#message me for her url

[raayllum]

one final thought to take into consideration because it was, admittedly, my third thought upon seeing The Post:

i will be sightly surprised if the sharing of private DMs doesn't irreparably damage the fandom and/or OP's online relationships in general. i don't think that was the intention or is even a concern of OP and co. upon making and supporting the post, but i do think it's somewhat of an inevitable outcome when so much basic respect / decency has been tossed out the window.

there's clearly a general culture of paranoia that's taken root in the fandom in multiple ways, and i'd include myself in that. i absolutely felt paranoid for months, and while i ended up being right to a degree of what i was paranoid over, that'd seeped in in general way before that and (hopefully) beyond what was grounded in reality, even if i continually beat it off with a stick and didn't engage with it.

because if the new litmus test is not just "you piss this person off enough or do [xyz whatever is labelled or is bad behaviour enough], they'll not only make a public callout post about you" (which while that can be very crappy, i do think is more in 'fair game grey zone' & would've preferred paraphrasing in every way imaginable; i also think it would've made the post a cleaner, more compelling argument in terms of Controlling the Narrative cause yeah, call me a condescending bitch, i'm sure i have been, that's on me to work on /gen, you didn't have to violate me to do that) but, "if they get pissed enough, they will leak your private messages publicly for everyone to read" is like...

you know this person. you have presumably DM'd them. maybe you haven't always agreed, maybe you have. and you know there's also a large swath of people who likewise enable, encourage, and support the leaking of private DMs. are you really going to feel like you can Trust any of them, especially in an online space where you're sending DMs all the time? and they might Say they never would, but are you really going to believe them when they already have?

and moreover, if you do disagree and think — on principle maybe, because maybe you also think i'm asshole, which again, Fair Enough (nor should how you treat or advocate for people be based on whether you personally like/approve of them & their actions anyway) — that leaking the DMs was shitty, are you going to feel like you can express that and/or leave and break things off without the same thing happening to you? and if you do, and it doesn't, are you going to be able to not constantly look over your shoulder, wondering if they/unknown amount of others are checking (stalking) your blog(s) at all times for any whiff of unease?

are you going to second hand question everything you post or reblog — say about another issue or relationship in your life, the life of someone else you know/love — in case it's taken poorly? are you going to sit here, ruminating, recoiling, over how they might link it back to their truly unrelated situation, and that'll be what tips them over the edge (not just of disagreeing with you or being like "yeah that take is reductive or wrong" which is a subjective practice anyway, but) into leaking your Truly Personal Shit? are you going to worry about every DM you send, and have retroactive anxiety over messages you don't entirely remember, but think maybe you could've handled or phrased better, and what if it's worse than you remember, because what if that all gets leaked and your privacy is dead on arrival before the body's even hit the grave, because now you're doing self surveillance all the time to try and make sure this person, or people, won't/can't dehumanize and violate you?

are you ever going to feel safe in the spaces you've cultivated for yourself again?

because that's the question i think the broader fandom at large will have to wrestle with, if this is the acceptable precedent

because if this was (i'm assuming) the most direct of the supposed vagueblogging (i don't know what else has been tossed in there by them, i went back the other day to check and think there were 4 posts and maybe 5 tags overall over as many months, but they could be tossing way more stuff in bc of. wrongful attribution):

and it was about me reflecting on a separate, different old friendship breakup that happened a couple years ago around christmas bc a friend of mine had just had one, then like. what are we doing here?

which is to say: i don't think OP has to remove the post. keep it up, that's your prerogative, it's your blog and you can post what you like. clearly it's been very cathartic for people and hopefully they're getting their anger out in a way that will make their lives easier going forward. however, i do think you should remove the DMs from the post. like hey, you were mad, you were pissed and hurt (honestly understandably so; i didn't think receiving a message going "btw i thought about our relationship patterns and no longer want to be friends / i'm blocking you" immediately followed by the block, or making myself sit in anxiety waiting to see how you'd respond was worth it, but like yeah, i can see how that wasn't ideal at the very least either) but i don't think leaking DMs was/would ever be okay. paraphrase my shit if you will, make me look even (or just as) worse, if you want.

but if you want people to trust you, you might have to reprove you can Be trustworthy, and that means Not Leaking Private Information/Conversations

[peggycatrerr]

At least our ship is canon.

You're a fucking snob. "Oh I'm so much better than these fans because I do my fandom differently" BUT YOU DON'T. Marvel fans are the absolute most cliche fans. Lmao this superiority complex people who don't watch OFMD have is honestly just masking the most intense jealousy. You've never watched the show, but you KNOW you're better than the people that do? Get the fuck out of here. You're pathetic.

HOLY SHIT GUYS I'VE BEEN ON TUMBLR FOR NEARLY A DECADE AND THIS IS MY FIRST BIT OF ANON HATE OMG. OMG WHAT DO I DO I WANT TO FRAME THIS <333

[honeybearbi]

NEW URL i was sooo confused

it’s meeeee <3

[be-papas]

fyi if the blog declarezpeacesworlds contacts you claiming she's a palestinian looking for aid to get out of gaza, just delete it. she's a scammer. in case the url changes, the name she uses is "marina."

[zaynfag]

genuinely curious: how do i even make friends on tumblr? (this might be kind of a dumb question, but i'm still kinda new to this stuff)

also, what happened to zaynsclitoris? :(((

honestly the easiest way to make friends on here is by just to randomly start interacting with your mutuals lol. comment on their posts, send them asks, and if you reblog a post that reminds you of them mention them in the tags :)

[gingerbreadfrosting]

I really don't use this blog much anymore. So I kind of want to use this to post about a really popular set of accounts.

I have been stalked by @adequately/@islandmusic/@bonkie/@230yen/@mofufufu/@comfye (she owns many, many blogs) for four years.

She went out of her way to find my personal blog after I remade, when I had made no indication of what this blog was and only interacted with people I knew, meaning she purposefully went out of her way to find me. She also obsessively checks my blogs to find new posts and new blogs of mine, as she stole from one of my blogs that I had only posted once about on my personal blog.

Proof her stealing my posts recently. This is just recently. There is literally years of this. My URLs are going to be censored because I don't want my personal blog to be known. However, I will keep the dates visible to prove that she took them from me.

These are my uploads posted first:

And here are her blogs, reposting literally all of this in a row. Back to back. These are one after the other. Many of these are from the same day, minutes or hours after my posts. She does not even hide that she is stalking me.

This is literal years of this behavior from her, I couldn't possibly show all of it. She also steals my GIFs and claims them as hers. In 2024, she stole nearly every GIF I would post. She did not even bother to change my original captions that I made that were not in the original sources, proving that she just copied directly from my posts.

I have reached out to her multiple times begging her to please leave me alone and that I don't want anything to do with her, but she is still very obsessed with me and hostile no matter what I do to get her to leave me alone.

Here is me begging her for months to leave me alone on a sideblog, because she often turns off her DMs, tagging, replies and asks on all her blogs. Probably for this literal reason. There is also a DM she sent me where she admits to stealing from me.

Even though she apologizes for her behavior, she does not mean it because she does not stop. She lied to me. I do not steal posts from her. I don't even look at her blogs, and I blacklist her URLs to avoid her and her content. She is literally obsessed with me, and has been for four years, ever since I was a minor and she was a grown adult.

She steals from other blogs, too. I know she's done this many times, but I really only have this screenshot from ages ago. These images are from the same Instagram post, hers are just put into a different order. I don't know who the person in the first picture is but I censored their URL for their privacy.

I also have reason to believe she has sent me a lot of anonymous hate messages but I can't prove it, and I won't put them here for that reason + a lot of them are very violent and hateful e.g. encouraging me to commit suicide.

If you see this, I hope you take this as a wake up call and leave me alone. I have been begging you to leave me alone for four years, but you never do. I want nothing to do with you. You started harassing me when I was 16 years old. I want you to stop harassing and stalking me. I want you to stop being obsessed with me and everything I do. I want you to stop looking at my blogs even when I have you blocked and try to stay away from you. I want you to stop purposefully going out of your way to find me and my accounts. Please move on with your life. And if you won't do that, I at least hope that people will realize the fear you've been inflicting on me for years.

[megalomaniacz]

SWEET CHERRY 🍒

camgirl!reader x toxic actually loserish really pathetic!vi

diva mode activated halfway through writing this…guys idk i’m gay okay and if it isn’t good i never wrote it…okay? erm nsfw!! listened to tate mcrae and charli while writing this if that means anything to u. also, my birthday is tomorrow!! might drunkenly pump out a toxic!cait one shot OMG WHO SAIDDDD THAT

PART ONE: $EX. LIE$. UGLY. TRUTH.

the time on her computer screen read 11:07 pm. you were two minutes behind schedule. every regular viewer, including vi, was on the edge of their seat. licking at chapped lips and rubbing lotiony hands together. eyes wide with wonder, refreshing the site every 10 seconds until you popped onto screen.

you were wearing your signature cherry red lingerie, flawless makeup, soft pop music playing in the back. nails sharp and adorned with cherries. you held a sucker that read eat me in your hand, slowly unwrapping it for the camera. “hi cherries, guess what flavor this is.”

vi was foaming at the fucking mouth, adjusting the computer in her lap. eyes glued to the screen while she bit her lip and held onto your every word.

you moved closer to the screen. “grape? chat what do you mean? cmon guess and you get a prizeeee.”

the way you spoke, singing your words. ending the sentence in a suggestive tone. your sultry manner and bedroom eyes. everything was driving vi up a goddamn wall. you were all that and bag of fucking chips. she couldn’t stop thinking about you since she found a video of you fucking yourself with a dildo on an adult site. lezgetbusy or something fucking stupid. scrolled through the comments (5,000) until someone alluded to the fact that you cammed.

then she followed your profile and immediately paid your $50 messaging fee.

in all honesty, she was talking to herself in there half the time. the rare moments in which you did respond gave her a euphoria she couldn’t contain. she wanted to fuck you. no, she needed to fuck you. with her fingers, her tongue, her strap, and whatever the hell else will fit up there. it was driving her crazy.

grandSurpass: grape lol

justmyego: strawberry?

Several_means: lick it again please :(

she rolled her eyes at the screen. “idiotic men, it’s fucking cherry.” she begins to tap in the chat. she presses send, and when she sees you reading it? mouthing her comment? she nearly chokes, feeling her face flush.

���very good, vi? violet22. very good.”

her hands were stuffed into her pants now, legs spread while she toys with herself. you said her name. you said her fucking name! she throws her head back, thinking about how easily it fell off your tongue.

“since you guessed right, you get, drumroll pleaseeee.”

she was close now. pool of wetness filling her boxers. legs shaking, mouth wide open. please keep talking, please keep talking…please…

“a chance to chat with me personally! this stream, and others, will be a bit shorter as i’ve decided i’ll be doing one on one chats with some lucky cherries. congratulations vio-“

she slams her computer shut, takes her hand out of her pants, and jumps off her bed. stumbles into her bathroom, washes her hands and splashes water on her face, then stumbles back to her room. reopens her computer, runs a hand down her face, types in the website url again. logs in. clicks watch stream. and checks under her ass for shit because she swears she just shat herself. just now.

“oh, vi is back. okay guys.” you swish the lollipop around in your mouth a bit before continuing to speak. “i’m going to send you a link in private message, violet22. see you soon!” a toothy and cheery smile spread across your sweet face.

the second the link shows up in her inbox, she clicks it. hits the $200hr pay wall. fumbles in her pockets for her wallet, fuck she left it in the bathroom okay she’s got it dammit she’s shaking. can barely put the card numbers in. she’s making you wait she’s making you wait fuck.

after payment is secured, you in all your sweet glory, pop up on her screen. you’re sat on your bed, sucker hanging from your lips, fiddling with your freshly manicured nails. you hear the ding, realized she’s joined, and lay on your belly. tits squeezing together on the bed.

“hi! violet22? is that you? i can’t see you, turn your camera on!”

oh fucking fuck the fuck fuck fuckity FUCK FUCK. she has no time to fix her face up for you, or change out of her 2 day old t shirt. atleast you can’t smell her through the screen. she clicks on the small camera icon in left corner of the screen, and puts on an awkward smile.

“hi. there you are.” you smile, kicking your feet.

“hi sweet cherry. fuck. i’ve come to your videos so much nothing gets me so worked up. fuck. sorry.”

you giggle a bit and her face visibly becomes 3 shades redder. looks like she’s got some sort of filter on.

“it’s okay. thank you so much, your support means the world to me. do you have any personal requests while you’ve got me? clocks counting down.” you pucker your lips.

the time on the right corner of the screen is counting down 4:56…4:55…

vi’s eyes widen, and she gulps. finding it hard to think of anything to say. she was in complete shock. you’re looking at her. talking to her. you’re talking to her,,,oh fuck you’re talking to her.

“i-i’m- hmmm.” she stutters, picking at a hangnail. the clocks on 4:01 now and her heart seems to damn near be beating out of her chest.

“how about we play a quick game, okay? and next time, maybe you’ll have something thought of. maybe we’ll have more time…” your smile melts her heart. next time? GEE WILLIKERS!!! someone check this bitches pulse.

“okay.” she nods, barely present. still unsure if this is some sort of orgasm induced illusion.

“if you can guess the word i’m thinking of, i’ll take an extra special picture just for you. kay?”

you wink and she feels like the wind has been knocked out of her. she gives you a small nod, and it makes you laugh. she’s so cute and pathetic.

3:48…3:47

“okay. it’s a type of flower.” you lick your sugar ridden lips, putting the entire sucker in your mouth then pulling it out slowly.

vi’s about to piss herself. or is that come? man these boxers are gonna need a deep clean.

“is it a rose? a tulip?”

you shake your head, taunting smirk on your face. “try again, cutie.”

oh she’s so gonna ride a pillow with your picture on it tonight. might even get the picture all wet with her slick, imagine her sweet pussy on your perfectly plump lips. wait what was the question?

“ummm lillies? dandelions? sunflowers?”

you shake your head, sticking your tongue out and directly swiping it over the fading words. eat me do you know how bad she wants to?

“hint, please?” she looks at you with sad eyes. feels like she’s being edged or something. pussy growing wetter by the minute FUCK 2:49…2:48

“cmon, you’re smart. use that big brain of yours.” you follow with a taunting laugh. she’s too fucking horny for this, and you look so good. she wonders how you feel. your skin. bet it’s warm and soft. bet you’d grip the sheets when nipped at your thighs. back arching-

“daises? did i say that already?”

you shake your head and look over at the small timer taking a bite out of the sucker, now it reads at me.

“lavender is a flower? right?”

you sit up on the bed, and she watches the way you widen your thighs. pretty little red bow right above your pussy. you arch your back, ass in the air, chewing on the candy. “close.”

the money she’d spend to have one night with you. ass up face buried in your silky red sheets. cock buried so deep in your pussy it’s kissing your stomach. WHAT WAS THE QUESTION AGAIN?

“aww your time is up.” you pout. there’s five seconds. vi’s drooling, all over herself. like actually. she wipes her mouth, slow blinking, taking mental pictures.

“the word was violet, silly! see you next stream.”

fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck

[teaboot]

you should look at ops blog instead of just posting the ask without checking (and now she's getting nasty annons and harassment)

I 100% every time aske that yall refrain from attempts to "defend" me online. The impulse a d intent is appreciated but it is ALWAYS better to just allow people to have their own opinions. Not everyone is going to like me as a person either and that's okay.

I couldn't answer the ask privately because it was anonymous

I vant check OP's blog to verify because they blocked me

All that said though you're right, I should have just taken a screenshot of the ask and censored the URL, I didn't expect anyone to get invested and I should have covered my bases anyways.

But again:

This is a pretty wide-spread blog. A lot of people are gonna see my posts and dislike them. THAT IS FINE. I'm fine. They're fine. There's no reason to burn your time wading into it. I promise you there's better things to do out there

UPDATE: I found the anon message mentioning that OP wasn't thrilled with me and it didn't even HAVE her URL, someone literally had to track down the referenced post, find the OP, and anon-message them to stir the pot. All due respect I cannot control that level of dedication to disturbing the peace, that's an act of nature

TL/DR: People are allowed to be wrong about stuff, please don't try to 'help' me, I can't control people, I'm okay with being disliked. No hate

[lilangelbuds]

Hiii!! Been a big fan for MONTHS!! Can you do a very shy and oblivious daughter who needs to pay for college tuition but doesn't want to bother her parents any longer so she kinda went along with her friend's advise to be a sugar baby? Some time later, she really does get to pull it off. Not knowing that her sugar daddy, who she still hadn't met, that's been sending her money and spoiling her rotten was actually her Dad who knew her real identity all along but that never stopped him? Hihi!! >-<

She sat cross-legged on her bed, her laptop perched precariously on her knees, staring at the glowing screen. The cursor blinked mockingly in the empty search bar. Her heart raced, her palms damp against the edge of the keyboard. This is crazy, she thought. I can’t do this. But tuition was due in two weeks, and she’d already maxed out her student loans. Her parents had done enough; she couldn’t burden them again.

Her best friend’s voice echoed in her head. “Just try it. What’s the worst that could happen? You’re pretty, smart, and young. Some guy out there will pay for your company. It’s not like you have to do anything you don’t want to.” She swallowed hard, her fingers trembling as she typed in the URL. The site loaded slowly, each second stretching into eternity. When it finally appeared, her stomach dropped. Pictures of beautiful women flooded the screen, their profiles filled with promises of companionship, discretion, and luxury.

She hesitated, her finger hovering over the mousepad. What if someone I know sees me? The thought made her cheeks burn. But desperation won out. She created a profile, keeping her face hidden in the photos and using a fake name. Her bio was short and vague, but she included enough details to seem real. Her heart pounded as she hit “submit.” What have I done?

The first message came a week later. It was from an account with no profile picture, just a username: DaddyDom88. Her stomach lurched at the name, but the message was polite. “I’d like to get to know you. I’m looking for someone sweet, someone I can take care of. Are you interested?” She read it a dozen times before replying. “Maybe. What do you mean by ‘take care of’?” He answered quickly. “Whatever you need. Clothes, money, school. I just want to make you happy.”

She bit her lip, her heart racing. It sounded too good to be true. But then he sent her a photo—no face, just a hand holding a wad of cash. “This could be yours,” he wrote. Her breath hitched. She needed that money. “Okay,” she typed back. “What do you want in return?” His response made her cheeks flush. “Just your obedience. And maybe a few pictures. Nothing too extreme, just enough to keep me interested.”

She hesitated again, but the thought of her tuition being paid made her nod to herself. “Okay,” she agreed. “But only pictures for now.” He agreed immediately, and their arrangement began.

Weeks turned into months. He sent her money regularly, always with a note. “Buy yourself something nice,” or “Take care of your tuition.” The photos she sent him became increasingly daring, her shyness fading as her bank account grew. She started to look forward to their exchanges, the thrill of his attention making her feel alive in a way she hadn’t in years. He always knew what to say, how to calm her nerves or stoke her curiosity.

Then, one night, he sent her a message that made her heart stop. “I want to meet you. I’ll fly you out, spoil you rotten. What do you say?” She stared at the screen, her stomach in knots. She’d never met him before—never even seen his face. But he’d been so kind, so generous. And deep down, she wanted to know who he was. “Okay,” she replied. “But I get my own room.” He agreed immediately, and before she knew it, she was on a plane to meet him.

The hotel was luxurious, the kind of place she’d only seen in movies. Her suite was enormous, with a king-sized bed and a view of the city skyline. She barely had time to unpack before there was a knock at the door. Her heart raced as she opened it, her breath catching in her throat.

Standing there was her father.

Her mind went blank, her body frozen in shock. He stepped inside, closing the door behind him, his eyes devouring her. “Surprise,” he said, his voice low and gravelly. She stumbled back, her legs trembling. “What—what are you doing here?” she stammered. He smirked, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a familiar wad of cash. “I’ve been your sugar daddy all along,” he said. “And it’s time for you to repay me.”

Her stomach churned, her mind reeling. “But—you’re my—” He cut her off with a sharp laugh. “Does it matter? You’ve been sending me those sexy little photos for months, sweetheart. You wanted this. You craved it.” She shook her head, tears welling in her eyes. “No, I didn’t know it was you!” He stepped closer, his hand brushing her cheek. “But now you do. And you’re not going to say no, are you?”

She opened her mouth to protest, but the words died on her lips. His other hand slipped into her hair, pulling her closer. His breath was hot against her ear. “Be a good girl for Daddy,” he whispered. Her body betrayed her, a shiver running down her spine. She hated herself for it, but the way he said those words made her knees weak.

He kissed her then, his lips crushing hers with a hunger that burned through her. She tried to push him away, but her hands were trembling too much to resist. His tongue invaded her mouth, claiming her in a way that left no room for denial. Her heart pounded, her body melting into his as his hands roamed over her, exploring every inch of her.

When he finally broke the kiss, she was gasping for air, her lips swollen and tingling. He smirked, his eyes dark with desire. “I’ve waited so long for this,” he murmured, his hands sliding down to unbutton her blouse. She closed her eyes, her mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. He was her father—this was wrong. But the way he touched her, the way he looked at her, made her body ache with a forbidden need.

He undressed her slowly, his hands worshipping every curve as he revealed her skin. When she was finally bare before him, he stepped back, his eyes drinking her in. “Beautiful,” he breathed, his voice thick with lust. He stripped off his own clothes, his body hard and demanding. She couldn’t look away, her heart racing as he approached her again.

He lifted her effortlessly, carrying her to the bed and laying her down. His hands and mouth were everywhere, teasing and tormenting her until she was writhing beneath him. She hated herself for wanting him, but she couldn’t deny the pleasure he was giving her. When he finally entered her, she cried out, her body arching against his.

He fucked her with a relentless intensity, his hands gripping her hips as he drove into her again and again. She couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe; all she could do was feel. The pleasure was overwhelming, her body trembling with each thrust. When she came, it was with a scream, her nails digging into his back as waves of ecstasy crashed over her.

He wasn’t far behind, his body shuddering as he spilled himself deep inside her. He collapsed on top of her, his breaths coming in heavy gasps. She lay there, her body still tingling, her mind in chaos. She wanted to hate him, to push him away and never see him again. But as his arms wrapped around her, pulling her close, she couldn’t help but feel a twisted sense of comfort.

“You’re mine, sweetheart,” he murmured, his lips brushing against her ear. She closed her eyes, her heart pounding. “Always will be.”

[whencartoonsruletheworld]

yellowjackets but the girls get stranded yet still have access to tumblr (yes i know it didnt exist in 1996 don't @ me we're here to have fun) and absolutely no other function of the internet so they're just continually posting SOSes but nobody can fuckign track them and they dont know where they are. they have exactly one working phone charger so they consolidate their screaming into one (1) group blog with a url that's really simple like "whsyellowjackets" cause they were hoping they'd only be here for like a week and could reuse the name. but now the blog title is just "for the love of god save us"

at first the userbase thought this was a bit but when the plane actually turns out to be missing everyone starts freaking tf out. anons are like "holy shit give us some clues to your location" and the girls are like "there's a tree here. and over there. and over there. and over there." police are coming on and asking them for specific details but their messages all get eaten by the tumblr messenger. they post their doomcoming outfits and people try to find the specific forest from the bg but for some mysterious supernatural reason it's not working. jackie logs on to post a reblog of breakup memes and the next day mod lottie is very sad to inform everyone that she fucking froze to death. people figure out one of them is pregnant after misty has a crashout and asks people to send tips on how to deliver a baby. after crystal disappears mari starts posting death messages like when they project people's faces in the sky in the hunger games. after a while she also starts doing identical messages but for whenever someone comes out as a lesbian. lottie's started spreading her cult via the internet despite how many times mod shauna tries to shut that shit down. misty posts "good news everyone, mod natalie has ascended to our leader!" and two hours later posts "someone set the fucking cabin on fire." they decide to just set up tumblr polls to decide who gets eaten

[kuramirocket]

PROSHIPPERS BLOCK THESE PEOPLE.

They have been targeting Lacey non stop and looking up and listing all of her accounts even those outside of tumblr. And constantly false reporting and terminating all her accounts. They harrass and call proshippers pedophiles and draw “art” of killing proshippers.

NOTE: That not all these users have harrassed proshippers from what I know, but best to block them. Stay safe!

I have also gotten Lacey's permission to make this post.

Also, please do not tag any of Lacey’s accounts for her own safety!

UPDATED: 06/06/25

NOTE: This blocklist will be primarily to block the people and friends associated with the anti group known as The Cosmic Guardians

Here is the list of people to block:

@bbjxencanto-blogger (They changed their username to a-can-of-canvis-paint)

@ilovepeachplssm (bbjxencanto-blogger's new account)

@peachesplsocs-blog

@masteryofieryjinksinnie (the side blog of a-can-of-canvis-paint)

@blo0st4r

@sprinklehere

@rainbowstarheart

@rainbowstar-heart

@rainbow--starheart

@rainbowandfriendsart

@rainbowstarheart-rp

@raaaaaaaahhhhhh (rainbowstarheart's sideblog)

@rainbow-blocklists

@rainbow-starheart-comission-art

Rainbowstarheart also has a twitter account so block them there:

Furthermore, rainbow-starheart lied to all her group about being an adult and of not letting minors join her group and also admitted to not even checking the blogs and people her group would "report" to her about. Meaning people faced harrassment and false reporting thanks to her encouring her group to witch hunt others who don't fit their standard of moral superiority:

@your-dead-girl-forever-200k

@your-little-dead-angel-girl-200k

@your-fav-stalker-200k

your-dead-girl-forever-200k constantly also changes her url, so be aware of that. Listed above are the usernames she has changed too.

Also be careful with your-dead-girl-forever-200k as they admitted to stalking proshippers and block evading!

@anti-rq-kitty

@dani-the-donut

@shadowwolfmemes

@valentine--x

@sylver-t4b2222

@syltheanti

@sundecline

@nickelineonneptune (sundecline deactivated there old account and this is their new one)

@silly4goose20

@violetthediamondsblog

@pastelpixel1987

@sho-can-g

@hearts4ayame

@sincerely-aaliyah

@forgotten-latte-osc

@deer-genius-idol-unmatched

@turquoiseyt

Some of these antis are friends with homophobes as is the case with turquoiseyt.

They even send me a message stating this:

@boltthevolt

@rileydaisy

@hellokittyfangirl2005

@kegwonrgnjessyo

@eatmarcus

@galacticmonsterenergy

@iookingle3rd

@the-vivian-pmttyd-gal

@monkeybell

@minty-the-magic-man

@funnyfaceflea

@yourlocalcrybxby

@mayvianfan-2024

@eights-world

@tooningin

@real-artemis

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That and it looks like they are lying about not going after Lacey anymore:

Furthermore, be careful because these are the type of people who are okay with doxxing people!!

And also some of these antis are friends with antis are not only homophobes, but also prolife:

If I missed any people, please reblog and add them to this list. If I notice any more of their mutuals that I missed I will also add them to the list.

Side note: To keep yourself safe from harrassment from antis, fellow proshippers, I suggest blocking all people who use the tags, ‘proshitter’ ‘anti proship’ and ‘safeshipping.’ But also make sure to check if these people have pinned posts that may list other side blogs and mutuals and to block those as well. 

Furthermore, you may want to keep in your drafs the posts from antis to block at least one anti daily that has reblogged another anti's posts. This is what I do which is probably how I have avoided a lot of hate. That and I also block any and all antis that appear in the proship tags due to tumblr's tagging system.

[copperbadge]

How did you find the doctor(s) who assessed you for ADHD? Im looking into the process of getting diagnosed because (although ive suspected I might have adhd for years now) I've been struggling a lot more lately and i want to try medication to see if it helps at all. Im trying to search for psychiatrists through my health insurance portal but the the results im getting are all for child/adolescent psychiatry specialists, and I dont think that'll be much help for an adult adhd assessment? Did you have an established therapist to refer you for your assessment or were you able to find a psychiatrist independently?

I actually just kind of had to freeform it, but that does mean I have some tips to share!

I will say, I have never once used a health insurance portal to find someone to treat me for anything. Often their search engine is fucked up and the information is sometimes out of date. I almost always either ask someone who I know has had similar issues if they have a recommendation, ask my treating physician if I have one, or just google until I find someone reputable-looking; any qualified medical center or professional will list what insurance they take anyway, and you can always ask when you make the appointment.

So here's the process for how to do that!

When I was first considering it, I asked a friend who'd had an evaluation that came back not-ADHD, which I liked because it meant we knew it wasn't like, a weird Adderall pill mill or something. I really wanted to have a professional and thorough evaluation because I knew myself and knew I was capable of gaming a questionnaire. The place she had her evaluation was unfortunately having some staffing issues; part of the reason it took me so long is that I played phone tag with them for ages -- I'd call, and regardless of what time of day I called, their scheduler would be "out", so I'd leave a message and never get a call back. Ultimately I said "I really need to talk to a human, because your scheduler has not returned any of my numerous calls" and they said they could transfer me to another office outside of Chicago (in the burbs). That was not going to be accessible to me, so I told them thanks but I'll go somewhere else. Then COVID hit and I was not going to go anywhere near a medical center unless I had to for about two years.

So, when I was making my second serious run at getting evaluated, I did what might be expected of me by longtime readers of this blog: I made a spreadsheet.

I want to caveat this up top with REALLY IMPORTANT CONTEXT: I did not do all of this in a single day. The process from starting research to making an evaluation appointment took about a month, and probably would have taken longer if I wasn't getting somewhat desperate. Do not push yourself to do this as a single act. Research alone is a multi-day process; some days I looked at the open tabs and only entered one tab's worth of information. It took me quite a bit of time to write the form email I sent inquiring about an assessment. It took me time to call the clinic back when they asked me to call to book the appointment. This is a series of steps, not a single leap.

So!

I was looking for a clinic rather than an individual, in part because I'd heard a couple of horror stories about people who went to a psychiatrist and just got argued with for an hour instead of actually getting evaluated. So I googled, and here are some key terms for you, chicago adult adhd assessment. Chicago obviously for the region, but "adult adhd" (putting it in quotes will help) is the important term that will help you filter out a lot of child psych stuff. A lot of what I looked at did included family or child assessment/therapy but were clear that they also evaluated adults.

Then I went through every legit-looking search result and noted down, in my spreadsheet, the name of the clinic/company, the contact phone and email, the URL, the physical location (I needed to be able to get to it fairly easily) and whether they took my insurance. Even if they didn't take my insurance (all but one did) I still put them into the spreadsheet so that if I found them again I could check the sheet and know I didn't need to investigate further. I also tended to bump more legitimate and friendly-looking places to the top of the sheet. And if I were going to do it again I would also look for one specific thing, which is an assessment guide of some kind.

The assessment guide may be something they only give you after you speak with them, so it's not a no-go if they don't have one on their website, but it basically tells you what generally will go on during the assessment, how long it will take, and what you should bring. A full assessment like I had is estimated to take 4-6 hours and they recommended I wear layers so I wouldn't be overly cold/warm in their office, and to bring a snack. That's the kind of information you want, duration of the assessment and what they recommend for you, to ensure that you're working with people who are thorough and care about your comfort.

So, I have this spreadsheet now of places to reach out to, which I know take my insurance and do adult assessment. In the spreadsheet I also had columns for what date I contacted them and whether they'd responded. I started reaching out via email, one per day, with the form email I'd written.

The form email basically said "I'm 42 with no previous diagnosis but I have a family history of autism and dyslexia. I've been told I should get assessed for ADHD, so I'm looking for a clinic that will do the assessment and takes (my insurance). I prefer to be contacted by email but if need be, my phone number is (phone number). Please let me know if you have any open appointments and what information you will need from me to book an evaluation with you." (You can always ask for more information about the actual evaluation process once they respond.)

If I didn't get a response within 24 hours, I moved on to the next, but I only greyed out the text in that line of the spreadsheet; I didn't disqualify/remove the nonresponsive ones because again, I wanted to make sure I kept that information in case they eventually did respond. I did this with about ten clinics, because I figured I must be able to find at least one in ten who could do the eval, and I could go back and research more if necessary.

I think the third or fourth one I reached out to was the first to respond, and I ended up going with them; I had a very positive experience in the assessment itself but it was a real pain in the ass getting the documentation from them -- they took about a month to go through the evaluation data (this is not abnormal but is rather longer than usual according to my psychiatrist) and they gave me an in-person-by-zoom report once it was ready. That said, it took another four months and the threat of reporting them to the state to get them to send me the text of the eval (in part because the evaluator left the clinic unexpectedly with my formal report not yet written). But that's something that's truly impossible to know until you're working with them, and highly unusual, so don't let concerns about that deter you. If you end up in that situation come hit me up and I'll tell you how I dealt with that.

My eval recommended an executive function coach, but if I haven't been able to func it by now I never will, so I thanked them for the recommendation and went looking for a psychiatrist unaffiliated with the clinic to prescribe me meds. There, the key words you're going to be looking for are again "adult adhd" but also "adult disability" and if you want medication that's less likely to be a huge fucking hassle, "medication management". My psychiatrist and I meet every two months to reup my prescription, but he doesn't require me to take a regular drug test or meet him in person in order to get a new scrip, as some people have encountered. We meet in person once or twice a year (I can't remember, it's due to a legal requirement in Illinois) but otherwise it's over zoom.

So yeah -- it's a process, but there are ways to streamline and manage it, and a few tripwires in place to make sure you don't end up screwed by the system. Definitely feel free to ask if you have questions, either here or if you want a more indepth conversation you can email me at copperbadge@gmail.com. GOOD LUCK!

[super-lad]

Wow, VP Harris' political acumen needs to be lauded. The party didn't just coalesce around her naturally. She worked hard for it:

At 1:46 on Sunday, one minute after Biden announced his decision to drop his campaign, she made over a 100 calls in 10 hours to top Democrats.

She called potential rivals such as Josh Shapiro and Gretchen Whitmer. She called leaders like Hillary Clinton and past Democratic presidents like Barack Obama. The message was the same: "I wasn’t going to let this day go by without you hearing from me."

In 27 minutes, she cleared the field of any challengers for the nomination. Afterwards, Biden had publicly endorsed her followed by the Clintons. Democratic leadership was signaling to the party that it was VP Harris' time. Others followed suit.

At the same time, parallel calls were being made to delegates and the Biden campaign seamlessly integrating Harris and her team at the head of the operation.

Two and a half hours after Biden's endorsement, her team had filed with the FEC to transfer $96 million from the Biden-Harris coffers to her new campaign effort.

As a prosecutor, she gave her arguments. She'd have the president's endorsement. She had access to the campaign war chest. She was the top primary contender if Biden had completed a second term. She was the natural person to unify the party.

In two days, she won her case.

Read more about the "perfect 48 hours" at this gifted article:

https://www.nytimes.com/2024/07/24/us/politics/kamala-harris-democrats-nomination.html?unlocked_article_code=1.9k0.8jZK.a1DmisXICkpW&smid=url-share

[olderthannetfic]

Not at all fandom related (at least not directly) but is somewhat under the guise of Tumblr Culture, so thought i'd ask here. Plus, sample sizes.

Am I weird for being, like...completely unbothered by bot followers?

I definitely delete bot asks/messages/replies/comments, but if I see a bot following me, I just ignore it. Obviously I don't follow back, but I don't block either, but it seems like bot followers are Enemy #1 in my circles -- like that one poll going around rn that's like "why did you block the last person you blocked" where bot is sweeping by a very wide margin!

Now, to be fair, I have completely different behavior from most people LMFAO and rarely check/acknowledge new followers in general. In my notifications I'm mostly looking for comments in reblogs/tags, replies, asks, etc. I...rarely follow new people back and I do often judge a user by their URL, it pains me to say. By which I mean, the URL...If It's from a fandom I'm in or if it's particularly punny I'll lurk on them and see if I want to follow them back, but if their URL is something generic or something I don't "get" I don't often check :( And like, i'm not stupid -- I know that ashley12345 who has either a blank profile pic or a stock image and her posts are all about SEXY CHAT HERE is a bot! But her following me means nothing to me because She Is Not Real. Sadly, she is not an ACTUAL milf in my area who wants to fuck me :( But I'm not, like *bothered* -- bots following me is nothing more than a stupid inflated number, and as someone who does not care about their follower count (i average about 2k followers and that is big to some and small to others and means nothing to me), a small percentage of fake followers just doesn't matter and I genuinely see no difference between a "fake" bot follow and a "genuine" inactive account follow.

--

Leaving them there can contribute to them looking like a real account to whatever automated detection tumblr might have, but I don't really care about them either. I never notice them unless they post spam since I don't keep track of my followers.

[jeankluv]

Birdie - Satoru Gojo | Chapter 22

words: 3,5k

summary: While everyone adored him, you stood apart in your feelings. It wouldn't be accurate to say you hated him, as " hate " was a strong word, rather, you harbored a profound dislike towards him. The problem was he knew that and his irritating presence seemed to persistently cling to you whenever he crossed your paths. Now, you found yourself paired with him for your semester project, and the thought made you wish to hurl yourself out of the third-floor window. Three months of working alongside him loomed ahead. Adding to the discomfort, you were currently under the scrutiny of hundreds of eyes, each gaze feeling like a murder attempt. It seemed everyone coveted the opportunity to collaborate with Gojo Satoru, except for you.

tags: modern au, college au, fem!reader, academic rivals, he fell first, fluff, old money Gojo Satoru, abusive parents, slight slow burn, Satoru is a softy, secondary couple (Geto Suguru x oc), a bit of angst, no use of y/n, hurt/comfort, eventual smut, Gojo plays basketball, Gojo needs a hug

notes: it’s embarrassing to come here after almost a month, but with everything in my life I don’t find time to write anything 😭 but even if it takes me a lot I will give an ending to this story, I promise.

The urls are not working, so until then there won’t be url link. But a link for the materialist would be at the end.

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Satoru rarely left the Gojo family home and when he did, he was always accompanied by his nanny. But to little Satoru, at the age of five, the mere fact of going beyond the stone walls that prevented him from seeing further, seemed like an adventure, a great adventure. For being only five years old, he had already tried to go out on more than one occasion but had obviously failed miserably. But Satoru did not give up, he wanted to see more, he did not want to be locked up like a bird.

So that day Satoru was thrilled when his nanny told him they were going on a little adventure. Little Satoru had his blue jacket on and moved his little fits around while looking through the window of the car.

Next to him his nanny was sitting and in the front seat the family chofer was driving in silence, with his eyes covered by those black glasses. But little Satoru was just too focused on the city that he barely got to see, the cars passing, the skyscrapers, everything was amazing for the five year old boy.

“We have arrived.” The chofer said as the car stopped in front of a white building.

Satoru looked at the building curious wondering what that place was, his nanny thanked the chofer and they both got out of the car. Satoru held his nanny’s hand as they both entered the building.

“Where are we?” Satoru asked, looking at her with his big blue eyes.

“This is a planetarium, you know what it is?” Satoru shook his head not knowing what it was. “Well it’s a place where people can learn about planets and the stars.”

“The ones in the sky?” Satoru asked as he looked around and up.

“Yeah, the ones you see at night.” She explained.

His nanny, who had been with him for over a year, was called Fumiko and was the person Satoru spent the most time with and the person little Satoru loved the most. He barely saw his parents and every time he was with them, the relationship was cold as winter, but with Fumiko he felt the love he didn't feel with them.

He walked across the hallway observing everything, his blue eyes discovering new things he didn’t know about, vibrant colors and lights all over the place.

“Little Gojo.” Fumiko called him.

Satoru clenched his cheeks and glared at Fumiko. “Don’t call me Gojo.” He said as he crossed his arms.

“Why?” Fumiko tilted her head.

“I don’t like it.” Satoru looked at the ground and began to play with his feet.

“Why don’t you like it?” Fumiko knelt before him.

“Because… because it’s the same name as dad and him…” Satoru’s words trailed off, but Fumiko quickly picked up on the boy’s message.

“Okay, how about I call you… little Satoru?”

Satoru’s gaze lit up. “But I’m not little!” He protested again.

“Oh of course you are!” Fumiko replied mockingly. “You are so little!”

“No I am not!” Satoru replied.

“But only little boys get to have dessert later.” Fulminó said, knowing too well that Satoru couldn’t deny having dessert.

Satoru felt silent and then hugged Fumiko. “I’m little.” He said.

“Yes you are.” She said, hugging his little body back. “Now let’s go inside, the show is about to start.” She smiled. “You know my best friend is the one presenting.” Fumiko mentioned.

Satoru looked at her. “Can we meet her?”

“Of course, after she is done showing everyone about the planets we can.” Fumiko said. “And you know… she has a daughter who is your age, maybe next time you can meet her too.”

“And maybe I could have a friend!” Satoru excitedly said.

“Or a girlfriend! She is really cute.” Fumiko mentioned.

“No! I don’t want that!” Satoru protested. “Love is bad.”

“No, little Satoru.” Fumiko took him in her arms as they walked inside the room. “Love is good, and you will see it once you find it.”

“And how will I find it?” He said, moving on the chair that he was now sitting.

“It will happen, and with your good heart I’m sure it will be beautiful.” Fumiko pinched his cheek. “Now look…” She whispered, pointing out to the ceiling, which was beginning to light up with stars as the light faded.

Satoru’s eyes shined when he saw all the constellations there. It was exciting, it was magical. Little Satoru didn’t feel like that moment was real.

A woman appeared on stage and she started talking, causing Satoru's attention to increase, the colors that illuminated the space were reflected on her face. The woman spoke softly as she moved around the stage and showed different images and holograms. Satoru became more and more excited.

His attention never left the environment, enjoying every single moment of it. He wanted to do that too, he wanted to study the stars, the planets, he wanted to be like her.

“Fumiko…” He whispered. “I want to be like her.”

“For real?” Fumiko asked with a bright smile. “You can ask her what she studied so you can be like her.” Satoru nodded, determined to do it.

The conversation went by in a flash, or so Satoru thought, wanting to learn more. Grabbing Fumiko's hand, they approached the stage, where Fumiko's friend was saying goodbye to some people.

Satoru's grip on her hand tightened, nervous about getting close to her. Fumiko and her friend exchanged greetings and then the woman's eyes landed on Satoru. The woman bowed and smiled.

“Hello!” She said with a great smile. “I’m Ren, what’s your name?”

“Satoru.” He said.

“Oh… and how old are you Satoru?” She asked him.

“I’m five… but I will be six in December!”

“So you are the same age as my daughter.” She smiled. “Maybe one day you can meet her and play with her.” Satoru nodded.

“Little Satoru, you don’t have something to ask Ren?” Fumiko spoke.

“Oh… I… I really liked what you said…” Satoru moved his hands. “I want to be like you!”

“Oh for real?” Ren smiled. “Well then you will have to study a lot!”

“I will!” Satoru responded.

“And love what you do a lot!”

“I will too! I will be the best and be like you!”

“I will be looking forward to that Satoru.” Ren touched his hair with a smile.

As soon as they left the place, Satoru asked Fumiko for books about space and the stars. He wanted to become someone like Ren, he wanted to be able to study the stars, study the night sky.

The next day Fumiko appeared in his room with a book in her hands, the first of many about the universe. Little by little Satoru found in this new world an escape and a relaxation to ignore the screams he received from his parents.

Luckily Fumiko was always there for him, together they walked to a lake and spent hours playing or reading one of the new astronomy books that Fumiko had bought him.

But that peace for Satoru soon ended, specifically on the day of his 6th birthday.

He ran through the entire house of the Gojo clan, as fast as his body allowed him and barefoot he went out into the cold Tokyo winter. His feet touched the cold snow and with tears in his eyes he shouted Fumiko's name, hoping that she would turn around and that what she had heard was not true.

Fumiko couldn't leave, she had to stay there, she was the only person who truly loved and cared for him. And now she was leaving.

Satoru cried for hours as the snow fell, waiting for Fumiko to return. But she never did.

At the time Satoru didn't understand why Fumiko left without saying goodbye, without explanation. It wasn't until he was 17 that one of the workers confessed to him that Fumiko had been fired by his parents for putting ideas in Satoru's head.

Even though his parents tried for years to get Satoru to continue and become a lawyer, Satoru refused and after learning the truth he was even less likely to give in to it.

That’s why he enrolled himself secretly on the degree he wanted so badly.

“Stop giving me such a hard time!” Satoru shouted to the phone while he walked across the campus. “This is my life so just let me!”

Satoru rubbed his eyes in frustration as he listened to his father speaking on the other side. He felt his backpack bump into something, or rather someone. “Sor—…”

“Son, you really disappointed me.” He heard.

“Just leave me!” He scream.

“All of this is that nanny’s fault…”

“Don’t bring Fumiko into this and now get lost!” He said before hanging off.

Satoru turned to see if the person who crashed into him was still there. But it wasn’t, he only saw a figure of a girl far away from where he was. Frustrated, he ruffled his hair and walked to his classroom.

Everyone turned to look at him, talked about him or directly approached him, because they knew who he was and he hated it so much.

He entered the class and made himself comfortable in one of the seats. The rest of his classmates started to enter, Satoru was not really paying too much attention, not until he saw you.

You entered the classroom, your backpack hanging from your shoulder, as you looked at a paper you held in your hands. Satoru knew it in that instant and the memory of when he was little started to pass through his head. You were that girl he had met at the lake, you were you, right? Satoru was convinced that you were.

He tried to move to another seat, but the people next to him prevented him from doing so, so he could only watch you from behind. Sitting by the window, occasionally looking through it.

When the class ended, Satoru jumped out of his seat and approached you, but your cold gaze and small snort left him with his feet planted on the floor.

After that Satoru only received blank stares and ignorance from you, but he still wanted to find you, get to know you, watch you and your friend, like that for two years.

“Teacher, I was wondering if in the next pair assignment you could put me with…” Satoru named you.

“And why is that Gojo?” Professor Tanaka looked at him.

“Well…” Satoru scratched the back of his neck. “We’re the best in the class, we could work well and also, no one would take advantage of us, you know, there are people who end up never doing anything.”

Tanaka thought about it for a moment and then nodded. “Okay.”

“Thank you.” Satoru bowed. “But please don’t comment on this.”

“Sure, now leave Gojo.”

Satoru walked out of the classroom with a smile on his face, he could finally interact with you, he wouldn't have to watch you from afar. Even though your reaction was what he expected from Satoru, he didn't give up.

He never did. Especially when he got to know you better, he was sure that he was never going to give up on you and what you had.

But then everything was black and only constant beeps were everything he could hear. Satoru mind was racing, he was in the middle of the match and then… then he had the ball and…

Oh yeah, Sukuna… he fell and hit his head on the floor. That happened?

He wasn’t sure.

“You came to the party with our son right?” He heard a voice, it was distant but he knew who it was, it was his mother. “It was not difficult for us to track you down…No family, works in a grocery store and you are on scholarship.”

“I have a family…” And that voice, he knew that voice too well. He loved that voice.

“Dead…”

Satoru started to hear the voices more clearly, he was coming back, he felt his hand moving and his anger rising.

“You think he will thank you for this someday? For being the reason why he is wasting his potential.” His father said.

Satoru’s blue eyes slowly opened, he saw you, holding his hand, while your gaze was away from him and it looked sad. Satoru wanted to move and held you closer to him, taking away the sadness that you had in your eyes.

His eyes then moved to see them, his parents were there, standing tall feeling like they were superior to you.

“Leave…” Satoru murmured, he felt his ribs killing him as he spoke.

“Satoru…” You said, getting closer to him.

“Hey.” He smiled, trying to calm you down. “I’m back.”

“Son.” His father said.

Satoru’s eyes got darker as he turned to look at them. “Why are you still here?”

“We came to see you son.” His mother spoke.

“Well, you can leave because you are not welcome here.

Satoru’s voice was firm, each word cutting through the tension in the room like a blade.

“Son.” His father said, his tone cutting, clearly not used to being dismissed. “We came all this way to check on you, and this is the thanks we get? You’ve always been ungrateful.”

“Ungrateful?” Satoru’s laugh was dry and humorless as he leaned lightly against his pillows. “I’ve spent my entire life trying to live up to your impossible expectations. And the one time I decide to do something for myself, you have the audacity to call me ungrateful?”

His mother stepped forward, her face a mask of cold composure. “We only want the best for you, son. Do you think this… childish rebellion will get you anywhere? Look at you now.”

“No.” Satoru replied, his voice firm. “I’m here because I put my heart into something I love. Something you’ll never understand because you only care about control and appearances. I’m sick of letting you dictate my life.”

“You’re being a fool.” His father snapped. “You’re throwing away a future we worked so hard to build for you. And for what? To pursue a fleeting passion? Or worse.” He stared at you, his expression hardening. “To follow someone who is clearly beneath you?”

The words hit you like a slap, but before you could respond, Satoru’s voice rang out, cold and sharp. “Don’t you dare speak of her like that.”

His father blinked, surprised by the venom in Satoru’s tone. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me,” Satoru said, his blue eyes shining despite his weakened state. You can insult me ​​all you want, criticize my decisions, my career, whatever. But you can’t disrespect them. They support you more than you ever have.

His mother’s lips thinned. “Satoru, we’re just trying to protect you. From yourself and from… people who don’t understand what it means to be part of our family.”

“Enough.” Satoru interrupted, his voice rising slightly. “I’m sick of hearing you tear me down. I’ve spent my entire life trying to fit into the mold you wanted, and it’s never been enough. I’ve found something that makes me happy, someone that makes me happy, and if you can’t respect that, then maybe it’s best if you don’t come around anymore.”

The room fell into a heavy silence. His parents exchanged a glance, their expressions unreadable, but you could feel the tension radiating off of them.

“Okay.” His father said after a long pause, his voice cold. “If this is the path you insist on taking, don’t come crying to us when it breaks down.”

His mother turned around without another word, her heels clicking loudly against the tile floor as she walked to the door. His father followed, stopping only to cast one last disdainful glance in your direction before leaving.

The door closed with a click and the silence that followed was echoing. Satoru let out a long sigh, his body sinking back against the pillows.

You took his hand, your fingers shaking slightly. “Satoru…”

“I’m fine…” He said quietly, though his voice was thick with emotion. He turned to you, his eyes softening. “I’m sorry you had to see that. They… they’ve always been like that.”

You shook your head. “Don’t apologize. You stood up for yourself, for us. I’m proud of you.”

He gave you a slight smile, squeezing your hand. “They don’t define me. And they don’t define us. I’m not going to let them get in the way of what I want.”

You leaned forward and gently rested your forehead against his. “Good...”

He closed his eyes, the tension in his body started to fade away as he held your hand. “As long as you’re here, I can handle anything.”

“And I’m not going anywhere.” You whispered.

“I know…” Satoru whispered, leaving a tender kiss on your head.

“I should call the doctor.” You broke your distance. “For them to check you.”

“Stay, let’s stay like this a bit more.” He hugged, even though he felt pain he didn’t want to let your warm go from his side. “I’m a bad person if I say I don’t want to see them again?”

Satoru got nervous as your silence grew more, but his heart soon relaxed when your calm tone reached his ears. “No… no you are not. They are the bad ones, not them. They have only looked out for the benefit of the family, never for you, and you have wanted to seek your happiness. And that happiness is not with them.” You pulled away and held his face carefully. “Don’t blame yourself, because it is not your fault at all.”

Satoru softly smiled. “I love you.”

You smiled back. “I love you too… but don’t scared me like that again.” You said. “You know how terrified I was when Nanami and Haibara appeared on the store and told me something happened?”

“Birdie… I’m so sorry…”

“I’m killing that guy.” You said with a firm tone.

“Who Sukuna?” You nodded. “He is quite big you know?”

“You doubt me? I was black belt in taekwondo and if he hurt you I won’t hesitate.” You looked at him and Satoru smiled.

“I’m sure that will be handled… don’t worry, okay?” He kissed you.

“I will always worry about you…” You said. “Because I care about you.”

The room fell quiet again, the only sound the steady beeping of the heart monitor. Not much time passed before a nurse came to the room, getting surprised by the fact that Satoru was awake. Soon enough the doctor came in, wanting to make sure Satoru was in perfect conditions.

“You have a broken rib and fortunately the hit on your head wasn’t serious.” The doctor said checking the pages on his hands. “But you will have headaches for a week and the broken rib, it will take around six or eight weeks to be fully recovered.” Satoru nodded while listening to those words. “So no activities during that time, you need to rest.” Then he looked at you. “Make sure he follows...”

“Doctor, I’m right here.” Satoru protested.

“Well that’s it then, I will see you before sending you home.” The doctor said leaving the room.

Satoru smirked and looked at you. “So my beautiful girlfriend will be taking care of me?”

“Yeah, and I will make sure you properly rest Satoru Gojo.” You said. “Don’t look at me like that, you need to recover.”

“I promise I will be nice.” He smiled. “You know… you could stay with me, in my apartment.” He held your hand. “It would be a good way to start seeing how well we get along living together before moving…”

You looked at him. “Satoru… are you indirectly asking me to move in together?”

Satoru chuckled, kissing your hand. “Would it be a bad idea? I plan on moving from that apartment once I've recovered, now that my relationship with my parents it’s broken, I want to start living completely for myself.” He looked at you without blinking. “And I don’t know birdie, starting that chapter with you warms my heart completely.” The distance between the two of you started to be shorter. “So tell me birdie, would you live with me?”

You scanned his face and a soft and shy smile broke into your face. “Sounds good… I would love to be there ‘Toru.”

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[kaceyunderfell]

Salt in the Wound - A Rain World Au

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Artificer cant remember how many scavengers she had killed, must have been at least ten thousand by now. Yet, every corner she turns she seems to see more and more of them, like she isn't doing anything in the long-run to exterminate them.

She had given herself this task, to kill all the scavengers, so that no other slugcats would be hurt by them the way she had been.

She sighs, knowing that this cycle will just be the same as all the rest. She continues on, not thinking about how this is probably a lost cause at this point.

After what feels like hours of dodging spears and throwing spears back at those who threw them Artificer looks up at the sky. "The rain is coming.." she says, annoyed. At least the scavengers also seem to have gotten the message that the rain is approaching. She watched as the few remaining scavengers that had survived her attack ran off to their shelters.

Artificer took a rock and placed it in her mouth, after a few seconds she spat it out and threw it at the scavenger that didn't enter the shelter yet. The rock exploded, killing the scavenger instantly. She growls in disgust as she walks up to one of the bodies and mauls it.

Four food pips filled, just the amount she needed. She heads towards the next shelter, thinking that she was just gonna do the exact same thing the next cycle.

She enters the pipe leading to the shelter, not expecting to see anything of note. She is used to this repeating pattern. But.. once inside the shelter she spots something.. small..

"A.. pup..?" Artificer says, almost in disbelief.

The pup looks at Artificer for a good five seconds before deciding that she is dangerous. It runs to the far side of the shelter, as far as it can get from Artificer, who is blocking the exit.

Artificer tries to calm the pup down "It's okay.. I'm not going to hurt you.." her efforts to calm the pup down are useless. The pup seems terrified of her.

She tries to think back to when she was a mother. What calmed her pups down? Aha! That's it! she thought I gotta earn this little guy's trust!

She exits the shelter through the pipe. What would make them trust me? she thought, then she thought that bringing one of the scavenger bodies as something to eat would be less afraid of her.

Artificer walked over to one of the bodies, the one she hadn't eaten. She grabs it and heads back to the shelter. The less-deadly rain had started and she knew it wouldn't be long till the more-deadly rain set in, so she ran as fast as she could towards the shelter as to not be killed.

Once in the shelter again she looks at the slugpup, who still looks terrified of her. She places the body of the scavenger on the ground, then draws the Karma 4 symbol (indicating food) on the floor, trying to tell the pup that it is food.

After doing that she moves over to the corner left of the exit pipe and sits down. She watches what the pup does, trying to look less intimidating in the corner.

The shelter door locks itself. The pup is just staring at the corpse in front of it, not moving at all. The poor thing seems terrified. Artificer doesn't understand why it isn't eating.

Artificer looks worried. Is this pup okay? she thought to herself. Why isn't it eating?

Eventually Artificer falls asleep, not being able to keep the tiredness at bay any longer.

Im actually proud of this so imma tag some of my friends/moots because i want them to read this lol @thunder-opossum @harperfrost @kiaraunderfell123 @aeott @doomsterr @thornsawawa @saint-the-faint @staring-at-a-blank-pagee @lugiteen @sunflowers-son @olly-the-available-url @ruffy-ruffles @vo1dsea

(And yes, I do plan on continuing this au (Also, the pup's name is Minty))