#not doing that with my family or coworkers

[askshivanulegacy]

This is an especially great feature for families with children!!!!!! 🙃

[rouge-fauna]

Normally, I wouldn't really say anything about the drama and stuff, because that's not what I'm here for and honestly I feel like a lot of it is just none of my business. But, it just feels so close to home for me that I can't help but say something. Because here's the thing people aren't going to talk about and probably don't even realize, but I think so much of this drama actually has to do with Dream being autistic.

Just notice the themes of what Tubbo said about Dream being weird, inappropriate, not considering the social boundaries, not communicating, coming across wrong… etc these are all things that can be attributed to Dream literally not knowing better because of neurodivergence. That’s not an excuse but an explanation to know the difference between Dream texting Tommy’s mom out of being manipulative versus not understanding how that breaks a social boundary. That’s not to say Dream should get a free pass to do whatever but I think in the same way we take into consideration other people’s ages and their naivety and obliviousness and inexperience into consideration, Dream’s neurodivergence should be considered too. It is valid. It makes a difference between manipulative and malicious intent versus simply not seeing it the same way.

And really the sad thing is, that I think people will always dislike Dream. At the end of the day, I think that will never change, because even if he was the most perfect person people would still dislike him because of an underlying subconscious response to him not being like the rest. I don’t think it’s a coincidence that he is made the villain in real life and in the dsmp, because it is simply a psychological fact that people inherently dislike autistic people. It’s not because they are ableist it’s just we don’t act like they do so that makes us weird and therefore unlikeable. And it’s hard to understand us because our brains our literally different and as has been said throughout history what we don’t understand we hate, we fear, we see as evil, we attack. Why does Dream get canceled and attacked over and over again? Not because they are true and it proves a pattern that he’s shitty, but because society is so desperate to find a more tangible reason to hate him other than the fact that they just do. Because his behavior breaks social rules he didn’t realize existed. Because he’s easy pickings. Because in my opinion it all comes down to autism and honestly until that piece is actually taken into consideration nothing will probably resolve.

[airybcby]

જ⁀♡⊹｡° always known that I would win this game

♡ a/n — for my childhood best friends to lovers series! ( listen to what i wrote to here ! )

♡ word count — 1.7k

♡ content — nagi seishiro x fem! reader, fem! reader, i leaned heavily into nagi thinking everything is a pain, very lazy nagi, probably ooc nagi, lowkey one-sided relationship, she falls first AND harder, reo mentioned a lot, lowkey reo keeps the relationship afloat, goes from when nagi and reader are 3 all the way to the U-20 game

♡ synopsis — Nagi Seishiro was like fireworks—beautiful, brilliant, and untouchable. You just hoped you wouldn't get burned trying to love him.

The first time you met Nagi Seishiro, you were three years old, barely old enough to form sentences, but already filled with boundless energy. Your mother brought you along to a playdate with her coworker’s son, claiming the two of you might get along since you were close in age.

You didn’t know what “getting along” was supposed to look like, but when you saw Nagi for the first time—white hair sticking out in every direction, holding onto his mother’s leg like she was a lifeline—you decided that getting along meant trying to make him play.

You, a bundle of chaotic energy, bounded up to him with sticky hands from the lollipop you’d just devoured, grinning wide.

“Hi!” you chirped, bouncing on the balls of your feet. “Wanna play with blocks?”

He stared at you like you were speaking a foreign language. For a moment, you thought maybe he didn’t know how to play. Or maybe he was shy.

“It’s a pain,” he mumbled, turning his head away from you.

You puffed up your cheeks, determined not to let him brush you off. “It’s fun! Come on, I’ll show you!”

Nagi sighed heavily—so heavily it made him sound much older than three years old—and shuffled behind you with a sluggishness that would come to define him.

Despite that, your mothers encouraged your budding friendship. Nagi, who found most things exhausting even as a child, didn’t like you at first. You talked too much, moved too much, asked too many questions—everything about you was “too much” for him. But for reasons he couldn’t explain, he tolerated you, enduring your antics when your families gathered for dinner.

He rarely smiled when you played with him, but he never told you to leave him alone either.

That was the start of everything.

By the time the two of you started kindergarten, you considered Nagi your best friend. He might not have agreed at first, but that didn’t matter to you.

You quickly made friends while Nagi sat alone at a desk, chin propped in his hand, waiting for the day to end. But then you came over, plopped yourself into the seat next to him.

“This is Nagi! He’s my bestest best friend!” you declared to the new friends you’d made during morning playtime.

Nagi blinked at you, startled, but didn’t protest. From that day on, Nagi Seishiro was stuck with you.

Middle school was a whirlwind of new experiences—at least for you.

Art club, yearbook, swimming team, gardening—you tried everything you could get your hands on. Nagi, on the other hand, never joined a single club. Instead, he discovered video games.

“Why don’t you try new things like me?” you asked one afternoon as the two of you walked home together. A club flyer fluttered in your hands while Nagi’s eyes stayed glued to the screen of his phone.

“Too much energy,” he replied simply.

“But it’s fun!” you said, exasperated. "Like this one! I'm going to join the chess club!" you smiled, holding up the chess club flyer you'd grabbed.

Nagi glanced at you from the corner of his eye. “Do you even know how to play chess?”

You hesitated. “...No, but I can learn!”

“Why waste the time? You’ll drop it anyway.”

You stopped walking, the words sinking into your chest like a tiny thorn. He continued ahead without noticing, too focused on his game.

You jogged to catch up, huffing. “Because I like trying. That’s the point," you sighed. "And it's fun!"

That was your reason for everything.

High school arrived, and true to form, you didn’t stick with any clubs. By then, Nagi had moved out of his parents’ house into his own apartment. It was strange, not having him just a block away anymore.

You hated the distance but tried not to complain—he still came over whenever you asked, still lounged on your bed like it was his own.

One evening, as he sat on your bed, phone in hand, you shoved another bag of discarded club items into your closet. “At least I tried!” you exclaimed, crossing your arms as you glanced at him.

“Yeah, yeah.” He didn’t even look up from his game.

You rolled your eyes. “Sei, do you always have to be playing something? You even do it in class!”

“Listening to the teacher is tiring…”

“Why don’t you do something at school? Like join a club?”

He shrugged. “What’s the point? It’s a pain.”

“You’ll regret it when you’re older. What are you going to tell your kids? That you were lazy?”

“Our kids,” he mumbled.

“Huh?”

Nagi didn’t even flinch, eyes still focused on his screen. “I’ve only ever thought about having kids with you.”

Your heart stuttered in your chest. “Nagi Seishiro! You can’t just… say stuff like that!”

“Huh? But I like you.” He finally glanced up, tilting his head.

You sputtered, feeling your face burn. “I— You don’t—you can’t just—!”

“Don’t worry,” he interrupted lazily. “If it’s too much work, you don’t have to like me back.”

“I love you!” you blurted, before immediately slapping a hand over your mouth. “Wait! I didn’t mean—I mean, I did, but—”

Nagi sighed, locking his phone and rolling over on your bed like he’d just finished a long shift. “Mhm. Good.”

Good? Good?!

Your heart felt like it was about to combust, but Nagi had already closed his eyes as if you hadn’t just confessed your feelings, clearly deciding the conversation was over.

Dating Nagi wasn’t what you’d imagined. In the beginning, it was wonderful—texting late into the night, stolen kisses in quiet hallways—but slowly, things began to change. He stopped meeting you for lunch, stopped walking home with you. He even stopped inviting you over.

It wasn’t until you dropped by his apartment unexpectedly one afternoon to return a borrowed game that you realized why. A purple-haired boy opened the door.

“Oh! Sorry, I must have the wrong place,” you said awkwardly.

“Wait! If you’re looking for Nagi, he’s here,” the boy replied. “I’m Reo, by the way.”

You blinked. Reo? A friend? You hadn’t known Nagi had made one. Your heart ached at the realization that this stranger was closer to Nagi than you were.

Reo led you inside, where Nagi sat on the couch, engrossed in his phone.

“Reo? Who was it?”

“Your girlfriend,” Reo replied, smirking. Girlfriend. The word felt foreign. Nagi rarely called you that.

Nagi glanced up, his expression unreadable. “Did you need something?”

You held up the game case. “Just returning this. I liked it, thanks for letting me borrow it.”

“Really? Didn’t think you’d like it,” he said, leaning forward to press a quick kiss to your lips.

“Sei! Someone’s here!” you whispered, flustered as you looked towards Reo.

“It’s just Reo. He doesn’t care,” Nagi replied as he leaned in to give you another kiss. Reo chuckled, ignoring the two of you for his own phone “You should come watch us play soccer next week. We’ve got a game.”

“Soccer?” you echoed.

“Yeah. Didn’t he tell you? He’s been playing for weeks.”

You looked at Nagi in disbelief. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

“Forgot,” he mumbled.

"Don't worry," You smiled, running a hand through Nagi's hair. "I'll be there."

Of course you'd be there for Nagi, you always were.

When Nagi received his Blue Lock invitation, he didn’t tell you. You only found out when Reo mentioned it during one of your visits.

“Leaving in a week,” Reo said casually, handing Nagi a bus ticket.

“Huh? Where are you going?” You asked. Was the soccer team having a team trip? Were they going to have a boys day? Did boys even have boys days?

“Blue Lock,” Nagi replied as if it explained everything.

Reo took pity on your confusion, explaining the program and its purpose. “It’s a big deal for soccer players,” he said with pride.

You turned to Nagi. “That's awesome Sei! Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Forgot.”

For the first time in your relationship - your entire friendship - , the weight of those words felt unbearable.

When Nagi left for Blue Lock, all you got was a text.

‘Leaving now, see you l8r. :x’

You stared at your phone, the message making your heart drop. That was it? He hadn’t even called to say goodbye.

Still, you smiled to yourself as you typed your reply. This was Nagi, your 'Sei' , of course a phone call would drain him of energy.

‘I love you! Please be safe and take care of yourself. Text me when you’re there if you can?’

The response was instant.

‘Sure. Love you.’

Even so, as the days passed, his absence settled heavily on you.

When Nagi entered Blue Lock, safe to say, he forgot to text you back. He’d gotten his phone back pretty quickly, and with Reo around, he had someone to talk to.

You simply slipped his mind.

It wasn’t until Reo asked about you one day during a meal that your name came back up.

“How’s your girlfriend doing?” Reo asked as he reached for his drink.

Nagi paused mid-bite. “Dunno. I haven’t asked.”

Reo stared at him incredulously. “You haven’t asked? What do you mean you haven’t asked?”

“Who are you guys talking about?” Zantetsu asked, peering at them like they were some exotic birds.

“Nagi’s girlfriend. Who he needs to text, by the way,” Reo said sharply. “She’s probably worried about you.”

Nagi sighed, pulling out his phone. “I will.”

He texted you a simple message: ‘Safe. Just got my phone back.’ A small lie, but that was okay.

Your reply came almost immediately: ‘Thank goodness! I was so worried about you, but of course you’re okay. Have fun and text me whenever you can. I love you!’

He stared at your message for a moment, then replied: ‘Love you. Will do.’

“There. I texted her,” he said, glancing at Reo, who was shaking his head in exasperation.

Months passed with sporadic texts and one-sided conversations. You watched Nagi play in the U-20 match, awestruck by his skill.

He was like fireworks—beautiful, brilliant, and untouchable. After the game, you waited on the field, hoping to catch a moment with him.

When Nagi appeared, he was with Reo, laughing about something. He didn’t notice you until Reo nudged him.

“Your girlfriend’s here,” Reo said softly.

Nagi turned, his expression unreadable. “Hey.”

“Hey,” you said, forcing a smile.

“I didn’t think you’d come.”

“Of course I did.”

Nagi stared at you for a moment before stepping closer, his hand brushing yours. “Thanks.”

You stood there, watching him. He was here, yet he felt so far away. You didn’t know what hurt more—the thought of losing him, or the thought that maybe, just maybe, he was already gone.

idk if i liked this one but i wrote it at 3AM so we all have to suffer

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[pickledkiwiberry]

Okay there's a few bits I want to reply:

My background

I am a programmer ("Software Engineer" for the industry parlance, despite how totally unregulated my profession is by either the public or private sector). I've worked full time in startup technology for the better part of a decade and prior to that I spent over a decade in non-professional programming communities.

Risk and limitations

I have to talk pretty abstractly about this stuff because like, well...

"...ensure order remains in a manner nearly identical to the way a religious order maintains its vertical power structure..." - osaka

A weird thing happens as you move up the (sub)classes in the United States where as you make more money, you're pressured to take on more expenses by your workplace peers where now you have a mortgage and an auto loan and property taxes and you're supporting your family to the point they depend on you and you get pets and start planning out children and--

Basically there was a point in my life where I thought making money would mean I'd be free, and I was wrong. I have so many things I have to worry about now that if I got kicked out of my industry I have a LOT to lose, because I wouldn't be able to survive on lower wages anymore. And because I have people I care about how depend on me, I'd be hurting other people, not just myself.

And despite how massive the tech industry is, it's also based hugely on networking. The best way to get a job is to know somebody who has a job. If your network breaks down, it becomes exponentially harder to get a job.

I have to maintain my reputation to the extent that I have to be non-specific and not talk about any particular company and make sure my bridges remain unburned.

At the same time, I can still get away with talking in the abstract because it's okay to complain about the industry as long as you give your part of the industry plausible deniability. "Yeah, this industry sucks. And we're the exception!" Whether or not it's true.

So about worksonas

You get to your corporate job. You're excited: You got a good offer, and you're finally going to be able to get off your feet.

You meet your new coworkers. You are shy at first, but as you start opening up you start to show your genuine personality.

You immediately face consequences.

No matter how many times Human Resources (or its modern incarnation: People & Culture) or the Executives tell you that they want you to bring your genuine self to work, it's a lie. The social norms of the office are nothing like they are in the outside world. Your genuine personality will bring you threatening conversations with your managers, exclusion from decision making processes, and downward momentum.

So you make a mask. It hides parts of you and shows things that aren't there. At first it's little things: You're less dramatic in your speech. You start using more corporate lingo. You try not to rock the boat, but you try to make yourself heard... just enough to keep you on the promotion ladder.

The mask gets thicker. Meetings aren't a waste of your time, they bring value you to and your coworkers. You trust in the Executives decision-making. You aren't just here for the paycheck: You believe in what we're doing. You're part of the team.

That mask is heavy. And soon, you're faced with a fork in the road.

Some people split their personality. That's my camp. It's like ripping your brain in half: There's the you at work, and there's the real you. The way I talk when I'm around suits: It's unfamiliar. Alien. It feels like I'm watching somebody else talk. It'd be disconcerting if I weren't so used to it.

Others, they change themselves. Their worksona becomes their real personality. They become LinkedIn influencers.

Being honest with your coworkers

I find myself in one-on-ones. Meetings where it's just me and another person. They aren't recorded. We aren't being watched. But we're watching each other.

We know each others worksonas but we don't know our genuine selves. We have to speak in code, creating openings in our speech for the other to inch a little closer to how we really feel.

The longer we get to know each other, but more our code changes to communicate real feelings.

You and I both think most of our meetings are a waste of our time. But we can't say that. We both know that we both feel this way, but we still need plausible deniability. They're just difficult to focus on, and we need to work harder on being attentive. We discuss strategies.

You can't truly know which road your coworker took. If their worksona is their persona, or if they're faking, too. And if they're faking... you still can't show too much vulnerability. There's too much incentive to bury each other, and use the mound of dirt to climb a bit higher.

On the subject of stress

I'm writing this post with a smile on my face even though nobody's watching.

What happens off the books?

"I am utterly fascinated. Where can I find out more about this stuff that does not appear in documents?" - osaka

I'm not sure. What I can say is that a lot of the corporate world is about unwritten agreements. I've seen interactions where you have multiple companies who are technically violating each other's agreements, but in ways they off the record are okay with.

Why would you have an agreement if you're both okay violating it?

Plausible deniability

To anyone who's worked with me or works with me: Know that I'm talking about a different company than the one we worked at or work at together. This isn't a record. Things may be dramatized. Things may be made up. I'm not talking about you.

The most important reason to keep things off the record is to maintain plausible deniability.

Alpha Corp has their terms of service. Their clients are constantly ignoring this, and off the record Alpha Corp is okay with it. The point of the terms isn't to stop Beta Corp and Gamma Corp from violating it, it's so that when shit hits the fan and there's a public outcry, or a lawsuit, or what have you, Alpha Corp can point to what's on the record and say: "We had no idea this was happening. It shouldn't have happened. Beta Corp and Gamma Corp are to blame."

You go to Beta Corp and Gamma Corp. They tell you they didn't realize it was a violation, that they're sorry, and they're making organizational changes to prevent this from happening in the future. There's no record saying that what they said was wrong.

But off the record: Beta was in a meeting with their account execs over at Alpha and they asked how serious they were about those terms. The meeting wasn't recorded, and Alpha said "I mean, you shouldn't do it, but we don't keep track of it." There's a tone to those words. We don't keep track of it. Emphasis. It's a quiet go-ahead.

Gamma sees that Beta is doing this. They know they've been doing it for a while. They see the signal: Alpha doesn't care, so we can do it, too. They don't record that decision. As for as the records state, just like Beta, just like Alpha, they weren't aware.

Someone at an old job asked why I wanted to write up the meeting minutes for our team and I said 'i wanna control the narrative' and they were like 'what' and I pointed out that no one was gonna remember what we said in six months and so my interpretation of the meeting would dictate the assumed reality of what happened

"none of you ever send corrections when I offer the draft so y'all have consented to my version"

"we don't read that shit"

"you must trust me implicitly to create our shared reality that's so sweet"

That's how several coworkers decided I was a supervillain and how I learned several coworkers didn't understand record keeping as like a CONCEPT

[biancadoes1]

https://x.com/polinlover3/status/1878519549777043882?t=lwYfIoi8U6kTPc716HJymg&s=19

https://x.com/polinlover3/status/1878522567415189904?t=nc9zaV8vCUOoxT1Y7_iRCw&s=19

I know for sure my mother ain't saying and doing shit like this to any male coworker of mine that I'm close to. I'm also not bringing home male coworkers to meet my mom and family looking like we're planning to get (redacted). Nicola had to be blabbing her mouth about Luke to her mom and family or else we would not have seen that interaction at the Galway premiere nor that interview where she said her mom mentioned "that's the one". Whole time in Galway she kept telling the interviewers her mom wanted to see Luke. Like lady......... come on now.

The whole Ireland stop was truly on another level...

[sofa-king-lame]

I'm curious as to what you'd do with 47 (out of spite)!

Yay thank you!

Sorry for any spelling/grammar errors or crappy formatting, I smashed this out in the notes app on my phone lol.

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“Honestly, Eddie, we never understood what you were thinking moving to LA,” Helena sighs. “It’s so…progressive.”

“Abuela was here,” Eddie argues. “Pepa is here.”

“Your abuela came back, and Pepa has been thinking about doing the same. Soon you’ll have no family left there, Edmundo. Moving back here is the right decision,” Ramon chimes in. Eddie’s jaw tightens and he feels Buck tense next to him, and Eddie knows he’s biting his tongue to stop from interjecting. Buck had offered to be there when Eddie told his parents he was moving back to El Paso, and given the sick feeling that had settled in his stomach when he realised he was running out of reasons not to tell them he gratefully accepted.

“I have family here. I will always have family here,” Eddie argues. “The 118 are my family.”

“Coworkers, Eddie? Really? They don’t know you like we do,” Helena sighs. Buck is now visibly uncomfortable, enough that Eddie sees it in his peripheral vision.

“You’re right. They know he better,” he bites out. “This isn’t - I didn’t call you to argue. I’m moving for Chris, I need to fix things. I can’t do that when he won’t - when you won’t let me speak to for more than ten minutes at a time on a video call with a shitty connection.”

“Edmundo,” Ramon admonishes, “you’d better watch the way you speak to us or you’ll find yourself alone in your rental unable to speak to Christopher at all.”

“Excuse me? You remember he’s my son, right?” Eddie snaps. “He’s not your do-over child after you fucked the first three up.”

“See what I mean, Ramon? He never spoke to us like this before he moved to LA. You watch, he’ll be telling us the city turned him gay next,” Helena huffs and something inside Eddie breaks. He grabs Buck’s face and kisses him, dirty and wet, right in front of his parents. Eddie had resented his parents for a long time before he moved to LA, but pure spite and anger had been building inside him since the moment they appeared on his doorstep to take Christopher away from him. He wants to hurt them.

Buck has gone completely still and his parents are silent as Eddie pulls back, eyes unfocused and hazy as he finally realises what he’s done.

“Oh. Oh fuck,” he whispers as Buck pushes his chair back and darts out of the room. Eddie hangs up the call as his parents start talking over the top of each other and runs after Buck, catching him halfway to his car.

“Eddie, I can’t talk about this right now,” Buck starts.

“I’m sorry, fuck. Shit. I should have - I shouldn’t have done it like that,” Eddie stutters. “I should have asked.”

“Yeah, maybe you should have,” Buck mutters. He won’t look Eddie in the eye and it makes Eddie feel a little sick. He’s definitely just made things infinitely more difficult with his parents, and now…now he doesn’t want to go to Texas. He didn’t want to go anyway, he was moving purely out of necessity, but now he feels like he can’t. Because that fucking kiss -

“Is it always supposed to feel like that?” Eddie breathes. Buck’s eyes snap up to meet Eddie’s, bright blue and clouded with confusion.

“Like what?” Buck asks hesitantly. His hands are shaking, but he’s not breaking eye contact now.

“Like coming home,” Eddie whispers. He hears Buck’s breath hitch in his throat as he takes an uncertain step closer, reaching out but dropping his hand back down.

“Eddie.”

“Can I try that again?” Eddie asks. Buck nods enthusiastically and doesn’t wait, closing the distance between them and kissing Eddie in a way that is so devastatingly tender he might float away on the light breeze ghosting over them. Yeah, he definitely isn’t moving to Texas now.

“Fuck,” Buck laughs, his hands coming to rest on the back of Eddie’s neck.

“Look at you,” Eddie murmurs, “corrupting this innocent Texan boy.”

“Me? You’re the one who shoved their tongue down my throat in front of his parents,” Buck snorts.

“Yeah, well. Seems like my subconscious wanted me to create a reason to not move,” Eddie sighs.

“You’re not -"

“We’ve got a 48 off next weekend. Come with me to bring Chris home? Enough is enough. He can be mad at me here, but I’m done. I want my kid back,” Eddie huffs. Christopher can be as pissed off as he wants, but he can do it under this roof. In their home.

“Oh your parents will love me being there,” Buck snickers.

“I don’t give a shit what they think. Will you come?”

“Yeah, Eddie. Of course. Let’s go get him back.”

[afyrian]

☆ not so bad

oikawa tooru x gn!reader (fluff) m.list | wc: 2.1k | prompts: only one bed + enemies to lovers + coworkers

    snow covers the street, your eyes trying to focus through the constantly moving windshield wipers. your finger taps incessantly against the steering wheel, the leather cover feeling comfortable beneath your clenched hands. your passenger (princess) and coworker winces as you take a quick turn, the ice making it hard to slow down with enough time. gaze darting towards him, eyes rolling exasperated.

  "i offered to let you drive, you're not gonna complain now," you look back towards the street, the streetlights barely fighting the incoming abundance of snow, only a large home down the street coming into view.

  he looks back over at you, something only your subconscious can feel. he scoffs lightly, the sound nearly swept away by the loud heaters in your car. "well i didn't think you'd nearly kill us on the drive. plus how are we even going to get there in this? we gotta find somewhere else to stay," he relays what you're already thinking in your head, like a broken record kept around for far too long.

  "well, how about- look is this an inn or something?" you slow the car down, no headlights on behind you or coming towards you.

  there's a quaint sign at the entrance of a large driveway and parking lot. a floral design etched into the wood, looking like something from an old romcom that you've seen a million times. pulling into the driveway, he starts to think out loud, running ideas through your head, "what if this is a murder hotel? like that one from america?"

  you roll your eyes again, the only thing you can seem to do in his presence. "oikawa, you're really getting on my nerves. i'm trying to stay professional but if you say one more word you're walking," you finally look over at him, noticing his eyes on you.

  there's something about the way his eyes still shine in the darkness. and for a second, you almost feel intrigued by his gaze, by his sarcastic smile. however, you're quickly pulled back to reality as you park in the mostly full parking lot. cars covered with snow make it almost impossible to find a spot, the rest of the snow building up to heights the rental car couldn't handle. 

  parking, you look towards the front door, "i'm gonna get us rooms before anyone else comes, grab the bags, will ya?"

  tossing him the keys, you open the door and grab your wallet. stepping through the thick snow, it picks up onto your ankles, chilling the space between your socks and pants. walking under the porch light, you happily let the warmth overtake you. and as you open the door, bright lights shine out the door, the indoor heat surpassing anything the small car could accomplish. 

  stepping in, you feel like you're in paradise. the old woodworkings of the house bring out the natural architecture that it has. family photos line the walls, generations of portraits up the staircase and down the halls. encompassed by the atmosphere of the inn, you don't even notice the front desk until a throat is cleared. looking over, you see a smile on the woman's face, her hands folded on the desk.

  "hi, my coworker and i got a little lost in the blizzard," you start, hand clutching your phone as you look up into the kind-looking woman's eyes, "and we were just wondering if you had any available rooms to stay in."

  she purses her lips, giving you a look that only a mother could procure. shaking her head slightly, she lets out a low sigh, "we only have one room dear, with one queen sized bed. i would recommend the both of you go to the next hotel or inn, but with the weather and how far they are..." 

  "right. well, does the room have a couch or anything?"

  "no, unfortunately the only room is quite small. it comes with an en-suite but it doesn't have enough room for other accommodations, i'm so sorry," the innkeeper stands before you, giving you an apologetic look through her lips and sunken eyebrows.

  just as you're about to say something, oikawa opens the door, walking up to you. snow covers his hair, sticking to the strands as some start to lose their shape beneath the heat. holding both bags, he sets them down beside you, looking between you and who you assume to be the owner. returning your gaze to the woman, you nod, deciding that it's the only option the two of you have.

  knowing oikawa is gonna give you flack for whatever you do, you realize it's your best bet, "okay, we'll take the room."

  "room-"

  looking to him, he soon realizes that if looks could kill, he'd be six feet under. closing his lips into a straight line, he watches as you use the company card to pay for the evening, grabbing the key from the lady. “it's beautifully crafted, like the rest of the home,” you nod, looking around. but oikawa can't stop looking at only you and seeing a kind side to you that he doesn't normally see. not when you both push each other's buttons more often than not.

  grabbing your bag from the ground, you thank the woman, giving her a soft nod. "let's go find our room," you sigh, looking back to oikawa, waiting for him to grab his bag and head up the stairs with you.

  following the line of portraits and photographs of the land, you see the closed doors, light shining out the bottom of only a couple of them. "so what did you mean by room?" oikawa whispers, leaning his head towards your's as he walks solemnly behind you.

  "exactly what i said... they have one room left. and we're not going back out into the storm. not when the other places are as far out as they are," you whisper back, making sure that none of the people working here could hear the two of you squabbling over the rooms.

  walking up to room four, you stick the key in, opening the door slowly. inside is a freshly made bed, a quilt comforter over white sheets with patterned pillowcases. it feels warm, not necessarily the temperature, which has settled to a comforting degree. but rather, it feels welcoming. the electric fireplace by the bathroom wall, the painting of rolling hills above the bed.

  oikawa looks inside from behind you, body nearly pressing up against your's. "so, left or right side?" he questions, peering down at you as you look back at him.

  shaking your head, you let out a short laugh. "well, i usually take the left side of my own bed..." you set your bag down by the wall, turning back to oikawa with a smile on your face, eyebrows raised.

  "there's some benefits to us being opposites then," he walks over to the right side of the bed, setting his bag down by the foot of the bed.

  you take in a deep breath, wondering how you're going to get through the next night or two with him. with how he jokes, how he looks at you with his glossy eyes. and especially, with how different the two of you are. narrowing your eyes, you nod, feeling like a deer in headlights.

  "well, i'm gonna get ready in the bathroom... i won't take too long or anything," you awkwardly step towards your bag, grabbing a change of clothes and your toiletries.

  walking towards the bathroom, you look back at him for a moment, cracking a smile. he's searching through his bag for something, eyebrows furrowed. oikawa always has such a determined look on his face, and only now did you notice the quirks that he carries. the way his tongue sticks out or his hand reaches to run through his hair. shaking your head to bring yourself back to reality.

  closing the door behind you, you start getting ready. you put on a matching pair of pajamas and start washing your face. it’s a soothing moment for you, time to yourself so you can truly relax before facing him again. 

  uncapping your toothbrush, you run it under the water first, letting the bristles loosen. leaving a trail of toothpaste on the brush, you bring it up to your mouth, brushing while you grab your phone. checking the screen, you notice it's getting late, and since you have to get up fairly early to get back on the road... your brain stops thinking of the future when you hear something fall.

  setting down your phone quickly, you unlock and pull open the door. there stands oikawa, shirtless, with his phone on the ground. immediately you look away, looking up towards the ceiling so you don't have to meet his gaze again. "sorry, dropped my phone."

  nodding, you turn back into the bathroom, spitting the toothpaste back into the sick. your mind relays the short moment, like it's something you see but nearly every part of you wants to ignore or forget. nearly every part of you. rinsing the toothbrush back down, you set it down beside the sink. "yeah, i was wondering if you tripped and fell. happy i don't have to call for help or anything," you shrug your shoulders, stepping back into the room and turning the bathroom light off.

  when you step out, he's throwing his shirt on. bringing it down over his head and down his torso. looking away once more, you find your cheeks warming up. "unlike you, i'm not a total klutz," oikawa walks over to the side of the bed, pulling back the comforter and top sheet, tossing one of the extra pillows onto a dresser. 

  "no, but you seem to not like comfort. one pillow is not nearly enough for a comfortable sleep," you join him on your side, pulling back the sheets but keeping your gaze on his, hands moving on their own.

  oikawa shakes his head, finally being the one to back down from your gaze. he looks over to your two, and then to his that he tossed off, "well if you like comfort so much, feel free to take mine. and it is comfortable, in fact it's actually nice to keep my neck from hurting."

  "i will gladly take your pillow and i'll stuff it between us," you walk over, grabbing the pillow off the dresser and onto the bed.

  the two of you simultaneously get onto the bed, kneeling face to face, inches apart. he stares at you for a second, swallowing, adam's apple bobbing. clenching your jaw, you lean back and sit on your leg, letting the other rest along the bed. you look at your phone, no notifications filling your screen, leaving the two of you with an awkward silence. 

  bringing your leg out with the other, you pull the comforter and sheet on. you quickly set your phone down on the bedside table and hope that the drowsiness of the night will help drown the tension. "you have a light switch near you, right?" oikawa asks, bringing the sheets up on his side as well, mirroring you.

  "yeah," you whisper, your voice quiet as you reach over and flick the spare light switch down, "okay, goodnight."

  the two of you sit in silence. and despite the shades drawn and the sun down, you can't seem to cut the intense feeling you both carry. oikawa clears his throat only a couple of minutes in of laying there. it breaks the tension for only a moment before the two of you are lying there on your backs, wondering what to do.

  "if we weren't on a business trip i'd say it'd be fun to go sledding or build a snowman," oikawa mentions and you hear his pillow shift, his head turning towards you.

  turning your head towards his, you nod against your pillow. "i don't know, i'm partial to snowball fights i think," your shoulders shrug, only able to see his eyes and his outline in the darkness.

  "of course you'd be," he scoffs, turning his head back, eyes staring forward.

  "god, you are so annoying," you shake your head, staring forward as well, "goodnight for good now." 

  turning away from him, you feel your lips turn up into a smile. something about him makes you so annoyed, so frustrated. but it also makes life so much more exciting, making it not so bad. oikawa started feeling the same way when he woke up early in the morning, arm wrapped around you. the pillow had been thrown to the ground, and your hair was in his face, but it all felt so good.

a/n: longest oneshot i’ve ever done and it’s an oikawa fic… gen. taglist (open): @eggyrocks @causenessus @applepi25 @softpia @bakery-anon

@nekozaki @nnnyxie @kameyyy

[gideonisms]

Also this is why equal pay for women is a big deal, and this is why it's still a big deal that women don't often get paid for domestic tasks. Where someone is in a weaker position financially it's easier to take advantage of them. Men who want to take advantage of women know this and want this to continue. symbiotic relationship between the boss who pays you a dollar less than your male coworker with the same role and the old man who comes into the store weekly to ask you to be his sugar baby

The recent article about ga*man is. A lot. Tws for Everything but it was good reporting. jesus.

[lucy90712]

talking about the future and building a family after the wedding with pedri would be so nice! LOVEEEE YOUR WRITING BTW DONT STOP

I thought life couldn't get better than marrying my soulmate but as it turns out it can that day was magical but being in paradise getting to relax and spend time with my new husband is even better. We arrived late yesterday afternoon but we still got to watch the sunset on the private beach behind the beach house Pedri rented for us for two weeks. I did most of the planning for the wedding along with both of our mum's while Pedri planned our honeymoon that was our agreement to minimise the stress on the both of us. As I wasn't involved with planning I had no idea even where we were going but Pedri made a great choice in going to the Maldives which is a place we have both wanted to go but never found the time. He even asked if he could go back to training for the new season a couple days late so we could have a full two weeks away so we have two weeks of full relaxation before we have to go back to our crazy schedules. 

I got woken up for our first full day in paradise in the best way; Pedri was kissing me on my jaw and my neck until I opened my eyes and he kissed my lips. I wish I could wake up like this every morning and for the next two weeks I can so I'm definitely going to enjoy this while I can. After making out for a few minutes Pedri slid his arms around my waist and pulled me on top of him so my head could rest on his chest. Relaxing mornings are one of the only criteria I gave Pedri when he was planning our honeymoon and he's definitely delivered, back at home we are always up so early in the morning that there is no time to relax or cuddle together which is the one thing I'd change about our lives and now I get that part too our life is perfect. 

We laid in bed for over an hour and we would've stayed there longer if our stomachs didn't start rumbling but alas we have to eat. Pedri ordered groceries to the place yesterday when we arrived so we have some food here if we don't want to go out to eat so I picked out some things to make us a nice breakfast. Pedri helped me in his own way which is standing behind me with his arms around me and leaving kisses on my neck which was a good motivator to get breakfast done so we can go back to clinging to each other and enjoying our two weeks alone together. 

After breakfast we both got ready to go out and sit in the sun on the beach as that's the only plan we have for our time here. My suitcase is pretty much only filled with swimwear so I let Pedri pick what he wanted me to wear even though I knew he'd pick one particular bikini as he's always loved the colour and fit of it on me. When he saw me in it I thought we weren't going to make it out of the bedroom but he surprised me he kissed me with such intense passion then just led me outside to the sun beds on the beach. There are multiple sun beds but Pedri insisted we sit on the same one he sat down first then pulled me into his lap so we could relax together. 

"I can't believe we're married now" I said 

"I know now I can call you my wife you know I love saying that I can introduce you to people as my beautiful wife and I can tell the boys all about the amazing things my wife does" he said 

"Aren't you the sweetest but I think I've got it better I get to tell my coworkers that the amazing footballer winning the team all those trophies is my husband" I said

"What do we do now that we're married before everything was after we get married but now that we're married what do we do now?" I asked 

"I've been thinking about that too but I thought about it enough to know that I think we can just enjoy being married for a little while we don't have to rush into changing things or pushing forward we have the rest of our lives to do that" he said 

"Thank you I needed to hear that I've been worrying that we'd be expected to have kids or be thinking about it and I'm not sure if I'm ready for that just yet" I admitted 

"And that's ok we don't have to do that just yet but why don't we talk about it just for fun we had fun talking about our wedding before it happened and that turned out perfect" he said 

"Well I think I'd like two kids and I know we can't chose but a girl and a boy sounds perfect" I said 

"You know at that does sound perfect" he said

Pedri was right it was fun to talk about our possible future kids. We thought about what we could name them and what they might look like we even talked about how we would raise them so that they would grow up to be rounded individuals. I enjoyed thinking about it all it made me feel like it might not be as scary or as hard as I think it will be to have kids as I'll have Pedri there with me to help with everything. I might not be ready right now but I know that when I am I'll have the best husband by my side to share the experience with. 

We spent the rest of the day on the beach enjoying the sun and swimming in the sea which was so warm and crystal blue it was lovely. I thought that was lovely but then we went out to dinner at a restaurant that Pedri made a reservation at and that was lovely the place was so nice and the food was delicious. That want the best part either the best part was how sexy Pedri looked his hair was slightly gelled to make it look like it does when he's just got out the shower and that's when I think he looks his best. Then there's the white shirt he had on which he left half unbuttoned showing off his chest which he knows I would enjoy staring at and he wasn't wrong. Dinner was amazing but all I really wanted was to go back to the house and have Pedri all to myself.

"What do you say we practice making a baby?" Pedri asked as soon as we stepped in the door reading my mind 

"I like the sound of that very much" I said kissing him 

~~~~~~~~~~

7 months later 

Pedri’s alarm sounded around the bedroom but I didn’t need it to wake me up as I was already sat on the bathroom floor hunched over the toilet like I have been pretty much every morning for the last few weeks. At the start I’d wake up Pedri and have him sit with me or get me water but now it’s become such a normal routine for me that I don’t bother interrupting his sleep. He turned his alarm off and must’ve seen that I wasn’t in bed beside him as the next thing I knew he was stood in the bathroom doorway rubbing his eyes to wake himself up. Then he quickly got on the floor next to me and rubbed my back while getting my hair out my face until I was able to sit up and face him.

“How long have you been up?” Pedri asked 

“Since 5 so not as bad as yesterday” I said 

“Now you’re going to call me crazy but just hear me out I think you should take a pregnancy test I know we aren’t necessarily trying but we haven’t been exactly careful and you’ve been so sick and haven’t got any better so maybe you’re pregnant” he said

“You’re right I’ve known I should probably take a test for a few day now I’ve just been scared I think I’m ready but what if I’m not” I said 

“Lets worry about that later how about I go get you a test and then once we know the result we can think about other things” he said 

“Ok” I replied 

He quickly got changed and went out to the nearest store to buy me a test which didn’t take long as he was back within 15 minutes with a few different tests a he didn’t know which one was best. I decided that I’d just take them all that way we’d have a definitive answer. I took the tests then left them on the bathroom counter and went to find Pedri so we could wait together for the result. Since we got married I’ve thought more about kids and what our lives would be like if we had a baby and over time the thought has become a lot less daunting and scary but now that it could be happening all these feelings are coming straight back. I mean what if I’m not a good mum and what if things are a lot harder than they are made out to be and I have to deal with it all by myself while Pedri is away it’s all so overwhelming. 

The three minute wait for the result went by so quickly that I didn’t have time to prepare myself to actually look at it. I couldn’t bring myself to do it so I made Pedri go and get the tests but he refused to look at them without me he handed me one while he had the others and told me to turn it over when I was ready. I took a deep breath to calm myself down before flipping the test to see two pretty obvious lines staring right back at me. In that moment all the feelings of fear went away and all I felt was pure joy. I didn’t think I’d feel so excited but knowing that I was actually pregnant really made my heart feel full. As it turns out I think I was ready without even knowing as I don’t think I’d be this happy if I wasn’t ready to be a mum.

“We’re having a baby” I said not able to believe it 

“How are you feeling about it?” Pedri asked 

“I’m actually really happy I can’t wait to go through this whole journey and have a baby” I said 

“I’m really happy too I can’t wait to raise this baby with you but first I’m going to take care of you until the baby gets here” he said 

“Can that start with finding something to help the sickness it’s really wiping me out” I joked 

“I will read everything I can possibly find to help you” Pedri said 

“Thank you you’re going to make a great dad you know” I said 

“And you’re going to be the best mum” he smiled 

We shared a loving kiss before I ran off to the bathroom again while Pedri teased me about kissing him grossing me out so much I had to throw up. Right now pregnancy isn’t fun but as long as I have Pedri by my side I’ll get through it and I know we’ll come out the other side as a happy little family. 

[lookingfts]

Dialogue Game - Prompts #5 and #6

#5 - "I’m pretty much fucked…" (@ottovastra)

Anthony was exhausted. Back-to-back meetings, a hysterical phone call from Hyacinth, plus he’d forgotten to eat all day, so his head was pounding and his energy was sapped. His delivery order arrived only minutes after he did, and he was preparing to tuck in to his Pad Thai when there was a knock on his door.

That wasn’t unexpected – not with his enormous family. But the woman standing on his front steps was decidedly not one of his siblings.

“Hey,” she said sheepishly. “I’m really sorry to bother you, but my car broke down and your light was on and the tow truck is taking forever, and I’m pretty much fucked without a car – sorry, that’s not your concern – but I just really need to use your loo if that’s not too much of an imposition?”

For a long moment, Anthony didn’t respond, thoroughly distracted as he took her in. He wasn’t exactly starving for pretty women, but someone this gorgeous literally landing on his doorstep still felt like a bolt from the heavens. Tall and lithe, glowing deep skin and diamond-sharp cheekbones. Thick winding curls and eyes that seemed to glitter gold.

She arched a brow, and he realized that his silence was probably reading a bit creepy. “Oh, sorry, of course. Please, come in. Second door on the left, there.”

“Thank you so much.” The woman disappeared down the hallway, and Anthony stood there stupidly, unsure what to do. But in the few minutes it took her to return, he’d resolved. “I won’t trouble you any longer, thank you again for-.”

“Do you like Thai food?”

Super smooth, Anthony. The woman stilled, sinking her teeth into her lip. “Um, yeah. I do.”

“Well, I just had some delivered,” he explained, gesturing vaguely toward the kitchen. “And you’re welcome to wait in here for the tow truck and have some dinner, if you would like.”

She simply stared at him for a moment, and then she smiled, sending a surprisingly strong current through his blood. “I- yeah, that would be nice,” she said. “I’m Kate, by the way.”

“Right,” he laughed. They were standing in his living room, and he hadn’t even thought to introduce himself. “Anthony.”

“Anthony,” she echoed, rolling it around on her tongue, and he quite liked the way that sounded. “Well, maybe I broke down in the right place.”

He grinned, all his earlier exhaustion dissipating. Strange, how quickly his day could change. “Maybe you did.”

#6 - "You don't know how long I've waited to hear you say that." "I do-- almost as long as I've been waiting to say it." (@mimix007)

She was such an idiot.

Truly, she didn’t know. All this time, she thought it was Edwina. The way he tried to ingratiate himself into her family; sending them flowers, asking Kate questions about them, inviting them to Aubrey Hall. Why else would he do it, but to woo her lovely, sweet, worthy-of-being-a-Viscountess sister?

And so she hadn’t meant to hurt him, hadn’t thought she was hurting him, when she brought her coworker Ian to the Bridgerton holiday party. She thought he would ask Edwina and Kate just didn’t want to be alone, didn’t want to be heartbroken and pathetic in the corner. Or at least, she didn’t want everyone to see that she was heartbroken and pathetic. Feeling it was probably inevitable.

She didn’t go home with Ian, of course – he was only a friend, and one who had agreed to accompany her for the legendary buffet and gift bags in addition to friendly loyalty. She had been laying on her sofa, relieved that the night wasn’t a catastrophe, when Ben texted her. Are you dating that guy?

Kate didn’t want to admit anything – even to Ben, who would surely understand but might tell Anthony, and then what was the point? Why are you asking?

Look, I know Anthony is an idiot, and a dick most of the time. But if you didn’t want him, you could have just told him that instead of showing up with someone else. That really hurt him.

She read the text seven times before she could stop believing that she’d read it wrong. What the hell are you talking about? Anthony has been chasing Edwina, not me.

Oh, Christ. I say this with love, but you’re just as stupid as he is.

A few seconds, and then another message. He doesn’t want Edwina.

Something tightened in her stomach. If he wasn’t interested in Edwina, then either he had a thing for older women – Mary was still gorgeous, to be fair – or…

Or she’d really fucked up tonight.

She hadn’t bothered changing out of her red sequined dress, and she threw her coat back on before hopping on the tube. This was absurd, completely absurd, but she knew she had to look Anthony in the eye when she asked him for the truth. Even when he lied, she could always tell. His face betrayed him.

He started a little when he opened the door, clearly not expecting her, and Kate swallowed. “I’m not dating Ian.”

There was a dip in his shoulders as he relaxed. “You’re not?”

Kate shook her head. “You didn’t want Edwina?”

Anthony’s eyes widened, and he closed the distance between them by a step. “No, I never- I never said that, why would you-?”

She shrugged, feeling stupid. It wasn’t hard to puzzle it out, if she really thought about it. “Everyone does.”

“I don’t,” he sighed, and she held her breath. They were standing right on the edge of something, the truth that could consume them whole, and the idea of falling terrified her. But a lifetime on the edge sounded even worse. “Your sister is great, but you were the only one I ever wanted. Ben witnessed a pretty embarrassing meltdown when I saw you with that guy tonight. I just…I’m in love with you, Kate. I thought it was obvious.”

All the tension melted from his body, and he looked…free. Kate pressed her lips together, tears pricking hot at her eyes. Maybe it was obvious, or it would have been, if she hadn’t been so blind. “You don’t know how long I’ve waited to hear you say that.”

“Yeah, I do,” Anthony said, a wide smile forming on his face at the confirmation that his feelings were reciprocated, or at least welcomed. “Almost as long as I’ve been waiting to say it.”

Feeling bold, Kate stepped through his doorway, and Anthony took a step back to make room for her. “I’m in love with you,” she confessed, and the joy on his face stole all the air from her lungs. “And it’s not too late to take this dress off me tonight.”

Anthony chuckled, low and rich, shutting the door behind her and backing her gently up against it. “That,” he murmured, sliding her coat off her shoulders. “Is a brilliant idea.”

[queenwille]

let’s go step by step, since you, like your friends, like to get all overwhelmed and emotional and read whatever you like and put words in people’s mouths. mostly for the drama and shock factor, but also to sound right.

proudly? was that mentioned? no, what was mentioned, is that i am very much aware of it and, let me quote myself, “it is what it is”, in order to give both them and israelis that safety. wanna be upset about it? i get it, it is upsetting, but want to also be naive and believe that your safety ~wherever you live~ isn’t costing someone theirs? well, good for you. most people risk their lives for their freedom because it’s worth it, are you really that dumb deranged to think that there’s this reality where you can just cross a border and puff be safe and protected? lol, please. come back to earth pls. again, this is used with queer people who have family members affiliated with terror. usually higher ranking ones and not just soldiers. most especially, the main moral issue with this is them being scared of being caught and killed back at home and wanting to cut ties with their families, more than “betraying their people”. stop imposing your western culture and views on palestinians.

lol did you have that “if you haven’t been here” answer ready? because it’s so out of context to what i actually wrote that i’m wondering if you even read what i wrote, or if you have difficulties reading??? me saying that was only about all of you dummies claiming israel and israelis saying that the israeli LGBTQI+ community is the only LGBTQI+ community in the middle east with rights is pinkwashing, even though you’ve never stepped foot here. lol it really isn’t. they really do even though religious parties try to fight it all the time.

no worries, i have no need to hiDe bEhiNdE antisemitism, dear. just wondering why you didn’t answer my questions? say there was no israel, what do you reckon those queer palestinians would do, though?

you know what? it kind of seems like you do need a stamp on your passport to understand anything, but honestly? couldn’t care less lol. not my gay friends happily married and raising kids (not in TLV btw), not my arab friends, not my palestinian friends and coworkers who live in the west bank and east jerusalem and definitely not me lol. in the meantime, you can keep angry-blogging about it to and empty crowd, thinking you’re doing something 😇

okay fight me on this one but the most embarrassing pro pal movement has got to be codepink

[headcanonthings]

Natasha: 'toxic codependent familial dynamics' this. 'toxic codependent romances' that. what about toxic codependent coworkers? Natasha, pointing at Clint: I can't do my job without this guy here or I'll kill myself.

[youmeandthestarsss]

My experience with transits pt. 1

(Y’all as I’m typing this the transiting ascendant is in Gemini exactly conjunction Jupiter in my 5th house and I just have to say astrology is so accurate because I randomly just got the energy to start typing this)

Saturn transit my 2nd house: So first I’m going to start off with the positives. Ever since this transit, I’ve started saving up, got a debit card, being more wise about what I spend my money on, judging price tags a lot more, working more often, and overall became more serious about making money. But despite all of that I still REALLY hate this transit!!! Not because of the financial aspects of it but because of the physical. The 2nd house can be associated with food, clothing, and material possessions. And when it came to food istg there were times I could barely eat. I kid you not, 3 bites of food and I was DONE. FULL. I’d sometimes go almost a whole day without eating because of being bloated the whole day!! I stopped having an appetite, I could only eat small portions of food, and because it’s in Pisces, I’d sometimes drank too much water and would get completely full off of just that. Ngl there were also times I damn near felt like I couldn’t swallow my food and would kinda choke on it. Which makes sense because the 2nd house rules the throat and Saturn rules restrictions and blockages. And because of all of this I lost so much weight and I’ve become super skinny now😔🥲. I seriously can’t wait for Saturn in Aries just so I can go back to having a large appetite, getting thick, and binging everyday😭. I will say though if you’re looking to lose weight or eat better this is definitely the transit that’ll get you right but if not then you’ve been warned😭. Now when it came to the clothing aspect of this transit, I got rid of most of my clothes and gave them away but since I’ve been trying to save up, it’s been hard finding clothes that look good on me now that I’m skinny and all the clothes that I do want are super expensive because of inflation. And this has really impacted my self esteem bc of having to wear clothes that look super baggy on me now and not having the money to purchase ones that I do like. Also, returning stuff as well. This is all so Saturn in the 2nd house lol.

Jupiter in Gemini transit my 5th house: Watching tv shows a lot more, going out to watch movies, downloading games on my phone, being more active on YouTube and some social media platforms, driving more often too, road trips and short distance trips, and texting and using email more.

Uranus in Taurus transit the 4th house: So this transit happened in 2020 for me and ever since then I’ve noticed so many things. First of all Uranus rules sudden events and unexpected changes. And in my home since then, I got a bigger bed, numerous things in my house breaking so then having to buy new things to replace them, my family dynamics changed a lot, family members moving in and out of my house, family members dying, kitchen and bathroom appliances breaking all the time, changing the color of our house, desiring a new house, going house hunting, painting the doors, gardening, making our house look more “earthy”, erratic behaviors from my maternal side of the family, stray cats living outside our house, and house bills going up!

Transit Jupiter in Aries through my 3rd house plus Jupiter transit in Gemini: During these times I started learning how to drive, earned my permit then my license, spent a lot of time doing school work, used email and text a lot more, doing research on cars, and practiced driving almost everyday and even drove on the highway for the first time

Mars transit my 6th house: I spent a lot of time working and tried to pick up as many shifts as I could. Downside of this was that I got in some drama with one of my coworkers because she was not doing her job and I was left to clean up after her. I’m a Capricorn yall I can’t help it.

Transit moon in Aries in my third house: I got into an argument with a teacher at school

Transit Uranus square my moon in the 6th house: The 6th house rules ur physical body and when this happened I had an episode of my iron deficiency. I was literally at work when it had happened and felt all the symptoms and almost passed out

Transit Pluto in Aquarius conjunct my ascendant and Venus: I’ll probably make a separate post about this transit in the future because there’s a lot I can say about this transit. I’ll keep it simple but ever since it happened in early 2023, I’ve had to reevaluate how I see the world and how I view people. Its also increased my desire to glow up and get surgery and some other cosmetic procedures done. Wanting to change the entire way I look, changing and upgrading my wardrobe, investing more in makeup and beauty content, building up a Pinterest board, facing reality, changing my type in men, constantly reminding myself that glitter isn’t always gold, constantly reminding myself that life isn’t social media, constantly reminding myself that people are just souls at the end of the day, struggling with detachment since aqua rules detachment but Pluto rules obsession, and etc. lmk if you want more info about this transit!

[laughingcatwrites]

As a reminder that good exists out there, a coworker recently confessed to me that he found out his child is questioning their identity (kid's gender redacted for this post). The kid is keeping it from him, so he can't say anything to them or show that he knows, but he's doing his best to get mentally prepared and educated so that he'll be ready whenever his kid does feel comfortable enough come to him.

For context, this guy is a big, bulky middle aged dude who loves sports and typical outdoor "manly" activities. As his coworker and friend, I know he's a kind and sweet teddy bear of a person, but his kid probably views him as a stern, authoritarian figure, the way most teenagers view their parents. His family lives in a conservative area, so I'm sure between that, their dad's looks and interests, and the fact that their dad is a Figure of Authority, the kid is worried that they won't be accepted.

But you know what? When he found out about his kid, the first thing he did was reach out to his closest queer friend and ask for resources for parents of questioning children. His biggest fears are that his kid will be bullied or discriminated against and won't feel comfortable enough to be themself. His second action was to find himself a mentor in another parent who went the same situation (kid coming out in a conservative town). The other person is preparing him for some of the struggles his kid may face and the fights he may need to take on as a parent to make sure his kid is safe and treated well.

Something I want to emphasize for people focused on language as the primary method of allyship is that when we spoke, he used some outdated terms and thoughts about gender and sexuality. That does not make him bad. These were the terms and thinking used about questioning teenagers when he was growing up and he never needed to learn more current ones. But now that he does have that need, he's throwing himself in head first because that's his kid and he's darn well going to make sure that his kid feels welcomed and has a safe place to be themselves even if they never come out to him.

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When Marcille roleplayed as Chilchuck’s wife because it’s a normal way to engage in gossip of course of course, her appearance is really just her as a half-foot in a common dress and two braids. Uncharacteristically simple for her, though she did wear those as a half-foot too. At the end of canon, Chilchuck, implicitly by the text ~filling the hole in her heart~ by doing her hair for her when she lost the will to care for it herself, puts it in two braids.

She’s one step closer to her "I wonder what Chilchuck would be like as a husband" fantasy…. Don’t give up girl dreams come true, keep asking him about spending the rest of your daily lives together Mfw his love language is acts of service

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Everything is very horrible today in an autistic meltdown kinda way so either I'll pop off and draw a lot or lay face down in bed doing nothing for several hours we'll just have to see