#my 12 year old self was not ready

[rdlain]

I look damn good in bangs, the con is it also can make me look about 12 years old depending on what I'm wearing

[inejghafer]

I just had the mind boggling realization that I've been on here for over ten years??? When the fuck did that happen?!

[missmeringuemorgue]

Hello and Welcome!

In this PAC reading we will find out what you can expect for the upcoming 3 months. For those who want to listen to this PAC in audio format, be sure to check this out!🥰

My best wishes and onto the reading…

Group 1

1. I see the beach, so if you don’t live near a beach you could go on a vacation. Now if you do live near a beach, the beach could symbolise renewal: renewal of emotions, renewal of old bonds, renewal of the self and the world around you.

2. A celebration: you might be giving a gift to someone or you could be receiving a gift. Now this gift could be a physical item but it can also be metaphorical, like you receiving a raise at work or bettering your grades at school, for example.

3. The theme of travel keeps popping up and I believe wherever you will travel, it will be significant or something significant will happen that will change the course of events. Like this travel could open new doors for you.

4. These will the months of discoveries, whether it be about yourself, about another or about the world. You could find out about something you wanted an answer to or you could be uncovering a secret of some sort.

5. I see pets, so some of you could be getting a pet or strengthening a bond with the pet that you already have.

6. Cars might be significant. Like you could be getting a car or bettering the car you already have. It could also signify you travelling as I mentioned earlier.

7. I get this sense of serenity. Have you been doing healing work recently? I feel like you have, even if it is unknowingly or unconsciously. You’ve been healing a lot recently and it shows. This healing might bring you the gift you’ve been wanting. I’ve already mentioned you getting a gift but this healing is somehow related to it or to you getting it. Heart chakra healing is significant here. Maybe some of you need to hear it: you’re ready for love. It is safe for you to love. Don’t let your doubts discourage you from finding your forever person. They will come. Trust in yourself and the Divine Power.

8. Summer might be significant. Maybe some of you are born in the summer and it’s definitely a confirmation. Okay I feel as though Divine Powers want to talk about love now. So maybe your person is born in the summer or you’ll meet in summer. Festivals and concerts might be significant.

9. They are saying you need to put yourself out there more. Like go out more, sign up for some classes, create a dating app profile - do whatever feels right but get out of your comfort zone more. This way you might meet your person. If you never try, you never know, right?

10. New Years and the whole month of January might be significant.

11. You could meet someone who will turn out to be a great friend. They might be older than you. Also they have a lot of wisdom to share so be ready for deep conversations.

12. The names ‘Henry’, ‘Harry’, ‘Harriet’, ‘Helena’ come to mind, so this might be the friend’s name you’re going to meet or your person’s. Take it as it resonates.

13. Howl’s Moving Castle might be significant. Like you could be watching a movie with this friend you’re going to meet or with your person and that’s how you’ll know it’s them. Or your story could be significant to the characters in that movie. Again, take it as it resonates.

14. Overall, be ready to be blessed with a celebration and a gift. Better times are ahead.

Group 2

1. You could be experiencing a Tower moment and what I mean by this is…you might be shocked by something, something that will shake up your life: things that are not serving you will be removed whether it be in the form of things, habits or people - everything that has no place in your life anymore will be wiped out and you will get a clean slate.

2. Money might play a significant role. Perhaps the things you lose will be compensated with abundance.

3. Taking care of family’s legacy - you might be asked to do something for your family or your family will ask for your help of some sort. I see it being again related to money. I feel inheritance but not necessarily.

4. This loss that I was talking about earlier, it could be related to a breakup and it’s not necessarily a romantic one. Like something could break your heart which will result in your grieving and it is not necessarily a romantic partner.

5. I feel like you need to start doing something: I keep hearing “have you started?” so whatever it is that you need to be doing, don’t waste any more time and start now. It’s time. Whether it be business, a new career path or doing something you’ve always dreamed of doing. It’s high time you did it.

6. Similar to group 1, don’t isolate yourself. We get it. You like your alone time but don’t forget the people you have around you. Spend some more time with them. Go out. Have fun. The night is still young.

7. I see jewellery, so this could mean the next 3 months will somehow enrich your life and what I mean by that is…you might experience something which will be a rich experience for you and that could be anything: from a relationship of any sort to you getting a promotion at work or bettering your grades at school. It can be anything so be ready!

8. Bunnies might be significant in some way. Also the Year of the Rabbit might be significant, like if you’re born in that year, this could be a confirmation but if not look out for the next Year of the Rabbit because it might be important.

9. The plant juniper or the name ‘Juniper’ might be significant, I’m also hearing the planet ‘Jupiter’. Relating this to astrology, you might be influenced by Jupiter during the next 3 months, and what that means is…Jupiter is associated with growth, healing, prosperity, wealth, good fortune and miracles. So perhaps this heartbreak that I mentioned earlier, you will start healing from it during those next 3 months. Also the wealth could be related to the inheritance that I talked about earlier. Jupiter in the 4th house might be significant meaning you focusing on your family life. Perhaps this is talking about the thing that you will need to do for your family.

10. Your intuition might be heightened during the next 3 months. Like you could be having prophetic dreams, visions or you will be very much drawn to the occult and spirituality.

11. I keep seeing the Sun Tarot card, so even if you experience some downfalls, you will get up even stronger. Don’t give up.

12. I see the wedding scene from the Twilight Saga movies, so perhaps it means you getting proposed to or you getting married but if not that it could also mean you attending someone else’s wedding or your bond with your partner getting stronger. Also it could mean commitment of any sort, so perhaps if you’re single you might get a love offer.

13. You might be getting a glow up and it can mean anything: from a physical glow up to emotional, spiritual glow up.

14. You might be finding out how your crush feels about you, so perhaps this love offer is related to it. Overall, you might experience some bad times but you will get through them and even get one or two blessings!

Group 3

1. I see elephants, India, something far away - a far away land perhaps. If you are from India this is a confirmation, but if not, it could mean you’ll feel renewed in the next 3 months. Elephants are these huge creatures, so they also represent strength. Your strength could be tested or you will gain strength during those 3 months.

2. Something related to your childhood home or your childhood in general. You might feel nostalgic or it could quite literally mean you will travel back to your childhood home or hometown. I see you having some business there.

3. Trees. Growth. Nature. Also the song Autumn Trees by Corpse comes to mind so there might be a message for you in that song. Autumn could also be significant.

4. A fated connection. You might meet someone when you’re back in your hometown. Could be in autumn or during the summer. Virgo season comes to mind or the person you meet might be a Virgo. This connection is not necessarily romantic, at least it won’t start romantically. If it develops into something romantic over time, it’s going to start as a friendship. I see a club/pub and I’m getting two mixed energies so take what resonates. Either you meet this fated connection at the club/pub or it is a warning not to fall into a trap and grab the first person that shows you attention. Or it could be both: the fated connection person will be there but they won’t be the first one showing you attention there. You guys I’m getting you’re very pretty and before you say ‘no, Morgue, I’m not pretty, what are you talking about?’ Just listen. You are, okay. The energy doesn’t lie and believe me when I say you attract a lot of attention whether you’re aware of it or not. So there might be people showing you a lot of attention at that club or a pub, but your person is subtle, they calculate their every move. They are smart and they won’t be some f-boy/f-girl and won’t try to get you into bed right away, you know? The way they speak is very soft, calming, soothing. In fact, they might even be the ones who save you from unwanted attention from other people. Just look for someone gentlemanly/ladylike.

5. There’s a lot of energy around your childhood. A childhood friend might reappear in your life. They might ask you for a favour or for some help. Something related to a house or a home or home life. They might not be doing their best as I feel. Feminine energy but not necessarily female gender because this is just the energy I’m reading. I’m hearing “mother” and “passing”, so maybe for some of you your childhood friend’s mother or a close relative passed away and they need your help of some sort.

6. Astrology. Astronomy. Space. The Universe. I’m hearing “the stars will show the path”, so perhaps this means you might want to look deeper into your birth chart or I’m hearing a birth chart of someone close to you. Perhaps someone you’ve been thinking about lately.

7. Something foreign. So this Virgo person you meet might be a foreigner or at least doesn’t live in the same city or state as you. Okay, something tells me there’s more information on this Virgo that you need to be aware of. Oh, okay. There’s a message from them. They are saying they think you’re awesome. They are saying they will find you attractive on the day you meet but they will play it cool. They are saying they don’t want to rush things because they want this to last.

8. Something about the butterfly emoji. So they might text you a butterfly emoji or you might see a butterfly emoji somewhere as a confirmation. Or I’m also getting that whenever someone mentions a butterfly emoji in a video for example, there might be a message for you in that video.

9. The UK or Ireland might be significant. I’m also getting an island of some sort. You might want to check your astrocartography chart as it might lead you to great places!

10. Something related to your past life that you had during some sort of war or a battle. Medieval times. The Renaissance might be significant. Mona Lisa. Da Vinci. Michelangelo. Galileo Galilei. They all might be significant. Also I’m getting the name ‘Rafael’.

11. The Last Supper. The mural. This might be significant. I’m feeling a museum. So perhaps you will visit a museum and something significant happens when you see the Mona Lisa painting or The Last Supper mural. They are both created by Leonardo da Vinci so he is definitely significant here. I’m not getting a clear message as to why he is significant here, but it’s something related to the festival season, the holidays, like Christmas and the New Years.

12. Code. Egypt. Star Wars or Star Trek. Again the stars mentioned. So there might be something hidden that can be revealed in the stars or the star map. I’m also getting a prayer. So you might have the urge to pray to whatever Higher Power you believe in. They will hear your prayer, don’t worry. But they are also saying that for example if you ask for strength don’t be surprised if you get challenging situations which will help you gain it.

13. I see a farm, so you could be cultivating something, maybe something you have been wanting for a long time. Also you might be starting something that will be beneficial for you, especially career wise. But if it isn’t career it might be related to your life getting easier after a long period of hard work or hardships.

14. Overall, someone from your childhood might be returning but you will also gain some new friends along the way who might even help you with career or life in general.

[invincibies]

Mark Grayon — SFW headcanons.

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—— author's notes. ⟢ . . . . . // // -- ok hi guys... i dont have much to rlly say but. haaayy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! pretty pls enjoy my peak little headcanons :P . . . . . . . . . . . .

mark and reader are in a established relationship. season 3 mentions || enjoy . . . . .

— Mark Grayson is unsurprisingly a really easy guy to please. {{ whilst you're trying to buy him small things; mark is bringing you home a cake from france if he's somehow gotten there during his superhero stuff... as long as its reasonably priced of course. college students don't get paid all that much... especially him. he doesn't even go to college anymore. But every small thing you give him, he cherishes it, whether it be with his stomach (meaning food) or simply putting it up next to his prized 'Seance Dog' comics and collectables. — Mark Grayson's love language is physical touch and words. {{ (as well as gifts if you squint) he is always quite the attention giver, whether it be curled up next to you whilst you're on your laptop, he is somehow always expressing his endless bounds of affection to you, hugs, kisses, subtle hand holding, the whole lot! his favourite place to kiss you is either your cheek or on the lips. he countlessly apologizes and says that he loves you when he's late to dates with you, kisses on the forehead from him to you for an extra apology are a MUST! and taking you out to burger mart whilst you eat the very few leftover pennies he had from his own mother. — Mark Grayson doesn't actually listen to music that much. {{ (self explanatory but you know...) mark was never that much into music. more of a writer/reader type of guy. of course he listened to music sometimes but not religiously like other people... but he will admit - he doesn't actually mind 'The Cranberries' that much, his favourite is 'Zombie'.

— Mark Grayson's alter ego — Invincible. {{ mark was very nervous about telling you his secret identity but he didn't want a repeat of Amber so he had told you as soon as he thought you were ready for it... which was surprisingly quick. He really thinks your the one. he planned it for weeks, should he just knock on your window one day in his Invincible suit and scare the shit out of you or does he tell you like a normal person. he told you like a normal person, no matter how fun the first option seemed. honestly, he was very surprised when you said you'd stay with him, even after he warned you of the dangers... like anissa and how she threatened to kill amber. — Mark Grayson's stress and how he deals with it. {{ honestly, mark doesn't really have the time to notice how stressed out he is until after an excruciatingly long fight — especially after Conquest. another time he noticed how stressed out he was; his eyes caught sight of an already gray hair by the age of twenty... yikes. not to mention the slight eye bags as well. he's ashamed to admit it but he tries to hide it with concealer sometimes. if mark feels a type of stress that has to be dealt with effective immediately; he usually comes to you for help or goes out on an actual walk instead of flying through the sky like he usually does. if unable to do those things; he quietly recites quotes from 'Seance Dog' to himself to relax him a bit. — Mark Grayson's brother, oliver. {{ you were the first he came to for oliver, he honestly had no idea if his mother would take oliver in especially since it was Omni-Man's kid from another planet. he voiced his struggles and you ended up helping him to tell Debbie. thank god she actually took him in. oliver asks you and mark embarrassing questions like "when are you guys getting married?" just to see you both get flushed and laugh nervously. this kid was 2 months old a week ago and suddenly he's a 12 year old actually knowing how the world worked... to an extent. later in private, mark tells oliver that he'd marry you soon... as a joke. oliver taddled on him to you a few days later. — Mark Grayson and Seance Dog. {{ he loves 'Seance Dog'. we all know this. you know this piece of literature probably as good as he does with how much he talks about it with you. he loves comic books, the comic store was like a second home to him now, he didn't even have to ask the lady at the counter for the latest issue of 'Seance Dog' once a month, she already had it out waiting for his greedy little hands. if there's a new 'Seance Dog' action figure, he's losing his mind and saving up the money to go and buy it. if he doesn't end up having enough money for it, he's looking at you like you're his little ATM. you buy it for him anyway, always. tht precious smile is irreplaceable and you needed to see it every chance you ever got with him.

ok im sorry i wanna write more desperately but its like 4 in the morning and i have school its actually ggs... i hope you enjoyed ts tho!!!! reqs open ^_^

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Smoke Eater || Series Masterlist

Pairing: Firefighter!Dean Winchester x F. Reader 

Summary: Dean Winchester is the cocky, but well-respected Lieutenant at Firehouse 25. He leads by example, but he’s also known to break a few hearts. He’s starting to crave something he’s never had, though. Something stable. Something real. 

That’s when he meets you, on a truly terrible day, trapped in a rickety old elevator.   

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LONG WAY ‘ROUND | MV1

an: oh it’s been a long time since i’ve done a smau, i basically forgot how to do them. enjoy a silly little smau for cowboy!max and rancher!reader. i hope you don't think this was too rushed, this was requested.

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Present day:

You hadn’t wanted to come back home, but you knew your father would be turning in his grave if he knew you'd sold the land.

That land, sun-scorched, temperamental, and stubborn as the people who worked it, was all he ever cared about. And somehow, despite years away, despite your big girl job in the city and your very expensive flat that barely got any sun, you couldn’t quite stomach the idea of letting strangers tear it up for cattle feed or golf courses or whatever else people did out here now.

So you came back.

The barn was half-falling in, the fences were on their last legs, and the tractor — God bless it — hadn’t run properly since you were nineteen. You posted about it, of course. Ranch life: 1, me: 0. A little self-deprecating humour never hurt. Not that you expected him to see it.

But Max always did have a talent for showing up when you least wanted him to.

He’s always been a cowboy, even back when the rest of the lads in school were chasing trainers and mobile phones. Wore that damn hat like it was welded on, swaggered through the halls like he owned them. Infuriatingly smug. Always had hay in his hair, some smart-arse remark at the ready, and girls orbiting him like he was God’s gift. Not that you cared. Much.

He’d helped your dad out now and again, even when you were off pretending you were too grown-up for all this. Fixed a fence here, delivered feed there. Your dad liked him. Sometimes you think he liked Max more than he liked you.

And that? That pissed you off more than you cared to admit.

So when Max posted "got the baby running like it’s brand new” with a photo of your tractor on your land you nearly threw your phone across the yard.

You didn’t ask for help.

He gave it anyway.

Typical.

And no, you don’t need him. You don’t want him.

text messages between max and yn

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guess the gate fixed itself then.

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schoolfriend1: oh my god, you're back!

yourusername: unwillingly, but we should meet for coffee!

schoolfriend1: please!

auntie: ranch looks good, pops would be proud

yourusername: he's laughing up at me from hell, he knew this would be my nightmare

auntie: you love it anyway, good things will come from this darling

maxverstappen1: must have been faries. hot ones.

yourusername: unfortunately for me when i was looking out the barn i happened to see an ugly troll

maxverstappen1: wish i'd known you were watching, the shirt would have come off much earlier.

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don’t remember inviting anyone in, but okay.

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schoolfriend1: 👀 oh??

yourusername: apparently all the shit here is broken.

auntie: the boots don’t lie

maxverstappen1: next time i’m coming in for pie

yourusername: next time i’m changing the locks

maxverstappen1: then i’ll come in through the window

yourusername: you’re not romantic, you’re a raccoon

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yn's porch, sunset

You weren’t expecting him to actually show up.

But twenty minutes later, as promised, Max pulled up in his dust-covered truck, one hand out the window, a six-pack dangling from the other like some twisted cowboy peace offering.

He didn’t bother knocking. Just let himself round the porch, boots thudding slow against the old wood, like he’d done it a thousand times before. You were sat on the steps, pie dish balanced on your lap, sleeves rolled up, sweat still clinging to the back of your neck from the day’s heat.

"Figured you'd be out here," he said, handing you a bottle and sitting beside you like it was the most natural thing in the world.

"You always this cocky?"

He grinned, cracking open his own beer. "Only when I know I'm right."

You didn’t answer, just tipped the bottle to your lips and looked out at the land. Golden light was bleeding into the hills, all syrupy and slow, and for a moment you let the quiet fill the air between you. The kind of quiet that only ever settled in right before the cicadas started their song.

He leaned back on his elbows. “Pie smells good.”

“Don’t get used to it,” you muttered, but passed him a slice anyway.

You didn’t talk much, at first. Just chewed and sipped and watched the sky change colours. But the beers loosened your limbs and somewhere between the fourth and fifth bottle, you found yourselves laughing. Proper laughing. About school, mostly, who got locked up, who married who, the time he nearly blew up the chemistry lab because he thought acetone was flammable (it was).

Then it went quiet again. Not uncomfortable. Just... a shift.

Max looked over at you, eyes soft in the low light. His voice dropped, all low drawl and something you couldn’t quite name.

"What’ve I done wrong, sweetheart?"

You blinked at him. “What d’you mean?”

“I dunno,” he shrugged. “You always come at me with your fists up. Like I’ve stepped outta line and you’re just waitin’ to swing.”

You tried to laugh it off. “Old habits die hard.”

He didn’t buy it. “Tell me the truth.”

You looked down at your bottle. Picked at the label.

“…I think I was jealous of you.”

Max sat up straighter. “Jealous? Of me?”

You nodded once. Quiet.

“You and Dad got on like a house on fire,” you said, voice softer now. “He trusted you with things he never trusted me with. And you always knew what you wanted. I was out here tryin’ to be good enough for a man who never really said I was. And there you were, breezin’ in like you belonged.”

He didn’t say anything.

“…And I might’ve had a crush on you. In school.”

That earned a pause. And then, of course, you backtracked.

“That was the alcohol talking. That wasn’t true.”

He tilted his head, grinning like he knew better. Like he’d known the whole damn time.

“Pity,” he said, voice like melted butter, “’cause the first time I ever swung by your father’s, it wasn’t for a job.”

You looked up at him, heartbeat suddenly loud.

He leaned in a little, real slow. Like he wasn’t sure how close he was allowed to get. But still close enough for you to smell his cologne, all cedar and smoke.

“I asked him what kinda man a gorgeous daughter like his would go to.”

You stared at him, stunned into silence.

“And he told me,” Max added, voice low and smile soft, “you’d never be interested in someone like me. Said you were smart. Ambitious. Goin’ places.”

You swallowed.

“…You never said anything.”

“I didn’t want to get in your way.”

He reached out, thumb brushing over your knuckles where your hand rested on your knee.

“But if I’d known you were lookin’ back all that time…”

You didn’t let him finish.

You just looked at him, heart all tangled up, and whispered, “Max…”

You said his name like it meant something. Like it was more than just a name. Like maybe it was a memory. Or a promise.

His hand was still on yours, thumb brushing lazy circles across your skin. You should’ve pulled away. You didn’t.

“I meant it,” he said quietly. “Every word.”

You didn’t say anything. Just stared at him. At his sunburnt cheeks, at the faint scar on his jaw you remembered from a bar fight back in Year 11, at the curve of his mouth when it wasn't trying to be cocky.

He laughed under his breath. “You’ve gone quiet, darlin’. That usually means I’ve stepped in it.”

You shook your head, voice small. “No. I just… I don’t know what to do with this.”

“Start with tellin’ me if I can kiss you.”

You looked at him, properly looked at him. The boy who used to drive you mad. The man who knew your land better than you did. The one who kept showing up without ever asking for thanks. The one who saw you, really saw you, long before you were ready to be seen.

And then you nodded.

He didn’t lunge. Didn’t grab. Just leaned in like it was the most natural thing in the world. Like kissing you was something he'd always known how to do, he just hadn’t been allowed to yet.

It was slow. Warm. The kind of kiss that crept under your ribs and made a home there. No fireworks. No dramatic score. Just his lips, his breath, his hands gentle against your cheek.

And when he pulled back, forehead resting against yours, his voice was barely more than a whisper.

“You’re trouble, you know that?”

You smiled, lips still brushing his. “And you’re not?”

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schoolfriend1: son of a bitch did it six years later

localtownie: knew it. been waitin’ on this since the fair 3 summers ago when she yelled at you over the microphone and you smiled like a damn fool

maxverstappen1: who woulda known

yourusername: don't get used to it

maxverstappen1: too late, already calling it wages

yourusername: pretty sure that's called prostituon bud

maxverstappen1: whatever you wanna call it sweetheart

auntie: can't tell if her pop will be rolling around in his grave or celebrating

bestmate: im horrified she'd choose you

yourusername: yeah so am i

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[damnfeelings09]

VALENTINE'S DAY COUNTDOWN

You're in love - Leon S. Kennedy x fem reader

Pairing: Leon S. Kennedy x female reader Tags: fluff, comfort, love, love, love, stablished relationship, memories, cheesy stuff. Word count: Prompt: you and Leon have been together for 10 years, yet every day still feels like the first. One day while Leon’s not home you find your old diary and find yourself reliving your love story. Notes: The tears/shivers/emotions I felt while writing this I can't compare to anything. I loved this one so much I'm totally writting one for Shadow just like this. It makes me very happy to be able to express my feelings and “relive” them even if only in this way, hopefully someday I and everyone will find a person who loves us just like in the books, until then I will keep pouring my heart in my writing.

The summer heat was present in your home. The sunlight reflected colorful flashes as they hit the window. The floor was littered with boxes, some marked with “fragile” others with “Leon stuff” but your attention was on the box with your name on it. In it you had found your childhood stuffed animal, pictures of your family, a few unused stickers and an old notebook. You recognized it perfectly, there was no way you could forget that beautiful blue notebook with green hearts that had been with you for so long. Having a diary sounded childish, but for you it was important to keep your memories somewhere safe and if you ever wanted to relive them you could do it. For more than half an hour you had been rereading all your witticisms, the stale jokes you made with yourself, the desires and goals you had set for yourself when you got to college. Almost halfway through the journal you found a sheet of paper with your name and Leon's name on it with a big heart around it. Of course you knew where that drawing was from, you had drawn it the first time you had seen Leon, turning the page you found the entry for that day:

02/02/1998

The University of Illinois is really nice! I am so excited to leave for the summer. Mom says she's not ready for me to leave home but she's secretly happy for me. We visited some stores, museums, but the best part of the trip was going to the Italian restaurant Olio e Piú. Our waiter was sooooo cute. His name is Leon Scott Kennedy, he is 21 years old and just finished the police academy, he said that being a waiter was only temporary while he was waiting for the draft to know where he would be sent. I almost fell out of my chair when I saw that on the bill was his number written. Of course I didn't waste a second and sent him a message on my way out of the restaurant. We are still here for 3 more days and he offered to show me around. I don't want to sound urgent but I think Ms. Kennedy sounds great.

You chuckled. Back then you were so love-struck and dreamy. Your younger self had so much faith in life, wanting to take it in hand, and besides, you were right about one thing, Ms. Kennedy sounded so good in you. You kept turning the pages until you found an important date, once again a heart adorned the page, this time only with Leon's name.

25/04/1998

I'm on my way to Ilinois again, I know, I know, you'll say I'm crazy, that we're going too fast because we've actually only been on 2 dates, but Leon and I text to each other every day. He understands me, laughs at my witticisms and I love his dad jokes. It may be soon but I would love for it to be him. I had to lie to my parents that I would be staying with my Aunt Sarah for the next 10 days, actually I will be staying with Leon, don't judge me, Aunt Sarah was the one who insisted on covering for me. I am very excited, Leon will pick me up at the bus station and take me to a special place. I'll tell you later how it went.

12:45 am

He asked me to be his girlfriend! There were candles, roses, strawberries and stars. I couldn't ask for anything more. I think I am in love with him.

At that moment you didn't really know what it meant to be in love, it wasn't just the butterflies fluttering in your stomach, it wasn't just the happiness of having him close to you or the excitement you felt every time you kissed him. Love was something very complicated to understand, even more to explain. It was like an invisible force that attracted you to him, altering all your senses, making you addicted to that feeling, excited, but at the same time it managed to keep the other emotions at bay, you felt protected, comfortable, whole.

11/29/1998

We had a fight. Leon told me he had to report to his new job in Raccon City, today! Today of all days. He knew how important it was to me that he come to this party with me and he didn't care. Right now he must be on his way or whatever. Idiot

06/29/2001

Leon is working. It’s almost been a year since the last time we saw each other and I don't know how long I can go on enduring it. It is unfair that all this has happened, stupid pharmaceuticals and their greed. If it wasn't for them we would be together now living in an apartment in Raccon City. I feel bad, I miss him so much, I miss his kisses and his kind smile, but I can't tell him. The last time I saw him his expression had changed, his eyes didn't look friendly anymore, they turned cold, he looked calculating, as if he was waiting for something to happen. I can't judge him, he has been through a lot, only the gods know how he is still in one piece after the massacre he lived through. I'm happy he's still with me, but I keep wondering if he's still the same Leon I fell in love with.

The Raccon City incident had changed the jovial, awkward, fun-loving Leon into a distant, apathetic, dry one. He had confided in you all that had happened, or at least a little more than the government had allowed him to say. He had cried in your shoulder lamenting for those people he had been unable to save, trying to justify his every action as self-defense. You had listened to him, wiped away his tears, stroked his back as he let it all out. You had shown him that no matter what had happened you loved him unconditionally, you had even encouraged him to take the job offered to him by the U.S. government assuring him that you would wait for him and you did.

11/11/2004

He came back. Three days ago, as I opened the door to take out the garbage, Leon was there, with his travel bag in hand and a bandage covering half of his right shoulder. I know he said he would, but part of me didn't believe it. The state he's in, gods, you don't know how I regret encouraging him take this job. Sometimes he wakes up screaming babbling about “the plagues”, when that happens he reaches for my chest, lies on me and holds his ear close to my heart, he says it calms him. I'm just glad he's back home with me, I don't know how or how long it will take but I'll help him put all his pieces back together, I love him, I can't stand seeing him like this.

When he left for spain, the fear of not knowing anything about his where abouts for almost a month was unbearable, then one day he shows up on your door. Beaten, bruised, tired, haggard and thinner than the last time you saw him, but alive, yes a few cuts and his shoulder bandaged but he was there. You couldn't help but run into his arms, he catches you in the air, and then both fell to the grass as you filled his face with kisses. The following days you took care of him, his nightmares were recurrent but your touch always managed to bring him back to the real world. The necklace you had given him before he left, a locket with his favorite picture of you and the phrase “Love, always” engraved on it, always in place, just like you did with yours, a small reminder of the love between you two.

05/06/2006

I said yes.

I can't believe it really happened. Seven years ago I dreamed it as I watched him clean the tables and today that dream came true. I know we are not perfect, I know Leon's line of work will keep him away from me more than I would like to, but I can't imagine my life with anyone else. I chose him long before I knew what would happen and even if I did back then I would do it all over again.

Leon recreated our first date, rented a cabin in Georgia, brought a blanket, a basket with candles, wine, glasses and strawberries. We sat under the stars and when I least expected it he got down on one knee in front of me, told me that I was the woman of his dreams, that he couldn't live without me even if he tried, that I was the only good thing in his crappy world, that all he thought about when he fought those B.O.W's was that he was making the world a little safer for me and that it didn't matter how many zombies he had to take down as long as he came home to me.

Of course I said yes. No matter what, he's the one.

You closed the diary, hugging it tightly, trying to push those memories into your heart again. Yes, things had been difficult, complex, sometimes the cost had been high, the tears, the anger and the loneliness had been more constant than you wanted to admit, but you wouldn't change any of it because somehow, the little piece of heaven seeing Leon's smile every time he came home, his scent enveloping your senses as he took you in his arms, was enough.

The sound of the door opening brought you back to reality.

“Hey honey, what you doing?” Leon said, putting down the bags he was carrying in his hands and walking towards you “I see someone got distracted and forgot to unpack” he laughed kissing you.

“You've no idea” you smiled intertwining your hands behind his neck, kissing him once more.

[trans-axolotl]

"One of the things about being born with genitals that challenge what is considered normal, is that no one ever tells you that there is anyone like you. You feel completely and utterly alone. Even today, young children are never put in touch with others who are going through the same thing. You are purposely isolated, your difference covered up — and it is horrible.

One day, I met with my writing teacher at her house. Next to my place at the table was a newsletter. Hermaphrodites with Attitude was written across the top. Upon seeing that word, which still had the power to terrify me, written so bold, so proud, I became suddenly unable to speak, even to breathe. Reading the text, I found my story in other people’s words. People I did not even know existed. It was as if my whole life had been lived to reach just this one moment. I took the newsletter home, and for days and days would pick it up in disbelief and hold it to my chest like a talisman.

And so it started, the strength that comes from finding those like you. The words that used to frighten me, make my skin crawl, like gender and hermaphrodite, roll off my tongue easier now. They are beginning to belong to me. I will never find the words of my six-year old self, and that is fitting. Today I have the reasoned and educated voice of a grown woman who knows harm when she sees it and is increasingly growing strong enough to name it and try to stop it. Saying this does not mean I am always brave, because I’m not. Speaking out as an intersexual, as a hermaphrodite, I go forward, but I also still retreat to protect myself. At one moment I may tell a friend my story, talk knowledgeably about it on the phone with a stranger. But then the subject comes up in a room full of people, and I speak in generalities, as if it were something that happens to other people. And I feel that silence between my legs, the place that sets me and my past apart from most other women. But I’m kind to myself when I can’t quite tell the whole truth, as all intersexuals should be. We have lifetimes of shame to overcome and, for most of us, this has been a secret that we have guarded with our lives and at great expense. Coming out as a hermaphrodite has its own precious timing. You can’t peel the chrysalis off a butterfly and expect it to survive any more than we can speak out, or even face our own truth, before we are ready.

If you are intersexed, listen to your heart — slowly you will emerge. It takes commitment and courage, it is frightening, but not nearly as frightening as that monster you created all those years out of your own sweet body. As you tell your story, and tell it again and again, a sort of transformation takes place. You start to speak for all intersex people who have ever lived and are yet to be born. Your intensely personal story drops into the background, and what comes forward is your story as myth, as a kind of transcendent truth. Try to love yourself enough to free your hermaphroditic voice, so we can all claim our lives, and the bodies we deserve to celebrate."

-Finding the Words, Martha Coventry, Chrysalis #12, 1998.

[ruggiesbiologicalfather]

i've been struck by inspiration

here's my ranking of twisted wonderland students by how likely i'd be to let them behind the wheel of a car. this is gonna be a long one bc i'm including explanations of course. (and i know that in-game it's rare to be able to drive, we're ignoring that and pretending it's common to drive around)

1. Leona: canonically, he can drive and drive well. i feel like this was an easy one. but it makes sense!

2. Vil: he just has so many random skills that i feel like driving would be no problem at all. honestly, there's not much that i think vil CAN'T do

3. Trey: everything about him screams Responsible Driver. he would definitely play chauffeur for heartslabyul whenever they need to go somewhere. AND he'd have snacks in the glove compartment. 10/10 ride

4. Jamil: he can absolutely drive well - near perfect i'd argue. what's the alternative? let KALIM drive? get real. it's his duty to get where he needs to go safely

5. Jack: the self-discipline that this boy possesses is unrivaled. he would be locked in behind the wheel. he spent so long becoming the best driver he can be and by god, he's gonna prove it

6. Deuce: LISTEN TO ME, LISTEN! he's really good on that blastcycle which is more dangerous and difficult (said as a former bike/atv guy). a car is nothing to him. plus he's on his Honor Student streak so he's trying his best. my only worry is speed. slow it down, friend

7. Epel: similar to deuce. farm kids learn to drive really early in their lives. HOWEVER... driving safely?? hmmmm... his biggest flaws are going too fast and whipping around curves when no one else is on the road

8. Riddle: he would definitely follow all the road rules. to the letter. every trip would take an extra 30 minutes to an hour. no music, windows up, silence. he won't even let YOU be on your phone lest he become distracted. also ROAD RAGE. interstate driving would get very scary

9. Ortho: fuck it, let the robot give it a shot

10. Azul: i feel like once he figured out the mechanics, he would be fine on the road. however, if he got pulled over he would definitely argue with the cop and get us both arrested. so... i'm gonna pass

11. Jade: yes, we're getting where we need to go. but... nefariously. and there's something in the trunk. i feel like he'd also randomly go "oops" just to freak out his passengers. "what do you mean OOPS?" "don't worry about it :)"

12. Ruggie: there's a wildness to my boy that drove his ranking down. he would definitely drive a jeep with the doors off. music blasting, wind whipping around everywhere. it would be a fairly safe drive but not a particularly enjoyable one. also i would fall out

13. Silver: i don't know, i feel like he would be chill. i put him low bc briar valley doesn't have cars so his driving education would be quite scarce and he'd be a new driver. but he could get the job done. probably

14. Sebek: similar to silver but he needs to relax. malleus is fine, we're just going to walmart

15. Ace: he just gives off the vibe of "16-year-old kid in the car his dad bought for him." never lets anyone merge, hits curbs, can never figure out the speed limit, etc, etc. even worse if deuce is in the car! "ace, watch out for the mailbox!" "don't tell me what to- *BANG*"

16. Cater: gay people can't drive

17. Rook: distracted driver. god forbid there's wildlife around, he would turn 180 in his seat to look at it. this Oh Shit Handle is getting some use. also i KNOW his car would be shit. i don't care that his family is rich, he's driving a 2003 hyundai sonata

18. Floyd: LISTEN! there's a 50/50 shot that everything goes perfectly fine. like as long as he's in a good mood, he can get the job done. you definitely just have to check in before you buckle up. get ready to tuck and roll

19. Malleus: what is a car?

20. Idia: there's so much anxiety there i feel like one thing would go slightly left and he'd almost pass out. he's white-knuckling the wheel, praying that no one else is on the road. it's alright buddy, you can be a passenger princess

21. Kalim: No.

22. Grim + Yuu: okay, for this one it's a joint effort. yuu at the wheel and grim on the pedals. there's so much chaos and screaming. four-way stops don't exist. yellow lights are green and red lights are yellow. the horn has not stopped honking since the engine started. this is an emergency situation ONLY. like someone is bleeding out in the backseat and no one is answering their phones

23. Lilia: absolutely not. i will walk

[jellojellyfish20]

Chapter 1

the beginning to an end

"{name}! my little darling its time to wake up!" a women in her late 30's said brushing the hair out of her 12 year old's face. "momma" {named} whine. "oh hush we have an exciting day planned my sweet come on up up" the mom exclaimed excitedly. indeed it was an exciting day, a kids dream day, staying out of school, getting to eat all the junk food you wanted. going to the park then the aquarium, then the movies. no kid would be none the wiser that bad news was coming. why would they worry? they just had the best day of their life. no bad news could ruin that. but it did, even if momma didn't want it too. "what do you mean your sick? you'll get better right?" {name} asked worried. "I'm afraid its too late my dear." she said brushing you hair out your eyes. "I'm going for a walk. " you said slamming your hands down on the table and running out the house. "{name}!" your mom called worriedly. but you ran to far to hear her, you were quiet walking along the dirt road, kicking up rocks as you did so. "seems like someone is having a rough day" said a gruff voice. you turned to see a stranger behind you. you stayed quiet studying the man Infront of you.

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"what not going to say anything how rude" the man laughed. you stayed quiet. "mmm your a tough one aren't you?" he chuckled, "your momma raised you right." he said that gained a reaction. you narrowed your eyes at him. " momma's the best." you said. "yea~ to bad about that sickness in her body" he said. you huffed ready to walk away from him. "what if i told you i could talk all that sickness away? for a price?" the man said smirking as he saw you freeze. "you magic? " you asked. "smart kid, arent cha?" he drawled and walked up to you. "what do you want?" you asked. "Ah straight to the point. simple kid, you become a justice bringer for me.~ you catch bad people and bring their souls to me. in return i make your mommy all healthy again." he said showing off all his teeth in a creepy smile. "i do this and you make momma better?" you asked raising a brow. "i swear it. " he said putting his right hand over his heart and raising his left as in promise. you thought for a moment looking at the man and thinking of you mom. "then its a deal" you said holding your hand to the man. then man chuckled shaking your hand before bursting into fits of laughter and disappearing right in front of your eyes.

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you entered your home quietly seeing you mom sleeping at the dinning room table. you gently shook her awake. "momma im sorry for running off but lets get you in bed. " you said, you mom woke up with a jolt but calmed her self seeing it was you. she followed you to her room as you helped her into bed. "dont worry momma i have hope. youll be better before you know it and we wont worry about your nasty sickness ever again." you said to her. she smiled at you softly. brushing your hair off your face for the last time. "sleep with me?" she asked. "of course mommy" you said getting to bed behind her and hugging her tight. "see you tomorrow" you said. "see you tomorrow love" she said softly before going to sleep. you followed right after. that night was the last night you spoke to you mom and saw her. for the the morning you woke up it seemed the world knew what had been lost, and seemed to cry for the loss of you mom. you cried as well, screaming and cursing at the man for lying to you, screaming at your self for believing a stranger. you called the police after an hour off mourning, they didn't show up till another hour. downside of living on the outskirts of Gotham. you watched as the wheeled away your moms body. a police officer named Gordon stayed beside you. he talked to you but you weren't listening. 'what was going to happen to you now? you had no other family other than you mom.' the police man Gordon took you too his police department. he was trying to figure out if you had other family members to rely on, wasn't till 45 mins later. Gordon informed you had a father. a dad? you had a dad? but you didn't hold on to much hope, if you had a dad. why wasn't he with you and mom? when it came time for your father to come pick you up. he didn't have the decency to show up himself. a butler named Alfred did. you decided that you liked Alfred more then you father. when you did show up to your new "home". that when you met him, Bruce Wayne your father. your mom said to never trust a rich man and you didn't. he didn't give you a reason to he brushed you off. that left you with Alfred who showed you the whole house. and your new room.

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You didn't sleep well your first night in the manor, or any other night and didn't realize things were about to get worse over the years.

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[astrolook]

Your Birth Chart : The Cosmic GPS of Your Life.

It’s like your zodiac sign, but with a lot more feelings and less meme potential.

Forgot to tell you that even though I do birth chart readings on both Western and Vedic astrology, I prefer Vedic astrology more as my grandfather is a professional vedic astrologer for 30 years. I used to sit with him and watch him do readings for others whenever I visit him. Hello is 87 now and doesn't do readings anymore. I got his notes and it helped me greatly in the past 6 years.

Lemme me walk you through what you can learn from these 12 houses. If you wanted a complete reading or any other readings that I listed on my pinned post, just leave me a message.

House 1 : Welcome to your personal reality show—where you’re the star, the drama, and the plot twist!

Your "Hello, world!" moment. It's where your true self struts onto the stage, whether you're ready or not. It's the place that says, "This is me, deal with it!" And if you’re ever wondering how people see you? This house is your answer, no filter. This is your ascendant too.

House 2 : Where your self-worth meets your shopping cart—hope you’ve got a coupon!

House 2 is your personal treasure chest—money, possessions, and all the stuff you think defines you. It's where your relationship with your bank account, your snacks, and your comfy socks lives. Basically, it’s the house that says, "I’m worth it," and also, "But can I afford that?"

House 3: The Sibling Saga & Chatty Hour - Where gossip meets the road, and your brain decides to overthink EVERYTHING!

House 3 in astrology is basically the spot in your birth chart where all the “I’m just trying to have a conversation” moments happen. It’s ruled by Gemini and is the domain of communication, learning, and short trips—so if you’re wondering why you can’t stop texting your best friend at 3 AM or taking random detours on your way to work, House 3 has you covered.

House 3 is your brain's best (and most chaotic) playground. It’s also the house of short-term learning, so if you’re ever in the middle of a random Google rabbit hole, House 3 is the culprit, encouraging your brain to soak in everything from useless trivia to “who really invented the potato chip” debates.

In short, it’s the house where your inner chatterbox lives, loves, and sometimes gets stuck on repeat.

House 4: Where your roots are buried… along with your childhood trauma and that one dusty old sweater!

the cozy little nook of the zodiac where everything feels like home—whether it’s a warm hug or a crazy family reunion you didn’t RSVP for. Ruled by Cancer, house 4 is here to make sure you never forget that emotional baggage is always just a basement away.

House 5: The Drama Queen & Funhouse - Where your inner child throws a tantrum… or starts a talent show!

The house of fun, creativity, and—let’s be real—drama. Ruled by Leo, this is the cosmic playground where your inner performer, artist, and party animal live in perfect harmony. It’s where you go to express yourself, whether that means blasting your favorite song and dancing around the house or making your friends watch your latest TikTok masterpiece. Totally casual.

This house is also the domain of romance and pleasure, so it’s where all your crushes get way too much attention, and where every date feels like the season finale of a reality show. It's where you shine, baby—whether you're on a stage, in the spotlight, or just wearing a ridiculously fabulous outfit to the grocery store.

House 5 is also the place for children, your inner child and so on. Ready for your next adventure? Grab some popcorn, because this house is always ready for a show!

House 6: The "I Need a Nap and a Salad" Zone - Where productivity meets exhaustion, and your inner Virgo becomes the office manager of your life!

The house of work, health, and routines. It’s ruled by Virgo, so if you find yourself obsessing over every tiny detail of your daily life—whether it’s your diet, your work schedule, or whether your socks are perfectly matched—House 6 has got you covered. This is where you turn into a tiny, stressed-out robot who lives on coffee and occasionally remembers to stretch (but only after your back hurts).

House 6 is all about getting things done (or at least pretending you’re getting things done). It’s the zone where you manage your day-to-day tasks, juggle responsibilities like a circus performer, and try not to spiral into a mini existential crisis about how you still haven’t taken that 5-minute walk your fitness tracker recommended.

It’s also the house that deals with health, so it’s like your personal doctor, nutritionist, and gym coach all rolled into one—except you may not listen to any of them. There’s also a little “nervous energy” vibe here, so if you find yourself reorganizing your entire closet to avoid confronting your to-do list, yep, you guessed it, that’s House 6 in action.

House 7: The Relationship Rollercoaster - Where 'we need to talk' happens… about everything.

House 7 is all about partnerships, whether that’s romantic, business, or that friend who’s always late to everything. Ruled by Libra, it’s where you seek balance, harmony, and—let’s be real—sometimes, a little drama.

From marriage to bestie bonds, this house is where you sign contracts, have deep convos, and occasionally argue over who left the dishes out. It’s the "mirror" of your life, reflecting what you need (or think you need) in others. Time to pair up!

House 8: The Shady Transformation Zone - Where your secrets, taxes, and weirdest fantasies meet in the dark.

House 8 is the house of transformation, shared resources, and all the things you’d rather not talk about at family gatherings—like your finances, intimacy, or that one "crazy" ex who still wants to know how you’re doing.

Ruled by Scorpio, it’s where you dig into the depths of life, confront your fears, and, let’s face it, probably do some questionable stuff just to feel “alive.” Need a makeover? House 8’s got you. Just… don’t ask where the skeletons are hidden.

House 9: The Adventure Time Zone - Where your wanderlust, philosophy, and Google searches for 'how to get a PhD in 10 days' collide.

House 9 is all about expanding your mind, seeking truth, and hopping on a plane to somewhere you can’t pronounce. Ruled by Sagittarius, this house fuels your love for travel, higher education, and big-picture thinking. It’s where you get super philosophical at 3 AM or book a spontaneous trip to Bali after watching one YouTube video.

Dream big, travel far, and occasionally forget where you parked your car while contemplating the meaning of life. Who needs direction when you have House 9's wisdom... and a passport?

House 10: The "Look at Me Now!" Zone - Where your career, reputation, and obsession with Instagram followers collide!

House 10 is all about your public image, ambitions, and how you climb the metaphorical (or literal) ladder of success. Ruled by Capricorn, this is the place where you think about your legacy—so, no pressure. It’s where you put on your “I’ve got it all together” face, whether you're leading a meeting or pretending to know how to use Excel. Dream big, because House 10 is where you’re destined to shine—if you can just figure out how to make it happen without burning out. Work hard, play hard… but mostly work hard.

House 11: The "Squad Goals" & Dream Team - Where your weirdest friends, group chats, and life plans to take over the world live.

House 11 is all about friendships, social circles, and big dreams—basically, the place where your “hype squad” gathers to discuss how you’re going to revolutionize the world with memes. Ruled by Aquarius, it’s where you seek belonging and come up with those grand, slightly questionable ideas, like starting a podcast about your cat’s philosophical views or forming a band… with only two members.

This house is the cosmic hangout spot, so if you’re always texting your crew about your next spontaneous group adventure, House 11 is like, “Yep, we got this.” Just make sure your crew doesn’t get too weird, or, well, you might end up starting a cult.

House 12: The Cosmic Underworld - Where your secrets, self-sabotage, and unresolved issues go to throw a party.

House 12 is the house of the subconscious, hidden things, and stuff you really don’t want to deal with—like your existential dread, past life drama, and the weird dreams you wake up from, wondering if you’re secretly a superhero.

Ruled by Pisces, this house is where you process all the stuff you’ve been avoiding. It's a bit of a cosmic junk drawer, full of mystery, spirituality, and oops, did I really just do that? moments. It’s your personal therapy session, except you might accidentally cry in public about something totally random. House 12 is where you go to confront your inner mess—just don’t be surprised if you need a nap after.

Curious about your birth chart and what it's really saying about you? 🌟 Slide into my DMs for a personalized astrology reading, and let's unlock the secrets of your stars. ✨ Don’t forget to check out my pinned post for pricing details! 🔮 Let’s make those cosmic connections happen! 🌙🌌

[deesseshesca]

PAC: What would your broken heart feel about your nuptial union ? (18+)

PILE 3 

SONG : Georgia on My mind - Ray Charles

2 wands, World, 3 cups (reverse), Emperor (reverse) 

Y’all ate your 12 red grapes under the table this year. 

The reading is you take down your wedding day hairstyle while your husband is setting up the room (whatever that means …) and you look at the mirror, there's a flash of your older self. 

(You are caressing your wedding ring.) 

I was pissed when they brought him back into my life again. When I ate the 12 red grapes we had just broken up … I know I am the one who decided to end things because I could not handle the purity of his love. Yes I know it was probably a very bitchy move to eat the grape under the table but I thought that maybe with someone else I would be able to open my heart more easily. I was so scared to break him. I’ve been broken so many times before. I did not want to be the reason that turn him into an helpless in love like the loser that I am. Maybe it is the red string theory or maybe it is the karma because I try to play in the Universe face but here I am proudly married to my first and last love. Is all thanks to him. He came back into my life, while I was starting to date around (tears of disappointment are making their way on your cheeks. You are so disappointed that you almost fall into an old cycle because you could not handle the goodness of his love) again. Can’t believe  I told him to wait his turn. Can't believe I told him that he was not  the only one. Can't believe I told him that it will pass. People always love me before I become too much and other times I destroy it  myself before it can destroy me. In all seriousness, I think I first ran away because I was scared of the pain that was going to come when it would all fell apart, like it usually does. How fucked of me to think so lowly of our union at first ? My sweet boy used to text me when drunk just to tell me how much loved me. How much he loved my brown skin, my curly hair and my curves and if he could he would ditch his boys and come hug me or just stare at me but he knows I need space and space is essential in a relationship. My sweet boy would ask anybody walking our way to take a picture of both of us so that if anything happens to him, he will not just remember to love me, but seeing both of us will show us how deeply he cared for me. My sweet boy has a parent with dementia which scar him, so he can't seem to go a day without writing me a letter, taking a picture or telling me ‘’I love u’’ . His words : ‘’ I will never forget to love you. You hear me ( your name), I will  forget how to breathe before I forget you’’. My sensitive baby is always so emotional. Never afraid of letting the tears flow. Always expressing to anyone who wants to hear him how much he loves me even when  the conversation has nothing to do with me ( ME: lol). It was so hard to make my way back into his family and friend group which I understood when I saw him again. He lost weight, he had such huge under eye bags and yet he called my name with much sweetness. I heard from  the grapevine, he drank so much more trying to make it hurt less and his friend would hide his phone because he would try to text me and call me. Which would end up with him sobbing (not u trying to keep it in… Is ok baby …). One day, I allowed him back. He asks for a hug, pleads for it,  promising that after that he would forever leave me alone. If that's what I wanted. I hugged him, cried, he cried, holding on strongly to me while comforting me and I promise myself to never ever let go again. 

(HIM: BABE … BABE … you can come out … I have a surprise for you. You can't answer because you are still crying and you don't want him to worry. HIM : (he knocks) Babe are u ok ? Can I enter ? Talk to me … baby ..; You open the door mascara running) 

Couple days before you let him see you again, you're going to make out with another boy. Claiming you are ready for something new. When the boy will try to make a move on your inner thigh, you will panic. I even think that you will kiss him, a loud voice in your mind will remind you how wrong it is. Also you are an amazing kisser but babe this is a very poor performance … I feel bad for the dude making out with you. Too much lips (is that even possible) and too much tongue. 

Your future husband loves kissing your whole body as a form of foreplay. Love caressing you, always checking up on you while sharing the intimate moment with you. Even when his inside you and your eyes are close, he makes sure that you feel good. He always checks your mannerism to make sure he isn't hurting you. Y’all dirty talking is more like love making affirmation. Is it not dirty or degrading, still very sexy but is more emotional than vulgar. 

Y’all were raised in different ways. You both have similar financial background but different parenthood. When I channel him, everything around him is orange and yellow. I can clearly see his friend and I can feel the love of his parents. There's a warmth that radiates from him. Also he grew up seeing his parents very much in love. The fact that their love survives the illness of one of them is like an ultimate confirmation that he wants the same for himself. He always wanted marriage, the house, kids and dogs, let's not forget the close group of friends. It will not surprise me if in one of his graduation speeches he commented, only really caring  about finding a wife. On your side is a light cold blue. Maybe your childhood bedroom was painted blue. The house is cold, so you may enjoy staying by yourself. Side note : U is very pretty. I know you may be tired of hearing that but babe your beauty is too strong for me to just move on. Actually for anyone to move on. Anyways back on track, your parents were never home busy with their career. Like you grew up on your own, no noise, lonely silence. Still very financially stable. Is not like they're working to keep a roof over your head. I think they told you multiple times in some way shape or form  that their career is more important than you. 

[kenjakusbrainstem]

Examination (Kenjaku x Reader)

Contains: Medical kink, gynecology exam gone sexual, vaginal fingering, Kenjaku as a doctor, dubious consent.

Hello~ Day 12 of kinktober was Medical play, and I have this running fantasy for a few years that goes along this similar vein. Though I've subbed Kenjaku in for the character I normally imagine in this scenario, it's surprisingly fitting for him, don't you think? Crossposted to Ao3 under the same name and shared to twt at kenjakusbrain, comment or reblog if you have anything to say!

You felt uncomfortable as you sat in the examination room. It had been some time since you had visited a gynecologist, as sexual health wasn’t quite at the top of your concern list. It had been some time since you last had a sexual partner, and even then it wasn’t something you looked forward to. That was, in part, the reason for your visit. You had some questions that you wanted to ask, just to make sure there wasn’t something wrong with you.

Along with also being new in the area and going to a new doctor, you wanted to start completely over with this move. Part of that involved making sure you were healthy, so getting back into the yearly exam was just another part of your to do list. 

It had been about ten minutes since the nurse had excused herself to allow you to undress and go alert the doctor. The gown you put on made you feel exposed, as you had trouble closing it in the back, leaving a chill to take over your body. You glanced around the room anxiously, hoping that you’d have the courage to ask your questions in a succinct manner. 

The sound of the door opening made you jump. You turned to greet the doctor but your voice caught in your throat. He looked very different than you had expected, though you weren’t entirely sure what you expected from a doctor you had known nothing about. 

The man was tall, his long dark hair pulled out of his face into a bun but the majority of it still cascaded down his back. His button up shirt looked like it was almost too tight for him, the lab coat he wore over it doing very little to conceal his bulky frame. You almost missed the small line on his forehead, choosing to ignore it as it wasn’t your place to ask about a wound on a doctor, but somehow it seemed to add to his features in such a way that made him more handsome. This doctor was easily the most attractive man you’d ever seen outside of television.

“Nice to meet you, my name is Doctor Kamo, but my patients usually refer to me as Kenjaku. I will be conducting your exam today. Is there any specific reason for your visit?” The doctor, Kenjaku, asked, it seemed he was more of a straight to business man instead of the kind that apologizes for making you wait so long. You didn’t mind though, somehow you were both reassured by his presence and made self conscious by his appearance. 

The thought of having someone this attractive touch you, wasn’t something you were ready for. Gathering your wits about you, you let out a breath you hadn’t known you were holding.

“N-not really, I’m mostly just here for an annual exam,” You forced the words out, suddenly too afraid to ask the other questions that had brought you here. Perhaps you could find another doctor to go to with those questions, some old woman that didn’t make you feel strange.

Kenjaku observed you as he began to get ready, washing his hands and putting on some gloves while studying your medical records that had been pulled up on the computer in the room.

“‘Mostly’ sounds like you have other things to say, I won’t press you, but I can’t look for things I’m unaware of,” Kenjaku said as he sat down in front of you. His words weren’t too cold, but they offered little comfort beyond not being forced to answer questions. “Your chart mentions that you aren’t sexually active, is that a choice or is that the nature of the question you don’t have?”

You blinked at the doctor, it surprised you to be read so easily. You know you mentioned that when filling out your paperwork, but you hadn’t expected it to be brought up. Especially not in this way, he mentioned not pressing, but immediately moved into asking more invasive questions. Still Kenjaku’s tone was nothing but clinical, it was his job to make sense of things like this. You probably weren’t the only person he had to pull answers out of. 

“I’ve had sex before but it just seems like there isn’t a point to it,” You answered honestly. You were interested in sex, you just didn’t understand what was so enjoyable. There was no urge to have children, all of your previous partners made sex feel like you were there for them to use and move along from. It felt more like something you did for someone else and less like something you felt pleasure in.

Kenjaku nodded, observing you more as you spoke. You felt that somehow he was reading between the things you were saying, not that you’d even said much. It was the way he stared at you, like you were to be studied and not helped.

“Interesting, low sex drive or something else? Low drive can be normal with other factors, if that is the issue. You’re a little too young for some things that can lead to difficulties with sex, have you had any problems that I should look for in my exam?” Kenjaku looked into your eyes as he spoke, his questions making your stomach turn with anxiety.

The question you had intended to ask floated to the forefront of your mind, a faint blush appearing on your cheeks. Averting your eyes you studied the wall behind him for a moment. What was the worst thing that could happen? If you got too embarrassed you could just never come back here. 

He seemed like a thorough doctor, even if he were a bit eccentric, he probably could help you in some way. At the very least he could make sure there was nothing inherently wrong with you for the issues you’d been having.

“Well, and please don’t laugh, I don’t have sex because I can’t reach orgasm. Partners have tried and it usually just turns into me faking a reaction and waiting for them to finish. So I gave up, it’s too much of a hassle to try and keep up appearances and no one wants a woman that doesn’t put out,” You explained, looking down in shame. You knew it wasn’t an intentional failing, but you couldn’t help but feel like there had to be something wrong with you.

Kenjaku didn’t laugh, but you could see a glimmer in his eye that made your stomach drop. 

“That is more common than you realize. If you don’t have anything else I should know about, please place your feet in the stirrups,” Kenjaku’s acknowledgement felt like it should have been reassuring, but it wasn’t somehow. It was hard for you to find comfort from a man as attractive as him knowing what was about to happen. 

The smile that was plastered on Kenjaku’s face felt like it should have been genuine, but there was something off. Even ignoring the strange stitching on his forehead, his handsome features didn’t show anything suspicious.

Doing as you were told you placed your bare feet in the hooks at the end of the bed, adjusting your position. The gown covered you in a way that allowed you to only see the top of Kenjaku’s head, the dark bun in his hair and the stitches you were fixated on. It was probably better that way, the last thing you needed to see was his face as he examined you.

The cold air against your pussy made you shiver, goosebumps forming on your arms in response. Even colder were the gloved hands Kenjaku touched your labia with. The fingers hadn’t startled you, but much to your embarrassment you did feel yourself clench around nothing as he examined you from the outside.

The doctor was being thorough, perhaps too thorough, but it had been so long since you’d done one of these exams you weren’t quite sure what was called for. Kenjaku seemed clinical enough, fingers not lingering, the touch wasn’t sensual at all. 

“Things seem to be normal, even your self lubrication seems to be adequate for sexual intercourse. Now hold still, this may pinch a little,” Kenjaku said matter of factly. You watched the bun on top of his head disappear as he leaned back to grab a tool off of the tray he had nearby. 

Other than the spoken warning, he didn’t hesitate inserting the speculum inside of you. It was cold, filling you up and spreading you open for him. A small pained noise left your throat, though you did try to keep quiet. You thought you could hear a small chuckle, but it was so quiet you doubted it had even happened.

There was a pause, Kenjaku hadn’t moved and you were trying to avoid squirming, hoping your discomfort wasn’t too obvious. You felt a gloved hand rest on the apex of your thigh, as if to hold you still. Though his hands had felt cold at first, now they felt warm on your skin even through the latex. It was almost comforting.

The sound of paper tearing brought you back to paying attention. You wondered what it could be, until you felt the discomfort of having a cotton swab shoved inside of you. Once it had been removed you waited for the speculum to be removed too, but nothing happened. You wondered if he was going to swab for something else, or look for something else inside of you perhaps.

Before your thought could fully form, you felt his thumb on your clit, not stimulating, just resting there. You froze, unsure if he was just being thorough or if something strange was happening.

“I’m going to run some extra tests. Everything seems in line, you don’t seem to be missing anything in the areas most sensitive, you should be able to achieve orgasm. So long as you have a competent partner,” Kenjaku’s voice retained the same clinical tone he had been using thus far. 

He didn’t give you a chance to respond before his thumb began moving in slow circles around your clit. Your hand flew to your mouth, covering it to prevent any sounds from coming out. You couldn’t deny that it felt nice, the latex felt even more foreign than his hand. 

Kenjaku watched as you clenched around the speculum that still held you open. The stimulation was so sudden and unexpected, you didn’t know what to do. When you were mulling over asking about orgasming, this had never occurred to you. 

As quickly as it entered you, Kenjaku disengaged and removed the speculum from your body. You could feel yourself clenching around nothing, glad that it was gone but almost missing the fullness. 

The speed of Kenjaku’s thumb on your clit increased, the sensitive bud very receptive to his touch. It felt like electricity shooting through you, the pleasure was indescribable. You had never spent much time trying anything other than penetrative sex, so this was completely new to you. It hadn’t occurred to you to try something like this for yourself, choosing to assume all sex was the same.

Part of you wanted to express that thought to Kenjaku, that it was just something you had been unaware of and there was no need to continue. What stopped you was the feeling of two thick, gloved fingers entering your tight hole.

It didn’t hurt, especially since he had just removed a tool meant to spread you open, but it did feel big. Kenjaku’s hands were large, something you hadn’t noticed until his fingers were buried inside of you. Instead of thrusting as you had expected, they prodded about, as if he were searching for something. 

You opened your mouth to speak, to tell him that he didn’t need to do this, but your words caught in your throat as his fingers brushed up against a bundle of nerves inside you. Hand clamping back over your mouth, you bit into your fingers, using all of your focus to keep the sounds in. 

Kenjaku didn’t pull his fingers out after making his discovery, choosing instead to rub against the spot inside of you, making your thighs shake. You could feel just how wet you were getting, the squishing sound of his fingers in your pussy the only thing that filled the room other than the ones you made.

“It seems like you shouldn’t have trouble reaching orgasm now. The only trouble you’d had was just not having an attentive partner, don’t worry though, I’ll make sure to guide you through this one,” Kenjaku said, his clinical voice somehow had become arousing to you. You weren’t sure if it was just the state he had you in or if he had intended to have this affect on you.

A whine left your lips as his hand left your clit, desperate for the attention he’d been giving you. The hand instead pushed up your gown, making it so he could see your face.

You also now could see Kenjaku, nestled between your thighs with his fingers buried inside of you. Never had you thought you’d have a man so handsome like this. Even if you were just another exam to him, you knew you’d never forget the sight of him like this.

Kenjaku winked at you before lowering his face, tongue teasingly licking at your sensitive clit. You had to bite harder into your hand to keep your sounds in. Everything already felt too overwhelming, but his warm tongue lavishing your clit with attention was beyond anything you thought a person could feel.

The sight of him sucking at your clit was something you wanted burned into your mind. A strand of dark hair loose, tickling the strangely attractive stitches on his face. Kenjaku’s eyes, staring up and into yours as he took your clit fully into his mouth and sucked. It was too much, you wanted to look away but his eyes held you still somehow.

His fingers hadn’t stopped rubbing the sensitive spot inside of you, they had moved onto pressing against it. Hand shallowly thrusting directly into the nerves, making your body quiver.

You couldn’t take it any longer, feeling something snap inside of you. Kenjaku didn’t relent as you felt your body overcome with more pleasure than you thought possible. It was as if you were drowning in the way he made you feel, his hands and mouth forcing you to experience something so intense.

As he pulled his fingers from you, you could feel yourself dripping. Kenjaku had made more of a mess of you than you ever could have expected. He sat up slowly, chin glistening with evidence of your first orgasm all over it.

“See? If you tell the doctor what you need, they may be able to fix it for you. Do you feel educated now? Or do I need to have you back for another appointment, just to make sure you’re able to achieve repeat results at home,” Kenjaku’s words were a jumbled mess to you. 

Nodding, you hoped he would be willing to see you again. There was no way you would ever pass up the chance to experience something like this again.

[zibiscusinfandoms]

Aight so you guys enjoy reading show-only opinions, then I shall be giving my opinions on characters as a show-only who just watched the season finale.

Percy- my boy, he has never done anything wrong in his whole entire life, a hero fr.

Annabeth- i actually love her, she has shown the most growth out of everyone.

Grover- is a 20 year old hanging out with kids (is he 12 in satyr years?) He's cute. I think he should have a flower crown he would look magical.

Sally- literal queen. I love her relationship with Percy sm.

Poseidon- he should go back to his family and they should live happily ever after. Sally makes even pancakes blue like my dude HOW ELSE IS SHE SUPPOSED TO SHOW YOU THAT YOU SHOULD GO LIVE WITH THEM.

Zeus- i'm so angry that the actor portrayed him as someone scary and unhinged bc I was so ready to trash on him. (I'm not actually angry it was 👌🏻) Anyway he's a loser.

Hades- he's actually the only brother who is not a loser because he's the only one who doesn't have a halfblood child because he has SELF CONTROL UNLIKE SOME CERTAIN PEOPLE and also he loves his wife Persephone. <3 Seems like a reasonably unproblematic dude and he offered snacks.

Hermes- he is ✨beyond space and time✨ and they make him a delivery guy lol. Good job for caring for every single child you have and the unclaimed children.

Luke- I TRUSTED YOU. WE ALL TRUSTED YOU. Thinks Kronos will be better than Hermes when he ATE HIS CHILDREN- someone really needed to talk to him about that.

Diomedes- instant favorite, delivered the funniest scene in the whole season with Percy.

Who else is there? Uh-

Clarisse- she did nothing except for bullying my boy so she can go and reflect on herself in a room.

Ares- rude as heck. Invites 3 children to his table and doesn't offer them one single hamburger when he has a dozen, AND his hobby is to be insufferable on Twitter. Good thing Percy gave him a reality check.

[uhohbestie]

TAMN Outline

Since we're so close to the end of TAMN, I just wanted to share what Lock and my outline looks like, especially because neither of us ever used outlines for writing fic before this LOL

The only reason we have one for TAMN is because we were determined to finish this thing within a year of starting it and really wanted to post a chapter a week. Realistically, between work and irl and different timezones, there was no WAY we'd be able to keep up with a weekly posting schedule OR our self-imposed deadline if we were writing on the fly, so an outline was a good way to keep us on track.

(Details under the cut 'cause this got long af lmao)

SO FIRST OF ALL. We have quick chapter markers to refer to just to keep track of where we're at. The obvious ones are as follows:

🐈 Scar POV Chapters 🦜 Grian POV Chapters 🧟‍♂️ Some sort of significant zombie encounter that chapter 💦 Smut

I took this screenshot a WHILE back so Chapter 12 was actually split into 2 chapters, as was Chapter 14. So while the two emojis in Chapter 14 were meant to signify both Scar and Grian's POVs in that chapter, we ultimately just split it into a separate Scar chapter and a separate Grian chapter.

As for the other markers, this is what they mean at a glance:

✔️ Chapter is written ✔️✔️ Chapter has been edited by one person ✅ Chapter edited by both of us; Ready to Post 💯 Chapter has been posted to AO3

The last one isn't in the screenshot above, but is another one we use. And, ofc, if it doesn't have any of those markers beside it, it means the chapter hasn't been written yet.

Other than that, every chapter heading has not only the chapter number, but a reminder of where Scarian are, the time of day that chapter starts at, and how long of a walk/drive to their next destination remains. Plus, the very first point is always the current date and the weather (in Celsius 🍁) for the day. It looks something like this:

For a short chapter like Ch. 6 where not too much happens, the outline is just a handful of points. Also, we put a strike through things we skipped as we wrote when we felt they no longer fit the mood we were going for. (Basically, the outline is here as a guide and we adjust as needed for full creative freedom.)

Now the LINKS at the bottom lead to ANOTHER document where Lock and I's original conversations are sorted, in case we need to reference back to something we don't remember. That looks like something like this:

So when you click the link, there's a pop up that will take you directly to the original conversation about it located in another doc.

Basically, Lock and I had talked about TAMN for months before every writing it, so when I suggested making an outline, Lock was like "yeah, we basically have a skeleton already with how much we've talked about it". So what we did was, I copy-pasted EVERY conversation we had about TAMN into a Google Doc, and then Lock went through and SUMMARISED EVERYTHING in each conversation into The Main Points. After that, I went and put them into chronological order in a new doc which then became the outline we use today! 💫

Thus, when you click on a link from the outline, you get taken to the conversation summary, and if you scroll down past the summary you get to the actual conversation itself, minus our usernames/formatting/timestamps to make it easier to read at a glance:

And then, ofc, the further along we got in the fic, the more complicated the plot and the chapters got. So instead of short and sweet outlines with a link or two to old conversations, we had to come up with a lot of in between events that still somehow added to the plot and moved the story along to the main points we wanted to hit.

This was actually what took me the longest during outlining, and poor Lock kept going "JUST LEAVE IT BLANK, WE'LL FIGURE IT OUT AS WE GO" but I really wanted to have SOMETHING down just to give us a springboard to launch off of, because we had no idea if we'd have time WHILE writing to come up with anything.

(This continues on for more pages since we combined two chapters into one here, but this is the gist of what the outlines turned into per chapter as we got later and later in the fic LOL)

Turned out to be the right call, because it's saved our asses more than once when on a time-crunch! That said, there were a couple chapters where we DID in fact go "idk about what's in the outline, what if we do this instead?" and then do that because it Felt Right. So again, the outline was super helpful but not a hard and fast rule. (Though Lock and I had our fair share of "WHY DIDN'T YOU WRITE WHAT WAS IN THE OUTLINE"/"I FORGOR" moments that have been fun every step of the way 😂)

AAAND, I THINK THAT'S IT! THAT'S OUR OUTLINE! 🎉

Just wanted to make a post for it to document because it was such a novel experience, hahaha! Like I said earlier, neither Lock nor I ever used outlines before, even when writing fics together for other fandoms :')

I've got two completed longfics under my belt from before TAMN in my last fandom and I wrote those completely on the fly as well. Worked out just fine, but like. It took me 2-4 YEARS to finish the fics, and they were both MUCH shorter than TAMN is. 😅 Nothing wrong with that obviously, but it was a lot of fun to try something new and it felt incredible to be able to have a new chapter ready to go each week! ;w; 💜

We're almost done writing the fic and honestly idk what we're gonna do with all this free time once we've wrapped it up... time to come up with a new longfic ig LMAO

IF YOU MADE IT THIS FAR, HOORAY! 🎊

Here's a little bonus for you--

From the time I went to a gun range and shot both a rifle (near the head) and a shotgun (the spray by the stomach) and took notes so that we could use it in our fic JHGFDSKJHDF THE CRAZY RESEARCH WE'VE BOTH DONE FOR TAMN I STG 😂😂😂😂😂

[stitchzin]

Sasuke The Demisexual King

I was a bit apprehensive about making this post because English is not my native language. So, apologies in advance. But thank you @kirinlady for the comment.

First of all, being demisexual has nothing to do with being gay or straight; you can be either. Another point is that you can have your headcanon; you are free to do so. But I am focusing on the canon line Kishimoto intended, which was SasuSaku from the start, according to the databooks and the novels.

There is A LOT OF CONTEXT SO GET READY.

Let's start!

In the first part of the Naruto series, Sasuke is very touch-deprived, traumatized by his family's murder by his brother, living in the house where they were killed, and self-isolating. A more correct way to describe it is to say he is touch-starved. Lack of physical touch can lead to feelings of emptiness and loneliness.

Sasuke had been without care for so long that being touched in a non-aggressive way might have given him sensory overload.

It's important to discuss these points when it comes to Sasuke's story. Naruto was also touch-deprived, but he externalized it, while Sasuke internalized it. This context aside:

A good part of the reason why people think Sasuke is gay is because he repels the touch of women and rejects flirtations from many girls. Sasuke doesn't need to feel anything towards these people, no matter their intentions. A man rejecting a girl does not make him gay, just as a girl rejecting a guy does not make her a lesbian. People have the right to their own bodies. It doesn't matter if you or many people would act differently; Sasuke is not that guy.

As I said, you can have your headcanon, but even fictional characters are people. Doubting someone's sexuality just because they don't follow a pattern says more about people in real life than about the character.

A good example is Gaara, who is clearly asexual with clear romantic feelings towards Naruto. I can see that in him more than in Sasuke. But this is my headcanon. I said Asexual no Aromantic.

Back in the series, Sasuke eventually gets more comfortable with Team 7. Kakashi respects his boundaries, Naruto is not the hugging type with him, but Sakura is another story. He can not avoid her like all the girls.

But this time is different. He sees her maturing, becoming a friend to him, and like a sister to Naruto. And this is the part where Sasuke starts to change. Seeing Sakura and Naruto's interactions makes him angry, maybe jealous. Sakura's attention was entirely his, but now it isn't, though a lot of it still is for him.

And this healthy distance makes him realize he misses her, maybe even wants her close. This brings us to the second part of being touch-deprived: What do you do when someone touches you? Mostly, he stands there or keeps his arms still. But he is not annoyed or pushing her away. He could, but he just doesn't want to.

She has such power over him that she can stop him even while he is controlled by Orochimaru's seal. He reaches for her while in pain, he gets mad when she is hurt. We all love the phase "who did this to you". He remembers her hug when he is losing control. She is that light.

They are kids at this point, but I really think he had feelings already. He wanted to protect her as a friend, and as something he did not understand. Lets not mention the blant Jealousy at adate ( =I think that's his name", and feeling powerless when Naruto saves her instead of him. But he had no time to figure out his feelings before being manipulated by Orochimaru's machinations to leave.

Even when he left, Sasuke accepted her feelings but chose to go anyway. But accepting her feelings, doesn't mean he is ready or is the time to act on them.

I have a post on their goodbye.

Now to the point of the post: Is Sasuke demisexual?

Demisexuality means being sexually attracted to someone only when you have an emotional bond with them.

The first part of the post was about 12-year-olds. This part is about 15/16-year-olds. Sasuke could have had any girl, and this is the age where most people's hormones are crazy. But he does not feel that need.

When facing Sakura for the first time, he recognizes her immediately. Sure, her hair is the same, but it has been three years. He is not attacking; he is just looking at her. It could be coldness, or it could be a boy who does not know what to do. I can't know what would have happened if they were alone. Sasuke shifts after Naruto gets there. His voice tone is different; he is not as pleased to see Naruto as he is to see her.

(there are great fics on this cenario, I would love some links because it was the SasuSaku fanfiction golden age)

This part is a more general view, but MOST demisexuals don't flirt like most people. Since it is deeply connected to emotions, there are a lot of acts of service, a lot of stares, and small touches. Much of what Sasuke shows towards Sakura and only Sakura.

And there is Karin. I dont have her, I like her. She is a great charact with great backstory if you don't agree fight me.

But Karin is very disrespectuful at the begning. Maybe that is why there was so much hate.

Sasuke pushes Karin away in a more respectful way than she behaves with him. He is not interested in that. Karin is pretty; anyone would want to be with her, but Sasuke did not because does not have feelings for her, plus she did not respect him. Even traveling with him for some time, she still did not respect his boundaries. Maybe that is why he has no warm feelings towards her. Feelings that would keep him from doing that infamous Danzo scene.

Karin did nothing to harm Sasuke, yet he harmed her because she wasn't important to him. So there were no feelings to hold him back, even a little. The once-manipulated Sasuke, this time by Obito, had no problem getting rid of her.

Yes, he was wrong. Terribly wrong, because she had helped him so many times. But the reason was that she wanted him carnally. And this does not flowrish in Sasuke.

Sakura and Sasuke are on a whole other level. Sasuke was fed up with Naruto and Kakashi because, even though Sakura also wanted him in the village, her methods to pursue him were different on his eyes. Sakura had hugged him, Sakura had begged him to stay. He had a completely different vision of her.

He attacked Naruto first.

But Sakura attacked him first, so he reacted.

I really think "losing Sakura" made him even madder. He dived even deeper into his sadness. She was that one thing he was sure about. Honestly, I think his offer was to push her away because hurting her would hurt him.

Sasuke put those feelings inside once more. But seeing her again at the war, he answers only to her. The more he tries to push her away, the stronger those feelings come. And he is always watching her. He smiles when she destroys the ground, she shakes when she calls him.

And he claims, "I have no reason to be loved by her or to love her," even if that was not what Kakashi said or asked. He said Sakura wanted to help him. Honestly, he brought up the romance card. The moments their eyes clicked, when he came to save her and succeeded, the way he once felt powerless to do as a child. So he puts her to sleep because her words would stop him.

Maybe he could take Naruto in a fight, but he could not handle Sakura's cry one more time.

Because he thinks he does not deserve her. He leaves and travels. Again, he could have had anyone at this time once more. Now a man with crimes pardoned, a respected man. Only when he was complete did he come back.

People talk about Sakura's constant "afterglow" when Sasuke is in the village. They comment that they have pillow talks, the intimacy he craves, and a person to go and call home.

Sasuke never loved another because he had already accepted Sakura's feelings at age 12. Sasuke never wanted another physically because he had wished for only one person. His desires are connected to his emotions.

Sasuke says that no matter how far they are, or how long they haven't seen each other, his feelings for Sakura will never change.

And neither have hers.

Ending with this frame because it shows what I think is the start of his feelings. Look at how beautiful she is; this is Sasuke's vision. I think Sakura is very pretty. But here, she is much prettier than normal.

He sees her as more beautiful than we do.