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[andminnequin]

He’s been dubbed therapist ™️

[airplanelanding]

r/tifu

u/scrapgege • 21h

TIFU by planning a wedding for myself, my husband, and our "fiancé"

(L)

I know the title sounds weird, but I promise it gets worse.

For a little bit of background and context: I (32M) am married to my incredibly doting, amazing husband (26M) and have been for 5 years as of last month. We have both been engaged to Fiancé (24M), an old friend of his, for just about half a year now. We'd been dating for a year prior to our engagement, making our relationship a year and a half in total.

Since we got engaged about 6 months ago, I've been diligently planning the wedding.

My husband has been stressed as of recent, so I took it upon myself to handle all the details, hoping to surprise him with a day that would make his heart sing — just like he did for me on our wedding.

I've picked a venue, drafted invites for our closest friends, and even coordinated with my husband's personal assistant to develop the menu for the reception. It's been a long, arduous task, but I'm devoted to making this the best day of their lives.

The problem?

Last night, my husband pulled me aside to have a "very serious" conversation with him. I was concerned, of course, because he's seemed increasingly restless as of late. So, we sat down with some warm tea and after a little hesitating and a lot of reassurances he loves me...

My husband suggested the idea of inviting Fiancé into our relationship.

That's right. You read that right.

Our fiancé? NOT our fiancé.

In fact, come to find out, we haven't even been dating!

My husband hasn't been stressed because of wedding planning, contrary to my belief. No, he's been stressed because he didn't know how to approach the topic without it coming across the wrong way.

Apparently, I'm the only one who thought we were already together!

In the end, my husband got a good laugh out of it, deeply amused by the whole situation.

I, on the other hand, am mortified.

Looking back on it all, I really should've known sooner. However, it's not as if I was hiding my planning!

We went cake tasting! I took them (individually) to the tailor! I can't even begin to imagine what my husband and our (Not) Fiancé thought was going on.

And to top if all off, his personal assistant — the one who was helping me plan? Apparently, he knew everything the entire time and was just waiting for us to figure it out. (He is now very conveniently busy with work my husband did not assign him whenever I try to speak with him.)

I don't think I'll ever be able to live this down.

TL;DR - I planned an entire wedding for myself, my husband and our fiancé, come to find out we weren't even dating said fiancé, and my husband has actually been trying to figure out how to ask if we can be, the whole time.

edit: we are asking him out this evening.

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u/forthenight 20h

OP, how do you imagine an entire relationship?

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u/deleted 20h

deleted

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u/scrapgege OP • 20h

I do understand your perspective, if you

are coming from a place of actual care.

However, my husband and I are very

happy and deeply in love.

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u/masterofthewinds 19h

WAIT omg hold on is this abt who i think it is???

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u/scrapgege OP 19h

Oh, oops. Forgot you have Reddit.

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u/masterofthewinds 19h

TEXTING YOU.

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u/carefulplanner 17h

edit: we are asking him out this evening

OP!!!! Don't leave us hanging, we need to know what he says!!

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u/scrapgege OP • 4h

we are dating :-]

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u/eternal_sleeper 16h

I took them cake tasting! I took them (individually) to the tailor!

Okay but what DID they think was going on?

Also props to the PA for having the chance to clear this all up & instead choosing to watch it all devolve.

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u/scrapgege OP • 15h

According to my husband, he thought

the cake was me hinting that I wanted

more sweets while simultaneously

treating out Not-Fiancé, 2 birds 1 stone

style. As for the tailor, he says, and I

quote, "I had no idea what you were

planning, I was just happy to indulge

your whims." So...

edit: Not-Fiancé (now actual boyfriend)

was apparently "just along for the ride

and free food."

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u/oneman-army2 12h

"just along for the ride and free

food"

he is so real for that tbh.

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u/west-south17 10h

I think we're all ignoring the fact that this presumed relationship went on for 1.5 YEARS.

Our fiancé? NOT our fiancé.

How do you do that? Genuinely, how? What about the proposal? How does one make this error???

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u/covermyblow 7h

No way this is legit. Did you just not think there was anything weird about your relationship? Like, did you kiss "as buddies" or something?

If not, how do you go 1.5 years without thinking it's weird or there's something strange about the fact that your partner has never been physically affectionate with you?

OP is either a liar or wayyyy oblivious.

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u/scrapgege OP • 2h

Well first, kissing isn't by any means

a requirement for a relationship. But, I

just figured we were moving slow. He's

not always a very touchy-feely person,

and my husband and I respect his

boundaries. In fact, it would have been

fine even if we weren't just moving slow

and he simply didn't want any of that. As

long as he's by our sides, we'll be happy.

That's all that matters, really, is knowing

we love and care for each other, and will

always be there. Kissing is a bonus, not

a necessity.

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u/masterofthewinds 1h

AWWWWWWW!!!!!!

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u/fallingtree 23m

this is nauseatingly sweet i hate

couples

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u/fu--yao 2h

My husband has been stressed as of recent, so I took it upon myself to handle all the details, hoping to surprise him with a day that would make his heart sing — just like he did for me on our wedding.

this is sickening I'm never speaking to you again.

In fact, come to find out, we haven't even been dating!

I HAD TO LISTEN TO YOUR LOVESTRUCK RAMBLINGS FOR NOTHING???

I planned an entire wedding for myself, my husband and our fiancé, come to find out we weren't even dating said fiancé, and my husband has actually been trying to figure out how to ask if we can be, the whole time.

Do you just not talk??? HOW DID YOU DO THIS???? I'm never talking to you again.

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u/nanfengfeng 1h

I told you.

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u/scrapgege OP • 49m

??? You helped me pick the venue.

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u/fu--yao 43m

why didn't you ask me.

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u/northern-general 11m

OP, when's the wedding?

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[bihannies]

how svt 95z would react to you calling them babygirl

characters: scoups, jeonghan, joshua

warnings: one suggestive joke in scoups'

96z | 97z | 98+99z

reblogs and reactions much appreciated <3

[unnamedcrane]

Hi hello, I'm here to talk about my... fairy? sona? fairy!sona? One of them!

So like i roughly mentioned before my fairy is a "pwetty faiwy" variant of fairy, which is whatever you imagine when hearing disney fairy/barbie fairy/fairytale-book-w-pretty-pictures-fairy. Sorry guys I'm not into creature-like faeries or whatever. 😔😔😔

The fairy village she lives in (alongside erineas fairy 5am) is conveniently placed in a forest that neighbors certain's skeleton's garden. And while little magic that 5am has comes from like weeds and stuff, Anna's come from flowers. Like I mentioned the magic isn't very figured out at all so pls don't ask me about details. thanks ✨

Either way Anna has more magic - giving her wings that pretty shiny magical look you usually get with fairies (doesn't change the fact that I still can't settle on their shape sigh)

In her everyday silly fairy life Anna spends her time sewing little clothes for her and her fairy friends with whatever fabric her grubby fairy hands can find (ie flower petals, leaves, whatever junk 5am brings her). She's the one that told 5am to wear some freaking clothes for once and stop being a damned nudist. (snail police tried to jail her for being indecent multiple times 😔)

After 5am meets Oak (Horror Sans) and Anna also gets introduced to him, she starts visiting his garden very often to take borrow some new materials for whatever she might be making.

With that said she also meets her eventual bone-interests through Oak. While at first this au was purely for erineas weed-indulgment needs, I quickly realized that I also want to have fairy fun with skeletons so here we are.

On that note here's fairy clothes I drew at some point last year:

the purple ones are supposed to be for Anna and spider lily dress was specifically for 5am but i couldnt figure out how to make it look nice :c

@lylia9000 as soon as u mentioned a poppy fairy, which btw so cool! hypno magic is such fun idea! I immediately remembered I drew poppy clothes before hkskjfd

(the quality is bad ik, let's not worry about that)

[echo-goes-mmm]

Headache

Juno collection Masterpost

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Warnings: slavery, implied past noncon

Master was up late, which wasn't unusual. Sometimes he worked past midnight.

It couldn't be good for him, not when Master got up just after dawn most days.

The duchess had told him to look after Master, and he tried his best, but there was only so much he could do.

He couldn't tell Master it was time for bed, or that he was up too late. All he could do was try and make sure Master would sleep well when he did go to bed.

But tonight was a bad night, and it was only a matter of time before Juno messed up.

It had started early.

At seven o'clock, after dinner, Master went to his office.

Usually, Juno would sew, or practice in the kitchens downstairs for a while, to let Master concentrate.

Today, he had been sewing his bear up again. It had ripped, and it needed fixing before it got worse.

He knew it was going to be a bad night when he kept accidentally sticking himself with the needle.

Juno didn't make a sound, but by the dozenth time, his thumb was so sore he had to give up.

It had gotten worse from there.

He tripped going to the kitchens to fetch Master's evening snack. The delicate tray of china rattled in his shaking hands when he went up the stairs.

The fluttering curtains made him jump when he closed them, even though he knew nothing was there.

Juno very nearly spilled the tea when he poured it for Master, and couldn't seem to remember how much sugar Master liked in it no matter how hard he tried.

And now it was after eleven, and the dim, dancing light of the fireplace and candles wasn't helping matters.

Juno got up silently, the only sound in the room the crackle of lit wood and the scratching of ink put to paper.

He adjusted the bedspread again. That was something he couldn't mess up, even when it was a bad night.

He stared down at the luxurious blanket and silk sheets. Juno wondered what the thread count was.

Master enjoyed having him in bed. To hold, not to hurt like his old master. It helped him sleep.

A shadow fell across the wall, and Juno flinched. It was only the firelight, and his mind playing tricks.

He was going to have a nightmare tonight.

Juno wrapped his arms around himself, shaking his head.

He knew it was coming, just like how a sore throat warned of a cold.

Master needed rest. Master needed sleep.

Juno was going to ruin it.

Master was still working.

Juno went back to his kennel. His bear lay on the floor of his crate. Still ripped, still needing to be sewn.

He wasn't always like this. He used to be normal. But his old master liked to shove and hit, especially across the face. He hit hard, and often made Juno dizzy from it.

And one day, Juno fell against the stone floor, heard a slick crack and a sharp pain, and suddenly he was scrubbing a pot a day later with no idea how he'd gotten there.

Nighttime hadn't been the same ever since.

Juno picked up the needle and thread, and began to try again.

Master was working late. There was nothing he could do about it.

Juno missed the stitch, and the needle pricked him yet again.

A drop of blood welled up on his finger, and he was too sluggish to wipe it away before it stained his bear.

The bear he'd painstakingly made from over twenty pieces of tiny, precious fabric and stuffed with even more scrounged-up cloth.

His finger had already stopped bleeding. He put down his project.

What was the point?

Tonight was a bad night, and there was nothing he could do about it.

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[andthatsp1]

some things never change.

2010 // 2024

[grimowled]

;psa

we are now accepting mastermind related asks and interactions!

[dangaer]

morning everyone!! with next week being prioritised by this blog, i thought it would be good to mention i'm definitely considering completing my rules overhaul. i have my other blogs theme to finish but after that i will be updating this blogs theme and what i can advise to expect.

a.) new rules (this will come before the theme and ill make a seperate post on it - no major changes, i just don't like how i wrote them 4 years ago!) b.) muse additions ( my lack of phone has pushed me into picking up my switch again and i've finished one virch.e route so expect additions - will also make a post on who they are once the muses are up. ) c.) either a following sort out / me copying what i did with my other blog by doing a meme spam to various mutuals? (i need to do it more on my other blog but between the two ... yeah.) d.) compalnion update! (this is the next week for yes. my notepad is now my phone @ work yesterday and i've brainstormed a lot. maybe this month ... will be the month? <- dont quote me on that )

[shadowkoo]

bias selfie tag

i'm forever late and can't find the person who tagged me in my notifs but dw i got around to it eventually lak;jdsf;alksjdf

tagging these cool people & anyone else that wants to:

@jenoslutie @svtiddiess @yoonguurt @liveyun @sluttywoozi

@thisfuckingdeadlife @seokgyuu @onlymingyus @caelesjjk

@chryblossomjjk @shuadotcom @hopegguks @sailoryooons

@c-oupsie @jinstronaut @horanghater @wooahaeproductions

@hobeemin @yoonia @monvante @taegularities @jeonstudios

@beomcoups @kwanisms @ugh-yoongi @raplinesmoon

@xscoupsx @temptaetions @gimmethatagustd @ressjeon

[autumnapricot]

posted chapter 20 of yswtt 🐌💝

[mahmur]

@volegne inquires restricted data ( accepting ! ) ∘ ∘ ∘ give us some songbird lore - ! what are her thoughts regarding her codename; does she like it, resent it? How did she get it? where does songbird begin & so mi end?

𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐃 is a construct, deeply rooted, tangled, in identity, performance, and survival. a codename she had to adapt to in order to distance herself from her humanity. designed to place emphasis on elegance and deception. 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐃 sounds beautiful, gentle, like something harmless, and that is what makes it so insidious. she does not get used to the name right away, but it is the one most people hear about her first. the first impression. she must be a program, an android, anything but a human, 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐃 is just a nickname, an alternation.

and she cannot even sing! though songs carry secrets in their lyrics, encoded. when she uses her voice, she manipulates, seduces, and extracts. her body an instrument, her mind a vault. people she passes by no longer see her as one of them. she is an asset that can echo the right tune to open doors, sway officials, or distract a kill squad for long enough to reroute their tracker. an alienation from her own identity. sure, in the beginning, it feels special. the heavy reverence with which many approach her. a bit mysterious. but over time the glamour cracks, splinters off like paint on unattended porcelain. only then does she realise that 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐃 does not sing a melody to anyone, but is the mask that is forced onto her. a cage, even if it is gilded.

i like the name, i don't like it… 𝐒𝐎 𝐌𝐈 has no clear answer to that. even if one were to ask her, grab her by the collar, shake her, in the hope that something would fall from her mouth. she might offer a wry smirk and say something noncommittal, like ❝ it suits me. ❞ or ❝ it has this hopeful touch, doesn't it? ❞

but one thing is certain: she loathes the name for what it has cost her. how easily people let themselves be manipulated by it and give more attention to the construct behind it than to the person who has to carry it. 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐃 is, for some, a warning, an objectification, a symbol of power, precision, and operations. and if they see her tag, it is already too late, cold sweat and confusion, because when the name appears, there are definitely no good tidings.

maybe she wants that, wants people to know they are being watched, exploited, and sacrificed, all in the name of the fia and 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐃. even though she wields her name masterfully, she never finds peace with it, with how it distorts her.

and yet, here is a flicker of pride, reluctant but real, blooming in the hollows of her chest like something half-buried and stubbornly alive. not pride for what the name was meant to signify, no, never that. but for what she endured beneath it. for the weight she carried when no one was looking. for the blood she swallowed, and the silence she stitched into her own mouth. she bears it like a brand, and then, she remakes it.

she does not wear 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐃 with grace. she forged it. folded it around her fury, her brilliance, her sharp, brutal will to survive. takes what is given to her like a curse and speaks it back like a threat. let the name become a blade, honed and gleaming. no longer a symbol of innocence, or beauty, or something soft enough to cage. now it means danger. it means precision. it means vengeance sung in code and blaze.

𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐃 is the blade, silent, gleaming, honed by hands not her own. the ghost in the satellite feed, the voice that slips between frequencies like a lullaby before the storm. she is the traitor and the saviour both, crafted with such precision that even her lies sound like truth. her face can mimic affection, her voice is a scalpel, soft, sharp, necessary. that part of her still waits, coiled deep in her chest like a serpent in the dark, patient and unblinking. she can feel it even now, humming beneath her ribs, ready to strike when things fall apart.

but 𝐒𝐎 𝐌𝐈, 𝐒𝐎 𝐌𝐈 is what is left behind when the mission ends. she is the cost. the shadow after the explosion. the weight in her lungs when she breathes and it still hurts. she is the girl who never learned how to be anything outside of usefulness, or forgot about it. who once believed silence was strength and obedience was affection. she wakes from dreams slick with static, still wired into the neural matrix, still bleeding secrets into the void. her hands tremble in the quiet, when there is no one around to see. not fear. not weakness. just memory.

she is trying. damn, she is trying. peeling back layers with trembling fingers, as if beneath them there might still be something tender, untouched. she scrapes at the armour until her knuckles bleed, whispering her name like it might anchor her to the ground: 𝐒𝐎 𝐌𝐈. not a code. not a call sign. not a weapon.

and yet, on the nights when the lights dim and the hum of night city lulls into something nearly like peace, she finds herself reaching for the sharpness. for the clarity. for the certainty that comes with being 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐃. because 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐃 always knows what the next move is. 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐃 has purpose, direction, a path carved in blood and precision.

𝐒𝐎 𝐌𝐈 has only questions. and skin too soft. and a heart she cannot seem to silence. it frightens her, this return to something human. this helpless unmaking. because in the quiet, she is no longer someone’s instrument. she is herself. and she is terrified she will not be enough.

( 𝐁𝐎𝐍𝐔𝐒 dedicated to the mellow moon in the sky. )

already the first time, he emphasises it differently. different from how people usually say it. the second time, she wants to correct him. wants to correct him, but does not know what exactly. she hears it. he says it. 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐃. 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐃? that is not my name. song, are you there? you’re getting us worried, girl.

it feels like a blackout. in the hours that follow, she hears her name in every variation. they plead, they beg, and they warn. for some, it is the last thing they say. but v stays persistent. always the same, always the same. 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐃. 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐃. it nearly drives her crazy.

at first, it is silence. the kind of silence that wraps itself around the tongue like a second skin, protecting you from saying too much. sharing only the necessary bits. she has worn that silence for years, carried it like a shield through every briefing, every mission, every breathless sprint away from who she used to be. people talk about betrayal like it is a knife you hold in your hand, but the worst betrayals come from letting someone see what makes you soft.

he does not ask with the hunger most people have, that desire to know you so they could pin you to the wall like a trophy. he watches, instead. listens with the kind of stillness that makes her think, he is not trying to take something from me. and that is rare. dangerous. terrifying. especially, with the countdown strapped to his life. he should be in a hurry.

names she has not spoken since they burned her file. decisions made in rooms with no windows. every time she thinks she will choke on it, he waits. bears witness. he does not fix it. he does not try to. and that is what makes her trust him. he knows some ruins are not meant to be rebuilt. only remembered. seen.

❝ i'm with you, 𝐒𝐎 𝐌𝐈. ❞

finally, it does not feel like drowning anymore. it feels like surfacing.

a love letter to @psychescape's vince and his ever-flowing adoration, which so mi reciprocates ♡

[smittyw]

noemi turnaround!! 💥💥

[gojoest]

i’m not going to make it with girl dad satoru before the end of 2023 😔

[foxesonstilts]

I got tagged by @kathastrophen to post the 10 last songs I listened to so here they are in no particular order:

jeannette - kelly lee owens

prime - shearwater

king - florence & the machine

conversion - khruangbin & leon bridges

hurricane - james vincent mcmorrow

mermaid - okkervil river

both sides now (orchestral version) - joni mitchell

aye - sam fender

love is all - the tallest man on earth

you're so dark - arctic monkeys

I'm tagging: @tinypi, @greaseonmymouth, @notajoinerofthings and @neversandnowheres

[inaconstantstateofchange]

WIP ask game

Rules: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! Tag as many people as you like.

Finirà Bene Ch. 3

Hellsbound Hearts

Meditation

Your Grove

Was I Sweet Once?

Gale: I’m Sorry Honey

Wings & Chains

Tagging @dungeonspawn and @sky-kiss and @flamemittens and @apfelgranate and anyone else who wants to participate.

[scftlyruined]

Look into his angeleyes One look and you're hypnotised He'll take your heart And you must pay the price

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