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[mako-neexu]

astraea: shall we spend some time together and drink this bottle of wine when you reach adulthood? :)

guda, who has been 17 for six years and counting: of course :)

[thornnii]

⎯ ☆ culture shocks

genre: platonic, fluff wordcount: 2.6k pairing: platonic!pogues x gn!reader tags: british!reader, exchange student!reader, reader is staying with the heywards, you/yours pronouns / 2nd person pov, underage drinking & smoking, swearing, does not stick to canon/pre-canon summary: a collection of moments where reader experiences some sort of culture shock while in america notes: it was weirdly harder than I expected it to be to come up with ideas. may end up doing a part two at some point

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being a part of an extra-curricular exchange student program wasn’t something you’d always planned on doing, but with your english language a-level it was too good an opportunity to pass up. the only thing that put a damper on your excitement was the fact that you’d be going alone. it’s not that no one else in your class was taking part in the exchange student program, it was just unfortunate that you were the only one being sent to a small island called kildare on the east coast of the usa; it was quote-unquote “paradise on earth”. you were going to be staying with the heyward family. from what you were able to gather from the internet the outer banks was a string of barrier islands off the coast of north carolina and south-eastern virginia, a popular tourist destination, and seeing the differences in how the locals interacted with each other, along with how they interacted with tourists would be interesting and beneficial to your studies.

you finished packing up your suitcases, sitting on them as you zipped them up to try and squeeze in as much of your belongings as possible for this trip. the school only permitted two large suitcases and a carry-on bag for the trip, so it was vital to you that you packed everything you deemed essential for this trip to america; a brimming pencil case, at least two notebooks, your laptop, tablet, headphones, two different books, your journal, and anything else you could think of to keep you entertained during the 11+ hour fight. everything else that you wanted to take with you, such as half your wardrobe, your skincare and makeup supplies, and a plentiful supply of snacks, was distributed between your two suitcases.

at 8am the next morning, all students from your year were stood out at the front of school, waiting for the coach that would come and take you to the airport for your 10am flight. you hoped that there would be no delays. the coach ride was long and bumpy but being with your friends and classmates made it more bearable. you all went your separate ways at the airport, saying goodbye to each other and your teachers that had chaperoned the ride for the next few months.

your flight landed at 9:27pm at norfolk international airport and you were greeted outside the terminal by pope, who you’d started a penpal correspondship with as a part of the exchange student program, and an older man who you assumed to be his father. pope held up a large cardboard sign with your name painted, somewhat neatly, in bright colours. despite the slight feeling of embarrassment that swept through you, you couldn’t help the smile that appeared on your face. you walked over and greeted the pair, mr heyward offering to help you pick up your suitcases and load them into his truck.

the ferry ride from the mainland to the island didn’t take that long in comparison to your flight, but the jet lag seemed to make time feel as if it were crawling by instead. when you reached the heyward’s house, pope helped you to carry your luggage to the guest room that had been tidied up for your stay. unpacking took the better part of an hour with the occasional need for some rearranging, but finally all your belongings were safely stored.

pope introduced you to his group of friends the next day. there was jj maybank; a loud and boisterous blond, john b routledge; an easygoing brunette, and finally kiara carrera; a strong-minded beach lover even if she was technically from the rich side of the island, ‘figure eight’.

almost as soon as you’d opened your mouth to greet them, they’d begun asking about your accent. you explained about where you were from and therefore your accent which was followed by the dreaded “is that near london?” question, which you answered reluctantly. then jj was asking you about pronunciation, or rather he was asking you to say the ’stereotypically british’ phrases that floated around on the internet, such as ‘it’s tuesday, innit?’ and ‘a bottle of water.’. you had no idea if how you’d answered had been what he’d expected, but he seemed happy enough with your response.

something that seemed to surprise the pogues was the language that you used. obviously, the pogues were no strangers to swearing in conversation, but sometimes they seemed caught off guard by just how much you swore and the explicit words you used. more than once you’d have to explain to them how a lot of british language was based upon sarcasm and insults, even if they were meant in an affectionate or playful way.

such a moment was illustrated when you were on a call with one of your friends from england. it was noon back home so early in the morning in the obx; thankfully it was the weekend so you didn’t have to worry about any school related obligations. your friend was catching you up on events that had transpired since your departure, mainly gossip, and the pogues were curiously watching how you reacted to the news you were receiving. after one bit of slightly incredulous news you couldn’t help the retort of “that fat cunt!” slipping out. they all looked over at you shocked, but you hadn’t even noticed the looks your language had caused.

your call was over shortly after that, both you and your friend having other things that needed your attention. as you hung up the call, you finally noticed the expressions of your state-side friends. 

“what?” you breathed out in a sort of nervous-confusion.

“you just called someone a ‘fat cunt’.” Kiara said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“ah, right. okay.” you realised what she meant. “I didn’t mean that in the way you think. like she is a cunt but she’s not fat. I meant ‘fat’ as in how much of a cunt she is, is fat.” you explained. you had no idea if they understood your explanation but you hoped they did, otherwise you were going to seem like a massive cow.

“gonna be honest, I always thought that calling someone a ‘cunt’ was more of an australian thing.” jj interrupted your thoughts. his words made you shrug, “the british too, i guess. especially if you live up north.”

a week passed. you were beginning to feel settled in at the local high school you went to with Pope, who had introduced you to the rest of his friends. pope had talked about some sort of bonfire party that would be held on the beach. it was gathering that all on the island were welcome to, ‘kooks’, ‘pogues’ and ‘tourons’ alike. picking up the colloquial language and customs were easy with how much the division of the upper and lower class penetrated the island, you already had nearly half a notebook full of annotations about the different language use. this congregation of everyone on the island was an academic opportunity too good to give up. though you’d probably just have to try and recall things from memory, taking a notebook wouldn’t really be fit for a party.

the bonfire was in full swing when you and the others pulled up to the beach in john b’s old vw camper van, lovingly referred to as the ‘twinkie’. there were a few kegs of beer strewn around the beach and a few dozen cigarettes were lighting up the still dark of the night sky like fireflies. music was playing from a pair of large bluetooth speakers, some random, probably pre-made, spotify playlist so loud that the bass pushed the thoughts out of your head. a group of people had created a dance area by the speakers, so close that it was almost impossible to hear the person next to you over the throbbing of the music. many were singing along to the music as they danced.

the dancing didn’t interest you to begin with, opting instead to grab one of the infamous plastic red cups, so often seen in movies, filled with a cheap beer. as you took a sip you felt an arm wrapped around your shoulders. in your peripheral you saw the blond mop of hair that belonged jj, the arm around you holding a burning joint whilst the other held a beer of his own. he noticed the scrunch of your nose as you sipped you drink, pulling the red cup away from your lips as though it had offended you, and laughed at the expression.

“what’s the matter? beer too cheap for you?” he asked.

“nah, it’s not that. beer’s weak is all.” you replied.

“weak?” he pulled back slightly as he asked, looking at you directly.

“yeah. what percentage is it? like a 2%?”

“dunno. probably something like that.”

“drunk stronger.” you shrugged and took another sip.

jj just watched with an impressed smirk. the two of you remained in a comfortable silence for a few minutes longer, sipping your respective beers and sharing the burning weed. you’d seen kie drag pope and john b to the dance area a few songs ago, but were now unable to identify them amongst the ever growing mass of dancers that had concentrated over by the speakers. just then you heard an all too familiar song intro. it had you straightening up, blocking out whatever jj was saying to focus on the song. you were half certain you had misheard, but no, without a doubt, ‘mr brightside’ by the killers was playing.

“holy shit, it’s mr brightside!” you all but squealed.

“mr what? what- where are you going?” jj yelled as you took off across the beach towards the music.

it had caught you completely off guard that mr brightside had started playing, despite the fact that you knew the killers were from la, mr brightside was such a classic british song, you’d hear at the pub, every school disco, year 11 prom, sixth form prom and any other opportunity where music could be played. you were yelling the lyrics from the top of your lungs by the time you’d reached the crowd. since the song wasn’t as popular in america as it was in england part of the crowd had dispersed and it was thanks to this that you were able to locate kiara, pope and john b so quickly. kie began singing and swaying with you to the music, behind her jj was running up and weaving through the remaining throng of people. the pogues smiled at your display of excitement, it showed how comfortable you’d become in the short time you’d been in the states.

you and the rest of the pogues were having dinner over at john b’s house, ‘the chateau’. everyone had agreed to chip in to help in one way or another; pope was providing the food in the first place from his dad’s store, kie was going to bring over her family’s slow cooker for the vegetables, jj was going to barbecue roast the lamb chops, and you were going to cook the potatoes. since it was a sunday and the rest of the ingredients were there, apart from gravy but you refused to go near american gravy, you decided to do roast potatoes. a make-shift sunday roast if you will. kiara didn’t take long with the veg, just under 20 minutes and you were only 5 minutes behind her with the potatoes. you and kie dished up the food you two had respectively prepared just as jj called through that the lamb was done. you and the others took your plates out to him to get dished up, kie taking her own plate as well as jj's.

you’d all decided to eat outside, and all though the others were used to the coastal humidity it still got to you during the evening where there was nothing to do, nothing to keep your mind off the blazing heat. basic conversation was flowing through the group as you ate your food until jj called out to you glanced in jj's direction and saw him practically inhaling his meal.

“christ jj, you don’t need to scoff your food that fast. it ain’t going anywhere.” you commented with a raised brow.

“I’m whatting my food?” jj asked, mouth full.

“first of all, swallow.” you waited until he complied before continuing, “second of all, I said that you were scoffing your food. when someone is trying to inhale their food, like eating without chewing.” you explained before your attention was taken away by something else you hated about the island’s warm climate; the inescapable onslaught of mosquitos.

“fucking midges.” you muttered, squashing the one approaching your food between your hands.

“what’s that?” kiara asked.

“hmm, oh it’s nothing, just complaining to myself about the midges, the mosquitos.” you clarified.

the conversation petered off into small nothings again until everyone was finished. you and pope were taking the plates inside as kiara cleaned up the slow cooker as best she could before having to return home with it. john b and jj followed the three of you in, john b saying to the room at large: “you three did a great job with the food.” jj clapped him on the back while you and kie gave your thanks over your shoulders.

“yeah, although I thought you were gonna do boiled potatoes?” pope asked you.

“was going to, but since it’s a sunday and the rest of the food is pretty much the same, thought I’d do roasties, felt like a taste of home having a sunday roast.” pope nodded, understanding that it was probably a comfort to your homesickness.

something that had caught you off guard the minute you’d arrived in america was the truth of how in movies or tv shows most people left their shoes on inside the house. it was more than likely that if you were to try that at home you’d get skinned alive by your parents.

the first time you’d stumbled upon this fact was when you arrived at the heyward's house on your very first night in outer banks. as soon as you stepped into the house in front of pope, who was helping you to carry in your belongings, you began to take off your shoes. pope noticed what you were doing and laughed under his breath at your actions, “you don’t need to take your shoes off, y’know.” you glanced at him and then down at your shoes, “it's a habit, I guess.” you shrugged.

another time that you were reminded of this difference was when you visited john b’s house for the first time. the floors at the chateau were rough and wooden, meaning that bare feet would be at constant threat of splinters if one was to take their shoes off. you’d gotten used to wearing slippers or just socks around the heyward house since their floors were laminated, but around the chateau it was safest to keep shoes on, no matter how innately wrong it felt.

in a way, not taking shoes off was beginning to grow on you, even if you would rather take that to the grave than admit it out loud. it saved time since the pogues were almost always on the move and staying outside more often than they were indoors. a downside was that it did make your feet feel kinda gross staying in shoes all day without a proper chance at breathing. another con was the production of blisters that appeared on your ankles from the constant wear.

it also meant that you were going through socks like wildfire. at least one pair a day, sometimes more if you went to the beach where clothing easily got soaked. you missed the laminated and carpeted floors of home where socks were only soaked from a downpour of rain.

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[unavailableapple]

for that radfem ask meme thingy u reblogged, number 1, 3, 4, and 8 ^_^

(also just wanna say I love ur blog)

Thank you!!

I think I’ve already addressed 3? It should be in another post somewhere but you might have to scroll a bit, sorry about that :’) my blog is a tad cluttered. I need tags to separate things.

Anyway content warning because I’m going to be discussing sexual assault and harassment in all of these answers.

1 is leftist men. Haha oh wow I have a lot but I can’t even put all my thoughts into words. The funniest part about leftist men is that they’re all lying. Every single one. It takes at most three hang out sessions with a “feminist” leftist guy for him to start talking about how evil the Barbie movie is because it’s misandrist, how all his exes were fucking crazyyyy, and how he can’t stand radical feminists. Okay so you’re a misogynist like every other man? Wow how counter-culture!

Over the summer I became friends with a man (mistake number one) who had similar interests to me and I was very excited to be friends. I don’t have many friends with these specific interests because they’re very niche and very masculine. I was so happy to be friends with this guy who showed no romantic or sexual interest in me finally. Frankly it would’ve been weird if he did show those interests considering he’s 26 years old and I was 19 at the time, which is a hell of an age gap. Best part? He was a HUGE leftist. He campaigned for Kamala Harris and had a ton of stickers on his computer about reproductive rights and the like. So I thought he was safe (mistake number two). After hanging out for a few weeks he invited me back to his house to play with his dog. And I accepted (mistake number three). I don’t think I need to finish the story. 🤷‍♀️

4 is trans-identified males. I have a lot of stories. I think I’ve already talked about the time a man stole my cultural name because I wouldn’t have sex with him (yes this ACTUALLY happened). Here’s another story. When I was thirteen years old and identified as a heterosexual trans man (LOL) I joined a book group for transgender adults. I had lied to my parents so they would let me go. Anyway the only person who showed up was a trans-identified male in an adult dress that was bright pink and frilly. He repeatedly “misgendered” me (called me female and she/her). He took extreme delight in saying “us girls.” He repeatedly moved closer to me and touched my thigh. He asked me to come back to his apartment but I said my mom was waiting for me in the car (true). Keep in mind I was freshly 13 years old. He was in his mid forties and a teacher. This was SEVEN YEARS AGO.

I left and told my girlfriend at the time (who was also a trans man) said I was transphobic. She said if I didn’t want to be misgendered I should make more of an effort to ‘pass’ (I had to stop binding my chest because I was using tape and had injured myself pretty badly already). I said that I still called this man she/her pronouns despite him having a beard and my girlfriend said, “That isn’t the same. It’s harder for trans women to pass.”

I was thirteen years old. Goddamn.

8 is the ‘sex work’ industry. I think I’ve already talked about this but I used to be an underage cam girl when I was homeless (for the first time). I did other things as well but I was never an actual prostitute so I do not purport to have that experience. I engaged in this behavior between the ages of around 11-13 until I was able to return to my home.

Recently in class we were discussing the way that prostitution affects women in impoverished countries. I used the term “victim of prostitution” and was IMMEDIATELY “corrected” to the term sex worker! I replied, “As a previous underage quote-unquote sex worker, I find the term sex worker to be extremely capitalistic and dehumanizing so I’d prefer not to use it.” The SILENCE that came over the room, damn! I do not usually like to talk about my personal history with people I don’t know very well (actually…no one in my real life knows about my past with these things, not even my mother, because it feels so shameful and embarrassing). But that just came out of my mouth. They have not “corrected” me since.

[iris-of-the-eye]

@cult-of-the-eye thanks for the ask about the winx au!!!! sadly, my tumblr glitched out and it lost the ask so im doing a regular post :(

i have so so much content i am very normal!!

Ok so Martin is our quote unquote protagonist here with a very Bloom-esque backstory. He grew with his human mother on Earth and all was relatively normal until she died, which made him go through the family history and notice the discrepancies in the father's side. And he realized he's a fairy. He tried to do something about it but it's not like he knew any magical people so he was self taught. He even learnt a few spell, albeit minor ones.

That is until he gets accidentally roped into a fight with giant magical worms! He gets saved by a man named Tim, the fairy of humanity. Seeing this as his chance, Martin told him he's a fairy and asked how he can learn more about magic. And Tim was very happy to smuggle him over to Alfea University! So Martin wrote a letter to his partner (more on that later 👀) and left.

I took some creative liberties and changed the magic system a bit, mostly to fix the whole "this transformation is the strongest ever- oh wait this new one is- oh wait-" thing the later seasons have going on. And I made it more like regular academia?

Each fairy spends their teens learning the basic power, what's called Magic Winx in the show. Fully mastering it is equivalent to a bachelor's degree. Then you can pick another transformation to study. This is like a master's degree. This includes most of the post-s4 transformations.

Alfea has school's for both underaged and adult students. The former is like the one we see in the show, the latter is what we see in the au. Alfea University also offers courses for fairies who are only starting education as adults, which is what Martin is there for, so that they don't have to go to school with kids.

He arrives and meets Tim's two friends: Sasha, the fairy of preservation, and Jon, the fairy of information. And Jon is the stereotypical mean girl here. Hates Martin's guts from day one, views him as inferior because while Jon is studying to earn his Harmonix, Martin can't even transform yet.

The rest of the hypothetical show is Martin learning about his powers, transforming for the first time as the fairy of poetry, fighting evil monsters and people trying to kill them, including the witch of spiders, the university's evil founder, and a ton more worms. And growing closer with his new friends <3

Anyone who's interested can ask me questions in DMs or bully me into making another post, or perhaps drawing something. Then I can tell you about Martin's love life on Earth or Jon getting manipulated into pursuing Sirenix 👀

[justasmallbloginabigklainefandom]

@heartstringsduet replied to your post “I know anime is known for anime titties etc and I...”:

Same 😂

​The treatment of the P5R's female characters is honestly so buckwild to me, because they're on one hand treated extremely well and on the other hand they're treated like shit.

As in, Makoto, Ann and Futaba are fleshed-out, nuanced characters. (I know there's another female Phantom Thief but I haven't met her yet!). They are amazingly written. They have great depth, in my opinion. They have good sides and bad sides. They develop over the course of the game. They have individual storylines that go deep, from Ann's trouble with her modelling gig and her friendship with Shiro, to Makoto's grief and her perfectionism that stems from it, and Futaba's case where she's wrongfully led to believe she murdered her mum and how that affected her mentally. They also bond with each other and with the guys. You can date them, but you don't have to, because they aren't just there for Ren to court. They bond with him, obviously, but there's no underlying agenda. They have wants, fears, hopes, likes, dislikes, annoyances and quirks. They're allowed to make mistakes and amend them. They're allowed to loud and sweet and brash and nice and catty and complicated. So yes, especially if you compare them to other women in video games, who can be reduced to either "love interest", "sex object", "bimbo" or even the quote-unquote better archetypes like "healer" or "girlboss" or "warrior", they are treated with respect and dignity.

Even the non-playable female characters all have an interesting and meaningful storyline, which is why it's appealing to get to know them and even date them. I only recently found out Kawakami lied to me! Shocking! She feels terrible. And I only just met Hifumi's mom. Hifumi is being put under a lot of pressure and it's weighing her down. Last time I saw Tae, she found out her patient died and she was allowed to grief. I already maxed out Kasumi's ranks, for now. Aka, yes, the ladies are treated with dignity.

And then they're treated like absolute shit when it comes to their bodies, what they eat and how much they weight. I already made an earlier post about how Ann's slowly being reprimanded for her eating. It was refreshing to have a female character eat without it centering on weight, but then that got thrown out of the window in her modelling storyline with Mika. Especially since male characters don't get that treatment. How dare Ryuji, the other big glutton, reprimand her for eating cause it'll make her fat, while he's about to join her to eat the same thing? Morgana gleefully comments that Makoto doesn't eat lunch because she's in a bikini and she probably wants to be slim, cause that's supposedly the only reasons she wears it. No one talks about how Ren shouldn't eat because he's shirtless at the beach and that'll impact how others will see him. Futaba isn't initially comfortable revealing that much skin, but she will just have to deal with it. Yusuke is allowed to cover up, even in the heat.

Like, the game also shows off how harmful it is to see women as objects, but when Ren, Morgana, Ryuji and Yusuke do it, it's fine apparently? It's funny, even? Komashida trying to pressure Ann into something regarding her body is bad! Ren and Ryuji pressuring Ann in modelling nude (while underage) is good! That gross customer making very inappropriate comments about how hot it is that Futaba is basically a kid is bad! Yusuke immediately wishing to see Futaba in a state of undress "for art" is quirky! Komashida seeing girls as objects he should be able to freely get due to his status is bad! Ryuji bemoaning that girls aren't flocking him because he's so much better than other dudes since he's a Phantom Thief is understandable! A perv gripping Kasumi is bad! Yusuke grabbing Ann from behind just happened! The creeps on the beach treating Ann and Makoto as objects to obtain is bad! Ren, Ryuji and Yusuke treating other girls at the beach as objects to obtain is just guys things!

What's the deal here? Is the idea that just because Ryuji, Ren and Yusuke are teens, it's not as inapporiate as when grown ass men do it? The main reason Ren isn't as bad as the others is because I play him and I make him point out that the others are being gross and full of shit. Which is also why it annoys me so much when I cannot control him and he does shit like that.

Not to mention Ann's anime titties that bounce every time she does a special move. Honestly, I don't even mind that Ann's sexy, because there's nothing wrong with women wanting to be sexy and feeling good because of it. But then you get those really male gazy anime cutscenes where Ann airs her shirt and Ryuji just full on stares down her cleavage, or the beach thing where she adjusts her panties and it zooms in on her boobs and Ryuji makes groping hand gestures. Dude????? And yes, luckily, Ann gets to react to it. She gets to call Ryuji (and Yusuke, when he grabbed her) out, but still???? Ryuji doesn't fucking stop?????

So yeah, this is wild. I suppose that even when women are written as actual people, they still cannot easily escape this shit.

[fenrir-wolf-of-gotham]

So I know for a fact it isn’t bad to selfship with underage f/os. Like, objectively it isn’t.

However, even if you don’t wanna be quote unquote, “creepy,” there’s a solution:

Just age them up!

And it’s making me wanna edit that bit from it’s always sunny where Dennis says “News flash asshole!” Except instead of what he really says the f/o says, “I’ve been aging with you the entire goddamn time!”

i always feel sad for the antis who feel they need to abandon their younger F/Os once they turn 18. you can't just turn off love like it's a light switch, you don't have to go into hiding or shame yourself out of it :(

[unbeleevable]

" a damn rumor " when he legitimately confessed.

I find it so incredibly stupid when people like him try to 'save themselves' from the truth. I don't know what kind of audience he's trying to attract, but it's seriously getting annoying.

Being " new to the community " doesn't excuse your lies. It doesn't excuse the fact that you are talking to underaged people while being an adult.

And while being, quote unquote, a minor, as he said, his new account and profile state different. He didn't bother to change any of the 18+ contents on his account, and his pfp clearly shows that he's into more mature stuff.

Please check out the last persons reblog to understand what I'm answering!!!

ATTENTION EVERYONE WHO IS IN THE TICKLE COMMUNITY. THIS IS VERY SERIOUS. PLEASE BE CAREFUL.

If anyone by the name @/barneytickleguy1 happens to message you, IMMEDIATELY BLOCK THEM!!! THEY ARE A PREDATOR.

THEY LIED ABOUT THEIR AGE. SAYING THAT THE BLOG WAS PREVIOUSLY RUNNED BY THEIR COUSIN AND THAT THEY WERE 16, BUT DIDN'T CHANGE ANY OF THE "MINORS DNI" OR "18+" BECAUSE THEY WERE, QUOTE UNQUOTE, 'TOO LAZY" TO DO SO.

AFTER A BIT OF MESSAGING BACK AND FORTH FROM ME AND ANOTHER CLOSE FRIEND OF MINE, WE GOT THIS PERSON TO REALLY SHOW THEIR TRUE SELVES.

MORE SCREENSHOTS UNDER THE CUT!!

Fuck you. You absolute sick fuck.

[pants-shitter-ultimate]

@daletalleys I hope it’s okay to tag you!! but i thought i would raise a point that I hope many will agree with.

Even though this self ship “debate” (quote unquote because i feel like it’s just common sense) is over fictional characters, the subject is very personal to me on a real basis.

I’m the eldest sibling of 5. I have 1 19 y.o. brother and 3 underage sisters. 13 and 5 year old twins. I love my siblings more than anything and would do anything to protect them.

My 3 sisters are not safe from pedos as it is. and it fills me with rage to see grown ass people justifying their attraction to children. I think of my sisters and how they will have to worry for their safety from perverts.

I’ve been another young girl in the hands of older creeps. to these people, it’s nothing but what i’ve experienced will affect me for the REST OF MY LIFE. and i NEVER want my sisters to experience what I did.

Fiction DOES affect reality.

[k-sci-janitor]

So I finished DCWT last night and while I know this fic is quote unquote famous and also rightly contentious, I still had some thoughts on it that I wanted to spew out long form style on here, SO-

To be clear, this was a fic I avoided for a LONG TIME

You know when people hype up a thing as like, the pinnacle of whatever? And if you haven’t read it, you’re not a real fan? Yeah well, that was the vibe I got with this dumb fic for a long time while absolutely no one told me that, it was just my dumb brain being judgmental to myself really, lol. Anyway why would I wanna read a fic that famously doesn’t have any tags? I mean, who does that?? Anyway-

So what changed your mind?

Well I watched this wonderful video (everyone, GO WATCH THIS VIDEO) and even tho the creator simultaneously hyped and un-hyped DCWT, it got me intrigued and a little cautious about finally just giving it go. It had literally been sitting on my kindle for months and I just finally decided to see what it was I was missing.

So you got past that opening, huh?

MY GOD. My biggest initial hurtle getting thru this damn thing was just the opening. It was verbose. It didn’t make much sense. It didn’t even seem like this author and I had watched the same movie. Everything about it was off putting and strange and I must’ve picked it up and put it down like 10 times. Don’t do this. I’ve only written a little bit personally but the fastest way I chuck a book/fic/whatever away from me is a terrible opening or like, an opening so fucking confusing that it’s unclear that it’ll get better from here.

So it got better from there?

Okay yes, it did, thank goodness. At a certain point it became more clear and I realized the fic had started with a wildly confusing intro to show, you know, how m e s s e d up they were post-drift, cognitively, emotionally, etc. The story eventually started to speed up and I got engaged with the action and finally I couldn’t put it down. It took a while tho!! But I also HAD to put it down at some points.

Oh, why?

So, remember when I said there was no tags and everything I had gathered about this fic was secondhand knowledge? I didn’t really know how in depth the fic was going to describe disassociation and panic attacks. I don’t mind mentions of these things in other fics I've read but DCWT really delves into them in a way that made me, someone prone to panic attacks, really uncomfortable. It basically just hit a little too close to home for me and I occasionally had to put it down so I could breathe or find myself in a different headspace to be able to read these descriptions. This could easily affect someone else pretty harshly.

And like, I know these descriptions are fictional, they're not going to hurt me but they read real enough to me and they’re happening to a character I care a lot about and it was genuinely distressing to read. I also generally don’t read angsty fics because like I said, I don’t really like thinking deeply about Newt or Hermann having something overtly terrible to their bodies (sorry Kaiju!Newt fans, I get eeked out!!). Sometimes I can handle it if it’s abstract enough but sometimes I can’t. I especially find it hard if it's crouched in something I have personal experience with (the panic attacks, sigh). Tags, people, YOU USE THEM.

So did you even like this fic??? SPOILERS BELOW 👇👇👇

Omg so I actually did. Newt and Hermann’s characterizations were really good. Newt was quite possibly the world’s biggest asshole while I wanted nothing more than to give this Hermann a really big hug. Since this fic is so long, it gets a chance to really hone in on their dynamic and how they care for each other. They literally call each other their "life partners" before they examine if they're actually dating or not. I really enjoyed that a reader could interpret their relationship as ace, it totally works. And I still got my big damn kiss! Jokes that have been building up for like 100k words have an amazing pay off and was super funny to read. Also somehow NO ONE told me about the AI self-driving cars and were my surprise favorite characters. Mako's characterization was also some of the best things I've read about her and I loved her and Newt's relationship a lot.

So it was fine in the end?? MORE SPOILERS 👇👇👇

Well, no, I think I'm just sensitive to the idea that Newt's mind is tearing itself apart due to the kaiju, due to Hermann occasionally taking over, due to his own dumb hang-ups. It's a melancholy read is where I would place it. Their dynamic is difficult and real in it's terror of what's happened to them. A BIG SURPRISE for me was Newt's third drift and the fact the PPDC may or may not have coerced him to do it while he was on anti-seizure drugs?? IT'S REALLY UPSETTING. I don’t like the immediate alienation from the PPDC, I mean, I also don’t like the military but the idea that they would whisk Newt away like that is weird and I dunno. It’s fucked, whatever.

It was just a weird, hard read for me emotionally and I don’t blame anyone who decides to just put it down. And it has SUCH good stuff hidden in there (the AI cars, Hermann buying a Porsche on a whim and being a scary driver, that fucking hair stroking thing) but it’s a roller coaster and I honestly don’t know what to make of a fic that has it’s own PR person to hype it up, lmao.

So what do you recommend?

Approach cautiously! I’ll even make a short list of tags here: Descriptions of epilepsy, seizures, nosebleeds, disassociation, panic attacks, eye damage, hand surgery, Drinking and depictions of drunkenness, underage drinking mentions, implied drugging, descriptions of imagined head surgery, suicidal thoughts.

And hey, you might be a tough guy who reads fucked up fics all the time and I just sound like a wimp here, that’s fine!! I just felt complicated about this fic (liking and hating it, ugh) and wanted to get down what I thought about it while it was fresh. And like, y’all know me, I like cute, fluffy shit where they kiss for the first time or whatever. But I occasionally will dip into scarier stuff. I just don’t know if this is everyone’s cup of tea and wanted to elaborate. 😮‍💨

[knives-out20]

The Impact Of The Intergalactic - David Bowie Opinion Essay - by Beck S.

This is an essay I wrote about the span of David Bowie's career. I wrote it for a summer school course I took last year (August 2021) for a course called History of Rock & Roll.

My teacher gave nice feedback after he marked it, talking about how it was an "Excellent paper. It charts Bowie's progress throughout his career well, and includes significant detail. I could really feel the passion you have about him throughout. In fact, there is *too much* detail! The paper was supposed to be 3 pages max, double-spaced. Still, this is a good problem to have; better too much than too little."

So...enjoy!!

From his early works like Hunky Dory, to Black Tie White Noise in the 1990’s and stretching over to Blackstar as his final album, David Bowie has rarely had a bad album or song- in my opinion. His career has had ups and downs, his musical creations ranging in the way he would pitch his voice and what instruments he would use, the people he would produce with, and the wild things he would say. Charting David Bowie’s development over time is in fact an interesting journey.

Early on in his dreamy career, Bowie would have done nearly anything- or in fact, anyone- to grow in the music world. Hopping from band to band (like The Velvet Underground), producer to producer, doing whatever he could do to get ‘in’ in the industry. His early albums weren’t taken very highly in their times- especially with the ‘man-dress’ he wore on the British release of his The Man Who Sold The World album. Although, this dress was only the start of the androgynous appearance he would soon be known for, over the course of his 5-decade-spanning career.

The 1970’s were strange, to say the least. He married Angela Bowie at the start of the decade, then welcomed their son Duncan Zowie Haywood Jones a year later. Bowie went on to be hopped up on cocaine. David donned the look of one of his famous personas, The Thin White Duke. The same persona with slicked-back ginger hair, a white button-up under a black waistcoat and paired with black dress pants. The same Duke who called Adolf Hitler one of the first ‘rock stars’ and gave off a lot of faschist energy. He said many statements he’d later apologize for and grow as a better man from, which is good- it’s better than standing by then, or even backing himself up and supporting them. David Bowie called that period the darkest days of his life, and blamed the crazy statements on his horrid addiction and deteriorating mental state. The late 1970’s were more favorable, seeing as it gave the world what was dubbed the Berlin Trilogy alongside Brian Eno and David’s personal friend, Iggy Pop. Made up of three of his albums: Low and Heroes (both in 1977) and Lodger (1978). He moved from Los Angeles to Switzerland, then to Berlin as a further decision to escape his addiction (the reason he moved away from LA in the first place). It was in Berlin, of course, where he wrote his famous song Heroes, about two lovers, one from East Berlin and one from West.

Speaking of Berlin, David Bowie performed near the west of the Berlin Wall in 1987; he played so loud that crowds gathered on the east to listen. At this time, Bowie had no idea he would be the beginning of the city’s soon-coming unifying. After his death in 2016, the German government thanked him for bringing the wall down and unifying a divided Germany.

Music isn’t all he is known for, though it is a majority. He also starred in movies from time to time. Being the titular man in The Man Who Fell To Earth in 1976, Jareth the moody goblin king in Jim Henson’s 1986 Labyrinth film (what is most likely his most famous role), Monte the barman in the 1991 movie The Linguini Incident, cameoing as himself in Zoolander (2001), Nikola Tesla in the 2006 movie The Prestige, and even Lord Royal Highness in Spongebob Squarepants’ Atlantis Squarepantis in 2007, among a few others. David Bowie dabbled in the art of acting, and was not that bad at it. He was good enough to gain a star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame, too. Sometimes it bends my mind that my first introduction to my all-time favourite musician was in a Spongebob Squarepants movie, back before I knew who he was, but David Bowie was never one to shy away from foreshadowing. At least one song from many of his albums would hint at the direction he’d go in for his next release. For example, his track Queen Bitch on Hunky Dory foreshadowed his soon-coming Ziggy Stardust. And the Diamond Dogs track 1984 actually hinted at the Philadelphian soul of Young Americans, which is a more famous song of his, which he went on to perform on The Cher Show with its host.

The 1990’s were certainly an experimental time for David Bowie. But to my knowledge, I think the 1990’s was a time for everyone. He married supermodel Iman some days after performing at the Freddie Mercury Tribute Concert, and released the album I named earlier, Black Tie White Noise. It is known to have had a prominent use of electronic instruments, as was his other 1990’s album, Earthling. The early 1990’s greeted David’s first real band since the Spiders From Mars, dubbed Tin Machine. They recorded three guitar-driven albums which received mixed reviews from the masses, but Bowie looks back at this period- as do I- with a certain fondness; “a glorious disaster” he called it, when talking to journalist Mick Brown. Tin Machine is a period I don’t listen to often, compared to his solo stuff, but I don’t press the skip button when it comes on.

Alas, the starman’s career drew to a close as the 2000s rolled in. David Bowie greeted the 2000’s with the birth of his and Iman’s daughter, the beautiful Alexandria Zahra Jones. After suffering a- strange, as it were- heart attack symptoms mid-song during a concert in 2004, he took a hiatus from his career. I say strange because given what I know, he was trying his best to stay healthy at the time. According to my special Rolling Stone edition magazine about David Bowie (released at the start of this year), he was on tour and performing in a really hot arena. But Bowie was sober, and had quit smoking. He was taking medication to lower his cholesterol, and worked out with a trainer. Bowie looked great, and yet he felt a pain in his shoulder and chest, along with a shortness for breath. A bodyguard rushed onstage to usher Bowie off of it, cutting the concert short. He only performed live once or twice after that point, but was set on never going live ever again. And he kept his word on that, unfortunately but also fortunately. Unfortunately, because David Bowie live would have been quite the experience- I wouldn’t know, personally. But fortunately, because I do not believe anyone needs a repeat of the 2004 Reality scare.

I am actually not too fond of speaking of his final years. Nobody really likes to speak of the last years of their idols’ life before their death, so it’s no surprise. Blackstar was David Bowie’s 25th and final album, recorded entirely in secret in New York alongside his long-time producer, Tony Visconti. The album's central theme lyrically is mortality, and seeing as Bowie was undergoing chemotherapy for his cancer at the time, I see it as his way of coping with his incoming death. His producer Tony Visconti called him a ‘canny bastard’, when he realized Bowie was essentially writing a farewell album. Every song on the album is what is considered a swan song, a swan song in question being a phrase for a final gesture of some sort before retirement or death. In this case, death. Over the course of recording the album, David Bowie’s chemotherapy had actually been working and he had an eerie optimism while recording. But by the time they shot the two music videos Blackstar and Lazarus, where he showed off the definite passage of time and cruelty of chemotherapy through sparse and gray hair with sagging skin, he knew his condition was terminal and that this would be a battle he would lose. Blackstar wasn’t the first album to have been made by a musician succumbing to a fatal illness, but in my opinion it is in fact the most beautiful. It’s jazzy, and elegant, showing how at peace he had become with dying.

Blackstar the album was released on January 8th, 2016. Also known as David Bowie’s 69th birthday. Two days later, David Bowie died at his Lafayette Street home on January 10th after living with liver cancer for up to 18 months. Beforehand, he had let it be known he did not want a funeral nor a burial, but rather that his body be cremated and the ashes to be scattered in Bali by his loved ones. His wish was received, and planet Earth was very much bluer and quieter without his colour and wonderful noise.

As I said earlier on, David Bowie’s career came with ups and downs. His mysteriously close relationship with Mick Jagger, his cross with famous underage groupie Lori Maddox, the births of his two talented children, his faschist bender in the 70’s, and final bang of Blackstar in his final year on earth. Through the highs and lows, his career and his music meant a lot to the quote-unquote misfits and freaks of the world, myself included. David Bowie turned and faced the strange, shouted “you’re not alone!” To those who felt the loneliest, he surely spent his career helping those who needed to be themselves, feel more freer and braver in doing so, no matter what they may be when they are themselves. He never went boring, he never went stale, he sang what he wanted and dressed how he pleased, and kept to his word on how much more to life there is when you’re just that; yourself. A year after David Bowie’s untimely passing, his son Duncan Jones accepted an award for British album of the year that was won by Blackstar at the 37th annual Brit Awards. When he accepted it, he made a speech about his father that I will leave here, and never forget. Seeing as it perfectly encapsulates David Bowie’ legacy, and the true meaning of his extraordinary career.

“I lost my dad last year, but I also became a dad. And, uhm, I was spending a lot of time- after getting over the shock- of trying to work out what would I want my son to know about his granddad? And I think it would be the same thing that most of my dad's fans have taken over the last 50 years. That he’s always been there supporting people who think they’re a little bit weird or a little bit strange, a little bit different, and he’s always been there for them. So...this award is for all the kooks, and all the people who make the kooks. Thanks, Brits, and thanks to his fans.” - Duncan Z. H. Jones (February 22 2017, at The O2 Arena in London.)

[joviewinchester]

31 Nights of Halloween Special!

Day 4: Graveyard exploring

“Why, Benny? Just, why?” Y/N whined. “You said you wanted to do something fun and scary, so here we are. Don’t blame me.”

“When I said that, I kinda meant like hunt down a werewolf or something. Not hang out with dead people.”

“Yeah. Because hunting down a werewolf is much more normal than hanging out in a cemetery at midnight.”

“This is Whitechapel. Pretty much everything is normal. This is stupid. I don’t want to go.” Y/N whined, stopping for a moment.

Benny turned to look at her. “…Oh my god. You’re scared!” He said in shock.

“Oh I’m sorry. If I’m going into a graveyard in Whitechapel, then I would like to have my vampire best friend.” Y/N scoffed.

“Oh come on, Y/N. I’ll protect you. I promise.” Y/N laughed, and Benny glared at her.

“Oh. You’re serious.” “Yes I’m serious. Magic remember?”

“Yeah. Cause that works all the time.” Y/N said sarcastically.

They continued walking through the graveyard before Y/N stopped suddenly.

“Did you hear that?” “You mean the sound of silence? No.”

“I heard a leaf crunch dummy.”

Y/N looked around the entire graveyard searching for the cause of the noise.

She couldn’t see anything. “It was nothing Y/N. Come on. Let’s keep looking. I though we were here for ghost hunting anyways. Why are you so wigged out?”

“I’m quote unquote wigged out because I didn’t want to do this. I wanted to go to a stupid high school costume party with underage drinking like every other teenager, but I decided well if Benny wants to go, I guess I’ll go because I’m a good girlfriend who let’s him choose what we do every once in awhile even though I freaking hate the thought of ghosts!”

“Shh. Did you hear that?” Benny asked.

“Oh shut up, you jerk.”

“No. I’m serious. Listen.” The crunching of leaves grew louder and louder and suddenly someone appeared in front of them, making Y/N and Benny both scream and jump back.

Then, they heard hysterical laughter. “Oh my God! You two are so gullible.” Erica laughed. Sarah joined in with her. “You seriously should have seen your faces. That was too good!”

Y/N huffed in annoyance.

They immediately stopped laughing after hearing the sound of a howl echo throughout the graveyard. All four of them nervously looked around trying to locate the source of the sound. “We handled the werewolf situation, right?” Y/N asked with fright.

“Boo!” They all screamed. “Wow. I scared two vampires, a warlock, and a mermaid. I finally accomplished something.” Ethan said.

“What is it?! Scare the life out of the mermaid night?! You are all such jerks.”

“Well, since we’re all together, do you guys wanna go get food or something and have a horror movie marathon at my house?” Ethan asked.

“Yes!” Y/N immediately replied running out of the graveyard.

“I guess I’ll order the food.” Benny groaned.

“Well, if Y/N’s going, I guess I have to go. Don’t wanna leave her with you two losers on Halloween night.” Erica said.

“I’m her boyfriend.” Benny said defensively.

“I’m not just gonna sit at home alone, so I’m in too.” Sarah said.

“Well let’s go then.” Ethan said. “Benny! Unlock the freaking door! I’m going to die out here!”

Benny sighed. “Coming!”

[kiribakufanfictions]

KIRIBAKU CLASSICS

These are fanfictions that almost every Kiribaku has already read. 

Summaries are from the actual summary of the fanfiction written by the author.

2am Knows All Secrets by Unbreakable_Red_Riot

… It wasn’t that he was annoyed.

Okay, maybe he was a little annoyed, but that was just the lack of sleep talking. Because a certain explosive punk thought it was a good idea to test the flammability of his sheets at 2 in the morning. Every single morning.

(In which Bakugou's quirk wakes Kirishima up, and Kirishima gets way too invested in his bro's well-being.)

Key Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Nightmares, Anxiety Attacks, Getting together, Mutual Pining, Canon Divergent

Quote Love Unquote by Newamsterdam 

Sero nods. “It’s the chance of a lifetime, really,” he says. “We want you to date Bakugou, for the sake of his reputation with the press. Some public appearances, a few ‘candid’ photos. For at least a couple of months.”

“Bakugou sent you to ask me to date him?” Kirishima asks, baffled.

“Of course not. We, his people, are asking you to date him. He’s going to have to get on board, if he wants his career to survive. And in the bargain, Riot will get all sorts of publicity, because their lyricist will be dating one of the industry’s hottest stars. A win for everyone.”

When Kirishima Eijirou's band hits the big time, he's not prepared for his newfound fame. He's even less prepared to meet the actor he's been crushing on for years, or to start dating him as a publicity stunt. The closer Kirishima gets to Bakugou Katsuki, the more he realizes he's in over his head. But it's hard to stop, once his heart is in it.

Key Tags: Alternate Universe - Celebrity, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Mutual Pining, Slow Burn

Slow it down (go easy on me) by Newamsterdam

It’s at that moment that Bakugou realizes something is very, very wrong. He glances down at himself and sees scars he’s never had before along his arms, little nicks and scratches he’d never have been oblivious to. When he reaches up, his limbs feel longer, and as he staggers to his feet he stands several centimeters taller than he had, last thing he knew. He glances at the mirror, catches sight of his reflection, and screams.

One of the doors on the opposite side of the room bursts open, steam spilling out into the bedroom. A man crosses the room in quick strides, looking around for some enemy he can’t yet see.

No, not just a man. Kirishima.

When a confrontation with a villain throws Bakugou through time, he's forced to face a future he never imagined, and maybe something he can't leave behind. 

Key Tags: Time Travel, Pining, Angst with a Happy Ending, Future Fic

A Heart Swelled to Bursting by Eggstasy

The summer training camp of Bakugou's second year at UA descends upon him with all the untamed fury of- well, himself, honestly.

PACKING CHECKLIST: ✓boyfriend (need to figure out how much he's willing to let him get away with) ✓people who claim to be his friends (deluded and in need of correction) ✓ptsd (that he absolutely doesn't actually have) ✓a healthy dose of denial (say it five times fast and that means it's true, right)

Trigger Warning:  Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Panic Attacks, Sexual Assault.

Key Tags: Superiority complex, Bullying, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Nightmares, Panic Attacks, Consensual Underage Sex

Roses are red and they taste like shit by Unbreakable_Red_Riot

Katsuki was really fucking sick of the smell of flowers.

Trigger Warning: Improper use of medication (could be similar to some people’s experiences)

Key Tags: Hanahaki Disease, Pining , Eventual Happy Ending, Mild Body Horror

[ao3feed-danganronpa]

Angel

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3hOF375

by Yaniujin

While having a lovely morning of eating breakfast with everyone, Angie notices something strange..

Why was Kokichi not present at breakfast? Why did Himiko acted a little weird, almost nervous, when Kokichi not being at breakfast was pointed out? Why did Atua made Angie go to Kokichi’s room?

She didn’t know why but she was about to find out..

A lovely morning was about to turn lovelier, at least, for two people.

Words: 7605, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: New Dangan Ronpa V3: Everyone's New Semester of Killing

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Underage

Categories: F/M

Characters: Oma Kokichi, Yonaga Angie, Yumeno Himiko, Chabashira Tenko, Tojo Kirumi, Akamatsu Kaede

Relationships: Oma Kokichi/Yonaga Angie, Oma Kokichi & Yonaga Angie

Additional Tags: Porn with Feelings, Aphrodisiacs, love potion, Quote Unquote, Kissing, Vaginal Sex, Porn With Plot, Gentle Sex, Riding, Feelings, Ounaga, Not Beta Read, First Time, Love Across The Universe: Dangan Salmon Team, Implied Relationship, Bad Summary FML, Smut

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3hOF375

[valentinesvampire]

oscar wilde probably engaged in sex tourism of underage boys in the mediterranean and was an antisemite unfortunately, but by that logic, you shouldn't get a sylvia plath, virginia woolf, shakespeare, thomas mann, or lev tolstoy tattoo either. i think it's important to know what kind of people your favourite writers were and what views they held and engage with their works critically bearing that in mind, because you're not going to find a historical figure who was a quote unquote 100% good guy

With the first part I am again having a hard time finding any sources on him even visiting the Mediterranean let alone engaging in sex tourism. I havent read a full bio of him or all his letters so maybe I'm missing something. I was aware of the antisemitism accusations and as far as I know they all stem from the theater owner in Dorian Gray being an antisemitic caricature. Still awful, but really not surprising for a well off Victorian dude. Like I said in the tags of the last ask I am aware he was a kind of shitty person--he was super misogynistic and AWFUL to his wife too, but when someone has been dead for over a hundred years theres only so much you can expect from them

Also 100% agree with knowing fave authors fucked up views in order to engage with them critically I think its the only way to deal with that shit in media

[louthegreatfurrry]

1 to 5, 15 to 20, 75 to 80 and 95 to 100 for the asks meme?

1. What is you middle name?

Officially, Piberius. Unofficially, Piberius Michael Ebelein. Self-picked and cherished!

2. How old are you?

15

3. When is your birthday?

13th November

4. What is your zodiac sign?

I’m a Scorpio!

5. What is your favorite color?

Either marine blue or deep purple :)

15. Favorite song?

You say that as though I can pick, lol. I’m a fan of “A Spaceman Came Travelling”, though.

16. Favorite movie?

The Huckybucky Forest or the Hobbit trilogy!

17. Who would be your ideal partner?

Someone kind who tries their best I guess? I’m not really picky, lol

18. Do you want children?

Yes! I’d love to have one or two.

19. Do you want a church wedding?

Do you want me to puke?

20. Are you religious?

Er… define religious? I’d like to convert to Buddhism when I get older and move out and such (I subscribe to a lot of Buddhist beliefs), but as of right now I’m more spiritual than religious, I think.

75. Have you ever started a rumor?

Nope.

76. Have you ever been in a position of authority?

‘Course. I’ve sat in the student council, lol. Plus I’m the quote unquote “leader” of every single group project ever. 

77. Have you ever drank underage?

With my parents I haven’t really had a choice :|

78. Have you ever done drugs?

Nope.

79. Who was your first real crush?

I can’t remember, lol. I’ve always had a lotta love to share

80. How many piercings do you have? 

Just the common ‘one in each ear’

95. What are your weaknesses?

My reluctance to put myself above people I care for and my mental illness.

96. How did you get your name?

I chose my name, thank you very much - but it comes from my dead middlename, Louise. I went “I like some of that!” and ran with it. Piberius comes from Nicholas Piberius Wilde, from Zootopia (first anthro fox I would’ve given my life for). Michael comes from Mikkel, the second anthro fox I would crawl through hell and back for. Ebelein comes from my great grandfather, Walter Kristoffer Ebelein Knudsen. I think it sounds cool, and my family has a tradition of re-using family names.

97. Were your ancestors royalty?

My great x38 grandfather was the first King of Norway, and I have a few dutches and lords/ladies on both mother’s and father’s side.

98. Do you have any scars?

Doesn’t everyone? Surgery scars below my right knee, three on my left thumb (never ever whittle towards you, children), and a few dozen scattered around thanks to picking on my scabs. Oh, and one by my right ringfinger knuckle from when I dropped a rock on my hand and broke my finger!

99. Color of your bedspread?

Depends on the time ofc - currently it’s a Huckybucky Forest print :)

100. Color of your room?

Gray-ish cream for three walls, the fourth is a foggy white forest with distant gray trees.

Thank you for the ask!

[twentyonepilotsficlibrary]

Hey can you find me some good (preferably long) fics where one kinda “saves” the other? And theres a lot of hurt/comfort and maybe ptsd and fluff :3

here’s what i saw that you might like! -cade

500 Baskets by emeraldcitydowntowngirl for smallghostkid (29/29 | 108,554 | Mature)

The rule was simple: Make 500 baskets, or you don’t get dinner.-Contrary to popular belief, basketball player Tyler Joseph doesn’t have it as good as everyone* thinks he does

*Josh Dun, the quote unquote new kid with blue hair and crazy friends

// abuse, unhealthy coping mechanisms, internalized homophobia, homophobia, angst, suicidal thoughts.

Sweet Creature by olgushka (27/27 | 102,276 | Teen And Up)

Apparently being a single parent and a drummer in one of the most popular bands in the world is not as easy as it seems.

// cheating

Pacific Daydream by regionals (26/? | 85,485 | Explicit)

"How would you feel," Josh starts as he bends down, letting his slightly chapped lips graze against the shell of the boy's ear. His voice drops in volume as he finishes his question, sounding equal parts seductive and tempting; "if I made your night a little more special?"

// alcoholism, drug addiction, drug use, underage drinking, hate crimes, homophobia, past abuse, past rape/non-con, large age gap.

Semi-Automatic by fairlyfloral (23/? | 73,269 | Explicit)

Tyler's past is a story which nobody is brave enough to bring up, even himself. But after days that later become months and years of silence, everything seems to change since the middle of one night, when he meets somebody who catches his attention inside a lit up garage in an unknown neighbourhood, and when he decides to visit it every following night.

// PTSD, implied/referenced past near death experience

There Are No Raindrops on Roses//It's Sleeping with Roaches by addict_with_a_migraine (13/13 | 68,998 | Explicit)

Tyler came to New York with a dream- to sing songs to people who sang along and learn things he wouldn’t in Columbus where everyone seemed to hate him. However, all he seems to learn is to never trust anyone and that he will probably be stuck here forever- or die trying to escape.

His only hope to get out seems to be the man with caramel, mocha eyes and that stupid colourful tattoo.

// blood, character death, underage, graphic depictions of violence, drug use, abuse, self-harm, internalized homophobia, self hate, minor character death