megan, she loved her so much, and seeing her take a conversation out of context was hurting her even worse. megan tried explaining her side, saying things like "that's not what she meant, she didn't mean it like that" but lara walked off, yelling across the house "you're defending another bitch in front of me, how the fuck is that supposed to make me feel better?"

you could hear the door slam from outside of their house due to how hard lara closed it, megan sighed, picking up her phone and sitting on the couch. and she texted lara's phone, her actual number wasn't sending but she was active on socials.

@mmeimeei : hey, can we just talk this out? sent at 3:57 pm - the ginger knew how long it'd take lara to reply, and so she just put her phone down and waited for the notification. she opened their chats again, seeing that the red haired woman had read her texts.

it was turning 4:30 pm at this point and megan still had no reply from her, so she went upstairs, opening the door and seeing the redhead standing there. megan apologized, feeling like she was actually wrong in this situation, knowing that everything she said she shouldn't have, and went on a small rant, until lara shut her up with a kiss.

"shush" lara said softly, kissing the ginger's cheek and pulling her hair out of her face, "we won't talk about this, okay?" megan nodded, putting her head on lara's chest. her heart was filled with guilt, wholeheartedly believing that she had hurt the older.

megan blocked her friend, the same one who she defended, and it was like it had never happened, the next hour the pair was playing around and laughing like usual. lara remembered what happened before and the words slipped out of her mouth, "there's no one else, right?" she asked the ginger, "no, no one else" she hurriedly said.

"i want you all to myself, i'm never letting you leave" lara said, and kissed megan, the ginger responded to the kiss, knowing the dangers of this as well. the obvious past of theirs where situations like this would end in a breakup for a week or two before megan is beggng lara to take her back.

lara knew how dependent the younger girl was, how much she loved her and how obsessed with her she was, and as fucked up as it sounds, lara would use it to her advantage. it wasn't like she could always control what she'd blow up at or about.

one second she could be screaming down megan's throat, but the next she's all over her and loving her. "you're my everything" lara mumbled against megan's skin while she kissed her, every word and kiss and touch made her fall more and more intoxicated.

"i love you so much" lara whispers, megan sayng it back, but in a whining tone. lara was always like this, fixing almost all of their problms with some type of romantic interaction or sex. megan knew how bad this was, but she couldn't leave, she didn't want to, she loved lara too bad to ever just leave.

as said before, all the older would do is manipulate her girlfriend into believing she was the problem or that she was wrong. but it would all disappear after one night, she would wake up to lara cuddling her but somedays she wouldn't wake up to anything from her.

everytime megan would shower, she'd see all the markings on her body, indicating what happend the previous night. megan would always let lara take her anger out of her, whenever and however she wanted. there was really no wrong answer.

tonight lara had megan laying on her lap while she played in the younger's hair, despite how toxic their relationship had gotten, they knew how to handle each other so they never left.

[astro-nerd]

Day 19: Fetal position

Fandom: original characters

Character: Rena

TW: implied dissociation/drugged character, torture, abuse

You should protect your head.

The thought didn’t really feel like mine. In the dim lights of the room that was becoming my new home it floated through like a feather sitting on the wind. It didn’t make a lot of sense given I was just led here. I’m not even sure I’d be able to raise my arms given they’re made of the heaviest material known to any creature.

You should protect your chest.

There it is again. A clear thought amongst the muddle. As if I’m wading through a bog that slowly pulls me down until I’m suffocating behind the water’s surface. I’m not unused to drowning. Again and again I’ve been chained below the waves fighting every day only to end up with seconds of air before I’m dragged further underneath. Although lately, the air was there for longer, it tasted sweeter, and the sun was warmer. Maybe I was a fool for thinking it could last. I let my guard down and look what it got me. Exactly what I deserve.

Please protect your head.

The voice is soft and gentle. I’m not sure I recognise it. No one I know would be so soft and gentle. Not to me. I grew up long before my age was eighteen, I don’t need kind words or a gentle nature. And yet I feel my arms start to move. Slowly and clumsily I start to drag up my arms, ending up on my side in the process. My fingers laced behind my head. The coolness of my arms hits my face and for a moment there’s a burst of sound around me. Yelling and screaming. I can’t figure out why there’s screaming but it’s loud and my ears hurt before it cuts off again.

Don’t forget about your chest.

I almost ignored it. My consciousness slid towards the darkness and yet I didn’t want to disappoint. To the best of my ability I manage to start pulling my legs up, bending them at the knee until they can’t move anymore. My chest still only protected by the shirt on my back. A spark of an idea. Why hadn’t I thought of this before? I start to use my hands to pull my head towards my knees. The screaming starts again. From a place I can’t quite pinpoint. It’s all consuming, all surrounding. The scream vibrates through my sternum and sets my mind ablaze before it’s gone. The silence is just as all consuming. But I did it. My task is complete and I am safe. Although I still don’t understand why. What about my situation warrants this?

Keep going. You’ll get through this.

Get through what? I’m just lying on the floor. In a weird position sure but I hardly doubt that’s dangerous. Maybe the voice is just worried my eardrums will break if I hear that screaming again. Then there’s a tap on my arm. I hadn’t realised I wasn’t alone. It’s only now I’m aware that my eyes are closed. My face is wet. What is happening? There’s laughter and for a moment crying? Am I crying? Why am I crying? My eye cracks open for just a moment. A blurry image of a woman leans over me. For a moment I can see the smile on her face.

“My my Rena, just look at you. Curled up and crying. It really is a delight.” I swear I hear heels walking away from me before a sigh echoes around the room.

“I hate to go but I do hope to find you like this again. It really is a wonderful sight.” Metal rings as a door is slammed. I’m still lying on the ground. My hands laced behind my head. My head pulled into my knees. I’m protected.

I am safe.

[dckweed]

TORMENTED TRAGEDY, benedict bridgerton

summary: in which ruth archibald participated in her first social season in two years, re-introduced to high society after a years long retreat to a rest home after having had a horrid break down during her first season. she expects the whispers and sideways glances, the purely evident lack of suitors (what man wants a crazy wife?), however she doesn’t expect to find companionship in that of Benedict Bridgerton, and least if all the affect she so unknowingly craved.

warnings: brief mentions of abuse & attempted suicide. depression is going to be a heavy theme throughout the series so if you're uncomfortable, please do not read any further. cold and uncaring maternal figure, crazy twin brother who helps his sister be happy by sneaking off with her favorite bridgerton brother, loving father figure, its brigerton so ofc she's gonna be featured in whistledown and most likely bullied by the ton...eventual smut

series masterlist here. if you would like to be tagged in future parts, please comment on the separate taglist post!

i. seasons greetings

The sun rose over the blackened iron gates of the Archibald family’s city home, a grand structure (much too large for their family of five) situated on it’s own city block merely four streets over from the royal palace, and with it, Ruth Archibald woke to the sights of here own bedroom for the first time in two years.

The walls were still the peachy pink color of her girlhood, her room still decorated with that of the last things she’d touched, a book on the table next to her bed, her hairbrush and jewelry and in the corner, that god forsaken baby blue dress..She stared at the ceiling, unmoving from her bed despite the early morning light filtering in from behind the drapes. She felt like a stranger to herself in these four walls..Ruth had left a crumbling mess of a distraught girl, and had come home an entirely different person. 

Two years in a glorified mental facility could do that to a person, though deep down, she had always quite felt like this, like she was just going through the motions and painting a bright smile on her face while doing what was expected of her, and there was always so much expected of her. 

The Marquess and Marchioness were of one of the highest rankings, The Marquess, Lord Archibald serving as advisor to King George and Queen Charlotte. His children were expected to be intelligent and beautiful, sociable. They were expected to be prim and proper, to be knowledgeable in politics as well as being proper hostesses, fine horsemen and cordially impeccable. They were expected to be the most popular of the Ton’s high society, the most desirable for courtships and the perfect marriage for even someone as high ranking as a prince. 

All of which, Ruth had been. Perfectly perfect in every aspect..though it seemed never perfect enough for her mother. 

Marchioness Archibald was not an easy woman to please, the three of her children had learned that together, growing up competing for the womans cold affections their entire lives. It seemed that Ruth had finally won them two years ago when she had landed herself the fancy of a soon to be Duke, someone she had known her entire life..The boy was handsome, her mother had said, his father worked closely with the king and queen, he had troves of money..they would make a fine match, she had said. 

Ruth couldn’t do it. 

The soon to be Duke was not a kind nor caring man, something that Ruth had known growing up. Her brother had protested (having gone to eton and oxford with the man), her father had seemed angered by the arrangement that had happened behind his back. Ruth had tried to tell him no, but her other had already betrothed them, making the plans with his father,.the family would be receiving an ungodly amount in the form of her dowry. 

Ruth tried. 

She smiled politely, she wore her most flattering dresses, she spoke kindly and intelligently. She did everything she had been taught to, Cecil seemed to have responded well, though he spoke hardly in a cold tone not unlike her mothers. Her mother, though, had seemed quite pleased with her for once and Ruth basked in it, feeling the warm tickles of her conditional love. 

The girl had managed to keep up with it, her upcoming nuptials the talk of the ton. She kept up the smile, the ruse of love drunk bliss, had done all that was expected of her by society, and most importantly, her mother. She thrived under the pressure, until she couldn’t. 

It had happened on the eve of their wedding, the two families had been rehearsing how the next day was supposed to go, where each person would stand at the ceremony, what the couple would say as their vows..

Ruth couldn’t quite meet Cecil’s eyes as she repeated the vows after the priest. Something about the man she was set to marry the next afternoon seemed extra foreboding, his entire body looked rigid, tense, and his voice was cold and empty when he spoke his words. Short and to the point, as if he’d rather be anywhere else in the world. Honestly, Ruth couldn’t blame him, she herself would rather have been anywhere besides there. 

The rehearsal came and went easily enough, and the entire party went back to the Archibald manor, where the grooms family was joining the Archibalds for a friendly, but formal supper. 

Ruth had taken to her room nearly immediately, having politely mingled with her mother and father in law to be for a few minutes before feigning exhaustion and retiring herself upstairs, where se paced tirelessly, attempting to calm her nerves as she thought about the wedding, how in mere hours she would belong no longer to her own self but to a man that she had been afraid of when they were younger. 

It had terrified her how unhappy she already was. 

Ruth knew not how long she paced for, but a soft knock at her door brings her out of her reverie. At her approval the door opens and her lady’s maid Esther appears. 

“Yes, Esther?” Ruth asks, feigning a smile as she looks her young maid in the face. The girl was a shy thing, her face flushing at being put on the spot by her mistress. Ruth envied her something awful. 

“Your betrothed has asked me to come fetch you, Miss..your families are sitting down for supper and noticed your absence.” The girl can’t even meet her eyes, staring down at Ruth’s bare feet poking from under her skirts. “He seemed most irritated, Miss..” 

Ruth sniffs, turning towards her window. “Kindly inform my betrothed and his family that I will not be joining them for supper, I am unwell. I bid them good evening..” She says, voice stiff. “And then please help me prepare for bed..” There was noway she was going to get the stays of her dress or untie her corset without help..her mother had been insisting on her wearing them as tightly as possible the past few weeks. 

Esther rushes out, leaving Ruth alone to her thoughts once more. The girl, resumes her pacing, mind reeling about her impending nuptial. She so desperately did not wish to marry this man, but she saw no way out without facing her mothers wrath or ruining their family reputation, unless her father put his foot down of course..

An idea formulated as she paced, her mind working on what to say to her father that would make him give final say on the matter. The Marquess had always been soft on his daughters, so really, she knew it would be easy. 

A short moment later a sharp knock sounds on her door, thinking it her maid she’s quick to allow entry, not even bothering to glance. “I should like a hot bath prepared, Esther” Ruth says, opening her wardrobe to find herself a nightgown. 

“Well, i’ll be sure to let her know on my way out.” His vold voice sent her body rigid, a chill creeping along her spine. Ruth turns slowly to face him, offering a soft smile. His face was blank, eyes dark and empty. Slowly he walks towards her, as if stalking prey, until he comes to a stop merely inches from her. “Your young maid said you were unwell and had taken to bed, i thought i would do the husbandly thing and coem check on my bride to be..” His lips purse as he stares down at her, his hand raising to caress her cheek. Ruth felt no emotion behind what should have been a loving touch, and instead her nervousness increased. “Though it seems to be unnecessary, you appear quite well.” 

Ruth wondered where Esther was, they weren’t yet married and she knew they still require a chaperone. “My apologies, your grace,” She says, hoping the smile she wore would help her matter. “I am feeling unwell, nervous about tomorrow I suppose..I was hoping to prepare for bed early so I could be well rested.”

Cecil purses his lips, removing his hand from her face. A feeling of relief flow through Ruth, though it is only for a moment as her cheek is met with an open handed blow, skin stinging as her head is flung to the side. The metallic taste of blood hits her tongue as tears fill her eyes, threatening to spill over. 

Ruth looks to the man that she was meant to wed, eyes widened in fear as she presses a delicate hand to her smarting cheek. “I do not tolerate liars, darling. “ His voice is cool, uncaring that he had just struck his bride as if she were a man. “I will tell our families that you are unwell and wsh to not be bothered.” He caresses her cheek once more, almost affectionately this time, before turning on his heel and marching out. 

A sob wracked her body as the door slammed shut, crumpling to the floor in front of her wardrobe. Esther had nearly fainted at the sight of her, but had stood by her mistress through the night as she lay in bed weeping. It wasn’t until the early hours of the morning when Esther had gone to fetch something for the girls aching head that she had done it. Ruth wasn’t entirely sure what possessed her to take the ornate silver letter opener to her arm, but she had done it. Panicked by the sight of her own blood, the girl had collapsed to the ground, a heap of sobs. 

Her mother had shipped her off to the rest home quicker than she could eat breakfast. Hadn’t come to visit her but one time within two years, to tell her with contempt that it was time to come home and marry. That was how she wound up back here, with these memories plaguing her..

A sharp knock at her door moves her mind from the past and into the present as the heavy door swings open, a tuft of graying hair peaking around the edge. 

“Papa?” Ruth asks, sitting up in her bed, worried that something may be wrong. The man sighs and steps into the room, he had not entered it since the morning of the almost tragedy. 

“I just wanted to make sure you were alright, my dear..” The older man speaks, placing a warm and loving hand to his daughters cheek as he takes a seat at the edge of her bed, near her pillows. “I know that your Mama didn’t give you much choice in coming home, I begged her to at least move your room, or for god sake get the damn dress out of here..” His jaw ticked as he stared at the scrap of fabric as if he had wished to burn it on the spot. 

Ruth places a hand on her fathers arm, giving a reassuring squeeze. “I’ll be okay, Papa..” Her voice was soft as she spoke, as was the smile that her fathers face bore. “I’m sorry to make you worry, but I promise, it won’t happen again..” 

A large hand covers her own along with a squeeze as he looks down at the smaller form of his youngest child, eyes watery. “I know my daring, I won’t allow it.” Another squeeze, an unspoken promise to do better. To protect her better. “What have you got there?”

And thus began a quiet morning of reading the novel Sense and Sensibility to her father, a fond memory of him reading to her in her youth crossing her mind. When she finally heads down for breakfast with her family, she notices her Mother and older Sister reading little leaflets, the words ‘Seasons Greetings’ emblazoned across the heading. 

“Mama, when may i see the dress for tonights ball?” She asks, sitting down across from her twin brother, who tosses a melon ball in her direction as she’s being served. She rolls her eyes, returning the warm smile he offers her. She had missed her twin brother something awful. He had been her best friend growing up, always getting up to no good with each other. 

Maybe being home isn’t such a bad thing, she thought. 

taglist: @cherrylovers-world @little-boats-on-a-lake @imgondeletedis

[undertale-fic-librarby]

Do you have any anti harem fic recs?

Howdy, thanks for asking! Here are some fics that might fit what you're looking for!

A spider in a graveyard by Rubypasha (Explicit, Incomplete)

You've fought for years for people who hate and humiliate you, see you as more of a nuisance than a hero. A menace to society, just like your mentor. But you keep going, keep fighting. Keep pushing your limits to save innocent's who get tangled in the cruel web of life that you walk as a shadow. As someone who expects nothing but gives their all. But you keep going You'll deal with whatever and whoever threatens the lives and safety of innocents (both monsters and humans) because you are a spider. And spiders will never go down without a fight. Tired and injured you go to deal with one of your greatest enemies, a skeleton who like you loves puns but is dangerous. More so than anyone could ever imagine. But instead of wrapping the night up quickly like you want you're faced with something neither of you can understand. A machine that goes haywire leaving you injured and in the mercy of the two skeleton brother's and their clones But you won't back down. You will fight even if your hope isn't what it used to be. Maybe this 'other mansion' of skeletons will finally break the walls you were forced to put up in order to survive. Maybe, just maybe- You'll finally realise how amazing you are

Full Deck by Sons_of_Sirens (Teen And Up, Incomplete)

You’re just a shy young woman who works at a small bookstore in Ebott City, who has never attempted to climb out of her introverted shell before. Or maybe you’re a sassy young woman who lost her job after sticking up for monster rights in front of your racist boss. Or possibly you’re a traumatized young woman, with a painful past full of abuse and a broken body full of secret scars. You might even be an ordinary-looking young woman, who nevertheless possesses magical abilities and a SOUL far different from a regular human’s. But this is not a story about you. It's about ten skeletons in one tacky suburban McMansion, trying to live together without burning down their own house. It’s an unreasonable convergence of the Undertale AU gang as they go about their lives in a house full of volatile personalities, while trying not to get dragged into a reverse-harem trope. Alliances will be made, bake sales will be ruined and the HomeOwner's Association will be armed and dangerous.

I Like Me More by LambCHOWDER (Mature, Incomplete)

You love pancakes. They're so easy to make. Let's ignore the 7 monsters glaring at you and watching your every move. With obvious red flags, you choose to move in with your ex friend and her harem… for your own benefit, of course. Despite the situations that arise, you push through. Though it may be kind of worth it, you really didn’t expect all the secrets to come loose...

Bleeding Green [Rewrite] [On Hiatus] by pyromaniac_mage (Teen And Up, Incomplete)

[Y/N] [L/N] is a powerful mage with a bloodline well-known throughout the ages and her family have always been celebrated. They, however, despise how their bloodline trapped monsters beneath the ground. But, that is for another day. In not being able to afford basic accommodation for university, they had to rely on an old (and terrible) friend named Bethany. For some reason, most of Bethany's skeleton mates despise [Y/N] but why is that? Apart from the fact she is a mage? Just because she has a kindness soul, it doesn't mean she will stand for their bullshit.

Home for lost souls by SketchyDyslexic (Not Rated, Incomplete)

Sans was so in his head that the resets would start back again, he didn't want to even try. Papyrus put in work to convince Sans that he needed to come to the surface with him, and not continue staying in the underground. Sans agreed to pick out a home with his brother, and began packing his things. With only a week left, Sans decided to try pulling his older brother back with the machine one last time, only to have to watch it sputter and stop. Sans gave up and packed his stuff, ready and moving out to stay with undyne until their new home was bought. His life and a few others really went out of whack because of the machines malfunction, with his sudden influx of brothers and the soulmate bonds that were slowly making themselfs known. Even after settling the chaos, shit still hits the fan every time he gets done untangling one mess. And the woman that is helping his strange family isn't making anything easier by making things easier!