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[anotherhumaninthisworld]

Do we have any idea when Horace returned from the wetnurse ?

We don’t have any exact date, but some observations can nevertheless be made.

Horace was born on July 6 1792, baptised the 8th and sent to a wetnurse on the 9th (as seen through Lucile’s diary). We know through a letter Camille sent his father on July 12 that the wet nurse lived in Isle-Adam, about 60 km away from Rue du Théâtre 1 (today Rue de l’Odeon 28) where the Desmoulins couple lived (I don’t know exactly how long it would take to travel in a carriage between these two places).

Already in a letter written around ten days later, Camille tells Lucile, who has gone to rest up in the countryside (around 50 km from Isle-Adam), that ”I do not venture to speak to you about your baby, lest I should bring you tears into your eyes,” which seems like a clear indicator Horace is still with his wet nurse and that this caused Lucile pain. But only a few sentences later Camille tells her to ”kiss Daronne and Horace for me,” which could instead be read as implying Horace had already been brought over to his mother. That could also be the case when Lucile on July 28 writes in her diary: ”my little one is doing well.” I do however think it sounds more logical that Camille is just being sentimental and that Lucile’s simply received a letter from the wet nurse or even gone to visit her son herself, given the fact not even a month had passed since Horace’s birth when these texts were written.

On December 12 1792 Lucile picks up writing her diary again after having stayed silent for five months. ”O my child,” she writes that day, ”my dear child, what palpitation I feel when thinking of you! My son! Why then does this word make my tears flow?…” This sentence, which offers too little information for us to tell whether Horace has been reunited with his mother or not, is the only mention Lucile makes of him from this moment up until February 16 1793, a period during which she consistently keeps a diary. To me, it therefore comes off as unlikely he would have returned home somewhere during the spam of these two months, because wouldn’t that be something worth writing down in the diary for Lucile? The total absence of Horace in the entries also invite me to believe he hadn’t come home in the five months she’s not written anything either.

Just three days after the last diary entry, February 16, Lucile, while in Essonne together with Camille, does however write a letter to her mother back in Paris asking her to ”write to me if my little one is doing well,” which at first seems to be a clear indicator Horace is back in the capital. However, in the very same letter Lucile also asks her mother to come and join her and Camille at the place where they currently are, and four days later she again writes to tell her about her sister Adèle eventually coming too. Would it be true that Horace had come back to Paris by then, we might therefore ask who was supposed to look after him, since apparently all his female relatives can get out of town without any issue. Was it the Desmoulins’ maid Jeannette, who lived in the same building as them?

A speculation I’ve had is that the reason Lucile’s diary entries end so abruptly in February is because she after this had a baby to look after, meaning she wouldn’t have been able to go out and do stuff as much as before. Madame Danton and Madame Robert did however have children born in 1790, 1792 and 1791 respectively, and as can be seen through the diary, this does in no way hinder them from vistiting the theater and other people’s homes together with Lucile. So I don’t know if all these girls had nannies looking after their kids for them, or if the kids are with them and Lucile just never mentions them.

We have this letter that Fréron’s little sister Thérèse Jeanne, wife of the general Jean François de La Poype, sent to Lucile. However, it’s unfortunately undated, and I can’t tell when it was written through the context either, but I take it as implying Horace was still with the wet nurse when it was penned down:

Coubertin, Monday morning.  How good you are, my dear Lucile, to take such pains to answer so punctually, and to relieve my anxiety! rely upon your kindness to let me know any good news when you know it yourself. Neither my husband nor my brother has written to me; but, according to what you tell me, M. De la Poype will be with you immediately. Scold him well, I beg, my dear Lucile, and beat him even, if you think it necessary; I give him over to you. Goodbye, dear aunt; I embrace you with all my heart. Do tell me about your pretty boy; is he well? We shall, I hope, see him at some time together. (Parlez-moi donc de votre joli enfant; se porte-t-il bien ? Nous irons, j'espère, le voir quelquefois ensemble). Be the first to tell me of my husband's arrival; it will be so sweet to owe my happiness to you! Fanny (Thérèse Jeanne’s daughter) is perfectly well. I received most tenderly the kiss she gave me from you. My compliments to your husband.  Fréron de la Poype Coubertin, near Chevreuse.

On August 1 1793 we get a good indicator Horace is back with his parents, as Camille on that date writes to his father:

I felt even more just now, in seeing my son, how sensible this blow (of having read that your son died in battle) must have been go your heart. My wife and I have been very touched by the interest that you show for this child so amiable and whom we love so much that I have a horrible fear of losing him. […] Where is the asylum, the underground where I could hide from all eyes with my wife, my child and my books?

We also know Horace was home in time for Robespierre to have held him in his arms ”so many times” as Lucile herself puts it in a letter written during her last weeks on Earth. Something which I assume he stopped doing at least after he and Camille fell out with each other in January 1794, and being a member of the Committee of Public Safety from July 27 1793 and forward might also have decreased the opportunities.

In the letter dated July 12 1792, where Camille tells his father Horace has been sent to a wet nurse, he mentions it’s the same one Danton’s youngest son François-Georges, who was born on February 2 1792, currently finds himself with. In the aftermath of the Insurrection of May 31 1793, Fabre d’Eglantine holds a speech where he reports that Danton at the end of August 1792 exclaimed: ”I’ve brought here my mother who is 70 years old; I’ve brought here my two children; they arrived yesterday. Before the Prussians enter Paris, I want my family to perish, I want 20 000 torches in an instant to turn Paris into a pile of ashes” when the idea of fleeing the capital and emerging foreign armies was brought up. This would imply François-Georges could do without the wet nurse after half a year spent there, standards we might assume were applied to other children taken in there as well, Horace included. This would fit rather well with the assumption Horace was home by February 1793, when Lucile writes to ask her mother for news about him…

Finally, we also have this family portrait attributed to either David or his school. I think Horace looks rather young on it, not appearing to have grown any hair yet, but it’s hard to tell exactly how old he is meant to be here:

[soberpluto]

Moon Signs Ranked By How They Handle Drama

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Before we dive into the matter, let’s talk about the difference between your Sun sign and your Moon sign when it comes to handling drama. Your Sun sign reflects your outward personality, your ego, and how you present yourself to the world—this is how you might want to handle drama. But your Moon sign? That’s where the real tea is. Your Moon sign represents your emotional self, your gut reactions, and how you process your feelings—especially in stressful, dramatic situations. So, when things get messy, it’s your Moon sign that determines whether you’ll be calmly sipping your coffee or lighting a fire in response.

As always, it's impossible to determine how anything will manifest exactly because we need to look at the rest of the chart… however, this is a good starting point!

Now, let’s rank the Moon signs, from the chillest of them all to the total drama queens/kings!

😎Taurus Moon: These are emotional anchors. They’re so grounded and stable that even the biggest storm of drama won’t knock them over. If chaos is swirling around, they’re sitting there like, “Meh, I’ll deal with it later.” They’ll avoid unnecessary conflict because their emotional comfort is priority number one. Taurus Moon handles drama by not handling it—at least not until it’s absolutely necessary. It's wise to avoid provoking them though because when they finally give into anger, they literally become raging bulls.

👽Aquarius Moon: Aqua Moon responds to drama like they’re watching a documentary about it. They keep a cool, intellectual distance and would rather analyze the situation from every angle before reacting. Emotionally, they prefer to float above it all—if they don’t feel it, it doesn’t exist. The only time they get involved is if something piques their curiosity or challenges their ideals, but even then, they keep it super chill. If you manage to trigger them, however, you can expect humongous logical argumentation and zero emotional input. Be ready to be attacked with irrefutable proof of your mistakes, even if it's only in their heads.

🥱Capricorn Moon: Cap Moons approach drama like it’s a puzzle to be solved. Emotions? They’re filed away neatly so they can think logically through the chaos. When drama hits, Capricorn Moon stays calm, organized, and already has a 10-step plan to defuse the situation. Drama doesn’t rattle them, but if you mess with their sense of control or reputation, they might quietly strategize your downfall. But hey, it’s nothing personal—just business. And rest assured you'll be target number one of their bitter sarcasm.

📁Virgo Moon: These are all about emotional efficiency. They don’t love drama because it disrupts their need for order and clarity, but when it comes, they handle it like they’re cleaning up a spill—quickly, thoroughly, and with minimal fuss. They’ll quietly process their emotions and offer a solution before anyone else even realizes there’s a problem. Drama can’t last long in a Virgo Moon’s world; they’ll organize it out of existence. Expect them, however, to judge and critize you endlessly in secret after they've seen any dramatic tendencies in you.

❤️‍🩹Libra Moon: They do hate drama, but they’ll get involved if it means restoring balance. They want everyone to get along, and they’ll go to great lengths to keep the peace. Expect diplomacy, compromise, and maybe a little passive-aggressive avoidance if things get too heated. They handle drama by smoothing things over and pretending it’s not that bad, even if it’s a total mess. But deep down? It stresses them out a lot. They are good at handling conflict, but not so much at managing their emotions towards it.

😭Pisces Moon: They don’t just handle drama—they feel it on a soul level. They absorb everyone’s emotions, making it hard to tell where their feelings end and the drama begins. They’ll cry, dream, and escape into their imagination when things get too intense, but they’ll also offer deep emotional wisdom if needed. Drama drains them, but they can’t help but get caught up in the emotional tides because it's very hard for them to place boundaries around them. Just don’t expect them to confront it head-on—they’ll probably swim away instead.

👄Gemini Moon: Having the Moon in the sign of twins makes someone handle drama by talking their way through it—a lot. They process their emotions quickly, and before you know it, they’ve shared their side of the story with three different friend groups. Drama doesn’t weigh them down for long, but their curiosity might lead them to stir the pot a little just to see what happens. They love a good story, even if they have to create it themselves.

😝Sagittarius Moon: Sagittarius Moons don’t go looking for drama, but their blunt honesty tends to create it. They’ll handle it by saying exactly what’s on their mind, no sugar-coating involved. Drama may flare up because of something they’ve said, but they’ll stand by it and probably throw in a philosophical explanation about why they’re right. They move on quickly, though—they’ve got bigger things to focus on than petty arguments.

🥺Cancer Moon: Cancer Moons can't help take everything personally, so when drama hits, they’re deep in their feelings. They’ll retreat into their emotional shell, relive the situation in their head a million times, and probably cry about it. But don’t mistake their sensitivity for weakness—if pushed, they’ll lash out with a full emotional outburst. Drama can linger for Cancer Moon—they’ll hold onto it long after everyone else has moved on.

😈Scorpio Moon: This stingy Moon handles drama with intense, silent calculation. They don’t just feel emotions—they live them, and if you’ve wronged them, they’re not going to forget. They’ll wait, watch, and plot their next move in the emotional chess game. Drama with a Scorpio Moon doesn’t end with a big blow-up; it simmers beneath the surface, slowly building until they strike. When they do, it’s obsessive, intense and final.

🎭Leo Moon: Leo Moons love drama because it’s an opportunity to showcase their emotions. If there’s a spotlight, Leo Moon is stepping into it, ready to deliver an emotional performance worthy of an Oscar. They’ll take the drama personally, make it bigger than it needs to be, and then get over it just as quickly once they’ve had their moment in the sun. It’s not that they seek out drama—they just can’t resist the stage when it’s there.

🥊Aries Moon: This Martian Moon is pure fire when it comes to handling drama. They don’t sit back—they run headfirst into it, ready to confront the situation with full force. If emotions flare, expect yelling, arguing, and maybe even some impulsive actions. Aries Moon doesn’t shy away from conflict; in fact, they kind of thrive in it. They’ll burn bright, get it all out, and then move on just as quickly, leaving a trail of emotional debris in their wake.

Hope you have a little fun reading! Thanks a lot :)

Written by @soberpluto

[rileyglas]

The List ~Pt. 1 - Creation~

Alastor (Hazbin Hotel) x Reader

This is my first-time writing fanfic but I literally cannot get the stories out of my brain so…why not make everyone else suffer. This is part one of a story I’ve been rolling around some time. I feel setting a good foundation for the reader/main character is super important, so I PROMISE this story gets better. Be prepared for the usual angst, mystery (Alastor), sassiness (Lucifer), fluff, eventual smut (yes horny readers bear with me we need some plot), and of course 18+ because….it’s Hazbin what do you expect?

Summary: f!reader finds themselves in Hell. Unable to accept your horrible fate you make it a point to continue being a bright soul surrounded by the darkness of Hell. With some higher advice, you create a list of rules to live. A short list to keep out danger and continue helping the lower sinners of Pentagram City. It’s the ONLY way you can survive (right?). Your list begins to crumble when you start helping Lucifer’s daughter with some hotel and a dream to redeem the same sinners you want to protect.

**sentences in italics are internal thoughts of the reader

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Part 1 (You're on it!) Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5  Part 6 Part 7 Part 7.A Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12

Rumor was all sinners would spawn in hell with attributes related to their life and (untimely) death. Your gift power was proof of that.

“Everyone get inside! Come on before the exorcists see you.” You hurry the last of the smaller sinners inside a building. It kills you to see such fear from the souls. “Lock the door. I'll lure them away.”

How foolish you were. Somehow a heart of gold followed you to these depths after death...ironic how even the nicest people end up in hell. God really does have his favorites I suppose.

But that foolishness led you to the best thing to happen to you, so you thought. Dodging through the streets, maneuvering, anything to lead the "angels" away from even the worst of sinners. Cursing praying for their safety. It was only your second extermination, but you already caught onto their game. It was all too easy to get around their sloppiness. Needing a breather, you weave around some cars and dive behind a dumpster. Idiots can't even keep track of my thickass? Pathetic!

A few moments pass as it grows quiet. Your breath begins to steady when the softest whimper catches your attention. As quietly (and non-threatening) as possible, you turn the corner to approach a crying dark mass curled on the ground. Seeing their blood pooling sends your stomach into flips. Not another one. Fearing the worst you gently reach out. “Hey hey...shhh..." you utter, feeling her wince ever so slightly. "No don't panic I'm here to help. Where are you hurt?"

The young girl slowly uncrumples herself to show her wound...a massive "X" sliced hips to neck. It was so deep you couldn't believe she was still breathing let alone even moving. Fuck she's lost too much blood. "Come here let me try to stop the bleeding" you lied. You knew she had no chance. But your chest hurt at the thought of her dying (again) alone in some shit alley. With the last of her strength she curled into you, her white hair tickling your face. She had her textured locks pulled back tightly and black horns accenting the top of her head. Her tired red eyes relaxed, slowly closing as she leaned into you. Such a beautiful girl falling to such a terrible fate. With one hand on part of her wound, you used your other to softly stroke her head. “I'm so sorry young one...just breathe in and know you're not alone.” As her breathing shallows you gently kiss her forehead, bidding her soul a gentle goodbye.

The second your lips touch her skin, pure fire floods through your veins. Every nerve in your body feeling ripped apart. You spasm from the pain, clenching onto the girls now limp body. Just when the pain starts misting your vision you see flashes of...pink? "What the fuck!!" You grit through your teeth. What felt like hours of pain was merely a few seconds and it quickly dissipated from your body as did the pink light. Shit shit shit, there’s no way the exorcist didn’t hear OR SEE that! You stay perfectly still...listening to the silence with your mind reeling over what just happened.

A gasp breaks the deafening silence, pulling you back to reality. The young girl jolted out of your arms, gasping in as much air as she could. Looking down you notice her wounds were gone, only dry blood and tattered cloth remained from the laceration. You look at each other in panic and shock.

After inspecting her stomach she snaps out of her daze, remembering you two were still not safe.

"It's too dangerous to stay out here. Come with me - we aren’t far from the safehouse. I am sure my mother will want to meet you."

You follow without hesitation. Trust has always been a weakness. As you make your way through the city, she explains how she was out collecting angelic weapons with her sister when they got separated. After getting cornered she just accepted her fate...then you found her. "The name is Clara by the way. Clara Carmine. I usually just go by CC though."

You never intended to get into the Overlord game. You were merely trying to make the best, quiet life in hell if that was even possible. Guess things change when you save the daughter of Hells most prestigious Overlord. Who could say no to being taken in and protected by THE Carmilla Carmine.

Carmilla immediately began preparing you after hearing of the power you possessed. The power to heal with touch...of course it’s not that easy…it required pure intensions, coming from a place of love. Who the hell (pun intended) wrote this cruel joke for a sinner? How did the lowest of low get given such power just a few short years after arriving? It was your most precious secret. It had to be. If anyone of ill will found out - and come on, it's Hell - your soul would have been the most sought after in the pride ring. You wouldn’t last a day. Carmilla was indebted to you for saving Clara, so she made a deal to give you protection and mentorship as repayment. The first of many deals you’d make in Hell, growing the power you held.

In the years you've been under Carmilla's watch, you created a short list of rules to keep yourself out of harm’s way -

1. Never trust another Overlord

2. Never tell a soul what (or how much) power you have

3. Never bring anyone too close

4. Never let your weaknesses show

It was a simple enough list that had worked for you so far.

You chose to make deals with those who needed protection or help while navigating the dangerous afterlife. In your deals each soul was bound to secrecy as to who you were and what you provided. Contract details and fine print were your specialty. Your soul count was the highest Carmilla had ever seen for someone so new, so merciful. She would often mention only one other sinner ever rose the ranks as quick though his methods were…less than savory. She never bothered to say who. Every Overlord meeting the rumors spread of some "Saving Grace" sinner making their way into powerful ranks. A shadow giving vile hope. But just as quick as those rumors appeared - they were put to rest when no new faces ever appeared. Of course you were there - you needed to attend for information just as much as the next guy, but you never sat as an Overlord. Carmilla granted you a place off to the side as "the help" to serve tea or make notes as needed. No one ever batted an eye to someone considered just a worker bee in Carmilla's hive.

Every meeting was the same, though it seemed unease was rising after each extermination. Six years had passed since you fell into this hellhole (har har). Another extermination, another meeting. Sitting in your designated corner, you twirl your pen as the Overlords began taking their seats. Might as well be invisible - but you preferred it that way. As your mind slightly wonders to less important things, the quiet buzz of conversations around you fades away from your ears.

"—yes I know I’ve been absent some time. I'm sure you've ALL been wondering!"

Your attention snaps back with the sound of this charming new voice. The demon was dressed to the nines - red suit jacket, gloves, freshly pressed slacks. Your already preoccupied mind raced. Who the hell is that? Where has he been? Why does he have that shit eating grin?

He must hold some power to be sitting here after all these years…

"Not really. But welcome back in any case."

That dismissal from Camilla was enough for you to put aside any questions you had of the demon. You knew this meeting would be tense. Can't afford distractions when you needed to be all ears. As you began writing you felt something in the pit of your stomach. Was someone staring at you? You try to shake the feeling when Velvette made her grand entrance. With a sigh and eye roll you set aside your notebook. God damn this woman, no respect, no couth. Gonna be a long one today.

The sinking feeling returns, this time you catch the culprit. The (new to you) demon Overlord is staring at you as if you’re the only one in the room. You make eye contact hoping he moves his gaze, but it only fuels the intensity on you. That smile never faltering. Your ears ring and static pricks your ear drums. Can I fuckin help you sir? Wait no, you're just the help. Lower sinners would never even dream of speaking to an Overlord like such. Thankfully the eye contact breaks when Velvette tosses the head of an exorcist on the table.

Ah I suppose this will be quite a fascinating meeting…

[springseasonie]

Trust me. | LHC (M)

Best friend to lovers x fem reader

Summary: you just got out of a relationship, but for some reason, Haechan can't wait to tell you he likes you. It's not that you don't feel the same, but your mind isn't exactly in the right place after the breakup. But Haechan's words make you feel so good and so secure, that you just have to indulge into what could be.

Warnings: sexual content, LOTS AND LOTS of kissing, dry humping, penetrative sex, vanilla sex (womp womp), clothed sex (kinda), nipple play (if you squint), haechan is a tease kinda, they're a bit emotional and soft for each other 🤥, proof read but there may still be errors yikers

Word count: 3,2k

Song recs: slidin by kai, dive by victoria monet, in a good way by faye webster

A/N: my birthday was last week yipee I'm finally 20 now. I got lost of birthday money so I decided to buy a ticket for dream show in Newark. I'm so excited. I'm actually gonna see Mark after I missed 127 the last time. I was working on a Jaehyun fic but needed a break so I decided to write this one before the concert, so I hope you guys like it. This is my second actual oneshot so spare me 😭😭. Please give any feedback you can if you want. 🤍🩷🤍🩷

"What do you mean?" Your expression was blank, staring at him like a deer in headlights.

"I like you," he repeated.

"You're not funny," you spat, rolling your eyes as you scrolled through your feed.

"I'm not trying to be funny." You look at him, seeing the sincerity in his expression. Haechan is the type to joke about stuff like this, and it's scary that this wasn't a joke. You knew him forever, he even said you were like a sister to him at one point. When did it change? When did he see you as a girl and not as a sister?

"Haechan please." You let out a deep breath, rubbing your forehead in irritation. "What are you saying right now?"

"I have feelings for you Y/N. I'm not joking. I'm being a hundred percent serious," he said. He looked away from you, letting out a small sigh.

You went stiff, uncomfortable with the events taking place. It's not like you were repulsed by it, just a bit shocked. These scenarios only really happen in movies, this is never anything you thought about happening to the both of you. And considering you just came out of a relationship, this was not looking good for you. "W-why?"

"Why," he repeated. "I don't know…I can't even tell you where these feelings came from." He looked at you to see your reaction, but he saw nothing but worry from you. He knew what you were worried about. You didn't want to get a call from your ex saying he was right about you two, that you and Haechan do have a thing for each other. You didn't want to get that call saying he shouldn't have dated you, that he knew he couldn't trust you. It broke Haechan's heart seeing you in pain, seeing you hurting because of something he couldn't prevent.

"Are you saying this just to get in my pants," you mumble quietly.

"I would never do that to you. You know that," he reassured you.

"Are you aware that I'm literally going through a break up right now?"

"I know, I know." He lets out a frustrated groan, throwing his face in his hands. "I'm sorry, I just couldn't wait to tell you."

You sighed, leaning back on his headboard. You didn't really know how to process the information you were being given right now, let alone how you were feeling. Years ago, you would've been the happiest person in the world, having a crush on him when you were younger. You liked him a lot at the time, him being the only boy who ever talked to you in your life, and you wanted validation. But as you got older, you got hotter and you started getting attention from a lot of boys, and soon realized crushing on Haechan wasn't worth it.

But as you grew up, so did he. He became more attractive and received more attention. Sometimes you wish he hadn't. You were 15 when you first had a crush on him, he was just another cute boy in class who you happened to be friends with, but now he's 23. If you didn't know him as well as you did, you would probably fuck him, and you don't blame people for wanting to fuck him either.

"When did you….you know," you asked, trying to avoid looking at him.

Haechan glanced at you through his fingers, moving his hands off his face after. "I don't know…I guess when I saw you crying over that asshole, it really hurt me. I don't want to see you like that again, and I know I could treat you better."

You could feel your heart beginning to beat faster and your face growing hot. You were blushing. Haechan has never made you blush before. You hit him on the shoulder, making him hiss at the sudden pain.

"What was that for," he whined.

"Stop saying nonsense."

"It's not nonsense, it's true," he said. "And don't pretend you didn't like it. You're literally blushing." Hachan lifted his hand to poke your cheek, but before you could swat it away, he grabbed onto your wrist and pulled your body to his.

"What are you doing," you said, a shocked and confused expression all over your face.

"Getting closer to you." Haechan let go of your wrist and slipped his arm around your shoulder. You've been close to him many times but not like this. And the way he was glancing at you made you suspicious, you knew that look.

"Why," you questioned, squinting at him.

"Because I want you close."

"Can you stop flirting with me please?" You didn't mean it, but your voice came out small, causing Haechan to let out a soft chuckle.

"Why? Do you like it when I flirt with you." Haechan noticed you refused to look at him, watching you pout and turn your head away from him trying to not smile. "Look at me."

"No." If there's one thing you know about him, it's that once you give him what he wants, there is no winning ever. He'll mention it for the rest of his life, never letting you live it down. And you definitely didn't want him knowing the effect he had on your emotions. You held your breath as you felt his other hand come into contact with your chin, forcefully turning your head to look at him. His face was centimeters away from yours. This is the closest the both of you had ever been.

"Stop looking away from me." He spoke in a soft tone, almost like a whisper, and he wasn't shy about what was in his mind. His eyes kept flickering between your lips and the rest of your face. He wanted to kiss you so badly. He's been wanting to since you stepped into his room.

"I'm not anymore," you answered, tone blank.

He let out a soft chuckle, licking his lips after. "You're cute."

You looked down, rolling your eyes. You did like what you guys had at the moment. It felt natural to be this close to him, but you had reservations. "Are you sure you really like me?"

"You want me to prove it to you?"

'Yes,' was the only answer you could give him. You actually wanted him to kiss you so badly and you wanted to admit it. But there was still a part of you that was still a bit attached to your ex and what he would think if you got into a relationship with Haechan, the main reason you were broken up with.

"I'm a little scared Haechan," you admit. "I just don't feel all myself after the break up. I mean what would he think-"

You didn't even realize how close you and Haechan were. His lips were almost on yours. He couldn't even hear what you were saying, all he knew was that he needed you at the moment. He wanted to show you, prove to you how much he likes you, how much you meant to him. But only if you gave your permission.

"Don't worry about him. Just pay attention to me okay?" Your eyes fluttered shut as Haechan kissed you softly, moving his hand from your chin to your waist. It felt like water dowsing a fire, putting out your anger and sadness all in one go. This was definitely natural, definitely meant to be, no matter how cliche it was. He rubbed your waist softly as he kissed you again, pulling you closer.

You placed your hand on his chest, tugging at his shirt softly. You kissed him again a bit more passionately this time. Haechan has been with a lot of girls, but he's never had the feeling he had with you. Not even his old girlfriends gave him butterflies the way you did. He pulled away slowly, a smile tugging at his lips once you looked at each other. "Do you believe me now?"

You looked away from him as fast as you could, resulting in him lifting your chin planting another kiss on your lips.

"Every time you look away from me, I'm gonna kiss you," he muttered.

"Will you stop," you whined. You buried your face in his neck, hiding from the embarrassment of his words.

He chuckled softly, pushing his hair back. "I've never seen you so embarrassed."

"You've never seen a lot about me."

"Wanna bet?"

You moved away from the crook of his neck, eyebrows raised as you looked at him with shock. Haechan had a smirk on his face, but it was a bit different this time. His expression of sincerity changed into one you've never seen before. And at that moment you just happened to look down at his lap. "Are you turned on right now…"

Haechan's smirk slowly disappeared as he glanced between you and his lap. "I'm sorry…you're just really hot."

"Please just…take care of that. I'm gonna go home." You move to stand up, but stop when Haechan grabs your wrists.

"Help me," he muttered lowly.

"What?"

"Help me."

Haechan looked at you with desperate eyes, squeezing your wrist as he tugged you towards him. He made it hard to say no sometimes, always knowing the right look or the right words to say. Not just that, but you kind of wanted to. In the deepest parts of your mind, you shoved the thought of ever having sex with him away. And now you have the chance. "Are..are you sure?"

He leaned into you, lips brushing against yours. "Positive."

You kissed him, cupping his face softly. Haechan bit your lip, a smirk tugging at his lips. He slipped his hand on your leg, squeezing the flesh softly. You didn't know where this sudden confidence was coming from, but when you got up and straddled him, it was almost like he'd found a new reason to fall for you even harder. His hands never left your waist, pushing your hips over his hardened length.

"Jesus," you muttered.

Haechan gripped your hips, rolling them onto his lap as he pulled away from you. Haechan took in your expression, eyes never leaving your face as you began to breathe heavily.

"You like that?"

You nodded, resting your forehead on his. Haechan kissed the corner of your lips as you let off a soft sigh filled with pleasure. His grip began to loosen as he felt you beginning to move your hips on your own. Haechan kissed your jawline as he let you grind on top of him, pace slowly becoming faster and harder.

"Shit," you moaned softly.

"That feel good," he asked, whispering in your ear. "Are you gonna cum from me barely touching you?"

"Can you shut up," you huffed out.

Haechan chuckled, kissing you so softly it only left you wanting more. But when you leaned in for another kiss, he moved away, shaking his head. "I want you to cum first."

"W-what?"

"Do it."

In any other situation, at any other time, you would've said no and probably hit him. But you needed him so badly you wanted him so badly you were willing to do anything he said. You threw your head back slightly, gripping his shoulders as soft moans escaped your lips. Haechan couldn't take his eyes off of you, almost as if you were art.

"You're so pretty," he whispered. His eye contact was intense, a little too intense for you. But he liked it. He liked that he could have this effect on you just by looking at you. You finally let your tough exterior crash for him. Nothing in the world could turn him on more.

Your brows furrowed as you began to feel your stomach tighten. You hid your face in his neck not wanting him to see you, but he moved it, holding your jaw firmly. "Look at me," he said softly.

Your jaw went slack as your orgasm approached making your body tremble. "F-fuck," you moaned softly.

"Good girl." He wiped the sweat off your brow with his thumb looking up at you with a tender smile. "You're a good listener when you really want something."

"Fuck you," you breathed out.

Haechan kissed you deeply, hands slipping under your t-shirt. "Take this off."

You pulled away, pulling your shirt over your head, tossing it on his bedroom floor. Haechan's eyes raked over every inch of your exposed skin. He's seen you in bathing suits on many occasions, or clothes that showed your body, but this was entirely different. He gulped as he stared at your cleavage for a little too long, concentration only breaking when you cleared your throat.

"You act like you've never seen boobs before," you joke.

"Not yours." Before Haechan could say another word, you were already unclipping your bra. You let the fabric fall off you, and Haechan felt as if he stepped through the gates of Heaven. "Can I touch you?"

You nodded, eyes moving between his face and hands. Haechan's hands gently fondled your chest, thumbs subtly gliding over your nipples making you shiver. Haechan's mouth attached to your nipple, kissing and licking at the bud all while never breaking eye contact. His eyes went a bit wide when you let out a moan, making him squeeze your chest softly.

"Don't tease me," you whined softly.

Haechan couldn't help but listen. His hands left your chest and immediately undid your jean shorts. He gulped as you shifted off of him. You tugged your shorts off, letting them fall into a puddle around your ankles, but when your finger hooked around your underwear, Haechan stopped you. "Keep them on."

"What? Why-"

"Please." The whimper in his voice was all you needed to listen; you kept them on. You watched as Haechan pulled himself out his basketball shorts. He could tell you were nervous and grabbed your hand, squeezing it softly.

"Do you have any condoms?" You've had sex dozens of times, but with Haechan, it was starting to feel like your first time. And this time it felt way more intimate than anyone else.

The male nodded, leaning over and grabbing one out his nightstand. You stood and watched as he slipped it on, mind racing with so many thoughts. 'This is it,' you thought to yourself. You were about to fuck your best friend, and you really liked the idea of it. But what if it ruined your friendship forever? What if he regretted it?

"Hey. What are you thinking about?" Haechan's eyes were soft, his expression changing seeing the worry on your face.

"I'm just nervous."

"Nervous about what," he questioned as you got back on top of him.

You opened your mouth, but hesitated before speaking. You didn't want to say the wrong thing. You didn't want to confuse him or hurt him. Haechan always understood you and knew you meant well, but saying anything in this moment could fuck up what the both of you had going. "What if..what if this ruins everything? I-I don't want to feel like this was a mistake."

"Do you think you're making a mistake?" His hands slid from your waist to your hips as he looked up at you. He always admired how honest you were, even if it would hurt his feelings. You shook your head 'no', making him smile. "Then you have nothing to worry about, okay? Just trust me."

You nodded, letting him pull your underwear to the side. The sight was almost enough to make him cum there on the spot. He lined himself with you, biting his lip as you sunk down. A small sigh fell from your lips as you felt him fill you, hands flying to his chest. Your eyes are closed so you don't see the way Haechan looks at you now. If he likes you before, he sure as hell loves you now. Something about this felt so right to him no matter how nervous you were.

His breathing became heavier as you grinded on top of him slowly, eyes shut in a desperate attempt to look at him. He would've completely missed this if it wasn't for your eyes slightly fluttering open, intentionally looking down to avoid his need for eye contact. Haechan kissed you deeply, tongue sliding against yours as your pace quickened.

"Oh my god," you moaned softly on his lips.

"Tell me how good it feels."

You could almost combust with the way he was talking to you. His voice felt like honey dripping into your ears. "Feels so good.."

"You're so cute," he mutters. Softly moans leave his lips, hands gripping your hips. His grip is so strong that he's now guiding your movements, making your brows furrow when he pushes himself deeper into you. Haechan begins to thrust into you at the same time, almost sending the both of you into ecstasy. You clenched around, throwing your head back as you whimpered and moaned.

Haechan's moans and groans were like music to your ears. Unlike your ex who barely made any noises, Haechan loved making sure you knew he liked what you were doing. He moved his hand off your hip, taking it between your legs, rubbing your clit. "Oh my god," you groaned softly. "Fuck, keep going."

Haechan kissed your neck softly, moaning against your skin. He felt you clench around him slightly, making his brows furrow. "Damn it," he moaned softly.

”I'm so close," you whimpered.

"Wait for me baby. Can you do that?"

You nodded fast, hands moving from his chest to his shoulders, pulling your body closer to his. Haechan couldn't take his eyes off you. He couldn't say he never imagined this moment, but it was better than anything he thought of.

"H-haechan, fuck..I'm cumming."

His name falling from your lips was all he needed. Moans fell from his lips as you clenched around him, legs and hands shaking from the intense orgasm. Haechan kissed you deeply again and again as if it was the last time he could.

You pulled away from him, a tired smile on your face seeing tired heavy eyes. The both of you sat there quiet as a mouse, just looking at each other. At this moment, you think you completely fell for him. Maybe you always had feelings for him and it just took this moment for you to realize how strong they were.

"I think I'm in love with you," Haechan said, breaking the silence.

"That quick," you joke. But Haechan was serious. He really did think it was more than like now. "I think we should wait, Haechan. I…I need some time before I can get into another relationship."

"That's fine," he said. "I'll be here no matter what we decide to do. You can always trust me."

You sigh deeply, pulling yourself off of him, plopping next to his body. Haechan pulled the condom off, tying the end as he threw it somewhere on the floor. "Ew," you grimaced.

"I'll get it later." Haechan wrapped his arms around you pulling you closer to him. "For now, can we just stay like this?"

You giggle, snuggling into his arms and resting your head in the crook of his neck. "Just know that know matter what happens, I think I love you too."

That was the last thing that you said before you drifted off into sleep, leaving Haechan with the widest smile on his face.

[i-literally-cant-with-this]

PLEASE I NEED TO READ MORE OF YOUR HANMA HCS, FICS ANYTHING. YOUR WRITING IS SO GOOOOOOOD

Nonny, you're starting to make me blush!! I wrote a thing about Mikey saying "Itadakimasu" to his girl one night when he couldn't sleep. And I saw a post tonight about how Hanma would oh-so-definitely say that too. And my mind buzzed in and out for a while, and here we are. I hope you like my take on Hanma saying "Itadakimasu" to his girl <3.

I can't guarantee this is wholly proofed. If anything is too horrific, let me know.

Also, thank you to @mitsuyeaah for the brain candy idea for this. I know the account is archived, but here it is anyway: GRATITUDE.

Imagining Hanma going down on you and uttering the phrase "Itadakimasu". 

It would fucking literally make your brain blurp out. But in those few seconds before you saw the white light, you hear him say it in a deep and gravelly voice. Dragging out each syllable, not breaking eye contact. Sticking his tongue out like he's about to eat the fuck out of a triple scoop cone from Thrifty (for you youngin's, Rite Aid) and smirking a little bit, his lips curling into that devious/evil smile just before his face completely disappears between your thighs. 

Oh? Sorry, you thought ... you thought he was going to go down on you right now? Aw, you're so cute. No, baby. He's not. He's going to bite your thighs and lick them to ease the sting that his sharp, pearly white teeth left behind. And then he's going to graze his soft, hot lips against your skin and make sure to breathe just heavily enough on you until you're practically shaking with anticipation/impatience for him to touch you where you need him to touch you the absolute most. 

His breath would tickle along your hip bone. He would drag the tip of his tongue across the skin just above the waistband of your pretty panties, pulling the elastic down a bit with his long fingers, dipping them in a little. Just enough to get your attention - like he didn't have your un-fucking-divided attention as it was. Dragging his dull (but well maintained) nails over your stomach and waist, hard enough that you can feel it but there wouldn't be too many marks. No, the marks will be left by his mouth, on the softest part of your upper/inner thighs. 

By now, he's marked up both sides of your legs. You're a complete mess and he's laughing at how much you're whining about what an asshole he is being. Is teasing you for this long really necessary? But he loves it. He loves making you squirm and beg for his mouth. He loves watching your body writhe around under his touch, watching your chest rise and fall rapidly as you try to catch your breath. It's intoxicating to him, knowing that you want him that badly. 

So, he slides your panties off and tosses them somewhere across the room. And then he dives right in, spreading your lips apart. In the least noticeable way, he flicks his tongue over your clit. It's just a little, just enough to make you jump and moan out his name. He wants you to keep saying his name like that, so he starts licking you in earnest, swirling his tongue around and around your overly sensitive clit. It's driving you wild and you're digging your fingers into his hair, pushing his face further into you. Raising your hips, trying any trick in the book to get him to plant his face deeper into your needy cunt. 

And he just loves that. He loves when you get impatient and try to take control. It makes him want to take you right then and there. But he won't, not yet. He wants to make you cum on his tongue first. He wants to feel your thighs shake against his cheeks and hear your muffled cries of his name as you finally clench up around him.

Once you've finished and released his head from the confines of your quivering thighs, he crawls back up to you, pressing his lips against yours. You can taste yourself on his tongue and it's so fucking hot. You're still trembling from the aftershocks and you can feel his cock pressing into your purple-blotched thigh, hard and ready. 

The way he looks down at you is such a perfect mix of self-satisfiction and utter desperation. He is starting to feel the need to plunge himself into your wet pussy and chase after his own release. 

And as you're wits come back to you, you smile sweetly at him, planning just how much you're going to make him regret making you wait for so long.

Taglist ::: @kazutora-kurokawa @viburnt @arlerts-angel @darkstarlight82

[ryleektv]

Lorenzo Berkshire Headcannons

Part 2

Warnings: suggestive content (i think?? i don't remember), language, diving deep into toxic Lorenzo, not proof read

again, don't come after me if you don't agree

WC: 646

• quidditch keeper. practices a pretty normal amount unless he makes some stupid mistake during a game, then you best believe his ass is out there forcing theo to help him practice for the next 3 days

• definitely plays football (soccer 😔���) and is actually good at it

• thinks he is the shit. this dudes ego is dangerously inflated and someone desperately needs to tell him no, reject him, lead him on, literally anything to humble him because he truly thinks he can just play God

• however i solely believe someone will at some point manage to somehow break his heart and that all will come absolutely crashing down

• ofc that'll only last about 0.02 seconds and then he'll be in his rebound kick and worse than ever but at least there was a small sliver of time when he realized that he is not in fact the shit and he's actually just a hot wannabe frat boy that got semi lucky in life

• also somehow really good with kids?? and obviously that's really attractive but how is he good with kids?? why does it make sense?? 

• gives off the kinda vibe of finding him holding some random baby at a family reunion (fuck knows not his family 😬) and having no clue who's it is but lowkey enjoying the baby snuggles (as he should) 

• will not admit to enjoying the baby snuggles.

• if he wasn't attractive, your mother would hate him, but he also has a major flirt personality and knows damn well he's gorgeous therefore is great at faking the niceties for parents so your mama won't bat an eye at the total asshole aura

• 50/50 chance your dad hates his guts and sees right through him (if you have no dad though you're just shit out of luck in terms of getting actually good relationship guidance because there's no way he's not making a "i didn't know you had a sister" comment.)

• Knee Socks is actually him???

• would own a blue lacoste?? would be attracted to the knee socks?? yes

• i feel like he would suffer from major summer depression. being away from school distractions, away from school in general, away from his friends, stuck in a gloomy ass manor, constantly surrounded by reminders of his shit parents. bud is not doing well

• more than likely has issues with attachment too (huge contrast to the commitment issues). does not do well being away from his close friends but would rather cut off his dick than admit it

• cannot be alone. lonely is no go. he is a people person, he doesn't have to like you to need some company and use you for it 

• this does in fact feed into his whole womanizer persona 

• off of the sad bit, he is a real genuine sweetheart to Narcissa and Narcissa only. 

• cissy may not always be the best parental figure, however compared to his other options it's like comparing shit to candy. candy is a million times better even if its not always good therefore he definitely emotionally attached himself to her

• yelled at her once and had a mental breakdown

• maybe if you're dating him and you're lucky, she might talk a little sense into him and make him just a smidge less of an asshole

• speaking of, buddy has flings and situationships. dates for a few weeks at most every once in a while but it's mostly that ridiculous unofficial dating situationship that makes you want to bash your head in 

• it gets talked about a lot too, specifically around the girls because they all think they're smart enough to be with him without getting caught up in his messy self

• king of manipulation and surprisingly doesn't realize it half the time. he knows he's outstandingly good at manipulating everyone he just doesnt always notice when he's doing so 

• overall just a toxic babe

[savagebisand]

Let's do a deep dive into the complexity of Mew and Ray rebounding on each other and how it leads to a huge necessary parting of the entire core four.

It reaches a head at that cursed Halloween Party in this ep. Because y'all. We've had sweet and bitter but today we really saw it blend together and I think this whole series tackles the futility and perseverance of love and connection but we really saw it during episode eight at it's peak.

There is literally no room in my heart for hating on Mew over Ray right now because like Mew has taken every opportunity to insist that Ray isn't controlling or changing him, Mew is changing, Mew is saying fuck it so what to everything he despised before because he's tired of fitting in a box. it has nothing to do with Ray other than that Ray makes it easy. Ray won't judge because he cannot as he's done everything Mew is trying. Mew himself is telling everyone he's a grown ass man who is coping with shit the best way he can right now and Ray just happens to be the only one not trying to restrict him or tell him how to cope. the others blaming Ray for Mew's spiral is just what's easiest for them to swallow the truth. they don't see that Mew is using Ray's unconditional love as an excuse to be the worst version of himself because to them Mew is the only vulnerable one. So let's unpack all that shall we?

Ray on the other hand knows full well that Mew doesn't love him or want him as anything other than a distraction but he's humbly accepted his role. you can tell when Mew only kisses Ray in front of Top, when Mew can't tell Ray he loves him back that Ray knows because he knows Mew, Mew does not and can not love Ray at least not the way Ray imagined Mew could. but it's alright. because for once when Mew is falling apart he's picked Ray to get to stand fiercely at his side and give him arms to cry in. all Ray wants is to feel important and connected to Mew some way and so when Mew asks for cigarettes and coke and drinks and parties, Ray doesn't question it because if he did he loses the little limited space Mew has let Ray reside in whilst everyone else has been pushed aside.

I mean hell Ray even tells Sand that Mew and him "have to see if things will work between them first" when Sand insists Ray has had his dream come true getting to be with Mew. he insists they aren't serious yet but instead seeing how things go, that Mew is at least letting them try and that's good enough. The way Ray talks about it, you can tell he doesn't believe Mew will let him stay around as a boyfriend for long. It's not just because it's Sand he's talking to, there's this understanding in how Ray addresses it. He's okay with it because all that ever mattered to Ray was trying, was having the concrete proof that Mew and him don't and can't work in romantic love instead of Mew's half assed denials.

Ray understands perfectly his role as Mew's supporting character, he isn't blind like some insist. In fact he's got more in common with Nick and Sand than people would like to recognise. Remember how Nick insists that Boston "doesn't have to love him, doesn't have to make nick his priority, he just cannot hate him?" Well that's very much Ray now that Mew has given him the time of day. Everything is still all about Top and Ray can tell but as long as Mew is happy to pretend his spite overrules his lingering love, Ray will play along. I think its very telling in the moment when Mew says this:

Literally right in front of Ray's face and Ray says nothing about the fact they're supposed to be a "we" not an "I" right now. They're supposed to be playing the hosting couple, a united front. Yet here Mew is proudly proclaiming he doesn't need anyone anymore because he's learned to only care about himself for once, he's happy on self destruct because at least he only has to be his own priority and worst enemy. No one else gets to set his rules and break them and let him down except for himself.

So yeah Ray knows exactly where he stands but, look, as easy as it is to blame him for playing a part for Mew and not recognising Sand's love, we have to also bear in mind that Ray stands in this very fragile precipice currently where his loyalty to Mew is the difference between total alienation and having at least somebody from the broken family of the core four still remaining. Mew easily tossed Boston and Top aside, ruthlessly, and he will do the same the second Ray takes any high ground over Mew's actions because Mew will waste no time reminding him how much of a hypocrite he'd be right now.

And yes it's wrong that Mew is using Ray as collateral damage to his first real break up induced sad manic girl break down but in grief we become people we don't recognise. We go numb. I don't think Mew realises fully how detrimental it will be to rely on Ray right now as he cracks before he heals, he's too caught up in going through motions, one all nighter to the next. One revenge plot to the next. He does his best to protect Ray by insisting to Cheum and Top these are his own choices and consequences to handle but when your loved ones see you a certain way, they very staunchly refuse to recognise when you make choices they don't like for you.

Cheum and Top are kinda hypocritical for blaming Ray and not noticing their own flaws in their bid to "protect" Mew but it does make sense. They can't reconcile this new Mew with the one they have grown to understand and care for and rely on. It is far easier to look to the nearest external factor influencing Mew and pin everything on that. It doesn't make it right but it does explain their motivations. They can't see Rays complexity the way the viewer can so it's far simpler for Cheum to say Ray is careless and too greedy so he can never just settle. For Top to insist Ray can't love Mew if he keeps negative shit around Mew whilst forgetting he can't exactly be one to talk when Mew wasn't much better off with him.

Basically they're all getting to that point in this journey where they have to sit with some hard home truths about their friends and themselves and really no one is to blame anymore for anyone other than themselves. No one is responsible anymore for anyone but themselves. It's no longer a blame game and more a time to sit and ask questions about who they are and why they let things get to this point. It's the only chance they stand at not spending the rest of uni totally lost and alone. The only way they might all find a way back to each other, stronger than they were before, different yes, a little broken yes but stronger together.

I think this episode did a particularly beautiful job at showcasing how love remains and prevails even as things shift and recalibrate. Mew is downright vengeful to Top but Top quietly takes it all and refuses to quit when Mew pushes him away the way he gave up on Mew before. He stands steady and strong and he's the one who carries Mew to bed and cleans him up and gets him comfy. Treats him like he's precious finally and refuses to leave.

Boston is told by everyone he has no right to show his face but he insists he has to be there anyway, even as he challenges Nick for daring to approach him, a part of Boston clearly wishes Nick had told Ton about his project because he wanted to share the celebration but Ton can only hear Nick bragging that he's moving on to better things whilst Ton still keeps company with red solo cups in a hidden room, stuck in the sidelines. And yet Boston can't find it in him to treat Nick spitefully, the best he can do is dismissive. He still shows up in a panic on that staircase, helplessly searching for a way to save Ray even as he knows it's all too broken to fix.

Cheum explodes on Ray like a mother or sister whose lost all hope not once but twice but it comes out of a place of concern, a desperate final plea that if they really aren't enough then Ray has to want to help himself. And as hypocritical as we may find her for saying Ray is careless to those around him, she's not wrong that Ray, the night of the party in particular, has only dedicated himself to Mew. She knows now that none of her hopes or wishes for the boys to be better and focus on doing the best for themselves will ever be enough alone to make them care more about friendship and futures than sex and love. She's realising how little she noticed about how deep the cracks ran and she's having to struggle with that but she still begs Top to save Ray from a place she knows will take him to the point of no return even as she chooses to walk away.

Hell Sand and Nick don't even want to be at that party but against all odds they turn up because they owe it to themselves to save face and at least try to move on. To be mature and talk to the people that they've hurt and who have hurt them instead of burying their heads. Boston and Ray are cold to them and yet they don't leave. Sand still turns back and tries to protect Ray because even if he pushed him to the ground earlier and told him they're over. He can't watch Ray rot in prison when what Ray really needs is rehab. When thats the worst place Ray can go.

Top even helps Ray avoid jail time. He says "sorry for my friend" and even if his motivation is more to help Cheum or to do this because Mew will totally tip off the edge if Ray goes down, he gains nothing from this. There is a genuine flash of concern and recognition in his face as he watches Ray cry and scream that actually maybe they aren't so different. Maybe both of their realities are pitiful and lonely.

It's just so interesting that even as things come to a close and we can tell these characters are going to split apart and take some distance, abandon each other and pray it means they come back one day able to show up better for each other as friends... they still choose love, against all odds. It's a bittersweet goodbye because they're all angry and hurting and confused about who they are and why they're behaving the way they do but even in that final moment as Cheum pulls the curtain closed, she's that last string to break when Ton has been forced to pull away and so has Top, and we can tell Ray will try to cling to Mew a little less as he battles with Cheums harsh truth that maybe he really is bad for Mew and maybe Mew really isn't enough for him. They all show up to protect Ray and each other one last time. Even if it's hopeless.

Because love and loyalty remains unconditional even if they don't like the versions of themselves they can see right now. Because even when you don't agree with choices your nearest and dearest make, even when you can't forgive it, they will still always be your broken fucked up little family.

[onlyplatonicirl]

ANYWAYS ENOUGH SHITTY DISCOURSE!!!!!!

I'm going to lay out my rules and EVERYTHING YOU CAN EXPECT FROM THIS BLOG. IT WILL BE WORDY BECAUSE I WANT TO BE AS CLEAR AS POSSIBLE AND LEAVE NO ROOM FOR MISINTERPRETATION

I do NOT create content that is NSFW, Problematic, or that has "Extreme" dark themes. You will never see content depicting inc*st/n0n-c*n or even vanilla NSFW or anything like that like that from me, I am not comfortable with it! I would also ask that no body discuss/bring up anything in regards to it either! i.e., please don't bring up dreamm/re, or any other severe darkships. I do not have a "dark/nsfw alt" either on any other website, I am just uncomfortable across the board. Please respect that.

I will NOT reblog problematic content. You just straight up will never see me discuss it anywhere (unless im telling people to stop talking about it LMAO)

I will reblog artwork from other artists!! I do not police or do a deep dive of a person's blog before I reblog their artwork if I enjoy it. It is up to you as a internet user to curate and navigate your experience once you leave my blog. Someone else's blog has nothing to do with me, nor does it mean i am "promoting them" ???? Unless someone is a GENUINE homo/transphobe, racist, groomer, genuine piece of shit with proof, I will block them and delete the reblog. But I will not engage with proship/antiship discourse as it has gone way too far way too quickly.

If I interact with and am friendly with other blogs who create "problematic" (mostly just dreamm/re, because of this fandom that's kinda the biggest problem here lmao) content, then that's all I'm being - friendly. I know this is crazy, but im not "supporting" people. People are not political campaigns. Being friends with people and being friendly with them does not mean I agree with and support every decision they have ever made in their life. I am being kind to them as another human being on this planet. If you don't like them that's fine, but I find it really shitty when people try to get mad at me for things that the guy standing next to me did. Again, once you leave my blog and go to another person's blog, you are on a whole ass other person's blog.

I will not engage in label discourse, I will not engage in toxicity of any kind, and I will not engage in ANY sort of drama. Keep all that shit out of here. My blog is just for me to have fun and be silly on, do not bring weird shit here. Be NORMAL!!!!!!! WHADDA HELL!!!! ITS NOT HARD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

anyways the yapfest is over. Be normal and kind. or else a shadow creature will literally eat your toenails off your toes and you will wake up and they will be FLESH STUMPS.

[shitswiftiessay]

swifties and their parasocial relationship with joe alwyn, part 7 🦃

I like to call this one the Thanksgiving Conspiracy Theories edition, because they’ve been spending their entire thanksgiving weekend talking about joe alwyn nonstop, digging up “proof” of his “misdeeds”- and let’s just see what that proof is, shall we?

so as you can see, joe alwyn is an EVIL MAN who only wanted taylor’s money and jets. and we know this because the swiftie has cited a “trustworthy but not very popular outlet.”

and the “trustworthy” outlet is, wait for it… a GOSSIP BLOG that cites THE NATIONAL ENQUIRER as their source of information.

in case you didn’t know, the national enquirer is a fucking JOKE, known for its outrageous, false headlines, and for peddling far right Qanon conspiracy theories. and because swifties have no media literacy whatsoever, they’re treating the national enquirer as a trustworthy source and banging on about how “joe alwyn is a bad man who only loved taylor’s money and jets!”

and they accuse him of being ABUSIVE because he was there for her during some of her darkest times. and they’re also claiming that this man FORCED taylor swift to keep dating him when she wanted to break up. you just… can’t make this shit up.

I made a post yesterday about deranged swifties who genuinely believe that joe alwyn is running tumblr accounts to talk shit about taylor and spread a “false narrative” to destroy her reputation. basically anyone who says anything remotely critical of taylor on tumblr is either joe alwyn or someone from “his camp.”

and their “proof” is literally just source: trust me bro and they’re calling anyone who questions their so-called evidence “dickriders.” very immature, but that is the intellect of the average swiftie online.

and last but not least, we’ve got the “dissections” of Lavender Haze and swifties talking about joe joe forced taylor to GASLIGHT HERSELF into thinking she didn’t want marriage because the big meanie joe wouldn’t marry her. 🙄 what kills me is they think they’re being such intellectuals, by going on a “deep dive analysis” of a relationship they know nothing about, but they just sound like those Qanon freaks. i mean, that’s basically what they are at this point.

so yeah, that’s how swifties spent their thanksgiving holiday. bitching and moaning about joe alwyn.

[catras-breakup-song]

I know v0id-clawz is one of the recent people wa came after and you can see some of the asks on their blog. Its unfortunately quite real; thestargayzingetherian has a series of docs with receipts and miraculoustakes was also talking about it because they used to do the same thing to miraculous ladybug fans

If you search “salty kinkshamer” on wa’s blog you can also see some messed up stuff from like 2016 for yourself. She’s lying about not having seen the docs because everyone who contributed has been getting slammed

I know this is your friend and I’m not asking you to change that but she’s hurting people and has been for a long time

thank you for at least providing something for me to work with. while i still don’t know the full story, i can address a bit of research i did.

the only asks on the blogs of v0id-clawz (who is a catradora anti so i'd rather not dive too deep and break their boundaries or make myself uncomfortable) & miraculoustakes that i could find from searching "witch apologist" are VERY recent, like... as of yesterday recent. and there aren't more than 2-3 on each. not to mention, these still carry the same issue as you in that it’s all words from unnamed blogs with no proof. the fact that it’s multiple people means nothing when we know there’s a whole clique of people supposedly trying to “cancel” (for lack of a better term sorry) WA. also, i don't want to accuse you of anything so this isn't an attack because i'm still open to reading from you, but it looked to me like those anons' typing styles were similar to yours. not sure if that says anything (or enough) but i’m throwing it out there anyway.

i couldn't find anything on @thestargayzingetherian by searching "witch apologist", "doc", "document", and "receipt." do you have any other suggestions, or a link? or would she know what you're talking about since i tagged (feel free to ignore this btw; i apologize if you didn't want to be involved but i don't like mentioning people without them knowing)?

i don't really have an opinion about kink discourse, at least not one i'd like to share in public on any of my blogs. if you're going to assume my stance from this, make it neutral.

i'll be wary of stuff that went down in 2016-2018 since holding people accountable is important, but it's also important to remember that was 6-8 years ago, so i'm not too keen on defining someone by their actions after so much time. i had mindsets that i wasn't proud of as little as 3-4 years ago (although it didn't directly affect anyone nearly as much), so i believe in improvement. i mean, hell, i'm literally a catra kin/stan. that being said, i appreciate that you’re not trying to force me to break it off.

now, i’m speaking for WA here since i sent them a screenshot of this before posting, and here’s what they said (paraphrased):

1. they can’t access the google doc because it’s limited to invitations, and they’re not willing to give their main(?) email. they can’t create a new burner one because they need an extra phone number which isn’t readily available, but are currently looking into if they have any old ones from a while back. that being said (i have only partially brought this up in a different way), i can volunteer to do that with my own extra email and screenshot parts of it or something, or send a recording of me scrolling through. i’ll just need a link. UPDATE: they suggested the same thing right as i was ready to post this, and have already sent me the link. i’ll see what i can do.

like i said, i won’t reveal whether i’m positive or negative about kink stuff, but obviously i have to stand against certain dark themes people are into initiating such as CSEM, rape/CNC, actual incest (as opposed to catradora lmao), etc, which is what they claim to have been shaming years ago.

[writingsofwesteros]

King's Landing Daily: A Rare Deep dive with Alicent Hightower

pictured above, Alicent Hightower with her wife Rhaenyra Targaryen and her husband Daemon Targaryen

Alicent Hightower has been in the public eye since her marriage to the late Viserys Targaryen at a controversially young age. Years later, and she's now a mother, grandmother, and head of the Hightower Charity Foundation. She's proof that no matter the things you've been through in life, it's never to late for love, to be proud of who you are, and to heal. We were given the rare opportunity to sit down with the Hightower Matriarch and talk to her- something she hasn't done since she was very, very young and newly married to her first husband. Alicent, we're so excited to have you here today, first off I'd like to congratulate you on your newest granddaughter, Saera. How does it feel?

She smiles fondly to herself, telling us, "I'm over the moon, honestly. Saera is a literal angel, and my daughter Daenora really has made a most beautiful little girl. I didn't think I'd be a grandmother this young, but my kids tell me I don't look it." She chuckled.

Your marriage just a few years ago to Rhaenyra and Daemon Targaryen came as a surprise to many. Now you're five years into wedded bliss, how does it feel? Her cheeks flush as she hears the names of her spouses, as she says, "It's amazing. They're both such vital parts of my life in different ways, in ways I'd never really imagined. I had total agency over my life, I was older and I realised that working through my own problems allowed me to let go of things that didn't matter, and let me just...be happy. And it's helped me over time to see how my relationship with other people in my life might've fallen short, and make those right, too. My love for them both was really the catalyst for so many things."

Onto more serious matters, your youngest daughter Daella just successfully won her court case against several photographers responsible for not just assault but also leaking private images obtained via hacking. I imagine this was a big deal for your family.

Her expression grows more sombre, and she nods. "It was, of course- justice was served, and the support we received was amazing. But it should've never happened in the first place. Daella's so young, but she's an amazing mother, a talented dancer, and one of the sweetest souls I know. If anyone deserved justice that day it was my daughter."

It's no secret that you're quite private about your family, especially your grandkids, but is there anything you can share?

She chuckles. "My beautiful grandbabies- I do adore them, truly. I'm over there four to five times a week, whenever I can to see them. My daughter Helaena's twins, they're adventurous little things, and Daella's boys undoubtably love to follow in their example, they're at that energetic stage. Sweet Saera is just a delight, she's so little but when she's ready she's crawling behind her siblings. They have wonderful parents- my son Aegon is the best stay-at home dad."

Full interview out soon, stay tuned.

!!!!!!!

I bet Alicent has the best resting bitch face; Nora gets it from her mama thank you.

They have wonderful parents- my son Aegon is the best stay-at home dad. I LOVE HIM!

[gayofthefae]

Was making a list of how many people's stories no Byler affects but it got too long. The point was: A well written story has all arcs intertwined, like this one does. And intertwined stories can only have one ending. Move one piece, any piece, and the whole thing falls apart. We knew this about Mike, Will, and El, but it's true about everybody (and any changed plotline). That's the nature of an ensemble cast with relationships to each other. That's the nature of intertwined stories; that's the nature of good writing.

Make Will unhappy and Jonathan stays focused on helping him, shifting his focus off of Nancy. If we go further, that may affect Steve (even if just how he views the situation), that focus change affecting his relationships with Dustin, who needs him in the aftermath of Eddie, and Robin, who still needs her confidant. Mike would feel helpless to make Will happier because if he didn't reciprocate, he would be, making him less confident in himself and "without heart", they would all fall apart, being more endangered because stories dictate that you have to be your best self to defeat the monster you couldn't before and these would be far from their best selves and worse off than season 4 when they failed the first time. A lack of Mike's support endangering their goals bodes worse for Max, abandoning Lucas and isolating El, at best making them more frantic and desperate/down to the wire. El's distress takes Hopper's focus. Joyce's focus would have also been shifted to a distressed Will, barring her from more connection with Jonathan.

[I did not work-in Erica, Murray, or Karen only because I have not analyzed their arcs enough in the past and don't want to deep dive on them right now, but I can't imagine this DOESN'T affect them. But for quick connections at first glance, Mike's probably affects Karen, Lucas' and Dustin's affect Erica, and Hopper and Joyce's affect Murray. Just like- historical relationship and screen-time based.]

I'm not saying everyone would split up or anything but to make it as simple as possible, it would change screentime. Characters who usually start out together would either stay together or part differently than they otherwise would have based on they natural motives within this alternate situation, establishing and at a certain point in the supernatural plot, cementing them in different groupings than are required for the fulfillment of their own arcs. No one character can be written to support another if it doesn't also serve their character but it is ALSO true that they cannot be put in a situation where not providing that support would be out of character. Their actions have to be in character and congruent to all character arcs involved. That's writing. Mess with it, and everyone's fucked and they die.

So yeah, thanks for reading my post about how if Byler isn't endgame everybody is gonna die.

edit: fun bonus - this makes literally everything Byler proof.

[syscultureis]

I don't want to come off rude or pro-endo or anti-endo or anything, I feel that I don't know enough to form an opinion, but a lack of evidence does not = evidence against, so I'm just wondering, because when I google this, it only gives Reddit and Quora, which are not reliable at all, it is not research, so is there actual evidence against endos that isn't biased or unreliable? Instead of just, a lack of the evidence? (Genuine question, again, no hate, just trying to learn)

When in college we wrote a few papers on it, a lot of our resources came from our colleges library and were actual books we checked out, other sources were digital artciles written by other psychology students who had graduated the year prior to our studies

Since dropping out we've lost the sources but if we can find them we'll post them

Or when our roommate isn't insanely over worked I can ask them for the papers they're writing on it, cuz they're still in college and a psych major who's researching non-disordered vs disorders plurality

We've also talked with our therapist about it a lot, and everything she's said to us has been "lack of evidence in this case does mean non-disordered systems cannot exist"

And like we've said before, we used to be pro-endos, our views changed because of college and our therapist

I think you could find the articles we did by using Google Scholar, and doing an actual deep dive (our research took us literal months, we hyperfixated and deep dove harshly)

Best websites to find things are gonna have .edu or .gov on the end

And I will admit, a lot of our research did not say "Endogenic systems are not real" it simply said "Plurality is only possible through trauma"

Most reliable sources are not going to use Tumblr/internet terms, they're going to use terms that are actually used in the psychology field, so when looking for sources you can't look up "proof of why endos don't exist" you have to look "How systems are formed" "can a DID system form without trauma" and things like that, because otherwise you are only going to get reddit and quoara

[kingmagnificoofrosas]

This is more of a reasoning… We know that Magnifico studied magic to fulfill people's wishes. But… What about combat magic? Yes, he can probably lift heavy objects with magic and throw them long distances. But what about the same protective dome? We saw knights, and what about managing living armor so that in case of danger you don’t lose a lot of people? Of course this is a huge waste of energy. But this is just a theory; in any case, I don’t have a black cauldron.

Yes! Interesting point!

So, I think it is very important to note, that Magnifico didn't solely learn "magic" just to be able to grant wishes. This is how Asha thought it went but let me explain why she was wrong there. Like she was wrong with most of things *cough*

Magnifico first and foremost started learning "magic" so he could make his goal to create a place where everyone is safe come true. The utopia of Rosas. This is what he told Asha. He wanted to make sure that he could protect people as best as possible and never let his past repeat, let alone let it happen to anyone else!

So, with that motivation in mind, he feverishly studied anything he could. We saw Magnifico use his abilities (mostly controlling the elements ) in his everyday life.

The whole "wish granting" thing came much later.

There are only 2 reasons Magnifico created this system, and I cannot believe some people still bend themselves backwards to paint this as evil! ( No, I won't go into a full deep dive now cause I will explain this point throughly in an upcoming post )

Nr. 1 Best possible protection

Nr 2. Making his people happy in turn

Combat ... hmmm. Magnifico is a good fighter. He is immensly fit and you won't believe how well he can fight unless you see him in action. But simply by realizing how high he can jump and how he literally runs up a few thousand stairs without losing his breath should tell you a lot!

I'm very certain that he could have done a lot with his abilities. Bringing armor to life as we've seen. When it comes to his royal guard, I bet he tweaked the armor. Meaning, the whole armor is magically hardened more than any normal material could ever get, giving his guards a way more protected suit. Same goes for the swords and shields. He made sure that each sword was altered so it cannot break, the shields be fire proof. He would have stressed a ton and not rested until he was certain his guards would be safe to face a potential battle.

Also, there is a reason Magnifico built the whole kingdom by his own hand. I've revealed a bit of it in that last snippet from my book. Not only got every single house built by magic altered materials, he also has this massive underground system. He literally left no stone unturned to assure safety.

[oblivionbladetd]

Let's talk about Pokemadhouse and stakes real quick.

Now, Lily's pokecomic is absolutely packed with negligence, which leads to a large variety of unfortunate implications. What better way to start than from the top as bust the crust of this septic tank of a story and hopefully learn something from this mass waste removal? So today I have the coup de grace of a problem that is *ehem*

G IS LITERALLY TOO IMPORTANT FOR THE STORY TO EVER BE LOW STAKES!

Follow me under the cut and I'll explain.

Now, if you remember her list one of her tips is that "Low stakes interpersonal conflict is always better than high stakes saving the world" which while not being untrue is also not right either. Without going on a multi-paragragh deep dive I will just shorten my reasoning and my assumptions of Lily's intent to just say that I assume she dislikes high stakes. It then becomes increasingly ironic that G is basically the pure tungsten lynch in securing the impossibly high personal stakes of the story.

What do I mean? To be low stakes implies a lack of difficult choices or that said choices are of little consequence overall. The problem immediately springs up in that G has an extreme importance all around the comic in many ways. In ways that mean just about anything involving her has high stakes.

The easy place to start is the bond. Lily and G have a powerful psychic bond that is used traditionally as a mating ritual between gardevoir to match life spans... because making beings of human intelligence act like forever mated birds isn't fucked up in any way! (It is, but I'll get to it in another post) So now G and Lily have what sounds like a psychicly enforced suicide pact. It's also directly stated to something Lily can break, so in that case, G would just drop dead being well over her natural life expectancy. This serves to automatically undermine any drama the comic will ever have, mostly because you have to call the bluff. Nothing bad will ever happen to both, and G will never be too in the wrong because it is now a threat to their very lives, and I do not perceive Lily as having the fortitude to pull the trigger. In having too high of stakes, the audience becomes uninvolved because the story becomes predictable, and the illusion is revealed as just that. Why would we invest when it's all but guaranteed to work out?

Now that the bond alone has tanked it, let's go a step beyond. Gardevoir are critically endangered. I mean not to bore, but in case you don't know, in the real world, private ownership of such species is basically super illegal without incredibly specific circumstances and a mountain of paperwork. So, seeing that they are so far the main bulk of the pokemon cast is just a tad jarring, but it also places a huge stake on their health and happiness because they are literally a dying species. This leads to not only another case of calling the bluff on drama but also serves to ripple into Bonnie's creation being a brazen act of eco-terrorism... only a slight exaggeration. I will explain further in a separate post, but long of short, it would be considered gross misuse of private property and knowing sabotage of conservation efforts. The fact that Pokemadhouse doesn't refer to it taking place in the big house is proof Silph Co is staffed exclusively by glittering golden saints.

At this point, it feels hollow to bring up that G is also a mill puppy and the actual perfect specimen of all Gardevoir. It starts feeling morally reprehensible, but that as well is something for another post.

So by the end of it, literally anything to do with God's perfect pokemon, G, is low stakes only in the meta sense that ever delivering on the unreasonably high and very personal stakes would very much be the end of the world to them. Any attempt at building up drama will inevitably be made flat to single digit nanometers by the sheer weight of importance G is shouldered with on both a personal and worldly level. Not to mention, take the wind out of plenty of the comedy at G's expense.

This is getting long, so if you take nothing else from this, know it's not only detrimental to make your character too important for the story they are in, but it can actively steal from the story you mean to tell and warp it. If your intentions are making small waves on the water, use a pebble, not a boulder.

[rodolfoparras]

i hope this doesnt come off as rude!! jschlatt anon here! he's been cancelled multiple times.. and all of it was counted as fake. i did some deep diving because i had to know if he was a bad person

hes like a stand up comedian, if you know what i mean? all controversies were fake and i couldnt find anything.. like at all, i couldnt find proof. i guess people wanted to cancel him like they tried to cancel many others, hope this makes sense! idk if this is rude, sorry if it is 😭😭

Don’t worry sugar bee it doesn’t come of as rude! I appreciate you for informing me! Tbh I personally have no knowledge about who he is as a person the only info I’ve gotten about him is through the TikTok’s that have popped up on my fyp😭 but I’m glad the controversies turned out to be fake and that you can happily enjoy his content!

One thing that is sad though is seeing how many of these content creators I’ve followed for years that turned out to be shitty ppl :( especially!!!! Especially!!! Cody ko!!! Genuinely mind blown with what he did he literally became what he usually makes fun of💀