#para: expecting

[lunazuniga-smith]

What to Expect When You're Expecting Who: Luna Smith & Dr. Leonard When: Saturday, June 10th, 2023 What: Luna gets some unexpected news Tagging: @detkhamani

Luna kicked her feet back and forth as she sat up waiting for her doctor to come in. The nurse's had taken care of her dip-stick and her vitals. For the last couple of weeks, the high-risk reproductive doctor had been monitoring Luna every couple of days, taking her bloods, checking her A1C, and checking her hormones. The last two cycles didn't go too well and the doctor had reassured her they usually wait for four more before considering fertility treatments. This cycle, she decided not to think about it too much. Luna had a few things going on with the court hearing for Cannon and prepping for other family matters. Between that and work and raising a toddler, she had fallen into a comfortable ryhthm. As always, the dip-stick was performed as a precautionary measure. At this appointment, she'd have her pap since her annual was due anyway. It wouldn't be a big appointment and hopefully she'd be back home to surprise the boys with lunch in no time. When she heard the knock on the door, Luna smiled and let the doctor know he could come in.

"Luna. Always a pleasure." Dr. Leonard smiled at his patient and then sat by his mobile computer to log into the hospital database. "Your sugars are great by the way and your last labs were phenomenal. How are you feeling?"

"Fine! I've cut out sugar from my coffee and I've taking sugar free creamer instead. It's helped a lot."

"Excellent. That does come a long way sometimes." He began typing away. "And nurse Elena tells me your cycles have been a bit wonky?"

She nodded. "Mm hmm. I'm assuming from the ovulation medication?"

"mmm I'm not too sure. It shouldn't be messing with it too much. Did we run a dip stick last month?"

"No. My annual is today so you said it wasn't actually necessary until today's appointment and since nothing was really changing. Pregnancy tests have been negative at home so..."

"Luna, when was the first day of your last cycle?" He looked up from his typing with concern written all over his face.

"What? Uh...Sorry, Dr. Leonard I haven't been keeping track. The hearing and finding a summer camp but I spotted pink last month around ...the first week of May?"

"And how long did that last?"

"I don't know. three days maybe?"

"I see. When did you do an HPT last?"

Luna pulled out her phone and pulled up her woman's cycle log. "Last month? I promise I'll get better at tracking but there's no way I'm pregnant because the ones I have done have been negative and I got my period so..."

There was another knock on the door and Elena came in, waving at Luna with a smile from ear to ear. She sat beside the doctor and asked him to pull up the labs tab on Luna's chart. "Oh your dip stick is back." the doctor reassured her once more that her A1C looked fantastic at a steady 5.1 and then he got quiet."

"What is it?" Luna perked up as if she could look over the monitor somehow.

"Luna...you're pregnant." He smiled widely at his patient and nurse Elena cheered. "Of course on the appointment Khamani isn't here for!"

Luna's eyes widened and she stated blankly at the doctor and nurse. "That's impossible. My hpts have been negative and I got my period. I don't understand. "

"Well, mostly likely you're very early and with your cycles being out of wack, it's very possible that you're easily four weeks or so. Elena ordered a sonogram so we're just waiting for the machine and we'll get to it!" Dr. Leonard asked his nurse to bring in what he needed and then asked Luna to lie down. "It's early yet so we won't be able to pick up a heart beat most likely so just bear with us. I want to make sure we see what we need to see and then I'll want you to come back when you're able 8 weeks or so. Okay?"

"This is...this is a lot. I want Khamani here for this. I--I'm not ready. I haven't done anything and I was supposed get on more insulin. What if the baby is not okay?" She felt the tears fill up her eyes and Dr. Leonard planced his hands on her shoulders.

"Luna. One thing at a time. Remember? Just like we spoke about when Khamani was here. He'll be here for the heartbeat, ok? I just want to make sure you're doing alright and we'll go from there. This is a happy time." He pulled a tissue from the tissuebox beside him and handed her one.

After wiping her tears and nodding at the doctor's words, Luna lied down, glancing from her position toward the sonogram machine being rolled in. She wanted her family here with her. This wasn't how she expected any of this to go down.

"You're going to feel some cold jelly over your belly. We'll start with a transabdominal before we use the probe, okay?"

"Okay." Luna sniffled and looked over to the screen. As much as she wanted to be happy, she was scared and that only heightened when she caught the change of expression on the doctor's face. "What's wrong? Something's wrong?" She couldn't decide if that was a question or a statement. In that moment, Luna was glad for Elena who came to hold her hand.

"Eveything's okay." Elena whispered, eyes on the screen and a smiled pulling at her lips. "Luna...there's your baby."

Dr. Leonard smiled at his nurse and pointed to the little spot don't he screen. "Gestational sac and pole..." He measured the screen and then stopped. "And that right there is your baby, Luna."

Luna was full on crying, squeezing her nurse's hand tight. "My baby. Our baby. How is that possible? I thought it was too early."

The doctor didn't respond at first and asked Luna to move forward on the stirrups so he can perform the second part of the ultrasound. "Actually..." He looked back at the screen and pointed with his free hand. "Looks like you're about ten weeks today. Are we doing okay?"

He looked up at his patient that had completely passed out and Dr. Leonard quickly ended the ultrasound and asked his nurse to bring her water and a few compresses.

"And please call Khamani at the emergency number!"

Ten whole weeks.

[totallyseiso]

Suomi got game

[diodellet]

alone time (simeon x gn!reader)

i finally got simeon's first memory ssr, his paws 2 UR, but i couldnt scrounge up enough DV to pull for his dia de los muertos UR… honestly who decided to keep giving him UR cards?? content warning for stuff under the cut: -drugging (it's kinda ambiguous aka: this could be read as an accident or intentional, but it's still drugging) -non-consensual somnophilia, non-consensual sex (i mean even if the reader does have feelings for him, they didn't explicitly consent to being touched.) ++lots of foreplay and jealous pining, body worship and praise, some dacryphilia, and morally gray simeon word count 2.2k words minors don't interact

He tells himself that it was a mistake. That he just accidentally grabbed the same herbal tea as that one night when you slept over in Purgatory Hall. But he couldn't just throw out an entire pot of tea, could he?

He had to admit though, seeing you struggle to fight off drowsiness, seeing you blink and rub at your eyes to stay focused on the conversation, seeing you try to—but ultimately fail at—stifling your yawns. It was endearing.

And besides, this kind of tea wasn't a sleeping draught. Nothing at all like the kind that Lucifer would use to treat his chronic insomnia. No, it was a relaxant, making the drinker more aware of their exhaustion, more receptive to the idea of rest and recuperation.

That meant you were more tired than you let on.

"...sorry, Simeon. I—" The enth yawn interrupted your sentence, "—I think I need to rest my eyes..." Moving your empty teacup aside, you propped your elbow up against the armrest, leaning your chin into your palm. But your efforts to stay awake were to no avail, you soon realized. "...On second thought, I didn't realize I was so sleepy..." Your words slowed to a snail's pace, before you fell silent. Your eyes slid shut.

"Just let me put these away for a moment. I'll walk you back," he reassured you with a soft smile gracing his lips.

Your voice came out muffled from how you were resting your head. "...thanks..." you hummed.

He rose from his seat to take the used teacups and teapot to the kitchen area. When he returned, you were still in the same position you fell asleep in. It didn't look comfortable, especially not for your neck.

He took a step closer to you, brushing the tips of his fingers against your shoulder. Noticing the slow rise and fall of your chest, he hesitated before trying to wake you. Should he instead let you rest for a little longer, he wondered.

Well, more than that, he couldn't just leave you lying like that.

He called your name softly, "sorry, let me help you get more comfortable..." Taking a seat next to you, he gently pulled you up into a sitting position. One hand supported your shoulder and the other your midsection. Your back rested against his chest. Your head lolled against him now that you were fully asleep. His hand rose to card his gloved fingers through the unruly locks of your hair, tracing the curve of your ear, following the line of your jaw, then finally coming to stop just shy of your lips—

He laid you out on the sofa, making sure to keep your head propped up against one of the throw pillows. Now that your legs were stretched out, you wouldn't end up painfully sore once you woke up from your nap.

(Or he could have just awoken you normally. Watched you stir back into lucidity, watched you blink up at him with bleary eyes before taking his hand and letting him walk you back to the House of Lamentation. Maybe you would have leaned against him and asked if the both of you could take your time, slowed your stride and let this time together stretch on for as long as it could. You hardly ever took the initiative to be upfront with him, always a little shaky or anxious when in his company.)

Despite your shy and reserved nature, he could remember multiple times where you've shown that you were anything but that: a time when he wasn't sure if you had changed your cologne or your soap. When asked about it, you hid a sheepish expression behind your hand and said it was a gift from Asmodeus. There were several times where you've shared granola bars, sandwiches (that he made for you), crackers, sweets (made by Luke) all sorts of snacks with Beelzebub and Belphegor. There were plenty of times where Mammon and Lucifer got to have you to themselves, easily calling you to their side or making plans with you out of the blue. Even when it came to mundane conversation, you would always bring up book recommendations from Satan or mention something from a TV series that Leviathan's been following.

Rarely ever did he get to see you like this. He always made sure to keep a respectable amount of distance between you two. He had seen the way the demon brothers would glare anyone who stepped too close to you, who put themselves too far into your personal bubble. But for some...unknown—maybe, divine or even mystical—reason, the both of you would find yourselves together like this. Close to each other with no demon brothers, nor that sorcerer, and especially not that young angel around to interrupt. Now was the perfect chance for him to leave his own mark on you, wasn't it?

A small groan escaped your lips and your brows furrowed, disturbing the peaceful expression on your features. Simeon stiffened, his hold tightening on you for a fraction of a second. He should stop, he should stop doing this right now—

His breath hitched. "A-ah...sorry I—"

You shifted, almost nuzzling against him. Through the thin barrier of your clothes, the heat from your body felt like a brand against his skin and yet he didn't want to let go of you. His hands slipped underneath your shirt, mapping out the soft flesh of your midriff, rising higher to splay his fingers over where your heart was. He could feel his pulse thumping wildly in his chest, while your own was steady.

"...Mm...Belphie... too hot..." you mumbled, pulling away. Or well, you would have, if you weren't caged in Simeon's arms.

His earlier alarm morphed into something uglier. Something more twisted, something downright possessive.

That wasn't right. You were supposed to be calling his name.

His hand cupped your chest, he marveled at how it fit into his palm. His fingers stroked and teased your nipple erect. Gently tugging at it and rolling it between the digits. Simeon gauged your expression, how your jaw tightened and your body tensed up. A shuddering moan escaped your lips, but you remained unconscious. How he wanted to map out every inch of your skin, to worship your body with his hands and mouth.

Maybe you weren't completely unconscious, your body was aware of these sensations and it was reacting to him, to his touch. Welcoming him.

Burying his face into the crook of your neck, he breathed in your scent once again.

His pants grew tight, he couldn't ignore his building arousal anymore. Pushing the hem of your shirt up, he pressed his lips to your sternum, the base of your ribcage, slowly rising to wrap his lips around your nipple and laving it with his tongue. His other hand doesn't stop toying with the other nub. From his ministrations, your breathing quickened and your cheeks flushed, the color spreading down to your neck.

He needed to stop now before it got too much, before you woke up but—

You were pushing against him for more, rutting your hips against him.

He pulled away and released the nub, now shiny with spit and red from stimulation. One of your hands is fisted in the fabric of the sofa cushions. Your expression has given way to a small frown. But the most important thing was that you were still unconscious.

God, he wanted more of you. He couldn't just stop now.

The exhale that escaped his lips did little to relieve his rising guilt. And furthermore in spite of that, he was painfully hard. He unbuttoned his pants and moved to free his cock before stopping in his tracks. His gloves—he clumsily yanked them off and tossed them in the direction of the coffee table. Now without the barrier of the fabric separating him from you, the contact of his bare skin against you set his nerves alight. He pressed his palm against your stomach, digging his fingers in and soaking up every bit of warmth radiating from your skin.

His other hand wrapped around his erection, stroking up and down. he bit back a groan at the welcome friction. His pace quickened, his arousal spilled onto the skin just below your navel.

What would it feel like inside you? He doubted you would feel anything less than divine around him. If you were awake, what kind of expression would you be making right now? Would you be staring at him or would you be peeking at him through the gaps of your fingers? Or were you the more impatient type, equally desperate to touch him while whining for more?

Either way, the sight of you under him was breathtaking. You were breathtaking.

"...hm...?" Simeon froze at the sound of the questioning hum that left your lips. His clean hand slapped over his mouth, did he say that last part aloud? His body continued to betray his baser instincts despite his mortification. The tip of his cock continued to leak, creating a small pool of arousal on your skin.

His pulse thundered in his ears as he waited to see if you continued to stir. When you didn't, before his guilt could fully stop him—

He already pulled your pants down and lined his cock up to your entrance. A hushed litany of apologies spilled from his lips, but he couldn't make do with just his hand. But he wouldn't penetrate you fully, no, he didn't want to hurt you, he just...

...needed a little more.

He couldn't hold back the low moan that rumbled from his chest as he pushed into your entrance. Your walls, albeit relaxed, still clenched tightly around him. One of his hands settled onto your waist and the other braced against the spot beside your head. Puffs of your breath met the skin of his inner wrist, warm and steady, occasionally hitching as he brushed against—what he presumed to be—your sensitive spots. His gaze lowered to where the two of you were connected.

Mesmerized, he wondered if you could fit more of him.

"Ngh..." A quiet curse left his lips. The thought was too lewd to imagine, he paused and let the spike of arousal pass before he continued to slide into you. When at least less than half of his cock was inside you, he would pull out and repeat the process again. Gentle, careful, methodical, in spite of his growing impatience. With slow and shallow thrusts, he was eventually met with little resistance.

You were doing so well, opening up for him while continuing to suck him back into your warmth. Quiet praises mixed with moans escaped from him. He moved to brush the messy strands of hair out of your face to gaze at your expression. Could you come just from this? Was there a chance of you both being able to come together like this?

You stirred at the touch, his hand moved to your cheek and he let his thumb rest on your bottom lip—

Your eyes fluttered open and you blinked up at him. "Huh... Simeon...?"

Drawn out of his languor, he yanked his hand away as if burned. "Ah...this...this isn't what it looks like—" His sentences were fragmented. Scattered. Disjointed.

You moved to sit up before you froze, slowly becoming aware of the sensation beneath your hips. "W-what's...happeni—" Your words cut off with a gasp. You tightened even more around his cock. His fingers dug into your waist, leaving marks.

Try as he might, he couldn't respond. His eyes squeezed shut at the sudden overwhelming tightness that engulfed him. He couldn't stop from sinking deeper into you.

You pushed at his shoulder, limbs still heavy with sleep. "Wait...s-stop...!" Your breathing hitched for a second time. "Simeon...please stop—" Your words tapered off into a pained whine as his dick brushed against your inner walls. Your hand clutched at his wrist, nails digging into his skin.

Lethargy still clung to you. The gesture didn't hurt a single bit, only leaving faint crescent-shaped imprints.

The desperate note in your words brought him to meet your gaze. Tears welled up in the corners of your eyes. His hand came up to brush them away before pushing you back down against the sofa. He briefly pulled out of you, he was close—so close to coming. "I'm sorry, please bear with me..." His lips brushed against the pulse point of your inner wrist in an apologetic gesture.

Your eyes widened in realization and you shook your head. "N-no, it won't fit, it won't fit—" You squirmed in his hold. "Please don't, please—I promise I won't tell anyone about this..." Your voice grew thick, more tears streamed down your cheeks.

Your pleas fell on deaf ears as his hand slid down your waist to hook against the back of your knee, curling your leg around his waist. The tip of his dick rubbed against your hole, making you reflexively twitch at the sensation.

He leaned closer to you, pressing his forehead against yours. "It'll feel good, I promise," he reassured you gently before lacing your fingers together with his.

confession: as I was writing the fuckening part... unholy suddenly came on. is it a coincidence or--

[fallingmaddlyinlove]

sometimes i get the urge to search my paras' names on the internet to see what would happen just in case they somehow pop into existence one day

[familiar-finn]

New Year's Eve was more of a mood for Finn to enjoy partying late into the evening. Tonight he chose Cannabites as his location to celebrate, mainly because he volunteered to help Shade out at the bar for a couple of hours before enjoying himself. A few minutes to midnight and Finn had chugged enough beer and shots to properly enjoy himself, feeling right in that sweet spot of drunk that would ebb away faster than the average human. Benefits of being a demon with an accelerated metabolism, he supposed.

Now all he needed was someone to kiss at midnight and Finn scoured the crowd for a potential candidate. His eyes lit up when he found Mateo at the bar and he grinned, sidling up to the thunderbird with his newest beer in hand. "Fancy seein' you here without the greeting of a physical collision," he said teasingly. "Are ye havin' a good night, Mateo?"

@mindful-mateo

[daryj]

LOVE IS A LONG ROAD

And give her one more chance To try and save my soul But love is a long, long road Yeah, love is a long, long road

23.12.2023

obs: qualquer inspiração, credite-me, por favor!

ps: essa música não sai da minha cabeça..

[goozeghost]

Talevember day 18: Flesh

OH MY GOD IM ON TIME FOR ONCE WHO CHEERED !!!

[deadlibertine]

"anti-recovery" in regard to paraphilias is not a concept that properly exists by the way. you cannot have "anti-recovery" beliefs, ideas, or views when it comes to paraphilias as there is nothing to recover from. no paraphilia is an inherent disorder. no matter how you express your paraphilia, it can not be considered "anti-recovery" in any way unless it comes into definition of being a paraphilic disorder — only then does the possibility of being related to any sort of recovery stance come into play — and that is a discussion of paraphilic disorders, not paraphilias themselves.

keep your persecutory expectations of paraphiles to yourself, especially when you do not even understand us. we owe you nothing.

[nottheangel-raphael]

Raphael strode into Euphoria right before opening to check in on things on the club. He likely didn't need to as the owner with plenty of staff and a manager to assist with keeping things in line but the ghoul much preferred being hands on with his businesses. After all, the reputation of his ventures directly affected his personal reputation, especially here in Krovs before the rest of his fellow councilmen, and even the slightest falter in customer service in Euphoria could be considered unforgivable.

One such instance that had been flagged to him by the manager was the new bartender Byron De Wolfe. Surname felt a bit on the nose considering he was a hellhound and all. A hellhound with connections to someone he knew well in the demon hybrid creation game. Money and connections helped him in his background search to discover Byron and Anoush's history –– the latter being someone Raph employed himself once or twice to create some of his own slaves. Still, alliances and acquaintanceships likely wouldn't protect Byron from the prideful ghoul's ire as he addressed the issue. The club manager mentioned that the hellhound was good at his job when he was there but sometimes dipped out early on his shifts unexpectedly. He saw Byron there getting ready to open and Raph strode over to the bar, greeting him with a friendly smile.

"Mr. De Wolfe, how are you today?" he asked.

@bad-dog-byron

[ratguy-nico]

So cause Im a man of my word (no) yestarday I was making a lil... redesign? is kindo of a redesign but is also a lot of me not knowing how to draw Vivzie Pop's characters

can you tell character design is my passion? XD I suck at this

Why Via? Via is not my fav character but with her I could experiment with the Goth 2000's Girls so yeah

Im old people so I was alive in the 2012's Goth Girls Era and I used to dream of being able to dress like this but... for reasons I couldn't T^T

And cause I was reading a lot of Helluva Boss fanfics There's headcanon ? tropes ? of Via working for I.M.P. and having the most cute Daughter/Father relationship with Blitzø and having a sisters relationship with with Loona and I cry T^T

SO I have to draw her

Here is my personal favorite and some details of my process

This is like a shitty re design cause I wanted to keep it simple cause in animation the simplier the better but I overcomplicated some parts so is like not enough intricated and not simple enough

Also Im surprised I ended liking this one the most cause is the most similar to Via's original design and yeah that wasn't the idea 😅

This is more me re-igniting of my love for Goth style

I love GOTH OUTFITS

also here are some reference

[notenoughmuses]

Had one of those long hard days where you go to lay down ro go to bed and just start crying.

Under cut for ramby post no one prob cares about

It's only the second week of school. 8/9 days in. I'm not even solo teaching yet. I think it's partly stress of being in college for a decade and just doing school an part time retail job and knowing I'll be an educator full time eventually and have somehow less free time then school and work. Plus I want to be a mom someday so add in stigma of 1-2 year teachers being pregnant....and partly stress from probably dehydration cuz I'm so tired it's caffine of all kinds and not being used to this level of mental exhaustion. (Deli/barista vs teaching 😭😬) plus with another school incident in this country...it doesn't help my already shitty mental health about dying and having existential crisis at night about dying. Went from late last year into this year having those 1-2 times bi weekly to monthly and haven't had one in almost 4 months. R.I.P. my mental health today guys.

14 more weeks to go!

[putergenius]

maybe gods real..idk idk

[naitfall]

Levi had taken a moment to relax. After two sleepless days of preparing for the next expedition, he can finally enjoy his tea in peace . . .

[menhera-jellyfish]

Hi! It's our sideblog, idk if we'll be very active here but I thought it would be nice to have a space for horny thoughts or something like that. We're pro kink/pro para and anti contact for paraphilias that are non-con/harmful if acted on. Edit: in general it's blog for things I don't want to post on main, so it'll also be jirai / menhera blog!!

Our main is: @jellynyann

We're :

✩ Polish

✩ 20 yo

✩ AuDHD

✩ System

✩ Menhera / jirai

✩ Proship / Profic

✩ Selfship

✩ Aroace spec omni

✩ Fictosexual / fictophile

[britneyshakespeare]

re: my last long personal post about the day i had at work today

i'm sorry like i just can't get over it, i can't get over it. i am not there to be ogled, i am not there to be objectified. i'm not there to be a petting zoo or a table. i'm not there for any of it. i feel different enough at work for my age and position.

i'm VERY aware little boys have crushes on me. every now and then, one of them makes it very obvious. it's seriously nothing to me, because it's always been respectful. kids have crushes on adults, especially young ones. but i have no more intention of being a seductress than i would if i were fifty and married. i just so happen to be 25 and single. oh well. i am equally disinterested, and would like to be presumed as equally disinterest-ing. if i get a little unfair halo effect sometimes, i don't care.

it has literally never been so sexual in nature before. it has never been so much about my body, my legs. i worry about the reaction to this being dampened by the effect of the other adults around me seeing that and being like, well, yeah, if he's gonna be interested in anyone's legs, it'll be hers. i feel embarrassed calling attention to the fact that a kid is attracted to me. it has always, always been a non-issue before this. it has always been innocent and respectful of my role as the adult.

i wanna say i don't worry about this happening again, because it is a first. it is a first for me in four years, with dozens if not hundreds of kids, that i've been treated so inappropriately by a child. i worry about this being seen as more natural because it happened to me. but it's not natural just because it happened to me. i'm the teacher that a lot of kids have little crushes on, whatever. i'm not the teacher kids get to pinch and gawk at; that's never happened.

if this happened to me and i were fifty and married, would it be more scandalous? would i just, perhaps, not be believed? i don't know. i don't know. i keep going down these thought spirals of why me. what is the reaction people have to it being me? because while the few people who saw/heard about this seemed not to condone it, they don't seem shocked either. but it hurts, it does, because i'm shocked. that it happened to me. it's like i don't really know if people can put themselves in my shoes more than they can put themselves in his.

a young woman being treated at her place of work as a piece of meat is offensive, but it's everyday. it's banal. a teenage boy having a preoccupation with an adult woman that he can't see as fully human also so normalized. it just feels like an unempathetic view for me is all i can expect. when i already experienced this alone. AND i have to be the one to take responsibility and make others aware about it. because it's not like he was going to... somebody had to. and oh, look, i'm the adult. that makes me somebody.

like i don't even want him to be "punished" per se. i just want to be assured that steps will be taken to stop him from objectifying more women and girls in the future. holy shit, WHAT if he does this to a girl his age? would he? i don't know. i don't know the kid well. i have an idea of why he targeted me, but i don't know what he wouldn't do to someone who was more of his equal. i can't speak for or predict that.

it's just fucking humiliating. hi yeah i'm the substitute from friday. yeah i'm the one he couldn't keep his hands off of. cuz i dared to wear a skirt. yeah, same skirt i've worn to work with kids a bajillion times in the past four years. yeah i guess i was just so seductive. like give me a break; i don't want to receive any more attention for this but it just feels like i'm gonna. i don't know what kind of response i'm going to get to the email i wrote the regular para.

i don't know if i'm gonna have to elaborate further. i feel like i shouldn't have to. i gave her all the details somewhat unemotionally; it just stings the more and more since i got out of work. like i just can't believe that really happened. and the shock was dulled while it was happening, because i didn't believe it was happening. the more hours go by the more i'm like, well, yeah, i did the right thing: escaping that situation as promptly as i could, telling another adult, and emailing the permanent teacher about it.

i keep wanting to act unaffected by it. but i'm just so offended and dismayed. i also feel powerless, because i couldn't be the one to get him to stop. something about my presence to him was an invitation to treat me that way, and my not being amused did not deter him. it feels like the interpretation he had of me was not at all in my control. he wanted to view me as an object, and so i was one in his eyes. the other teachers can scold him for that, make him feel bad for that, but i can't. i'm not really the authority. i'm just the pretty one.

[slverblood]

I didn't really intend for these starters to be multi-para, but that's where they're ending up so it might take me a little while to write them all. Definitely will not finish tonight but I shall continue to chip at them!