#or can they at least not leave me on read i mean that'd be nice

[end-orfino]

Me: Wow I love seeing this one person's analysis and rambles about this specific fandom that they're fixated on, they're making really interesting points and it's nice to read their posts. Also it's fun to see them talk about this specific character that's their fav, they clearly put a lot of thought into all this. Like a specialist on that one character or smth lol Me when I do the same kind of overanalyzis and fixate on a specific character: I should be stoned. with rocks

[raayllum]

"Do you want me to wash your hair?" for rayllum?

The Starscraper, despite its intrigue and mystery, has bathrooms like anywhere else, although Rayla knocks first before entering her and Callum's quarters at all.

They'd been given a room and ensuite to share upon arrival, and while she'd blushed a little leaving her parents to come here, well... She was grown and in love. There wasn't much they could say, even if Runaan glowered.

Besides, however much Callum had said he was okay after the de-coining, she knew he'd been quiet and lightheaded. Which was why, after a few seconds of no reply, she pushed their door open and tentatively poked her head in.

"Callum?"

He was standing by the bed, shirtless (she ignored the heat in her cheeks) and turned to the side, seemingly looking at his reflection in the mirror leaning up against the far wall. Even from this angle, circular scars were evident on his upper chest, one looking more like a bite mark near his abdomen—souvenirs from Finnegrin's ship, and Rayla's stomach churned like the sea at the thought he'd ever been in that much pain.

It took a second, but then Callum noticed her, shifting to face her. His new white shock of hair, threaded into one of the locks that curved over his face, hung over his eyes. Another unpleasant souvenir from the de-coining spell. Callum had said the coins had some residual dark magic tainting, that Star magic was ancient and unpredictable—that the white hair wasn't from actual dark magic itself, but... Rayla didn't know how much she believed him.

Or how much he believes himself, given the look in his eyes.

She crosses the room in three quick strides, her discomfort and distraction on the back burner as she places a hand on his shoulder, lifting his face to hers. "Least we match," she says, brushing back the white. His lips twitch. "Were you getting ready to bathe?"

She can't think of another reason he'd be taking his clothes off. At least not one that makes sense outside of foolish, distracting fantasies—

He nods, blushing a bit himself. "Yeah." He rubs the back of his neck, grimacing. The magic had taken a toll on his body too. "Just got lost in thought."

She thinks of how he'll have to reach up and behind if intends to wash his back, or... "I could join you," she says and then quickly clarifies, "to—outside the tub, I mean. To wash your hair. If you want."

Primals above she was such a—

Callum softens and leans into her. "That'd be nice," he admits, even if the flush doesn't leave either of their faces.

She still turns away as he fully disrobes, waiting till he lets her know he's fully in the water, light steam rising from the tub before she turns back around and settles behind the rim on a spare chair. She focuses on washing his hair while he wipes a rag along his chest, pleased when she can hear him hum happily—maybe even murmuring some more of that sweet, silly, Ocean arcanum poetry under his breath—a sure sign that he's finally relaxing.

She brushes back his hair, running her sudsy fingers through the white streak, and he sits up more along the rim, craning his neck to glance at her.

"There's an Ocean poem, y'know," he says, forcing nonchalantness, his fingers tapping nervously. "Reminded me of some stuff I've read about the Moon arcanum. About how water, or the moon, changes, but..."

"It's still always inherently the same," she says, "no matter its appearance?"

He nods. She rinses out his hair and the leans over to kiss his forehead, and then the white streak for good measure.

"I think that's true," she murmurs, "but I think you'd know better than me, Mister Mage."

Callum smiles and then settles under her hands, sighing. "Thank you, Rayla."

She thinks of how he brought her back from the brink, when he was just the ghost inside her head that she didn't want, persistent and caring as always. How could she think anything else of him? How could she offer anything less in return?

She reaches forward and takes his hand, the nervous tapping quelled. "Always."

[nogenderbee]

Hi bee, may I rqs oneshot Reo with childhood friends to lover trope?

So reader and Reo are childhood bestie but they both separate for years because reader's parents have a job or something to do that make reader need to follow their parents and leave Reo behind but they made promise that they will meet each other again eventhough they don't know when. Until few years later, they both meet again and surprisingly reader in the same school as Reo

Absolutely! I may or may've not had a bit too much fun with this... but hopefully you'll still like it as much as I enjoyed writing this! ^^

♡˗ˏ✎*ೃ˚ 𝕄𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕗𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕤 ₊˚ˑ༄

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Reo meeting childhood friend!reader

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ fluff

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ no one in TagList

You finally came back to your native city after almost 10 years. You knew there was absolutely no chance for any of your old friends remembering you so you decided to start a new life here.

You were just going through corridors of your new school as you tried finding your class. You brough the paper a bit closer to your face trying to read small letters, you didn't even noticed person coming from the opposite direction which of course lead to you two bumping into each other and loosing your balance a bit.

When you looked up you saw a boy with short purple hair and purple eyes, you were almost 100% sure it was one of your childhood friends, Reo Mikage. You wanted to ask him if it's really him right here and now but you just had to make sure he was alright first.

"Are you okey? Sorry for bumping into you..."

"Y/N? When did you came back?"

But it looks like boy you bumped into wasn't so patient, maybe he was even more excited to see you than you were to see him!

"Just three days ago... Reo? Right? You go to this school?"

"That's me. And yes, I do but looking at your plan, I don't think we're in the same clas... I can walk you to your class tho?"

He said as he handed you your plan after having quick look at it. At least you don't need to worry about finding your next class anymore!

"That'd be great! Thanks a lot!"

"Absolutely no problem."

He answered with small smile before he showed you your next class. On your way he also exchanged phone numbers with you and shared his plan with you so you two can meet whenever you'd like.

"How about I walk you home after classes? I'd be nice to catch up, wouldn't it?"

"Oh totally! Where should we meet?"

"Just wait for me in front of your last class, I will find you."

You nodded at his small suggestion. It was nice way of him saying he doesn't want you to get lost... but it's still nice to see him caring for you like it used to be!

Once final bell rang, you excitedly packed yourself. Not only because you were finally reunited with your best friend but also because you were getting reunited with your crush! You still remember your cute little crush you had when you were children. Some might think you got over it by the years but it wasn't your case... if anything it grew a lot stronger!

"Hello Y/N! Are you ready to go?"

Familiar voice woke you up from your thoughts and catched you off guard as well, leading to you being a bit more nervous. Not necessarily because you were the shy type but because the person you were daydreaming off just now woke you up fromm your exact daydreams.

"Y-Yeah! Let's go!"

But luckily for you, he didn't seemed to notice and slowly walked with you towards your place. Basically it was him guiding you to school gate but from there, you took the lead! But of course, it wasn't a quite walk as the two of you had a lot to catch up!

"I still find it impossible we met so easily you know? I mean... what are the chances I ended up in the same school as you after so many years!?"

"Heh~ Well I'm not really complaining. I know it may seem childish but I think it may be our promise doing it's thing..."

"Huh? What promise?"

Your question made small smile of Reo's turn into one of embarrassment and shyness as his cheeks became slightly more pink.

"Oh... it's fine if you don't remember. It was quite a lot of time that passed..."

He finally looked back at you, back with that small smile of his.

"I remember us promising we'll meet again, no matter how long it takes. Heh~ I even promised I'll fly over whole world just to find you."

That explanation finally hit you, you weren't even watching over your words anymore. You just enjoyed those childhood memories coming back to your head.

"Ah right, now I remember! It was around that time when I barely confessed to you about my crush! Hehe~ I can't believe you remembered it."

"C-Crush?"

When you looked back at Reo you noticed him blushing and with slighly wide eyes. That sight caused you to realize what you just said... and your cheeks also became a bit more red as you thought of possible ways of getting out of this situation.

"W-Well... uhh... hehe... we... we were kids! You know how kids are... uh... silly ideas and all! Heh..."

"Heh, yes... you're right..."

The two of you walked in silence for a little while. You were just about to break it by starting some new topic but it looks like your friend was faster than you.

"Do you still... feel the same?"

He was looking away, his cheeks were burning right now! Could it be that he... felt something for you as well?

You ran away from your crush once, when you were a child. And now world decided to give you another chance and if he's not giving you hints he likes you, then you may as well change school because there's no way you're keeping it in again! Someone needs to be the brave one here!

You collected all your courage and looked straigh at him as you said your next words.

"Yes. Yes, I do."

It was easy to say your sudden eye contact made the boy next to you more flustered but he tried his best to also collect his courage. He didn't wanted you to get the wrong idea after all!

"Would you believe me if I said I do too? Since we were children actually..."

His sudden confession got you a bit surprised. Not only because he loved you as well right now but because he had a crush on you as children and you didn't notice anything!!

"Seriously!? So we both were oblivious of each others feelings for this long...?"

"I-It looks like so..."

In that moment you arrived at your place, as if world wanted to ruin this beatiful moment for both of you. Boy knew where this will go so he gently grabbed your hand, also making you look at him.

"In that case... would you let me take you to cafe? Tomorrow? After school?"

You just nodded excitedly. Both of you were blushing messes in that moment but it was obvious none of you mind, after all that was the moment when you and your crush finally got together! You thought it'll only happen in you dreams and yet here you are!

He soon let go of your hand but just after he placed a soft kiss on it's back. Before walking away he said few last words...

"I can't wait for tomorrow then~"

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[captainmera]

Not asking something but just saying, I have just scrolled casually your profile and your art is AMAZING and from the answers to other asks that I've read, you look like such a nice person 🥹. It's inspiring also because I see that you're consistent and post because of the love of posting stuff and not for the amount of likes which is admiring

I think I'm an alright person, all things considered! I'm not without my flaws and I sure as heck am not perfect.

I'm just an optimist, I have a poets heart so I am ridiculous, romantic and eccentric in my approach to life. It doesn't work for everyone but it works for me.

Having fun for the sake of fun, is one of them!

I don't actually understand numbers. I'm mildly dyslexic and severely dyscalculic. So numbers has no meaning to me, neither does time, value, distance or volume.

I think it's a blessing and a curse. Because I do understand that, in this day and age, numbers of likes equalize some sort of value.

A lot of people I have spoken to feel like failures if their work has little engagement, and I can't stand here and say I'm above that, 'nor do I look down on anyone who needs numbers.

I think everyone feels the tremors of recognition and wanting validation for your work.

We live in a time of social currency being reduced to engagement on various platforms of choice.

And for some, those numbers actually mean real money. So it isn't so simple anymore. People gotta eat. I'm just very privileged in that regard, I live in Sweden on minimum living, which is far better than most places. I don't have to worry about surviving too much.

So it is unfair if I were to stand here and say numbers are stupid.

But if we take out surviving from the equation:

Thing with numbers is, though, that you can get a lot of numbers in one place, little in another, and get hung up on why one space is less successful. And that's the crux of the problem, innit? You put your value in the response.

It is very unmotivating to live like that. But I also think it's difficult to dethatch yourself completely from numbers. It's not avoidable. It's right there. All the time. If there was a button where you could choose not to see it, that'd be one thing. But you DO see it, it leaves a print in you every time you look at anything online - there's a number. You even participate by liking and disliking things you see.

And even then, it is going to take active work on your own part to recognise every single time you feel disappointed or want to sigh at the lack of response to something you've made.

We are humans, we need validation. And unfortunately, the culture we live today is shaped unfavourable to the needs we have for positive affirmations.

HOWEVER! There is a way to work with the grain here.

For me, I see value in comments. Because then I actually talk with people and I get to discuss things and connect. It doesn't matter if there's a five likes or a thousand likes on something, because it might just be someone scrolling by anyway. Comments however! :D

The real deal are people who stop, and say hi, and leaves a word. Then I know how many people I have actually reached/touched/connected with! You know? It doesn't have to be a good comment, it can be visceral. But at least then I have some feedback to work with.

I , personally (me), struggle with what to do with numbers. I mostly go "Oh, neat!" if it's a hit one. And then I move on. Comments make me beam. I like people. :')

That's art for ya.

Which is fun! I want to have fun, I want to touch people's hearts and I want to connect. I want to create things that speaks. I don't know if I'm doing that if all I have is a number. But comments! That's a person! :D They can tell me more than a number if I made them feel anything at all.

It's about reconceptualising what's important to you. I think?

I like people... You know?

But truth is, they aren't your friends. They are strangers. You cannot let a stranger, or a group of strangers, tell you your value - not by a like number, not by the amount of comments, or impressions, or whatever else.

In the end of the day, you have to remember why you want to do what you do.

For me?

Well, I used to have people around me who made me feel like nobody would like anything I make... And I really internalised that as a kid and young adult.

And then one day I thought "Well, I like it." and I started sharing my stuff online again. I got some people who reinforced the beliefs I had about my stuff being worthless.

But you know..... It had worth to me?

Maybe that was good enough.

I think so.

So now I just want to have fun. :)

Regardless if anyone is here or not. I still want my friends to like it, obviously! But in the end of the day, if I was the last person on earth - I want to do it because I love doing it.

Sometimes things have meaning, just by being. Nobody has to be there to see it happen. Things can grow beautiful, whatever it is beheld or not.

:)

[notquitecharlie]

1/22/24

(I wrote this on paper last night or technically early this morning. Im doing a little better now. Not much but a little, I'm gonna transcribe it best I can because parts are rambly, I'm sorry)

Dear Friend,

I dont think i can do this anymore. I fucking know that I can't. I'm going back to the homeschool program that I used to do. I feel like the boy who cried wolf with every one of these letters but sometimes writing to you makes me feel ok for a little bit. I know how i'd do it. Wanna know something funny? I'm the problem! I mean that with sincerity. My parents rules aren't unrealistic. they just want me to be straight and normal. They just always want ti know who I'm with, where I am and what I'm doing and saying. It's not unrealistic. They're just caring and thats so good and ice and I'm so grateful that I have people that that that that that that care you know. It's makes me so happy. So happy. It's my fault. Isn't that silly? Are you laughing friend? I feel bad I never make you happy. You make me so happy, you're who I have and i just say sad sad sad sad fucking things alllll the time. But its funny you seem to care about me. You say nice things and you click the little heart but thats just becuase you dont know me. You care (or at least let me think you care) about some stupid 17 year old that's fucked up in the head and I don't know where I'm going with this. I'm so sorry. Why do you deal with me? I don't make anything better or nice or good. I am un-loveable. I am useless. I don't deserve to be alive. Why do you let me pretend people care? That's so kind. It's 2 a.m. I've been sitting in a corner of my bed since about 10 p.m. I haven't been reading, I've just been sitting here scared of myself. Too scared of myself to let myself get out to where the sharp things and the painkilling things are. I found this old notebook by reaching under my bed a minute ago. Imagine if someone I live with read this! That's be so silly friend. Everythings so silly. My parents said if I finish my associates degree before I'm 18 and I move out for college they won't support me or have a relationship with me. That's fair. A bit of bad timing though because I have a semester and a half of credits to complete. I'm so hungry and cold. Ha. Imagine if i died that way. I'm only 10 pounds underweight. I could be like the guy in Elevation by Stephen King and just watch it keep going down until it's time to die. That'd be funny. I don't remember the last time I felt hungry though. I don't eat much but I never get hungry either. This is odd. odd. odd. odd. odd. odd. But i can't get up and leave the bed. Writing has made it a little better but the kitchen? Where all the best things are? No. I'll be fine. I don't know what I'd eat anyways. I'm so sorry. I know it's bad to complain about hunger. I'm so sorry. I don't deserve food yet theres so much. I feel so bad about that. So bad. I hope you'll forgive me. And I don't know why I just complained about being cold when I have blankets. I'm so fucking ugrateful. I'm so sorry. I'm sorry. I am. I'll do better. I'll be better. I'm sorry.

Love always,

M.

[corruptratcat]

hii good evening, I was wondering if you could write a toya x gn reader (so everyone can read) but hes comforting them because they aren’t really doing okay mentally? just been going through some stuff lately.

Just relax for a bit

Touya Aoyagi x gn!reader || Scenario

(A/N): Hope you're feeling better now, your mental health is important !! And I also may have given this fic my all so its a lil bit longer than usual ;w;

You rested your head with your arms around your school desk, honestly wanting all of it to end, you felt like you wanted to stop time and take a breather or just stop completely. You weren't feeling it and just, you couldn't describe this feeling any better than feeling tired and exhausted and stressed, you just couldn't take it anymore.

You felt a little uncomfortable in this position but honestly who cares at this point, you know time will move on from now and you'll have to get over this but you just can't, you just want it all to stop. Suddenly your shoulder has been tapped on by someone causing you to get your head up and look from where that hand had come from.

"Oh, did I disturb you?" You look up to see Touya "Don't worry it's nothing," You forced a smile and took a look at your watch, there's still a few minutes before class starts again, there's nothing much you can do about it, you really can't stop time now do you and just have to live with it "[Name], are you okay?" Touya asks.

"I'm not." You unintentionally said it with an annoyed voice, "Sorry, right, I'll-" "Wait no uh," You quickly turned to him and see his worried expression "I should be sorry, it's just that I'm not in a good mood, and I just," You didn't know how to continue your sentence with words to describe it and faced back at your front and sighed.

"I want it all to end," That was the only way to describe it, you just wished all this stress and this pressure you're in wasn't there and you were free, but... "What? End what?" The school bell suddenly rang and you looked back at Touya changing your position with your head up and posture fixed "Let's just talk about this later," You look away and took a peek at your clock, it'll take a while for this hell to end.

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School's done and you've been feeling as if Touya had been paying attention at you in class, glancing at him back and both of you quickly looking away, and at least trying to pay attention to class but it can't be helped. You were about to leave until Touya catches up to you leaving the school and puts his hand at your shoulder.

"Hm? Oh, hey," You rotated your head for a second to at least take a look at Touya as he took his hand off your shoulder "[Name], if there's something wrong you can just tell me," Well it's on this topic again, you took a deep breathe and looked down walking along and being a bit hesitant but soon deciding to let it all out "I, I can't handle this anymore," You wanted to let it all out but didn't want for Touya to worry too much.

"What can't you handle? I'll help." Touya had what seemed to be like a slight determined expression on his face and taking another deep breathe, you spoke "It's just that so much pressure has been put on me and it just stresses me out so much and I don't even know what to do anymore, of course I know what to do but it's just that," You tried to calm yourself down and shut your mouth at the mean time.

You didn't want to make Touya more worried and concerned as much as he already was, "If you'd like, I can stay over at your place for a while and I had been wanting to give you something." "Is that so... Well sure, I think that'd be nice," You two kept walking to your home, it was completely silent but it wasn't that big of a deal, it let you at least calm down, shortly after you two arrived at your home.

You grabbed the keys and opening the door "Are your parents not home?" "They're at work so," You answered Touya's questions and quickly took off your shoes at the entrance as he does so too closing the door then leading him to your room "Finally home," You sighed and placed your bag somewhere in the floor, you'll deal with that later immediately laying at your bed and letting out a big sigh.

Touya sits right next to you and searches for something on his bag "Well I wanted to give this to you earlier, though it didn't seemed like a good time to," You look at Touya and roll closer to him "What is it?" You sit up and tried to take a peek as he pulled out something from his bag, a small plushie that he held with one hand "It's a plushie I got for you, it reminded me of you in a way."

You looked at it for a while, trying to reach for it as Touya hands it to you so you get a hold of it, you held it with your two hands and squished it, you slightly smiled at the sight of it "Thank you," You showed your genuine smile to him "Do you want any help with your homework? I'm guessing those are one of the things that's stressing you out,"

"Let's do that later, I just wanna relax."

"Alright then,"

You let yourself lay down on the bed again, letting go of all control on your body and holding the plushie close to you, Touya seemed a bit hesitant to do the same but did it anyways "I just want to sleep all day but that's not possible now is it," You repeatedly squished the plushie softly and Touya turns his head to your side "It's possible but then again," "Maybe you should try to stop thinking about your problems for a bit," You then looked at him, turning your head to him as well as you both look at each other.

"If you want to relax, stop thinking all about it and give yourself some time." Touya turns his head back to face the ceiling, you do the same and close your eyes, trying to find peace in yourself, though this wasn't the best method, you still couldn't stop thinking all about it, you felt as if you were going to cry, you just wanted to let it all out, but you were hesitant.

There were much more problems rather than school, or other stuff, you just wanted to run from it all, you felt hopeless about the future, there's much more responsibility you'd gain in the future and you aren't ready for that, no matter how long it'll take to get there it'll happen eventually, "[Name]? Are you ok?" Touya was sitting up and has a worried face as you haven't noticed a tear had already escaped through your eye.

"I-I'm fine, that's nothing don't worry," You wiped the tear, trying to control them but they still come out as you sniffed "Come here," Touya opens his arms for you and signals you to come closer and feel his embrace, you felt like refusing but gave in away and went closer to him as he gently pulled you his arms.

He caressed your hair, combing the strands with his fingers, you felt warm but just wanted to cry, you just needed to, letting out more tears until you fully cry in his shoulder, you just wanted to run from it all, just escape from it all, if you were given the chance you'd take it. Just please, please.

You've never gotten the chance to let it all out, you've only been bottling up these emotions and you can't anymore, there's too much, there's too much. Touya rests on the pillow and tries to make it much more comfortable for both of you, his uniform had a puddle on the shoulder formed already.

It took a while for you too stop, as you kept on sniffing, your eyes were tired and you've sat up after that, Touya grabbed the tissue placed at your desk and wiped the tears, "Are you feeling much better now?" He stopped wiping and gave you some time to speak "I think, well much better than before at least,"

"If you'd like to continue resting, we can," Touya threw the tissue at the trash can and sat down next to you "I guess that'd be nice," You two got back and decided to cuddle a bit, with the plushie on the center of course, he gently played around with your hair again but you finally get to relax much more than before.

[ram-de]

[read] all of our demise thoughts vomit

The last post is getting far too long so I'm making a new one. I'll be treating this like this is my private Twitter account whatever💀

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No way they're becoming a local teenage celeb, I guess it's not far too removed from reality that a murderer (no matter how justified) would gain some large number admirers😭

Sure the Grieves had it bad but man Gavin... HE'S GONNA WIN THIS GAME. (and by win I mean snatching Lowe and lived happily ever after somewhere in a place that does not send kids to murder games). The story too, surely he's not going to die at the end right... R-RIGHT....

When the characters written that they cried or teared up rather easily I felt like it's a nice reminder that beneath all that curses and fights they did they're still like 16 years old kid being put in a murder game which most of them participate by the nature of tradition...

Someone save my girlie Isobel from the harassment💀 AND THAT INCLUDES HER SLIMY FATHER... Wait. His father steals from small shop... That shouldn't surprise me since this family vultures on dead people's magick...

My girl Isobel is also quickly flippant and impulsive, now that's a good traits for a champion. She's so self-important and annoying hsgshsjsh

"Maybe it's because of the curse breaking," UGH SHUT UP FINLEY... MAKE UP A BETTER REASON... /something that's deviate from the rules happens/ "oh maybe it's" OKAY SHUT UP... I GET IT THE FIRST TIME AROUND... if they want to remind me of how everything can be explained with "curse breaking" then at least try to make it sound interesting wtf....

Hm.. They're pairing Isobel and Reid. I frankly did not care enough for both of them. It's eh I guess. Talk about Reid, I also think for how much they hyped Reid and made him so important in the first book, the way he's dragged to the tournament because Isobel maced him to the head when he sleeps is vastly underwhelming. What do you mean in this age and era they would set some kind of protection shield when they sleep with danger around.

Why do I feel like there's isn't gonna be any more champion death after this? Leave it to Darrow and Payne because they're not the main cast in the first book. The main four isn't gonna die for sure. Maybe Gavin. Okay, wait. HENDRY. He's gonna die (again), so that Alistair can properly grief, move on and stuff. Reid may die by the end since he tampered a lot, though a glimpse of his motivation, using high magick for the better of the living condition of the people, highly naive makes me think there's gonna be a background story and he's gonna live.

So who's dying?

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Alistair is gonna be fold again hsgshsjsh my man...

NOT AGAIN STOP WITH THIS PAIRING I DID NOT LIKE THEM ONE BIT STOP INTERTWINING FINGERS YOU HERETICS

Why did the "Heroes" faction kept thinking of themselves as victim, all of those three have doubted another champions, some betrayed (and Reid is just slimy). When you corner the other two to their limits, of course they're gonna retaliate. You guys attacked them for goodness sake don't act surprised when they hit back💀

Isobel's "Who did this to you?!" to Briony when just few hours ago she planned to murder her and Finley in their sleep. She's so, uh, I'm sorry but, fake😒

Finley as a character seems so flat hsgshsh he's like the golden boy. Perfect, charming and is Briony's boyfriend. He sticks to his values and that's it. WE NEED HIM AT THE STAKE... NEXT VICTIM.

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Another day another session of procrastination. IM SO EXCITED.

ALRIGHT. Briony is kinda real for her decision. They can break the curse /the wrong way/ although that'd means all champions will die. She's still a /hero/ through and through. When the hero complex paying off👍 The kiss in the rain is very dramatic lmao

"Don't die, I'm the one who gets to kill you, okay?" PEAK ROMANCE‼️‼️‼️

For such grave injuries, a single spell surely saved the day just like that. That was very, anticlimactic idk😭

Isobel/raid pairing chapter... Snooze... Briony/Finley however, is starting to grow on me.

How many times are they gonna kept reusing the same Isobel's betrayal plot again SIGH ITS GETTING TIRING NOW MAKE UP YOUR DAMNED MIND GIRL URGH the only one who actually cares ending the damn game is Briony and she's carrying a lot here💀

Briony is such a girlboss she's so cool

Reid is such a loser I NEED HIM GONE😭 HE KEPT STOPP LOWER I NEED HIM BURIED SIX FEET UNDER... SCREW U REID. Even I wouldnt pair this slimy ghoul with Isobel gosh poor her😭 I know he's probably gonna have another one of these "my childhood so tragic uwu" but I'd he's a slime

Hsgshsjsh the satisfaction I felt. The build up to that hammer slam is SO GOOD. there's so a fluff moment I'm cryinf😭 (they were about to torture a slime) oh goodness I should be sick but then again they're torturing a slime so I don't feel as bad

After a while I just realized Reid is written as a classic villain cartoon character, he's just like Spandam from OP hsgshshs

Another Isobel/Reid chapter and slime flirtation PACK IT UP I DON'T HAVE TIME FOR THJS wait briony/finley is a power duo

"You're welcome," OH SHUT UP YOU SLIME ughj knowing he has a romance plot line soon makes me repulsed SHOVE IT AWAY KEEP IT HIDDEN GET IT OUTTA HERE

briony girlboss but also innes deathflag😭

STOP IT WITH ANOTHER SLIME GERMINATION URGHH WE NEVER REALLY NEED A REID MACTAVISH IN THE SECOND BOOK I HATE SLIMES URGHH ugh it's been like 2 pages but it felt so long IS THIS WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU READ A BOOK THROUGH A CHARACTER YOU HATE

one good thing about this chapter is them picking up the pace. get over it whatever I'm tired of reading you slime ass flirting and calling eachother darlings GO MERGE SOMEWHERE ELSE

Huh at least the slime had some self-awareness. Good enough, I guess. Still a slime though. OH SHUT UP YOU DON'T GET TO WABBLE ABOUT DOING GOOD AND JUSTICE AND ALL SHUT UPPPP

Ugh when will this chapter end I miss my clumsy son Alistair

Okay finally isobel FINALLY SHE MADE UP HER MIND though she ended up confiding with a slime ykw good for her whatever PACK IT UP I WANNA SEE ALISTAIR

Now why is Gavin's chapter a measly 8 pages while Isobel got like 14?! I'm so close to doing a kpop stan ramble about song line distribution hsgzhsjsjhs but also only 4 chapters of Isobel left (which means less slime appearance and mention) I CHEERED

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O-oh... Gavin's family is TRASH. GARBAGE. UTTER STANKY PILE NON-RECYCABLE WASTE. I need them gone. I need Gavin to pull an Alistair....

Fergus you're in THIN ICE right now.

I teared up just a bit shgshsjsahah Gavin you deserve all the world and a half😭

I just realized Alistair (Cottage, Crown) have mismatched Relic and Landmark with Gavin (Castle, Shoes) THAT'S... THAT'S CUTE

Hendry's life wishes broke me too HELP ILVERNATH IS ABUSING CHILDREN SEND THEM ALL TO THERAPY (except maybe the slime he should've went to therapy FAR AWAY from the OG cast)

GAVIN IS CURED THSI IS THE BEST DAY EVER

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"The slime has changed" LMAOO just like all the other two pairs of course everyone changed once they meet their partner Isobel and the slime, Briony and Finley, heck even Gavin and alistair too (on progress) but WELL WHO CARES once a slime forever a slime, PLEASE PERISH IN THE NEAR FUTURE

I'm cryinf Alistair is such a dramatic guy😭 you've been in dungeon for like 14 hours my man hsgshshhs

HWNDRY😭 THE FAREWELL MADE ME WEPT it happened so fast shgshah I don't know what happened but ;-; PLEASE HAVE A GOOD LIFE YOU TWO 😭

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Each time the slime said the word 'darling' my will to read depletes by 1% SHUT UPPP

Briony's redemption arc is done so beautifully, she let go of the burden and her own expectation of being a /hero/😭

I really can't take anymore of the slime/sobel flirting scene... WRAP IT UP.... CRAFT THE DSMN CROWN‼️

I'll give them props for not putting the slime in a rosy tinted glasses through Isobel's perspective. YOU STILL MANIPULATED A LOT OF DESPERATE KIDS THAT'S ABOUT TO DIE YOU SLIME... like yucky murky mud slime.

I never want to read about slime mating ritual😭 please don't put that in the story ever again...

AAAAAAAAAAAAAH the fakeout death... I don't know if it's fake but I'm sure he's gonna heal one way or another. Alistair needs to LIVE...

ALISTAIR ON HIS TIPTOES... HES ADORABLE AND CUTIEFUL (he has a kill count of four people)

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Another day another aood reading sesh

IM SO WEAK WITH FAMILY REUNION AAHH it's fine Isobel hsgshsj now who invited her slimy dad to this party

Of course the slime will slither into the most slimy role at the end of the story. He's a slime guys... Don't trust slime... I THIS HOUSE WE DETEST morally ambiguous (not really but like u get it) character like REID MACTAVISH

Though if he actually commits to his slimy role and be the villain he ALWAYS IS I'll actually like him a bit better. Like, he's not halfassing things. If that's the case then he's cool. NO SILLY PLOTLINES LIKE isobel's convincing him out of love or like friendship power bullshit (that's only reserved for characters I like so that I can look past some plot conveniences like Alistair and Gavin hsgshsjsh love u two) alright give me the slime show reid I'm prepared

AUGH whatever he's not that interesting😒 he's not even deserving the title of slime anymore whatever

BRIONY SACRIFICE??? HWGATSGWHHWGSYSY THIS IS NASTY THAT was so grotesque😭 GIRLIE I'M SORRY AAAHH her whole story of being set up as a hero but when she ended up having a dream and wishes past hero complex, they killed her off like😭 I guess it's like thematic in how she's ended up as the hero, something she always strived and chased to be, who also sacrificed her life but come on😭 she's been the one who's actually working her ass off trying to end the tournament and like she deserves better, at least like SURVIVING

Omg fuck im not even attached that attached to her character😔

The funeral is is a nice closure😭

Ugh the slime is crying, fine, he's okay. That makes him a bit human. I'd pat his head once or twice. I'll probably still think of him as a slime the next time I reread but for now he's just a guy.

J-jawdrop... Am I not getting my Alistair/Gavin happy ending😭 O-oh a long distance is good enough I guess

THE ENDING😭 AHHHHHHHH MY HEART IS FULL THAT WAS A RIDE. I NEEDED A LONGER EPILOGUE because what was that shgshsjshhsh everyone sort of get their closure except maybe Finley because he's not the main cast. Grieve's parents not mentioned anywhere (as they should but also I need them gone), Marianne Jr. Sort of handled to Calista (whol also is a Grieve and she's been so shitty to Gavin this is like the least she could do to help him like seriously screw her and her parents SHE NEVER APOLOGIZED TOO I think or if she did it doesn't leave an impact coz I didn't remember). Then again Alistair does really need a thorough therapy away from Ilvernath (everybody needs to actually) and I doubt he can take care of a kid that reminds him of murder house sjgzhzjs

AHSGUSGSGSH ALRIGHT ALRIGHT I REALLY ENJOYED THE READ THAT WAS ALL OF US VILLAINS (I think the slime Reid is the only one deemed to be villain but he also switched lädt minute, the others aren't really villainy except when they kill. Alistair is a clumsy short king, Briony is literally a hero, Gavin brought up to be the sacrificial sheep, Isobel may or may not have a teensy bit of villainy a.k.a but also that's her being a survivor, Finley sticks to his moral code and even after abandoning it he's still a hero by Briony's side, Elionor is unhinged and a girlboss and Carbry I forgot about who are you son)

[discyours]

since you're a very ssa-leaning bi woman, have you've ever made people feel confused and like they seriously believe you to be a lesbian instead of bi? i don't read as straight at all, but i also apparently don't read as bi either. people of all orientations have told me that they seriously think me to be a lesbian, despite years of confusion on my end and 'trying' on labels before just shrugging and going "welp i'm just bi i think" right now. but i think it's the ssa-leaning part that's making things complicated. also, how does you being ssa-leaning bode with having this relationship with a man right now? does he know and does he ever get insecure about your desires oriented towards women rather than men? you don't have to answer if this is too personal but i feel like we have a lot in common regarding our orientation and trauma, so it's nice to hear from another like myself. <3

I'd say I'm pretty straight passing right now, but I did used to have an online lesbian friend/mentor who invited me to some kind of lesbian meetup after I'd realised I was bi. "I'm not a lesbian though" was met with "well it's for all young lesbians, regardless of what you're calling yourself right now". And semi dated a woman who also didn't really accept that I might be (or as it turns out, am) bi. I think the issue is that people take it quite personally when someone they heavily relate to identifies differently than they do. Society's pressure for women to be with men is really strong. You really have to be quite confident in yourself to assert that that isn't something that's going to work for you, and that confidence can be shaken when you meet someone who seems to be like you but doesn't consider themselves to be 100% incompatible with men. I don't really blame anyone for finding my sexuality confusing, I just ask that they grant me the same level of patience for initially mislabeling myself.

As for my bf, yes he absolutely knows and I think that's the reason that this is the first healthy, functional heterosexual relationship I've ever been in. Pressure is the death of healthy attraction, and in the past I've always felt the need to feign feelings I didn't have. Women are conditioned to always do The Nice Thing. Refusing to call someone handsome even though he just called you pretty is not The Nice Thing. Turning down a guy you aren't attracted to is not The Nice Thing. Telling your partner you don't love him back is not The Nice Thing. I actually convinced myself that I had a "type" for ugly (old, fat, just downright strange looking) men, because at least they don't expect you to find them handsome (doesn't work, they're insecure and I only ended up feeling more pressure to salvage their self esteem by lying to them).

When I first met my bf we had a good connection and bonded over both struggling to develop normal romantic feelings (in general, not towards each other) despite wanting to. I was 100% honest with him from the start about finding men (including him) ugly and there were never really any expectations that that'd change. Which I guess isn't the same as not having any hard feelings about it but he never has. All either of us has ever cared about is that we're both happy with whatever kind of relationship we have, and that's gradually grown into one where we're both physically and romantically attracted to each other.

Being more attracted to women than I am to men doesn't mean I'd leave him for some random woman who happens to be my type. It means I never could've built a relationship with him based on initial physical attraction. Once you're in a long term relationship I don't think it makes any sense to be insecure about that (and when we weren't in a long term relationship it didn't make any sense either, because the feelings required in order to be hurt weren't there). All being with me instead of a woman who does have a lot of surface attraction towards men means now is that he knows I'm attracted to him because of who he is and because of the degree to which he's been able to make me feel comfortable, not because he has abs (which he did when we met, and now he doesn't have to worry about losing them). The capacity to be attracted to other people is there for straight women too, so being bothered just because mine is aimed towards women would have to be based on either homophobia or an inability to believe that I actually like him. We wouldn't be in a relationship for very long if either of those applied.

[standfortheangels]

Hobbies: you and Mike :D

Send one for the Mun and Muse to have a conversation comparing...

(I'm gunna be real... I misread this meme X) I missed that it was ic writing- but I put that meme up and I shall deliver! I'm going to do a Stan Lee for these and pretend I'm a character in their universes rather than being their Creator, so, I'm still me and what I say in these is true (minus the basically housebound element, like I will have to pretend I go places and talk to people >w>"), but we're A- removing the chance that they'll either get mad at me over their story or have an existential crisis, and B- making it so that I Don't already know everything about them. Otherwise it'd be more like an interview than a conversation.)

(For this one, I'm going to say... We're sat on opposite benches at the park. I tell my family to go on without me so I don't overdo it on walking. They can circle back and I'll leave with them, but in the meantime, I'll just sit and draw. I decide to draw the guy on the bench across from me. At one point, I stop looking up and down and instead focus on making the wobbly sketched lines of the bench look like actual wood planks. When I look back up, he's suddenly gone. Then I hear a voice close by...)

"Woah- hey that's great!" His sudden comment makes me jump. When I realise it's my missing model, I start to go a little flushed. He chuckles. "sorry to sneak up on you. I had a hunch you were drawing me, so I wanted to look."

I attempt a chuckle of my own, but it comes out more like a heavy, nervous breath. "Yeah, sorry. Did I make you uncomfortable?"

"What? No! Don't be! I'm honoured." he replies, resting on the back of the bench. "I'm Mike, by the way."

"Nice to meet you." I reply, and immediately falter. "Should I uh, label you?" I ask with a nervous smile, sort of pointing my pencil at the sketch. With his own, much more confident and unwavering smile, the man shrugs slightly and says, "Sure~" I scribble 'Mike' off in the top right with a little arrow.

"So uh, how much art does it take to get good like this?" He asks happily. I let out another chuckle-breath and reply, "a lot.", And start going back into the lines of one of his hands to tweak the shapes just slightly.

"I believe it." I don't look back over my shoulder, but I can tell he's watching every movement. "You know I draw a little too. But, not as good as this." He laughs, and I smile.

"Well, the point isn't to be good," I say, hoping my tone is cheery enough to match his (though that'd be a challenge), "it's about doing what you enjoy. And when you enjoy it enough to do it like, 6 days a week for 13 years or so... That practice tends to add up." He lets out a short breath and shakes his head slightly, but I can't quite read exactly what that means. Does he not believe me, or is it that I just made myself sound obsessive or something? Crap. But then..

"I can't imagine having that much dedication to that kind of skill. Though I guess when it comes out this good it's probably easier, right?" he asks with a little chuckle.

"Well, it doesn't always." He makes a sound as though he's about to object, but I cut in, "trust me, there are pages in every sketchbook that I hope never see the light of day."

"Perfectionist huh?"

I look up at him for a second, but get right back to this sketch. "No, not quite. I just.."

"Just need to rework that one finger for the eighth time?" When I look up this time, he's giving me a different kind of smile; mouth closed, brows raised, head slightly tilted. It's a little coy; Like he thinks he's got me in a corner. Which.. may be the case, as I'm not coming up with an answer to his call-out.

"Alright. Fine. Maybe I'm a little fussy with my lines." I say, no shame as i put my pencil back to work again. He gives a short laugh. The kind that sounds like a little overflow of happiness. A pure sound.

"Hey, at least you have passion, right?" He says casually. "I mean, you must have to put so much into it." I give a little hum of agreement as I move on to fixing his hair. "Everybody should have something they love like that." What a nice sentiment. "Something to help them unwind from the day, no matter how bad it gets." And that was a slightly Concerning sentiment. But, he still seemed happy. His eyes don't betray a hard day's experiences, if any existed in there. Instead, they looked at this artwork almost with boyish wonder.

"You know, if you come around this side and sit down, I could draw you properly. Do a little portrait for you."

"Really?" He straightens up a little. I give a little nod, and he steps around the bench, but pauses. "You're not going to charge me are you?"

I smile and roll my eyes. "No, don't worry. Im not like a boardwalk artist. Just, someone who draws."

"A lot." he tacks on with a cheeky smirk as he takes a seat. I roll my eyes again.

"Yep, a lot."

"So. I'm guessing you don't have time for much else, huh?" Ah. Maybe I did make myself sound obsessive. I make a little noise of disagreement, but before I can speak, he says "And don't tell me you paint. That's just art again." He has such a playful smile on his face that I can't help but smile back.

"No, no. I have painted before but, not really my thing."

A couple of quiet seconds pass as I start roughly sketching out the shapes in his hair.

"You do any tabletop games?" he asks me.

"You mean like dnd?"

"Yeah~ That, or, Clue, or Risk or Catan.."

"I- don't even know what that last one is to be honest with you."

In a sort of old kung-fu movie sensei voice (at least I think that's what he's going for), Mike straightens and says "Ah, I have much to teach you." and grins. "But for real. I play a lot. If you're looking for people to play with, I'm your guy."

How should I even respond to that? We don't know each other, I don't even think I told him my name, and now he wants to go play board games? I guess those thoughts were written on my face, because he follows up with "Or not. I mean, I get it if you don't want to go up against the master~ it seems like you probably don't spend a lot of time on other stuff. No offense."

"And switching up a game is a ton of variety?" I offer with a teasing glance.

"Actually, yes, yes it is." He pulls another short laugh out of me at the.. almost mock look of pride he has on now. At least until he breaks and laughs back. "But seriously. Variety is good! You gotta do all the things~" I don't have the energy for even half 'the things', but, I don't want to pull him down talking about all that. Not when he seems so enthusiastic. Ultimately I settle for just repeating "All the things." In sort of a half question, half judgy tone, which doesn't seem to bother him in the slightest. "Go on then, o stranger of enlightenment," I keep the smile on my face, hoping that comes across as lightly as I meant it, "what is it that you do for fun out of 'all the things'?"

"Oh all kinds of things!" He leans forward as he speaks, and though he isn't exactly in my face, I lean away slightly, his enthusiasm just taking me by surprise for a moment. "There's the tabletop, video games, all kinds of movies to watch, bars to hit, parties to go to, I like to jog..."

"Oh, God, really?" Now I'm definitely judging. "You actually run voluntarily?"

He laughs again. "What, what's wrong with running?"

"It's running, that's what." I'm smiling again now, but shaking my head while he chuckles away.

"Yeah, so?"

"So... Ew!" My pencil is now floating uselessly above the paper so I can give this.. jogger my full attention. "If you engage in that kind of thing for fun, I mean, there's something wrong with you. Not even kidding." (A lie, but a playful lie.) "You'd never catch me out there, with those little shorts on that people wear, hopping from foot to foot through the rain just to get back where I started."

"It's not always raining, plus- you can wear whatever you want to wear!"

"Well I choose my pyjamas, so I can relax at home, not exercising thank you very much~" Again, I he laughs, and my eyes flick back to the sketchbook finally to continue. This.. might actually be miles better than the distance drawing. Because this man has the brightest, most persistent smile I've ever seen.

[your-strangelove]

If I had to rank them for myself it'd go potential cursed read ahead but I spent too much time typing this out to not post it. 8. Tomas I am anti old/nerd/6head when it comes to fictional characters plus he has little if any redeeming qualities that'd make him enjoyable. Can barely tolerate him as a person why should I have him in my bed? (And no I'm not talking about Solon this is Tomas slander) 7. Hanneman, old and a noble (we eat the rich here sir) like his dynamic with Maneula (best girl) but little else

6. Alois, man is insufferable off the battlefield imagine how fuckin' cheesy he'd be in the sack your honor, nothing against him but like, we both can do better. 5. Jeralt, old as fuck and is starting to show it, I fail to see the appeal this man has in anything he does bastard couldn't even teach his kid jack about anything, honestly I don't understand his appeal, sue me. (Credit where it's due I'm glad his design TRIES to match his actual age unlike most of the 100+ years characters in FE) 4. Jeritza this one is the toughest and I very much welcome criticism but I'm not sure if it'd be better if he took the mask off or kept it on and that uncertainty bothers me, plus he seems more experienced with the battlefield than the bedroom if you catch my meaning (can't judge but the point stands) Might be different if he lets his hair down fr. 3/2. Aelfric and Byleth are interchangeable to me, they aren't girlypop per se but they have a certain charm as if they were, it would def. be hotter if Byleth was just as stoic during the act if you ask me and Aelfric sees little to no action he'd be a mess I'd wager opposite ends of the spectrum both equally enjoyable would smash. 1. Seteth, what can I say about Seteth that hasn't already been said? better DILF than Jeralt, better body (thanks Nabatean biology) TITS, the actual least age appropriate man but we don't talk about that nice change of pace from characters like him if we were talking about it though, he has an allure to him I can't quite place someone more articulate than I could probably voice it but I shall leave my marvel at it where it is.

Hello fellow faithful followers of our Lady Seiros, I have a matter of paramount importance to the church

I don't want the one you like the most, I want the one you'd fuck.

[skriveting]

A bunch of different writing prompts MASTERLIST #2

updated 13.11.22

MASTERLIST #1 HERE

"This isn't going anywhere."

"This is making me very uncomfortable." "Good, I'm glad."

"Move along, move along, nothing to see here!"

"Where have you been?"

"My will to live is dwindling at an alarming rate."

"Don't get confused, you are disposable."

"Do you maybe wanna be friends?" "Go away!"

"Yeah, that tracks."

"A friend of theirs is no friend of mine."

"Why did you cut it like that?"

"Oh, dear."

"Could you put the knife down while you're talking, please?"

"Okay, I get it now." "You do?" "Yeah!" "Are you sure?" "No."

"All right, now let's get back to me yelling!"

"Let's eat a kiwi or two and calm down." "You know I don't condone cannibalism." "No, no, that's not what I meant-"

"How is it only Wednesday..." "It's Monday." "NO!!!!"

"Great, you again."

"You mean to tell me she hasn't read 1984?!" "Michael, she's 4." "And??"

"Hm. You know, I didn't really care to know that."

"It's getting worse, isn't it?" "It's nothing, don't worry about it."

"What's a few threats between friends?" "Exactly."

"I guess when you put it like that..."

"You couldn't be more wrong if you tried."

"I wish I could go on just one date where I didn't have to use the Heimlich maneuver." "Dude, what goes on on your dates?" "I wish I knew!"

"Keep up, please." "I'm trying!"

"What did you think?" "It was not good." "Dad!"

"Well I've heard that I can be an asshole, but I don't think it'll be a major problem." "I beg to differ."

"How was I supposed to know that?" "Well, if you'd read the brief I sent you, you would have!" "It was 600 pages!!"

"Put that down, that's disgusting."

"I'll tell you, that threw me for quite a loop!" "Stop talking like that."

"I've waited a long time for this." "I'm sorry, who are you?"

"So what's your plan, talking me to death? Because if so, it's working."

"Let's go, I don't have all day."

"I thought this would be difficult. But, looking at you now..."

"Have you always been this much of an asshole?"

"The least you could do is put up a fight worth my time."

"Why are we doing this?" "You can't be serious."

"Stop wasting time."

"Pity. I'd actually been looking forward to this."

"And you wonder why I hate you."

"Don't push your luck."

"I came alone."

"How you doing, champ?" "Don't call me that."

"I'll let you know."

"How are you still alive?!" "That's a long story."

"A hello would've been nice."

"I'm out of here."

"Get me out of this wretched torture device!" "Get a hold of yourself, it's just a turtleneck sweater-" "I am suffocating!!"

"Yes, it's terrible, and yes, I love it."

"Would you let go already?!"

"Riddle me this: what the heck is going on?!"

"You'd think I'd know better by now."

"I'm feeling pretty vulnerable right now." "Sick, dude."

"Some things never change."

"I'd like for us all to acknowledge that this was a huge mistake."

"So, what do you think?" "Hm. Not enough violence."

"If everyone could just calm down for a second, that'd be great."

"What more do I have to do before you realize that you can trust me?"

"I'm not into that sort of stuff."

"This is actually a pretty common side-effect." "Somehow I doubt that."

"Ever since the day I met you I feel the light inside me dwindle a little more with each passing day."

"You aren't meant to live like this." "Says who?"

"I've had a really hard time trying to work through this."

"What are you doing here? It's four in the morning!"

"Some days I really love my job. This is not one of those days."

"Are you sure about this?" "As sure as I can be, given the circumstances."

"I've given them enough chances. I'm not letting myself be put through that again."

"You got the right answer, but I have no idea how." "Neither do I, to be honest."

"How did you survive that??"

"There's just something about it that bugs me, but I can't put my finger on it..."

"Take that thing off."

"You don't have to tell me twice."

"Did you seriously think that would work?"

"Don't bother me."

"That's all right, I was leaving anyway."

"Well, you know..." "No, I don't, that's why I'm asking."

"Guess I missed the memo."

"Nevermind, it's nothing."

"What gave you that impression?"

“I don't take orders from anyone, let alone from people like you.”

"Wait, you’re telling me it’s supposed to taste like this??"

"It’s not wise to live a life where you make decisions based on compassion and love in a world that won’t show you any."

"Let's save us both some time and just be honest with each other from the start. If you're not, I'll find out eventually anyway, so let's just cut the crap right from the get-go."

"Isn't this enough?"

"Are you afraid?" "Of you? Never."

"Don't ever make me do that again."

"What are you doing?" "I told you, you have to trust me. I figure I should prove to you that you can."

"How stupid do you think I am?!"

"You owe me." "I don't owe you anything."

"I can't believe you carried me off like that, you made me look like a weakling in front of everyone!" "You were dying-" 

"Are you seeing this too or am I having a stroke?"

"Stop doing that, you're freaking me out!"

"This cake reeks of resentment and bitterness." "When we get to the party I'm going to need you to stop talking like that."

"Hang on, hang on, I have the perfect playlist for this scenario-" "Now is not the time!!!"

"Are those... bite marks?"

"The only thing about you that never disappoints, is your ability to disappoint."

"You're incredible." "Aw, thanks!" "Not a compliment, babe."

"I thought you didn't believe in fate." "Until I met you, I didn't."

"Get that thing away from me!"

"I want to get better, I just don't know how..." "That's bullshit."

"Name's Tammy. Short for Tambourine."

"Quit your yapping and start napping."

"Hold on tight!"

"Are you sure you're not drunk?"

"What am I supposed to do with this thing??" "She's a baby, Marc!" "Okay, what am I supposed to do with this baby??!"

"I... I've got nothing."

"You're coming here, right now, are we clear?"

"Why does it matter?" "Because it matters to me!"

"What do you think?" "Do you want me to be honest, or do you want me to be nice? I can't do both."

"I can't do that, I'll embarrass myself!" "That's never stopped you before!"

[creation-help]

[shakes jar] you got any tips for when you get stuck for ideas one the plotline

I think I've seen other posts like this so if it seems like I'm borrowing tips from other people, I am!

Just leave it. You can come back to it later

Make a list or some other mapping device for possible ideas: What can realistically happen next? What do all the characters think of the situation? Would any of them be compelled to do something about it? Is there a character you haven't remembered to consider as much as you should've? Think of motivations, character viewpoints, consequences of previous actions ect

Think of something right off the top of your head. Does it suck? That's okay, do it again. Don't think too hard about it. While this might not help you come up with an immediate solution (or maybe yes, that'd be nice), it does help you loosen up your thinking muscles. That's already a step towards getting unstuck with a plotline

Take a creative break (not to be confused with the first point on this list). By this I mean, step back, do self care, watch some cool shows or other artists, ykno general recharging. Especially in the artistic sense. Try something new, read or watch a creative thing, gather inspiration and so on

Reread everything you've got so far. I do this, at least. It helps me get back up to date on what's already happened and sometimes that can help in getting back on track with new stuff.

Get a fresh pov: As feedback from a friend, family member or, perhaps a tumblr blog like you're doing right now lol.. But generally get some views and thoughts on it, sometimes other people might be able to bring up something you never thought of!

Expanding on the first point: Work on something else in the meantime. It can be something more minor, or details, lore, background stuff ect. It may help inspire new ideas if you have the previous stuff more filled in already

Hope this helps! Don't overwork yourself, you got this!

[imjustaf444keriguess]

most of this will probably be responded to properly in my other reblog but here's shorter replies

I've been trying to be nice and calling my stuff "word vomit" is an asshole-ish move ok?

i didn't call it that (i don't think at least, if i did i do apologize) but i do recommend using the enter key, separating text can help a LOT with readability

He does make point if you go fucking read them

from what i've read, no he doesn't, not much besides "lol u r fakin now imma harass u!!" with no evidence

I'm not trying to undermine you as someone who HAS been sexually harrased before but I will once again say licking isn't in herently sexual if you take it in a sexual manner I'm sorry it happened

focusing on the licking comments is a bit surreal, as there are several other comments he has made that were definitely meant to be sexual, like mentioning ageplay when i was wanting to know if i was arguing with a literal 12 year old and randomly calling me his girlfriend. i can find even more of his gross comments from older posts but that'd take time, if you want them i can find them though

I think they should do way more research and TRY to see the point of view where anti endos are coming from

send the research you've been doing, then. quote me medical papers or whatever.

go look it up on the dsm-5 for shit like that

the dsm5 gives exclusions to spiritual or cultural practices that might otherwise be mistaken for DID, which means that if you have not-disordered plurality, you don't qualify for DID that's not a disorder. "oh but it only says mediums" okay? and? i don't think the dsm-5 authors were thinking about syscourse and gave an example with an "e. g." that means 'example'. so it's basically saying "stuff like mediums and other not-trauma based plurality, like common cultural practices".

Goodbye im leaving this shit and still supporting astro now stop harassing ppl who support him

i hope my messages do not come off as harassment, but more just saying "if you're supporting someone who's sexually harassed others, been transphobic, and barely tries to give evidence for their points and instead uses delusional as an ableist insult, that means you think it's okay and i think that's messed up". because its messed up you'd go and support astro in particular after knowing what they have done to others.

Anyone who doesn't support astro listen up ok? (Especially the 2 blogs I will TRY and tag who I've been going back and forth with)

I'm done ok? I'm done the one of you that has "if your nice to me I'll be nice to you" stfu I've been trying to be nice and calling my stuff "word vomit" is an asshole-ish move ok? Taking my shit and taking it out of context or modifying it so it sounds bad is an asshole-ish move. I'm done trying to go back and forth this blog is not meant to be full of "controversies" and shit. He does make point if you go fucking read them but I'm done. I'm so tired of this let me have fun on this blog that is based on silly alterhuman stuff, system stuff (I'm staying anti endo you can't convince me other wise), art, etc. Not defending. Stuff 24/7. Anyone who has been sexually harrased by anyone jm sorry I'm not trying to undermine you as someone who HAS been sexually harrased before but I will once again say licking isn't in herently sexual if you take it in a sexual manner I'm sorry it happened. To endo, proendos, and anyone like that, ima say this AGAIN, NO I don't think endos should get death threats, NO I don't think endos should be harrased, OR anything of that sorts. I think they should do way more research and TRY to see the point of view where anti endos are coming from even if it doesn't make sense at first (yes I've did it to for pro endos and yes I still don't understand it even after trying) ok and don't do ur fucking research souly on social media go look it up on the dsm-5 for shit like that then come back and look at disorders that could be like a system or make people in ur head. Goodbye im leaving this shit and still supporting astro now stop harassing ppl who support him and have a good day/night/overall life.

( @imjustaf444keriguess , @alsoapparentlyaf444ker let me know if you don't want ur @ here I don't mind editing this.)

[cqlfeels]

Hi! I really like your blog and your takes, they're so good!!! I've been wondering, why do you think jc didn't marry? Like I have some theories regarding his character and all, but mostly, it doesn't seem to make sense in a political way? Like... He's the last one of his clan, which is one of the major clans, and which also had to be rebuild from its ashes, like shouldn't one of his first priorities be to leave a clear heir from his lineage? And maybe even to ensure another alliance with another clan besides the Jin? Like with Zewu Jun I can at least say that sizhui could be the lan heir, but jc is in his thirties and has a dangerous job. Can't wait to hear your thoughts :)

First of all, you're super nice and I hope you're having a great day 🥺

Okay so my gut feeling is to go "MXTX didn't want to write that." Which I know is an evasive answer! But the thing is.... That's not just a JC problem. Nobody seems to care about heirs in this story, istg. LXC does everything for his sect except get married and get an heir (LWJ is his heir, but he's a bad option for lots of reasons.) NMJ knows he's going to die and still doesn't try and get a kid. NHS doesn't have a heir at all, I don't think, not even like a cousin or whatever? JGY is leaving the sect to his nephew, which we the audience know the true reasons for, but the other characters don't seem to find it weird. JC can't leave his sect to JL so why isn't he trying to get married?? It's just. Nobody wants heirs istg. MXTX didn't want to create characters who'd add nothing to the story besides being someone's wife, I think. Plus, this being danmei, even het males are frequently Hot And Single™️ because genre tropes.

Barring this Doylist reasoning, what can we do in the way of a Watsonian explanation?

In general, I try to read into a text what the text tells me to read into it. So even if my gut feeling is "Wth, this is super weird!!" given how widespread this seems to be and how the characters all seem to act like that's normal, I'm gonna guess that for whatever reason, that's not that big of a deal in this universe. Maybe although MDZS cultivators aren't immortal they do live longer and so it's become a trend in the Sunshot generation to settle down later than usual because they want to focus on politics for a while? That's not usually how wars work in the real world, but this isn't real life, so it might be possible.

Now as far as JC goes, I don't think he's going to marry for love - he's going to marry to advance his sect's interests. Perhaps he feels this is a card he wants up his sleeve for as long as he can keep it, so that he plays it at a time when it's actually crucial instead of a wasted move?

And there is also JL to consider - once he has a child of his own, he cannot afford to give JL the same attention he does now. I mean. He can. But I doubt he wants JL to be the WWX to his kid's JC - "No son I don't like A-Ling better, it's just that he reminds me of someone I've lost, and also because he's not my heir I can spoil him in a way I can't spoil you"........ is not a conversation I think JC wants to have. Nor does he want to neglect JL in favor of his kid, I think, so that's a situation that'd require some finesse JC probably doesn't wanna bother with right now.

I also don't think JC likes the idea of marriage in general, but I'm pretty sure he'd put aside his preferences for the good of the sect, so again: I just don't think there's been a marriage of convenience with enough perks for it to justify him going for it, you know? What would be perks good enough for him? I honestly have no idea. I enjoy reading about politics but I don't have a good head for this kind of thing lol

I do think he's most certainly going to get married in the future, though. He's very dutiful to his family, and part of traditional Chinese filial piety is to have sons to carry your own father's legacy, and I don't think JC would be too comfortable ignoring that, even if he technically has the possibility of naming a disciple his heir.

[mypimpademia]

Worth It.

Shinso x reader

TW: Swearing, reader steals a man, pure bad bitchery

Note: this concept has been in my head for literal MONTHS and now I'm finally writing it bc i had no idea how to before (i still dont know how to write it as I'm writing this, I'm bouta wing it like a mf)

I made Intelli the mean girl for this fic bc she a bitch fr

A college AU but its hardly relevant + a lil smau

Towards the end of writing this, I started hating it. I'm so sorry😭

I recommend this song too bc this is where the idea for this fic came from:

This was getting annoying to watch.

How long was Hitoshi planning to stay miserable with that girl?

Intelli and Hitoshi have been dating for awhile now. You had honestly never liked her, but you just barely tolerated her for Hitoshi. But only a few weeks into their relationship, things went to shit.

Intelli became overly controlling over him, and even tried to force him to stop being friends with you, and some other people. You, being his best friend, told him to break up with her.

Of course, Hitoshi agreed that it'd be best to do that. But not even a few hours after talking to him about it, he came back to say it didn't go as planned.

Intelli was holding blackmail over Hitoshi's head, and posed a huge threat to his dreams of becoming a hero. Most of what she said she'd expose was no where near true, but with her intellect she could easily make people believe it.

But frankly, as their relationship went on, the sight of even a strand of her hair made you want to either puke or fight her.

"Toshi~" Intelli cooed, coming up behind Hitoshi and wrapping her arms around his neck.

Hitoshi visibly cringed, but tried to hide it as best as he could.

"Hey, babe." He boredly muttered, doing a terrible job at faking any enthusiasm.

Unlike your best friend, you made no effort to hide the disgust you held for her sheer presence.

"Y/n..." Intelli muttered, her tone dripping with distaste for you, making you scoff. "Mind if I steal Toshi for a bit? No? Thanks-" She attempted to drag Hitoshi away by the arm, but you placed a firm hand on her shoulder to stop her.

"I do mind actually, we were in the middle of a conversation before you interrupted." You told her. She chuckled, before tugging on Hitoshi's arm more.

"Yes, but he's my boyfriend-" She attempted to give reason for her to take him away, before even Hitoshi stopped her.

"I've got a project I need Y/n to help me on, I can stop by your dorm later though?" Hitoshi suggested, lying through his teeth.

Intelli's eyebrow twitched, but she gave in, letting go of his arm. "Bye, Toshi." She said, kissing Hitoshi's cheek and looking you up and down, before walking off.

"Sometimes, I can't tell if she's just plain a bitch or if she's secretly a dumbass." You sighed. "Maybe she's a little bit of both..." Hitoshi chuckled, making you laugh with him.

"You really need to find someone new." You told him, shaking your head. "I know, but I'd rather not chance losing my dream career." He groaned.

"True... Whats your type anyways? I know its not Intell anymore, she's probably traumatized you." You giggled.

"She did, but I think my type is someone who can really understands me, and someone I can have fun with." Hitoshi said.

"Like a best friend?" You questioned him. "Yeah, exactly like a best friend. That'd be my perfect version of a s/o." He replied, expression growing soft.

Since Intelli and Hitoshi's relationship had gone down hill, you've been there for him more than ever. It eventually lead to this unspoken romance that constantly roamed between the two of you.

But because of Intelli, neither of you pursued it, for the wellbeing of Hitoshi.

"Well, if I were you, I'd find someone and just make sure the bitch doesn't find out." You told him. But if you were being honest, it was more like a suggestion, because he really did need, and deserve someone other than Intelli.

"Like cheating?" He gawked. You were both thinking the same thing— Intelli would likely find out. But it was better than simply being stuck with her, so you nodded.

"Well, I'd at least make sure the other person knows. But it'd be worth it."

'I'm worth it.' You thought.

You sighed, looking down at your phone, the time on your phone displayed.

"Shit, I've gotta get to class, we've got a guest lecturing us and my professor will tear me a new one if I miss it." You told him, stuffing your phone into your pocket.

"See you later?" Hitoshi asked you.

You were about to say something about how he told Intelli they'd hang out later, but decided against it.

"Yeah."

◇◇◇◇◇◇

You sighed, feeling your tired feet throb as you walked down the hall to Hitoshi's dorm. Taking one of your backpack straps off your shoulder, you began rummaging around the pocket where you usually kept the spare key to Hitoshi's dorm.

You blinked, as you weren't able to find the key in the small pocket. You began searching your entire bag in the middle of the hallway, taking nearly everything out.

"Shit." You mumbled, thinking you had lost it.

Then you remembered, 'Thats right, I was in a rush this morning. Its on my desk.' You thought to yourself.

Like hell you were going all the way back there though.

You placed your items back into their bags, then pulled out your phone to text Hitoshi.

You hummed, rocking back and forth on your heels as you waited for the door to be opened.

A moment later, you heard the lock click, and the door swung open.

Hitoshi looked you up and down before smiling. Then looked both ways of the hall, before tugging you into the room and shutting the door.

"Why are you treating me like a side piece or something?" You questioned him.

He hummed in confusion as he locked the door.

"Does it feel like that? Sorry." He apologized. "What did she do this time?" You asked, referring to Intelli, as she wash the only person the put Hitoshi this on edge.

"She said if we were doing anything other than a project we'd break up, and you know what that means." He told you, shaking his head.

You hummed, and pulled out your phone.

"What are you doing?" He asked, peering over your shoulder.

"You'll see." You blunty told him.

You sent your message, and tossed your phone onto his bed.

You grabbed onto Hitoshi's collar, tugging him towards you so he was looking you in the eyes, making his breath hitch as his face tinted red.

"You're crazy if you think I'd get you snitched on." You playfully consoled.

"What did you do?" He questioned again, watching you flop down on his bed as you kicked off your shoes.

"I texted Monoma and Momo to post about a project on private snap that only has Intelli on it so that it'll be more believable." You told him.

Hitoshis eyes went wide, as he mentally questioned how you came up with that so fast.

You patted the space next to you, beckoning him to sit with you.

He sat down, shaking his head and laughing.

You and Hitoshi talked for hours and hours, but it each flew by. When you finally checked the time, you barely had enough time left before dorm visiting hours were over.

"What? Already?" Hitoshi gaped, as he watched you sling your backpack over your shoulder.

"Mhm." You hummed.

He groaned, clearly not wanting you to leave, but sat up anyways so he could come see you out.

Hitoshi unlocked the door for you, but upon opening the door, you were both met with an unwanted sight.

"Hey Toshi!" Intelli greeted, completely passing over you even though she saw you.

"H-hey, Intelli." Hitoshi spurred, trying to keep composure.

"I came to help on the project. Even Momo was complaining, so I thought you could use some help." She offered, clearly not convinced that there was actually a project.

But like you said, you weren't going to let him get caught.

"No, we finished it." You told her bluntly, folding your arms across your chest.

But clearly, Intelli didn't plan on letting up either.

"Well then, I could proof read the written portion." She insisted, taking a step towards you.

"We already did that already."

"Well I'm sure there are some mistakes."

"We triple checked."

Hitoshi looked back and forth between the two of you, silently preparing himself to break up a fight.

"You must not get what I mean—" Intelli straightened her posture more than it already was, and leaned towards you. "There's probably mistakes because it was you helping him." She mocked.

Hitoshi already had a hand reaching for your waist, ready to pull you back in a situation where you lunge at Intelli.

"You wanna talk about mistakes? How about we start with you, bit-" Before you could take a single step towards her, you were being pulled back by your waist.

"Watch your dog, Hitoshi." Intelli retorted.

Damn, was she lucky Hitoshi could hold you back.

"At least I bite, unlike some people." You shot back. She narrowed her eyes, leaning towards you again.

"Y'know Y/n, you're not as good as everyone thinks you are. Everyone thinks you're so great, and nice, but I know how you really are." She said.

"You only think that because everyone's not you. Its no goddamn wonder your blackmail folder is thicker than you." You hissed.

Intelli, clearly flustered that you even knew about her blackmail folder, stood straight again. She crossed her arms and cleared her throat slightly.

"You think youre so much better than me. A better person, a better best friend, you probably think you'd make a better girlfriend too, right?" She asked you.

"Of course I do, who the hell wouldn't?" You chuckled.

You felt Hitoshi's grip on your waist loosen. Either he was getting just as angry and was going to let you fight her, or he thought it the tension was thawing.

"Alright, since you're so much better than me, show me." Intelli insisted.

You smirked. "Alright, you asked for it."

Slipping out of Hitoshi's grip, you turned to face him.

His brows raised in surprise and confusion. And next thing he knew, you had him by the collar for the second time today.

But this time, your lips were pressed against his.

It took him a moment to process, but soon, he melted into it. Moving in sync with you, he placed his hands back on your waist.

As much as you wanted to continue, you still had to tell that bitch off.

Pulling away from Hitoshi, wiping away the string of saliva that connected your mouths, you turned back to Intelli.

You walked straight up to her, and placed a hand on your shoulder.

"Toshi doesn't react like that when you kiss him, does he?" You hummed, hearing Intelli audibly gulp.

"Like you said, I'm a better person, a better best friend, and a better girlfriend." You repeated her words from earlier.

"I wouldn't lie to him, expose him, whether what he did was true or false, and i wouldn't hold him back from doing what he wants." You taunted.

"And the thing is—" You leaned in, next to her ear.

"I dont think it, I know it."

"I'm perfect for him." You whispered to her.

Intelli nearly toppled over in defeat, leaning against the nearest wall to support her body.

"Anyways, see you tomorrow, Toshi." You mused, before walking away.

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The next day, you met up with Hitoshi in your free time like usual.

You were aimlessly walking around campus, talking about random topics, laughing as you watched random people do stupid things, and just having fun.

Except now, you were hand in hand, and the air around the two of you seemed lighter. And the look of adoration you and Hitoshi shared was more evident.

But in the middle of it, of course, something had to happen.

Intelli had stopped you both in your tracks, her brainless groupies behind her.

"Did you know everyone is talking about you, Hitoshi? And with all the things they're saying... you might not be able to recover from it." She said snarkily.

"Not too worried about it actually." Hitoshi admitted, a slightly bored tone to his voice.

"Tch, well you should be. So tell me, was she worth it, Hitoshi?" She inclined.

Hitoshi looked over at you, a grin spreading across his face.

"Hell yeah."

[mellometal]

WHAT'S GOING ON? THIS IS PART TWO OF ME RIPPING APART DHAR MANN'S VIDEOS ABOUT FATPHOBIA! Whoo-hoo!

Before I get started, here's an obligatory trigger warning: This post will be talking about fatphobia, bullying, homelessness, mentioned ED, fat shaming, shaming a person FOR EATING, and the abused thanking his abuser AS AN ADULT for tormenting him as a young, impressionable teenage boy.

If any of that is triggering, upsetting, or makes you uncomfortable in any way, you don't have to read this post. Please consume media that sparks joy for you.

This time, there won't be a response from me about this video, like I usually do with all my Dhar Mann posts. If you want to see my response, refer to my first post about fatphobia (the one about the plus-size woman being fat shamed). It does tie in with this post, as my thoughts on this video are the exact same here. Yes, even though this is about a (at the time) plus-size black teenage boy being targeted. Search for the "dhar mann talk" tag and it's one of the most recent posts. I don't believe anyone should be shamed for their weight. Your weight doesn't hold any significance to your worth as a person. Don't let anything or anyone tell you otherwise.

With all of that out of the way, let's get to the video!

To sum up the video, it starts out with a plus-size black teenage boy (Kurt or "Big Boy", as he's called almost throughout the entire video) who's on a basketball court at school with his friend (Mike), a few other teenage boys, and Mike's uncle (Frank) is their coach. Mike is the captain on one team, Frank is the captain on the other team. They're picking teammates, and everyone is on a team except for Kurt and another boy. Frank says to his nephew to not pick Kurt (he called him "Big Boy" instead) because "he'd never win with him". LIKE THEY WERE PLAYING FOR THE NBA. CALM YOUR DICK. HOLY FUCKING HELL. THEY'RE KIDS.

Mike, not listening to his uncle (good for him), picks Kurt anyway. Kurt is happy and thanks his friend for picking him. Mike gives Kurt a shirt that looks at least a couple sizes too small for him and would be pretty uncomfortable to wear. This isn't Mike's fault, obviously. Kurt politely asks if they had a bigger shirt. Obviously not an unreasonable request. They're playing a sport that requires lots of movement (honestly, pretty much any sport would apply here, except for maybe golf or cricket) so it's understandable to want to at least be comfortable and have room to move around. Frank mocks A LITERAL TEENAGER with the whole "You think you're shopping at Big&Tall?" line and then says that's the only size they had (why couldn't they supply inclusive sizes in the first place, or at least ASK Kurt what his size was IN ADVANCE?), which....umm, I'm actually GLAD plus-size clothing for men (Big&Tall, in this case) is more readily available and accessible now. I'm happy plus-size clothing in GENERAL is like that now.

Mike comforts Kurt and says the shirt might fit. The shirt does KIND OF fit Kurt, but it's obvious he's uncomfortable. Look at this screenshot here:

Frank laughs at Kurt, says he looks like Barney The Dinosaur, and the other kids laugh along with their coach. This is NOT setting a good example for children, Frank. You're a fucking teacher. You're a COACH. You're supposed to be teaching these kids about sports and shit. You're supposed to be setting a good example for these kids about teamwork and sportsmanship. WHAT YOU'RE DOING TO A TEENAGE BOY, WHO IS MOST LIKELY ONE OF YOUR STUDENTS, IS TEACHING NONE OF THOSE THINGS. You're teaching these kids that bullying their peers for things they can't help having is okay. Do better. (I'd say that he's an adult and should act like one, but I'm an adult and I barely act like one a lot of the time, so that'd make me a hypocrite.)

While I may be fortunate to have had a physical education teacher who never bashed on me or shamed me for my weight and she would cheer me on for whatever amount of effort I made the first and only year I had actual P.E., I know that many other kids who are plus-size most likely has/had horrible P.E. teachers or coaches like Frank.

To anyone who has/had a teacher or coach like Frank, I'm so sorry, kiddos. You don't deserve to be bullied by your own teachers. I wish I could give all of you a hug, but I can give y'all virtual hugs instead! *virtual hugs* /p

So they play a game of basketball, and Kurt is struggling to fully play because the shirt he was given was probably cutting off some circulation, especially in his arms (again, do I need to reiterate that this was NOT Mike's fault and is FRANK'S fault for his ignorance and negligence). Frank mocks his nephew Mike by saying that he told him not to pick Kurt. Why? Because according to him, Kurt will never make anything of himself in life due to him being fat. (AGAIN, THIS IS NOT TRUE.)

Then it cuts to Kurt sitting with Mike, who's working on his car and Kurt's working on his own thing. Mike says he believes one day he'll own a nice, brand new Cadillac. Kurt is very supportive and cheers his friend on. He says that he believes he'll be one of the biggest radio show hosts and has a title for it called "Big Boy's Neighborhood". Both of them are hyping each other up. Love to see men supporting men. Mike pulls out his Walkman (they were HUGE back in the 80s and 90s because you could listen to the radio from anywhere, I have a Sony Walkman mp3 player, but it's a newer model), and Kurt says that he's always wanted one but couldn't afford it. (I'll go into why in a second.)

Frank comes over to reprimand Mike, who has done NOTHING WRONG, for talking to Kurt. Instead of working, which Mike WAS actually doing. He tries to tell his uncle this, but he wasn't having it. Frank then reprimands Kurt, who also has done NOTHING WRONG, for just sitting and apparently "distracting Mike" (he wasn't). He asks if there's any work he was supposed to do. Kurt FINALLY stands up to Frank in a polite, mature manner. He says that just because he wasn't working with his hands, it didn't mean he wasn't working. Frank ridicules Kurt some more, Mike tells his uncle to leave his friend alone, and Kurt stands up to Frank AGAIN, still being polite and mature. UNLIKE THE ACTUAL ADULT ACTING LIKE A CLICHÉ MIDDLE SCHOOL BULLY WHO PROBABLY PEAKED IN HIGH SCHOOL. How fucking ironic.

What does Frank do in response to Kurt standing up to him? INSULTS THE KID SOME MORE. He tells Kurt that he must have "pig fat for brains" (which is not only insulting to Kurt, but also insulting to pigs, because pigs are intelligent animals), takes his small bag of Doritos, and says that he "doesn't need to be eating anything." He eats Kurt's Doritos IN FRONT OF HIM, tells Mike to quit letting his friend make him lazy (he wasn't doing that at all), and to get back to work.

THAT line made me livid. I've actually thought that I didn't deserve to eat anything because I'm plus-size as a teenager, and into my adulthood at a few points in my life. NEVER say that someone doesn't need to be eating anything. (Obviously except for poisonous things, inedible objects, and things that could and will kill them.) You could cause them to develop an ED, or trigger an ED if they already have one. THAT'S NOT A GOOD THING. EDs are no joke. Whether it be starving, purging, or binge eating, none of them are fun to have and/or to deal with. Even if they DON'T develop an ED, their relationship with food will be all sorts of fucky-wucky. Some even for the rest of their lives. Unless you get proper treatment, of course.

When Frank leaves, Kurt is obviously upset. Rightfully so. How he's feeling is justified. Mike comforts him and says to not let Frank get to him. Mike offers to take Kurt home, but then realizes that his friend and his mom got evicted and are homeless. (This is why Kurt couldn't afford to buy a Walkman.) Kurt, still distraught, says that he'll just walk. Mike invites him over for dinner and that he'd drop him off after, which Kurt agrees to.

They're at Mike's house, having dinner, and Mike's parents are talking to Kurt. They're being supportive. Frank walks in to have his sister's cooking. He sees that Kurt's there. Mike's parents introduce Frank to Kurt, tells him Kurt's gonna be on the radio one day, Frank laughs and says Kurt's not gonna be anything. Kurt brushes it off. He says that his mom says that he can achieve whatever he wants (which is true, to a reasonable extent), Frank cuts him off and says his mom was lying to him, and that his mom knows he's gonna be a big loser.

Mike's dad tells Frank to leave Kurt alone. Mike's mom also says the same thing. Frank asks Kurt if his mom doesn't feed him at home, and what he was doing "eating up all their food" (he wasn't; he just had a singular plate). Mike and his mom tell Frank to stop. His mom explains that they invited Kurt over for dinner, and she tells her brother to sit down and eat. Frank then asks Kurt again if his mom doesn't feed him at home. Mike tells Frank that Kurt and his mom don't have a home because they just got evicted, which is a shock to the parents. Instead of having sympathy for a teenage boy who was on the streets with his mom, HE MOCKS HIM. WHO THE FUCK DOES THAT? Especially to a teenage boy who didn't do anything whatsoever to deserve being evicted from his home and be out on the streets with his mom. I've dealt with being evicted. I've dealt with homelessness. Out of no fault of my own. It's not funny, cool, glamorous, or anything like that. It's terrifying. I'm still traumatized by that experience and it happened four years ago. Sometimes I have nightmares about that kind of thing. The very possibility of becoming homeless and going through that again scares the shit out of me. The thought of it is so triggering for me that I will resort to reverting back to things I used to do when I was a kid. It also doesn't help that I will NEVER be able to afford an apartment on my own where I live now and will probably have to rely on at least two or three roommates and/or family to get by. Thanks a lot, Boomers.

I would never wish what I went through on anyone. Anyways, back to the whole summary of the video.

Kurt gets up and leaves the table. Mike tries to go after his friend to make sure he was okay, but Frank stops his nephew. ONLY WHEN KURT LEAVES DOES FRANK ALL NONCHALANTLY SAY THAT HE'S STARVING AND THAT THEY SHOULD ALL EAT. Despite Frank making Kurt as well as his (Frank's) own family upset.

Kurt walks to where his mom is. His mom notices that he's upset. Kurt tells his mom that it's because of Frank. His mom comforts him and gives him the advice that she gave him before. Kurt is still obviously too upset to take anything she's telling him, bringing up that they're homeless and broke, and his mom is desperate to help comfort her son. She gives him his birthday present early, which happens to be a Walkman. Kurt is shocked. He thought they didn't have that kind of money. His mom says not to worry about that. She pokes some lighthearted fun at her son, he thanks her, and he asks her a question. He asks if she believes he'll be successful or if she's saying that to make him feel better. She asks if he believes he'll be successful (yep), and he tells her that when he succeeds, he'll buy them a house so they don't have to be homeless anymore or worry about getting evicted.

Fast forward to adulthood, Kurt becomes a bouncer, meets someone who works at a radio station, and he goes there. Just to have people laughing at him. He's distraught again and leaves the station, thinking that he made a bad decision. Frank happens to come by, see that Kurt was upset, and asks what's wrong. Kurt tells him what happened, and Frank mocks him AGAIN with the same shit he told him when he was a TEENAGE BOY, now as a YOUNG ADULT. He walks off, laughing.

Nice going! /s Kicking Kurt while he's down JUST LIKE OLD TIMES, RIGHT? FUCK YOU.

Kurt then decides that he's gonna lose weight and be the best radio show host. (Toxic much? Why would you try to preach that your weight = your worth as a person? If you're losing weight for yourself, great! I'm happy for you! If you don't want to lose weight, you don't give a fuck about what people say, and you're happy in your own skin, that's awesome too! Do it for yourself, not for anyone's approval. Try to love yourself and accept yourself in any form you're in. Don't fall for the bullshit that you have to be a certain size or look a certain way for you to love and accept yourself. The weight may be gone, but the rest of your issues will still be there. I have to clarify that I meant this in GENERAL, not necessarily for extremities on either side of the spectrum of weight...because there are things you MUST follow.)

Kurt gets back to the station, ignores all the people being assholes, he's doing his thing, and he's climbing up.

Fast forward to when Kurt is middle-aged. He has his own radio show, and he's one of the biggest names in the radio industry. After he finishes up his show, he goes outside to see a couple of young fans. A young black girl with her brother, a plus-size boy. They say how much they love his show, they got his merch, and the boy tells Kurt that he wants to be just like him. The boy doubts himself though because of people abusing him JUST LIKE what Kurt went through. Kurt empathizes with the boy and tells him a little bit about his own experience. Following them is Frank as an old man. They're his grandkids.

Frank recognizes Kurt, and actually apologizes to him for the torment he put him through as a teenager. WHAT A SHOCK. /srs

Kurt takes it with grace, but says that he should be thanking Frank for all the torment. Why? Because it "motivated him". The girl says that she loves that. (Okay, since she's a kid and there's still time for her to change her mind about certain things, I'm not going to be as harsh here. I don't bash on the kids unless they're doing or saying extremely fucked up things willingly. She didn't say this with bad intentions. I understand you're coming from a good place, and I appreciate that, but please hear me out. This wasn't at all like dealing with edgy thirteen year olds on the internet. This man you look up to was abused by your grandfather in his youth. Your brother is experiencing that same torment your idol went through...at a younger age too, it seems like. The kid looks no older than middle school age [ten or eleven at the YOUNGEST to maybe thirteen or fourteen at the OLDEST]. That's a huge problem. Kurt may have "toughed it out", but that might not be the case for your brother. Please don't excuse that kind of behavior.)

Dude...what the actual fuck? I can understand not being bothered by the hate, but this grown ass man literally VERBALLY AND EMOTIONALLY ABUSED YOU AS A YOUNG, IMPRESSIONABLE TEENAGE BOY, CONTINUING INTO ADULTHOOD, and you're THANKING Frank for all of that? Why should you thank your abuser for what he put you through? He didn't contribute ANYTHING to your success. So I guess abuse is a GREAT contribution to people's success now, right? /s It doesn't contribute to anything, in my opinion. Yes, what doesn't kill you can make you stronger, but can we normalize people becoming weaker to a point due to traumatic events? Because they exist. Demonizing survivors who have become weaker to some degree or just flat-out ignoring them isn't helping. You did the thing you wanted to do, Kurt. Frank didn't help you. The person who really helped you was YOU and your mom.

MOVING ON.

The boy asks Kurt if he thinks he'll ever be able to make it as a radio show host. Kurt asks if HE believes that. The boy says he does. Kurt gives him some advice and gives the boy his Walkman. The boy's ecstatic, they leave, and Kurt goes to meet up with his mom.

Keeping to his promise, Kurt bought his mom a house so she'd never be homeless again and never have to worry about being evicted. (HOW LONG WAS SHE HOMELESS FOR? OH MY GOD. THAT'S WHAT I WANT TO KNOW. I hope you at least let her stay with you or something. They never went into that, unfortunately.) She's very grateful. The video ends there.

My personal thoughts on the video: Another piss poor video....but worse! Because it was a COLLAB. And based on a true story. Good going with taking this man's story of being abused by a grown adult to exploit for your personal gain, Dhar Mann! WOW. LOVE THAT! Totally a good look. /s

What I took from this video is that if you're plus-size, according to Dhar Mann, you'll apparently NEVER be successful, let alone be taken seriously...which is an absolute lie. There are many plus-size people who are very successful. Another thing I took from the video is that apparently according to Dhar Mann, being verbally and emotionally abused as a teenager by a grown adult all the way into adulthood is "motivation" for you to work harder to reach your goals. (Nice going, Dhar Mann. Justifying grown adults abusing children. Who would've thought? /s)

Oh, and it's like MANDATORY to thank your abusers for tormenting you when you become successful! (Obviously this is an exaggeration. This is me using Dhar Mann's logic against him.) You want to thank them for making you stronger? Fine. You want to spit in their face and say, "Fuck you." to them? Also fine. You want to just never acknowledge them ever again? Totally fine. Whatever you want to do, that's fine by me, but can you not imply that "thanking" your abusers is mandatory in some way?

If you made it this far, thank you! I hope you're having a good morning/day/afternoon/evening/night. Stay safe, y'all. Love you. /p