#my take on imprinting

[littleashesefall]

I honestly think it's not about Bella so much as it's about Renesme (or however it's spelled). Once he imprinted there is not a single relationship in his life he would not completely leave behind or abandon if need be, to be with her.

I don't even think its about love- it's about mystical attachment. Like i think he had it right at the beach when he was like 'you don't even belong to yourself anymore.' I think there is a literal, psychological and spiritual pain you go through if you are away from the person you imprinted to. Thats why you will be anything they need- because the only reason you exist is to be what they need. It sounds horrible and not at all romantic to be honest because real love is not wanting to completely change and give up single thing that makes you 'you' to be whatever someone else needs you to be. To have absolutely no hopes or dreams outside of this person and I can't even imagine the absolute devastation they would go through if the person they imprinted on died. I think they would either die on the spot or end their life or go mad. It's the worst kind of slavery.

i've said it before but it will forever and always make me insane that jacob's ending is to join the cullens for the sake of bella not having to give anything up. they find out jake will be immortal & tied to renesmee forever, so bella gets to smile & say "my family is finally complete! ^-^" but jake already HAS a family. he has a father and 2 sisters. quil, embry, seth and sam are like his brothers. jacob and leah were planning to run away together. he's always been welcome in emily's home, sue has been a family friend since before his birth. bella abandons her mortality by choice because she feels no connection to the people around her, but jacob has really strong bonds. it's clear that every character we meet in la push is like family to him, he's an active member of the community. jake would've graduated high school and been a mechanic, would've grown into a young man. a good friend, a fun uncle, a present son. he's set up to have such a rich life. and he's just magically compelled to give that up. beyond his control, he loses sight of everything, because his high school crush's baby is now the singular most important thing to him. he's perpetually 18 with his perpetually 18 year old girlfriend, running around vancouver or alaska or wherever with the girl who friendzoned him at 16 & her in-laws (who were antagonistic to him for months). and i'm just supposed to say omg yay now he doesn't have to let go of bella! everyone is happy! it's complete madness

[starry-bi-sky]

wolfpack. aka: if not friend, then why friend-shaped?

"Hey-- uh, Danny?" There's an almost imperceptible tremor in Tucker's voice.

Danny doesn't look up from what he's doing, his pencil scritching across his notebook as he tries to do another quadratic formula question. "Hm."

"What's -- uh -- what's with the dogs?"

He looks up now, and finally sees where Tucker is -- standing in the doorway of his room with an ashy look on his face and a skewed, nervous smile. He's got a white knuckle grip on the doorknob. Sam is wide-eyed behind him, and using him as a partial meat-shield.

Danny looks down to the two giant ghost wolves sprawled next to him lazily. One large green one with his head in Danny's lap, letting him use him as a prop-up for his notebook. Another equally large black one splayed against his hip, sleeping on her side with her head tilted inward to his calf.

Automatically, a grin tilts across Danny's face, and he lifts his notebook up to scratch behind the green one's ears. He opens a lazy eye, one that is bloody red with a ring of yellow around the pupil, before slipping it shut and leaning his head into Danny's touch. "This is Sirius and Procyon," he says, and reaches down to scratch Sirius' belly. "And they're not dogs, they're wolves."

"Great," Tucker says, his voice suddenly much smaller and faint, "Love that distinction."

Sirius makes a great big groan, and Danny's grin widens, his heart swelling with fondness. His hand slips away from her belly, and before he can put his notebook back down, Procyon pushes his head up his lap until his ear is against his stomach, demanding pets now too.

Sam peeks her head up from over Tucker's shoulder, "I think what Tucker's asking here is what are they doing here, Danny."

He shrugs, scratching under Procyon's chin. "They kinda just showed up. I tried sending them back to the Zone, but they keep returning." And they were weirdly intent on just following him around, which is the only reason he gave up on returning them. They weren't causing trouble, and they knew how to hide around the living. Plus, he just loves dogs. "So now I have two wolves living with me."

This, oddly enough, did not do anything to calm Sam and Tucker down. Tucker's mouth purses into a thin line, and he presses the sides of his palms to his lips in prayer. "How have your parents not found out about this?"

Danny wordlessly raises his hand, and his sleeve slides down to reveal a thin chain bracelet hooked around his wrist. He whistles sharply, and both Procyon and Sirius jerk their heads up to look at him, ears pricked up and eyes alert.

Silently, he points to his wrist and rattles it twice, and in unison both wolves stand up and pounce. Instantly, they turn into a respective, opaque black and green mist that swirls around the bracelet and forms into two, flat wolf charms.

Both wolves are posing in the stereotypical wolf howl, with little stars indented on the sides. Procyon's charm has the Canis Minor constellation engraved on it, while Sirius has the Canis Major.

Danny faces Sam and Tucker, and points at his wrist. "Like this."

[mumblesplash]

as if he needed more ways to be everywhere at once

[notbecauseofvictories]

any advice for someone who's very bad at keeping friendships? people just up and vanish despite my best efforts, and I don't really know how to meet anyone else (dating apps are the worst/the pandemic ate my education/I work remote). late 20s are basically for feeling unlovable and ruined, I suppose.

Maintaining friendships---maintaining all relationships, particularly with people inconveniently not in the same apartment or office building---is hard. It just is. I've also found there's a steady attrition of freely-available friendship in your late twenties, as people move out of their crowded apartments, shack up, start having children and/or climbing the ladder into jobs that demand more of their attention and energy.

It is tough to be in your late 20s. You realize that you've taken for granted how full the world felt, with people and potential. You're not quite prepared for when you find yourself alone, and someone starts locking doors that you thought would be open forever.

Unfortunately, there is no easy fix to this. The only fix is: you are going to have to pick yourself up, dust yourself off, and do it all again. And again. And again.

"It" can take a lot of different forms. I know "join a group" is the most trite, annoying advice I can give but---do it. Find a group that you think you might be interested in joining, and join. Book club, running club, esoteric interest of your choice club; go on MeetUp and see what's in your area, volunteer for stuff. Ignore (for weeks, if not months) the fact that you feel awkward and out of place, and make it a commitment.

And then, when you've been part of a group---well, it's not so weird to ask if Lisa wants to go to a street festival with you. Not if you've packed lunches for the homeless with Lisa or laughed about a particular book with Lisa or been running alongside Lisa as you train for the upcoming 5k.

(Maybe Lisa will politely decline. Maybe Lisa will come to the street festival, but then has excuses for the next thing, and the next; she's too busy to make a good friend right now. And so---you will pick yourself up. You will do it all again.)

Or you can reach out to those people you've fallen out of touch with. "Hey, James, if you're in town let's grab lunch!" sounds very fake but it's not if you genuinely want to grab lunch with James. Ask Aiden if they're doing anything on Thursday, and would they like to come to bar trivia with you? If they're not in the same city, find some time for calls, or zoom---or hell, go old-fashioned and write letters.

If those ideas sound labor- and time-intensive, hard in the way that making yourself vulnerable always is......yes.

As I said, there's no easy route to this. Relationships take effort and someone has to go first; someone has to toss the ball and hope another human catches it. You cannot guarantee the catch, that's out of your power, so the only way to find people is to keep lobbing balls at everybody's heads and hope they have good reflexes.

[leal-hound]

some anihita lore

last of her clan, all of her clan, caro of the sweet meat. ship of theseus, do you own your crew? or are you a vessel for something outside of your flesh?

[zappedbyzabka]

Devotion isn’t just for God, it’s for your boy too.

[cometconnector]

kids get brought up when buck’s moving in; he drops some cheeky comment of “do you think we’re ever gonna need an extra room” while they’re folding pillowcases because of COURSE he’s been thinking about it, and well, tommy kind of freezes up, because, like, he kneeew it was gonna come up, right? because Fuck!!! Evan’s so good with the kids and it’s so sweet, it really is! but tommy has put up a mental block a long long time ago of like -this is not for me and i wasn’t meant to have kids and never found someone i could remotely envision getting to that point with! sorry!

but now buck is here and he’s putting some linens in the closet and he’s got his little blue baby blanket tucked under his arm and its so threadbare but its undeniably cute and tommy’s behind him holding some neatly folded top sheets and his mouth has gone so dry because how the fuck can he tell him ‘no, i don’t think we can do this thing that i think you’re made to do, and it’s my fault’?

he waits about five seconds too long before responding and buck has turned around to see the reason behind his silence and buck just. knows

and buck is really really not the type to get instantly emotional. and really he didn’t even realize how hard he was hoping, how clear of a mental image he’d formed in his head of the two of them cooing over a crib or sitting at the table with a high chair and some cheerios and if she’d have tommy’s eyes, (because its a girl, of course, their first one, at least)-

but fuck, in an instant its snatched from him, these thousands of little moments he didn’t realize he wanted, and he knows tommy knows it too, because suddenly bucks eyes are burning and he’s biting the inside of his cheek, and tommy’s reaching a hand up to cup his cheek and pull him in to comfort him, but it just makes it all hurt worse, immediately, and the baby blanket gets smushed between their chests and buck feels something die that he didn’t even know was alive in the first place, but it hurts just the same

[maxthesillyy]

thinking about. i dont know how to phrase this really but. chloe and frank.

like. when Chloe killed Frank i (, personally,) feel like her guilt from it was less because she killed Frank, and More because she Killed Someone (and their dog).

but!!! thats not to say she didnt feel guilty for killing Frank. because she definitely did. because on some level. despite everything. despite all of his shitty behavior. a part of her still cared for him. that tiny 15-17ish year old part in her still cared for him.

because that 15-17ish year old with intense abandonment issues in her only had. a small handful of people in her life that actually cared for her, and when THOSE few people aren’t even doing the best job at it— it’s no shit that Chloe’s standards for Good Friends are going to be Immensely dropped.

and so. it’s kind of like what happened with Rachel, but WAY less intense. when she found someone who didn’t hate her, and was willing to hang around her—after so so long of people hating her and not wanting to be around her— it makes sense that part of her would kinda latch onto them a little bit.

and so, even after all of the shit she’s learned he did— even when Frank starts to hate her— even when he threatens Max and her’s lives— part of her keeps remembering him as one of the few guys who stuck around when no one else did.

it’s just that. no matter how bad the person— if you’ve known someone for years, and they were one of the only nice people to you in a town where theres like. four people that are nice to you— it’s gonna hurt if you kill them. even if it was self defense. even if it was entirely their own fault— even if you two aren’t on even remotely good terms anymore.

ESPECIALLY for such a sentimental person like Chloe. taking that in consideration it makes me wonder. maybe she didn’t feel bad for killing Frank. maybe she felt bad for killing the person Frank used to be to her. but maybe she realized that That Frank already died long ago.

but yeah. im mentally ill. take everything i said with a grain of salt considering it is 12:07 AM.

[coquelicoq]

this relationship between the emperor and his favorite concubine is something else. because apparently she was his DAD'S concubine and she reminds him of his mom...he's like you're the only connection i have to my mother (presumably because she was friends with his mom, because they were concubines of the same guy, and because after his mom died she used to take care of him and make him the food his mom used to make him because she "loves children") and i'm sitting there like 😬 ok where are we going with this. then i get to the end of the show and discover they weren't going anywhere with it in particular. they were just like, we want this guy to have a mommy complex and we want you to know about it. okay. thanks i guess...

[callixspod]

GRRRRR I wanna open my asks if people are curious on wanting to talk about the self-aware Yosuke AU but OUGHHHH PORN BOTS PORN BOTS PKRN BOTS RAH

this is a sign. my asks are open!! again, for now. so if anyone's curious about wanting to know more about 'I<3U' AU, I'm open to discussing it

or just. talk about your persona 2-5 headcanons and fanfic suggestions idk !!! please lend me your voice!!!

[jamesheathridge]

honestly i kind of prefer the notion that benson didn't have an abusive father, but randy did. in my mind benson's dad killed himself when he was young & randy's mom left his dad when he was younger to save him from an abusive situation, which is another reason why she's such a helicopter parent. gotta keep her baby safe

[restingbuchface]

throwing myself into the sun

[science-lings]

Finally, a fic idea that comes to me that isn’t at least a little fucking sad. Anyway 6 or 7+1 formatted fic of practically every character younger than Phoenix accidentally calling him dad and him very quickly getting used to it.

By the time Apollo and Athena come along, he’s not even phased by it, he was counting down the days until it happened, he had a bet with Trucy and Edgeworth over when it would happen.

[housewifebuck]

Anyone else accidentally form an extremely buddie coded relationship with their best friend or am I just gay

[citricjoy]

when bart was following clark around like a puppy for days begging for any positive scrap of attention and constantly getting brushed off and scorned and EVEN STILL he decided to steal some cheap little electronic as a gift to thank clark for “hanging out with him” AND CLARK REJECTED IT BC IT WAS STOLEN AHSOSJKS I FUCKING HATE YOUUUUU

[thiswaycomessomethingwicked]

‘Other than the fact that Lady Éowyn didn’t sleep in her chambers and has run away with a man below her station?’ Cynbel asks, he peers up at Grima. An inspecting expression that Grima thinks to be stolen from him. ‘Who has said such things?’ ‘Cook. Also Hilja who does the charring.’ Cynbel grinds away at the fish paste. ‘My mam says you should take me under your wing and train me up. That you’re more useful if you can make me useful to the king.’ Grima sneers. Cynbel shrugs. ‘Tell me more about this char girl’s rumour-mongering,’ Grima orders.

Cynbel makes a return! The absolute mad-lad who looked at Grima and went "what if he was dad material?"

Grima disagrees, vehemently.