#so i mean. SOMETHING. i am genuinely going to cry tears of relief. i have something to work with FINALLY

[nexus-nebulae]

I'm gonna fucking cry i finally got a doctor who will listen to me and actually understands my problems and explained things to me better than any other specialist I've seen and she gave me a list of ways to make laying down more comfortable and i can finally lay on my side again

[awkward-walking-potato]

hii, can you do an imagine with Wade where he dates a younger girl who has a skin disease and because of it has spots on her body?

Beauty Marks

You stared at your reflection in the mirror, trying to keep the tears at bay. The spots that dotted your skin seemed to glare back at you, a constant reminder of the condition you’d been living with for years. It wasn’t the condition itself that hurt you, but the way people reacted to it—the way they stared, the cruel comments, the teasing that you tried so hard to brush off.

Today had been particularly rough. You’d overheard a group of people at the grocery store making snide remarks about your appearance, and no matter how much you tried to ignore it, their words clung to you like a second skin. By the time you got home, you were emotionally drained, and the last thing you wanted to do was look at yourself in the mirror.

But Wade had always been so kind, so loving. You didn’t want him to see you like this—so insecure and defeated. He deserved someone confident, someone who didn’t let the world’s cruelty get to them.

You were so lost in your thoughts that you didn’t hear Wade enter the room until he was right behind you, his arms wrapping around your waist as he rested his chin on your shoulder.

“Hey, there,” he said softly, his voice a comforting rumble in your ear. “What’s going on, babe? You look like you’re about to cry, and we both know tears and eyeliner don’t mix well.”

You forced a small smile, but it didn’t reach your eyes. “It’s nothing, Wade. Just a rough day.”

Wade wasn’t fooled for a second. He gently turned you around so that you were facing him, his hands coming up to cup your cheeks. His touch was warm and grounding, and you found yourself leaning into it despite the emotions threatening to spill over.

“Don’t give me that ‘it’s nothing’ crap,” Wade said, his tone soft but firm. “I know that look, and I hate seeing it on your face. What happened?”

You hesitated, not wanting to burden him with your insecurities, but the concern in his eyes melted away your resolve. “It’s just… people. They stare, they make comments. It’s nothing new, but it still hurts, you know?”

Wade’s expression darkened, a protective anger flaring up in his eyes. “Those assholes don’t know what they’re talking about. If I knew who they were, I’d make sure they never say another word about you again.”

You shook your head, reaching up to place a hand on his chest. “Wade, it’s okay. You don’t need to do anything. It’s just… hard sometimes.”

Wade’s eyes softened again, and he pulled you closer, wrapping you in his embrace. “I know it’s hard, babe. And I hate that you have to deal with this crap. But I need you to know something—those spots on your skin? They’re beautiful. *You’re* beautiful. I don’t care what anyone else thinks, because to me, you’re the most gorgeous woman on the planet.”

A tear slipped down your cheek, but this time it was one of gratitude and relief rather than sadness. Wade’s words were always so genuine, so full of love, and they had a way of making you feel like the most cherished person in the world.

“Wade…” you whispered, your voice trembling with emotion. “Thank you.”

Wade leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “No need to thank me, babe. I’m just telling the truth. I mean, have you seen yourself? I’m the one who hit the jackpot here.”

You laughed softly, the sound a mix of amusement and disbelief. “You’re ridiculous, you know that?”

“Damn right I am,” Wade replied with a grin, his thumb brushing away the tear on your cheek. “But I’m also your ridiculously lucky boyfriend, and I’m gonna make sure you know just how amazing you are every single day.”

He kissed you then, slow and tender, as if he was trying to convey all the love and admiration he felt for you through that one act. You kissed him back, your heart swelling with affection for this man who saw past your insecurities and loved you for who you were—spots and all.

When you pulled away, Wade’s eyes were bright with mischief, a sure sign that he was about to say something outrageous.

“You know,” he began, “if I ever meet the jerk who made you feel bad today, I’ll give ‘em a piece of my mind. And by that, I mean I’ll literally throw a piece of my mind at them. You know, the whole regeneration thing? They’ll never see it coming.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, shaking your head at his antics. “Wade, please don’t throw your brain matter at people. That’s not exactly the solution I was hoping for.”

“Fine, fine,” Wade conceded with a dramatic sigh. “But just know that I’d do it for you. Because you’re worth it, spots and all.”

You smiled up at him, feeling lighter than you had all day. “You always know how to make me feel better.”

“Damn straight I do,” Wade said, pulling you close again. “Now, how about we forget about those losers and spend the rest of the night doing whatever makes you happy? Whether that’s binge-watching your favorite show, eating a ton of junk food, or just making out until we pass out—your call.”

The idea of a relaxing night with Wade sounded perfect, and you nodded, feeling a warmth spread through your chest. “I think I’d like that. All of it.”

Wade’s grin widened. “Now that’s what I like to hear.”

And so, the two of you spent the evening together, wrapped up in each other’s company. The cruel words and judgmental stares from earlier in the day faded into the background, replaced by the comfort and love that Wade never failed to give you.

As you settled into bed that night, Wade’s arms around you, you couldn’t help but feel incredibly lucky. Your skin condition might have made life difficult at times, but it had also brought you Wade—someone who saw the beauty in every part of you, even the parts you sometimes struggled to accept.

Wade pressed a kiss to the top of your head, his voice a low murmur as he drifted off to sleep. “You’re perfect, you know that?”

You smiled, snuggling closer to him. “So are you, Wade.”

And with that, you let yourself drift into a peaceful sleep, knowing that no matter what the world threw at you, Wade would always be there to remind you just how loved and beautiful you truly were.

[teddybeartoji]

YES IM TALKING ABOJT THE CRYING I’m so serious I am exactly like that and a similar thing has happened to me (btw you don’t have to respond to this!) but I feel like satoru would do it to tease you and then after seeing you cry because you thought he was upset he would just 😕 okay I didn’t wanna make you cry

AAAAAAAAHHHHHH NONNIEEE!!!!!!! I'M SORRY I'M GETTING TO THIS SO LATE😭😭😭 BUT I'M SO GLAD YOU'RE THE SAME WAY LMAO aaahhh for context for those who might stumble upon this and are like ???????????? the original post was me saying that satoru would definitely get jealous of your cat if you paid it more attention to him bUUUUT i am so sensitive that i would cry over it😭😭 and make a whole scene abt how i love them both equally 😭😭😭

liiiike satoru comes home to the sight of you cuddling with the cat and he's immediately like🤨🤨and where's my hug???🤨🤨🤨 and you beckon him over, saying smth that you don't wanna make the cat leave yk??? and he just rolls his eyes with a small smile and gives you a fat smooch.

but then... he steps out of the shower and gets all comfy with the intent of spending some time with his beloved now, yeah? seems logical? he walks into the living room and- you're still there with the cat,, looking down on the little beast with loving eyes as you give it belly rubs. ohhh and satoru just squints his eyes, huffing and puffing as he walks over. your boyfriend is finally home and you're not all over him??????????????????? are you abandoning him for the critter??????

"do you hate me? do you wanna break up?" satoru stands at the end of the couch and folds his hands over his chest, his eyes boring into yours as he cocks his head.

"wha– " you're confused, of course you are. "why would you ever say that, satoru?!"

his serious tone is scaring you, anxiety immediately pooling in the pits of your stomach. the cat in front of you stops the purring as your hand stops moving, now just resting on top of it.

"do you. hate me?"

"no?!"

"then how come you're still cuddling the furball when i'm literally right here?!"

you blink at him, completely baffled. you take a look at the cat, your baby, and then eye satoru again. your other baby. but he really doesn't seem to be joking, his eyes more serious than usual and you feel bad. you didn't mean for him to be left out! you missed him so much and you're so happy that he's finally home, but you were also just happy that the cat decided to come and cuddle with you, knowing that it likes to sleep on his own more!!!!!!

tears brim in the corners of your eyes before you can stop them and your lips turn downward, forming the perfect pout. oh, and satoru's heart shatters like a piece of glass.

stuck to the ground like glue, he's a bit baffled.

"i'm sorry, satoru. i'm sorry for making you feel bad, i was just excited that it wanted to spend time with me..."

his blue eyes widen like a doe caught in headlights. "i– "

thoughts run a hundred miles per second in his head, his gaze switching from his now heartbroken beloved to the little beast he was so upset with. but when he sees that one tear threatening to roll over the apple of his cheek, he rushes around the couch and drops to his knees in front of you. "no, no, no. i didn't mean it, i didn't mean it!"

he's grasping at your cheeks, tugging you closer so he can press a kiss to your wobbling lips. and then he's pulling back and pressing one to the cat's head too. "i didn't mean it, okay?!"

he pets the cat with a bit more force than usually, desperate to show you that he's not actually mad at you or the cat. "see, we're friends!"

he presses another kiss to the furball. "best friends!" but then the hairs in his mouth make him splutter which in turn makes you crack a small smile. satoru sighs with relief.

"i love both of you... " your voice is soft, genuinely sad that satoru would even joke about something like that. "equally, okay? please, don't be upset..."

"i'm- "

yeah, no, you're going to kill him one day. the strongest one is now getting his ribs cracked in because he made his lover cry. he made them upset over a damn cat. he's close to just sowing his mouth shut just about now.

"i'm not upset, i just missed you. i'm sorry for saying that..." his eyes are gentle while he wipes the remaining few tears with his thumbs. "we can cuddle together. all three of us. yeah?"

he leans forward to press a kiss to your forehead before pushing off the ground and settling himself behind you on the couch, ever so cautious as to not scare the cat more than he has already. he gives the animal a glare but his gaze softens immediately when it starts purring when you start rubbing its belly. satoru can't really blame the little beast, now can he? he's exactly the same – melting into your touch the second you scratch your nails on his undercute. his eyes fall shut as he rests his head against yours, already forgetting the fact that he was getting envious over a pet.

[khuzena]

12:59

| Michael Kaiser x g/n!reader

summary: everyone in life comes and goes, but sometimes he wishes you stayed; but it's too big of a request to ask.

Warning: toxic rs,no happy ending, cry bitches. Angst, Angst, Angst. (Cheating again because this man is the reddest, crimson flag ever)

A/n: was writing this in school, no activities for the entire day so i was writing this. (This is so cringe oh my god i swear I'll write fluff next time what character do you guys want as long as it aint barou because idk how to write him..)

It sometimes gets too hard to breathe at night.

There are times where he'd find solace in your embrace, you've made home in his heart and you know.

The cupid to your psyche, the romeo to his juliet. So tempting yet so dangerous.

Trust, such a simple thing yet so hard to keep and attain. Something he's won from you years ago yet he lost instantly.

A prodigy as he, the loyal man he used to be.

Rainy days like these you'd find yourself in his well-sculpted arms, inhaling his scent and his kisses marking you his.

Two weeks before the fallout, he's been a distant man, eyes filled with disdain for you and you don't know why. Just a month ago there were flowers on your doorstep, a genuine compliment through text and light kisses pressed on your forehead here and there.

Though recently, he's been looking at you with such hate in his eyes, like you ruined his life— like you're the reason you brought pain and suffering in his world. Why?

There you were, sitting at the marble kitchen island and eating some fresh fruits while watching a boring show on your phone.

Kaiser walked past you as he grabbed an energy drink from the fridge, not even sparing you a single glance.

"Hey, love." You said smiling, nervously fidgeting your fingers under the table.

Kaiser rolled his eyes before looking at you with such disgust. Was your hair really that unkempt? Did your acne come back again? Was he no longer attracted to you? Or was it because he's found someone else. You don't know but these questions spiral in your brain, wondering, asking where you went wrong.

"Hey." He replied, the irritation in his voice was too obvious.

"Can we talk?"

If anyone could see you right now they would compare you to a homeless man asking for scraps or spare change. But at least a hobo has more dignity than you.

Like a broke man begging for money and food to survive, you're pleading, throwing away all your dignity— if you even had any left; begging for a tiny speck of his attention. Some answer, some closure for why he's been treating you like this.

"I don't have time for that and you know it, I have a game again next week in france. Let's talk next time when I have the time"

Confusion and anger boiling in you at this point, what do you mean he has no time for a simple conversation? When he has all the time in the world to do stupid shit without you when he's actually free.

"What the fuck? You barely have any fucking time for me."

He stared down at you with a blanm expression, it was irritating how he wasn't even taking you seriously.

He didn't say a word before walking away to the comfort of his room.

A week later he came home.

It was 12:59 am.

A knock on your door disturbed the peace in the living room, you made your way to the main door. Sighing with relief that it was him, that he got home safely from whatever team party he attended.

"'M sorry…"

Your eyes widened, the moment you opened the door he lunged himself at you; his grip as he hugged you not loosening.

"What happened to you, micha?..."

The smell of alcohol getting on you, the red lipstick stains on his blouse and how pathetically dishevelled that man was.

The sight took your ability to speak away for a moment. You've never expected this, he told you earlier that he'd just be drinking with his team but to go as far as this?

"Don't touch me."

Kaiser tightened his grip, the shame on his face says it all. He's never cried this hard before as his tears soaked your shirt, "Liebling.."

"I said go away." Venom dripped from your voice, causing him to flinch in his very drunk state.

A loud thud can be heard throughout the house as he fell on his knees, like the shameless bastard he is, he cried, "I still love you", "I won't do it again I promise", "You're everything, please, schatz"

The next day, he was lying on the couch. His bags being too dark one could mistake him for a panda.

Even though his stomach is growling loudly, vomit bubbling in his throat or face dried with tears he couldn't help but just wail.

Hands trembling as he looked to the alarm clock to his left, 12:59 pm. Kaiser's legs wobbled as he checked every room, looking for a sign you were there but no.

"Liebling! Please, please. Where are you?"

His voice echoed in the walls of his apartment but there was no one who answered back.

Kaiser's lost you and it's all his fault yet he wailed pathetically on the floor, holding on to the railings of his stairs like someone took you away from him.

As time passed by, he's lost count of the days he's skipped training. His hunger being his least concern even though he barely eats nowadays as he spends most of his time staring at the ceiling.

Wishing for a miracle, wishing that god hears his prayer for one last time.

In this time of deep depression his spotify playlist has become his friend, his pillow being the tissue for his tears and the sheets crumpled from his thrashing around the bed.

kaiser: please come abck

kaiser: back***

kaiser: please

kaiser: please

kaiser: i love you

kaiser: liebling

kaiser: liebling lets talk

kaiser: please.

*seen*

It's hopeless.

No matter how many times he blew up your phone with calls and texts you never answered. Though you never even blocked him too.

It was that time again, he called you again. Screen stained with tears as his eyes sparkled with hope when you finally picked up.

"Liebling, im sorry, im sorry."

The call was still on but he could only hear your heavy breathing, his breath hitched as he shakily held his phone to his ear.

"I know my sorrys won't change anything, but I still love you."

"I can't live without you"

"You're my everything."

"Please."

Please.

Still not a single word from you, he plopped down on his bed as he stared into nothing again in his empty room.

"Michael, stop."

He clutched his phone to his chest as he sobbed quietly, making sure you didn't hear him.

"Yeah, sorry."

"Stop apologising, Michael," you let out a sigh, "let's break up"

"Yeah, sure. Good night"

The call ended right then and there.

Kaiser kept replaying your voicemails over and over again. His nerves calmed down for a bit until the reality set in, he'd never hear your voice again.

There will no longer be any you standing outside the door with your arms wide open to congratulate him on his win or a lover he'd call his. The person he vowed to love and protect forever, gone.

And it's all his fault.

For one last time, he checked his phone as he saw a notification on his lock screen. The bright light almost blinded him.

love: i know you're still awake

love: go to sleep

*sent 12:59 am*

He sighed, putting away his phone and staring at the clock.

"Yeah, maybe it is getting late"

Note: we js had a halloween party 2 days ago, cosplayed as krul, had so much fun. °^°>🍦. I'll stop writing for kaiser i swear im js obsessed w him :((( (this fic not proofread m sorryyy)

[lizard-on-a-window-pane]

Hi!!!!

I was wondering for Trope Tuesday if you could write a brothers best friend with James Potter (If possible could she be best friend with Lily and the girls but don’t worry if not)

Love you and your writing xxx

thanks so so much!! for requesting and for being so sweet 🥲 i hope you like it!!

for my 250 Followers Writing Event!

Tropey Tuesday 🎭 trope: brother's best friend

pairing: James Potter x reader 

tags: angst, fluff, Lupin!reader, fem!reader, sibling fluff

word count: 3k (not me with the first thing I write after saying I might keep things a bit shorter)

“Hey, little Lupin,” Sirius says, grinning, as he plops down beside you on the common room couch. “You know we’re twins, right?” you respond, not even looking up from your book. “Yeah… but you’re shorter.” He seems overly satisfied with his justification, and you can’t help but giggle at his antics. 

“So. What are you reading?” he asks. 

This confuses you; you didn’t think Sirius was much of a reader. You look up at him, your eyebrows furrowed suspiciously, “You care?” “No, not really.” You roll your eyes at him though you’re not actually upset. “So why are you here, then, Black?” 

“I come at the behest of my darling best mate.” “And what does my darling brother want now?” 

“No, not Moony, Prongs.” Your stomach tenses at this. This just went from slightly irksome to anxiety-inducing interesting. 

“Well, ‘behest’ isn’t the right word exactly. He doesn’t know about this. But I know him, and he’s never going to make a move himself, so I see it as my best-mate-duty to give a helping hand.” Your mind is racing. “Make a move”?? Is there really a possibility of your crush liking you back? Is that what Sirius is telling you? That James likes you too??

You’re probably blushing and definitely confused, so you sit there awkwardly, hoping he’ll go on without your having to say anything yet. To your relief, he does. “I have it on insider information that our dear James Potter has himself a crush.” Godric, you never thought this would actually happen. After years of pining, of getting to know him… of thinking he only saw you as Remus’s sister.

“You’re best friends with Lily, right?” Relief turns to terror. Oh no, oh no, oh no, please no. 

“Um… yeah?” “You don’t sound too sure, sweets,” he laughs. “Yeah, I am.” You know, but pretend - especially to yourself - that you don’t, “Why does that matter?” 

“I want to get her and Prongs together of course! He’s been off lately, and he won’t tell me why. He always tells me everything. So, I reckon it has to be about a girl. And I’ve caught him looking over at you lot constantly recently. I saw him and Evans chatting yesterday, and there was definitely something there.” 

You’re on the verge of tears at this point.

“You alright, Y/N? You look like you’re going to be sick.” Sirius sounds genuinely concerned, and you don’t know how to escape with a convincing excuse given there’s no way in hell you’re going to tell him the truth, especially now he’s said what he has. 

“Um, no, not really. Sorry, I, uh, I think something I ate wasn’t quite right,” you stutter lamely, clumsily collecting your things, and running up the stairs to your dorm. After the night’s cruelty, it provides you a bit of sympathy: the room is empty. You curl up on your bed, clutching your pillow, and let the tears fall.

Why did it have to be Lily?? I mean, why did it have to be anyone at all if it couldn’t be you, but your best friend? You know how brilliant she is, how could you not, and you know how brilliant he is, and well, maybe they would be a good fit. If they make each other happy, that should make you happy; you want the best for Lily, truly. 

No amount of trying to convince yourself makes the thought of them together sting any less, though, and you succumb to wallowing in your disappointment and sadness. 

You’re still crying when you here a knock at the door.

“Y/N?? You in there? Open up, please. Sirius said you were ill?” If it were anyone else, you’d pretend not be there. But it’s Remus. You’ve never hidden from each other your whole lives; besides, you need him now even if you can’t tell him why. You wipe your face as best you can as you go to the door and open it. His eyes look frantically worried, and your heart melts a little bit. You might not have the romantic love you want so desperately, but at least you have this. Not many people know what it’s like to be as loved as you are. You try to cling to that feeling as you cling to Remus, crying into his jumper, but at the moment, it’s not enough consolation to assuage your aching heart.

“What’s wrong, Y/N/N? Did something happen? You’re really worrying me,” he says stroking your back. You shake your head. “Hey, can you talk to me? Please?”

You recover yourself a bit and go sit on your bed. Remus follows. 

“It’s nothing,” you say pathetically, wiping your eyes. “Uh huh,” he replies, unconvinced. “Really, Rem. Thanks, but it’s not a big deal. I’ll sort it, really.” 

“Can’t you just tell me what it is?” “I’d rather not.” “That’s new.” He sounds genuinely surprised. “I don’t like it,” he chuckles. “We couldn’t tell each other everything forever, could we?” you smile sadly at him. 

“And why not?” You laugh together, and you feel a tiny bit better.

The thing is, you want to tell him. And you would if it weren’t his bloody best friend. You know that no matter what he said, it would make things weird for him. You keep your secret more for him than for yourself really. 

“If I tell you part of it, do you promise to let me leave it at that?” 

“That’s going to be hard.” “Reeemm,” you whine at him. “Alright, alright.” “Well, it’s… it’s about a boy.” He grimaces, and you can’t help but giggle at it. Immediately, “Who?”

“That’s the part you don’t get to know.” “Oh, come on, Y/N, that’s just not fair.” “Please, Remus. It’s just going to make things harder, and weirder, and I want a chance to just move on on my own. Trust me, yeah?” “Fine,” he answers begrudgingly. “But that still doesn’t explain why you’re so upset. If the lads and I have to plan a cruel prank on some undeserving wanker, then I have to know who it is.” 

You’re particularly amused at the idea of James being both pranker and prankee. 

“It’s nothing like that. He’s nice. That’s why I like him so much.” “Yuck.” You roll your eyes at this, and continue. 

“I just found out he likes someone else.” 

Remus’s expression is all understanding, perhaps too much so as the pitying look he gives you makes you feel worse instead of better. “It’s fine, really. That’s life; it happens; what can you do?” “Are we listing trite maxims then?” You roll your eyes again. “Just because 'that’s life' and 'it happens' and 'there’s not much you can do,'” he says with a mocky voice around your phrases, “doesn’t mean you won’t be upset. Or that that isn’t absolute shit.” He smiles sympathetically at you and wraps an arm around you. 

“Yeah,” you sniffle.

“Yeah,” he echoes. “Thanks, Rem. I kind of love you, you know?” You bump into him playfully. “I know. I’m great.” 

“Har har. Wanker.” 

“Hey!” he laughs. “It’s impressive, really, how quickly you can shift from adorable to an arsehole.” 

“Oh, whatever,” you push him off. 

He’s still chuckling when he asks you to come down to dinner with him. You take some convincing, but eventually, after your face looks a bit less cry-y, you walk down to the Great Hall. 

“Hello, lovely!” Lily calls from a few seats ahead. Remus gives you a little hug, squeezing a bit more than he normally would, and sits with his mates, between Sirius and James - annoying, gorgeous, stupid, magnetic James. You’re glad their backs are to you so they don’t notice you’ve been crying, and you hurry down to sit with Lily. 

She notices immediately. 

“What’s wrong, love? You alright?” She puts a consoling hand on your shoulder. “I’m fine, really. Just got a bit caught up in my feelings,” you say trying to end it there, laughing it off. 

“What feelings? You do know that as my best friend, you are contractually obligated to tell me all of these ‘feelings’?” She says “feelings” funny, and you’re glad to be sitting here laughing with her. Until you remember the cause of said feelings. 

“We can talk later,” you lie. You’ll figure out what to say later; you’re too exhausted now. “I just want to comfort eat now, if you don’t mind.” She still seems a bit worried but gives your shoulder a loving squeeze as she says, “‘Course,” and smiles sweetly. 

You’re finishing your dinner when you feel a tap on your shoulder. Your stomach sinks as you turn. There’s Remus… and Sirius… and the source of the tapping: James. 

“Hey, Lupin,” James says. “Evans,” he adds, nodding at Lily, and your stomach churns.

“Hi,” she says. You don’t say anything. You’re too busy picking at your fingernails, gaze down, trying to keep it together. You go to turn back around toward the table, but James’s hand on your shoulder stops you. “Hey, what’s up with you?” he asks jokingly, though it seems more than tinged in concern. 

“Nothing,” and a weak smile. “Are you feeling better?”

You feel your cheeks catch on fire. Remus wouldn’t tell his friends what you told him, right? You hadn’t told him not to, but you thought that was a given. “Yeah, little Lupin, you had me real worried there,” Sirius chimes in. Oh, right. Thank Godric. “Oh, yeah, I’m fine. Sorry for the scare.” You think that’s that, and go to turn again, but again, James gently stops you. 

“That’s good,” he says softly. You have to fight to not roll your eyes - why does he have to be so kind? and thoughtful… and caring… and pretty when he’s worried…

“Are you girls done? Want to walk back up together?” he asks. 

“Sure!” Lily answers enthusiastically before you have a chance to lie and say you aren’t finished. For a moment, it crosses your mind that maybe she does because she likes him too, and your misery returns in full force. 

You say nothing on the walk back up to the tower, and you want to go straight to your room when you get there, but Lily links arms with you and drags you to the sofa before you manage it. She’s sitting on the edge, leaning over chatting to Mary and Marlene on the next sofa, you in the middle, sulking. Remus is reading on the single chair, occasionally glancing up at you, the constant, loving worrier he is. Sirius and James are playing exploding snap just in front of you. You notice Remus’s glances, but you don’t notice James’s. 

As the game ends, Sirius claiming loudly he got cheated, James just laughs, shoves him, and comes to sit next to you. 

“What do you think, Lupin? Best exploding snap player you’ve ever seen, eh?” he jokes, his eyebrow rising. Ugh, he’s funny, too. 

“You could go pro if you wanted,” you play along, exaggeratedly impressed. 

“Oh, I’ve considered it, yeah. You know, if quidditch doesn’t work out.” “You have a better chance at exploding snap,” you tease. “Ouch!” he laughs. “You say nothing all night, and when you do, I get this cruel treatment?” 

You’re surprised he noticed and don’t know what to say. “Seriously, though,” he’s speaking much more softly now. “You okay?” He pauses, biting his bottom lip as if considering something, before continuing, “You seem sad. I know you told Sirius you were sick, but I don’t think that’s true.” 

You panic at the tenderness, at his observant attentiveness, and opt for comedic relief. “You calling me a liar, Potter?” 

He chuckles, rolling his eyes at you, but keeps on. “No, of course not. I’m just saying that, well, you can talk to me. If you ever need to… or just want to, I guess… I mean, just because I’m your brother’s best mate doesn’t mean we can’t be friends, right?” 

Friends. Ouch. You want to cry all over again, the proximity and kindness conflicting too much with the idea that he just wants to be friends, or worse, be friendlier with you just to spend more time with Lily too. 

“We are friends,” you reply. “Yeah? Great,” he smiles. Your heart aches.

“Yeah,” you whisper.

“So you’re okay?” he whispers too. “I’m okay,” you lie. 

“C’mon, Prongs! I need my rematch!” Sirius pulls him off the couch, demanding another game. 

The next few days go by gloomily but normally, and before you know it, it’s the weekend. And not just any weekend, a Hogsmeade one. You, your brother, and all your friends are strolling down the lovely, snow-covered lanes. Usually, you’d be especially happy now. You loved Hogsmeade, especially in the cold snowy months, but you still hadn’t been completely yourself since your emotional let down. 

You’re walking next to Remus, James animatedly talking to him on his other side. You feel invisible. Despite James’s kind words the other night, you can’t help but feel like your brother might as well be an invisibility cloak when you stand next to him. It’s like James just sees Remus; his sister is an afterthought.

You love Hogsmeade trips with your friends, but in your current emotional state, you’d rather be alone, so you subtly break off from the group and go into the nearest shop. It’s filled with magical toys and trinkets, and looking around helps cheer you up a bit. You’re browsing when you see a quidditch-themed exploding snap deck. You roll your eyes at the sky, giving the universe snark for not giving you a moment of peace of mind. Then you grab the deck and head over to the counter.

You’re walking slowly down the street, peering through shop windows, enjoying the cool breeze, when you hear your name called out. You turn to see James jogging toward you. “Where’d you go?” he asks friendly, falling into step with you, his shoulder bumping yours.

“Oh, just wandered off.” “Yeah, I noticed,” he laughs. “I didn’t realize my story was so boring.” 

“Oh, I, no, it wasn’t, I was just, you know,” you mutter, mortified. “I’m kidding, Lupin, relax,” he smiles. 

You smile back though you’re sure you’re blushing. You can blame the cold. 

“That freaks me out a bit,” he says. “What does?” “You and Remus have the exact same smile.” You’ve heard this before. “So it freaks me out that I think yours is so beautiful.” You’ve not heard this before.

You laugh lamely and offer up a weak but heartfelt “thanks.” He just nods. 

Your hands are cold, so you bury them in your pockets, and you’re met with your recent purchase. “Oh,” you start. “I have something for you.” 

“You do?” he sounds unreasonably surprised. “Yeah, just a little thing. Don’t get too excited,” you deflate. You pull the deck out and hand it to him. “This way you still get to think about quidditch while practicing for a more promising career path,” you joke. He doesn’t laugh, though. He looks awed. You don’t know what else to say and are starting to worry you did something awkward. 

He’s looking at the deck in his hand rather than at you when he says, “I really like you.”

You pause. You try to read his expression but struggle with his gaze down like this. “I really like you too,” you respond lightly. He looks up. Standing still, looking at you, he asks, “As your brother’s best friend? Like another brother?” he looks hurt at the word “brother.”

“No.” Honest, without revealing too much. “No?” He steps closer to you. “So if I were to tell you that I really want to kiss you right now…” His empty hand comes up to your cheek, caressing you softly. You smile brighter than you have in several days, much longer probably. He beams back at you in response and closes the gap between you. 

You pull back, and his eyes widen, but when you complain, “You lot already went to the Three Broomsticks? Don’t deny it - you taste like butter beer! We always do that last - I can’t believe you didn’t wait for me!” he laughs a deep laugh, wraps his arm around you, and pulls you close, kissing you harder this time. 

“I’ll buy you two to make up for it,” he says between kisses. He deepens the kiss, gently pushing his tongue against yours. You like the taste of butter beer; you love the taste of James Potter. 

“Bloody hell!” you hear from nearby. Sirius looks like his face can’t make up its mind between surprise, excitement, and confusion. “It was Lupin?! I thought it was Evans!” “You thought what was Evans?” James asks, looking perplexed, his arms still around you. “I thought you fancied Evans!” 

“Why?” The complete confusion and utter sincerity lift a huge weight from you, and you giggle. 

“Dunno, actually. Because I’m a bit of an idiot sometimes, it seems,” Sirius shrugs, seemingly already moving on from the situation. Which is more than could be said of Remus, who is standing stiff with his face blank staring at you. 

“It was James?” he asks, looking slightly disgusted. 

“You didn’t think it was Evans, too, did you?” You joke. 

Lily chimes in from beside Remus, “We would make a really good couple, Y/N.”

“Oi, Evans!” James scolds. “I’m not going to say you wouldn’t because you obviously would, but I’m trying my chances here, thank you very much.” Everyone but Remus bursts into laughter. 

“You might want to look away, Rem,” you say. “I don’t want to upset you, but I’m about to kiss your best friend again.” 

Remus groans and walks away, but you’re already too busy to notice.

[acid-ixx]

Hey hey, you don’t have to answer this ask but truly your works has been so comforting to me in my worst moments with how you write loneliness. I apologize, I should had shown my appreciation earlier as the way you write isolation brought me relief in the understanding of it from a deeper level.

Sure, while there is an occasional joy of reading something where you, the reader instantly gets the love you always crave for… Unfortunately it is never that perfect or at all realistic, sure when people think of touch-starved you think of the desperate and all encompassing one where one is filled with warmth but never about the opposite where you are so touch-starved it floods your guts with nausea at the sudden abundance of it. And you, you! You write that perfectly, I cared about your reader, I was able to cry, I was able to express anger and pace around the room at how well you structure your works. And I wasn’t even a fan of Batfam or indulge deeply into any Batman related media until your fics came across my dash and I was ever so curious to find a nicely written gift basically.

Although I am not as skilled at the pen as you, I feel I should exchange some other things I saved of writers’ words that too gave me some comfort as well in hopes you do as well.

Thank you dedicating your time to write such intimate loneliness, I do truly appreciate and found solace in the best and worst of your reader struggling to accept the nuances of love. The absence and over abundance of love can truly drive all humans to be the worst version of themselves in order to find stability.

No need to post another fic and while I do enjoy them, you can always write about other stuff. Do a Q&A; what inspires you, what are your interests outside of this blog, and etc. Reblog other blogs, make characterization or silly posts, share other things you love at your own will. You, at the end of the day is your greatest priority, no need to demean yourself because you know yourself the best. Thank you and sorry for rambling!

did u know i teared up when i read this ? idk why i did but maybe it's the fact that my writing is meant to primarily comfort myself, it's the things i write whenever i feel absolutely terrible and to see how it genuinely comforts others made me a bit emotional. tysm for your kind words 🥹 but at the same time there's no need to apologize! nobody is obligated to repost or comment on my works really, i just appreciate it when people do since it counts as a way to inspire me and this one genuinely did.

and yes, i love to write about loneliness and abandonment and all those negative emotions purely because it's my medium of ranting about the neglect i went through as a child, it's kind of like my own therapy hehe. u alongside the others love my portrayal of my mc so much it makes my heart go doki doki istg 🎀

also, the poems you sent me made me very emotional too, because i love poems and the symbolic meanings behind them and both pictures just ignited that dying flame i have to insert a poem for chapter 4 of a&a. i love the first poem about the struggles of finding love through your parents and eventually moving on and building a future for yourself and the second one desiring tenderness in the simplest of intimate moments just made my touch starved self ache.

and tysm too for you, alongside many others, reminding me to write for myself because i truly am! it's all just been so tiring seeing a notification and thinking it must've been some input about my writing only to find out it's people asking when or if i'm going to update soon that makes me start to think writing is an obligation, but i'm really trying my best and i feel excited doing a 4k follower special 🩷

[hope-drunk]

hi stella!! can you write something about abby and a sad reader, please? im not feeling very well and the a lack in abby comfort which makes me even sadder :(

i am Also not having a good day. hope u feel better anon and hope this helps a lil. lots of dialogue in this oops

there was too much going through your brain to focus on the project in front of you. you genuinely could not focus on the task at hand because you just felt so shitty. it felt like everything that you did went wrong, and no matter what you do, it was always going to go wrong.

you sigh and throw your head back, rubbing your temples before deciding to place it on the desk in front of you. you wanted to sleep, or not even sleep, you just wanted to lay down. you wanted the day to be done.

abby opens the door to your shared room. when she sees you, head down and supplies splayed around you, she immediately knows something is wrong.

she tries to stay calm; hoping not to startle you, but she can’t help how fast her legs rush over to you.

she rubs a comforting hand on your back and you sit up, embarrassed to have been caught like this.

“hey, pretty.” abby says, voice low & soothing. it sends a wave of relief through you, she has that affect.

“hi,” you reply back, already biting back the tears that threaten to fall.

you didn’t want to be upset; especially not in front of abby. it seemed like she was always fine, she just took things at face value. now that you think of it, you’ve never even seen her cry.

“just hi? wanna tell me what’s wrong, baby? can tell you’re not feeling the best.”

you can’t stop the sob that escapes you, you reach for her neck and she scoops you up, no questions asked. she walks you over to the bed and sits down, keeping you in her lap.

“my poor girl. what happened, huh?” she says.

when you push your head out of the crook of her neck she frowns, brushing away the tears that stick on your cheeks.

“i don’t know. just don’t wanna do any of it, just want to lay down. i feel done with it all.” your voice cracks as you admit this. you’re not supposed to feel like this. you’re not supposed to feel upset like this, over something so small.

abby inhales, letting your words turn over in her head. “that’s alright, we all feel like that sometimes. it’s a lot to do all this; especially what you do.”

“says you,” you say, laughing a bit, which makes abby smile. “you do twenty times what i do and you don’t say a thing.”

“that doesn’t mean i don’t feel that way though. i get fed up with work. there’s days i don’t want to do anything at all. everyone feels it, it’s normal.”

“you don’t show it. it’s embarrassing.”

“i like that you show it. i want you to keep showing it, so i can be here for you, and i can do my best to make it feel better. i’m always here for you, yeah?”

you nod your head and inch it back to the crook of her neck, settling it there.

“thanks, abs.” you say, trying not to cry again at the words of reassurance she’s given to you.

“always, sweetheart.”

[skyes-sunset]

Percy Jackson Review/My Thoughts

SPOILERS FOR THE PERCY JACKSON SHOW AND BOOK SERIES!!!!! READ WITH YOUR OWN CAUTION!!!

I Accidentally Vaporized My Pre-Algebra Teacher

The opening scene is absolutely perfect. 10/10 Uncle Rick.

Please, please, please, pleeaaassseee tell me the Pegasus on the rooftop was Blackjack. I am begging.

Sally told Percy, "Not everyone who looks like a hero is a hero. And not everyone who looks like a monster is a monster," foreshadowing to Medusa.

Gabe is more of comic relief and I'm not sure how I feel about it.

Sally Jackson listening to Logical by Olivia Rodrigo is the best because 1. I love that song and 2. she's listening to it in the rain.

d'Angelos sandwich shoppe?? Like Nico di Angelo? Please, please, please, please, please.

"You fell in love with God? Like Jesus??!" crying laughing. "A God..." followed by Sally sloppily trying to tell Percy he's a half-blood

No, mom, I'm not a God's kid there's something wrong with my brain. OMG I didn't know whether to laugh or cry in this scene.

"Grover, why is there half a goat in your PANTS?!?!" "So the important thing is not to panic."

"Is that the (voice crack) Minotaur??" Oh my, Walker you are perfect.

"I'm actually 24.." This had me rooollling.

Sally is already badass and I can't wait for The Last Olympian when Mama Jackson is shooting monsters with a GUN.

Grover swearing to Sally that Percy would be safe made me sad but it would have been 100000x worse if he swore on Styx.

"You are not broken, you are a miracle, and you are my son. Hold fast Percy."

Sally evaporating into dust hurt watching a lot more than reading, and

OMG OMG OMG baby Percy holding riptide and it glowing and my heart is crying I can't tell if it's tears of pain of joy but my heart and my eyes are crying.

"He's the one." "Hush, Annabeth." I was hoping to see her but we don't see her yet lmao

The end credits scene looks a lot like the same illustration for the covers of the paperback books.

When I saw this ep was only a half hour I was genuinely disappointed.

Dior's acting in this and her emotion when Clarisse's spear broke is perfection.

Never picked up on Annabeth calling Percy Sunshine

2. I Become Supreme Lord of the Bathroom

My first thought: scary lightning and delirious Percy.

My second thought: "You drool in your sleep," Annabeth said, arms crossed and glaring at Percy while Percy is confused.

My third thought: this is the scene in the books where Percy notices Annabeth looks like an actual Princess lmao.

Camp Half-Blood t-shirt!!! I want one and it looks soooo cooollll

PETER JOHNSON !!!

Dionysus and Percy already getting into it lmao

Dionysus is funny.

"Actually, I think I can, son." "Dad?!?!"

Chiron is sooo tall I never realized how tall a centaur is.

Chiron telling Percy he isn't his son is the funniest thing.

But imagine Mr. D doing that to all the kids lmfao

I love the waterfall that is shown

I want to see the strawberry fields...

Never surrender riptide, Percy. Never

12 cabins for 12 Olympians (for now; the Gods banished Zues and he doesn't have a cabin which is completely unfair. And only a few would be occupied. Zeus, Hera, Poseidon, and Artemis are empty).

OMG Luke I hate that you're going to betray Percy like thatttt

Who tf is the wood nymph Grover talks to? And will she be the one to introduce us to Juniper?

Introduced to the Cloven Council early and we find out about Sally Jackson really early.

"I don't want to lie to him anymore," and we love you for it Grover. You are a schmol bean too pure for this world.

Luke comforting Percy

Percy already wanting to Gods to pay their child support is the best thing in the world.

Clarisse is so pretty and I love her.

Percy not being able to be good at archery is a great detail from the books.

I can't tell if I'm more in love with Luke, with his morally greyb self, or Chris Rordiguez because Damn he's fine.

Percy praying to his mom :'(

"He can ignore me but he doesn't get to ignore you."

The Ares kids are so mean and then they got their butts kicked by Karma lol

Clarisse def knew that he was a Poseidon kid or that she was gonna kill him.

I love Annabeth and how Luke is always on her side.

The Yankees cap !!!!

Literal war between red and blue lmao

Luke saying "When it's time, he's gonna be ready. I know it," immediately followed by Percy flossing, peeing, petting a lizard, and laying doing nothing is the absolute best.

Percy being naturally good at sword-fighting is the best.

Dior's acting when Percy breaks Clarisse's spear is great and Walker said in an interview that when the camera pans back to him he was actually scared.

Annabeth: Offers Percy her hand. "Listen, Percy... I'm sorry." And then him immediately being claimed

This is a change from the books because she didn't know who his father was and wanted him to be a Zeus kids.

Everyone else: OMG you're Poseidon's kids.

Percy: I'm Sally Jackson's kid, actually mf

"I am Sally Jackson's son!"

Percy immediately going from "good luck finding three idiots to complete this quest" to "When do we leave."

3. We Visit the Garden Gnome Emporium

Walker's voice cracks are so adorable.

Am I the only one who was confused when Gabe showed up as the Oracle???

I love that Percy immediately chose Annabeth bcuz "I don't see us ever being friends"

Grover talking to a Pegasus is the best thing ever.

Why does Poseidon's cabin have a pool in the middle of the floor? Seems like a hazard in the middle of the night.

Yayy, Golden Drachmas.

And the shoes, curse those converses.

We actually get to see Luke's scar in this ep and i feel like in the books it seems a lot more... seen rather than just a thin line.

Thalia's treee

I hate that Grover often talks about himself in third person when he's not proud of something.

"Does she think she's in charge?" "Who else would be in charge?" Smart answer, Grover. Smart answer.

And we all already hate zeus

CONSENSUS SONG!!!!!!

"I really hate to be the tie breaker" lmao

Annabeth getting all the snacks.

And then immediately noticing a fury is how we all knew she was Athena's kid before we were even told.

Yayy, Alecto is back. And she went after Annabeth? Not Annabeth, Luke, and Thalia?

Annabeth's knife hits another Fury in the chest and dies.

I love Jessica Parker Kennedy's Medusa. she's both flawed and the victim and I couldn't decide whether to hate her or root for her. Like I love her outfit.

I would eat the hell out of the cupcakes lmao.

"Do you think it's safe to eat?" "Percy, I'm not gonna lie to you I'm really hungry and I'm willing to take that chance." Grover, I stan you.

I absolutely worship Medusa's story. It's so sad. And while she is telling the story, if you focus on her hair, you can see the snakes moving on her head.

Oh, Percy, my sweet, sweet boy. Of course you would help. Future wifie is like "Uhm, no. We need to leave."

I love the color of Medusa's eyes

Ohhh, these pre-pubescent kids fighting and making up is adorable <3

"They will see this as impertinent." "I am impertinent," another quote from the book.

Percy singing consensus is everything.

Min Manuel-Miranda is Hermes!!!! I love that man. "You guys are not gonna believe this."

4. I Plunge to My Death

This episode caused the most of my tears

Baby Percy is sooo cute I swear he is my life. I love the flashbacks. Except when they turn bad like this

Annabeth's story is identical to the books from what I remember

We find out Grover's interest in Pan a lot earlier than in the books. We don't see that until at least book 3.

We get to see the echidna. I really wanted it to be the Chimera to look like a poodle.

I hate Athena because she sent the echinda into her temple because annabeth "embarassed" her. Like really? Worst mother of the year.

Percy looking deathly ill breaks my heart.

Grover is literally me when I don't get enough sleep LMAO

The start of Percabeth's bickering and joking!!!

"It's like you need me to make fun of you."

The Policeman looks familiar.

Annabeth looking legit offended when she was called a little girl

The male police officer is played by Alessandro Juliani who plays Sinclair in the 100 on the Cw, another great show 9/10, highly reccommend

Percy and Annabeth bonding over Grover and their parents is adorable.

"careful I think you were about to call me a friend." more bickering and joking

Percy pulling a reverse uno card lmao

The fight with the chimera was terrifying but so worth it. Also why do you out my bby boi through this torture Uncle Rick???

Also the naiad?? what was with that? Why can't Posei-don't-wanna-pay-my-child-support just face Percy himself. That's gonna be a fucking emotional scene.

5. A God Buys Us Cheeseburgers

Percy climbed over the rail and was like : Hi :D

Thought Annabeth was gonna punch him not hug him but my percabeth heart was a puddle of fluff.

OOH. What's in Santa Monica?

Our baby is a fugitive.

Our three babies hiding behind the cement block from Ares: No we're good, thanks :D

Percy freaking out bc he thought Annabeth was freaking out she hugged him.

In the books Grover was always on Percy's side, but I love seeing him not choosing.

Ares is not as terrifying as I thought he was in the books lmao

"That's my cousin?" Percy said it with such disgust in his voice lmao.

Ares and his Twitter fights lol

Annabeth is fearless. I love it

Ares and Percy immediately having beef is the funniest thing because (in bellatrix voice) I KNOW WHATS GONNA HAPPEN! I KNOW WHATS GONNA HAPPEN! I KNO-

First use of Celestial Bronze!!

Annie geeking out over the mechanisms after trying to make a joke lol

WHAT IS LOVE? BABY DON'T HURT ME, DON'T HURT ME. nO MORE!!

Hephaestus was not at all ugly like Rick made him in the books. Or like Greek mythology made him.

The whole Tunnel scene was beautiful and sad and I love it

Grover and his psychological gaslighting is my world

"Percy stand up, I mean it!" and then him repeatedly saying he was ok broke my fragile heart.

Annabeth "I'm not leaving for my friend" is my favorite Annabeth.

Annabeth just likes to tell off Gods. Go off Queen!!

Percy likes to fight Gods lmao

"So thank you for the emotional abuse and the cheeseburgers."

6. We Take a Zebra to Vegas

Have seen TikToks where Nico and Bianca's names are called out and I will keep an eye and an ear out for it.

Why did they have to make Hermes an obstacle? He wasn't at the Lotus in the books!

Kronos is kinda creepy ngl

Iris message to Luke! In Chiron's office??

"Toss it, Seaweed Brain!" EEEKK

"How do you know" Luke had a Panic attack.

"When did you turn into an old married couple?"' Luke is the best and the worst.

Grover is the empathetic one, poor animals.

I wish we got the scene where Percy talked to the Zebra like in the book.

WISE GIRL !!!!!!!!

The satyr Agustus was not in the books. I actually think he was in the Cloven of Elders in the 4th book.

12:37 we hear Nico calling Bianca's name, faintly in the background so the tv has to be on full or almost full blast.

Lotus nectar in the air??

Hermes playing Blackjack?

"Hey, demigods! Welcome!"

Hermes eyebrows arch makes Lin Manuel look so evil.

"We're friends of Luke's!" and it looked like Hermes was gonna help but nooooooo!

Percy is so proud of his wifey for pick-pocketing Hermes

"Man, Grover got really old. How long have we been here?" hahahaha

"To the Dumb Kids" Damn, Hermes that hurts.

I love that since Grover is 24 they think he's qualified to dribve.

Percy driving is the best thing. I don't know anything about driving or New York or driving in New York but I do know about road rage and Percy hitting the horn after almost getting t-boned.

Percy finding out that they were actually late for the summer solstice was sad. Like he was freaking out.

"save the world. And then save your mother."

7. We Find Out the Truth, Sort of.

Underworld time!!!

Okay, but what the hell happened between the ending of the last ep and the beginning of this one??

Crusty is dead.

"You've got dad's eyes," reminds me of "You look exactly like James. Except your eyes. You've got your mother's eyes."

"It's either the realm of the dead or someone left a carton of milk in there in the 1990s.' LMAO

I wish the demigods' ADHD and dyslexia was more openly discussed.

I love Cerberus

Poor Grover. Loosing his pearl

I want to see Annabeth flashbacks

Seeing the flashbacks are so, so sad.

I will forever be in awe of Hades's Palace.

What were the regrets that Annabeth had to get her bound to Asphodel? I think it has something to do with her dad and step mom. Or Thalia.

"I trust your dad" says a lot coming from Annabeth because in the books, she hated Poseidon at first.

Why is there sand by Tartarus?

(Sarcastic gasp) Percy had the bolt? No way.

"Is this--?" "NO!" "This looks" "It absolutely is NoT!!" Grover my precious angel.

Another flashback. Poor Percy doesn't understand the situation and poor Sally can't tell him.

I love Hades. He's perfect and fruity and I can't wait to see him interact with Nico.

Poor Hades just wants his helm!

And Percy had decided to think without the wifey and decided to get Hades helm after figuring out Kronos was behind everything. And Grover is so insulted at being called a goat lmao

POSEIDON!!!

I want to know the science/mythology behind how Sally conjured Poseidon and why she put a match in an empty milkshake to do it.

We actually see how much Poseidon loved and cared about Sally.

What happened between when he was 7/8 to 12 that made Sally not want to drop him off at camp like she had discussed with Poseidon?? She wanted to, to keep him safe but then it seems like Poseidon talked her out of it?

Sally believes in Percy so much even from such a young age.

Ares with the sword and the final scene.

8. The Prophecy Comes True.

Dramatic instrumental music and Luke talking in the intro?? Yes pleaSe!

And then flashback to Luke training Percy.

Ares laughing at Percy when he offers to spar with him is the funniest thing because he's about to get his ass kicked!!

Did Ares work with Kronos in the book? I can't remember.

"when you die, say goodbye to your mommy for me" Low blow Ares!!!

Go Percy!! Fight with water! And Ares is pissed. Even more!

Riptide and Percy in one corner, Ares and another celestial bronze sword in another. And Percy wins!! By a mudslide! LMAO

I thought Alecto died? When she was turned to stone??

Alecto saying "Good luck on Olympus," is scary. Like hella scary.

Percy calling Zeus a monster is so, so, so fucking fitting like I swear.

We get to see Annabeth's dad's college ring!!! On her camp necklace! That she gave to Percy.

"I'm here to see Zeus. I don't have an appointment."

My roommate is watching this ep with me and when Luke said "You don't want to be small and scary" she said "like spiders! :D" he said "cus things that are small and scary get squished" we both laughed out loud.

RIP Lance Reddick but Zeus is an absolute DICK

and scary (said in meek voice)

Poseidon fighting Zeus is amazing!!!!!

Zeus: "He's a forbidden child"

Poseidon: "So was Thalia"

Me: "What about your Roman form Jupiter with JASON GRACE!!!!"

I squealed and clapped my hands

I wanted to see who they cast as Athena

Like will she be white or black?

Percy and daddy bonding over Sally has my hearts in pieces.

"Do you ever dream about mom?"

Percy run away from Luke! He will hurt you!

Why is Luke crying???

We get to see Backbiter!!!!

ANNABETH WAS THERE?????!!!!

"I heard everything!"

OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG

Percy got his first bead!!!

The third seaweed brain!

Percy calling Kronos grandpa is freaky

And Sally saying no absolutely fucking not

And Sally seeing right through Percy's bullshit lies

Sally is divorcing Gabe!! He is turned to stone LMAO

How long until season 2????

[kelin-is-writing]

hi I don't have anything horny I'm just imagining soft dabi on early mornings.....he lays there, holding you in his arms. he's half asleep, but forces his eyes open to be able to spend this time just holding you, with nothing to do. no responsibilities yet. the suns barely up so the world hasn't started and all he wants is to be here with you

he tells you things he's too scared to say when he's awake. Like how much he loves you, and how much he's scared of that. He traces your side with his hand and tells you how beautiful you are.

And maybe secretly he's hoping that..... One of these days you can hear him, that you're actually awake. He needs you to know how much you mean to him but he's so scared. So for now he'll just hold you, and talk to you while you're sleeping, hoping it seeps into your brain that way.

-🎃

look— no– listen!!!! why you gotta make me cry this way?? i just woke up and was still processing where the hell i am, then find this in my inbox like—

no, because why i felt relief and reassurance but also melancholy and sadness wash all over me??

you had no business making me weak this early in the morning, ohmygod– i might actually end up crying because of how much i love this man.

BUT THEN, imagine when you wake up after he leaves feeling his warm arms still around you and you keep earing inside your brain words that you (think) have never heard him say? you’re super confused, but also somehow reassured and there’s this little pang in your chest, then you miss him, feel like crying and want to see dabi, out of nowhere.

throughout the whole day there’s this sad feeling inside you that doesn’t let you focus on anything, until you get out of work and rush home hoping he’s there, waiting for and welcoming you.

once at home you see that he indeed is and suddenly your feelings start to pour out in form of tears under his confused gaze; poor boy is genuinely worried that you got hurt or somebody did something you and is ready to burn down whoever dared to lay a finger on you, but when you hug him begging for him to stay there with you dabi is even more dumbfounded.

his strong arms surround your waist and he holds you close to his chest petting your hair tenderly “i’m not going anywhere baby”, dabi keeps reassuring you while placing his lips on top of your head, eyes closed as his feelings for you only keep growing after this and he realizes for good that there’s no way back from them anymore now.

[minijenn]

The wind was strong, and the ground seemed unreachable. Finally, however, someone opened their eyes…

“What?” Connie asked, finally regaining her conscience. The last thing she remembered was being a part of Stonipbel, and falling off the… 

“What?!” she asked again, this time much more nervously, noticing that they all were falling into the ground’s direction. 

“Guys, we are falling!” the swordswoman shouted, trying to warn her friends. However, she got no response.

“Guys?!” she called out worriedly for them. It was only then that she noticed that they were all ahead of her, each one getting closer and closer to their imminent end.

She noticed that Steven was the one who was closest to her. She did her best to reach out for him. 

“Steven!” she shouted out of worrying, holding his hand. 

“I didn’t want to hurt anyone! I am sorry!” Steven bawled, impacted from just facing all of his most recent traumas. 

“None of them would let me help them, I had no choice” he continued, feeling like he failed the thing he was best at: helping others. 

“It’s okay” Connie tried to reassure him.

“No, it’s not!” the gem boy replied. 

“But it’s okay to think about it. There is nothing else you could have done” the swordswoman didn’t give up. She may not have been there on a lot of important moments of her friends, but she knew that, whatever the three did, was an attempt to make things right.

“Don’t wanna feel this way” Steven explained. 

“You have too! You have to be honest about how bad it feels so you can move on” Connie advised him. The gem boy still seemed reluctant. 

“That’s how it was for me” she completed,  showing that she was already on his place. It seemed like he still had his own doubts about it…

“Okay…” he agreed, finally read to fuse once again. They joined their foreheads, forming Stevonnie. 1 was saved, 2 to go. 

However, now that they were fused, their surroundings were reflecting their mental state. A shade of orange covered the place, and the butterflies returned.

They were making it hard for Stevonnie to see anything below them… until they finally managed to find their next friend. 

“Mabel!” they screamed, running into her direction. They put their arms around her as a way to comfort the sweater girl. 

“Mabel, are you okay?” Stevonnie asked, noticing the tears on her eyes. 

“I am an awful person!” Mabel cried loudly, drowning in guilt. The fusion was confused. 

“What?! No, you are not” Stevonnie reassured them. But, their friend kept crying. 

“I AM! I knew you two had something going on, and my silly dumb heart still managed to crush after Steven! I am the worst!” the girl in the sweater wailed.

The fusion put their hands on Mabel’s head so that they could look at each other from eye to eye. 

“Mabel, you are not awful for that. Feelings are uncontrollable. We know you didn’t mean any harm” the fusion calmed her down. 

“We went through so much during this summer. It’s not that the reason we will fall apart” Stevonnie stated with a smile. Mabel seemed genuinely moved by their words. 

The sweater girl nodded, and they all fused into Mabonnven. Now, the orange background became a shade of red. The butterflies amount increased and it was getting hard for them to see anything. 

“Gotta find Dipper quickly” Mabonnven affirmed, desperately looking around for the missing Mystery Kid. The crimson hue around them and the butterflies made them feel like they were trapped in a maze. Fortunately, they managed to find the pine boy on the corner. 

“DIPPER!” they exclaimed, feeling a mixture of worry and relief to find him. They hugged him to calm him down. 

“It’s okay, we are here now” Mabonnven said, on a very parental tone. It seemed like it didn’t work. 

“He will never leave us alone!” Dipper shouted. The three-eyed fusion seemed confused. 

“Bill always has the upper hand. I though that, maybe after defeating him during that sock opera, things would have turned out well, but, NO! He fused with Peridot, took our journal… and… and…” the pine boy was panicking terrified of what was happening. 

This time, it wouldn’t be as easy as before. Bill was still around, and, they couldn’t make any new promises. 

“Dipper, we are just as scared of Bill as you are. And we have no idea if we will ever beat him or if he will ever stop hurting us” Mabonnven cried, still impacted by what Bill did to all of them. 

“But, I know for sure that, as long as we have each other, everything will be okay! We faced Bipper together. We faced Pyrite together. And we managed to get our memories back together too! There is nothing the four of us can’t do” the three-eyed fusion spoke. 

Dipper stopped crying, but he still didn’t seem that fine. 

“As long as we stick together, Bill will never be able of getting rid of us” Mabonnven affirmed, confident in themselves. Dipper finally seemed ready to continue. 

The fusion light appeared once again and Stonipbel was back into action. But, this time, things were even scarier. The red’s around them got so dark, that it seemed like black, and the butterflies were enough to appear as hurricane clouds. 

“Good thoughts! Good thoughts! Good thoughts!” Stonipbel repeated continuously, trying to get out of that situation. However, someone took advantage of that situation. 

“Well, well, well. Mystery Twerp. It took quite long to finally meet ya” that cursed yellow triangle’s voice haunted the place. 

“You! What are you doing here!” Stonipbel questioned, feeling nothing but hatred for the source of all their headaches. Bill giggled. 

“Isn’t it obvious? I am excited to see four little annoying birds getting hit by one big stone” he teased, with a humor as acid as always. 

The fourway-fusion snapped. 

“Shut up…” they hissed. Their skin started to slowly turn pink, and their eyes changed shapes. 

“What?” the triangle inquired, not listening what the fusion had said. 

“Shut up! You may always have the advantage with your tricks and your lies. But, you know what, Bill? As long as we are together, you will never… WIN!” Stonipbel shouted, unleashing a powerful pink aura and Bill’s direction. 

The triangle was taken aback by that. He started to have cracks all over his body… 

“Wh..3t[s 7hat//// M8s73ry T####” the triangle started to glitch, before disappearing in thin air. Not only him, but the dark red aura and the butterflies too. The fusion sighed in relief, until they remember what was under them. 

“Yikes!” they exclaimed in worry. They nervously shook their feet in an attempt to float.

As they were about to get squashed into the dirt, they managed to activate their powers and land peacefully. 

They started to laugh brightly, content with the victory they had today. Of course, they still had a long way to go, and some of their problems would never go away, but, none of that mattered now, because… 

“I am here…” the fusion stated, as they used their four eyes to look at the beautiful clouds in the sky. 

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Author’s Note: So, I really wanted to attempt to write my own version of Mindful Education. In my head, at least, the final scene with Steven and Connie falling would involve Connie reaching one by one of her friends, and forming their fusions to end up back as Stonipbel. And, since we had Pink Stepper in RMD, I saw no reason to not put Pink Stonipbel in Mindful Education.

Anyway, this is more a “What if” than anything. I am sure you will come up with something better.

I might also write in the future something about the first time Bill and Rose fuse, (yeah, I like to write about Bill. First, Bill with White, then Bill with Pearl on Pearl’s Lament, and now, Bill with Stonipbel. 

Hope you liked it and BYE!

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OH I LOVED THIS! THE IDEA OF CONNIE BEING THE ONE TO KICK THINGS OFF AND THE FUSION BUILDING UNTIL THEY’RE ALL BACK TOGETHER AGAIN??? THAT’S BRILLIANT IMO I LOVE THAT GREAT JOB!!! 

[monsterpromxreaderforthesoul]

Realizing your trans while dating them (Ftm, will post Mtf later)

TW//slight mention of pregnancy (in a semi light hearted matter), crying, implied sexual content

Liam

baby boy is so so so supportive…in his own weird way. You tell him while he’s at your apartment for a study session it went a little something like this

“Hey..liam? i have something to tell you…”

he looks up from his book from above the rim of his glasses at you before noticing your pained expression and transferring his face into one as well before quickly shutting the book and sitting up to pay attention to you.

“What’s wrong…? You look upset.”

“Liam I realized something about myself, well more like i’ve come to grasp with something i’ve always known…”

he now looks Puzzled, what could you possible mean by that?

“I don’t Feel Right in my body…something is wrong with me where i am now. I don’t Feel Like a girl. And i totally understand if that’s a deal breaker for you and you want to break up with me.”

your eyes start to tear up and your composure breaks and you start to cry in your hands but before you can let out a genuine sob liam has wrapped his arms around you and you gasp from the sudden contact and you go to look up at him and he is smiling at you.

“Why on earth would i do a silly thing like that? You know i’m Bisexual right?”

He pulled away from you with a smirk on his face

“Besides the whole idea of Gender conformity and What a person can be is So mainstream”

You rolled your eyes playfully at your boyfriend, you couldn’t be happier at this outcome

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Daimen

He literally has gay dads, he’s so supportive of LGBTQIA+ people it’s frightening. Like you don’t expect this kind of proud and Kind nature from DAIMEN of all people.

“Hey babe..? i have something to tell you…”

you said fidgeting with your fingers

“He looked at how nervous and Somewhat pained your expression was and he got nervous”

“Oh fuck, what’s wrong?? Don’t tell me your pregnant. I’m not ready to be a dad yet!”

“NO IM NOT PREGNANT YOU IDIOT!! we use a condom every time anyway, where’d you think it’d come from?”

“I dunno, like a freak accident or something”

“Well no, i’m not pregnant but this is still serious”

“What’s wrong then…?”

“Well, I don’t feel like a girl anymore… to be honest i don’t think i ever did”

His posture seems to relax and he sighs of relief

“That’s it? I thought something was wrong you scared the shut out of me”

“Wha- But arent you straight?”

“HAH- That’s funny babe. I’m attracted to you regardless of your gender. I think your awesome and i love being around you”

“Awww thanks Babe!~”

he then opens the window and shouts out to the world

“WHOOOOOO!!! I HAVE A BOYFRIENDDDD!!”

and you both know that somewhere in hell daimens dads are smiling

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Calculestor

You told him at Camp Spooky when you were walking in the woods back from the meteor shower you had just watched together 

“Hey Cal..? Can we Talk?”

“Of course romantic partner Y/N!' what do you wish converse about?”

“Well What do you know about Gender Identity?”

“Ah in My hard drive i have memories of talking with Friend Milo about that topic. They mentioned that they are in fact a ‘non-binary’ and in Fact use they/them pronouns, After that i conducted a data search on the web and found out there was a plethora of others and labels for people who have a different perception of self from their biological sex. Why do you ask?”

“well i believe im somewhere on that spectrum you just mentioned..”

“oh my, Are you saying that you are transgender?”

“Yes i am…are you okay with that?”

“Of course! I am attracted to you romantically regardless of your biological sex, you have done that for me being that i have no Sexual reproductive parts. So of course i see no issue, what would you like me to refer to you as?”

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Scott

You told him in a motel on the road-trip you went on with polly, she was in a separate room since we were able to afford 2 and since you and scott were dating it was obvious you were comfortable sharing so Polly was super stoked to have a huge bed to herself

“Hey scott..? we need to talk..”

“Oh no are you breaking up with me??? did i do something wrong?? am i not a good boy??”

“No no no! nothing like that I swear, It’s just something i have to tell you”

“Oh, well then what is it?” he said tilting his head like a confused puppy

“Well Yknow how I’m a girl right?”

“Yeah? you’re my girlfriend!”

“Well i’m not so Sure i am a girl anymore…i’ve realized i might be trans..sorry if it’s a deal breaker for you and if you wanna end things i completely understand”

“What?? break up with you??? why would i do that when i just got a boyfriend! is there anything else i should know?”

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Wowee this took unnecessary long for me to write considering the last one was only like 15 mins 😅 i hope you all enjoyed this one! i’ll post the ftm version and nb version later

Peace and love! -Ghosty

pst follow my main @ghostygloom

[katapunberbicara]

I don’t think we will have any conversations, until

I wake up with mixed up feelings. I had a dream last night, but it seems that the dream slowly fades as my consciousness coming. So I grab my notebook and try to write this down before it has completely forgotten. Something clear that I still remember is I was crying in my dream, meeting someone from the past I haven’t hear the news for years. But I still hope that he is doing fine, because he is a kind person and all I know about him is his kindness. He is always kind regardless of what situation he is in.

Some of you may think ‘kind’ is only a standard quality, but for me at such age, the word of kindness is a strong word. It is hard to maintain to be always good in some days you feel your world has fallen to. And it is hard to be always kind to others in some days you feel your day is blue and the world seems to avoid you. Your act and your words may unintentionally hurt people around. Meanwhile the world we are living in really needs many kinds of person like him.

He is kind to whoever. Rather than driven by certain ‘whys but the duty as human to humanize people. He is kind without intention. His genuineness and pureness really come from heart. I don’t know whether it is only me who is romanticizing or I am such good to read people and their intention, but I can feel it. As what comes from heart would touch the heart. This kindness has touched my heart.

And after several years not hearing the news from him, eventually I have heard good news coming. It is a relief that he has found his chosen one, his soon to be other half. He is such a kind person and I hope he has found another kindhearted person he deserve. But at that time, I have no time to really think about it as the world goes and by at rush. It is just a slight good news from my past colleague.

Until yesterday, I eventually dreamt of him in certain occasion. We had conversations and he explained everything I needed to know. Dream is always strange and hard to explain, but it is very strange that he was coming into my dream at this such time. During these passing days, there are many things I should prioritize to think of instead my personal feelings. The latest news may weight my mind unconsciously that much or deep inside I may think we would never have conversations, so I want to meet him once again?

Thus after years of disconnection, we suddenly met through the dream, having intense conversations. Questions yet to be answered then had found the answers. I don’t really remember what exactly every conversation we had, but what I clearly remembered the context of it was a farewell. I saw myself shed the tears several times realizing there was no way to make it work. But I saw myself fully accepted to let go of things that shouldn’t stay.

When waking up, I am such surprised since it is really a strange thing to dream of him. But at the other side, I do feel relieved with this opportunity. Our path hasn’t crossed anymore so I don’t think we will have any conversations in real life, but luckily, myself has had the words of affirming through this whimsical dream.

When writing this down, I rather feel dejavu since it has typical storyline with the past story I ever wrote with fictional character (now I re-read again to those stories, which entitled a garden of sunflower, a sequel from a sunny day on Sunday of May that may turn out to be rain). Maybe it is the time I am being the character of my own story. Or maybe I am way too immersed to the character I have ever made. I still don’t know what the dream does mean, but by writing this down, I want to give it a meaning.

Central Jakarta, 27th January 2024 | ©Hairatunnisa

[treesah]

It’s funny how becoming a mother literally installed empathy into my brain, but only for one person. I thought I felt empathy before, but now I’m realizing that what I thought were emotions may have just been me thinking about what it would be like to feel things in a particular moment. When my son is having a bad time or feeling bad, I feel literal physical pain. I want to fix everything for him. I want to cry with him. I want to grab the other three-year-old who pushed him off the swings and tear that kid apart. We hug it out instead and I say some bland platitudes about ignoring people who are mean.

When people who aren’t my son tell me about how they’re having a bad time or feeling bad, mainly what’s happening for me internally is a superficial “That’s rough, buddy,” or maybe a vaguely concerned “You should definitely repeat this to your therapist, or get a therapist if you don’t have one.” And that’s for people I know and like!

Some people, like my husband, appreciate my unfiltered response. He told me some stuff and I told him that if I ever felt the same way, it either meant that I needed to go touch grass or that I was going through a major depressive episode and needed to go back on real meds instead of taking megadoses of Vitamin D and Omega-3s. He initially seemed taken aback, but then he told me appreciated being dunked on instead of coddled—even though I wasn’t trying to dunk on him, I was genuinely trying to give him a helpful assessment of his undesirable negative feelings and I just didn’t put as much effort into wording it for him as I would for anyone else. (Upon reflection, this is probably why my husband thinks I am unreasonably indulgent towards our son, and sometimes admits to feeling jealous of the way I treat him. But also—our son is a three-year-old child and my husband is an adult. Surely it makes sense that the level of tenderness I exhibit to each one of them is different.)

For everyone else, I’m very good at saying the right things and providing the needed mode of interaction (advice/active assistance or commiseration). Having close bonds with other people is really nice! Being helpful and included gives dopamine!

For things I come across online, I feel mainly amusement, if anything at all. It’s probably fake, and it’s definitely a cry for attention. r/AITA is full of laughs when you don’t feel like watching anything on TV and you’re not in the mood to engage in any meatier reading. It’s always with a sense of prurient interest when I learn that something in a reality TV show or a juicy online post is real. Look at how the other half lives!!! People really are this messy in real life!!! Amazing.

Becoming emotionally activated from experiencing someone else’s unsolicited trauma dumping is very foreign to me. Especially via reading text online. Like, cool story bro, if it’s real talk to a therapist, if it’s not, post your own fic about it. I think I watched what you’re talking about in one of the Saw movies or maybe a hentai, but yours had fewer orcs and tentacle monsters.

Maybe I’m too desensitized from all the violent and gory TV and movies I’ve watched and all the violent and gory video games I’ve played and all the charities I’ve donated to that turned out to be scams (apparently the Red Cross uses your money for more Red Cross advertising and NOT earthquake relief!) and the constant never-ending grind of people dying in horrific ways en masse on the 24-hour news cycle (funny story, my first memory of the United States is eating a bagel with cream cheese upon arrival at JFK International, and my first memory of watching TV in the United States is seeing a pile of dead bodies from the Rwandan genocide on the nine o’clock news).

Sure, human suffering sucks, but it’s not useful to feel anything about it. If it’s some rando online, it’s probably a scam and I hear doxxing them to verify real life details is unethical, so who cares if it’s not a scam (report it to the proper authorities if you’re straight up being sent something illegal like CSAM, or don’t if you hate the cops too much even for that, I guess). If it’s something happening to someone you know or happening out there in the world, do something about it or don’t. Anyone who needs to feel something about human suffering to do something about it is either fake or easily manipulated or both. A nurse providing care and comfort to a wounded soldier doesn’t also have to blow her own leg off with a grenade to understand that having your leg blown off Feels Bad and requires intensive treatment.

[asteroidpuppy]

I am not interested in others.

I figured this out recently, after regarding myself as fascinated by other people for most of my life. As reluctant as I am to admit this, I have a long way to go with self-discovery.

I like to joke about how all of my relationships developed by me entertaining anyone’s approaches. I do like my friends, and I had some good times with romantic partners, but I wouldn’t be able to make connections if it were solely up to me. It is also true that if a connection I have with somebody else comes to an end, I am the one who did it. I am a habitual abandoner, avoidant.

I’m not cold, though. In real life, people often refer to me as a “ray of sunshine” and my personality is usually regarded as some mixture of kind, energetic, curious, playful, & wise. I’m shamefully proud of the fact that so many people have called me the “best person” they know. I’m not boisterous, but I know people like me. I know that I am seen as lovable. I am also known for ghosting people.

I ghosted my own mother when I was thirteen years old.

I ghosted my best friend of 8 years.

I ghosted my grandma so hard that I ended up half-way across the country with my car also abandoned in an airport parking garage.

I can count 10 different people I’ve cut contact with since January alone. Right off the top of my head.

The thing is, I’m not fascinated by others. There have been times where I felt fulfilled after spending time with my friends, and I get excited when I’m getting along with certain people. It’s so complicated.

I only feel like myself when I’m alone, I only feel free when I’m alone, I only feel grounded when I’m alone, I only feel alive when I’m alone. My whole life, I’ve only ever been able to get things done when nobody else is around. I can’t even accomplish anything if someone is in the next room over. I feel paralyzed. When people are around my, my mind starts to deteriorate so fast it’s like I can feel my forehead get hot behind the skin. Talking is always a wild gamble, because I can’t concentrate enough to avoid talking out of my ass or saying stuff I don’t really mean. I say things in a way that mistakenly implies other things because I mindlessly throw random colloquialisms into my words. My main goal in conversation is to advance and understand the other person. When it’s my turn to talk, I panic. When I hear the other person get close to wrapping up their point, I know it will be my turn soon and I panic. Sometimes I overcompensate because I’m afraid I’ll seem distant & hard to get along with, maybe even angry, if I say what I’m thinking: “I don’t know how to respond to that.”

Conversations are a burden on me. I have been struggling to get words out of my mouth unless I’m intoxicated, but even then it’s difficult and I’d rather stay silent. I am scared that I’ll lose everything if I stop talking. The worst part is that I’m almost never interested in what the other person is talking about. It feels like I’m a second grader sitting through an opera every time I hang out with people. I’m not necessarily bored, just so outside of it. It’s genuinely painful to keep them going, to hold up my end of the bargain by responding the way I’m expected to and offering up a related anecdote or something. I have hundreds of strict scripts for every interaction, every sub-interaction, every scenario, every emotion. I take notes from therapists on how to react to clients and apply them to my friendships. I use tropes from fiction as a guideline. I’m desperately clunky and disengaged.

I don’t wonder what my friends or family are doing when I’m without them. I’ve never craved a specific person’s presence. Last time I hung out with more than two people I began to feel so anxious that I got faint and nauseous, ran to the bathroom and fainted. I cry tears of relief when I come back home after an outing. I hate scrolling on social media with my entire being.

I am an agoraphobe, but I don’t think that explains most of this. I am severely traumatized from childhood torture, but even that doesn’t seem like an appropriate explanation.

I have always felt like a robotic ghost, like an alien. Completely estranged and separate, forgetting that I am just like everyone else and forgetting that people generally see me as one of their own. I feel defunct, like I am what it looks like when a human being is malfunctioning at the most basic level.

Most of my social traits were borne out of desperation to be “normal” or blend in. No matter what I do, though, I stick out like a sore thumb. No matter how much effort I put into scripts, body language, my appearance, my tone, my behavior, or concealing my symptoms people regard me as so strange that I’m actually exaggerating it instead of doing everything in my power to make it stop.

I am misunderstood even by those who insist they know me inside and out, because they don’t realize I’m not even accurately expressing myself. They don’t realize that even I don’t know who I am, and that even the parts of myself I do recognized are buried under heaps of forced repression.

[lockpicnic]

you’re a third rate duelist with a fourth rate deck [ Patty & Pelleas ]

pirrhyc​:

    How did he get into this situation? He just wanted to admire his new card, but here he was in the dining hall, and he feels the stares of some students intrigued by the spectacle and some trying to clearly catch a glimpse of the match.

He sneaks in a sigh as he shuffles his deck and starts playing, nodding along with Patty, feeling the chains of peer pressure get to him. If they hadn’t had an audience, then maybe he could have run away, but he has no doubt this girl would hound him and he’d never feel safe taking a step outside of his dorm room ever again without a bodyguard.

And what was he supposed to say? How was he to explain how he felt unsafe? It’d be such a waste of his loved one’s times. He can’t. He just has to win this match. But… perhaps easier said than done.

He gulps as she starts steadily making progress. He knows his deck. It’s not a very safe strategy and required setup. He needed luck, or else he might burn out too and lose from having no more cards from which to draw.

The rounds progress, Pelleas flying through cards as he keeps hoping, praying, for something. He’s been able to mask his setup with some steady damage on his part, but Patty was no fool. She was making her own gambit, and Round Five proved it as she quickly caught up to him in Life Points.

A card drawn, a prayer made. He bides his time, sweating visibly as he grows more anxious. But it’s when she celebrates, knowing by that that means she has nothing else spectacular up her sleeve left, that he feels confident.

He’d finally drawn the card he needed. And with that, he taps all of his cards and unleashes a furious attack.

“ With all of the Four Apostles, I am able to activate the Rite of Rising and play the Goddess and boost her power with the bonus gained from having all Four Saints in play on the field as well. ”

From there, that look of utter despair on his face grows instead to a smile, more and more certain with each turn that passes.

“ Forgive me, this is it. ”

And then the last of her Life Points are blasted away, netting Pelleas the win. The SDR+ Archbishop Rhea… it would remain to be his. He collapses on the table, the adrenaline pumped through his system.

“ Th-Thank goodness… ”  

He hears Patty complain, which convinces him to lift his head up to look at her. The genuine smile of relief he wore, tears of his own now on display, quickly falls in his panic as he shakes his head.

“ No, that’s not it at all… Well, I’m not going to claim I’m an easy player against, but you held your own too in my opinion at least. ”  Though he knows he would’ve hated to lose in this situation, making someone else cry hardly makes him feel great either.  “ I’m not very good at speaking to others… and when you were going to steal my card, I could hardly speak, so afraid of losing what I’d been looking for so long… But, um…

“ Now that I get to keep my card, I’m actually quite happy. I don’t get the chance to play this game very much you see, since I don’t have many friends… so it was nice getting to play against you. I give you my thanks, really. ”

She wants to be mad— she wants to be furious! But it’s pretty hard to get mad at him when he was also crying! If she was going to lose…couldn’t she have lost to someone more confident!?!

“…C-c’mon, quit cryin’— ya won! Even if it sucks that I lost…I want whoever beat me to be proud of it, got it!?” His compliment meant something to her at the very least. If he was as good as he was, saying she was able to hold her own…that was something for her to be proud of. But all of that had to wait, because…he was really the saddest man she has ever met.

“‘m sorry ‘bout trynna steal your card, ‘kay? And…if ya ever wanna play again, no bets or anythin’, just come and find me. I’ll be your friend.” Despite the tears now drying against her cheeks she grins, making quick work of packing up her cards and putting them in her bag. “I had fun too! And next time I plan on givin’ ya an even closer battle! I even plan on winnin’!”

The thief turns her back to her fellow student, running out of the cafeteria and avoiding any onlookers in her way— though she pauses in the doorway and looks over her shoulder, giving him one last wave. “Name’s Patty, by the way! Don’t be a stranger— come and say hi sometime!”

And with that she was off…

- end

[perce]

maybe that bad news was just like, a final straw, and this is a mild emotional shutdown? cant tell