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Giving Them Chocolates on Valentine's Day with: Scarabia
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Kalim Al-Asim
You barely get the chocolates into Kalim’s hands before he lets out the happiest gasp you’ve ever heard in your life.
“Whoa! For me?!” His eyes light up, shining with so much pure joy that you swear the room itself gets brighter. He holds the box like it’s a treasured artifact, handling it with both hands as if he’s afraid he might drop it.
“Yeah,” you say, grinning despite yourself. “Happy Valentine’s Day.”
And now, he’s beaming. Like, so bright, so full of excitement, so overwhelmingly Kalim that you don’t even get the chance to process it before—
He’s spinning you.
He grabs your hands and twirls you around in pure celebration, laughing so brightly that you can’t help but laugh too, even as the sudden movement nearly makes you dizzy.
“You like me?!” he asks—even though the chocolates should’ve made that obvious, even though he’s already dancing with you like he just won the world’s biggest jackpot.
“Yes, Kalim, I like you!” you say, laughing as he twirls you one more time before pulling you close.
“This is the best day ever!” He’s grinning so big it’s ridiculous, so full of warmth and giddy excitement that it’s honestly contagious. “I like you too! So, so much!”
Your heart swells. “Yeah?”
“Yeah!” He laughs, squeezing your hands before suddenly clapping his own together, eyes sparkling. “We gotta celebrate! Oh, I know! I’ll throw a party—no, the biggest party! Fireworks, music, so much food—”
“Kalim—”
“—and everyone’s invited! Oh! Maybe we can get a whole parade going, and—”
“Kalim!” You grab his shoulders before he starts planning a nationwide festival. “It’s Valentine’s Day. You don’t have to throw a whole party.”
He blinks, processing this. Then, without missing a beat—
“But we’re dating now! That’s a huge deal! That calls for a party!”
You sigh. You should’ve expected this.
But the sheer delight on his face, the way he’s so effortlessly overjoyed about being with you, makes it impossible not to laugh again.
“…Fine,” you say, shaking your head fondly. “Go ahead and plan your party.”
Kalim cheers.
And before you know it, you’re pulled into another twirl, laughing as he spins you around again, his excitement sweeping you off your feet.
Jamil Viper
Jamil stares at the heart-shaped box in your hands like he genuinely can’t comprehend what’s happening. His usual sharp composure falters just enough to reveal something unmistakably surprised—maybe even a little vulnerable.
“…For me?” His voice is quieter than usual, hesitant in a way you don’t often hear from him.
You nod, shifting slightly under his gaze. “Yeah. I made them for you.”
He doesn’t take them right away. His dark eyes flicker to the chocolates, then back to you, like he’s waiting for some kind of catch. Like he needs confirmation that this isn’t some kind of misunderstanding.
And you get it. You do. Jamil isn’t the type to expect people to choose him.
Which is why you steel your nerves, swallow the last of your hesitation, and just say it.
“I like you,” you tell him, firm and certain. “That’s why I made them.”
That gets him.
Jamil’s breath catches. His fingers twitch at his sides. He looks at you with genuine surprise—not his usual exasperation, but something real.
“You’re sure?” he asks, almost cautious.
You exhale a quiet laugh. “Yeah, Jamil. I’m sure.”
He watches you for a moment longer—like he’s memorizing your expression, like he’s letting himself believe it. Then, with just a little hesitation, he reaches out and takes the chocolates from your hands, holding them carefully, like they mean something.
“…Thanks,” he murmurs, almost shyly. And then, before you can dwell on how ridiculously cute that is, he gently takes your hand.
The warmth of his fingers catches you off guard, but before you can react, he squeezes your hand just slightly, his usual confidence flickering back in place.
“You free tonight?” he asks, his voice soft but just a little teasing now.
You blink, caught off guard by the shift. “Uh, yeah?”
A small smirk tugs at his lips, but there’s no mistaking the way he flushes slightly. “Then come over for dinner,” he says, lightly brushing his thumb over your knuckles. “I’ll make something good.”
Your heart stutters. “You’re cooking for me?”
Jamil rolls his eyes, though his expression is far too fond to be annoyed. “I just said that, didn’t I?”
You grin. “Guess I should've confessed to you sooner, huh?”
Jamil scoffs, letting go of your hand—but you don’t miss the way his fingers linger.
“…Just don’t expect me to make dessert,” he mutters, but there’s no real bite to it. If anything, he looks quietly happy.
And honestly? So are you.
Masterlist ; Valentine's Event
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Summary: Playing jokes with your husband its never a good idea.
Warnings: Obsession - Possessive!Salesman - Suggestive - Unhealthy relationship - Suggestive -
"I love you my Love, have a good day" The Salesman says kissing your lips, checking himself on the mirror one last time before going to the door.
And he stops.
Because the Salesman its a creature of habit. Morning routines have centrain aspects that cant be changed.
And one of them is getting a kiss from you and a "I love you back" before he opens the door to leave and meet the future unfortunated ones for the games.
But he hears nothing, just the soft music from your phone as you eat your breakfast.
The Salesman waits, one, two, up to three minutes.
He goes back to check if he did forgot something. Was this a special date ? No. Did you two have anything planned ? No. Did he do something drastic to you this morning? No.
He leans in front of you, turning the music off.
"My Love" He starts tone calm, way too calm. "I said I loved you"
"Yes, I did hear" Its your response "Can I get my phone back?" You ask him and when he puts it away and leaves his briefcase you know you have done it.
You fucked up.
"Dear wait-" You stand up trying to rasonate with him but he is not listening as he walks towards you like a predator. "I was just-"
You are cut off as he pushes you against on the wall hard. The air leaving your lungs for a moment. Your head does not hit the wall because his hand was in between.
"You were wait my Love?" He asks right into your ear his grip on your arm strong and possessive as his other one goes down caressing your side stopping at your hip. "Please enlight me on what you were doing" He says biting your neck softly
Maybe your brain did not register the threat tone his voice carries or maybe you wanted to see how much you could push him.
"I was having breakfast till you decided to get back and interrump me"
By the cold look he gives you and the shiver that runs down your spine thats both from exciment and fear you know you have made him mad.
"Oh, so you were doing that?" He asks, there is a warning there. He knows what you are doing and he is not liking it.
He takes your neck in one hand giving it a firm grip, its not enough to let yourself without air but enough for it to feel like a real warning and a danger. To let you know just as much as he can love you he can hurt you.
"I will give you a second chance" He says one hand cupping your core making you gasp "And if you answer like a good wife, the good one I know you are I will think on not being too...rough with you"
Maybe. Thats the last word his mind thinks.
"I- I was going to say that I loved you back but I forgot" You lie feeling one finger go inside your pants and past your undewear teasting you. "P-Please I just-"
But he does not believe you. He knows how to read people and hell, he knows how to read you. Part of you was made by him.
"You forgot?" He says adding pressure on your neck and his finger starting to go faster inside you "You forgot how much you love ? Tell me does this happen often ? Or did you wake up and decide to hurt my feelings today ?
He sees your cheeks go red and your breathing faster. He knows he has you were he wants you, but a part of him screams that you need to be punish.
"Should I cut the air your brain is getting and see if a little re start brings your intelligent self back?" He whispers over your lips as his grips turns harder and his finger faster.
Your foggy brain does register the danger and you are quick to say no, he urges you to continue talking.
"I was joking. I wanted to see your reaction if I did not say it back. Im sorry if I hurt your feelings" Tears forms, not from the pain but from the pleasure his finger is giving you, hitting that sweet spot inside you.
The Salesmab smirks at that. He kisses away your tears and gives you a sweet kiss as he lets go of your neck. At the same time he removes his finger form you sucking it clean keeping a intense eye contact as he does.
"Good girl, thats my lovely and intelligent wife" He says giving you another kiss, letting you prove yourself on his lips. But just as you were going to ask for permission he puts himself away from you.
"Keep the same clothes. Dont leave the house today and, you better wait for me on that needy state of you. If you touch yourself, I will know and Love you wont like what I will do, I promise you that"
He turns taking his briefcase back and looking at you over his shoulder.
"I love you my Love" He says once again starting to leave
"I love you too Dear, have a good day at work" You manage to say without suttering.
"Thanks Love, there is cream in the bathroom for your neck" He says before finally leaving the aparment.
Would he have choke you till you passed out ? Defenetly. Its a good thing you are a fast learner.
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valentines day with jjk men
Gojo who goes all out: taking the day off, spending thousands of dollars, making sure the day is absolutely perfect for his darling. He takes Valentine’s day very seriously. He wakes you up with your favorite breakfast in bed, one that he spent way too long making in the very early hours in the morning. He finishes off breakfast by gifting you a considerably large bouquet of red roses and a teddy bear the size of an actual bear. He beckons you to eat and get ready so you two can spend the rest of your day together. You go shopping (and come home with armfuls of designer shopping bags), go to a restaurant (that costs basically your entire paycheck for the appetizer alone), and drive around the city in one of his all-too-nice cars. You both fall asleep the second you come home, exhausted from all the love shared throughout the day.
Geto who likes to treat Valentine’s day as if it were any other date. Don’t get me wrong though, because every date with him is special and unforgettable. He picks you up from your workplace with an assortment of purple, pink, white, and red flowers. He plants a kiss on your lips as you get into his car, and the two of you head to the restaurant that you seem to always come back to. Dinner is eaten, conversations are spoken, and the two of you head back home to watch a movie. Whether it be The Notebook or The Conjuring, movies are always enjoyable with him. The two of you bundle up under one blanket on the couch and share a couple snacks, very much enjoying your Valentine’s this year.
Nanami who prefers to do Valentine’s at home. Although going out and spoiling you is nice too, he would much rather stay at home with you. A mundane day is his favorite, considering his incredibly demanding life. So, for Valentine’s day, he skips out on whatever overtime he may be forced into, and comes home to you with some white tulips. You two make and have a candlelit dinner, bake a cake, watch a shitty romcom, have a warm bath while talking about your days, and sleep entangled with each other. It’s nothing special, but it’s something the both of you couldn’t keep yourselves from looking forward to.
Toji who truly is trying his best. It almost makes you hysterical, seeing him be so stupified by a holiday for love, but you know he just wants to try for you. He comes home with totally irrelevant gifts: lilies (which is normal), a whisk, red towels, and play-doh. You’re dying laughing, clenching onto your core and holding onto the counter for support as you fall over from laughing. He’s just utterly mortified. So, in an attempt to make it up, Toji invites you out to dinner. Toji loves to see you all dressed up, so this is great for him too. He treats you to dinner, but the wait for a table during Valentine’s is absurdly long at every restaurant. Toji ends up taking you to get some random ramen place he knows, and after treating you to ice cream. The two of you come home and fall asleep. Some people may not have considered your day favorable, but you think it’s absolutely perfect and wouldn’t trade it for anything else.
Sukuna who doesnt give a single flying fuck about Valentine’s day. But, he is willing to give it a chance this time around, just for you. He grumbles as he walks through the store staring at all the people deciding what to buy for their loved ones. He eventually picked up a box of chocolates, a bouquet of pink carnations, and a white stuffed bear because those just happened to be the things that were popular amongst other shoppers. He looks online for date ideas, and figures tickets to a museum wouldn’t be so bad. He surprises you with the gifts when you come home, and you are so excited. He thinks that maybe this whole “Valentine’s” ordeal isn’t so bad after all. He’s trying, and maybe soon he will see improvement, and that’s wonderful to you.
lowkey a filler post bc my real valentines special is not done... enjoy this instead. happy valentines, everyone!
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Hey anon here
I know I will be sounding very stupid here and as much as I love being a delulu fan but I know how the bl industry works and as for a fact the entire entertainment Business for that matter, it's about engagement and fan services, I saw almost all the couples of gmmtv put stories about their dates and how they celebrated their valantine with each other but then realistically speaking I know for a fact most of it was fan service coz no way each cp in a company is dating each other so what's your take on this whole thing, also I'm not saying they are faking it or something like if some of them are dating then that's really good but all of them it's hard to believe
Also I'm a firstkhao fan and well as much as I wanted them to post something just to feed my delulu but then they didn't and that's so them and how many chances do you think of them dating two different people is true as I saw on fan speaking about it and I know it was for fun but then why not it's their Life after all and we are just fans who live them together
Hi anon.
So, I’m not going to say I know much about how CPs and the entertainment business work.
However, I think you are right in saying that most official CPs (and even some who are not - like Kapook and Ciize!! 😉) put up some sort of photoshoots or coupl-y type of activities (either going for dinner/sunset dates or making reels of giving each other beautiful bouquet of flower etc.) are doing a level of fanservice - be it for the fans to squeal over, promoting their upcoming series or to attract engagement to better their work prospects.
But I also feel most of these CPs are genuine friends in real-life and for them, doing these sorts of activities are fun for them. After all, you get to hang out with a close friend whom you cherish, even if you have to put up a photo (or 2) +/- video reels on your social media as an “obligatory post.”
What I do feel somehow sad for the CPs are when fans (+ media outlets) keep asking insistently “what are your plans with so and so?” - I’m pretty sure JoongDunk got asked multiple times these questions leading up to Valentine’s Day. And then asked again during their recent work event on 14/02/25 - what their Valentine’s dinner plan is? What gifts did the boys buy each other? How do you guys show each other your love? (Or something to that effect) - cause I saw Dunk (to his credit he was very professional), answering that Joong’s way to show love is by physical affection while he showed his by cooking/baking with Joong always the first one to taste his food.
Maybe I’m in the minority, but my personal opinion - if the CPs want to tell us, they can do so without anyone else badgering them about it through their social media posts at their own time and choosing.
As for FirstKhaotung (they are also my OTP 😂anon!!!)…I admit I was puzzled when the fans are disappointed about the lack of “Valentine updates” from them.
Firstly, both boys wished the fans “Happy Valentine’s Day” on Twitter (even if First was trolling us with a picture of P’Tha in the middle of him and Khaotung 🤣)
Secondly, both boys posted IG updates of them wishing the other Valentine’s Day with song choices that I could only interpret as love confession to each other… 🙂↕️🙂↕️🙂↕️
Thirdly, are we all that surprised the boys don’t put up videos/pictures of them giving each other flowers/chocolates? (Or doing couple photoshoots?) - I get the feeling they are just happily nesting in Khaotung’s brand new house with 3 fur babies around them while playing video games after perhaps brunch/lunch + shopping together (cause let’s be honest, that will be their version of a perfect Valentine’s Day).
So , Iike you anon - I am not surprised by the minimal Valentine posts/photos from them (in fact, I was pleasantly shocked the IG posts from them happened at all - which led me into more delulu land hahah)
As for them actually dating another person 🤷🏽♀️…who knows. If/when it happens, I’ll cheer them on. However, all I know is that whoever is dating First/Khaotung, will actually be dating them as a set rather than one person 😂. My head canon is that F/K going on a date with someone, and the bestie who is NOT on that date will just tag along anyway 🤸 …
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#delulu land is fun as long as we know it’s delulu#khaotung thanawat#first kanaphan#firstkhao#CP culture#asked and answered#Valentine’s day
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𝕏𝕆𝕏𝕆, 𝔽𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕩.
this might be one of my favourite things i've written. hope you enjoy! happy v-day💌
Queued + not proofread!
Felix Catton + fem!reader. Warnings : Cussing. Drugs. Long.
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Desc. : You don't want to fix him, but you do, anyway.
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Okay, okay, so he beat someone up on campus, so fucking what?
It's called being a good fucking person. Look, you do not let some utter chav get away with cat-calling a girl in the middle of the dining hall, and then a frat party, where she might have been roofied if she'd have been dumber (thank god she wasn't), and in a fucking library, just because she couldn't cause a scene. Three strikes and he was out.
But apparently, so was Felix.
"No, Sir, I'm telling you, he was--'
"Professor Walker."
Professor. Asshole. "Professor. I apologise. Professor, I'm telling you, he was being absolutely dodgy!"
"Mr. Catton, I'd advise you to stay calm--"
His fist slammed on the table, the pens on this useless waste of a PhD's desk bouncing, seemingly in tune with Felix's blood pressure. "YOU are a philosophy professor, yeah? Don't bloody talk about practical shite to me, and don't tell me what to do about what happens in the real world, when your whole career is telling people to overthink everything and keep their heads in the clouds!"
Uh, whoops.
His adrenaline shot down as fast as it had shot up and all of a sudden, he was acutely aware of his ranking in this shithole.
Student.
He's lucky he wasn't expelled.
Because the philosophy 'professor' said "young minds often reject new ideas".
Figures.
He got let off with a warning, an extremely disappointed voicemail from his mother (Felix, dear, you know philosophy was my major, that was a horrid joke to make), to sit in on one month's worth of philosophy lectures - surprisingly, without charge - and a mandatory weekly anger management session for the rest of the academic year.
That last bit was what he was most chagrined about.
He did not need a bloody shrink. GOD. He was fine. He just couldn't handle the philosophy 'professor' telling him to 'stay calm' when he was perfectly calm. Maybe he knew that would set him off. Any class with Felix in it is sure to get more listeners. So maybe it was this Professor Walker mooching off his campus-wide popularity.
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Having to miss classes wasn't exactly on your bucket list, but your body was far less used to Oxford winters than you'd expected, and so the flu decided to scrape a week off your lectures. You made up for it, though, being a swot on your first free week of Uni, and not needing to catch up on much.
However, there was definitely no chance your professor took too kindly to your absence, seeing as psychology was your major, and she expected you to be there, rain, hail or shine. Star student, you were not, but the only one taking it seriously, you were.
So here you were, sitting in front of her as she regarded you. "You need extra credit."
"Yes, Professor."
"Your career path?"
"Uh... undecided."
"Career focus?"
"Psychology.' That, you knew.
She hummed, shaking a packet of sugar before ripping the corner. You watched the tiny, crystalline cubes get engulfed by the brown of her coffee.
"You should try going into therapy."
For a moment, you almost chewed her head off.
"As a career.", she clarified, almost snorting as she saw your expression. "You interact well with people, and you have a good grasp on the subject." Ah. Say that properly, bitch.
"Here's what I'll do.", she declared, taking a large sip of her coffee - you were almost 90% sure she'd made it Irish earlier - before sliding a small, stapled pile of papers over to you. "I'll give you all the tools you'll need. See if you can get them memorized and come back for a solo quiz later this week. Then, you can begin conducting."
Conducting?
You skimmed your eyes over the stack of paper. Weekly mandatory anger management sessions. Split second, and you thought it was for you, because maybe she had heard you mentally call her a bitch.
"An extremely hardworking and well-scoring student recently got into an altercation on campus, on grounds.", she explained, and you nodded, your eyes not leaving the stack of paper.
'Conducted by' : blank. You supposed that's where you were supposed to sign.
"Although we have a strict policy against harrasment and conflict, none of the three parties involved has openly stated discrimination. The only solid thing the university has got is a confession from the initiator and witnesses from the side of the victim. But given his clean record so far, we have resorted to only this. Sessions to contain any such future outbursts."
Who even was this kid, and why was he your form of extra credit? "But I'd be using him as a lab rat, basically."
"Come again?"
"I'm not qualified or licensed to conduct these sessions, so I don't think--"
She waved you off, the bint. "It's a mere formality, no need to put stock into it. That's not to say you can slack off, half-arse it, either, but he's had no history of violence and is known to be a relatively good-tempered student."
Then why the fuck?
"We figure he can be let off easy - we'd never take sides, so this is off the record, but he was justified - and you can get extra credit, and the victim can be appeased. Quiet and a win-win-win."
The coffee now completely drained, she watched you think it over while staring blankly at the space in which you needed to sign your name. Inhaling deeply, she leaned over, gently prying it from you and flipping the page. "This bit, very important. Sort of like an NDA. No, maybe... an ANS. Agreement Not to Sue. But less official."
"This looks more like summat he should be signing. Basically, since I'm not a licensed therapist, if he doesn't get better, or gets more fucked, the Uni isn't to blame?"
"You need to sign it, too. You'll have to record the sessions, as well."
"So you know I'm not 'half-arsing' it?"
"So we know he's coming to them. But yeah. That too.", she smiled, tilting her head. "You in?"
Well, yeah, you kind of had to be, seeing as she cut marks for your absences out of sheer fucking spite.
You nodded and so did she. "Brilliant! Sign here."
Scrawling your sign - that you came up with in the eighth grade instead of fucking having fun like a kid - on the blank spots her manicured nail hovered over, you bit the inside of your cheek. Was it weird that they weren't telling you who it was?
Was it weird that the sheet had been blank when it was brought to you, meaning whoever this bloke was, he had no clue what was coming?
Uh huh. Yeah.
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"A student?! A first year fucking student? I'm getting a kid-shrink?"
"It's a mere formality. Given your record, we're sure you don't even require these sessions--"
"Professor! Come on! Can't we just say I took them?"
It's quite interesting how chill a philosophy professor can actually be once you get to know them personally. And Walker was cool, as Felix had come to find out in the past couple days of knowing him.
"Afraid not. But I'm sure she's been adequately trained by the psychology in-charge to handle these sessions."
"Why can't the in-charge do it? Would actually do summat!"
"She's busy."
He scoffed as he was handed a stapled stack of papers. "What's this, then?"
"Read it."
He did, for a while, before looking up at him with raised eyebrows. "What is this, a Liability Waiver for if she bollockses my mental health by accident?"
"More or less."
Sweet lord. "Oh, fantastic, so I'm a scapegoat, a trial for this first year, am I? See if counselling is her 'thing'?"
"You know, a more positive attitude towards this, and you might not have to go the whole year.'
"What, sayin' she'll give up?"
Walker looked almost amused, snorting. "No. I'm saying you might actually get a solution for your rage issues."
"I don't have--'
"You could learn a thing or two, Felix. Learn to calm your temper - no matter how non-existent you claim it to be - and learn how to be happier."
"Brilliant. A first year is going to teach me about the joys of non-reactivity, then? Brilliant. We'll see her keep her temper when a girl's being near groped in front of her, hm?"
"We'll need to have you sign there and there and twice on the last page, please."
"She got this before me?", he muttered, glaring at the signatures already present on the pages. "So she got to decide whether she wants to deal with me, not the other way around!? Unbelievable."
"Sign, please, Felix."
He grumbled under his breath, attempting to recall whether he'd ever even heard your name before, as he messily signed something that was probably not his signature, on each page. He has no clue what his signature is. He figured he'd sort it out when he takes over the family estate (or business), or whatever.
"None of these look the same."
"Well, this is hardly official is it? 'S long as my name's there, it's not a problem, yeah?"
"You're gonna give me a migraine before my first week as your student advisor.", he muttered, accepting the sheets back anyway. "Okay, good. Sessions start Saturday."
Fucking spectacular, now this girl was taking his weekends away.
WEEK 1
Your pen twirled between your fingers and the inside of your cheek practically split open with how frequently you'd been resorting to chewing on it lately.
You'd passed the solo quiz that your professor had set up for you, and she'd declared you 'adequately trained' to take these sessions.
Okay? And? What, were you supposed to jump in joy?
Late. This arsehole, 'Felix Catton' was his name. You just... try as you might, you couldn't place a face to the familiar name. And that face was almost ten minutes late.
But one thing you would not do is get up and leave until the hour was up. Work ethic. Wait till the last moment. With any luck, he wouldn't show up at all, and you could complain, and get extra credit some other way--
The door exploded open, and shuffling, throwing-off of a coat and grumbled-settling-down was heard, as you looked up from your notes.
"You're the first year, then?"
Oh, THIS GUY?! Whoa, whoa, whoa, yeah, you remembered him!
You nodded. "Yes. Uh, just a second, Mr. Catton.", you muttered, angling the video camera right, ignoring the scoff it elicited from the junior.
"I'm two years older than you."
"What would you like me to call you?" That plug from the Christmas party who tried to overcharge me?
He watched you fiddling with the device for a bit before sitting up, one leg crossed over another as he huffed, playing with his rings. "Felix is fine."
"Felix it is, then.", you mumbled, finally getting the thing to work, before clearing your throat and sitting up. Here we go. "So, Felix.", you began, trying to smile off the awkwardness. "We're here to just go through these Uni-mandated sessions, so that you may have an insight into conflict resolution and--"
"Do you wanna know why I'm here in this bloody session?"
You glanced over to the camera for a second, feeling like you were in a fucking Office episode, before nodding, gesturing at him to continue. Fuck, if this shite went on the record and he said summat so unbelievably stupid you were at a loss for words, you could kiss your extra credit goodbye.
"I punched a lad. Hard, till his nose bled and he couldn't stand up without support."
You nodded, flicking through the file of information you'd received from some advisor of his, Professor Walker. Nice chap. "Yes, I see that. How does that make you feel? Did it make you feel powerful?"
"Mhm.", he hummed, nodding as he glared at you, a sort of smirk on his face, like he thought this would have you freaking out about his sadistic tendencies. It's funny he thought you cared.
"Happy?'
"Very."
"I see. But one thing that's conveniently missing from your file.", you replied, eyes flicking accusatorily to the camera before reaching his eyes once more. "Is why you did it.", you stated, your fingers intertwining as you looked at him with rapt attention.
This seemed to throw him for a loop, the self-satisfied grin fading for a moment.
"Why'd you want to know, sweetheart? So that you can record me confessing to the crime on tape?", he mused, gesturing at the camera before reclining back in his seat, his arms crossed. "Because I'm sorry to disappoint your wide-eyed, freshman dreams, but I've already said it, on the record."
You frowned, tilting your head softly for a moment. "No, I'm asking, because I truly don't know. They wouldn't give me your identity, let alone your case."
"Well, I hit a lad. For cat-calling a girl."
He observed your face almost twitch for a moment, and he figured you were about to throw the camera at him, but instead, you switched it off. "And they're punishing you for it?", you asked, leaning your forearms in front of him, basically whispering although the camera was off.
Huh. Whoa, maybe you were on his side.
"Yeah, isn't it mental?", he scoffed, leaning in, too. "I figured I should get some sort of medal, y'know? Maybe a commendation from the dean."
"I wouldn't go that far, but it's good, what you did.", you laughed, softly.
"Exactly!", he huffed, a genuine smile now on his face as he leaned back, rubbing his hands over his jaw. "Wow. I- sorry, love, but I didn't expect us to, like, agree."
"No, no, yeah, totally! I thought you were a hotheaded twat. I didn't expect...", you exclaimed, gesturing at him. "Reason."
"Right. Well, okay, great! Uh, phew, yeah?"
You nodded.
"So, yeah, this is cool. We'll just... you'll take care of it, won't ya? Thanks, you're a peach.", he grinned, standing up and not believing his bloody luck!
"Hey, hey, where are you going?"
Turning, he frowned. "Well, we agree. So you'll talk to your in-charge, and say I don't need it, yeah? Oh, oh, you want me to stay the hour so you can, like, log it in. Yeah, yeah, got it.", he mumbled, nodding eagerly.
"What? No." He was, uh... clearly not on the same page as you.
His smile faded slowly. "What?"
"We've got weeks left of this."
"Yeah, but. Wait, I thought you agreed with me."
"I do. It's bonkers to punish you, but, it's mandatory, so."
"'So'? So, go do summat about it, then!", he cried, gesturing at nothing in particular. "Tell 'em there's nothing to work on!"
"I'm not just going to--"
"WHY?!"
You almost flinched. God. Maybe he did have anger issues.
"WHAT'S IN IT FOR YOU?!"
Oh, oh-- uh oh. He didn't even know why you were doing it, and you were sure he'd blow five gaskets if he did.
"Just finish it, stop causing unecessary problems!"
"No, seriously! What's in it for you?"
"SIT DOWN!"
For some reason, that, he listened to.
He slumped down.
"Shut up and do what you were instructed to do." Lord knows where you'd got the balls to talk to a junior like that.
Reaching over to turn the camera back on, you began again. "What would you like me to call you?", you repeated.
"How about I call you something and we can workshop sm'n out for me later?", he grumbled under his breath.
"Sorry? You weren't audible. What was that?"
"Nothing. Felix."
"Felix.", you echoed, nodding. "We're here to just go through these Uni-mandated sessions, so that you may have an insight into conflict resolution and live an overall, controlled and more fulfilling life and have a more fruitful experience here at Oxford.", you read off the script, jaw clenched, mirroring his dirty look.
"Yes, I'm aware, thank you, freshie."
"I'd like it if you adressed me by my name. You already know it from the sign-up form for the sessions, but I am happy to repeat it if you wish.'
"Sign-up form?", he scoffed, looking directly at the camera. "Is that what they're calling it on the record?"
"That is what it is."
"Sweet Lord, it's a Liabil-- hey.", he grimaced, narrowing his eyes at you as you kneed him from under the table.
"Right. Y/N. Am I supposed to call you 'Doctor', too, freshie?"
"Just my name is fine."
He rolled his eyes, his hands fiddling with his rings. "Let's begin with your recount of the incident."
How many bloody times?! He was about to explode.
~~
You ended the session at exactly one hour, because you couldn't take this moron anymore, for fuck's sake.
He didn't object.
Shutting off the camera, you wordlessly packed up your things, stuffing them into your bag.
"Are they payin' ya?"
You snorted, zipping up your bag before slinging it over your shoulder. "No."
"Fuckin' snake."
"How am I a snake, Felix?", you sighed, tapping an impatient foot on the floor.
"Pretending you're on my side and that. Was that just to get information for the therapy part of it? Because that was a bitch move."
"What? No, I genuinely think it's odd that they're punishing you for something like this."
"Then why?! What could they possibly offer a fresher? They wouldn't increase your scholarship for shite this petty, so-- wait. EXTRA CREDIT?!", he gasped, standing up startlingly quick. "You're doin' this for a couple points of extra credit ?! WHAT?!"
"So what if I am?", you asked, schooling your face and your voice to be the picture of calm. "Either way, these sessions are mandated if you don't want this to escalate. It'll be over before you know it."
"EXTRA CREDIT?!", he practically shrieked, as he followed you out the door. "How bloody pathetic! You're going against what you know is right for extra bloody credit?! Just fucking study!"
"It'll be over before you know it, Felix."
"For the rest of the academic year, I have to come to you every Saturday and listen to you blabbering on about how to 'take deep breaths and count to ten'.", he scoffed, incredulously, easily overtaking you and obstructing your path in more ways than one.
"Doesn't always have to be a Saturday."
Oh, he was about to actually get anger issues.
"This pisses you off, too! Come on, admit it, fresher! You don't like this any more than I do!", he declared, crossing his arms defiantly.
You sort of liked pissing him off. Gave you much more to work with, sadistically. Reaching into your bag, you handed him the tiny blue journal you'd bought. "Here."
"What is this?"
"It's for noting down your feelings. You will have to fill at least one page every day and bring it back to me during our sessions."
He gaped incredulously at you as you shouldered past him. You're giving him homework?!
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WEEK 5
"You're not taking off your helmet?"
"No. Bothers you?"
You glanced at the camera for a second, before shaking your head, the corners of your lips turned down in feigned and exaggerated indifference. "No."
"Because I'll keep it on, mud and all. I fell on the way here."
"You fell?"
"Yeah. Helmet's now my coping mechanism. Calms me, y'know?" That made no bloody sense!
"So you're keeping it on."
'You wouldn't deny me my coping mechanism, would you, Y/N?"
You sucked on your teeth, shaking your head once more. Dirt on the desk, dirt on your laptop, dirt-- FUCK!
"No, it's alright."
He grinned slyly, nodding, before sliding the journal over to you. "I filled it."
"Entirely?" It's only Week 5, what the hell?
"Yes, actually. I'm an overachiever."
You raised a brow, taking it from him and placing it next to his file.
"So. How are we doing today?", you asked, once again intertwining your fingers and placing them on the desk as you leaned closer to the imbecile.
"You're not readin' it?"
Oh, please, like you had no clue what was in there. "No, actually, I've got to directly submit this to both your advisor and my in-charge."
"What?"
"Yeah, protocol. That's why I said to take it one week at a time so we can monitor progress, but it seems you're an 'overachiever' - your words, not mine."
"Can I have it back?" His tone was almost nervous, and you were now even more certain what he'd actually bloody written in there.
You almost smirked before you remembered the presence of the camera. "You want it back, Felix?"
"Yeah, I think I, uh, used a couple of profanities."
"That's alright, I'm sure they'll understand."
"Can I please have it back?"
You shrugged, holding it out for him to take, letting him tug on it for a moment before you released it from your grasp. "Would you like another one? Since you've filled this one?"
"I'll buy my own."
"Very well. I ask again, how are you doing today?"
He huffed, momentarily looking like he was actually prepared to answer honestly. "Great."
"Great.", you echoed, your pen twirling between your fingers. "And define 'great' to you."
"Not shite.", he said through gritted teeth.
"In more elaborate, less crude terms, please, Mr. Felix.'
"I am doing well today. Not bad.", he mumbled, playing with the buckle of the helmet he'd so adamantly kept on that was now seeming a bit too bloody tight. But he couldn't take it off. Not when it was clearly bothering you. "Nothing particularly terrible or triggering has occurred."
"And is that always the standard you measure your experiences on? 'Not bad'? If nothing 'terrible or triggering' has happened, it's a 'great' day?", you asked offhandedly, noting it down. 'Not shite'.
His eyes darted up to you. "What?"
"I said, is that always the stand--"
"No, I heard you. Just... isn't that what everyone does?"
"Do you think it is? Do you think it's what everyone does? Have any of your friends told you it is what they do?"
"What do you do?"
"Me?" Were you allowed to answer this? Is that against some therapist rule? You weren't sure, and you couldn't really ask your textbook right now, could you?
He nodded, mildly intrigued.
"Personally, for me to count a day as 'great', there should be an equal balance of absence of bad things and presence of good things."
"Well, then, I fell off my bike, but I did well on a test. Is that, in your books, a 'great' day?"
"Depends. Which do you weigh more? Is falling off a bike worse than getting a bad grade, or is getting a good grade better than staying upright on a bike?"
"Getting a good grade."
"Well, then, I suppose, there's your answer."
Huh. This was an odd perspective he's never exactly... heard before. Wait, no! This shite is not working, fuck off, fresher!
"Whatever."
"Whatever indeed.", you nodded. "You seem to have a better attitude this week, to the session." He did not. But it would piss him off if he thought that you thought this was working.
"I do not."
"Oh, well, then, pardon me, my mistake. So, tell me. Why do you think it is, that you're not particularly interested in these sessions?"
"Because I don't have anger issues. If a bloke catcalls a girl once, it's whatever - still bad - but whatever. Happens. But if he keeps doin' it, almost roofies her at a party and constantly tailing her, and then tryin' to score in a fucking library, just because she can't yell out at him, that's, like... creep behaviour!"
You nodded. "Yes, you mentioned this, in the first session, and also to your student advisor, it seems.", you replied, tapping the tip of your pen at the bit of the file that mirrored what he was saying.
"And you think that that's a therapy-worthy answer."
"Why do you not think you're going to get anything out of these sessions, Felix? Even without anger issues, per se, everyone could use some guidance in controlling their emotions and resolving conflict peacefully, wouldn't you agree?"
"No, I would not agree. I think that if you're being an absolute prick , then no amount of peaceful talking is going to do anything. You need to get physical. Teach a lesson."
"I see. And you know this works because...?"
"Because he's shut up, hasn't he?"
"Right, but maybe he's still doing it. Perhaps not to that particular girl, but how do you know for sure you've 'taught him a lesson'?"
"Because- well.", he muttered. Shut up, fresher! "He's not that daft! He wouldn't risk another beating!"
"If he's daft enough to do it three times even after she expressed disinterest, Felix, I'm sure he might be 'daft' enough to 'risk another beating'."
He tsked, taking off the bloody tight fucking helmet, and running his hands through his hair. You watched the brown spill through the gaps of his fingers, before your eyes came back to his face. "You're frustrated?"
"Yes, I'm frustrated."
"What do you usually do, when you're frustrated?"
"Certainly not sit in a room with a fresher and 'talk about it'!"
"Right, I suppose you don't.", you replied, smiling. "So what is it you do?"
"I dunno, smoke?"
"Smoke?", you asked, tilting your head, noting it down. "You smoke?"
"Yeah, I smoke. What, you going to turn this into a cancer-awareness session?"
"I'm simply trying to understand you, Felix."
"What is this, like a first date, you learn shite about me, and see if I'm worth anything in your eyes?", he scoffed.
"Would that make it easier to open up?"
"No! God! What high school did you go to? Idiot."
"Oh, so we are going with the first date thing?"
"No- I- you're so stupid! I don't actually care what high school you went to! It was rhetoric!"
His outburst, oddly, was not followed by a calm and infuriating retort, in fact, you just looked back at him, disappointed, it looked like. But that was impossible, because that would mean you gave a crap, which, you couldn't. You did this for extra credit like a fuckin' try-hard, right?
The silence almost devours him whole as he looks into your eyes - why were they so... he didn't even know, that look you were giving him just... freaked him out.
"Time's up. You can leave."
What?! No, no, no, he just got here.
"Already?"
He heard the video camera shut off. "Time flies when you're actually working with me, Felix, y'know?"
"Don't get used to it, I had a shit day.'
You chuckled softly, nodding. "I won't. Have a nice rest o' your weekend, Catton."
WEEK 10
"Hello again, Felix."
"Hi."
"You seem cheery today."
"Yes, actually. I went out last night. Downed a couple pints with the lads. It was fun."
"I'm glad you had fun."
He nodded, pursing his lips as he rocked back and forth, awkwardly.
"Yes, so. If you don't mind, I'd just like to go back to some things that were left unfinished in some of the previous sessions. Let's circle back to your mention of what you do when you're frustrated. Smoke. Anything else?"
He sighed, rubbing his temple as he looked up at you. 'No. Well, if you're talking about last night, uh, drink, yeah, sometimes, but never to change my mood or whatever."
"I see. So that's all you do, when frustrated?"
"Yeah. Smoke."
"How about this. Next time you feel frustrated, instead of picking up a pack of cigarettes, pick up a pen."
"What, write down my feelings like a thirteen year old girl?"
"No, draw. On paper, on a desk, on your hand, who cares? Draw."
"Draw?"
"Yeah. It's worked for me, and you seem to be responding slightly better when I give you real life examples of what's worked and not worked for me, so."
"What, the bike thing from Session 5?! Because I-- Oh, please, you're not that bloody smart! Anyone could've said that, doesn't mean I'm 'responding better' just because you said it worked for you, you're a fuckin' fresher, everything you read in your stupid little psych textbooks would work for you!", he snapped. He didn't even know what half of that meant. He just wanted to say something.
"See, it seems that this is more what you do when you're frustrated, Felix, per my observation. You're free to correct me if I'm wrong, but since our previous sessions, this sort of insulting defensiveness is what I feel you resort to."
"'M not defensive. I just think this is pointless."
"Yes, you've made that quite apparent."
"Well, then how about you just declare me fixed?"
"It's not about declaring you, alright, it's about finishing the minimum duration provided to us by the University."
"Fine."
Silence. "So. I ask again. Why not draw?"
"Fine, I'll draw."
"Alright. Thank you, Felix. Time's up."
"What?!"
"Just kidding. You've only been here five minutes. How about... and humour me here...", you muttered, reaching under the desk and groping around until you pull out two sketchbooks. "We draw right now?"
"What, and then you analyse how fucked I am in the head?"
"Or we just draw. We don't even have to talk.", you replied, handing him the sketchbook. God, this better work. You'd had to draw info from child psych books for this guy.
~~
It took barely five minutes for him to begin talking again.
"What are these pencils?"
"Don't ask me, they're all Oxford-provided."
"What a joke. You know, when I was a fresher, I didn't even let myself think of borrowing anything from Uni, I got all my own shite, and even if I lost it, I'd ask it to be sent over from home."
"Really?" Fucking rich boy cunt.
"Mhm.", he hummed, the scratches of his incessant scribbling almost grating in the silent room, but also comfortable, somehow, blending in with the smooth swish sounds of your own, lazy strokes. "Only the best. Can't afford mistakes, can I?"
Can't afford? You'd researched him enough to know that little existed of the sort for him.
"I suppose you can't."
"Y'know, I fucking lost my shite third week of freshman year. How about you?"
"I'm handling it okay, thanks for asking." You were, in fact, not. Your assignments were all overdue by now, and you were having to pull all-nighters that bled steadily into mornings because of this new extra-credit task you'd taken on, and to top it all off, none of the other Professors seemed to care that the Uni was milking the two of you. Abusing your need to improve your grade - although you shouldn't fucking need it -and subjecting him to these sessions with none of his own volition.
"That's good to hear. How close are you to offing yourself, then?", he mused, raising a brow and licking the back of his molars as his eyes slowly reached yours. Fuck. He was onto you.
You tsked, reaching over and shutting off the camera. "You know I have better things to do than edit this to cut out your little quips, right? I really can't have you talking about offin' yourself."
"Oh, so you're also a drown-in-alcohol kind of person, I see."
What in the everloving fuck-- "God, get a fuckin' life, mate.", you muttered, reaching back up to switch the camera on after silently glaring and counting down from three.
"I'm handling it okay, thanks for asking.", you repeated.
"Huh. Really?"
"Yes. Why, is your school year not going okay?"
"No, it's going spectacular. My parents pay for an afternoon to go off once a week for a useless fresher to tell their son to meditate."
You chose not to respond to that, instead pursing your lips and continuing to draw. A flower, it seemed, your hands wished to create.
"Why do you even need extra credit?"
"I was sick, and I missed a couple classes."
"Oh, and you flunked the tests?", he asked, reaching over to grab your pencil out of your hands and use the eraser on the back of it, before tossing it back to you. Prick, and if that smirk was any indication, smug prick.
"No, actually, I'd already finished a good chunk of the syllabus content my first couple weeks so I did fine in my tests."
"So why?"
He looked genuinely curious. So genuinely curious, that you actually felt like this was a first date and he was an annoyingly inquisitive romantic candidate.
"She just didn't like the absences." Plus, everyone else just took Psych to slack off.
"That's not fair."
"Yeah, well, you beat up a creep for a girl and they're punishing you, so."
His eyes flicked over to the camera momentarily. "That's on the record."
"It should be."
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Normalcy is hard to achieve because it's never truly been attained.
Now, this kind of knowledge is only acquired when you take a philosophy class - like you - but since Felix was a PolSci-stuck-up-arsehole, it really didn't strike him that the life he'd lived before you had neither been normal nor happy.
Which is why when he found you and a couple of your friends hanging out by the lawn of a frat party, passing around a spliff, he just couldn't resist.
"Is this your coping mechanism, then?"
He reveled in the groan you replied with.
"Ladies, if you could excuse us?"
You rolled your eyes as all your mates nodded slyly before scrambling up. With hungry and suggestive looks at him and then you, they waved subtly. Spectacular. They already thought you were hooking up and now... fuck.
"Ah. I think we're gonna need that, if you will.", he called, winking as he grabbed the spliff from one of them, before settling down next to you. "See? I'm a celebrity. You should bring that up next time, see if you can't do anything with it."
"What?"
"Like, ask me about that. Incorporate it. 'How's it feel, Felix, being the life of the party, and the apple of everyone's eye?'"
"Incorp-- do you think this is a game? Like this is a play?!"
"Well, yeah. It's basicall--"
"GOD, you absolute prick! I'm here freakin' out about the syllabus, tests, and stayin' up to analyse and collate your bullshit and I have to submit it and study resources for it and--", you paused, catching your breath and glaring at him before taking a hit to calm your nerves. "And you think it's a story, like an improv session, where we add off each other.", you mumbled the last bit out.
"What are you, burnt-out from this shite?"
You didn't respond and he watched the smoke flow above the two of you. "God. You are. What sort of a freshman's burnt out by second term?"
"The kind that has to be a shrink to some anger-issued arsehole."
"Hey, c'mon, you-", he huffed, tilting his head at you. "You don't have to put too much effort into this, it's a formality."
"To you!", you yelled, sitting up in frustration, your elbow on your knee and your blunt in your fingers.
He sat up, too, sighing. "I'm sorry. For what it's worth."
"Worth nothing."
"Yeah, I can tell.", he muttered, hiding a scoff. "Gimme."
You rolled your eyes, but handed him the spliff nevertheless, which he grumbled as he took a drag of. Knees elevated to his chest, he exhaled the smoke. "This is good. Is it American?'
"How should I know?"
"You don't care what sort of weed you smoke? This actually is one of your coping methods?"
"For the love of-- lay off, man!"
"Whoa, whoa, it's a joke!"
"You're a joke!"
He almost laughed at that. Almost, because he'd had quite fucking enough of you. He didn't forget who he was just because you might have changed his perspective a little. He was still Felix motherfucking Catton, a motherfucking Upperclassman. And when he was a fresher, he had to treat his Upperclassmen with utmost respect- no, reverence - so he'll be damned if he's gonna let you sit here and call him a joke.
"Stand up."
"What?"
"Stand up."
"Why?"
"NOW, FRESHER, NOW!" Okay, the startle in your body language made him feel the tiniest bit bad, but still, it was exactly what had been done to him, and he wasn't all whiny about it.
"Okay, okay, I'm up, I'm up!", you mumbled, straightening out your shirt. "What?"
He had no clue what he wanted you to stand up for.
"So. The reason I had you shoot up..."
Think, Felix! Think!
"...Is actually quite simple, really. I'm sure you've already guessed."
"You want to get my mind off it or summat."
Sure. "Good. You're smart. And how will I be doing that?"
You shrugged. "Take me on a joyride on your stupid bicycle or summat.", you grumbled.
Sure. Let's go with that. Better than Felix's idea of making you do jumping jacks, like his seniors had done to him.
"Wow, maybe shrinks really can read minds. And at least you have one of your own.", he replied, flicking your forehead as he shepherded you over to the exit of the party. Yeah, he didn't think through how far you'd have to walk before you actually reached his bike. Oh, well. Better for him.
"So.", he began, arms swinging exaggeratedly at his side. "Have you heard anything from your in-charge yet? Walker won't tell me anything."
You shook your head. "It's all the same. 'Received tapes. Good work. Keep going.' Like I'm bloody angling for a gold star."
"Well, you're angling for the college equivalent of a gold star, which is a smidge of extra credit."
Shrugging, you seemed to agree. It was a pleasant sort of... stoned sort of quiet for the rest of the walk until his bike came into view. "There it is."
"That's the bike you fell off of after you aced your test?"
"Yeah."
"How?", you scoffed, buckling up the little helmet he offered you "Thing looks brand new."
"What, you were expecting some post-war, ancient bike?", he snorted, clambering onto the seat.
"Yeah, I thought it'd be some rusty, squeaky, rickety thing. How's this supposed to work? Where do I sit?"
"On your own bike's seat.", he replied, gesturing to the rest of the bicycle lot.
"I don't have a bloody bicycle! I'm normal! I walk to classes!"
"How close is your dorm?!"
"Quite."
"Well...", he huffed, taking off his helmet. 'Well, okay, so, just... take one."
"Take one?"
"Like... a random one. Borrow an unlocked one."
"Steal, you mean."
"Semantics."
"I'm not stealing."
He groaned. He had way too much of a heart to punish you like his seniors did.
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"Could you slow down?!"
He watched you grumble before you slowed down, allowing him to jog up next to you. "I'm going to hold onto the handlebar because I wouldn't put it past you to steal my bike and then ask me 'how did that make you feel?' in the next session."
You actually had to stop the bike to laugh for that one.
"Oh, she acts human.", he remarked, crossing his arms across his chest as he regarded you. "Alright, it's not... that funny."
But you just didn't stop laughing.
Well, until you started crying.
Maybe that weed was laced. Yeah, he was feelin' a bit off, himself. Shit.
"I mean, fuck, Felix, mate, you- you know I don't think you should be antagonized like this, yeah? You're... you, you're good, you- you helped a girl, and your anger issues are good!"
Okay, clearly the laced weed was hitting you both at the same time, somehow. Either it was causing him to mishear some sympathy from your end or causing you to express sympathy. Either way, somehow, you were both oddly on the same page.
"I don't have anger-bloody-issues.", he gritted out, tapping his fingers impatiently on the handlebar.
"No, mate, you do, but, like, they're good, you don't have to get all touchy about it. I like it, personally. Think it's good. You're stickin' it to the man and all that."
He scoffed as he shifted closer, flicking your - well, his - helmet back a bit. "You're on thin ice, 'mate'! I told you, I don't have anger iss--"
"You're yellin' at me right now!"
"I'm NOT--", he cut himself off, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "You're pissin' me off."
"Everything pisses you off! That's why they're called anger issues!', you retorted, and he swore he was close to pushing you off the bike and seeing how many minutes of meditation you'd employ not to uppercut him.
"I don't need your shrink bullshit, and you can't do it anyway! I don't get how you're burnt out, y'know? You half-arse everything!"
He barely knew you outside of these sessions. He was straight up lying, but he wanted to prove that it wasn't that easy to keep your calm when provoked. Especially not by some smart aleck swot-freshman who thinks her psych major means she can read his mind and give him lip.
Ow ow, ow. Fuck. He needed to sit. down. The 'weed' was definitely about to make him pop a blood vessel, because did he just see three stars in the sky run down in front of him? No. Can't be, yeah?
"D'you think...?", you groaned, hastily removing the helmet. "D'you think there was summat in the punch?"
"Think it was the weed."
"Weed doesn't-- oh."
He nodded, gently steering the bicycle to the nearest bench, which was barely a hundred paces away, observing your feet elevated and the pedals rotating on their own as he tugged it along.
Grunting lowly as he sat, he held out a hand for you after you leant the bicycle against a nearby streetlamp. You slumped down next to him. "This is why I don't take Donna's weed, but she swore it was clean."
"Some friend she is."
"Hey."
"Oh, please, come on. She lies to you, gives you laced weed because, what, she thought she knew best on what would calm you down? That's not what a friend does."
"What does a friend do? Take you on bicycle rides across campus?"
"I mean, sure. Why not?", he asked, gesturing around. "It's fresh air, yeah? We had some talkin' happening, as well, sorted out our differences and that, yeah?"
You chuckled, softly, shaking (and lightly clutching) your head. "And what did we sort out?"
"That you're a bit of a cunt. And I'm a twat."
"Second one is accurate."
"That statement just proved the first one.", he retorted, before scoffing and breaking into a fit of breathy giggles. "Fuck."
You watched the world spin for a while, a dizzying amalgamation of shapes and stars and colours and suddenly you were aware of the clothes on your body, the wind in your hair, the saliva on your tongue, the beat of your heart.
And that's when you did it. You weren't sure what you expected or why you did it, but you just ended up kissing him like it was summat you were meant to do next, like a script. Like clockwork.
He, to say the least, was surpised it was you who initiated it. Honestly. He'd always been a very daft person when it came to... well, boundaries, for one. Sane actions, for the other. However, there was something less daft and more... crazed about this drug-induced haze you were clouded in that rendered his self-awareness moot.
And so he kissed back.
Ravenously.
This, it seemed, according to the faux marijuana, was all he ever fucking needed. Poof, no anger issues. And for you? Poof, no stress.
It was wrong, to say the least. Not due to anything besides the fact that there was no logical person who'd put you two together. He groaned softly, almost reverently, as he gripped a couple locks of your hair, a wordless direction for you to get your idiotic arse over here. And you did. The kiss didn't break. You guys should get an award for that impressive feat.
But the real award should be for your desperate, bruising grip to sobriety, the one that eventually led to you pulling yourself away from his lips, breathlessly.
"I know what you're doing."
He wasn't one for biting his lip, so he bit down on yours, instead. "Yeah? What's that, babe?", he asked, fiddling with the button of your jeans.
"You're tryin' to get off the hook of these sessions by claiming conflict of interest 'cause of this."
Oh, fuck, he hadn't even thought of that. Would've been so fuckin' smart, and plus, he'd have got a lay out of it. But he didn't exactly feel like giving a premature end to these sessions that he'd - never fucking admit - grown sort of fond of.
"Or maybe, I'm trying to get off, period.", he whispered, kissing at your cheek.
"Yeah, right."
"Trust issues much?", he murmured, his hand gently sliding into the front of your jeans. "Maybe next session, we should work on that, sweetheart."
Fuck.
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No one ever tells you this - lest you experience some form of joy in life - but waking up to good smells rather than any form of sound is heaps better, calmer, lovelier.
And you woke up, not to the sound of your alarm, but to the smell of goddamn butter and toast. Like, fuck, okay. Damn. This is what life should feel like, then?
You groaned, almost ready to scream at how at peace you were, before getting out of bed, rubbing your face. You shot right back in, though. Right. You were starkers.
"Felix?!"
God, you hoped it was actually him and you hadn't had some sort of adventure after him last night.
He practically left skid marks, the way he rushed to the bedroom doorway. "Uh huh?"
"Where the fuck are my clothes?"
"Oh, I put them in the wash."
"Felix--"
"Just kidding. They're in that drawer, there." Across the room.
"Could you get them for me?"
He smirked. 'Yeah."
"'Yeah' as in you will, or 'yeah' as in you could, but you won't?"
His smirk dissolved into an almost fond simper. "You know me so well."
"I'm not walkin' out naked."
"See, what is it with you girls, gosh! As if I didn't see everything last night, now you're suddenly all coy?", he teased, yanking the drawer open and tossing you your clothes, rolling his eyes before turning around so you could change. "Last night count as a breach of, uh, what is it...?"
"Not breach. But Conflict of Interest. Yeah. So, I'm guessing you're free, now. No more sessions."
"Mm. Shame, that. I had some really interesting things written in there.", he replied, pointing to a blue notebook on the bedside table.
"Like what?"
"Like... me realising I'm falling in love with you.", he whispered, softly, hand on his heart. He paused long enough for you to begin to question whether this was dedication to his joke or an actual, sincere fuckin' confession.
"Fuck! Wow! Gullible much? I'm joking, obviously! What, you think I'd have some, like, ten lines written every day, like 'Oh, my love, oh, my love, XOXO, Felix!', or summat?"
"Well, I don't bloody know! Your'e scarily good at the poker face, y'know?"
"Why, thank you, thank you very much.", he preened, tipping an invisible hat in your direction.
"Makin' French Toast. You vegetarian? Or vegan? Nah, I don't care, you're eatin' this."
Groaning, you got up, took his offer of an unused toothbrush, and let him escort you to the bathroom. "These rich-kid-dorm-suites, I swear--"
"Jealous much?"
"I swear to fucking god, you better stop saying 'much' after everything and thinkin' it's funny!"
"Anger issues much?"
"Arsehole much?!"
He giggled, waving at you before scrambling over to the kitchen to make sure his French toast was stil intact. Not before he grabbed your imaginary 'flipping-off' from the air and brought it to his heart, as if you'd blown him a kiss, instead.
Fucking hell. You had to now spend a. money, on Ibuprofen, b. time on coming up with an explanation as to how this happened and why you still deserve than extra credit, and c. energy on having to deal with this Felix Catton guy who you'd apparently come to be relatively fond of.
Spitting out your paste and gargling the remnants out, you walked out of the bedroom to the kitchen, where Felix had laid out the toast on crappy paper plates. "Left over from a party, figured I'd use 'em."
"Thanks.", you nodded, sitting down and biting a bit off one. "It's good."
"Thanks.", he parroted, dropping the last onto his plate before turning off the stove and sitting opposite you. "So, it just violates it all? Just 'cause we shagged, you can't 'fix me' anymore?", he asked, gulping down a sip of orange juice.
"Yeah, summat like that. I might, like, be more inclined to let you off the hook or whatever."
"Mm. What about your extra credit, then? Why don't you just act like this never happened?"
"Couldn't. In good conscience."
"But then you'll be extremely stressed. Might go back to Donna and her laced weed.", he pointed out, taking a bite. "Over the summer, you'll have to catch up on your missing assignments, yeah?"
"Yeah. Fuck. Oh, yeah, I do.", you whined, your forehead on the heel of your palm.
"Come to Saltburn, then."
"What?" What was he talking about?
"My family estate. Come to Saltburn. It's a change of scenery, and it works wonders, I swear. You'll finish everything by first week of summer vacation, and the next month or so, it's all just you-time."
"Why would I come to Saltburn?"
"I just told you."
You sighed. Logically, yes, it did make sense for a change of view. But. You didn't exactly want to get dragged into whatever a normal day for Felix Catton (and Farleigh Start - his cousin, apparently!) looked like.
"It's full of old shite, though, like, ancient stuff. Cobwebs, dusty, grimy, stuffy-- hey! Stuffy and boring. You'll fit right in.", he grinned cheekily, winking as he continued to chew.
Well, fuck.
"Suspicious much?"
'Much'. You were going to strangle this guy in his own mansion, you're sure.
"Seriously, think about it, just us, ice-cream, the sea, summer. Who knows, you could go in a loser and come out with a boyfriend. Moi."
"Oh, please.", you snickered, and he followed suit.
"I just might tell you what's in that diary. XOXO, Felix, yeah, but what'd I write before it? A confession of my love? A death threat? A riddle? Poetry? Secrets?", he mused, waggling his fingers as if to spook you. "Ooh."
You scoffed, shaking your head in amusement as you took a sip of the orange juice.
"Come on. Come to Saltburn. Worth your while, I promise."
Well, fuck.
#longest. fic. ever.#felix catton x reader#felix catton x y/n#felix catton#felix catton fanfic#felix catton smut#felix catton saltburn#felix catton x you#saltburn fanfiction#saltburn#felix catton imagine#felix catton drabble#felix saltburn#saltburn x reader#saltburn movie#saltburn 2023#oliver quick#venetia catton#farleigh start#elspeth catton#saltburn smut#saltburn fic#felix catton fluff#felix catton x fem! reader#felix catton imagines#jacob elordi
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listen, maybe i'm just delusional. maybe i'm too optimistic for my own good. but i don't really care at the moment because i truly feel like tommy is meant to be it for buck.
like i find it so hard to believe tim and co would create such a compelling love interest for buck, someone so deeply interwoven into the fabric of this show, only to decide that buck actually needs someone else. and i find it especially hard to believe considering how they framed the breakup.
"i love you so much it scares me. because why on earth would you choose me? there are so many people better for you, and maybe you don't see it yet, but when you get to know the real me you'll know. and you'll run."
and after letting buck mope for a while, they'll push him to start dating again. they'll put him out there, and through trial and error, he'll figure himself out–but no one will compare to tommy. and when they finally bring them back together, hopefully in a life-or-death situation, they'll make buck prove tommy wrong.
he'll tell him that actually no–i've spent some time away from you, and all it's done is make me realize how much i want you by my side. i'm bisexual. kinsey scale 2. i'm generally more attracted to women, but since meeting you, i can't imagine ending up with one. because you are the only one that i want. and yes, you were my first, but i'm confident that we can make this work. you may not be my in-between, but i'm certain you are my last. please don't give up on us before we even try.
and tommy will take the chance. because they've shown already that tommy truly does love buck–boils and all. he's seen him at his worst, and he was still willing to choose him. he'll take it because he'll realize that buck might truly love him too. he'll see that while buck admires him, he also sees him for who he really is. he knows about his not-so-perfect past, but it doesn't matter, because the tommy he is now is not the tommy he once was. he knows he's not perfect, and that's okay, because buck isn't looking for perfection–he's looking for something real. and tommy checks all his boxes.
you see the potential, right? you can't tell me tim and co didn't strike gold with tommy as a love interest for buck, and you can't tell me they aren't aware of it. the choices they have made so far feel too deliberate to be coincidental. and i just find it so hard to believe they would throw it all away just like that. you don't throw it all away just like that. you'd have to be really fucking stupid to consciously get rid of such a compelling story.
#maybe i'm giving them too much credit#i'm certain i'll be bawling my eyes out if i'm proven wrong#but oh well#the heart wants what the heart wants#i can't control it#evan buckley#tommy kinard#bucktommy#911 abc#911 speculation#daffy quacks
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I meant ableism towards plurality and systemhood specifically
yeah which is common but that's more from anti-systems fighting against any system. you can be ableist towards plurality and systemhood things, even if the person isn't disordered due to their plurality.
though most the time i see anti endos being ableist is not them being "i don't believe they're scientifically possible", it's more "endogenics are delusional and trying to brainwash others into being fake systems" and such. which would be ableist imo regardless if endogenic systems are real or not.
being plural in the first place is something that is typically not supposed to happen in the human brain.
i disagree. the human brain is already very "diverse" in some ways, and even singlets have "multiple parts" in some ways. IFS is a great example, with the subpersonalities being parts of everyone. the difference in full on systems is the differentiation between those parts and self identification.
if you're someone with DID but don't identify as a system and see yourself as a singular person, you might not relate to plurals and other systems. you might relate more with people who "just" have PTSD, or those who identify as "one".
then there's those who are slightly separated, and then those who identify as entirely separate people. since "selfhood" is a subjective and philosophical concept, you can't exactly prove that one body is "literally 100% actually separate people in the brain", unless you were to give a scientific basis on what a "self" and a "separate person" is.
If it happens then it happens, but there is a good chance that it is likely the result of hinderance in development, which is why it’s important to get it checked to make sure that it’s not affecting you negatively right now and that it won’t affect you negatively in the future.
while i disagree that it's "likely the result of hinderance in development", i do think that if it's affecting you in some way, talking to a therapist or doctor about it is important. even in perfectly "healthy" systems, it might still affect you in ways you don't realize, and even singlets have trouble communicating with others, so getting therapy to make sure you're taking care of yourselves is important. and i do think many systems are also going to be affected by trauma (regardless of if you were formed from it), so going to therapy to deal with that potential issue is good.
as for the second point ad plurality in general, theres still a lot that we don’t know about. Heck I could be wrong about it completely and find out more about how plurality actually existed in history and throughout evolution and how the brain actually develops non traumagenic plurality.
there's quite a bit of research out there, but people in the past would not have used the same language as we do now. some may describe their "Actually Plural" experience as imaginary friends, or spirits, or similar labels that nowadays we see as different (or sometimes "not real" like systems are), but if we look far back into history enough, we'd go into times where they did not even know of DID.
i do think there's more stuff to be researched as well by scientists, but there's also quite a bit out there that likely already exists that we (as in me and you) have not seen/read yet.
(Also on your point on non traumagenic systems relating to CDD systems, if you relate to CDD systems but know that your plurality is fine, then great! We only suggest that you look into it especially if you relate to parts of the CDD systems experience that have nothing to do with alters at all, like dissociation, memory loss, or ptsd episodes, because there could be something else going on)
yeah, do keep in mind why you relate to someone else, and what that could mean. if you think you're endogenic, but then relate to the flashbacks and memory loss, then consider talking to a therapist. maybe in the end you'll still use the endogenic label, but making sure you have the skills to deal with trauma (past and future trauma) is important in times where trauma seems to be the norm and putting yourself in stressful, and sometimes even traumatizing situations is encouraged by many, sadly.
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Ive seen non traumagenic systems online claim to have dealt with ableism regarding their plurality and calling anti endos ableist and sometimes it makes me wonder if they even realize what they’re saying.
Let me point out two very important things…
1, anti endos are not ableist, we’re literally trying to defend our disorder because it’s already stigmatized and demonized a lot by social media and having non traumagenic people associate themselves with us in any remote way makes it harder to convince people to take CDD systems seriously. Yes, some anti endos are rude, mean, and sometimes bullies, and thats not right because people shouldn’t be hurting each other, but you need to understand that the level of trauma systems have been through to even get a CDD is severe (in a subjective standpoint since everyone experiences and processes trauma differently), so when we see people who are like us without the bad parts, without the memory loss or the trauma, we see it as a mockery 90% of the time, as something that invalidates our experiences that we didn’t ask for. Not all traumagenic systems have gone through recovery, which means many will carry negative traits and habits that they picked up from their trauma, us included. We have not gone through any sort of recovery yet and we will make mistakes, it’s just how our disorder is at the moment, but it doesn’t excuse our actions and we should be held accountable if we make a mistake. If you are being harassed by anti endos, then walk away and block the person.
You can’t expect CDD systems to be nice to you, especially when a lot of us have dealt with ableism and trauma from non traumagenic systems. It’s the Internet, if you don’t like something, scroll.
2, if your non traumagenic plurality doesn’t hinder your life and make it difficult to live then it’s not a disability. If it’s something you willed into existence and quite literally asked for (talking about willowgenics and tulpas to some extent) then it’s not a disability. And if it does affect your life negatively then it’s something that you should actually get checked because chances are, you’re probably otherwise traumagenic or deal with something else with similar symptoms. There may not be enough research on CDDs and non traumagenic plurality but if it actually is making your life difficult then you need to seek help, because regardless of your origin, plurality is not normal. Humans are not supposed to have multiple parts/alters because our brains are not meant to handle separate parts that way without leaving negative consequences; at most we are supposed to have a 3 dimensional identity that is still one whole and can change and adapt over time, but also shouldn’t affect your memory, your mental health, or impact your life negatively.
Ableism is hate targeted towards disabled people, which can include autistic people, people with ADHD, people in wheelchairs, people who wear glasses or are legally blind, cane users, nonverbal people, people with personality disorders, people with schizophrenia, and of course, people with a CDD. Every single disabled person will tell you that they did not ask for this disability and would rather be normal instead, because like we said, disabilities impact peoples lives negatively.
If you’re someone who genuinely understands the struggles CDD systems face yet also deal with non traumagenic plurality, then you would know when to not overstep and push CDD systems at their limit. You would know to not misuse medical terms which are meant for CDD systems to use. You would know to look into your plurality and see if it is truly non traumagenic or if it’s an actual disorder or a CDD and get treatment, rather than taking no action on it. You would know to stay away from CDD spaces and not invade them.
Plurality is not studied enough, and theres a good chance that there might be an answer to what causes non traumagenic plurality or what it even is, but regardless of what it is, it is definitely not comparable to a CDD. If you relate more with CDD systems than non traumagenic systems, then you really should look into it.
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#long post and i did not fully process all the words you said in your post but yeah.#syscourse is draining but i Try. sometimes.#only occasionally nowadays. i have other things to do so. yeah
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Oh mother, tell your children Not to do what I have done Spend your lives in sin and misery In the house of The Rising Sun
#okay but can we agree? House of the rising sun? beautiful amazing incredible timeless masterpiece? yeah?#all i want is to put on a cute 70s dress with the bell sleeves and some gogo boots and get my hair all pretty with the flip curls#and go to one of those really cool and dark and lowkey shady bars you see on the movies. with a pool table and a jukebox#hard-looking bartender with an impressive mustache named Mitch or Hank#and go up to the bar and he'd be like “whatya having doll?” “oh. anything sweet please”#and he hands me some soda-gin or whatever with a lemon slice. and the guy next to me notices my drink and is like#“hey Mitch. give the lady something nicer eh? maker a double from the back shelf. extra ice”#“i'm fine with this actually. i don't drink whiskey” “tonight you do sweetheart”#and he's wearing some really nice jeans and boots and a dark shirt and a leather jacket. dark hair but has some freckles. charming smile.#“what is a pretty thing like you doing in a place like this? i think them church youths go bowling next door”#“i am not lost. can't a girl enjoy some music” “does the boyfriend know?” “i answer to no one”#and he takes a long drag of his cigarette and chuckles. Mitch brings my new drink as gives him a look before drafting some beer#“so. the pretty lady likes a little danger eh?” “the lady has a name” .#i take a sip of the whiskey and try real hard not to cough. he thinks it's funny. i think he's a little cute#“does she now? and does the lady dance by any chance” and he's standing up quite tall and offers me a hand “she does”#and we go to the dance floor near the jukebox where quite a lot of people are dancing and eventually this song starts playing#and he kisses me surprisingly gentle and tastes like menthol cigarettes and hard liquors and I'm definitely a bit dizzy from the drink#he probably has a cute name like Daniel (Danny is what everyone calls him)#and maybe he has a bike or a really nice convertible. obviously red. je offers to take me home but we're just driving for a bit instead#“didn't you daddy taught not to get into stranger's cars?” “my daddy also taught me not to kiss pretty boys and yet”#“so you think i'm pretty?” “pretty enough”#and we laugh to the wind and the radio is on and this song starts playing again and it's a perfect moment#anyways. great song great band 👍#darya's mixtape#Spotify
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Look I am a X-Men fan and also I am super critical of many X-Men things if you know me etc etc but how some people talk about how bad mutant metaphor is in Reddit it feels sometimes less like criticism but more like idk icky.
Like okay you hate mutants because they are smug and victim complexing assholes okay understandable I guess stop being uncomfortably weird tho. You act like they are fucking real people who fucked your wife pissed your shoes, not badly written characters by so many writers it not even cohesive anymore.
#okay maybe i am being biased my faves getting criticised but like saw someone being so nasty about ororo it made me angry#like they are happy they have a understandable reason to talk down to opressed people like#its not like people who hate it because they are real minorities who understand real opression and think xmen suck mostly at portraying it#which is very based and i respect it a lot#but like why a white cis comic fan is preaching fucking in universe mutant bigotry in a super unironic way and use storm as his example#like it is not about being unsatisfied about bad writing#it's like being angry that black woman is powerful and you feel weirdly insecure about that fucking fictional character now#and they found a way to have moral high ground because bad fucking writing of past and treating her as a real person who deserves bad shit#not a character written by mostly white men very badly#i just dont like fanatsy racism mostly of this i think gives white nerd chance to be weird as fuck because everybody knows its badly written#idk idk if i can explain just like your criticism of it and mine came from different places you are angry at fake characters in a weird way#and i am angry at mostly privileged writers who write them#i get feeling so passionate about your faves and hated characters but some of them like very a lot passionate#anyways deleting reddit once again i was back there for one month and it didn't worth it
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#I haven’t posted in a while- I’ve changed shifts due to my partner getting a new job so I’m going through a transition rn#but hey is it normal for a cutesy otome game to maybe change your life a little bit?#cheritz really said ‘we matched you with this character who has a back story you can oddly relate to a LOT’#‘he’s also coincidentally a therapist’#‘also he has all the same coping mechanisms you’ve used in your past to cope with stress’#‘watch as he grows and learns to love himself and therefore learn how to better love others! won’t that be fun?’#meanwhile I’ve been having what feels like an out of body experience lol#like oh that’s how people see it when I do those things#hey maybe my hatred for myself really has messed up relationships with people who genuinely care about me#maybe not giving people a chance to get to know the real me is a bad thing actually#also I love him so much lol#tomorrow is my last day of his route and I love it#I’m so sad that it’ll be done but also so glad that I get to see where it ends up
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Welp, when I said kill all rapists before I was kind of imagining her killing herself. Me thinking about killing her was just a fantasy to make me feel better. But now I know that one day, I'll kill her, and maybe someone who needs a little push in the right direction will hear about it and will kill their rapist, too. Repeat cycle.
Make rapists afraid again.
#honestly it was mostly just a fantasy this past year but it finally feels real.#one day im gonna kill my rapist and i dont give a shit what happens afterwards.#who knows when that day will come. but im going to kill her. and it'll be the greatest day of my life.#gonna make sure i have something to leave behind other than my tumblr though.#id call it a manifesto but that makes me sound like the fucking unabomber or smth#if i get extra lucky i might have the chance to kill more rapists than just her.#“b-but revenge is ultimately self harm!” yeah but at least thats productive#the 3 years i spent starving myself for her only got me raped and strangled#the revenge is a good thing. she deserves to die and her death might send a message to all the other rapists#or even better. their victims. maybe i can give someone the courage to kill their abuser.#trust me when its a queer teenager doing the killing people will never stfu about it#if she killed me people would care for maybe a week. but the world loves their rapists. when i kill her. everyone will care.#and the ones who know im right might get the courage to also do whats right.
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Reposting this from a friend bc I think it is VERY important to know of this, and for immigrants, and other possible victims of the ICE Raids happening right now
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Here’s to also a very huge edit, from the list of very helpful people who have been reblogging and providing more info.
I’m not as well informed but I will be relaying the information and tagging each person who added onto this post:
@onthedriftinthetardis -
The phone number in the first photo is ONLY for Orange County, California!
Look up your local ACLU affiliate here
@6feetunderwater -
It always makes me nervous to see a reporting phone number passed around without any links to verify it, so the number in the first pic can be found on the site for the Orange County Rapid Response Network, which is "an interconnected system of non-profit and grassroots organizations, civil rights attorneys, law school clinics, and individuals working together to respond to dehumanizing immigration enforcement activities and policies in Orange County"
@geekerypeekery -
The second warrant is not fake, but is an administrative rather than judicial warrant, and has no constitutional authority to bypass Fourth Amendment protections - in other words, it does not entitle the bearer to enter and search your home. It simply authorizes agents of the issuing department to contact you. Always ask to see the warrant before opening your door!
In addition to the ACLU links, try contacting the National Immigration Law Center https://www.nilc.org/wp-content/uploads/2020/09/Warrants-Subpoenas-Facts.pdf
@american-anger -
The phone number listed here is specific to Orange County in California, but you can look up other California counties here:
CALIFORNIA RAPID RESPONSE NETWORKS
@beaniebaneenie -
Unpleasant reminder: within 100 miles of the border (which is home to 200 million people and virtually all major cities in the US), ICE does not need a warrant to enter your home, your car, to search anything, or even to arrest you.
You are not automatically safe just because they don't have a real warrant.
The best and safest thing you can do is learn to have escape routes- quick ways to get out of the house or area you're in if you find out ICE or CBP are around. Those of us who do have documentation? Time for us to step the fuck up.
Film any interaction. Every interaction. If you're able, step into the conversation and be a Karen/Kyle- weaponize your privilege for Good. If you get asked about people? Use positive but vague statements so you a) cannot be caught in a lie, and b) do not give any information away.
"I don't know them that well, but I don't tend to socialize much. They seem great to me."
"I can't remember the last time I saw them."
"Maybe they speak another language, I can't remember details. But I picked up Duolingo during the pandemic and tons of other people did too."
"I'm not sure."
"I'm sorry, I can't help you."
Even if you're somewhere the 100-mile Exception doesn't apply and a warrant is in fact needed? I don't expect ICE and CBP to play by the rules for long, if at all. I fully expect this to get ugly, and fast.
Cheeto has already declared an emergency of national security at the border, and is mobilizing the military to have jurisdiction over a huge swath of the country. It's essentially tantamount to martial law. And it's only been four days.
Gear up for a long, hard fight. This is gonna be a marathon, not a sprint.
— I am leaving all of this as an edit because on the off chance someone does find the posts that have these people specifically reblogging, I don’t want it to be too late. So I’m comprising it all here
Here are a few other people’s reblogs I thought were important:
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Thank you @onthedriftinthetardis @6feetunderwater @geekerypeekery @american-anger @beaniebaneenie @bunnychiffon @dubiouslynamed @trisockatops @witchy-disaster for contributing and helping me make this a more well-informed post. Thank you so much
#this is from another friend who’s in Cali rn#but reblogging this could be beneficial#support#boost!#trump#donald trump#politics#ice raids#immigration#immigrants#immigration enforcement#news#california#long post
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i am so fucking glad i waited until i was higher level grad student to play sumeru
i would not have understood the weight of these words and academia life before
avo you genius! thank you for your patience
#the academic culture#literally phd land#these people are just like me fr fr#im in heaven i wish it was real#theyre just like meeeeeeeeeeee#sobbing crying weeping pissing on the floor#avo pls touch grass you literally go to school its not that deep#its that deep#idk why but it is that deep#they know how much we value education and give it a fair chance as both positive and negative instead of just saying its bad#no “my parents are forcing me to study :/” “aweee you poor child! run away from home and fuck your parents”#it gives it a fair chance!!!! it gives this culture a fair chance!!!#you dont get it#im so happy#ive been fighting this my whole life#they understand the beauty!!!!#they go “my parents are forcing me to study :/” “maybe theyre right. its a case by case thing depending on the dynamic”#YES!!! FUCKING YES!!!!!!!!!!!!! YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS#THANK YOU FOR THE NEUTRALITY#this region is automatically the best and also peak#these people who wrote this region really get it. also because we lowk share this cultural ideal. but they get it! and they said it out lou
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i fucking hate american """left-wingers""" man
#gu6chan's musings#im so pissed off one of those political ralliers? idk how you call them in english BUT ONE OF THOSE PPL CAME UP TO ME AND GOT SO PISSY WITH#ME LIKE 'You call yourself a leftist but you're not going to vote? you have a CHANCE to shape the FUTURE. use your VOICE'#'as the world's most passionate leftist; vote harris. there is no other option' do they HEAR themselves??? like hell yeah thats what REAL#leftism is all about; bud! you sure got this figured out. as vladimir lenin once said the key to workers liberation is simply voting blue 💙#literally piss OFFFFF maybe i'll give a shit about the election when your shitty fucking candidate actually proves theres a difference in#their policies like im not gonna be presented with 'would you rather have trump (orange) or trump (brown) (theyre not orange!!!)' and#then have you get all pissed off im not playing your stupid fucking game. like if you wanna larp about how 'yOuR vOiCe MaTtErS' maybe you#can show that it actually does by giving americans an actual fucking choice instead of watching your government pull shit out of their ass#for the last 4 years under the same 'it will be worse under the OTHER guy' pretext and then saying the same shit when their 'lesser evil'#from last time did everything they said their 'greater evil' would do and MORE. what was the phrase like fool me once#like oh my god you guys are so stupid i cannot begin to comprehend#but also america is just insane bc getting these people in germany was one thing??? you go out into the street; there's a rally; a little#booth etc. etc. and theyre PASSIONATE but remember the objective is to persuade and theyre still taking up a person's time????#in the US i was lowkey expecting an immature tantrum-throwing child ESPECIALLY from the harris side of things but what i was NOT expecting#was them to come up to me. on my computer. in a library. with my earbuds in. like normally this is reserved for protests if it is simple#persuasion you are doing you already are NOT getting off on the right foot my friend lmao#and just on the topic of the fucking audacity; the fact that AMERICANS they have the grounds to say with their full chest what DOES and#DOESN'T constitute 'actual' leftism is lol. lmao; even. like omg; im so sorry!! i didnt know marx would be happier if i participated in you#fake little game that never has and never will change anything. thanks for bringing that to my attention citizen of the most#Propaganised Imperialist Nation in the World!!! you sure have the grounds to talk to me about leftism and communism :)#in other news i've blocked so many political ads they're now speaking to me in hindi
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"I know JK Rowing is a terrible person but her books are so good-"
You sure about that?
I mean, just for a start, have you taken a good look at her fantasy creatures lately? A whole bunch of them are straight-up based on malicious and dehumanizing stereotypes about actual people.
Remember the werewolves? And being a werewolf was made into a kind of metaphor for having AIDS?
And you know how AIDS was first associated with gay men? And how conservatives back in the day were claiming gay men were preying on children in order to convert them to gayness?
Remember how Fenrir Greyback preyed on children in particular? Yeah, she put that subtext in there. She was an adult in the 90's. She knew damn well what she was doing.
Remember the house elves? Remember how most of them loved to serve and needed to have a home and a master or else they just wouldn't know what to do with themselves?
Did you know that's literally what slavers in the American South said about the Black people they kept enslaved? Go look up the happy slave myth.
Do I even need to get into the goblins and the antisemitic tropes they're based on? No, folkloric goblins were not gold-hoarding bankers waiting for their chance to stab humanity in the back.
"But the characters are so good!"
Are you kidding me?
Most of her characters are pretty one-dimensional, including Harry. Her idea of making a morally complicated character is giving a tragic past to a bully. Numerous characters are little more than stereotypes. (Looking at Fleur right now.) Literally anybody, including you, can easily make dozens of characters just as good, if not better. (It doesn't exactly take a lot of character designing skill to go, "hey, actually, having a sad backstory doesn't make it okay to bully children" or "hey, maybe I should not base a character on the first stereotype that pops into my head.")
"But the rest of the worldbuilding!"
Sorry, but her worldbuilding is just as basic as her characters. Magical castles and secret passages are stock tropes. Magical people who keep their true nature secret from humanity is the premise of pretty much every White Wolf TTRPG. Most of her fantasy creatures are just common European fairy tale and folklore creatures with shitty stereotypes projected onto them.
I'm not saying "basic worldbuilding bad." I'm saying, you could do just as good, if not better, with minimal effort.
Also there's her magical bioessentialism, where only Harry's abusive blood relatives could provide him with supernatural protection from Voldemort. Rowling thus effectively declared that non-biological family isn't quite real family, and that abusive biofamily can give you some essential thing that a loving, supportive family that isn't related to you just can't.
The Hogwarts houses are one of the most insidious elements of her worldbuilding. The idea of being sorted gives you a little dopamine hit because wow now you have a li'l niche where you belong!
But the actual function of the houses and sorting system and the House Cup is teaching children to see each other as rivals, and ensure that the most toxic views of the upper class get passed on to every new batch of kids sorted into Slytherin.
Hogwarts effectively prepares children for a dystopia where magic serves to distract its citizens from how nightmarishly awful it is. Economic inequality is so bad that people like Arthur and Molly Weasley can barely afford to put their kids through school, casual sadism is just an accepted norm in everyday society, and non-humans are second class citizens. Rowling sorta acts like she thinks this is a bad thing with certain lines she gave to Dumbledore, but in the end, her special boy protagonist becomes an auror; IE, a defender of the status quo. So.
If you've never seen it, Lily Simpson's video goes into even more detail on how the worldbuilding of Harry Potter is actually incredibly fucked up, and how it betrays small-minded attitudes on Rowling's part. There's no separating the art from this artist, because Rowling's rotten values pour out of nearly every page.
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Yes, there are many things in Harry Potter that evoke feelings and inspire people, but there's absolutely nothing in it that this series has a monopoly on. You can find those same experiences in much, much better media.
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My Wife is Real
IMAGINE: MY WIFE IS REAL~ GOJO X WIFE!READER GENRE: FLUFF cw: not proof read. use of y/n. use of she/her. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
“Who do you think he’s texting?” Nobara whispers to her two classmates, Yuji and Megumi.
Their teacher, Gojo Satoru, sat at his desk. Legs kicked up onto the desk while he was on his phone, giggling here and there.
It was questionable if Gojo even knew that class had started.
Megumi didn’t even bother to pay attention. He also sat on his phone, scrolling through social media.
“I don’t know…” Yuji ponders. “Ugh, he has to be harassing a poor soul.” Yuji gasps at Nobara’s response, “no.”
Nobara sits up in her seat, “Gojo-sensei,” she calls out. Gojo peeks up, “oh. I didn’t know you were here.” “Maybe if you stopped bothering people, you would notice.”
Gojo places his hand on his chest and gasps dramatically. “I am not bothering anyone.” “Then who are you texting?” “My wife, duh.”
Nobara bursts out laughing, “hahaha, yeah… yeah right.” She wheezes. Tears left the corner of her eyes as she tried to take him seriously, but she really couldn’t.
Yuji just stares at him in confusion, “you’ve never told me about his wife. I don’t believe you.”
Gojo gasps in shock and disbelief at his student’s words. “Huh?! I do too have a wife. That hurts my feelings that you don’t believe me!”
Gojo’s full focus was on his students now. Trying to convince them that his wife is indeed real. “She’s literally the best person in the whole world, and the prettiest.”
Nobara scoffs and rolls her eyes, “stop making things up Gojo-sensei. It’s getting sad at this point.”
Gojo pouts at her words. He then grabs his phone, typing something in his phone. He puts his phone down with a triumphant smile on his face. “You’ll see.”
“Yeah… we’ll see.” Nobara says to Megumi and Yuji.
Megumi on the other hand was not paying attention to a single thing that was going on. He assumed something stupid was going on, so why even bother to pay attention? Yuji just has a thoughtful look on his face, trying to remember any mention of a wife. But there is no mention of one.
“Yeah… I think you’re making this up… sorry Gojo-sensei.” “This is just getting sad…” Nobara whispers while shaking her head.
“I can’t believe my student’s have little faith in me.”
Only five minutes passed of slight bickering between until a knock was heard at the door. The bickering died down and all heads turned towards the door.
Nobara’s and Yuji’s eyes widen seeing a woman at the door.
“Who is that?” Yuji whispers to Nobara. She shrugs her shoulders, “has to be someone he hired.”
Gojo jumps from his chair, a huge smile on his face. “Wifey!”
He runs over to you, pulling you into a tight hold.
You let out a strangled gasp from the impact. “Gojo,” you start, “this is the second time you forgot your lunch… and it’s only Tuesday.”
Gojo pulls back, a faux pout on his lips, “I’m sorry.” You narrow your eyes at him, “I bet you’re just using this as an excuse to see me.” “Whoops, you caught me. Well, while you’re here. Let me introduce you to my students.”
“Wait wait-” You didn’t get a chance to stop him because he dragged you into the front of the classroom.
You eye the three students. Megumi had finally put down the phone, giving you an apologetic look. Nobara and Yuji were looking at you in shock.
“Students, this is my wife, (y/n).” Gojo basically shows you off with a bright smile on his face. Hands in a jazz hand formation. You nervously smiled at the students.
“Hello.”
“Hello Gojo-san.” Megumi quietly said, but it was still loud enough for everyone to hear. You gave the boy a sweet smile, nodding at him.
“What?! Do you know her?” Nobara and Yuji ask him. “Yes…”
“Yes, they’ve known each other for quite awhile now…. Sorry guys. She’s a bit shy.” Gojo says while you continue to smile at them.
“They didn’t believe Gojo-sensi had a wife..” Megumi tells you.
You hum before turning to Gojo, “I see… I don’t blame them.”
“Huh?! What is that supposed to mean?” You roll your eyes. “Ever so dramatic.” “...so mean.. How can my wife be so cruel?”
“Ugh, no one cares,” Nobara sighs, “come sit down with us (y/n)-sensei. I have so much to ask you.”
You just smile at the girl and move over to the desks.
Gojo looks at you with a shocked look. Not believing that you were leaving his side.
“What are you doing?” He asks you. You look back at him, “well, you wanted me to meet your students. So I’m getting to know them.”
You give him a little smirk and Gojo knows that type of smirk. The one where he’s going to regret his actions later.
Maybe not now, but he knows that this decision will come to bite him.
#jujutsu kaisen#jjk x reader#jujutsu kaisen x reader#oneshot#gojo fluff#gojou satoru x reader#jjk fluff#jujutsu kaisen fluff#satoru x you#gojo x reader#gojo x you#gojo x y/n
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